Fulfillment Was Close at Hand

She raised her butt off the bed and Harlan leaned back, grasped the waistband, and pulled her pantyhose down over her slender hips. Stopping her hands as Phyllis began to push down her sexy panties, Harlan playfully chided, "I'd like to unwrap my present myself, if you don't mind."

"Well, all right then, little boy," Phyllis giggled.

"Oooooh!" she caught herself, "I didn't mean ..."

"I know what you meant, little girl," Harlan laughed, moving back up the bed to silence her embarrassment with another deep kiss.

"Lorraine said this little girl was looking for a boy toy tonight," he thought."Well, that's just fine with me!"

Phyllis tugged at Harlan's shirt at the end of their long, long, tongue kiss. He quickly yanked it off and tossed it aside. "Now, where was I?" he said, running his hands down her petite body. "Oh yes, now I remember," he continued, upon reaching the bunched up pantyhose around her thighs. Phyllis giggled, raised her legs, and allowed Harlan to strip her pantyhose down to her ankles. He removed her stilettos, pulled off her pantyhose, and tossed them aside.

"You really are a beautiful little girl," Harlan said, sitting back to admire the redhead's near-naked body. "I hope your daddy doesn't find out about what I'm going to do to you."

"I'm not going to tell him!" Phyllis tittered girlishly.

"Now, for the last of the gift wrapping," Harlan said, tugging at her sexy, little panties.

Phyllis smiled coyly and lifted her butt off the bed again. Harlan tugged her panties down over her hips and stopped to admire her luxuriant, red bush.

"Yes, little boy, I'm a real redhead!" she giggled.

"There was never a doubt in my mind about that!" he breathed, taking in the tantalizing sight.

Mesmerized, but wanting to see more of Phyllis, Harlan quickly pulled her panties down her slender legs and off. Tossing the last of her clothing aside, he gently nudged her legs apart. "Wow!" he sighed, gazing down at her naked vulva. Harlan's cock turned to solid steel and his mouth watered, as he scrutinized the swollen, glistening inner lips poking through her scarlet muff.

"Stop staring!" she protested.

As he continued to gawk, Phyllis curled up her legs and modestly covered her crotch and breasts. Finally tearing his eyes away from her alluring sex, Harlan recognized the embarrassment on the woman's blushing face. Moving quickly back up the bed, he wrapped his arms around her and coaxed Phyllis to kiss him again.

"But, you're such a sexy little girl! I couldn't help but stare," Harlan explained, when they finally broke their long kiss.

"All right, I forgive you," Phyllis simpered girlishly. "But, it was embarrassing, the way you stared at me!"

"I couldn't help it," Harlan repeated. "You're so hot!" He silenced her giggles with another deep kiss and ran his hand leisurely down her trim body.

"Wow! Is she wet!" Harlan marveled, as he combed his fingertips through her red thatch and touched her naked pussy. Phyllis moaned softly and loosened her thighs, as he grazed her slit with his fingertips. She thrust her hips up to meet his hand, and he leisurely traced the outlines of her long inner labia.

Molding his hand to her vulva, Harlan pressed her sexy ass down on the bed and slowly rubbed up-and-down. Phyllis moaned and thrust her pussy against his palm. "Harder," she breathed. "Do it harder."

"Like this?" he whispered, rubbing the heel of his hand into her mound. At that point, Harlan knew exactly what Phyllis desired, but wanted to hear her to ask for it.

"Like this?" Harlan repeated, again massaging her moist pussy with his palm.

"Yes! Harder!"

"Like this?" he asked, pressing his hand firmly into her sex and running his thumb over her prominent clit.

"Yes! Like that! Just like that!"

Cupping her crotch, Harlan flicked his thumb vigorously back-and-forth across her wet, swollen bulb. "Like this, little girl?" he teased.

"Yes! Just like that! Just like that!" Phyllis groaned, thrusting up her hips to force her clit against his titillating thumb.

"This little girl likes a LOT of stimulation!" Harlan realized."Most women would be screaming if I were this rough with them."

"Yes! Oooooh! Yes! Yes!" Phyllis cried, trapping his fingers tightly against her damp mound with her hand. Bucking her hips off the bed, she closed her eyes, rolled her head from side-to-side, and moaned. Her chest and face flushed bright-red, and her rosy-pink nipples darkened and swelled up like bullets, as Phyllis roughly rubbed and pinched them. She heaved and gasped before, at last, loudly sighing and relaxing back against the pillows.

"Was it good for you, too?" Harlan teased, before kissing her parted lips.

"Yes, it was good," Phyllis breathed, focusing her lovely, green eyes and smiling lazily up at him. "Oh! I've been neglecting you!" she suddenly realized.

