The Cycling Holiday

We ordered food, and all sat around drinking, eating and chatting merrily. Looking back, the atmosphere Dave had said earlier he wanted to create the illusion of; was now becoming a reality. What I mean by that was; my flirtatious attitude towards all of these men. But moreover, Tom's acceptance of mine and their attitude towards me. So I'm sure any of the other customers in that lounge, would have been hard pushed to know which if any of the men was my man. I'm guessing we'd been in the pub for around an hour or so, when in came 'The Meriden Bull'. Again, like Dick the night before, this man was also well built. Not as big as Dick, maybe six two or three. And he was quite old, maybe in his sixties. But he still looked fit, and I'm sure would have been quite an impressive figure of a man fifteen years ago.

As he approached our tables, Derek got to his feet, and shook his hand,

"I assume you must be Bill."

"That's me, so are you Derek?"

"Yes, and that's Dave. Tom. Ian. Steve. And last but definitely not least, that is little Kelly. Oh; and this is Bill Soreman, known colloquially as 'The Meriden Bull'."

"Well mainly to my women friends. I think the blokes just call me 'The Bullshitter'. Oh, excuse my language my dear."

I just smiled coyly.

"Well Bill would you like a drink, or would you prefer to just get on with it?"

"Well I've never been known to refuse a free pint, I'll have a bitter."

So he sat, and Dave went over to the bar to order more drinks. Now I knew, or could guess why this man was called 'The Meriden Bull', and why we were here to meet him. But Tom didn't, and I began to get anxious as to his reaction once he found out. I was also amazed he hadn't already asked the question. So I made an excuse that I required the ladies, and as I crossed the room, met Dave coming back from the bar, and I took him to one side.

"Tom doesn't know what this man is here for, and I'm worried about what he might say when he finds out."

"He already knows, and he's agreed a price."

"When?"

"Derek and him negotiated it in the gents about twenty minutes ago."

It hadn't dawned on me, but now I thought back, Derek had got up and gone to the gents, not at the same time as Tom, but he'd left our table before Tom had returned, so they could have had time to come to some arrangement. I guess I should have been angry at Tom for selling me off once again, and this time without even telling me! But I was just relieved that there would be no upset when Bill got down to the nitty-gritty with me.

This Bill was a real character, the regular life and soul of the party, telling jokes and everybody including my Tom got on with him like they'd known him for years. So with some five pints inside him, and only an hour after we'd met, he got to his feet,

"Right Kelly lass. I'll just go and water the horse, and then we'll get down to business, and see how you like best beef."

Derek said,

"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

And Ian added,

"Yes, for a little'un, she's got a good appetite."

Some of the other men joined Bill on his visit to the toilet, and as they all reappeared in the lounge, the rest of us got up from the table. It was at this point I realised, I'd not heeded my own advice, as I was unsteady on my legs, and the white wine bottle was empty. So I had a gentleman either side of me, making sure I didn't trip as we walked out. We all got into our waiting transport, and off to a hotel. The suite had been previously reserved, and we just walked in, and straight into the lift which took us to the top floor. It was a spacious place, especially after the last few days on a narrow-boat.

They didn't waste any time, as we entered, Bill took my hand, and walked me into the bed room. The rest followed, and Dave was busy filming from the moment he got into the room. We started with kissing, but his hand was instantly into my blouse, and within a minute, my bra and blouse were off. He worked my breasts for maybe five minutes, and then he lay back on the bed, and said,

"Ok luv, your turn."

I didn't speak, but just released his belt, opened his trousers, and began to pull them down his legs, complete with his underpants. His cock was as I'd expected, a monster. Long, eleven inches, maybe even twelve; but so fat. And by now, in just these few short days, I knew the girth was what makes the difference. I started by licking it, and then used spit on my hands to stroke up his shaft. But before I realised what I was doing, I was sliding my pussy up his shaft. Not inside me, but I was squatting above him on my knees, legs wide open, gusset of my panties pulled to one side, and my swollen lips wrapping themselves around his shaft as I slid back and forth.

I could hear Derek's voice, but it was somewhere in the distance; it was like a dream sequence. And then Tom put his hand on my shoulder,

"Come-on Kelly. They want you to get your skirt and knickers off."

