LAST TRAIN TO SWANSEA

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.