"That's all right," Harlan laughed. "There's no need to rush. I'm not going anywhere."

"And, look at me," Phyllis giggled, rolling on her side towards him. "I'm lying here completely naked and you're still half-dressed."

Gliding his hand over her flat stomach to her damp mound, Harlan whispered, "I am looking at you. And now I'm going to taste you."

Bending his head to her breasts, Harlan, ever so gently, took a swollen nipple between his lips. "Oh," she sighed, sinking back against the pillows and running her fingers lightly through his hair. "Oooooh!" Phyllis giggled girlishly, as he spread her thick inner pussy lips with his fingers and lightly skimmed her wet slit.

"You taste so good," Harlan sighed, lifting his head in search of her other teat. Laving her stiffening nipples, he savored the feel of her tiny Braille bumps against his probing tongue. Lifting his head to admire his work, Harlan brought his wet, probing fingers to his nose. "And you smell so nice too," he breathed, relishing the intimate fragrance of her sex on his fingertips.

"Oooooh! What are you doing?!"

"You smell really good! Musky. Very sexy."

"I can't believe you did that!"

"I did. And now I'm going to really taste you," he whispered, looking straight into her beautiful green eyes while touching his moist fingertips to his tongue. "Delicious," Harlan sighed, watching Phyllis stare open-mouthed up at him. "Truly delicious."

"W-what ..." she trailed off, wide-eyed and blushing.

"And you blush so many pretty shades of red," he teased.

"Oh! I can't believe you touched me there and licked your fingers! I can't believe you ..."

"I'm going to do more than that before the night is over," Harlan chucked, bending down to silence her protests with a kiss.

Holding her tight, they kissed and cuddled, until Phyllis giggled playfully, "You really enjoy shocking me, don't you? Admit it. You really do!"

"A little. I love to hear you squeal."

Struggling to sit up, Phyllis gayly threatened, "Well, I'm going to make you squeal!"

"Maybe later. I'm not through with you yet."

"And what are you going to do to me now?"

"Just relax and you'll find out," Harlan whispered, gently pushing Phyllis onto her back and nudging her silken thighs apart.

"I know what you're going to do," Phyllis giggled, watching and feeling him swabbing her erect nipple with his tongue.

"Yes, I'm going to taste you again," Harlan murmured, paying equal attention to her other rosy-pink crown. Working his way slowly down her lithe torso, he planted wet kisses from her perky, little breasts to the top of her luxuriant bush. "M'mm m'mm good!" he exhaled, after breathing in her womanly fragrance.

"Oh!" she tittered, as he smiled up at her.

"Intoxicating," he whispered, bending his head to press his nose into her curly foliage.

"Oooooh!" Phyllis moaned and closed her sleek thighs tight around his head.

Gently prying her legs apart, Harlan delved his tongue into her glistening womanhood. "Delicious!" he whispered. "Simply heavenly!"

Phyllis stared open-mouthed at Harlan's smiling face. "Just relax, little girl. I'm going to be down here for a while," he continued.

"Are you now?"

"Yes, I am."

Harlan ran his tongue slowly along her meaty inner lips, and Phyllis lifted her hips off the bed to meet him. He pushed his face deep into her succulent sex."She likes a LOT of stimulation!" Harlan was reminded, as she trapped his face between her legs again.

Lapping her wet cunt one last time, Harlan freed his head from her ensnaring thighs. He ran his thumb firmly between her thick nether lips up to her hooded clit. Phyllis moaned and covered his probing hand with her own, pressing his thumb still harder into her node. Shifting up the bed, he spread her knees apart with a forearm.

Eyes closed to mere slits, Phyllis groaned loudly as he ground his thumb forcefully into her plump clit."She definitely likes a LOT of stimulation!" Harlan realized, as Phyllis pressed her hand down hard on top of his. "Relax, little girl, I'll take good care of you," he soothed, rubbing his palm into her mound.

Phyllis took a breath and stared questioningly up at him. Harlan removed her hand and whispered, "Just relax. I think I know what you like."

"All right," she sighed, watching him intently.

Flicking his thumb steadily over her swollen clit, he slipped a finger inside her wet pussy. Phyllis sighed, pushed her mound into his hand, and clamped down on his digit, silently urging him to pleasure her further. Harlan quickly slid a second finger inside her tight slit and established a slow rhythm. Phyllis moaned softly and rocked herself steadily back-and-forth, keeping time with the cyclic pressure of his probing fingers.

Searching for her G-spot, Harlan inserted a third finger deep inside her. Phyllis lay back against the pillows, rolling her head from side-to-side and breathing fast. Methodically massaging her slippery cunt, Harlan watched Phyllis pinch and play with her nipples. Pressing forcefully enough to rock her entire body back-and-forth, he increased the length of his strokes.

