by Reed James
Then she went to Bessie, their cow, and milked her.
Dry again.
“Still no milk?” her step-mother asked, standing in a brown dress, her large breasts almost spilling out. Never having kids had saved Margie Spriggins's figure. She had the curves of a young woman with the mature beauty of an older.
“No milk,” Jill sighed, standing up and smoothing the skirts of gray dress. She only wore her trousers when she had work in the field. “She's dry.”
Her step-mother worked her lips. “Take her into town and sell her to the butcher. We can get a few coins for her.”
“Not enough for a new dairy cow,” Jill said, stroking Bessie's hide.
“The turnip harvest will give us enough,” her step-mother said.
“Mom, the ha—”
“It will give us enough,” the older woman repeated sternly.
Jill knew better than to argue with her step-mother. “Yes, Mother. I'll go into town after breakfast.”
Breakfast was a meager affair of porridge made from cheap oats. They had nothing to add to it. Feeling unsatisfied, Jill leashed headed to the barn, tethered Bessie, and walked her down the farm's path to the dirt road that lead to the village.
Things were bad for the farm and Jill worried. She was the futa of the house now. It was her responsibility to make it all work out. But the heavy rains had damaged their turnip crop. They would only get half-a-yield if they were lucky. It might cover their rent. But it wouldn't leave them much leftover for supplies. They'd be hard pressed to buy feed for their horse and would be eating turnips for most of their meals. And come next spring, how would they plow the field after their horse starved over the winter?
Jill couldn't see a way out. None of the merchants would let them by any more supplies on credit. They knew the farm's poor state. It would take a miracle to save the farm and keep her and her step-mother from being vagabonds.
Her thoughts plodded on as she walked the quiet road to the village. Her eyes swept ahead, studying all the familiar landmarks: the old oak tree split in half by lightning before even her futa-mother was born, growing in two different directions; the colorful Spalding farmhouse painted a garish blue every year by the half-mad old futa; the crystal-vein rock, a large piece of gray rock with thick veins of quartz running across its surface, often sparkling if the sun was in the right angle in the sky, a crown of heather ringing it; the...
Jill blinked. A moment ago, the crystal-vein rock thrust up by the road all alone on its stretch of the road. And now there was a futa sitting on it in a colorful dress made of square patches, each one a different hue or pattern. She was so outlandish with her bright-red hair and emerald eyes that Jill wasn't sure how she missed the futa walking to the stone. There was no place for her to have hidden. The crystal-vein rock wasn't big enough to hide the futa and her voluminous skirts. Nor the large pack leaning against the rock covered in all manner of trinkets for sale.
Was I really gathering that much wool? Jill wondered. No, there was no one on the rock and no one on the road. Where did she come from?
“Top o' the mornin' ta ya,” the futa said in the lilting baroque of the Irish. “Got a fine cow there, ya do.”
Jill gave a nervous smile, nodding her head as she approached the futa. Maybe she's one of those Irish leprechauns or those other fairy they have gallivanting across their island.
“Wot? That's it. Just a nod. Come on, lassie, ya kin give me a proper greetin'.”
“Good morning, Madam,” Jill said, being polite.
“Madam,” she laughed. “Ain't one of those. Just a simple peddler peddlin' me wares.” She kicked her backpack. It rattled. “Ya headin' into town ta sell that poor beast ta the butcher.”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
Jill paused, blinking. “Why? Because her milk's dried up. She's too old.”
“So ya just gonna have her butchered. S'not right after all the poor cow's givin' ya, don't ya think?”
“We need the coin.”
The futa nodded her head. “Coin's all well an' good, but that ain't gonna replace what she gives ya. Ya need someth'ng that can produce somet'ing valuable.”
Jill's heart quickened. “That would be perfect.”
“'Cause ya crop s'not doin' well, ain't they?”
Her eyebrows frowned. “How do you...?” A squirm ran through Jill. Maybe she is a leprechaun?
“I'm not one of ta wee folk,” she laughed. “No I ain't, lassie. Just a peddler. But I do got me some a their magic wit' me, I do.” Her eyes arched. “Wanna trade?”
“Trade? You'd give me fairy magic for Bessie?” Jill gave a skeptical look. “She's old. She won't last the year as it is.”
