Kathlen Meets Young Felicia

by Single Mom

NOTE: For those of you waiting for part 2 of Kaitlyn. I started this story some time ago, and decided to finish it before getting back to Kaitlyn.

She was about ten years old, red hair, and beautiful green eyes. She was seated at a picnic table, and I was sitting on a nearby park bench. I watched her face as her right hand began to move slowly under the picnic table. Her expression began to change, her eyes went wide and glazed, her mouth dropped open, and her lower lip began to tremble as the pace of her right hand increased. My eyes were a laser beam, riveted to her contorted face, and an unspoken, but understood message of acknowledgment passed between us.

Her breathing and heart rate increased. The pupils of her eyes dilated; the lips of her mouth darkened, and I knew that her areola were becoming dark, that her tiny nipples were becoming erect, that her clitoris was becoming a hard peanut, peeking out from her small clitoral hood. Watching a ten year old girl in the throes of an orgasm was the most erotic sight I've ever witnessed.

Suddenly, she slumped in her seat, satiated, trembling and weak. The knowledge that I was watching her probably doubled the strength of her orgasm. My first thought was how often did she do this, and why was I so turned on by it?

She reached under the table and I could tell by the way she moved that she was tugging her panties up, and pulling her skirt down. She then got up from the table and walked past me on her way out of the park. As she passed my bench, she looked over at me and said, "See ya tomorrow, ok?"

I spent a restless night, tossing and turning, wondering what would make a mere child masturbate in public. Was she doing it for me, or would she have done it for anyone who might be sitting there? And what if tomorrow my bench was occupied? What if tomorrow she wasn't there?

I suddenly felt ridiculous, completely devoid of good sense. A 30 year old paralegal who came in contact with kids every day, and here I was, fantasizing about this child that I had only seen for fifteen minutes at most.

Subconsciously, my right hand slipped under the covers and moved down to the coarse hair at the joining of my legs. My middle finger found a throbbing clitoris at the top of slippery labia. I placed my thumb and pointing finger on either side of the clitoral hood and began to stroke it slowly, coaxing my clitoris out from it's hiding place. My nipples were now as long and stiff as new pencil erasers, and I began to pinch, twist and pull on them, right up to that thin line that separates pleasure from pain. With legs stiff and buttocks clenched, I felt the orgasm start in the pit of my stomach and move slowly down to my vagina where it squirted out of my urethra as a thick stream of female ejaculate.

A wave of disappointment descended over me like a wet blanket when I arrived at the park and discovered that she wasn't there. I was sure that this was the right bench and the right picnic table. Just to be sure, I walked around the small park, looking for her. Perhaps she went to the wrong picnic table. The time was approximately the same time that she was here yesterday, so I chastised myself for not asking her precisely what time she would be here today.

I returned to the park bench to wait a little longer, hoping that she was simply running late. Seconds ticked into minutes and then I became involved in a little self-criticism. What was I doing here? The only reasonable explanation was that I had lost my mind. She was a beautiful young girl, and I was a grown woman, and here I was, waiting for her to come and masturbate for me.

"Hi."

My heart leaped to my throat. It was her, standing behind the park bench. I was expecting her to go to her table and sit down, but she came around the bench and sat next to me.

"You live around here?" she asked.

"Not far."

"Where?" she asked.

"The Medport apartments," I told her after some hesitation.

"They ain't far. You wanna go there?"

I had already told her where I lived, but was I willing to take her there? "What do you want to do there?" I asked.

"Anything you want."

"And what is anything I want, going to cost me?"

"Hey lady, I ain't no fuckin' whore. Do ya wanna go or not." She shook a cigarette lose from a pack and lit it, then blew a stream of smoke skyward.

"Do you do this often?" I asked.

"If I did it often, I would be doin' it now, not sittin in the fuckin' park friggin' myself."

She was obviously from the wrong side of the tracks, so to speak, and wise beyond her years. Perhaps too wise for me. I had practiced celibacy since my divorce a year ago, and perhaps if I hadn't, I wouldn't be on the brink of making a fool of myself with a ten year old child. I needed to get a life, to find a man who would fuck my brains out. Perhaps then I wouldn't be sitting here fantasizing about this child. If I took her to my apartment, I was going to do more then watch her masturbate, as erotic as that was.

"Have you ever had sex with a girl or woman?" I asked her.

"Nope."

"With a boy or man?"

