Jack and the Beanstalk (Adult Version)

By Robert Lubrican

In the original tale of Jack and his magic beans, they told about half of the story. That's not odd, since historical tomes frequently just touch on the high points and then move on to other things. And, back then, paper cost a lot more than it costs now. Plus, as you will find out, a significant portion of the story was kept secret. Society back then was pretty hung up about things sexual, and it wasn't acceptable to talk about it - never mind the fact that everybody did it. Come to think of it, that part hasn't changed all that much. Anyway, there were other reasons for keeping Jack's action secret, as you will also see if you read the book.

Now, though, all is revealed. Who else did Jack meet when he climbed the magic beanstalk? How often did the goose lay those golden eggs? If a bean planted in the earth grew a monstrously huge beanstalk, what would happen to the boy who ate one of those beans? Would some kind of mammoth stalk grow from him too? And what would the ladies think of such a thing?

You begin to see why the information was withheld from the general public. And why it should STILL be withheld from those under the age of 18. This is adult stuff here!

But there's more! Ever wonder where the term "OK" came from? It's in here. Why is it nobody's ever heard of a "garp" and yet one has a major role in Jack's history? Did you know there were female giants? And just what is proper etiquette when a giant comes calling? All this and much more is here, waiting for you to discover it. This story has just about everything in it, which is why it's so long that it had to be presented as its own book, instead of being included in one of Lubrican's Fractured Fairy Tales anthologies.

So curl up in a nice chair, with a snack and something to drink, because this is one fairy tale you're not going to want to put down until you've reached the very end.

Warning: This book contains adult language and describes adult sexual situations. It is not appropriate for those under the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Lubrican
• Release date: Aug 29, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465775047

Robert Lubrican

I grew up in the fifties and sixties, and that is reflected in my books quite often. I spent twenty years in law enforcement, and traveled the world, which also can be seen in my books and stories. While the genre I write in is technically called erotic romance, what I actually write are stories with a plot, which include sexual behavior on the part of the characters. That is because most people's lives include sex and erotic gratification. And, since most people wonder about lifestyles that are sometimes called taboo, or forbidden, I write about them, occasionally too. I believe that two consenting adults know more about their own happiness than anyone else, and that even if they are mistaken, they have the right to make their own choices. I also believe that love is the key to making choices that will not turn out to be mistakes.Many of my ideas involve coming of age, which usually takes place in the early to mid teens. Publishing standards, however, require that all characters in the published version of the book be over 18. That's not realistic, but it's just the way things are. If you purchase one of my books and would like to have the original version, unedited for age, send a copy of your receipt to [e-mail] and I'll happily provide you with a copy of the original at no additional cost. It is not illegal to write or possess such versions. It's just unpopular with certain special interest groups who desire to restrict your freedom.

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Jack and the Beanstalk

A Twisted Fairy Tale

by Robert Lubrican

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Copyright 2010 Robert Lubrican

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Foreword

Most of the Lubrican fractured fairy tales reside within three volumes. This one, however, turned out to be too long to put anything else with, and it is for that reason that it is presented alone. Like the other tales, though, it goes way beyond the original story, in terms of presenting an alternative view of events ... a view that makes a lot more sense to the author than the original story, passed down all these years. Of course there are many who feel the author might benefit from his very own rubber room. In any case, here, for your enjoyment is the fantastic (real) story of Jack, his magic beans, and what those beans are actually responsible for in the world we all live in today.

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Chapter One

You've all heard the tale. You heard it as a wee child, no doubt, about how some beans got dropped on the ground and there grew from those beans a giant beanstalk, which Jack climbed up and so on and so forth.

And some of what you heard was true. But there was much you didn't hear, because the goodwives of the little village where Jack lived suppressed it...censored it. They forbade that it be told.

Those frowning women enforced a ban on talking about it. They didn't mind using the rod to enforce it either, which is why no one knew the whole truth of the matter...until now.

You see, the only person they couldn't control was Jack himself. And Jack, as it turned out, kept a journal of his exploits. That journal lay hidden, in a clay pot sealed with wax drippings, until, quite by accident, it was dug up by the plow of a farmer. That was many, many years later, after the land Jack had lived on changed hands many, many times.

That farmer had no idea that the ground he was plowing had once been the foundation of Jack's house, now long gone. He was a simple man, who hadn't learned his letters. When he found the pot, with the book inside, he thought only to keep the pot, which was fine work, and use the pages of the book to start his evening fire in the stove in his house.

