Keith catches the last train to Swansea to see his girlfriend and
is in for a pleasant surprise when he knocks on her mother’s
front door.


“Last Train to Swansea”
By knobbie
Copyright © 2004 by knobbieknobbs.


The worst thing about visiting Amy was her mother.

She lived opposite, and invariably Amy was over there when Keith
arrived. He’d knock on Amy’s door, get no answer, and then trudge
across the road.

For some reason, Amy’s mother liked him. She’d make tea and cakes
and Keith was too polite to refuse. He’d have to suppress his
hard-on and chat amiably when all he wanted was to take Amy home,
throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out.  He was convinced
that mother was just trying to delay them, to prevent her little
girl from being ravaged.

Still, the best thing about visiting Amy was that he always did
get to fuck her brains out; or rather, she fucked his brains out.
 Under that sweet, wholesome exterior, she was insatiable.

They’d met attending an accountant’s training course six months
ago, and hit it off immediately. Keith’s friends questioned
whether she was worth the eight hour round trip, all the hanging
about on cold platforms, the delays and the expense.  But they’d
only ever seem the demure Amy; she’d never sucked any of their
dicks.  If she had, they’d understand.

A sideways jolt woke Keith from his slumber.  He leaned forward
and resumed typing. It was dark outside, and he could see the
fires of Port Talbot steelworks in the distance.  He was later
than usual.  The server at the office had gone down, it took
hours to fix and he’d nearly missed the last train.

He set about the keyboard again, determined to finish before he
got into Swansea. Amy loved reading his stories. They gave her
ideas. But all that shit with the server had sapped his creative
energy and he was having trouble with this one.  By the time the
train pulled into the station, he’d written barely two hundred
words.  He was frustrated, and Amy would be disappointed.

The taxi pulled up outside Amy’s house. Keith paid the driver and
got out. Amy’s house was dark, but the lights still shone in her
mother’s front room.  Keith almost went straight over, but that
wasn’t his routine.

He pushed the gate open and climbed the steps to the door of
Amy’s lifeless house. He rang the bell. No answer.  He hadn’t
expected any.  Wearily, he crossed the street.

No sooner had he knocked on mother’s door, than it was pulled
open.  Amy stood in the doorway wearing the scarlet, silk
nightdress he’d brought for her birthday. It clung to her,
accentuating her curves. Keith’s mouth started to water.

“Mam’s away for the weekend,” she said. Her Welsh accent made his
senses tingle and his heart dance. “I’ve been waiting hours. What
took you?”

She kissed him hard, forcing him back against the door.

“But … but … ?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”  She kissed him again, even harder
than before.

“You certainly did that.”

Keith dropped his bags on the floor, and scooped Amy up. She
wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed again.

“What did I do to deserve you?” he said.

“It’s not what you did, it’s what you’re about to do.”

“You just wait.”

He carried her into the lounge and dropped her in the armchair
where her mother usually sat offering him cakes and talking about
people he didn’t know.  Keith fell to his knees, pulled Amy to
the edge of the chair, and draped her legs over his shoulders. 
In this position, he had unrestricted access.  He devoured her
pussy, biting, licking, sucking.

She came countless times, small orgasms, meaningless next to the
massive release that came after a full half hour of Keith’s
relentless assault.  She crushed his head with her thighs and her
body shook uncontrollably.

While she muttered his name over and over, he rapidly stripped.
He gave her no time to come down, clambering up and guiding his
cock inside her. He slid in easily, and began the slow steady
fucking that she always claimed to prefer, not that she
complained when he slammed home with all he could muster.

He kept up the slow, steady pace for as long as he could. It
wasn’t very long. She wrapped her legs around his back and he
thrust into her with increasing force.

“Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Her cries became increasingly incomprehensible as another, even
bigger orgasm approached. Keith did as she said. He kept on
fucking her right through her orgasm until a tantalising tickle
announced his orgasm’s impeding arrival. When he finally erupted,
filling his lover with his seed, he roared his pleasure.

He collapsed on the floor and rested, regaining strength for the
next round, and the next.

For the next thirty-six hours, they fucked and sucked in every
room in both Amy’s and her mother’s house. It was as if the radio
had announced that a comet was on the way and this was their last
weekend on Earth. They had to do lifetime’s fucking in a day and
a half.

“You know,” Amy said after kissing Keith goodbye on the station
platform, “I never did get to read this week’s story.”

“I never finished it.  I thought you might be disappointed, but
for some reason I forgot all about it.”

“I wonder why?  What was it about?”

Keith smiled.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“It was about two lovers, who were given a rare chance to spend a
weekend alone.  With no interruptions from his meddling
mother-in-law.”

Amy smiled her wickedest smile.  “Oh, I nearly forgot.”  She
handed him a plastic bag.  “The parcel’s from Mam and the
envelope’s from me.  But don’t open either yet.”

The train door slid shut and Keith waved goodbye before finding a
seat.  He opened the parcel first, a selections of homemade
cakes.  He ate one, then opened Amy’s envelope and looked inside.
 His heart skipped a beat; Amy had been experimenting with her
mother’s digital camera again. He just hoped she remembered to
hit ‘delete’ this time.


  
The last train to Swansea