The worst thing about visiting Satyavati was her mother. For some reason, Satyavati's mother liked him. She'd make tea and cakes and Anand was too polite to refuse. He'd have to suppress his hard-on and chat amiably when all he wanted was to take Satyavati 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 Satyavati 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 in Mumbai six months ago, and hit it off immediately. Anand'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 Satyavati; she'd never sucked any of their dicks. If she had, they'd understand.
A sideways jolt woke Anand from his slumber. He leaned forward and resumed typing. It was dark outside, and he could see the Pune skyline 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 Churchgate Station. Satyavati 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 writing anything. By the time the train pulled into the station, he'd barely got two hundred words down. He was frustrated. Satyavati would be disappointed.
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The taxi pulled up outside Satyavati's house. Anand paid the driver and got out. Satyavati's house was dark, but the lights still shone in her mother's front room. He pushed the gate open and climbed the steps to the door of Satyavati's lifeless house. He rang the bell. No answer. He hadn't expected any. Wearily, he knocked on the mother's door, than it was pulled open. Satyavati stood in the doorway wearing the scarlet, silk nightdress he'd brought for her birthday. It clung to her, accentuating her curves. Anand's mouth watered.
"Mam's away for the weekend," she said. Her 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 did."
Anand dropped his bags on the floor, and scooped Satyavati 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. Anand fell to his knees, pulled Satyavati 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, and sucking. She came countless times, small orgasms, meaningless next to the massive release that came after half an hour of Anand's relentless assault. She crushed his head with her thighs and her body shook uncontrollably.
While she muttered his name over and over, he stripped. He gave her no time to come down. He clambered up and guided 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 were incomprehensible as another, even bigger orgasm approached. Anand did as she said. He fucked her through her orgasm until a tantalising tickle announced his orgasm's impeding arrival. He erupted, filled his lover with his seed and roared his pleasure. He collapsed on the floor and rested, regaining strength for the next round, and the next.
For thirty-six hours, they fucked and sucked in every room in both Satyavati'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," Satyavati said after kissing Anand 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?"
Anand 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."
Satyavati smiled her wickedest smile. "Oh, I nearly forgot." She handed him a plastic bag. "The parcel is from Mam and the envelope's from me. But don't open either yet."
The train door slid shut and Anand waved her goodbye before finding a seat. He opened the parcel first, a selections of homemade cakes. He ate one, then opened Satyavati's envelope and looked inside. His heart skipped a beat. Satyavati had been experimenting with her mother's digital camera again. He just hoped she remembered to hit 'delete' this time.
Still, the best thing about visiting Satyavati 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 in Mumbai six months ago, and hit it off immediately. Anand'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 Satyavati; she'd never sucked any of their dicks. If she had, they'd understand.
A sideways jolt woke Anand from his slumber. He leaned forward and resumed typing. It was dark outside, and he could see the Pune skyline 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 Churchgate Station. Satyavati 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 writing anything. By the time the train pulled into the station, he'd barely got two hundred words down. He was frustrated. Satyavati would be disappointed.
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The taxi pulled up outside Satyavati's house. Anand paid the driver and got out. Satyavati's house was dark, but the lights still shone in her mother's front room. He pushed the gate open and climbed the steps to the door of Satyavati's lifeless house. He rang the bell. No answer. He hadn't expected any. Wearily, he knocked on the mother's door, than it was pulled open. Satyavati stood in the doorway wearing the scarlet, silk nightdress he'd brought for her birthday. It clung to her, accentuating her curves. Anand's mouth watered.
"Mam's away for the weekend," she said. Her 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 did."
Anand dropped his bags on the floor, and scooped Satyavati 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. Anand fell to his knees, pulled Satyavati 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, and sucking. She came countless times, small orgasms, meaningless next to the massive release that came after half an hour of Anand's relentless assault. She crushed his head with her thighs and her body shook uncontrollably.
While she muttered his name over and over, he stripped. He gave her no time to come down. He clambered up and guided 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 were incomprehensible as another, even bigger orgasm approached. Anand did as she said. He fucked her through her orgasm until a tantalising tickle announced his orgasm's impeding arrival. He erupted, filled his lover with his seed and roared his pleasure. He collapsed on the floor and rested, regaining strength for the next round, and the next.
For thirty-six hours, they fucked and sucked in every room in both Satyavati'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," Satyavati said after kissing Anand 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?"
Anand 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."
Satyavati smiled her wickedest smile. "Oh, I nearly forgot." She handed him a plastic bag. "The parcel is from Mam and the envelope's from me. But don't open either yet."
The train door slid shut and Anand waved her goodbye before finding a seat. He opened the parcel first, a selections of homemade cakes. He ate one, then opened Satyavati's envelope and looked inside. His heart skipped a beat. Satyavati had been experimenting with her mother's digital camera again. He just hoped she remembered to hit 'delete' this time.