Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. A tale from krisnjamie. This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but don't get heated. It involves themes of a sexual nature. Some of those themes may sit uncomfortably with you. If in doubt don't read it. I love to get feedback from readers and hear from friends old or new. Feel free to email me knjfriend(at)yahoo.co.uk Jill & The beanstalk. The beanstalk had been the centre of children's attention for countless years. Of course, it wasn't actually a beanstalk but that was the name given to the ancient oak many years before and that was the name that stuck. The beanstalk occupied a small portion of land in the corner of a field adjacent to a street and an ever growing number of family dwellings. In return for some unspoken agreement that parents would keep children out of the crops the farmer ensured that access to the beanstalk was always available, well almost always. Sometimes, in the dead of winter when the branches were bare, the days short and cold and the children mostly indoors the farmer would graze cattle in that field and then he would properly fence the old tree off. Many years ago a few parents got together with the then farmer and built a series of platforms into the tree. The lowest was barely a dozen feet off the ground, the next ten feet above that and the highest, the one which only the older stronger children reached, a further eleven or twelve feet higher still. Early each spring a group of local people, including the current farmer, would gather to make repairs to the platforms before the leaves came and all but the lowest platform was hidden from view until the autumn. At some point a hefty rope banister had been secured up the main trunk and this, or rather the most recent replacement, served as a handy aid to those who would go further than the bottom platform. During the summer months the mighty oak would be a pirate ship, a space craft, a castle or even a beanstalk depending upon the mood of the children playing. There was always room for one or two more. The oak never tired of the games and neither did the children. For many years the beanstalk had been a source of delight for Jill. She would gladly play with the other children, acting the pirate, or castle defender. She was equally at home propped up in the corner of one of the large table platforms reading a book as the leaves rustled around her and the birds chirruped unafraid. At 12 she was still a regular visitor, not so much as a castle defender or spaceship pilot now, but regularly with a book or just her thoughts and some stolen period of quiet. It seemed perfectly natural to Jill that Alun, who had just moved in down the road, would want to meet and greet the beanstalk. For his part Alun was uncertain why he was following this girl into a field to see a tree. His parents had ushered him out to follow her as they chatted amiably with Jill's parents and he had shrugged his shoulders when Jill asked if he liked to climb trees. At 13 he was a bit above that tree stuff but he had other thoughts rushing unbidden through his consciousness and she was quite a pretty girl, if you liked that sort of thing. Jill led the way through the breach in the fence and headed towards the tree that loomed overhead. Alun followed barely taking his eyes from the pert buttocks and swaying hips before him. As Jill reached the trunk she hardly paused before nimbly taking the first few steps up the ancient leaning main trunk as she had done countless times before. Alun fixed his eyes on her shorts or the periodic flash of skin between shorts and top as he followed. He dropped back a little as she climbed, hoping to steal a glimpse up her shorts. She just called back that it was only a few feet to the first platform and that he should follow her footsteps. In fact, Jill moved up past that first platform and called back for Alun to keep up. Alun had just reached the level of the rope "banister" and gladly took advantage of this additional purchase as he made some small effort to keep pace. Alun was never quite sure what happened or how long it all took. To him time seemed to slow appreciably. One moment he was following a pare of shapely legs through the leaves and the next Jill was dangling over a void, squealing that she couldn't hang on. For Jill the seconds passed quickly. Acutely aware of the fact that her grip on the substantial bough was slipping and that she hung 15 feet or so above a bramble patch she urged the boy to action. Alun had time to take in the much more substantial showing of flesh between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her top. He noticed the large and inviting gap around the waistband of her shorts as she breathed in deeply and the material stretched across her newly widening hips. He had time to wrap one leg under the rope banister, take a firm grip of the rope with his left hand and lean out of that bramble patch in total safety. He noticed her grip go but he had plenty of time. Before she dropped an inch his fist closed around the waistband of her shorts, his knuckles grazing her bare flesh as he did so. Her descent turned into a swing as his grip turned her into a pendulum and she arced towards the tree trunk. By he time he released his grip she was above the lower platform and dropped no more than a few inches with a hearty thud. The wind