"Nope."

"So why did you pick me out? There must be dozens of people who come to this park every day."

"Because I watched your face when you was watchin' me, and I could tell that you're hot!"

I got up from the bench, took her hand, and walked her to my apartment.

I closed the door behind us and locked the dead bolt. The sound of the dead bolt closing caused an immediate change in her appearance and demeanor. She was suddenly a little girl with a frightened look on her face.

"Honey, you don't have to do this, you know. You can leave whenever you like."

"I wanna' do it," she insisted. "I wanna' be a big girl."

I decided to take it slowly and give her a chance to change her mind. I had her sit on the couch while I got us both something to drink. "Do you want a Coke, or a 7-Up?"

"Ain't you got no beer?"

I was about to tell her that she was too young for beer, and then I remembered why she was here, so I opened two cans of beer, put them on the coffee table and sat down next to her. "So, why don't we start by telling me your name," I said, trying to break the ice.

"Felisha," she told me. "It means happy."

"Well hello, happy Felisha, my name is Kathleen, and I'm happy too."

She giggled. "You're happy `cuz we're gonna fuck, right?"

"Do you want to fuck?" I asked, getting excited now.

"Yeah."

"Well how do two girls fuck?" I asked, just to see if she knew what girls did when they made love.

"They kiss, suck on titties, and lick pussies."

"Well if you never had sex with a girl, how do you know that?"

"`Cuz my mom's got movies, and I seen them. Did you ever do it with a girl?"

"No I haven't sweetie, but I've often fantasized about it."

"That's why you got so hot when I was friggin' myself, right?"

"Honey, making love means pleasing your partner, and you were obviously pleased when you saw me looking at you."

"Yeah, well you was kinda' pleased too," she said giggling again. "That's why I said, `see ya tomorrow`"

We sat there quietly drinking our beer. I was waiting for her to get a buzz on. How much beer could a ten year old drink? She finally broke the silence. "So are we gonna fuck?"

There was something exciting about hearing a ten year old say fuck. "We're going to fuck," I answered, but you have to be sure that that's what you want."

"That's what I want" she said. I wanna fuck."

I got up off the couch and led her to my bedroom. It was difficult to understand how a girl who could masturbate in public would be shy about getting undressed in front of me. But she was. She turned her back to me when she took off her sweat shirt, and pushed her shorts and panties down to the floor. She kicked off her shoes then covering her pubic area with two hands, she climbed up on the bed still wearing her socks.

I took off my blouse and bra, then put my thumbs under my waist band and shoved my skirt, panties and panty hose down to my feet. I turned my back to her and sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes and the bundle of cloths at my feet.

I felt her get up and knee walk to my back. she put her arms around me and started to play with my breast, paying special attention to my long and stiff nipples. "I like to get kissed when I get fucked, don't you?" I said.

"Uh-huh," she said. She moved to my side and puckered up her lips.

"No sweetheart, like this," I said, then kissed her and shoved my tongue between her lips.

It took her all of two seconds to figure out what to do, and she began sucking on my tongue. Then I sucked on hers, and we swapped spit and we chewed on each other's lips. She has a bee stung lower lip, and I could have bitten it off and swollowed it.

She was trembling when I placed her on hands and knees in the middle of the bed. I got behind her and spread her buttock cheeks with my thumbs. The instant my tongue touched her rectum, she dropped down on her head and shoulders, her buttocks still in the air, presenting her pudendum to me to do as I pleased, and I pleased to lick, suck and chew on every inch of her. I sucked on her labia as it swelled with engorged blood, slick and slippery with her juices. I reached under her and found her small clitoris, stroked and rubbed it untill it peeked out from under it's protective hood.

She began to moan softly, her thighs trembling as she rocked back and forth, pressing her wet pussy into my face and hungry tongue. Her moans turned to tearful cries and low sobs as her she tossed her head from side to side before her thighs gave out and she sank exhausted to the bed.

I dropped to the bed next to her, my thighs drenched with my own fluids and juices. I turned her to face me, pulled her close to me and held her tight, her small, half plum size breast pressed against my own 36-C breast.

In the cold light of passion spent, there came a stark realization of what I had just done, and it caused a slight tremor to run through my body. As a Paralegal, I was well aware of the risk I was taking, and I didn't care.

She stirred in my arms, half asleep, and she kissed me. "I love you Kathleen," she whispered.