Tale of the Wizard s Apples
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Jock Austin had been working the wharf in San Francisco for many years. His hands had the rough, calloused feel of a man who had done hard work all his life. Jock was tired. There had to be an easier way. As he was fuming and lamenting his lot in life, his mind wandered and he nearly slipped on the water-soaked pier. Damn! He'd just have to get out of this racket. But how, when you've been able to scrape by only $5,000 in savings after doing this crap for almost thirty years?
The work of a longshoreman was tough and physically demanding. At least, he thought, the exercise part of it had been enough to keep him trim and fit. Jock’s hands were as strong as vices, and his arms and legs were sinewy and muscular. He was moderately tall and fairly handsome with piercing, deep-set brown eyes and very few lines on his rugged face. He looked about fifteen years younger than his actual age of fifty-five.
Jock needed to unwind. He decided to walk over to his favorite watering hole near the pier before heading back to his apartment.
Ship’s Rudder was packed. It was Friday night, and a crowd was to be expected, but Jock had never seen it like this. As he waded through the crowd of mostly sailors and longshoremen, his mind was a million miles away. Staring at the floor, he didn’t see the woman standing in front of him and practically knocked her off her feet when he bumped into her.
She glared at him. “Why don’t you watch where you’re going?”
Jock wasn’t fazed by the woman’s attitude – the wharf was a rough and tumble place, and so was Ship’s Rudder. He was used to that kind of abruptness, as were most of the patrons of the bar. “I’m sorry,” he replied. “It’s crowded in here. I had a rough day and I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
His calm demeanor seemed to soften the woman’s features. She was probably in her mid-forties, but quite attractive with deep-set brown eyes and clear, silky, tan-brown skin. Her long, dark blonde hair was strikingly beautiful. She still had a lithe, tight figure despite her years. The woman obviously knew how to take care of her appearance. She managed a weak, embarrassed smile.
“Sorry I snapped.”
“Are you OK?” Jock asked
“Just startled me. I’m sorry.”
“I was the clumsy one, not paying attention. Tell you what. Can I buy you a drink?”
“Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you, but I don’t like being hit on.”
That had not been his intention, but Jock thought it best not to argue. He was not the pushy type anyway. As the woman continued toward the exit, he noticed the sway of her hips and the way her hair bounced with each step she took. He also noticed that as she was about to exit the bar, she turned and appeared to be looking right at him.
Jock continued to push through the rowdy crowd and finally made it to the bar. Melissa, the bartender, poured him his usual -- Jack Daniels on the rocks.
Melissa fit right in with the type of crowd that always frequented Ship’s Rudder. She was in her early thirties, with long dark brown locks and a perfect body. Melissa could talk smut with the best of them. As Jock stood at the crowded bar waiting for someone to vacate a seat, she sauntered over to him. She and Jock had had a short fling about five years ago but had remained good friends after it ended.
"Look, you’re a great looking guy and you fuck like nobody’s business," Melissa had said. "But I’m not getting involved with you or anyone right now."
The two had gone on with their lives but had remained good friends. Now she smiled at Jock knowingly.
“I’ve seen that woman in here a few times,” Melissa said. “She thinks she’s quite the cock tease.”.
Jock smiled. “Don’t know about that. I offered to buy her a drink and she blew me off.”
“I saw her apologize to you. What the fuck for?”
“I practically knocked her over on the way over here. She basically told me to fuck off. I said I was sorry and she seemed OK, but when I offered to buy her a drink she kind of accused me of hitting on her.”
“Believe me, she would not have been so nice if she weren’t interested in you.”
“Do you know her name?”
“Amy, Erin, something like that," Melissa answered. “I think Erin is right.”
Jock finished his Jack Daniels, then ordered a second one. He left and walked the five blocks to his apartment, on the second floor of an old but recently remodeled building. He quickly showered to get the dust and sweat off, went to bed, and was almost immediately asleep.
Jock was awakened a little after one in the morning by loud, angry voices. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and walked unsteadily to the apartment window. To his great surprise, the blonde-haired woman he had collided with inside the bar was arguing with a man – a towering hulk of a man. Suddenly the man pushed her violently and she fell to the ground hard. The woman cowered as he continued to berate her.
Jock instinctively knew he had to do something. He quickly threw on a pair of jeans and shoes and galloped down the apartment stairs.
Jock was mild-mannered but was not the kind of man who frightens easily. His years as a longshoreman had seen to that.