“Wot I do with her is my business,” the peddler said. “But I ken see value in her, even if ya can't.” She reached into her pocket and produce three beans, each a brighter shade of green than Jill had ever seen. The grass growing around the stone suddenly seemed gray and colorless in the present of those verdant legumes. “Betcha don't see no value in them, do ya? Three little beans. Ain't worth a cow, even one dried up.”
“No,” Jill said, swallowing. They were so green. Her body tingled. There was something in the air. She must be a fairy despite what she said. She appeared out of thin air.
“Naw, just good at hidin',” the futa said. “And you ain't no good at seein'.”
Jill's stomach clenched. “You can read my mind.”
“Ain't hard with a face as pretty as yours. So very expressive, Jill Spriggins.” The peddler grinned. “Wotcha say? My magic beans for your dried-up, ol' milk cow? You plant these beans and ya'll never want for gold, I'll tell ya that. If ya got the courage ta seize it.”
They have to be magic beans. Fairy magic. The stories say they love making deals with people. To help people good people and punish bad people. And I'm a good person. Guilt rippled through her as memories of fucking her step-mother throbbed down her cock. Mostly.
The farm was doomed whether or not she sold the cow to the butcher, but if the beans delivered, then it was the answer they needed. Jill's excitement leaped, her heart pounding faster and faster as she stared at the futa-peddler.
“Deal!”
The futa smiled, her dimples shining in her beautiful cheeks, her large breasts jiggling in her bodice. She hopped to her feet, her patchwork skirt swirling about her while her hands clenched on the beans.
“Wonderful,” the futa purred. “We just gotta fertilize them, then when ya get ta ya farm, ya just plant them and come the morrow, ya'll be gettin' one big surprise, lassie.”
“How do we fertilize them?”
The smile on the futa-peddler's face grew lusty. “Now that is somet'ing fun for ta both of us ta enjoy. Just bend that pretty arse of yours over yon rock, and we'll fertilize the beans in your hot, tight quim.”
Jill blushed, her cock throbbing hard and her pussy growing juicy. She had never had much attraction to futas, but there was something so vivacious about the redhead. A hot itch settled into her pussy and her dick ached more and more. Jill obeyed, bending over the rock, her hips shifting, her cock pressing against the hard surface of the rock, separated by her skirts.
The futa-peddler hiked Jill's skirt, exposing her naked ass. The peddler smiled, running her hands up Jill's thighs and reaching her pussy covered by a black bush. She shivered at the touch, the sensations throbbing up to the tip of her girl-dick. Her dick grew harder and harder.
“Mmm, just a cute, li'l pussy ya got, lassie,” moaned the peddler. “Just scrumptious.” Jill gasped as the futa-peddler's fingers spread open her pussy lips, exposing her pink flesh. “But ya ain't a virgin. Had a cock in here before?”
“Dildo,” Jill groaned, burning in shame. “My step-mother's dildo.”
“How very naughty of ya,” giggled the futa.
Her fingers stroked up and down Jill's pussy lips, making her dick twitch more. It ached as she squirmed, the tip rubbing on her woolen skirts. The pleasure tingled through
her body, reaching her pussy which shivered in delight from the futa-peddler's touch.
Then, with a hungry purr, the peddler leaned in. Her red curls brushed Jill's thighs, and a moment later, a hungry tongue wiggled in and licked through her folds. Her brown eyes widened. Jill had never had her pussy licked.
It was amazing.
“Yes,” Jill groaned, savoring the same delight that she had given her step-mother this morning. “Oh, that's amazing.”
“Mmm, and ya taste good, lassie.” The futa-peddler smacked her lips. “Gotta spicy musk, ya do. Just delicious.”
The futa-peddler licked again, dragging her tongue through Jill's folds, making her ache and tremble. The teasing delight of the futa's tongue sent pleasure rippling through the younger futa's body. She groaned and squirmed, her nipples aching in the bodice of her dress.
And it was so naughty. Anyone could come down the road and discover them engaged in their fornication, witness their wicked sin. Jill shivered, her pussy clenching about the futa-peddler's probing tongue. Groans escaped her lips as the nimble tongue swirled through her cunt's depths, sending fluttering pleasure through her body.