It was like I couldn't respond myself. I just wanted this throbbing monster in contact with my throbbing pussy. So gradually, I began to feel hands all over me. I don't know who or how many of them, but they lifted me, and removed my skirt and panties, and lowered me back to the big cock. I slid along it, and let the head lift up to my pouting hole. And then I lunged. It was every bit as good as I'd imagined it would be. It stretched, and it went deep. Stretching all those parts that need stretching. I'd only been on him for what seemed like seconds, when the hands were all over me again, and again they lifted.

I didn't want lifting, I wanted the big cock, and I began to fight them. But there were so many hands, with so many big strong men, and I was lifted clear, whilst they used a rule up against the big cock, to document just how big it was. I know I was out of it, but I do remember hearing eleven and three quarters. Now even in my state, this surprised me. I'd have thought by the feeling I'd experienced, it must have swollen to at least thirteen inches. But that wasn't my priority right now; all I wanted; was that eleven and three quarters back inside my pussy.

And as soon as they'd got what they wanted, they let me have what I needed. I wasn't surprised when I began to cum, clamping him way-before he was ready. This halted my humping, but as my spasm subsided, he then took over, his hands on my waist, driving me down as he thrust up. He fucked like a man with experience. Slow, determined, and passionate. After about five minutes, he turned me over, so I was now on my back, and with my legs high and wide, he pounded himself into me, almost bouncing the bed from the floor as he drove so hard down. I was screaming with delight and making noises to wake the dead. When he eventually began to cum, it was magic.

Its funny really, the build-up is exciting. The mind-blowing sensations as the climax starts are indescribable. But the best bit happens when I'm floating in some kind of dream world. And yes, I know when I come back to reality, there is such a wonderful afterglow. But I sometimes wish I was one of those women who can stay with-it throughout the whole orgasm. I could be wrong, but I think that maybe, it's my body's way of protecting me from a sensation overload. Kind of like when they say you black-out when pain gets too much to stand. But what ever, I came back after another mind blowing event, to see all the men in the room were now naked. And looking around the array of monster cocks, to a man, they all looked ready for action, including my Tom, and even Bill; the man who'd just fucked me!

For the next two hours at least, I sucked cock, was fondled, caressed and licked over every square inch of my body, and fucked in every conceivable position. And my Tom was in no way coerced into the action; in fact many times it was him who suggested them trying various positions with me. And I know he fucked me twice, once in my bottom, whilst Dave was in my pussy. So as we travelled back to the boat that night, or early morning to be more accurate, the atmosphere was jovial, if somewhat lethargic. I think you could say all of us had fucked ourselves to a standstill. That night or what was left of it, I slept in a cabin with a double bed, but not with Tom. Derek had suggested the idea, saying to Tom,

"If any of us get the urge during the night, or early morning; we wouldn't want to have to climb over you, to get to her pussy. And we have paid for her services until mid morning tomorrow."

Tom didn't put up any argument, he just went along with it, even though it meant him sharing a cabin with Dave; not I hasten to add sharing a bed, it had single bunks.

So during the night I did get a visit from Steve, which started with a wonderful fucking, and ended with me drifting off to sleep in his arms. I also awoke with him once again easing his big cock up inside me; and that was another wonderful memory I'll never forget. But once his fuck was over, we only had about half an hour to lay in each others arms, before Ian arrived, wanting his morning relief. Not long after him, it was Tom and Dave who arrived together, and they fucked me the same way, Dave in my pussy, Tom in my bottom. And before I was able to get to the shower, Derek arrived. So by the time I'd got from my bed and showered, I'd had them all.

Once showered I made breakfast, and Tom nipped to the shop to pickup a paper, and he also wanted to see if he could buy a lottery ticket; he seemed to think luck was running his way for a change. So as I went about the normal chores, clearing away the breakfast table, doing the washing up, Steve surprised me by not only helping with the clearing up, but also helping by drying and putting the stuff away; something I know my Tom would never do. Yes, I know while he was helping, he'd keep touching me, having a quick cuddle, and even at one point fingering me to the point where I said,

"Oh come on now. You're driving me wild; either fuck me or stop it."