Positioning himself between the man and the fallen woman, he looked squarely at the man and said, softly and a bit threateningly, “You like to attack defenseless women, huh?”
“Fuck off, asshole. This is none of your business,” snarled the man.
The size of the man was intimidating, but rather than engage him in a fist fight, Jock quickly grabbed the man around the neck with his vice-like grip. The man tried to pry Jock’s hands away but to no avail. With his air supply shut off, the man’s body went limp under Jock’s grasp. Jock let him fall to the ground.
Gasping for breath, he stammered, “You want the little bitch? Fine. She isn’t worth it. She’s a prick tease and she’s probably a lousy fuck anyway.” Without saying another word, he slinked away.
Jock turned his attention to the woman lying in the grass. “Are you all right, Erin?”
“How do know my name?” she answered. She was still dazed and shaking but looked OK except for a scratch on her left arm where she had apparently hit a twig or something when the man had pushed her.
“Are you OK?” Jock repeated, choosing to ignore the question for the moment.
“Y..Y...Yes, I think so,” she answered weakly. “You’re the guy from the bar.”
She said it matter of factly, but with a slight smile of relief in her voice.
She was wearing a short blue skirt that had hiked up when she was pushed to the ground, exposing a pair of white, almost transparent, panties. Her white shirt was tight enough for Jock to notice she was not wearing a bra.
With a slight hint of embarrassment, she extended her arms as Jock bent to help her up. He felt the warmth of her breasts as their bodies touched, and his cock began to respond.
“I’m Jock. How about I take you upstairs to my apartment so you can get cleaned up?"
“Ok, but no funny business,” she answered. “And how do you know my name?"
“Melissa told me. I told her that we ran into each other,” he said with a smile.
The girl was trembling and exhausted from her ordeal. Jock put his arm around her waist to support her. Although Jock never used it, he and the girl took advantage of the elevator in Jock’s apartment building.
Erin sat at Jock’s dining room table while Jock fetched a bottle of water. He went to his medicine cabinet and came back with a small bottle of antiseptic and a swab of cotton. The girl winced as Jock applied the antiseptic to the thin scratch on her arm.
“Doesn’t look too bad,” Jock said. “Who the hell was that asshole?”
Erin was about to tell Jock that is was none of his fucking business, but similar to the way they had met in the bar, his calmness caused her to relax a bit. “Just a guy who wanted to get in my pants. We had a drink and he offered to walk me home, but the asshole wouldn’t take no for an answer. And that goes for you too.”
Jock wanted to tell her that she ought to be a little more careful about how she dressed but thought better of it. Besides, she didn’t deserve to be hassled regardless of what she was wearing.
He smiled. She may have been a cock tease, as Melissa had said, but he was strangely attracted to her. Maybe it was her fiery attitude, maybe it was the tanned skin, maybe it was the voluptuous swell of her unconfined breasts. No, it was something else. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
He decided to take a leap of faith.
“Erin, you’ve obviously had a tough night, and I’m not trying to be forward. But if you’d like to stay the night, I’ll let you have my bedroom and I’ll stay here on the couch.”
Perhaps it was the disarming, gentle way Jock spoke to her, but to his surprise, she agreed. She said softly, “I really am tired and I really don’t want to go back outside tonight. Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“I wouldn’t have asked you if I minded. I know you don’t have anything with you, but if you want to get out of those clothes tonight you’ll find a robe in the closet in the bedroom. Only thing is, you’ll need to put on the same clothes tomorrow. Or maybe I should say today? It’s almost one-thirty.”
Jock showed her to his bedroom and found the soft cotton robe he often wore. “The shower is just across the hall if you’d care to use it.”
Suddenly Erin burst into tears and threw her arms around Jock’s neck, burying her head in his shoulder. What the hell? Jock was growing more and more fond of this girl, and had he been more aggressive he might have tried to pick her up and throw her on his bed. Instead, he kissed her forehead and caressed her back, trying to be as comforting as he could.
“I don’t know how to thank you for what you did,” she said, tears still running down her cheeks. “I think I will take a shower if you don’t mind.”
“it would definitely make you feel better,” Jock answered, trying to be as soothing as he could. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to try and get at least a little sleep.”
“I’m sorry I caused all this trouble,” she said tearfully.
“No way it was your fault. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Jock lay down on the couch, still in his jeans. Although he had briefs on underneath, he was reluctant to take the jeans off with Erin in the shower. He remembered vividly how she had admonished him that there was to be “no funny business".
Jock was too keyed up to sleep. He heard Erin turn on the shower and listened to the rush of the water. After a few minutes, he heard the squeak of the water being turned off.
