Last Train to Swansea

Keith catches the last train to Swansea to see his
girlfriend and is in for a pleasant surprise when he
knocks on her mothers front door. (MF)

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The worst thing about visiting Amy was her mother.

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

For some reason, Amys mother liked him. Shed make tea
and cakes and Keith was too polite to refuse. Hed 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.

Theyd met attending an accountants training course
six months ago, and hit it off immediately. Keiths
friends questioned whether she was worth the eight hour
round trip, all the hanging about on cold platforms,
the delays and the expense. But theyd only ever seem
the demure Amy; shed never sucked any of their dicks.
If she had, theyd 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 hed
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, hed written barely two
hundred words. He was frustrated, and Amy would be
disappointed.

The taxi pulled up outside Amys house. Keith paid the
driver and got out. Amys house was dark, but the
lights still shone in her mothers front room. Keith
almost went straight over, but that wasnt his routine.

He pushed the gate open and climbed the steps to the
door of Amys lifeless house. He rang the bell. No
answer. He hadnt expected any. Wearily, he crossed the
street.

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

"Mams away for the weekend," she said. Her Welsh
accent made his senses tingle and his heart dance.
"Ive 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.

"Its not what you did, its what youre 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 didnt 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 Keiths 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 wasnt 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
orgasms 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 Amys and her mothers 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 lifetimes 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 weeks
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 parcels from Mam
and the envelopes from me. But dont 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
Amys envelope and looked inside. His heart skipped a
beat; Amy had been experimenting with her mothers
digital camera again. He just hoped she remembered to
hit delete this time.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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