“Yes,” groaned Jill, her hips undulating. “Oh, that's so nice. I wish my mom would do this for me.”
“So very selfish of her,” agreed the futa-peddler between her wonderful licks. “She should be worshipin' this fine quim as well as ya mighty pecker.”
The futa-peddler took another lick through Jill's pussy, her hands squeezing the younger futa's ass. Jill groaned and squirmed, pressing back into the wonderful licking, the pleasure building in her body as the tongue danced and caressed, stirring rapture wherever it touched.
She stared out at the green fields, gasping her pleasure for all to hear. It was so wicked, so wild. The futa's tongue felt amazing as it lashed her pussy. Her cock twitched, cum boiling in the depths of her ovaries, building, the tip of her dick aching.
She humped harder into the futa-peddler's licks. Every swirl sent more pleasure rippling to the tip of her aching dick. Precum leaked out, staining her skirt. She came closer and closer to her pleasure, to screaming out her joy.
“Oh, I'm going to cum.”
“Do it, me bonny lass,” moaned the futa-peddler. Then she jammed her tongue deep into Jill's pussy, swirling around, caressing the inner depths.
The teasing delight shot straight to the tip of her futa-cock. Her entire body tensed. Her head snapped back, black hair dancing about her head. Her nipples throbbed so hard. She pinched them through her dress.
And came.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jill screamed out. “Oh, goddess, yes! Eat my pussy!”
Juices gushed out of her spasming cunt right into the futa-peddler's hungry mouth. She gulped them down, smacking her lips. At the same moment, jizz erupted from Jill's girl-dick. The cum shot against her dress and through the worn fabric, staining the surface of the rock. A growing wet spot spread on her gray skirt as she bucked and squirmed.
She pinched her nipples hard through her bodice. Pleasure crashed through her body. Rapture boiled her mind. She shivered as the final spurt of cum fired from her cock. A wild shiver ran through Jill.
“Oh, that was amazing. I love having my pussy licked.”
“Gotta get ya a woman or two that love pleasin' their futa,” the peddler laughed. “Just 'nother of the amazin' t'ings the beans will give ya.”
“So they're fertilized now?” asked Jill, looking over her shoulders at the redheaded futa, mouth and cheeks smeared with Jill's own cream.
“That had not'ing ta do with fertlizin' the beans. That was just for me pleasure.” The futa licked her lips, shivering. “Mmm, what a bonny tastin' pussy ya got, me sexy lass.”
Jill blushed, shivered. “So, how do we fertilize the beans?”
“Why, wit' ya pussy and me big futa-pecker.” The futa hiked up her quilted skirt, a huge girl-cock spilling out, thrusting hard right for Jill.
Her pussy clenched, watching the redhead stroke her big cock. “Let me just put in them beans into ya tight quim, then we can get ta fertlizin'.”
“Yes,” Jill groaned, not caring how sinful it was for one futa to fuck another. Her pussy yearned to be filled even if the village's futa-priestess would condemn her for it.
The futa-peddler pressed the first of the three beans into Jill's pussy. Her eyes widened, feeling the legume push into her wet folds. She shivered, the futa's thumb working it deeper and deeper into Jill. She could feel the magic in it tingling through her cunt. And then the futa added the second, pressing it in just as deep, filling her cunny.
“Mmm, I can feel something special in me,” Jill said.
“'Course ya can,” laughed the futa-peddler. “Them magic beans, after all.”
Jill groaned as the third bean was pressed into her pussy, caressing her tingling walls. Her dick, softening after her orgasm, throbbed harder again. Jill shifted on the rock, licking her lips as she stared at the redhead's big, throbbing girl-dick.
“Fertilize my beans with your salty seed,” groaned Jill, wiggling her hips. “I need it.”
“Got ya a hot quim for my big futa-pecker, eh?” The futa laughed, rubbing the fat tip of her girl-cock against Jill's pussy.
Her dick throbbed as she moaned, “Yes!”
“Good!”
The redheaded futa thrust. Jill groaned, the futa-dick stretching her pussy open and pushing the beans into the depths of her pussy. The friction sent shudders of pleasure sliding through her body, throbbing down her girl-cock and hardening her dick. Jill groaned, clenching her pussy down hard, increasing the friction.
