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Once upon a time there was a poor farmer and his wife. Crops had been poor for many years and they were now forced to sell their last cow.
"Fetch us a good price, husband. Surely you can be a better salesman than farmer." she groused.
"Yes, dear." was the meek reply.
So off to the village the farmer went, leading the poor emaciated cow behind him. Grumbling to himself how it wasn't his fault the weather had been poor. Crops couldn't grow if there was no rain. How dare she insult him on his abilities to get a few coins for a cow that was more bones than meat. Who would want this old bag of bones was beyond him.
"Who does she think she is. She orders me about. Insults me I know she is sleeping with the school master. Why can't she just leave me be?" the farmer muttered.
He wasn't paying attention to where he was going and ran into a little old lady. Knocking her down. The farmer realized what he had done and was embarrassed. "Forgive me, Grandmother." the farmer said while helping the woman up from the ground. " Are you hurt? I'm ashamed to admit that I wasn't paying attention."
The old woman b;rusher herself off. "I'm fine, lad. What had your mind so far into the clouds that you didn't see me?"
The farmer didn't want to admit that he was complaining about his shrew of a wife, so he settled for a small version of the truth. "Crops have been poor so I am forced to sell our last cow. My wife is expecting several coins for the bag of bones."
The old woman nodded at his story, smiling to herself. She knew hat his wife was not the person for this man. "I have a deal for you. I know that you will not be able to fetch no more than a half penny for your cow. I will give you these magic beans in trade. What grows from them will lead you to your hearts desire and your fortune will be made."
The farmer wondered how beans could make his fortune, magic or no, and 'hearts desire'? What is that about?
"Do we have a deal?" the old woman prompted.
"Yes, Though I'm not sure why you want to do this. If what you say is true, those beans are worth more than this miserable old cow."
"Before you ask. Their magic won't work for me. Only for those who have been gifted with them." the old witch told him.
The farmer handed her the cow's rope. In return, she gave him a leather pouch containing the beans.
"Thank you." the man said, turning to head home. The witch smiled back. He walked a few paces and turned to look back. There was no one there. He frowned but shrugged and went on home.
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"What do you mean you traded the cow for beans? You stupid man. Can't you do anything right?" yelled the wife.
The farmer just stood there, letting here yell at him. Inside he though how much pain her words were causing and thought of what the old woman said. The beans would lead to his hearts desire and fortune. He knew this woman wasn't his hearts desire any more. Once she was, but not anymore.
"I hope you can eat those beans, for there is nothing left to eat."
Greg watched her storm out the door. 'Probably going to the school house for a tutoring session', he thought. It can't be helped, so he went to the back field to plant the beans. He didn't want to go back to the cottage. His wife would be there so what was the point. It was a warm evening, so he stretch out on the ground after planting. He put his hands behind his head and look up at the stars. They seemed to be shining especially bright. Their light, combined with the full moon, cast a pale light over the field. These were all good omens for a it of magic . Greg thought about what his hearts desire was. It wasn't gold or power. Those usually brought misery over time. Knowledge? He was a simple man. He knew farming. anything else could be gathered on his own. A new lover? He had never been unfaithful to his wife, despite her infidelity. Perhaps he could, if it was the right person.
The more he thought about a new lover, the more sense it made. In his deepest fantasies, he would have another man at his side and in his bed. Tall, robust, grey eyes, dark hair. His lips would be on the thin side. Complementing his face. Already Greg could feel those lips on his. Soft and gentle, moving in time with his. Tongues exploring.
Those lips move down his neck in whisper soft kisses, pausing to lap at the hollow of his throat. Greg lets out a soft moan. Encouraged, his love continues placing kisses down his chest. Again he pauses. This time at the pink nubs, biting gently to bring them to full attention. The farmer hisses and arches into the talented lips and tongue..
He smiles at the euphoria his giving Greg. He loves to take apart his lover. To torture him with pleasure. He gazes into the heavy lidded brown eyes as his hand strokes down his chest to cup the hard evidence of the others arousal.
"Please." Greg begs.
Of course he obliges. He undoes his ties to release his already leaking cock. The groan the farmer lets out heightened his own arousal. He licked his lips, bent down, and engulfed his member into the hot cavern of his mouth. The sensation was to much. Greg arched up with a low scream; pushing more of his cock into the waiting throat of his lover. He held the man's hips still and began the torturous process of taking Greg apart.
He kept a slow and steady pace. Hollowing his cheeks on the up. Licking on the down. He would tease just the head. Dipping his tongue into the slit to lap up the fluid there. Humming in delight at the salty taste.
Greg writhed under his ministrations. Letting out groans and whimpers as his cock was treated to the best massage he had had since his youth. His lover could sense the framers approaching release. He swallowed his cock to the root and sucked hard.
Greg came with a piercing scream. Releasing hard down his throat. He greedily swallowed sown every drop. He slowly drew up his shaft, stopping at the head. There he made sure that every drop of the tasty seed was removed via his mouth and tongue. When he was satisfied that he had gotten every last drop, he placed a kiss at the tip.
Once Greg caught his breath, he opened his eyes and realized that it was only a fantasy. One he had never before allowed himself to have. His release not only coated his hand, but the ground where the beans had been planted. He wondered briefly how that would affect the magic. Perhaps it would bring him his fantasy lover.
Shaking his head at his own foolishness. He set himself to rights and went back to his cottage. Determined to not give another thought to magic beans, fortunes or hearts desires.