Oh boy.

Oh boy, oh boy.

And that boy was Thomas. :-)

Precious, darling boy.

And what a fuck.

I think he's learned a thing or two. Must have been my expert tutelage the other week. Either that or he's been practicising, the little slut. :-) Oh, my little toyboy Thomas, what a good boy he was.

He came for me three times. Once in my mouth, once in my pussy and once in my hand. Don't you just love little boys' stamina? And when he was all drained he fell asleep with his mouth on my breast, sucking my nipple. Ah, bless...

"I'm on heat," Tess said as we walked up the High Street towards Walkabout.

"Me too."

"If I don't get a man tonight I'll explode."

"Tess, if you can't get a man tonight, the world'll explode. I've never known you fail yet, sister."

"Well, look who it is," she said, a huge grin on her face. Walking down the High Street was a group of four lads, one of whom I instantly recognised as Thomas, my toyboy stud from two weeks ago. And on the left was the warty one that Tess pulled.

"Ha! See! We haven't even got in there yet, and you've pulled already, girl," I replied, laughing.

""Well he'll do as first reserve. I'd like someone a bit less like Oliver Cromwell tonight, though."

"Getting picky, now?"

"Always picky, darling. Life's too short to waste on useless cock."

"My mother never told me that one."

"Funny that. Evening boys, ready for some fun?" We congregated at the entrance to Walkabout and warily negotiated the bouncers, our ears quickly becoming accustomed to the savage wall of noise as we stepped through the double doors into the bar. Before I was even fully aware of his presence beside me, Thomas had his hand in mine. Slick manoeuvre. Marks for front, at least.

He yelled something in my ear.

"What?"

"Really missed you."

"Yeah, that'll be why you didn't call. What? WHAT?"

"Didn't know your number."

"Phone books. Useful things."

"Don't know your name."

Ah. The romance of modern relationships. Not that I knew his name either.

"Hadley."

"Hadley? What kind of name's that?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's weird. Like a second name."

"It is my second name."

"What's your first name?"

Christ, he didn't even know that. I have to admit, I felt a little ashamed by that.

"Molly. Nice to meet you."

"Thomas."

"I know. Giz a kiss, Thomas. We're gonna fuck later..."

So did I do any of str8guy's flashing? Not much, to be honest. My mind was elsewhere... :-) But my dancing did get pretty raunchy, so I guess the two of us put on a good show. I placed his hand on my tit a few times and had him grope me as we danced around, and towards the end, when the bacardi breezers were flowing, I stuck his hands on my arse and danced against them, deliberately pressing hard against his palms and buckling my legs so that as I lowered myself he kept my skirt in place. It was a shortish mini, anyway, so I'm fairly sure that at some stage I was flashing my cream knickers for all to see. Well, it's better than nothing 3;

By the end, when the dancefloor was full and dark and nobody could see anything, I dispensed with subterfuge altogether and just guided his hand under my skirt. He quickly got in the swing, and as we snogged he slid his hand under my panties and stretched it out over my backside, fingers sliding down my crack. If he'd touched my front (if only...) he'd have found me soaking.

And I tell you what, he really is a toyboy. I thought he was early twenties, but I asked him what age he was. "Eighteen," he replied! God, I felt like a cradlesnatcher. No wonder he's got so much bloody energy... So here I am, 28 years old and fucking a teenager. It's a hard life.

Certainly hard for 18 year old boys. His damned prick never goes soft.

We left early - I couldn't stand it any longer. I almost raped him in the taxi and I guess we were lucky not to mow someone over, given how little the driver seemed to be watching the road. I got him home and fixed a gin and tonic, stripping as I did so. By the time I joined him in the living room I was naked and he grinned broadly as I plonked down beside him.

"Missed this?" I asked.

"Too right. Haven't thought about anything else, since."

"Oh, poor tiger. Have you been all frustrated?"

"I've had a two week boner."

"Poor baby. Let's see. Hmm, don't know about two weeks, but it's definitely several inches." It actually wasn't that big, but I always find it's much better to pride their prick than prick their pride. I slid to the floor beneath him and began to unzip his Calvin Kleins. His prick, encased in black boxers, sprung clear and I gripped my hand round it. Tugging at jeans and boxers, I yanked them to his ankles and slid them off, and settled my arms on his thighs.