How that journal was saved would make a story of its own, but we'll skip over that part. Suffice it to say that the traveler who sheltered in the old farmer's hut that night, and who saw the journal and glanced through it, took action. He would not allow it to be burned, and paid a full copper penny to procure ownership of it.

Now I, your humble author, have possession of the journal. And I paid much more for it, so listen closely, to the whole truth behind Jack and the beans that changed his life forever.

An admission is necessary, before we begin. Jack was a smart lad, but spare with the stub of pencil he had to write with and the few pages he had upon which to write. Some small license has been taken to flesh out his comments.

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At the time his journal begins, Jack was a lad of but eighteen summers. He lived with his mother, Elizabeth, and his sister, Coreen, who was two years older than Jack. They resided in a small village in England, far off the beaten path from anywhere, it seemed.

Jack's father was a farmer by necessity, rather than choice, which is to say his parents told him he was a farmer and that was that. Apparently he became less sure they were right over time, because about the time Jack was ten, Farmer Spriggins announced that he was going away to find his fortune, which he apparently thought had been lost somewhere. Since he never returned, it is unlikely that he found more than he left, but of that nothing is known.. The point is that Jack was left to become, at the tender age of ten, the man of the family, and since then Elizabeth had eked out a spare living by doing the laundry of those in the village who worked from dawn to dusk in the fields and had no time to wash their own clothes.

Now Jack had all the interests of any young man. His problem, as it turned out, was that he had no way to pursue those interests.

For example, both of the women living in the house with him were quite comely. His mother had dark, almost black hair, that hung clear to her heart-shaped buttocks, when it was down at night. She had been blessed with full, firm breasts, upon which lay brown nipples that were stiff and erect at all times. Her skin, save that of her hands, was as pale as cotton. That her ribs showed was only because there was so little to eat in the house, and not a result of breeding.

Coreen inherited her mother's body, if not her looks. Coreen's hair was as yellow as barley ready for the harvest. She didn't wear it up, like her mother, but gathered it behind her and tied it with ribbons, every six inches or so. Like her mother, she had wonderful, large breasts, but the nipples that graced them were of shocking pink. Her skin was darker, by a few shades, than her mother's, and her ribs did not show, because Elizabeth, while she would deny her own hunger, tried never to give her children less than was needed for strong bodies.

That Jack knew these things is not so odd, by virtue of the fact that their hovel had but one large room, with one large straw mattress upon the old wooden bed frame. All in the house bathed in the big tub beside the stove, and modesty was a luxury they couldn't afford.

The Spriggins women were, in fact, so beautiful that they were virtual outcasts in the village. The myth of lost fortunes was pervasive in that village, as evidenced by the fact that the young men always went off to find their fortunes, usually in a city. A few went adventuring, perhaps. The point is that the only men around were those who were married and anchored to the home, where their hardworking and well worn wives were their companions. Many a man's eye wandered toward the hut of the Spriggins women, which raised the ire of their wives. An angry woman can make the life of her man a living hell, and it wasn't long before men no longer looked...nor talked to...the Spriggins women.

Jack, of course, was exposed to the two beauties all the time, and could do nothing about it. He didn't go to school, which meant he rarely got the chance to engage girls his own age in anything resembling normal social interplay, so it is understandable that when his thoughts drifted to things amorous, they became incestuous as well. At the same time, being raised in a normal world, he also felt it was uncouth to dream of doing the things with them that a young man often dreams of doing with a woman.

Jack, himself, was as uninteresting as his female relatives were spectacular. Though not slight of frame, the muscles he had were a gift of birth, rather than from using them often. He was of average height and average build, with an unkempt shock of brown hair that his mother cut at with a knife, every so often, but usually gave up on when he wouldn't sit still.

And Jack never sat still for long. His mother and sister thought he was just full of energy, and bemoaned that fact on numerous occasions, when Jack got into trouble. He did his chores, but somehow seemed always to be able to find trouble while doing so, whether it be stealing an apple from Mr. Brimley's orchard, trying to sneak a pie from the cooling shelf of the baker's window, or chasing the girls and lifting their skirts.

But Jack wasn't simply full of nervous energy. Indeed, the lack of modesty in the house left him full of energy of a different kind. As he grew, and viewed the private treasure that was so openly displayed in the house, he found that it caused...difficulties.