He stopped, but only for a minute or so. But in truth, I didn't really want him to stop; it was the fuck I wanted.

Well then this idyllic little dream sequence was suddenly shattered. First I heard Tom climbing back into the boat, but even that didn't sound normal, it was all banging of cabin doors and stamping of feet. And then the shouting started. I couldn't make out exactly what was being said, but Tom was really angry about something, and it sounded like Derek was trying to calm him down. I rushed towards the cabin where the noise was coming from, to see Tom all red faced, and furiously shouting at Derek. Dave and Ian were sat on either side of Derek at the opposite side of the breakfast table to Tom.

I asked,

"What's happened?"

Tom had his hand full of the wad of money he'd so far been given by Derek, and he shook them in the air towards me,

"Look at this."

"I know, you've made a lot of money. But what's made you so angry."

He peeled out one note, and threw it across the table towards me,

"Look at it."

I picked it up and looked. I mean to be honest; I'd never seen a fifty pound note before, twenties were the biggest note I'd ever seen."

"It's a fifty pound note. So what?

"Read the fucking thing."

I read the writing along the bottom of the note. The part where it normally says something about paying the bearer. But this said clearly, 'THIS NOTE IS FOR THEATRICAL USE ONLY'

A lump appeared in my throat as I realised the money wasn't real. Tom saw my look,

"Yes. Now you can see what the fuck is up. These bastards have fucked us good and proper."

Derek said calmly,

"But I never pretended it was real. We've got it for our promotion. I told you that. We throw it in the air, whilst filming, to create an impression of throwing money away. I mean, you never really thought we'd pay you a thousand pounds a day to fuck your wife. That's silly."

Tom was ready to thump Derek, but both Ian and Dave were now on their feet, making sure Tom couldn't get near him,

"You fucking cheating bastard."

"Don't take on so. Let's be sensible about this."

"Sensible. We'll see how sensible you are when I fetch the police."

"And tell them what? You are your wife's pimp and she's a whore. Don't be silly. Look, we've used her, but she enjoyed it. And I'm not unreasonable. We'll give you a hundred quid."

"What? Two more of these useless fifties?"

Derek took out his wallet, and counted out five twenty pound notes.

"Here, take these, and let's be civil about this."

"Fuck your hundred. We're owed over four thousand."

"Be real lad."

"I'll fucking give you real."

"You're outnumbered. Just give in gracefully. If you don't take the money now, we'll just chuck you off the boat and you'll end up with nothing."

I could see Tom was still about to be belligerent, and he had every reason to be so. But I could also see it wasn't going to help. So I said,

"Is that all I'm worth. All the things I've done with you and your friends, and even between the four of you. Twenty-five pounds each. Tom's every right to call you the name he just used."

Derek looked stunned, and looking around, so did the other three. Derek then said,

"I'm sorry my dear. But if you want the truth. There is no Stout promotion. Well yes there is, but it's nothing to do with us. We just work in the warehouse. We nicked the crates of Stout, and the false money. We're only warehouse workers, and we haven't got loads of money to spend."

"That doesn't alter the fact. All of you have been with me. Not just once. Even a back street whore would have got more money than what you're offering."

"You're right, of course. But. Wait, can we go out back and discuss this, you wait with your husband, and we'll see how much we can scrape together."

So I waited with Tom, and he was near to tears; not that he'd admit it. But he was saying sorry to me and things like he didn't know how he could have been so stupid and the like. After a few minutes, Derek and the others returned.

"Ok, this is the deal. You have to realise, we haven't got money to throw around; that was just an act. And be honest, both of you have enjoyed yourselves."

Tom was about to flare up at this, but I held his arm and calmed him down,

"Please Tom wait until he's finished."

"Look I know it's hard for you to take now you haven't got all that money. But the situation is still the same. She's still your wife. She likes being fucked. No don't get angry. It's a fact, she likes it. I mean, even you joined in. So here is our offer. If you both stop on board until the two weeks is up, and we carry on like we started yesterday, we'll each give you a hundred pounds. That's four hundred quid."

"No fucking way."

"Well if you don't accept that, I'm sorry, but you might as well get off now, we're not paying a penny."

I looked at Tom, and the anger was bursting to the point of overflowing. I said,

"Isn't there any room for negotiation?"