Erin stepped out of the bathroom wearing Jock’s robe. But rather than go directly into the bedroom, she stepped into the living room to see if Jock was still awake. He sat up when he heard her.
“Erin, is everything all right?” Jock was suddenly aware that is cock had hardened.
She crossed over to the couch, leaned over, and kissed Jock full on the lips. “I just wanted to thank you again.”
Jock noticed that the robe had opened, exposing one creamy, perfect breast. The small areola encircled a nipple that jutted out prominently. She made no effort to close the robe.
She crossed over to the front of the couch, took Jock’s hand, and moved it to her breast. He was startled and couldn’t help hesitating.
“I don’t want to take advantage of the situation,” he said.
“I said no funny business, but I didn’t realize what a gentleman you are. I should have realized it back at the bar, too.” She smiled wickedly now. “You can’t be very comfortable on that couch.”
She took his hand. The robe had opened completely and her breasts were gorgeous. God, she was attractive. She had removed her panties, and Jock could see the full, light brown bush between her legs. He was particularly attracted to a full bush. Why did women have to shave down there?
No cock teasing this time. Erin was the aggressor. Jock’s jeans were beltless because he had put them on hurriedly, and Erin quickly unbuttoned them and lowered his zipper. She lowered his jeans and dark blue briefs in one smooth motion.
Jock’s cock was already at full attention. It did not slant upward as much as it had when he was younger, but it was just as hard. He stepped out of his jeans while Erin began licking the head of his cock. She cupped his balls with her left hand and encircled the base of his cock with her right, then slowly and lightly drew the circle upward. It had been several months since Jock had been with a woman, and although he masturbated regularly the sight and touch of this woman was already driving him close to an orgasm.
Jock sat on the bed while Erin doffed the robe. She pushed his shoulders down onto the bed so that he was lying on his back, and took his entire 5-inch cock into her mouth. God, she was good. She used her tongue expertly as she sucked and slurped. She felt his cock stiffening further and positioned her mouth so that only the engorged head of his cock was inside, and made circles around the corona with her tongue. Jock squeezed both nipples gently and released a torrent of semen into her mouth.
Erin swallowed every drop. “That way I don’t have to clean you up,” she smiled.
“Now it’s my turn,” Jock said hungrily.
He flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide, and lifted her legs so that her feet were almost up to her ears. Her pussy was dripping wet. Jock hadn’t done this in a while, but a guy doesn’t forget things like that. He licked each side of Erin’s vulva, then along the slit, and finally inserted his tongue as deeply into her pussy as he could. She moaned in pleasure and thrust her hips up to meet him. When his tongue encircled her clit and feather-licked it, Erin went over the edge. She moaned loudly, tensed, and thrashed about wildly as the orgasm claimed her. Jock’s face was covered with her juices. Their tongues met when he crawled up to kiss her, and they shared the taste of her juices.
“I wanted you inside me,” she said as they were cuddling in the afterglow.
He smiled. “There’s always the morning. It’s Saturday.”
At about four o'clock, Erin awoke from a fitful sleep and turned to look at Jock, expecting him to be asleep. He was not.
The two smiled at each other and kissed passionately, their tongues exploring each other. Neither of them needed much foreplay. He sucked on each nipple. She caressed his balls, immediately getting him hard. She threw a leg over him and positioned herself directly over his hard, twitching cock. Lowering herself onto his cock, they both moaned in unison as he entered her. Her slow, rhythmic rocking motion drove him to a frenzy. His hips rose to meet her as she rocked forward. He came again, just as hard as before.
Erin and Jock finally fell asleep from pure exhaustion. In the morning, they showered together and felt a little more refreshed afterward. Erin had only the clothes she was wearing when she was attacked. Cars were rather infrequent among the denizens of the wharf area, and neither Jock nor Erin had one. Jock walked her home. Home for Erin was her own one-bedroom apartment on the next block.
They kissed passionately at the door of her building. As she entered the door, she called out to Jock. Misty-eyed, she blew him a kiss. As he walked home, Jock had a strange sensation that this had been more than a quick fuck. A lot more. He hadn’t realized it, but his loneliness was one of the main reasons he wanted to get out of this racket.
Erin was slightly confused as to her feelings for Jock, but the more she thought, the more she realized she was already in love with him. Sometimes a girl just knows. He was so gentle, so considerate. The fact that he could fuck like that didn't hurt either. Maybe she wouldn't be so lonely after all.
