Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Humor, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Size, BBW, Big Breasts, Slow, .
Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Young Jack needs money, but he makes a strange bargain: he trades a motorcycle for a porno magazine. Oh, and there are those magic seeds thrown in. This is a retelling of the Jack and the Beanstalk story with a very ass-centric focus.
Jack Scoggins was 22, just graduated from college, and without a job. His mother Verline couldn't understand why a boy with $100,000 worth of debt would just lay on the couch and watch porn on TV all day.
"You're a college-educated boy," she'd say. "You should be out making lots of money to pay off all those loans you took out. And to help out around this house. Your father sure didn't leave us much money when he passed on five years ago. The good-for-nothing loafer never took out a life insurance policy, and he left me with nothing."
Jack tried to look for a job but he never seemed to have enough experience or education. The economy was lousy and there were always hundreds of applicants at every job he applied for. He had a degree in Business, but he had no head for numbers and had barely made it through college without flunking out. The only thing he was really interested in was ass.
Jack was an ass man, pure and simple. He loved buttocks, glutes, tush, bottom, posterior, derriere, whatever you called it, those twin mounds at the bottom of every girl's spine had a fascination for him that he could not explain. He would stop and stare at every attractive ass he saw, and he'd literally driven his car off the road a few times when he saw a beautiful butt walking down the street. He was in heaven when he went to the beach, with all those beautiful bikini-clad asses to look at, and he'd often had to hide his throbbing erection under a blanket when a particularly fine specimen walked by.
Girls didn't seem to appreciate his love for their posteriors, however. He'd had a few episodes when a girl had caught him looking at her rear and had called him a creep and a pervert, trying to embarrass him in public.
It was embarrassing when that happened, but Jack couldn't help himself. He just could not resist looking at a beautiful ass, no matter what the circumstances. Indeed, he never missed Mass on Sundays, because there was a college nearby and there were always cute bottoms in tight jeans to look at in the congregation. He felt a little guilty for having such a roving eye in church, but, he figured God made him an ass man, and so it must be okay.
The trouble with being an ass man, however, was that there didn't seem to be a way to make a living at it. Jack thought he'd be a great judge at bikini contests, because with his practiced eye he could appreciate the subtle differences between one ass and another, and he could give a 30 minute dissertation on cheek size, ratio of width to depth, and hip rotation that was as detailed as anything a Physics Ph.D. could produce.
There didn't seem to be much call for bikini contest judges, however, so Jack felt he had missed his true calling.
Meanwhile his mother found new ways to call him lazy every day, and she complained that they were running out of money fast. One morning she said, "I'm not going to be able to make next month's rent if you don't get a job, and since prospects aren't good of that happening, we're going to have to sell something. That motorcycle your father won in a card game will do. I want you to take it down to the motor vehicle auction and see what you can get for it."
Jack got his Dad's old motorcycle out of the garage and headed off to the auction like his mother told him. He was halfway there when he realized he had to stop for gas, so he pulled over at an old ramshackle filling station that he saw on a dirt road that ran parallel to the highway. It had old-fashioned gas pumps that wouldn't take a credit card, so he had to go inside the building to pay for his gas. Inside there was a weathered old man sitting at a desk reading a magazine. He looked 100 years old, he had a tattered ball cap on and he was missing a few teeth.
What really caught Jack's attention, though, was the magazine. It was called "Ass Worship", and it had full color glossy pictures of some asses that were truly stunning, unlike anything Jack had ever seen.
"What you lookin' at, boy?" the man said.
"Uh, that magazine," Jack said. "Those pictures are amazing."
The man cackled. "This?" he said, holding up the magazine. "This is a one of a kind magazine, boy. They got pitchers in here of gals the like you never seen. Got asses on them like angels. Why, I defy any man to keep from cumming in his pants before he gets to page six."
"Wow," Jack said. "Could I see it?"
The old man snapped the magazine shut and put it away in a drawer, then took a key out of his pocket and locked the drawer. "Nope. I told you, it's one of a kind. A collector's item. Can't nobody see it. It's worth a lot of money, and I can't be letting boys like you look at it for free."
"Aw, can't I just take a peek?" Jack said. He had seen enough to know that there were some life-altering pictures of rear ends in there, and he wanted to see more.
"Nope," the man said. "Not for free."
"Well, could I buy it, then?" Jack said. He fished around in this pockets and came up with forty dollars and some change. "Here," he said. "That's a lot of money for a porno magazine."
The old man started laughing so hard his whole body shook. He bent double in the chair and laughed till tears came streaming down his face. Jack didn't see what was so funny. He thought he'd offered a good price for the magazine.
Finally, after trying and failing to stop his laughing fit several times, the old man breathed a deep breath, took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, and then wiped his eyes. "I want to thank you for that," he said.
"What?" Jack said.
"Why, for giving me the best laugh I've had in years. The idea of selling that magazine to you for forty dollars and some change. Ha!" he said, starting to chuckle. "Why, I could get to laughing all over again about that."
Jack felt his face getting red. "Well, how much would you take?" he said. "I sure would like to see those pictures."
The old man smiled. "How much you got?"
"That's all I have with me," Jack said.
"Well, that's not enough," the man said. "Not by a long shot. So, unless you want to barter that old motorbike out there, you can just pump your gas and be on your way."
"The motorcycle?" Jack said. "You have to be kidding. For a magazine? That's ridiculous."
"It's a special magazine," the old man said. "But, if you don't want to do the deal, that's okay." He patted the desk. "I'll just keep my magazine." He stood up. "How much gas you need?"
Jack hesitated. He really wanted to see those pictures. Something told him that magazine had pictures of asses like he'd never seen, asses that were world-shaking, life-enhancing, almost supernatural. He had to see them.
"You're serious?" he said. "The bike for the magazine? It sounds crazy."
"It's not," the old man said. "Not at all. But, just to make your mind easier, I'll throw in some magic beans." He pulled a seed packet out of his shirt pocket. "These here beans are magic, boy. You plant them in your backyard, and magical things will happen. You take my word for it, you won't regret this."
"I must be crazy," Jack said. "Trading my Dad's bike for a packet of magic seeds and a magazine." He took a deep breath. "I'll do it."
"Good, good," the old man said. "You won't regret it. Especially a boy like you who appreciates a fine ass. You're going to get see some bodacious ass now, I guarantee it."
"I hope so," Jack said. "My mother is going to kill me for this. And how am I supposed to get home if I give you my bike?"
"There's a bus stop down the road," the old man said. "It'll take you right back where you came from. Now, just give me the keys and I'll give you the magazine."
Jack handed over the motorcycle keys, and the old man put them in his pants pocket. Then he unlocked the desk drawer, took the magazine out, slipped the seed packet inside, and gave it to Jack. "Happy ass adventures," he said.
"Can you put that magazine in a brown paper bag?" Jack said. "After all, I'm going to be riding the bus home, and I don't want people seeing it."
"Oh, yes, yes," the man said, cackling. "Believe me, you'll attract a crowd with a magazine like this. Better keep it a secret, yes sir." He put the magazine in a brown bag and handed it to Jack. "I just hope you can handle all that ass," he said, cackling again. "Because you're going to see a whole lot of it."
"Oh, I can," Jack said, heading out the door with his package under his arm. "I'm the biggest ass man you've ever seen. When it comes to asses, the bigger the better, I always say."
"Good," the old man said. "Because you're going to find out that size matters."
He didn't know what the old man meant by that comment.
But he was about to find out.