Derek answered,

"Like what?"

"I mean, its obvious Tom and I can't stay on board any longer. But surely you owe me for yesterday."

"I offered you a hundred, but Tom turned it down."

"Well you didn't offer it to me."

"The deal wasn't with you. It's not me you should be angry with, it's him. He sold you. And he's the one who refused my reasonable offer."

I know Tom wanted to punch Derek, but the other three were in position to make sure he didn't stand a chance. I again tried my shaming act,

"So your conscience is clear. You'll kick me off after using me, and like a used match, you'd throw me away."

"Hey don't try throwing a guilt trip on me; I told you, it's him you should be blaming."

"He's never done anything which he didn't think was in our mutual interest. But you four. I really find it hard to believe you could be so callous."

Steve lent across and said,

"Give her the hundred, it's only fair."

But Derek was adamant,

"No way, I've spent money up front organising the next few days. If they're leaving us in the lurch, then they'll be cutting off their nose to spite their face."

I said to Derek,

"Can I talk to you on our own?"

Tom looked daggers at me,

"What the fuck are you cooking up now?"

"I'm fed up with you making deals I have to carryout."

"So why do you need to do it in private?"

"Let's just say my methods are more subtle than yours."

I knew they all interpreted this to mean I was about to use some kind of sexual treat to sweeten the deal, and whereas the four others were all grinning like Cheshire cats, Tom was scowling. But Derek and I went through into a back cabin, and Ian, Dave and Steve prevented Tom from following.

"Ok girl, what have you got to offer, that we couldn't just take once we get a deal with that idiot husband of yours?"

"Well before you hear my offer, the other day, you professed to knowing quite a bit about the local history in our area."

"A little. Why?"

"Do you know anything about Harry Ferguson? And I'm not talking tractors."

"My god yes! That was a rum do. They gelded him, and left him hanging by his ankles in a tree. It was only the fact they left him hanging up side down, which saved his life. It's reckoned, if they'd left him on the floor he'd have bled to death. But that was nigh on twenty years ago."

"Ok, so you do know about how country people settle scores. But do you know who was responsible for that?"

"Well nobody got charged. But the Harris family were reputed to have carried it out as a reprisal for a rape of one of their girls."

"That was my aunty Flow."

The colour drained from his face, and he almost had to choke his words out,

"So you're a Harris?"

"Not now I'm married. But even though my dad and his six brothers are now quite respectable pillars of the community, dad still has the gelding shears hanging from his mantel shelf. And with them and their sons, they can rustle up over twenty able bodied men. Now I'm loath to go to my mum, and admit what Tom and I have been up to; or how we got into this mess. But make no mistake, if you don't pay up for these last couple of days; then that is exactly what I will do."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm sure I don't need to put it into words what will happen to you and your three mates. Let's just say, those big cocks won't be worth having once your balls are cut off. This is not an idol threat; I'll do it, unless you pay us what's owing."

"But I told you, we aren't rich men. I can't pay the sort of money your husbands talking about."

"But you've already offered five, so you must have that much. Pay that, and I'll forget what you and your pals have done. And if you don't, I promise you this. Before this month is out, not one of you will be men. Neither rich nor poor. You'll all be eunuchs."

"Oh come on. That was years ago. Nothing like that has happened in the midlands since that incident."

"Are you so stupid you'd bet your bollocks on that?"

"Oh come on, please. The lads won't go for shelling-out that much unless they know you're stopping on board."

"Well we're not stopping on board, and I've told you. Either pay up for what you've had already, or face the consequences."

"But that's two hundred and fifty a day."

"Wasn't I worth it?"

"I've already told you, its not that you aren't worth it, but I can't see them paying that much."

"So, they'll loose their balls. It'll teach you not to mess with peoples lives."

With that I turned and began to walk; as he followed, he said,

"I'll give you three hundred. That's a hundred and fifty a day."

I didn't flinch, but just kept walking. In the cabin where Tom and the others were, as Tom saw me, he asked,

"So, have we got a deal?"

"No. We're leaving."

And as I pushed past Steve, Dave said,

"Don't forget your clothes."

"I don't want them. The only thing of yours I want. Is your balls on a tray, to feed our dogs on."