Phyllis groaned loudly and bucked hard against Harlan's forward thrusts, forcing three fingers deep inside her pussy to the base of his thumb. Propping herself up on her elbows, Phyllis looked Harlan straight in the eye and thrust her pelvis into his hand.

"Just a moment," Harlan whispered. "I think I have some lube around here somewhere."

"All right," Phyllis whimpered, not wanting him to stop.

A bottle of lubricant was in a nearby drawer. Harlan quickly opening the container and poured some of the slippery liquid onto his fingers.

"Back again," he murmured, moving between her legs and liberally swabbing her swollen nether lips with the lube. Eager for his touch, Phyllis pushed her hungry loins against his hand. Harlan smiled and eased his three slippery fingers back inside her demanding cunt. Her eyelids fluttered at his penetration. Throwing back her head, Phyllis groaned, reveling in the sensation.

Harlan steadily pistoned his fingers in-and-out of her, grinding his thumb against her engorged clit. Eyes refocused and rocking back-and-forth with his rhythm, Phyllis watched him intently. Slowing to a halt as her breathing quickened, He pulled his three long fingers almost completely out of her slit and studied her face. "Don't stop," she pleaded.

"Just relax. I'll take good care of you, little girl," Harlan whispered. Extending his little finger alongside the other three, he unhurriedly pushed his four slippery fingertips inside of her. Pressing down on her clit with his thumb, Harlan slid his four slick fingers still deeper into her unsatisfied pussy.

"Oooooh!" Phyllis groaned, when the base of Harlan's thumb bumped her swollen clit.

"Oh!" she blurted, embarrassed by her loudness.

"Relax, little girl. It's all right," Harlan whispered. "This place is soundproof, remember? Make all the noise you want."

"A-are you sure?" Phyllis stared uncertainly.

"Yes, I'm sure. Just relax and enjoy. No one can hear us. I promise."

"Oh!" she breathed in relief, as Harlan resumed his rhythmic ministrations.

Phyllis groaned loudly, while Harlan pistoned his four fingers in-and-out of her slippery pussy. Pulling nearly all the way out, he folded his thumb into his extended fingers, forming a tight spear point. Slowly, steadily, he pushed his slippery fingers deep into her slit, until the base of his thumb bumped her entrance.

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" Phyllis groaned, head thrown back, as he languidly twisted his fingers around inside of her. Harlan pried the walls of her cunt wide apart with his motions. "That's it! That's it!" Phyllis breathed, encouraging him to repeatedly plunge his fingers deep into her hungry hole.

Grasping Harlan's wrist, she arched her pelvis off the bed and pulled his hand forcefully into her sex. Clutching him tightly, Phyllis convulsed, spasmed, and screamed at the top of her lungs. The walls of her slippery cunt contracted with her throes, trapping Harlan's extended fingers deep inside of her. Thrashing about wildly, Phyllis groaned gutturally and flopped back down on the bed. To Harlan's amazement, his entire hand slid easily into her relaxed pussy.

Phyllis languidly stirred and propped herself up on her elbows, while Harlan stared speechlessly down at his buried wrist. "Omigawd!" she blanched, her eyes focused on Harlan's forearm.

Her cunt clamped down hard on his hand like a vise, and she scooted back in panic. "Oooooh!" Phyllis wailed, helplessly flailing her legs in the air when the bed's iron headboard blocked her escape.

Her vagina's viselike grip held Harlan fast, thwarting his tentative efforts to extract his hand. In shock, they stared at each other. "W-what? How ..." Phyllis babbled, sweat beading her forehead.

"Does it hurt?"

"No! It doesn't hurt! But ... but ..."

"Then don't panic," Harlan said in relief. "Just try to relax.""How am I going to get my hand out of her pussy without hurting her?!" he kept himself from saying aloud.

"Just try to relax," he repeated, not really knowing what to do next.

"That's easy for you to say! You don't have a hand stuck in your ... your ..."

"I know. I know," Harlan soothed. "Listen, we'll do this very slowly. All right? Just try to relax."

"I don't believe this," Phyllis moaned, her flush body slumping back against the pillows. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be embarrassed. It's my fault this happened."

"You must think I'm such a skanky slut!"

"No, I don't. Now just relax, little girl. We'll do this very slowly."

Propping herself up on her elbows, Phyllis pleaded, "You're not going to tell anyone about this, are you? Please promise me you won't tell Lorraine about this."

"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone about this! It's between the two of us, I promise. I don't kiss and tell. Lorraine told you that," Harlan reminded Phyllis, lightly brushing her sweaty curls away from her eyes with his free hand.

"Oh, this is so embarrassing!" Phyllis moaned, falling back on the bed.