was knocked out o her small body and she lay still gasping for breath as Alun climbed down a few steps and joined her on the platform. His eyes raked over the naked flesh of her abdomen and some instinct within her tugged her shirt down and back into place. "You have to take it off" he said She didn't react. "You have to take your shirt off" said Alun. "Why?" came the slightly terse reply. "Because I saved you. I deserve it." The boy stated simply. "Can't I just pull it up then?" she answered "No. It has to come off." He stated again. "Not here. We might get seen - or heard" "Is there another platform?" he asked "Two" she answered "Will we be safe on the next platform?" queried Alun "I guess" replied Jill in a whisper. Alun moved out of the way so that Jill could make her way past him and on up the mighty trunk. He followed along behind, excited and apprehensive at the same time. They knelt facing each other across the next platform. "Well?" he encouraged. Jill bit her lip, thought about asking just to flash him again but decided better of it. With slow and methodical determination she gripped the hem of her top and meandered the cloth up and over her head. Her breasts were almost nothing. A slight swelling at most, but Alun was fascinated by the dark circles of flesh at their centre. He reached out and she didn't object as he brushed his knuckles over each nipple in turn. Alun inched a little closer and Jill looked away to the view over the field as the boy used both hands on her. "Undo your shorts" he hissed Jill wasn't sure she had heard him "What?" "Undo your shorts!" he said a little louder and with more urgency. Jill studied him hard. He ignored her, concentrating as he was on her dark nipples which were, by now, quite prominent. The girl reached down and deftly snapped open the popper to her shorts. She lowered the zipper and the shorts slipped down her thighs as she knelt up facing Alun. Almost immediately one hand left her breasts and cupped her mound though the brushed cotton of her panties. She gasped at his touch and found herself parting her legs a little more so that he could get his entire hand between her thighs. He rubbed at her and suddenly a thousand beads of moisture, like instant sweat, appeared on her crotch moistening her panties. Alun met her eyes and grinned. "Take them off" he suggested sweetly. Jill shook her head. "Not here, it's not safe." She replied. Alun gazed over the side of the platform. He could barely make out the ground through the leaves and he could only just glimpse the lower platform. "It's fine" he replied "take them off." Jill found her mind racing. All kinds of thoughts came and went but a compelling reason to keep her panties on wasn't among them. She would probably have given in right there, right then but for the sound of the cavalry charging to her rescue. "Jill!" called her father "Alun's parents are leaving. You better come on down." "Coming dad" she yelled as she pushed his hand away and tugged her shorts back into place. "See you tomorrow?" queried Alun as they walked briskly back to the house. "Maybe, if we're about at the same time" she replied defensively. Alun smiled. He planned to be about for as long as it took. In fact the following day was wet and windy. The rain stayed for two more days after that and despite the two of them meeting up at the foot of the beanstalk on the Friday the whole tree seemed to be alive with younger children. When Alun did persuade Jill up as far as the second platform they were greeted by whoops of joy from Indians attacking a fort. Alun had to content himself with a gentle stroll around the neighbourhood. Jill felt much happier walking. That evening they met after their evening meals for another walk. This time Alun chose the route and the beanstalk soon hove into view. "Maybe we shouldn't" suggested Jill "Uh-huh" replied Alun "Reckon the second platform will be free now huh." Jill allowed the boy to lead the way and soon they were ensconced quietly within the tree lined boughs. "Should we talk about this?" queried Jill as Alun helped her out of her top. The boy grinned his reply as he went to work on her jeans. "No Alun" she cried as he gripped the waistband of her panties "It's still too easy to be seen or heard." Rather than push his luck and risk an out and out rebellion the boy made do with an almost naked girl and left her panties in place. He played though. How he played. Her nipples were on fire by the time his rubbing down below drew the same slightly odorous dampness as the previous time. He carried on his inexpert rubbing and was rewarded by the girl spreading her legs wide and grunting and gasping all the way to her first brief orgasm. He climbed on top of her prone form and rubbed his own erection, still safely hidden with folds of denim, up and down her naked flesh. He filled his underwear with his boy seed and rolled off her. The next day they didn't meet until the evening. Here was no pretence, no awkward words, they simply went to the second platform, she removed all of her clothes except her cotton panties and the scene was played out once more. For another three days he soiled his underwear in the same way and then the rains returned. For two whole days they didn't venture out of their respective houses and then the sun shone again. That evening, as the sun started to sink and the younger children slipped