"Now then, come to momma," I said as I slid his prick into my mouth. It was heaven. He was so hot, and I could feel him throbbing. I rolled my tongue against his glans, already tasting his pre-cum, and began to wank him as I sucked hard. He started squirming, and I knew he wanted me to stop before he came, but I also knew from previous experience that it didn't matter if he did, because he would soon be up again. So instead of stopping I wanked and sucked harder, sliding his entire length into my mouth and pressing my face into his abdomen. I tickled his balls and began to drag my nails up and down between his balls and arse, which I remembered he loved the time before. Sure enough, with my tickling fingers, wanking hand and vacuuming mouth he had no chance, and within thirty seconds he was gasping and bucking and I felt four, five, six strong jets of come spurt into my mouth. He may have been small dicked, but he came in buckets. I slowed down, still relishing the mouthful of come I'd earned, then rocked back onto my heels and ostentatiously swallowed it for him.

"Mmmm," I said. "I hope there's more where that came from."

Happily there was. We adjourned to bed and I stroked him till he was hard again - oh, forty-five seconds at least - while he sucked my tits and his hands wandered anarchically over my body. I jumped on top and slid him into me, feeling his dick graze painfully against my walls until it settled into position and lubricated itself with my juices. I love fucking like this. I don't have big tits, but they look at their best from below, so I love having a guy beneath me, looking up at them. Clearly, it worked for him too, as he stretched towards me and began to massage them, twisting the nipples gently between thumbs and forefingers. I ground on top of him, sliding back and forward as much as up and down, feeling his dick probe inside me.

Falling forward, I grabbed his hands and pushed them above his head, as though holding him prisoner. Arching my back, I slid my breasts over his face, letting them fall within his reach, delighting as he flicked his tongue out, trying to reach them, trying to lick me. After teasing him for some moments, I let my nipple slide into his mouth and he began to chew and suck softly. Already, waves of passion were swirling around my abdomen and womb, and I stretched my legs wide, flattening myself onto him, forcing his dick deep inside me. By now I was merely moving my pelvis, sliding up and down, but the movement was enough to generate some blistering pulses of sexual energy.

We fucked like this for maybe five minutes - maybe ten, who can tell - and I was getting hotter and hotter, literally and sexually. "D'you wanna come?" I said.

"Yeah," he replied, breathlessly.

"How do you want me?"

"From behind."

"Oh good, I hoped you'd say that."

I slid off him and threw myself onto my stomach, while he rolled onto his knees at the foot of the bed. I lay flat and raised my bum towards him and he groped at my cheeks, pulling them apart, providing himself with access. Just as he had last time, he prodded at my rear entrance.

"Hoi," I yelled. "Not on a second date either, mate."

"Third?"

"Maybe."

"I'm taking that as a yes." He grunted as he slid himself into me and I gurgled with delight as that wonderful, full feeling erupted within me once more. I knew he was close to coming, and I worked on him with my pelvic muscles, rippling them in time to his thrusts. Flattening myself against the bed, I encouraged him to spear down on me as he had the previous time, and he took the hint. Once more I was overtaken by gargantuan pre-climactic waves as his dick explored deep inside me, sliding from side to side and deep, deep down. He took my hands and stretched them, so my arms were spread wide and I tensed as he held me like that, trapped beneath him. His breathing was shallow and heavy, his thrusts getting shorter and faster.

"Yes, yes," I yelled. "Fuck me, fuck me, make me come. Ram your cock inside me, fill me, fuck me." He grunted, his hands gripped painfully around mine, and for an instant he tensed at the top of his stroke, before thrusting hard and fast into me, yelling as he did, and I felt a jet of spunk explode inside me, then another and another. He continued to thrust into me, gradually slowing, gradually shortening his length, until finally he came to a halt and rested, his body flat against mine.

"Mmm, tiger, you're getting better and better."

"Good teacher."

"Hmm, I could be your teacher, as well. You have left school, haven't you?"

"Not for another three weeks, no."

"You're kidding?"

"No."

I was too immersed in lust to care at that moment. "Well, in that case, you naughty boy, you'd better call me Miss."

"Yes, Miss."