Jock knew he never wanted to tie himself down, but he couldn’t help the gnawing feeling that he had fallen for this forty-something woman. It just felt different than it had with Melissa or with any of the other women he'd been with. This girl's fire, coupled with her passion, sexiness, and a little bit of sensitivity, was a rare combination. Maybe he wouldn’t be so lonely after all.
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Tales from The Faux Fillies dressing room. By Maria Ski The tale that follows is an expanded version of the caption I created as a TG request for Cinderella 123456. The caption is called 'John becomes a ballerina'. Were as Bella from 'The Faux Fillies' calls the tale... The Birthday Ballerina...! As usual the dressing room was packed with off duty performers and club staff. And Bella looked over towards two of the male bar staff playing a hand of poker and grinned a sly...
Tales of a Hustler----Blakehybristophilia: the fascination to the point of sexual arousal than one experiences towards another that has committed the most heinous of crimes—****, k**napping, murder, etc. or is overall a particular hateful person, like a bully, racist, or career criminal. Through the decades there have been many titles---trick, trade, rough trade,chicken, foot soldier. I guess I've been called them all.Dudes hustle the streets for a variety of reasons. Some say it's just fun....
Although this is a Tale from the Shack, it can be read as a standalone tale. As with the rest of the Tales from the Shack, this is written in a Noir style. I typically don’t write graphic sex into this story line and that remains true here. Special thanks to Sbrooks and Crkcppr for the editing and Beta reading. Any remaining errors are entirely mine -- probably added after their assistance. Favors. In my world, favors are more important than almost anything else. A favor owed is immensely...
Tales of the RAC : The VerdictKathryn pushed the food around her tray in small circles. She knew she should try to eat the small bits of dry chicken or the weird grey grits that came with it. If she was found guilty, this might be her last chance for a meal that wasn’t prison rations or an intravenous protein bag. Still, it was nearly noon and her lawyer would be able to leave the courthouse and give her the news. That was one of the positive things about the revolution. When the USA became the...
1Tales From The Psych Ward 01 - "Of One Mind" BDSM / Fantasy / Altered Reality / MM / MF /MFMby The Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =It's so nice to be insaneNo one asks you to explainRadio by your side, Angie BabyAngie Baby, you're a special ladyLiving in a world of make-believeWell, maybe... Well, maybe...From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974This series of stories is inspired from my own struggle with...
As Staci reviewed the details for her next appointment, she couldn’t resist looking down her long, slender, tanned legs to what she considered her ultimate demonstration of how she had finally turned the corner. Gleaming up at her from her dainty (euro) size 36 feet were her first ever pair of “Jimmy Choo” shoes. The beautifully sculpted, 4 inch heeled, Amada leather peep-toe pumps made her feel deliciously decadent and, to her, were well worth every penny they had cost. Even the figure...
ReluctanceTales from a Small RepublicTayna's Story1As the recession hit the small Republic and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and women below ground were forced to close, there was a coup d'etat by the Generals and a much harsher regime imposed in an attempt to return some stability to the economy.One of the problems the Generals promised to deal with was the number of girls and women who turned to prostitution simply to try to get enough money to feed themselves after losing...
This page serves as a central root from which many one-shots, short stories, and adventures can branch from. The root itself is just to define a starting point, setting details, and main purpose for each tale tied to it. Effectively, this serves as a base-level introduction to the world- the stories themselves do not necessarily need to be read in order, or at all, to grasp what is happening within any given branch. Before going any further, it's important to impart one piece of meta...
FetishA real life adventure - or maybe it was all a fantasy - you will have to make up your own mind. They say confession is good for the soul, so here, for what it's worth, is one. It covers a recent visit to one of the more civilised parts of South East Asia - and, no, it wasn't Thailand or the Philippines. Whether I am proud of what happened or not is not something I wish to examine. Who can ever fully explain their actions? I guess only a shrink might be able to tell me, and I have never been...
From the Twitter of Security Consultant Sean Aloysius Patricius Ryan. * Insurance company wants to hire me to prevent double indemnity on an actor. I love Hollywood. All the easy jobs. Talked to company. Apparently, actor’s ‘mystique’ comes from being a former member of an IRA group. This might be slightly more interesting than I thought. I’ve taken the job. FAQ: IRA is not Individual Retirement Account. IRA= Irish Republican Army. Talked to actor. Forget anything interesting. The ‘IRA...