"I can understand that," Harlan thought."But lying there moaning about it isn't helping things any." "This is an unusual first date," he said aloud.

"Unusual?! Unusual?! I'm mortified!"

"Don't be embarrassed, Phyllis. I was having fun too. I love watching you get off while I play with you."

"Play with me?! Is that what you call this?!"

"Yes. What do you call it?" Harlan patiently asked, silently praying she would calm down. He scrutinized Phyllis while she agonized over their predicament."I've seen porn starlets do this to each other in skin flicks. But, I never imagined a tiny woman like Phyllis could take my whole hand up her pussy!" he marveled."My hand is soaking wet and hot from her juices. My gawd! And, I can smell her pussy at my arm's length."

Phyllis closed her eyes and unconsciously ran her hands over her sweaty chest. Her breathing steadied and a dreamy smile slowly appeared on her face. Her rosy-pink nipples stiffened noticeably and she sighed loudly. Phyllis propped herself back up on her elbows, brushed the damp hair away from her eyes, and looked sheepishly up at Harlan. "I'm sorry, but I've never ... I've never ..."

"That's all right. Are you sure it doesn't hurt."

"No, it doesn't hurt." Phyllis blushed and whispered, "I feel so full."

"I can understand that!" Harlan thought, not really knowing how to respond.

Eyes pleading, Phyllis touched Harlan's trapped forearm and continued, "Actually, it feels kind of nice."

"Really?!"

"Yes, it does."

"Well ... that's good," Harlan breathed. "If you just lie back and relax, I'm sure it will slip right out."

"All right," Phyllis sighed, lying back against the pillows.

Attempting to shift to a more comfortable position, Harlan slowly turned his captured hand. "Oh, that felt nice," Phyllis breathed, her eyes locking on Harlan's.

Harlan stared back at her and whispered, "It didn't hurt?"

"No, it felt very nice," she whimpered.

"Should I do it again?"

"Yes. Do it again. Do it very slowly."

Ever so slowly, Harlan rotated his hand within her slippery cunt. "Ooooou! I've never felt anything like this!" Phyllis whispered, her eyes focused intently on Harlan.

"I believe you!" Harlan thought, his loose fingers lightly brushing her cervix.

Harlan stopped and slowly rotated his hand in the opposite direction. "Oooooooooou, that's so good!" Phyllis exhaled.

Thick, wet, blood-engorged petals engulfed Harlan's impaling wrist."How can she take this?!" he wondered."She's got my whole hand in her pussy! And, she's such a tiny woman!"

"Don't stop," she begged. "That feels so good."

Shaken from his consternation, Harlan slowly swiveled his hand again. "Oh, I feel so full," Phyllis breathed, sliding her body down to take even more of his forearm deep inside her slit. "Don't stop. That feels so good."

"Like this?" Harlan whispered, languidly turning his hand from side-to-side.

"A little more," she grunted, grasping his forearm to pull his hand still deeper into her hungry snatch and pinching her nipples with her other hand.

"Like this?" he questioned, making a loose fist and gently pressing his knuckles into the floor of her cunt.

"A little more," Phyllis groaned, squirming on his captive hand.

"Like this?" Harlan asked, tentatively pumping his hand back-and-forth and twisting it from side-to-side.

"Yes, that's really good!" Phyllis chirped, her wide eyes locked on his.

"And this?" Harlan inquired, pistoning his hand to gently rock her entire body back-and-forth.

"Ooooou! Yes, that's good! That's really good!"

Briskly thrusting his fist in-and-out of her slit, Harlan pushed her forward with his bottoming knuckles and pulled her petite body back with the wide heel of his hand. Groaning loudly, her body writhed and thrashed uncontrollably. Suddenly, Phyllis threw back her head and screamed. She convulsed and her cunt clamped down hard on Harlan's fist. Her face and torso turned bright crimson-red as she squirmed and groaned, her nipples stiffening into bullets on her heaving breasts.

"O-h m-y g-a-w-d! O-h m-y g-a-w-d!" she shrieked. Spasm after spasm wracked her sweat-soaked body, her pussy clenching and unclenching around Harlan's buried hand. "Ooooooooooh!" Phyllis groaned and slumped back against the pillows. Looking up at Harlan, she said, "That was good! That was really good!"

"I thought so, little girl," Harlan teased, smiling down at her. "Now, just lie back and relax while I do this."

Loosening his fist, he slowly pulled back. "Not so fast," Phyllis sighed, gripping Harlan's wrist with her cunt, as he attempted to gently extract his captured hand. "Just wait a little while."

"It doesn't hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt at all. I just want you to wait a little while," Phyllis giggled playfully, propping herself back up on her elbows.