A not so shitty day (after all)
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Having moved to a new state and with it a new community, Ruth Prendegast was having a quite crappy day; that was until a friendly neighbour, Malcolm Rodgers, paid her a visit with a welcome house warming gift.

"Here you go, mom," exclaimed my 16-year-old daughter, Jamie, as she handed me a morning mug of coffee.

"You sound sprightly, young lady," I replied, before thanking her.

"I'm off, out, see what this new place has to offer," Jamie trilled.

"Just don't go getting into trouble, just yet," I intoned, before taking a refreshing sip and considering breakfast.

Several minutes later, and with my nylon robe wrapped around my shapely 38 years young body, I found myself in the garage, looking through unpacked boxes for a juicer. ‘Oh crap, now where did I put it,' I thought aloud.

Deciding on a fried breakfast instead, I soon found the frying pans, only for the gas stove not to light. ‘Shit! Doesn't anything in this place work,' I mildly fumed.

I then went to find the book in which I wrote down all the new service numbers for electricity, which we had, along with the telephone and gas.

‘Owe,' I cried out, when I caught my fingernail on the lounge cabinet draw as I went to pull it open.

‘This day's not going too well,' I told myself, as I sucked the inflamed finger and tried to remember where I'd put the first aid items. Not yet unpacked, I soon realised, and went to find them.

‘Right, draw, no biting,' I said, and with my fingernail plastered, I soon had the draw open. Just then, and before I could pick up the phone to call the gas service number, there was a knock at the front door.

‘Who can that be,' I wondered, and went to see all the same.

"Good morning to you," said the quite handsome young man stood on my porch. He looked to be in his early 20's and he was holding, if my feminine nose wasn't mistaken, what smelt like apple pie - I just love apple pie with ice cream or custard, either way, I don't mind.

"I'm your neighbour. This is for you, a house warming gift," he announced.

"I'm Malcolm—Rodgers, and you," he enquired.

"Why thank you, Malcolm. That smells, emn, delicious," I commended him, as I took a quick scent of his offering.

"I'm Ruth, Ruth Prendegast," I informed Malcolm, before accepting what for me would have to be breakfast and inviting my quite fanciable neighbour to follow me to the kitchen.

Being a single parent and even though and now Jamie was old enough to take care of herself, I've often found myself either lusting after younger men or wondering when I'd meet someone I could start anew with. ‘No ring,' I noticed, although, nowadays, any absence counted for little.

"I think I've got a tin of custard in one of the cabinets. I unpacked the food items first; just haven't gotten around to the non-essential machines yet," I intoned, and then placed the pie, which was noticeably warm, on a work surface and then reached up to open a couple of cabinets and find the custard.

"Microwave bowl," I said, prompting myself to remember where I'd put them.

"I've had a bit of a shitty day, so far, Malcolm," I exclaimed.

"Sorry," I quickly apologised for my profanity.

"...That's okay," he rejoined, albeit with a degree of hesitancy to his voice.

‘Dam! And just when we appeared to be getting to know one another,' I scolded myself, only to realise that, what with my stretching up to open cupboards and the sash of my robe being tied moderately close, it was enough to show off my shapely ass.

‘Things appear to be looking up, especially after the bad start,' I remarked to myself, while allowing a pleasant grin to escape from my lips.

"Got it!" I exclaimed. "So, how do you like it, hot, warm," I intoned, before going to pull the can's ring.

As I did, Malcolm noticed the plaster and volunteered to ‘pull it' for me. Well, and what with his noticeable muscles as he did, ‘he can pull me anytime,' I regaled.

"Warm, like most things in life," he answered, and with a pleasant yet cheeky smile.

He was evidently flirting with me, at me, which showed his interest - not too keen, as was I, mind. Upon realising that and having closed the microwave door and set the timer, I loosened the top of my robe's lapels, thereby opening them just enough that Malcolm could better see the swell of my shapely 38D breasts; my part groomed pussy being shielded by a pair of nightwear panties, the gusset of which had become mildly moist since his unexpected yet welcome arrival.

"There, that shouldn't take long," I intoned, adding a coy smile, one that Malcolm quickly detected and returned.