Edited by the incomparable ‘Wires’ as was TATTLETALE. To my eternal shame I failed to annotate TATTLETALE to credit Wires for his assistance. I hope he forgives me. His efforts have improved all my stories he has edited and this one is no different. Emily sat at the table crying while she watched her husband and best friend walk from the restaurant quietly talking together. Pete had his arm around Vicky’s shoulders as she leaned into his embrace. Ryan started after Pete, striding angrily. He...
FoxTales 4: Home with the Fox By Bill Hart I certainly couldn't believe our extreme good fortune on that day when we finally moved into the new apartment. My best friend John - we'd known each other even longer than forever - and I had been looking for some place just like this one for several months. We'd almost given up hope, but at the end of last month, we'd finally found this place. It was literally a dream come true. Quite surprisingly, we'd been allowed to move in that...
Tattletale Tail By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter One "Wow," said his mother looking around as she turned the car into a fancy development. "Looks like you made a rich friend." "Yeah, I heard that in school," said Todd. "But she's still a nice girl, right?" His mother gave him a look. "I think so," said Todd. "I don't know that many girls too well mom." "Well, as cute as you are," said his mother reaching over touching his head softly. "You will honey. It takes...
Tattletale Tail By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Meyers Chapter Two "What kind of girl am I?" gulped Todd. "Yup?" nodded Annalise. "That's the question, princess?" "Petrified. Todd sighed, seeing all the young girls giggling and hugging each other at the bottom of the stairs. "Gee just like I was when my parent's talked to me after our teacher called my house," said Annalise, staring down at him. "Now how's that feel, tattletale?" "I'm so sorry," said Todd, feeling his...
Ah, the universe of Undertale, as well as it's follow up, Deltarune. Plenty of girls, both human and monster. What do they have to hide? This story is completely open up to the public. Well first things first.
Natalee Tells Me About Her First Blowjob Natalee was 20 when we first got together and an amazing cock sucker. I was always curious about her sexual experiences from before we met and would ask her to tell me about them but she would never give me any details. As the years passed and we got more comfortable in our relationship she finally relented and gave me the story of how she gave her first blowjob. This is written as she told it to me one night as we lay nude in bed together while she...
Fairytales. We have all heard them and grew up with them. The happily ever afters (or rather dark endings if you knew the originals), the different versions depending on where you live, the bizarre moments… Now with ENF! Classical fairytale characters will now end up in the nude, may it be through their own hubris, trickery or some curse. Which tale will be retold first?
FantasyHi friends this is harish. I am submitting my own story which happen one year ago. After my exams i got my summer vacation leaves. I dont what to do and how to spend time without meeting my gf for two months. In holidays i was spending all my time by watching porn movies and masturbating but not satisfied with that. One day i thought to do sex with any prostitute but i not did that because of i don't have that much dare to call prostitutes. Because fearing of hiv. I called my gf and said her i...
First TimeTo the tune of "Fairytale of New York" by Shane MacGowan and Jem Finer This may be archived/posted anywhere: Just give credit where credit is due, thanks! Fairytale of Christmas By Pretzelgirl It was Christmas Eve, again In the closet I finished donning my gay apparel And then I poured a drink My memories erase I strung some mistletoe Tear trickles down my face God, I'm the lucky one I've been the favorite son I've kept it hidden I've been the golden boy The toll has...
A/N: Here is something I’ve tried to write for a while now, and finally succeeded. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Also, English is not my main language, so if there are typos or mistakes, I apologize. Tales of Cera will be a series of stories that happen in the same world, but each story will focus on different people and even different periods of time. Some stories will refer to others and one or two may be crossovers, but no need to be worried. I will give an A/N if that...
“SPEECH” ‘THOUGHT’ (Character Change) (Drake) The sun poured though the window high on the wall illuminating the particles of dust floating through the air. It shone off the polished white marble of the throne room and sparkled on magnificent golden frames, each containing a portrait of a previous monarch of the newborn kingdom of Kairndal. The room was eerily silent and empty save for only two men. Veldan Carrik, the fourth king of Kairndal sat upon his throne, looking down upon...
THE TALES OF PRIYA, a lesbian paranormal fantasy.Part 1: Awakening the Slut WithinThis is a story of an 18-year-old half-Warshari, half-Witch, who starts waking up to her life. Her name is Priya. She is 5’7” 135 pounds, 34C-28-34. She is fit and works out every day. Her urges have always been towards girls even though she tried dating a guy, but she felt awkward, and it didn’t work out. Her best friend of two years is Bell, who has secretly wanted to have sex with her since they met. Arabella...
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