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An abused wife and mother comes to a new friend for help.
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Little Mel

I was 28 or so when I met Melanie Brown. I had been visiting a family member on the north side of Phoenix, Arizona when I spotted her and her little brother watching me. I was driving a small, open air, tiller steered, car used in local parades. Though it was a modern piece, the car resembled an antique from the late 19th century. I had made some repairs to the car, and was test-driving it before returning it to its owner.

At first I saw a small boy and what I thought was his teenaged sister watching me from their yard. Their hair got my attention. They both had the same bright red hair. Every time I passed their home, the boy would jump up and down with excitement and point at the car I was driving.

I stopped in front of them, introduced myself, and offered them a ride. The little boy didn’t wait for his sister to give him her OK. His eyes lit up, and he instantly began trying to climb aboard.

Though it was not very fast, driving this little car took both hands; one to steer with the tiller and the other to operate the spring returned throttle. So, I looked at the excited kid’s sister and said told her. “You come too. You’ll need to hold Jr. here so he doesn’t fall out.”

With a bright smile, she put the boy in the seat between us and climbed aboard. Melanie introduced herself and her son, Bobby. She then thanked me for the ride. Though she looked to be about 14, as it turned out, Melanie was a mother in her mid twenties.

When they were safely seated, I pulled away from the curb. Off we went. We drove around the neighborhood for twenty or thirty minutes. Bobby never stopped talking. As most kids do, he asked a million questions. Most of his questions were good ones about the operation of the car. All of which, I answered as best I could to the satisfaction of a young boy.

Melanie didn’t say much. She just sat there with a wide smile, staring at me, and intently listening to my every word.

If not for the fact that I was driving, I may have returned the favor and not taken my eyes off of Melanie. Even though she looked like a young girl, there was just something about her that piqued my interest.

Melanie was a petite young thing. As an adult woman, she stood only 4’11” tall and weighed about 85 to 90 pounds. Little Mel, as I later came to call her, was as cute as they come. Her rounded, lightly freckled, face was surrounded by an abundance of well kept bright red hair. Bobby had the same hair. They also shared a pair of light green eyes. Her eyes were set over a button of a nose and full lips.

As the ride came to an end, I handed Melanie my card and asked her the million-dollar question. “May I call you some time?

Her smile quickly turned to a frown. She lowered her head, and, with a hint of sadness, answered. “He’s not around much, but I’m married.”

“That’s too bad.” I replied. “If you need anything, or change your mind, give me a call. The name and number’s on the card.” When I offered her my hand, she reached out and gently squeezed it.

She looked down at my card and told me. “Thanks again, John. I just may take you up on that offer.” Melanie then smiled, turned, and led Bobby toward their house.

Bobby was a polite kid. Before going into his house, he turned at his door, waved, and yelled. “Thank you!” He and his mother then disappeared into their house.

Several weeks passed, and I had let the memory of Melanie and her boy fade from my mind. Then, late one afternoon, out of the blue, the phone rang. It was Melanie, and she sounded upset.

With a voice just above a whisper, she asked. “Can Bobby and I meet you somewhere to talk?”

I began recalling the cute girl and her little boy to whom I had given a ride on a parade car. I quickly agreed to meet with them. “Where would you like to meet?”

“Some place private and quite, please.” With a bit of hesitation, she asked. “Can we, maybe, come to your place? Please.” She begged softly.

“Well, sure, I suppose that’ll be OK. Is something wrong?” I asked.

“We just need to get out of here for a while. How do I get to your house?”

I gave her the directions to my home, and advised her. “It should only take you about 20 minutes to get here.”

“OK!” She said and then hung up. About 30 minutes later, Melanie and Bobby pulled into my driveway.

I went out to meet them. As I approached, Melanie had her back to me. She was helping Bobby out of his car seat in the back of her little car.

With a broad grin, I cheerfully said. “Hi guys. How ya doing?”

As she let Bobby climb out of the car, Melanie stood and turned to face me. “Not too well.” Her eyes were brimming with tears.

I was shocked! Her cute face looked terrible. She had a blackened left eye, her right cheek was bruised, her lower lip was badly swollen, and her eyes were red from crying.

“What the hell happened to you? Are you alright?”

She began crying and said. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be here. I hardly know you, but I had no one else I could call. My family is back east, and the few friends I have here can’t help.”

I put my arm around her shoulders, and pulled her toward my front door. “Come inside, tell me what happened, and I’ll do what I can to help.” I then guided her and her young son into my living room and had them sit on the couch. I brought her a cup of tea and Bobby a glass of milk. I then got her an icepack for her bruised face.

As she sipped the tea, with tears flowing down her cheeks, Melanie told me of the abuse she had suffered at the hands of her husband, Rob. Bobby sat quietly beside his mother sipping his milk.