"I take it you work out," I said. "You look quite muscular."

In response to my observation, Malcolm raised the bottom of his short sleeve top, a grey crew neck with a white symbol emblazoned on the front, and displayed a very prominent ‘six-pack'.

Just then, as is always the case, the ‘ding' sound of the cooker made me jump. Since the custard needed a minute wait before serving, I stepped closer to Malcolm and felt his muscular abbs.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, when they moved. ‘That's quite some control he's got. I wonder if his dick responds the same,' I found myself musing.

"There's more," he jollied, and with that, my neighbour moved his arms, grasped the sides of his top and in no time at all, had removed his shirt.

"Wow! You are muscular," I extolled, as he flexed first his right and then left triceps for me.

"I've been meaning to work out myself," I said, and took the bold decision to open my robe and show Malcolm my figure.

"What! No, your figure looks perfect to me," Malcolm commended.

Stood back from me, I could tell from his expression that he meant what he said - it wasn't superficial. Malcolm even regarded my naked breasts respectfully.

"What about these, though," I crooned, having cupped each tit and raised them to a position whereby they stuck out; especially my aroused nipples, which were surrounded by a darkened areola, something that tends to occur when I'm extra horny.

"May I, if it's okay," Malcolm almost blushed, while his hands remained at his sides; no shaping them into what they otherwise would be once a man gets his hands on them. Call me old-fashioned, but I find that to be quite unbecoming.

As I nodded my approval, I slowly let them come to rest. "I was thinking of having augmentation. What would be your advice?" I lilted, as Malcolm moved his hands to first support them and then subsequently feel their fullness. Obviously, a woman my age and with a D-cup would have little need for any enlargement...!

"They're perfect...shaped, Ruth," he stuttered, though more out of surprise at what I was consciously inviting, I surmised.

"They're quite sensitive as well, Malcolm," I intoned huskily, hoping that he would be modestly bolder, and yes, as he began mildly caressing them, he was.

"It's been quite some while since, emn, yes, a man's touched them - me, in fact." My continuative words quickly silenced by his welcome lips on mine. ‘Oh well, there goes breakfast,' I happily remarked to myself, as we exchanged tongues; Malcolm's hands now exerting a firmer, more manly fondle while playing his thumbs over my prominent rubbery nipples.

"Hurm," I moaned my pleasured approval, which simply encouraged him to use a finger as well. That elicited an even deeper moan from within me and, if I'm not mistaken, caused more than my clitty to come alive.

Having broken our embrace, we were both at a bit of a loss as what next to do. If we were young lovers, we'd no doubt be fumbling to get our clothes off, which we were somewhat half way through.

"Pie and custard!" Malcolm exclaimed, although I could tell from his tone and expression, that's because he felt a tinge of guilt. ‘Time to set his mind at rest,' I decided.

"I can warm them up afterwards, Malcolm. Right now, I'm the one that's hot and I dare say you are also," I rejoined, before moving my hand to locate his...ah yes, hard-on.

"Emn, that's quite an impressive muscle, also. Does it get much of a workout," I crooned, as I slowly ran my curled fingers along its warm length; even with chinos and pants on, there was a noticeable heat coming from the swell of his shaft, I noticed having knelt before him.

"Are you sure you want...!" But before Malcolm could complete his sentence, I gave his firm cock a playful squeeze and moved my mouth to surround the bulge of his shaft with my lips. Hopefully, that allayed any more such concerns as to my positivity at getting fucked by this young muscular stud.

Apart from the odd pleasured sigh or moan, Malcolm fell silent as I undid his trousers and soon had his warm fleshy cock in my humid hands; in addition to him being long he was quite thick, I noticed.

"So, no husband," he enquired, though more for something to say as I continued.

"If there was, I doubt I would be doing this," I rejoined, and then flicked my tongue around the bulbous head of his warm erection.

It tasted sweet, even more so, when Malcolm's cock released the usual bead of pre-cum I've come to know over the years from men.

Sucking dick, giving head, is quite empowering for some women, let me tell you, of which I'm one. Along with the taste, especially those who keep themselves clean, there's the satisfaction of making the guy hard, encouraging him to cum - I'm a swallower, in that respect - and then inviting him to return the pleasure before getting him hard enough to fuck my brains out!