Such difficulties began one night when he climbed into bed with his mother and sister and, to his unending surprise, the thing that usually hung limply between his thighs grew strong and straight, like a stick of wood. It being summer, and none of them having on nightclothes, this surprising development was impossible to hide.

Not that he would have hidden it. He was fascinated by it, actually, and placed his hand upon it as a natural result of examining it.

What are you doing? asked Coreen.

Look at my pecker! gasped Jack. It's gone rigid!

" What?" yelled his mother, who was on the other side of Coreen.

She sat up and viewed the subject under discussion.

You stop that this instant! cried the poor woman.

Stop what, mother? asked Jack, his hand gripping the stiff column of flesh that jutted from his loins.

Stop touching it! she wailed. You'll go blind as a bat!

Keep that thing away from me! shouted Coreen. It's bad enough there are no men to marry in this horrid place. Be careful where you aim that, lest it get me with child and I remain unwed my entire life!

Go outside and make it go down! ordered his mother, who, truth be known, had not removed her eyes from it since she first sat up. It had been many years since she had seen a thing such as had brought her the only pleasure she could now remember in her sad, hard life.

Poor Jack. He had no idea of how it had gotten this way, much less how to make it return to normal. He did get up, and he did go outside, but his penis remained as rigid as ever. Finally, he went back in.

Mother, I don't know how to make it go away, he moaned.

Elizabeth covered her eyes with a hand. Well I certainly can't help you. Coreen! Help your brother!

Me? squealed the girl. I'll not touch it. I've never touched one in my life!

Well, then, said her mother, it's high time you did so you'll know what to do with one should you be so lucky as to find a man.

"But I don't know what to do with it, moaned Coreen. All I know is how dangerous they are!"

"Oh all right! snapped Elizabeth. I'll show you, but one time only!"

What transpired then was to change Jack's life in many ways. He was made to stand beside the bed, where both women knelt in front of him. The first touch of his mother's hand on his newly stiff member was electric in its intensity. Then he almost swooned as that hand slid...inward, stretching the loose skin around the tip until it seemed almost to break. Surprisingly, it slid effortlessly past the crown, before she pulled it back toward them, covering the tip again.

She did but three short strokes in the time it took Jack to suck his lungs so full of air that they felt like they'd burst. Then she turned it over to Coreen.

Like that, she said, somewhat breathlessly. It had been some time since she'd touched one herself, and she found it entirely too much to her liking.

Coreen's hand had a completely different feel. Coreen's hands had not yet suffered from immersion into harsh, soapy water, like his mother's, which were rough to the touch. Coreen's hand was soft and warm. She gave the thing three or four tentative strokes.

This isn't so bad, she said softly. I rather like its feel.

You'll like it a lot more in another... Elizabeth's lips sealed tightly, before she could utter the final word: place.

When will it stop being so long...and warm...and hard? asked Coreen, as her hand seemed to get the hang of stroking smoothly.

A long stream of white jetted from the tip of the organ, splattering all over Coreen's pale breasts. One nipple all but disappeared in the deluge, as another spurt followed the first, and then two more followed that one.

About now, sighed Elizabeth, who had not had a man, nor seen sperm in more than five years.

Jack sat down hard, on the dirt floor, which hurt his naked buttocks quite a bit.

Oh my! he sighed, ignoring the pain in his behind and concentrating on the delicious feeling in his penis.

Elizabeth's hands darted to press against her daughter's chest and came away thick with white spunk. She rubbed her hands together industriously.

Tis excellent for the skin, as I recall, she said, wiping her hands against her breasts for good measure. Rub it in, dear, but keep it away from between your legs.

Ooooo, complained Coreen, who looked down at the mess on the front of her body. It's warm, but looks loathsome.

That, my dear, is what makes a woman's belly swell until it fairly bursts with a child in it. Her mother's voice was heavy with the gravity of her warning.

Seems a messy way of making a baby, complained Coreen, who was trying to wipe the stuff into her skin, with little success.

It's not messy at all, when a man spurts it up inside you, said Elizabeth, remembering the feeling of that.

I don't see how that could be. Her daughter sounded unconvinced. Surely that thing wouldn't fit inside a woman.

When the time comes, daughter, it will fit. Believe me. You'll find that it fits well...and often if you're lucky.

Then they all went back to bed, and finally to sleep.

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That incident changed things in the household. Not that there was any increase in modesty. Things went on as usual in that way,