Melanie told me. “Rob drinks too much. He used to just cuss at me, but he’d do that even when he was sober. Lately, when he comes home drunk he hits me. Until today, he just slapped my face. Then, after slapping me around, he expected me to make love to him that night. Today, when he came home, drunk as usual, he started hitting me with his fist. Bobby started crying and yelled at him to stop hitting me. Rob then slapped Bobby and knocked him down. That’s when I knew we had to get out of there. You’re the only one I know around here that Rob doesn’t know. I hid your card the day you gave it to me, and he has no idea who or where you are.”

“Damn, girl! No one should take that kind of crap. You and Bobby can stay here for a while, if you like. I have an extra room you can use. Or, I can help you get a room someplace. I have a friend who owns a motel. It’s not in the best part of town, but it’s cheap, and it’ll be safer than your place. But first, have you had dinner?”

“No. We left as soon as Rob fell asleep.” She replied.

“Then you two relax and let me fix you something.” About 20 minutes later, I served them cheeseburgers and fries.

Shortly after dinner, I turned on some TV cartoons for Bobby. Melanie and I went to the kitchen. We talked at length about her short and long-term options. She said she knew she could never go back to Rob.

Bobby was soon fast asleep on my living room floor.

“It looks like Bobby has decided to stay here. How about you?” I asked.

“I’d like to stay here a little while, if you don’t mind. I promise to stay out of your way. I can’t pay much in rent, but I can cook and clean if you’ll let me.” She said.

“You can stay as long as you need to. Don’t worry about being in my way or doing anything to pay for your stay.” I then gathered sheets, blankets, and pillows to make them a place to sleep in my spare bedroom. There was no bed in the room, but with several blankets and a carpeted floor under them, Bobby and Melanie soon had a fairly comfortable ‘bed’ to sleep on.

Melanie carried Bobby to their room while I moved her car to the back yard. That way, it could not be seen from the street. Melanie didn’t want Rob, or any of his friends, spotting it. After moving her car, I brought their small suitcases with me when I went back inside.

Melanie and I then sat on opposite ends of the couch, sipped tea, and talked for several hours. Her tears had dried, and she was beginning to relax. However, the stress of her day had taken its toll. She was exhausted. She apologized when she started yawning. She agreed when I suggested she take a hot shower and go to bed. We could continue our talk in the morning.

As I cleaned the kitchen, Melanie disappeared into the bathroom. A short time later, she went to her room.

When Melanie left the bathroom, I took a quick shower and went to bed as well. I didn’t sleep easily. In my mind’s eye, I kept seeing the cute girl and little boy I had given a ride to. Then that picture would quickly be replaced by one of the bruised little gal that had shown up in my drive a few hours ago.

I heard Melanie get up several times that night. I guess she couldn’t sleep very well either. The stress she was under apparently wouldn’t let her relax.

The next day, Mel went to the police and filed a domestic violence complaint against Rob. Then she went to the courthouse and had a temporary restraining order placed against him. When she returned from court late that afternoon, she found I had made room for her car next to mine in the garage.

I ordered a pizza and popped a cartoon movie into the VCR for Bobby. Melanie and I shared part of a bottle of wine and chatted as we ate the pizza.

Bobby must have been starving. He ate nearly half the pizza by himself. He sure was cute with his face covered in pizza sauce. His sauce covered face was a match for his red hair. Bobby giggled when I teased him about his wearing more pizza than he had eaten.

After Melanie gave him a bath, Bobby settled in to finish watching his movie. Like the previous night, he dozed off on the living room floor. Mel again carried him to bed.

After talking for an hour or so, Mel and I were getting tired as well. She took her shower and joined Bobby. Then I took a shower and went to bed too.

Just as I was about to doze off, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.

“Come in.” I called out.

The door slowly opened. I looked up to see Melanie standing in the doorway. She was using a long, white, T-shirt as a nightgown. It came down several inches past her hips, so she was well covered. Luckily for me, the hallway light behind her was silhouetting her oh so petite body through her nightshirt.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“I’ve tried, but I just can’t go to sleep. Would you mind holding me for just a little while?”

How could I refuse such a pitiful but enticing young girl? Without saying a word, I flipped my bed sheet back and held my arms out to her.

Melanie softly walked across my room and climbed into bed. She snuggled in between my arms. Facing me, she cuddled up close. I firmly, but gently, pulled her to my chest. She put her head on my shoulder and snuggled into my neck. Her left arm was draped over my chest and her right arm folded between us.

I placed my left arm under her head and neck and held her close. With my right hand, I caressed the back of her head.

“Thank you so much. I don’t know what we would have done if you hadn’t helped us out.” She then kissed my neck.