I'm not one for taking it up the ass, though, something that appears to be all the rage these days. Although men have tried to go there, I quite welcome a guy's fingers. Malcolm, that said, was way too thick to even contemplate it.

"Ermn, hurmn," I murmured, as I smeared his escaping joy juice around the warm puffy glans before actually licking it up. After that, I mouthed the crown while continuing to tease the eye with my tongue.

"Ooo yes. I wasn't expecting this," Malcolm intoned. ‘Me neither,' my mind responded.

It wasn't long, a few fleeting moments, than I was taking more of his fat length between my quite moist lips. That has a tendency to happen whenever I have something between them or my teeth - a pen or pencil for example - they salivate. This time, and in quite a long time, it was a warm hard cock; my neighbour's in fact.

"Ermn, ermn," I continued to murmur and moan, my hand fanned out at the base of Malcolm's shaft. Not to act as a buffer, but more to hold him at a viable angle that he could, if he so desired, and I do like being desired, so, venture his cockhead to my throat. Funny, I don't take it up the ass, but my throat...!

Having gotten him to go there and a snug fit it was, I released my hand and extended my tongue to lick around his tight balls. That got Malcolm all the more worked up and I knew it wouldn't be long before he was spewing his warm sticky spunk into my mouth and throat. Before that, though...!

Drawing my lips up Malcolm's shaft, my cheeks pulled in so as to cause a vacuum, I subsequently released my neighbour's firm slick erection with a ‘pop'! I then motioned Malcolm's shaft up against his abdomen; my right thumb just below the rim of his warm saliva slick helmet.

With my tongue once more extended, I teased his ball sac for some moments and then slowly slithered my tongue tip up the underside of his shaft, before repeating the same motion a few more times. It was as if I was encouraging Malcolm's cum to rise up his cock, which I suppose I wanted, only not just yet; not until I once more had his manhood between my lips, where I could both enjoy and appreciate the taste of his offering.

"Ooo yes, I'm gonna cum if you continue, Ruth," he far from forewarned me.

Finished with my momentary, yet no doubt pleasurable teasing, I returned his cock to a more desirable level and angle and encompassed the glans and the first few inches with my mouth. I then placed both hands around the lowest point and began a firm upward motion as I sucked down on it and drew my lips up in tandem with that of my hand movement. That soon did it, as, presently, Malcolm began straining to follow me, as if fucking his cum into my mouth, which was soon very much the case while making a grunting noise before, as, and once he had shot his load into my mouth.

When I felt the first warm burst, I relaxed my grip and slowed down to a more casual wank of Malcolm's cock. Quite tasty, indeed, I noticed as my neighbour's sticky spunk hosed the walls of my mouth and showered on to my tongue - not once, twice, but four times I received a warm blast before I sucked the remaining vestiges of cum from his cock and balls.

"Woa! That's quite a lot," I commended him afterwards; whereupon, and with his cock semi-hard, Malcolm extended his hands to help me up from my kneeling position. If he'd been hard, I dare say I'd have pulled him down beside me, climbed on top of his cock and fucked myself on it for some while; he wasn't, and so...!

"Let me heat up the..." I said, getting my composure back.

"That can wait, you've got something more tasty," Malcolm quickly rejoined, intimating my pussy, which was moist against my panties.

What with the new home having a dinette (kitchen and lounge combined), the sofa, albeit turned the other way, was in easy reach. Rather than lead me there, though, Malcolm picked me up so that I was cradled in his arms, almost like a bride being carried over the threshold. I responded by putting my arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss, one that continued once I was laid along the couch.

My body emitted a frisson when he began kissing me. First my nose, then my eyelids and forehead came in for his attentiveness. ‘You're going the wrong way,' my impatient mind exclaimed, only for Malcolm to kiss my nose, then once more my lips before moving to my chin and florid cheeks and neck.

I moaned languidly when I felt Malcolm kiss and lick my neck, that was quite sensuous, believe me. Moans then turned to long deep sighs, having he kissed along my clavicle and turned his attention to the swell of my palpitating breasts.

