Helping a Friend

She moved to town about 6 months ago and I could tell she was not enjoying the new job or city. She had found a rewarding job right out of college, but the working life culture shock along with loneliness in the new city had taken the sparkle out of her big green eyes.

I first met her when she moved in next door. The giant box she was carrying appeared much too large and heavy for her small slender frame. I introduced myself and helped carry the larger items into her new apartment. Although I was in my late 30s, I had a strong athletic frame that made lifting heavy items a fairly easy task. I suppose the help I offered enabled me to be her first trusted friend in the area.

Since we both arrived home from work around the same time, we would often see each other in the parking lot and discuss the events of the day. It became such a regular event that I often felt a lack of closure on those days when I didn't chat with her. As months passed by, I witnessed her perky upbeat attitude turn more mellow. There was a sadness in her face and tone as she talked about her demanding boss and the older co-workers who refused to respect her opinions solely because of her youth. I tried numerous times to convince her that the co-workers were just jealous.

After our evening chats, I could sometimes hear the later events of her evenings through the thin apartment walls. I could hear news reporters on her TV discussing the days events, I could hear the loud grunts and clangs of dumbells as she worked out, and I could hear her angelic voice singing. I heard these noises even on Friday and Saturday nights. It saddened me to think of her being alone so much, but the most I could do was invite her out with my friends. She came out with us a couple times, but I could tell she didn't enjoy watching sports with groups of men who were 15-20 yrs older than her.

As the months rolled by, our friendship had progressed from a neighborly level to more of a trusted friendship. It was about midnight when I heard her loud piercing scream next door. I jumped out of bed and ran over to her apartment with a baseball bat. I pushed on her ajar apartment door and saw a large man pushing her against the wall. I stormed in and incapacitated the intruder.

We were up nearly all night as she tearfully retold the events to the police officers. Her hand remained wrapped tightly around mine up until the officers left. I slept on her couch that night in the hope that she would feel safe enough to get at least a couple hours of sleep before her big meeting the next day.

I saw her in the parking lot the next day as she came home from work. When she say me, she ran over and hugged me tightly. I felt her supple breasts prop tightly against me as she rested her her head and beautiful wavy brown hair against my chest. She was tired, had a rough day, and craved the safety of the man who could protect her. I wrapped my arms around her and listened to her hushed sobs.

I led her upstairs to my apartment couch and held her until her tears slowed down. She was leaning against me in a half fetal position with her head resting against my chest. She must have been listening to my heart beat. Her low cut shirt was subtly outlining the gentle curve of her lightly tanned B cup breasts. Her shirt had raised slightly to reveal her smooth hips and tone stomach pressed up against me. I couldn't resist lowering my hands to her waist to feel that soft skin beneath my fingertips. Her tense body relaxed slightly as my warm hands slowly caressed the curves of her exposed skin. She raised her right knee up to rest on mine causing her skirt to rise and reveal muscular thighs wrapped around my own. I whispered "You're a good girl.. you're safe here" as her hand began to explore the ridges and valleys of my chest and arms. Tears were still welling in her eyes, but I knew she was beginning to feel better.

Feeling brave, I slowly found my way up her shirt to the base of her breasts. No bra. I could feel her hearbeat echoing under her hard nipples as I gently squeezed the juicy mounds. Her hand began to explore lower and lower on my body with an odd hesitancy and curiousity. I kissed her curly hair and asked if she had ever touched a penis before. She looked away, blushed, and said no. I took hold of her soft thin fingers and led her hand to my throbbing penis. My cock grew quickly with the guidance of her surprisingly strong grip. Her body shifted and her head descended into my lap. "Thank you for being here for me" she whispered as she closed her eyes and appeared lost in thought. I petted her hair and shoulders while waiting for her to awake from her internal dialogue of sadness. A few moments later, she opened the zipper of my pants, pulled my cock out, and began to suck. This wasn't blow-job type sucking, but rather as if the act of sucking was of comfort to her much like any other adult would suck on a pen when stressed. Nonetheless, my dick was enjoying every moment of it.

I don't know if she even noticed that I had pulled her shirt up to get a full look of her glorious youthful tits. I began pinching and tugging on the hard and pointed nipples. She finally acknowledged the play and pulled her head up. I was terrified she was upset and would leave me. Instead, she pulled her body up, lifted her leg and straddled me in my lap. She pulled her right nippled up towards my mouth and allowed me to suck. She kissed my head and allowed me to pinch, tug, and suck to my heart's desire.

By now, my cock was at attention and needed to grind. I asked her if she was my good girl and she breathlessly answered "yes". I pulled her up, let her skirt drop to the floor, and pulled her shirt off. She shivered under the blower of the air conditioner and blushed upon realizing she was standing alone wearing only her red satin panty.

I stood up, guided her head down to my cock and instructed her on how my little girl should thank her protector. "Suck it harder" i moaned. I pulled her head towards me until I heard a gurgle and gag from her sweet throat. She must have liked it because she grabbed my thighs tighter as I held her head tighter. "Open your throat.. let my dick in" I instructed. She was a fast and capable learner. Her mouth stretched to its limit and her eyes watered as my 9 inch cock penetrated her tiny mouth. She grabbed my hand and held it close to her chest as I pumped my cock into her.

I pulled her up, pulled her panty off, and instructed her to open her mouth. I stuffed the entire panty into her mouth and bent her over my knee. "My little girl needs a spanking for doing such dirty things with a man" I said. She let out muffled whimpers and cries with each spanking, but did not resist once. After 10 spankings, I propped her up on the couch doggie style. I needed to finally let my load out. My enormous cock was a tight fit in her clenched wet virginal cunt. I could tell every inch inward was painful for her, but she held her hips up high and allowed me to make a woman out of this scared girl. She moaned loudly and her pink fingernails dug deep into the couch fabric with every thrust. I pushed faster and harder listening to moans become louder and more anxious. With her hip in one hand and her swollen tit in the other, I felt her shudder in orgasm and her sweet ejaculate envelop around my dick. I thrust with all my might and dropped my load into her tight pussy.

I sat back on the cough and she crawled next to me and fell asleep in my arms.