“Shhhhhh. It’s OK. You’re safe here. No one will hurt you. Go to sleep now.” I whispered, as I softly kissed her forehead.

Melanie still didn’t go to sleep. She quietly sobbed into my shoulder and continued to kiss my neck while she let her left hand came around and begin rubbing my chest.

I continued telling her she’d be all right and stroked the back of her head. I gently kissed her bruised eye and cheek.

Slowly, Mel turned her face up toward mine. Our lips met in the most tender of kisses I have ever enjoyed. I couldn’t press her lips very hard. I was afraid of hurting her swollen lower lip. As our kiss lingered, it became more and more passionate. When I probed her lips with my tongue, she opened her mouth and sucked it in. Our tongues fought a mock duel.

I slowly moved my hand that had been stroking her head down her back. I messaged her back while moving my hand lower and lower. I soon had a hand full of Mel’s cute little ass. Given her petite size, my hand nearly covered her entire left cheek. A firm squeeze brought a deep sigh from Melanie.

Melanie let her left hand slide from my chest and down my belly. She tentatively reached down and wrapped her fingers around my semi-erect cock.

I then moved my hand from her ass, up under her shirt, and slowly moved it toward her chest.

Suddenly, Melanie tensed, leaned her chest into me, and begged. “Please don’t! Rob says I don’t have any tits.”

“That’s OK, Mel. I think you’re beautiful whether you have tits or not.” I told her.

“Really? You really think I’m beautiful? Even if I don’t have tits, you think I’m beautiful?” Melanie seemed surprise a man could find her attractive, let alone beautiful.

Holding her firmly to my chest again, I softly told her. “Mel, you have a great little body. I don’t care if you have tits or not.”

“You really think I have a good body?”

“Yes!” I paused and then asked. “Would you do me a favor, Mel?” I asked.

“Of course I’ll do almost anything for you. What
would you like me to do?” She asked.

“Get up and take off your shirt and panties. I want to have a good look at you. Please.”

With just a brief hesitation, Mel took her hand off my cock, and slowly got out of bed.

I turned a small bedside light on. I wanted a good look at the sweet little body that had come to my bed. I could tell Mel was nervous. So, to encourage her, I quietly told her. “It’ll be OK, Honey. Take your time. You have nothing to fear or be ashamed of.”

Slowly, Mel pushed her white panties off her hips and let them fall to the floor. She was more embarrassed by her extremely small breasts than she was of showing me her pussy. She then took the bottom of her shirt and began pulling it up her slender body. She quickly proved the hair on her head was natural. Her pubic bush was just a little darker shade of red than the hair above. As she continued to pull her top up, she revealed smoothly rounded hips and a flat belly. Again, she hesitated, before quickly pulling her top over her head and throwing it into the corner of the room.

Mel then looked like a little doll standing before me. She stood completely naked with her arms hanging to her sides. Melanie was truly a beautiful girl. She would only get better as her bruises healed.

It was also true she had very little in the way of tits. Her breasts were of the fried egg variety. They created only a slight rise above her ribs. She had an absolutely fantastic set of nipples, though. Her areolas were over an inch and a half in diameter, and her nipples stood out from her chest like pencil erasers. They were at least a quarter inch long.

“Turn for me, Baby.” I requested.

She slowly turned around. Her ass was small, tight, and very nicely rounded.

“Wow! Baby, you really are beautiful. I can’t wait to suck on those nipples and squeeze that ass.” I told her. “Now, get back in here.”

Through the pain of her swollen lip, Mel began smiling broadly as she nearly jumped back into my bed. “You really think I’m beautiful?

Yes, Baby! I sure do. Rob is a blind idiot if he can’t see how pretty you are.”

Mel scooted tightly up to me and, without the least hesitation, grabbed my cock and started slowly stroking it to a full erection. She carefully kissed my mouth as passionately as she could without hurting her lip too much.

I grabbed her ass, squeezed firmly, and pulled her body up. Using her ass as a handle, I pulled Mel up until I could get my mouth on her left nipple. As short as she was, she couldn’t continue to reach my cock when I pulled her body up. So, she used her hands to pull my mouth tightly to her chest. She was moaning as she pulled my head to her chest.

I sucked her nipple firmly into my mouth. As I alternated between her nipples, I sucked harder and harder on them. Each of her nipples grew larger. In no time, they were nearly half an inch long and hard as little stones. I rolled her onto her back and continued to divide my attention between her nipples. They were both standing hard and proud.

Mel was rocking her head back and forth while she held my head to her chest. Softly, she cooed. “Oh yes! Suck my tits, John. Suck ‘em hard.”

I was more than happy to comply with her request.

While sucking one nipple, and pinching the other, I let my free hand slide down her flat belly to her pussy. I gave her pubic bush a few gentle strokes before letting my hand trail down between her slightly spread legs. With my finger, I gave her one slow stroke that stopped with an ever so light brush of her clit.