"Oh Malcolm, yes, more, please, emn," I half-deliriously responded, urging his mouth closer to my hard sensitive cherry atop the peak of my warm responsive mound.

"Urmn, hurmn," I moaned, when Malcolm took the swollen bud between his lips and gently pulled on the nipple.

My neighbour was knelt, almost craned over me, at the side. I would have preferred he be on top, that way I could get some additional stimulus from what must surely be a re-invigorated hard-on. That, not withstanding, Malcolm refrained from going in search of my groomed pussy, something I would otherwise expect a man to do and thereby instil two pleasures of stimuli.

"Oh, Malcolm, feel my pussy for me, please," I urged. "I want to cum," I intoned fervently.

"Emn, yes," I moaned, when I felt fingers of his right hand trail down my midriff, pass that of my naval and slide effortlessly under the waistband of my damp panties.

"Ermnnnn...!" I sighed and gasped, when I felt Malcolm's fingers stroke my hardened clit.

"Oh—fuck! More, stroke it, stroke my sensitive clitty," I purred, the sensations now combining into a heady cocktail, one that was more than stirring deep inside my body.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ermngh," I squealed my delight, as my climax rose to the surface and quickly burst through my sexually charged body; he'd yet, as Malcolm intimated, to taste me down there.

With my feet braced on the sofa cushion, I managed to lift myself up enough that I was able to slide the now moist thong over my hips, up my thighs and down my legs; Malcolm quickly moving to remove it from my feet. Having he done so and still holding the right one, he drew it towards his lips and took the toes into his mouth.

"Emn!" I exclaimed. ‘So that's why Madonna...!' I realised, as the sensations from what Malcolm was doing sent pleasurable tingles directly to that of my clit, which he subsequently once more stroked.

"Oh, Malcolm," I moaned, as another climax began to well up inside me.

"Lick my pussy, please," I urged, wanting to have his tongue trigger my slowly simmering climax.

With my leg once more reposed so that I was open to his attention, rather than draw out my need by kissing along my legs and thighs, Malcolm slowly moved closer to my wetness and planted some capricious kisses on my puffy mound, one that was framed by a growth of moderate-length pubes.

"Oh Malcolm," I swooned, in response.

"Oh yes, like that. Lick it, yes, more," I gurgled hopelessly, when I felt Malcolm's warm moist tongue, which he had flattened out, tease my gash and then slowly wiggle its way up and then down it; his fingers once more agitating my firm sticky stalk.

"Hurmngh," I sighed, when my release shimmered through my body. As it did, I couldn't stop myself from writhing and tossing my head from side to side with the acute pleasure I subsequently felt.

It didn't end there, as, having dipped his fingers in my warm wet pool, Malcolm trailed them across my perineum and I soon felt them press against my anus.

"Emn, yes. Just your fingers, though, Malcolm," I intoned, letting my neighbour know that I welcomed just them, all the while using those of his other hand to massage the inner folds of my pussy while licking and sucking my responsive clit.

"Fuck, yes, like that, more, fuck me, fuck me...ohm, I'm gonna...yes, yes, cuum!"

"I want your cock in me. Is it hard. Never mind, I'll...Oh, so it is, Malcolm!" I swooned, having caught sight of it. Malcolm's cock looked longer, bigger even, than earlier as he went to kneel up between my splayed thighs.

"That's quite, umn! Big!" I swooned, as the turgid head bobbed with its approach.

Quickly, I moved my hands between my humid thighs. With the right one I grasped the warm fleshy shaft while with the other I opened my pussy up to him; his quite thick firm cock.

To make it easier for the glans to infiltrate my otherwise neglected tight pussy, I moistened the swollen head by sliding it up and down my wet cunt lips.

"That should, yes, do it," I crooned, just as I slid the crown of Malcolm's erection into the warm depths of my vulva.

Although, yes, it took some general toing and froing to begin with - I was quite tight down there, after all - I, we, finally managed to get the entire thick length of my neighbour's cock deep inside me; Malcolm having raised my legs up and back, which he subsequently had resting against his shoulders.