A futa's dick felt amazing in her. She bucked back against the hard thrusts, groaning as the futa-peddler slammed in hard then drew back. Every inch of movement caressed her pussy walls and sent pleasure tingling through Jill's body. Her dick throbbed to its full girth as the peddler slammed in again.
The futa groaned as she fucked Jill's pussy. The younger futa wiggled her hips, taking the thick dick, feeling the beans lodged in the depths of her pussy. The futa-peddler slammed in again and again, driving that cock so hard into her depths.
“Yes,” Jill groaned.
“Ya like my big futa-pecker reamin' ya pussy?” groaned the futa-peddler. “I think ya do because ya pussy is clenchin' 'bout my girl-dick.”
“Love it,” Jill moaned. “Fertilize the beans. Fuck me so hard! I want them to grow.”
“'Course ya do.” The futa-peddler gave Jill's ass a smack. “Naughty lass. Mmm, yes, just a naughty futa-lass aching to cum on my big futa-pecker.”
“So hard!” Jill clenched her pussy on the thrusting dick, her own cock throbbing harder and harder. Another orgasm built in her depths. “I'm going to explode on your big dick. I'm going to milk out all your jizz.”
“Yes, yes, yes. Gonna flood ya.” The futa thrust harder, faster. “Gonna make ya squeal on my big futa-pecker!”
Jill wanted that. She bucked harder into the thrusts, their flesh slapping together, echoing across the empty road. Her pussy clenched and relaxed, drinking in the friction churned by the futa-peddler's hard thrusts.
And in the depths of her pussy, the magic beans tingled more and more. They excited her pussy. Sparks of delight shot from her cunt to the tip of her dick, lightning arching down from the clouds to strike the ground.
Jill groaned, excited as she humped back into the futa's thrusts. She wanted to explode again. She wanted to feel her pussy spasm on a hard, thrusting cock. It would be wonderful. She would drink in every last sensation.
“Ya gettin' closer,” grunted the futa-peddler. “Let me give ya a hand.”
The futa-peddler reached around, grasping Jill's cock. The younger futa's eyes widened as the redhead fucking her pussy stroked her dick. The feel of a hand sliding up and down her futa-dick while a girl-cock reamed her pussy shivered through her.
It was wonderful.
Exciting.
Magical.
The beans sparked in the depths of her
pussy. Pleasure exploded through her. She screamed out in wordless pleasure as she came.
Cum erupted from her dick.
Her pussy spasmed on the thrusting cock, milking it. Jill wanted to feel that hot cum spurting into her, fertilizing her beans. They were so warm and tingly in her depths, ready for the futa-seed to splash across them.
“Almighty Goddess, yes,” groaned the futa-peddler. She rammed her cock deep into Jill's pussy. “Enjoy, lassie!”
Hot cum spurted into Jill's depths. She groaned, her dick erupting as creamy girl-jizz flooded her pussy. It splashed around the beans. They burst with sparking pleasure. Jill groaned, her orgasm intensifying. More cum kept exploding from her cock, soaking the front of her dress. Her girl-dick throbbed in the futa-peddler's hand.
Jill's pussy milked every drop from the peddler's dick.
“Oh, my goddess, yes!” howled Jill, stars bursting through her eyes.
She slumped over the rock. The pleasure was intense. The world swam around her. Her pussy felt so empty. Her cock so in need of being stroked. She struggled to think. The beans electrified sparks slowed, dwindling.
Jill groaned, catching her breath. Her entire body was flushed and sweaty. She shivered, pushing herself off the rock. “Oh, I felt the magic and...”
Her words trailed off. The futa-peddler was gone along with Bessie. Jill blinked, cum dribbling down her thighs. She glanced up at the sky. The sun had climbed at least two or three hours since she encountered the futa-peddler, somehow time passing fast.
“These must be magical,” Jill groaned. She felt it.
Excitement bursting in her, her pussy clenching on the beans trapped in her depths, she raced home to tell her step-mother the exciting news. The farm wouldn't be lost. The magic beans would save them. She just knew her step-mother would be so pleased. No more worrying about the future. They could buy a new cow and a new plow horse. Jill could afford to fix up the farm and buy her step-mother new clothing.