Mel’s legs practically flew apart. “Oh God!” She gasped. A few more strokes like that, and Mel was breathing rapidly, arching her back, and thrusting her ass off the bed.

As she lowered her hips, I left her nipples and kissed my way down her body. She immediately began twisting and pinching her nipples herself. I ended my journey down Mel’s body when I was lying between her widely spread legs.

In a short time, I had replaced the finger stroking her pussy with my tongue. A pussy-lip parting lick again brought her hips off the bed. After several more licks like that, I settled my lips on her clit and began gently licking and sucking that sensitive little morsel. I slowly increased the suction, while watching Mel’s face and hands.

Mel was loudly moaning. Her head was rolling back and forth. She was pinching her nipples very hard and pulling them outward from her chest. Her pussy was dripping wet. I released her clit and inserted my tongue into her love hole as deeply as I could.

Mel released her nipples, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face as tightly as she could into her pussy. As she ground her pussy onto my face, she begged with a desperate gasp. “Will you please fuck me? Now!”

“No! I’m not going to fuck you. I’m going to make love to you.” I replied.

“Oh yes, John. Do what ever you want to me.” She sounded as if she was near tears again.

Kissing my way up her little body, I found it somewhat difficult to put my cock into Mel’s pussy and still be able to kiss her lips. I’m not that tall, but she was so tiny. Sucking a nipple while my cock stayed in her pussy was impossible in the male dominant missionary position.

Wrapping my arms around her, I said to her. “Come here, Baby.” I then rolled us over so she was prone on top of me. I took her under her arms and lifted her to a sitting position over my hips. As I lifted her, Mel folded her legs so her knees were alongside my body. She reached between her legs and held my cock. As I lowered her, she aimed my cock into her pussy.

Mel then took control. Kneeling over me, she took my hands from her sides and placed them on her little tits. I quickly began pinching, pulling, and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

After making a few minor adjustments to her position, Mel lowered her body until she had my cock’s head entering her tight pussy. “Pinch my tits, Honey.” She told me.

When I pinched her nipples and firmly squeezed her small breasts, Mel sat down. She had fully impaled her hungry pussy on my cock. She had one of the tightest pussies I’d ever been in.

From that point on, I was just along for the ride. She rode me hard and fast. In rapid succession, Mel repeatedly lifted her pussy up and slammed it back down on my hard cock.

In a short time, I was about ready to cum. Though I knew it was hopeless, I did my best to hold off the inevitable. I wanted Mel to get all she could from our night together. I also wanted to stay in that tight little pussy and enjoy the ride as long as I could. Damn, that little gal liked to fuck.

Then, just as I began to lose control, and felt the undeniable urges of my balls to let go, Mel pitched forward to lie on my chest.

She cried out. “I’m cuuummmmmming!” She quickly bounced right back up to her sitting position, raised up, slammed her pussy down on my cock, and ground her clit onto my pelvis.

I reached down, grabbed her by her hips, and held her cunt down on my cock as tightly as I could. I told her. “So am I, Baby.” I held her tightly as I lifted my hips and pumped my load of cum deep into her hungry hole.

As our orgasms subsided, Mel fell forward onto my chest again. I wrapped my arms around her and held her snugly to me. “Oh Baby, you are one hell of a fuck. You’ve about worn me out.”

“Me too.” Mel said breathlessly. “It’s been years since I’ve gotten off like that. I hope we can do that again real soon.”

“So do I, Mel. So do I.”

As Mel lay on my chest, my softening cock still in her leaking pussy, she started to doze off. I softly asked her. “Honey, do you think you ought to go back in with Bobby? We don’t want him to wake up and wonder where Mommy is.”

“It’ll be OK.” Mel said. “He used to sleeping by himself. Besides, he may have to get used to it. If you don’t mind, can we stay here for a while?”

“Mind? Why would I mind having a beautiful girl like you and a cute kid like Bobby staying with me? I have just one question.”

“What’s that?” She asked.

“Do I need to buy a twin or double bed for the spare room?”

As a broad smile spread over Little Mel’s face, she kissed my lips, hugged me, and snuggled close to my neck. She kissed my neck and whispered into my ear. “Just a twin, I think.”

We both slept soundly through the rest of night.

The next day, accompanied by a police officer, Melanie retrieved the rest of her and Bobby’s clothes from her old home. As she returned to my place and pulled into the drive, I greeted her with a hug, a kiss, and said. “Welcome home, Honey.”

Little Mel smiled broadly and returned the hug and kiss. As Bobby ran into the house, she whispered. “Are you up for another round tonight?”

I pulled her close, discreetly gave a nipple a little tweak, and replied. “Silly girl, what do you think?”
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