Like that, he began a slow back and firm forward motion; his cock doing wonders to my senses as it was fucked into me. Eventually, and in need of a more vigorous fuck from him, I moved my hands to Malcolm's hips and urged him to be a bit more forceful.

"Oh yes, emn, like that, fuck me hard, like that," I encouraged him, just as another climax began to make itself known.

Not long afterwards, I both felt and heard Malcolm's groin slap against my shapely round ass cheeks as he thrust his erection both at me and in me.

"Oh yes, emn, more, like that. Don't stop, don't stop fucking me," I cried out, then moments later, my body was somewhat overwhelmed when a glowing climax took a hold of me. I could feel the effects of it resonate in my head, quickly followed by that of Malcolm cautiously taking his warm throbbing cock from my heated pussy and then shooting his warm sticky cum up my body: over my abdomen, my midriff, even my tits, which I was quick to move my hands to and so massage the warm sticky essence over.

"Thank-you," I commended Malcolm, not just for the highly pleasurable fuck he'd just given me, but for being considerate as to not cum inside me.

Having quickly found and fetched a towel for me to wipe myself, once I'd done so, I re-heated the custard and enjoyed what for me was brunch; funny, after sex, I'm always hungry.

With the remainder of the pie placed in the fridge and the used plates and cutlery on the draining board for later, I took the young man's hand and had him follow me up to my bedroom. There, we enjoyed some lengthy foreplay: me sucking Malcolm's once more hard cock while he ministered to my pussy, clit and ass with three fingers.

After that, and with the space of my double bed to sprawl out on, we fucked in several positions; Malcolm going down on me with each change and making me cum each time. In truth, he seemed more suited to Jamie's age, however, and for then, at least, I enjoyed my neighbour's company and that of his adroit lovemaking, as for the positions...!

Not quite on all fours, as I found my upper body sloped down, my shoulders resting on the duvet and my head turned to one side. I also had three of Malcolm's firm fingers in my ass, not just there, but pressing against his cock as it was fucked into me.

"Oh fuck me yes," I cried out.

Me on top of him. Not in a conventional pose to begin with, but from a standing position either side of him. Then, when I lowered myself towards his upstanding, vertical erection, Malcolm directed me to a more squatting position. From there, and with his turgid cockhead just inside my creaming pussy, he entwined the fingers of both his hands in those of mine, thereby supporting me as I fucked myself, quite pleasantly I must say, up and down his warm firm length. I shuddered at the sensation to begin with.

Best of all, though, was when he had me lay on my left side. Malcolm then raised my right leg into an angled sitting position and subsequently knelt either side of the left one. He then, having slid his cock into my saturated pussy, drew my right leg up and rested it against his left shoulder. In doing so, my upper body turned, of its own accord, to a more reclined position. Malcolm then lowered his head and lips to meet mine. ‘Ermn,' I sighed, for as we kissed and he slowly slid his cock in and out of my cunt, I felt fingers of his right hand stroke my clit while those of the other rolled and pulled my hardened right nipple.

‘God, being fucked like this, I so wanted to feel the sensation of Malcolm bathing my inner pussy with his warm cum.'

"Fuck me, Malcolm, fuck me and cum inside me," I suddenly urged wantonly.

He gave it to me hard and deep, his warm spunk flooding my pussy, my cunt, with glorious waves of warm creamy cum juice. My body responded the way it hadn't done in quite some time, the way it does in such situations. Thankfully, I was aware of a morning after pill, so there was no danger of a repeat of how I came by my daughter, Jamie.

"That was...!" I began to say, almost lost for the right word.

"Perfect!"

"Yes, perfect. You're perfect," I intoned, before giving Malcolm a kiss and going to the bathroom. There, I wiped away as much as I could with a tissue and then returned to my unexpected yet welcome guest.

"My daughter, she's a bit younger than you, will be home soon," I told him, intimating a need for us to get dressed; Malcolm's shirt and chinos being downstairs.

"You've got a daughter," he exclaimed, almost with disbelief in his voice.

"Emn, and I need to get to the pharmacy so I don't find myself with another," I smiled approvingly at him, as I stroked his flaccid cock and wondered which of us he'd possibly go for. Time alone would answer that question...!