away to their homes the two climbed the beanstalk. Alun went first and when he arrived at the second platform he stopped, barred Jill's path and suggested that they go to the top platform. As she climed Jill told herself that this was no big deal, that they were simply going higher up the tree but she was lying to herself. New platform, new rules and that meant that when Alun had dragged her to orgasm and she lay awaiting his weight on top of her he had delayed long enough to tug down her dampened panties and toss them aside. For the next several days the two would meet and climb the tree. Now that they were going to the very top they didn't need to wait for the evening as very few of the younger children would ever venture that far and they would readily hear anybody who might try. From shortly after lunch Jill would be naked. Alun would explore her body minutely, probing with fingers, caressing with kisses. During down time she would sit opposite him, legs spread wide apart to let him feast his eyes. During up time he would practise bringing the young girl to orgasm and he became quite skilled. Pretty soon she would lie back against him, sat between his legs as his hands played tunes on her nipples and dragged a symphony from her clitoris. Eventually, his humping of her prone body evolved. First his jeans were undone and shoved down his thighs so that all that separated the two youngsters was the cotton of his boxers. Shortly after that his boxers failed to keep them apart and he dragged his erection over her bare flesh filling her belly button with his seed rather than risking a baby making catastrophe. For her part, Jill became adept at milking the young teen with either hand when he was too tired to drag himself up and down his body for the third or forth time in a day. And so they experimented, quietly and carefully as the summer slipped past. "I told Colin about you" Alun said casually one day as his forefinger slipped into her. "Oh" she gasped "what.... What did you tell him?" "I told him how pretty you are." She smiled as a second finger slipped past her defences. "I told him what you look like naked." Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to speak but his thrust took the words from her lips and replaced them with another gasp, louder than the first. "I told him that you'd let him see." Alun continued "I don't think.....I don't think that's a goooooood......" "Don't worry. Colin's cool." Whispered Alun as he dragged the first orgasm of the day from his young girlfriend. Hours later Jill sat between Alun's legs as he toyed with her nipples. He felt her tense as she detected movement from below in the tree and he slipped his legs over hers and wrapped his arms around hers before Colin called out. "Come on up Col" shouted Alun as Jill wriggled in his grip. "Sit still Jill. I told hi he could see you." Snapped Alun "You shouldn't have" the girl stormed as a mop of tousled brown hair appeared over the edge of the platform. "Shit Alun" exclaimed Colin "I thought you were making it up" he added as he dragged his eyes over the girls naked form. Colin knelt in front of Jill and simply looked. Pretty soon the girl decided that she couldn't win and relaxed to let the boy have an uninterrupted view. She scowled at him though. Jill noticed Alun reaffirm his grip on her arms before he spoke. "Have a feel mate" he said as if he was discussing some new type of bicycle saddle. Colin beamed his thanks as Jill parried that beam with a look which promised tearing of flesh and everlasting torture if the boy so much as moved an inch closer. Colin was unwise in the looks that the female of the species can use in warning and ignoring her face completely, he spread his hands over her breasts, toyed briefly with her nipples and then, as Alun kept her legs apart and her arms at her sides, Colin dove into the waters of her virgin cunt with two of his inexperienced fingers. A short time later and Alun wrapped his arms around the girl so that he could toy with her nipples and the combined assault proved to be rather more effective than brute force alone. In scant moments Jill had lost the battle, she stopped any pretence of fight or struggle and gurgled her pleasure as another orgasm overtook her. When the rains came back the trio simply moved to Colin's home. Both his parents worked and he was left to fend for himself all day long. On those days the house became home to a naked nymphet who would find herself caressed and toyed with almost constantly. Jill became adept at manhandling either erection as the other ploughed up and down her naked abdomen and much boy seed was lost to floor and carpet. At some time Colin suggested trying stuff found in his parents' wardrobe. Hat turned out to be several magazines with description of blowjobs and the like. Jill was less than eager at first but a couple of fingers between her thighs soon encouraged the girl to take a few inches between her lips and that art too was trained into her. Before the summer break finished Jill learned to rush to the beanstalk early every sunny day. She would clamber to the topmost platform uttering the immortal words, "Fee, Foe, Fie, Fum, I smell the cock of an Englishman" And she was rarely disappointed. Always there would be one. Regularly there would be two and Jill would feast on the food of the gods as those very same gods rammed fingers into her.