The Cycling Holiday

I didn't reply, but just sat back looking dejected, he continued,

"If you want me to come and see you again, you'd better promise that you'll swallow the next time."

The thought of this disgusted me, but then I reasoned that the residue I'd got in my mouth didn't taste too bad; so I capitulated,

"I'm sorry; I promise I'll swallow it next time."

He lay back on the ground, and his cock, such as it was, was just a wrinkled frightened looking thing, curled up and lying on a bed of curly black hair. It was hard to believe this was the same proud monster that had been standing so erect with its fire-man's helmet on just a few moments ago.

"Are you dreaming again? Come on, get your face down there and start licking."

"Licking? What, your cock?"

"My god! I sometimes wonder why I bother with you. Is all the cunt out here in the sticks as dumb as you?"

"But I thought we were going to see my mom and dad?"

"Maybe I will, but only after you've given me a proper blow job. Now get down there and lick my balls and cock until it's ready for action again. And this time, you keep your gob on it until you've milked every drop of spunk, and swallowed the lot."

I really didn't like the idea, it all seamed so dirty. I don't mean his cock or balls were actually dirty or needed washing, just the idea of licking him down there. But down went my head, and I started by licking his cock. I pulled the loose folds of skin back, revealing the head which had been in hiding. I sucked, and I licked. And my hands gently lifted his balls as I caressed them with my tongue. It was no time at all before I'd gone into some auto-pilot trance, and all feeling of revulsion had completely disappeared. His cock had by now come back to life, and I was once again down on it with my mouth. Once I'd started to gorge on it, he again began his jerking thrusts, and these were again pushing his cock into the entrance to my wind-pipe. As soon as the first thrust was withdrawn, I took a breath, and mentally prepared myself for his next thrust. What I hadn't expected however, was that in preparing myself, I'd somehow opened my throat for him. As his helmet touched the entrance, it plunged its way in, and I didn't gag!

Now not only was I surprised at this, but Tom was elated,

"Fucking hell yes girl."

And seconds later, in it thrust again. What I'd actually done to get over my gagging, I have no idea, but the feeling of his cock actually in my throat was just something else. I don't mean it compared with cock in my pussy, but my god it had a delight all of its own. Before I realise what was happening, his cock was shooting warm cum direct into my throat. And it was only him pulling his own cock out into my mouth and wanking the last few drops, which left me any to actually swallow. He hauled me up towards his face, and looking directly into my eyes, said,

"Jesus girl, that was fucking magic."

Without looking at him, I replied,

"Will you come and see mom and dad now?"

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Please Tom. You promised."

"What's the big deal, tonight or tomorrow, what difference does it make?"

"It makes a difference to me. It will show me you love me."

"Ok, but blow me again before we go."

I turned and looked at him, and his cheeky smile just melted away all the feelings of being let down. I suddenly felt such a feeling of overwhelming love in my chest, at that moment, I think I'd have done anything for him. But all I actually did, was to give him a silly grin as I said,

"You're wicked you are. You know my mom would kill me if she knew what we'd just done."

"Well I ain't gonna tell her. Come on."

So again we started with just general kissing with him fondling my breasts, whilst my hand gently fondled his cock and balls. As soon as I detected his cock rising to the occasion, we changed position, and I was back with my mouth on his cock. It wasn't long before he was fucking deep into my wind-pipe, and although I have no idea how long this third 'blow job' took, once it was over, I insisted we went back to see mom and dad. By now I was on my feet, I'd straightened out my clothes and I was ready to go. As I spoke, I took his hand,

"Come on, let's go and see mom and dad."

He didn't look keen, but he did come with me, and as we entered the farm yard from the field side, we saw dad coming out of one of the yard sheds.

"I I there Kelly lass, whose the lucky fella?"

As we got closer I said,

"Dad, this is Tom."

As we drew up to each other, dad reached out his hand towards Tom, and they shook,

"So you're the one whose been putting the rosy glow in her cheeks?"

Tom was a bit at a loss for words. You see my dad was a big man, exactly the opposite to me; being six three with big broad shoulders. And as I clung onto Tom's arm and looked up at him I said,

"Yes dad, he's my dream come true."

Dad said,

"I don't know about that."

And then as he put his arm around Tom's shoulders, and began to walk with us towards the house,

"But so long as he makes you happy, he's welcome in our house."

Tom just looked up to dad and said,

"Thank you."

Which for Tom was a very polite reply.

When we arrived at the house, dad walked us all into the kitchen where mom was busying herself doing general cleaning jobs. After I'd briefly introduced Tom to her, dad said,

"You stop here with your mom, this young man and I have things to discus."

And with his arm around Tom's shoulder, he led Tom off to his office. Tom looked back at me, and in his look, I read. 'This is what I didn't want to happen.' Or something to that effect.

As dad closed the door behind them, he told Tom to take a seat, and he took up his usual place in a chair by his desk.

"Right lad, there's two main things you need to know. One, little Kelly is my only daughter, so if anyone were to so much as harm a hair on her head, I'd take that gun there off the wall, and kill the bastard."

Tom looked up at dad's twelve-bore shotgun, and a lump appeared in his throat. Dad continued,

"So lad, if you're gonna be walking her out, I'll be expecting you to assume the responsibility I've been carrying. Are you up to it?"

"Yes. I think so."

"I mean it lad, I'll be expecting you to make sure no harm comes to her. If it does, and I think you were either to blame, or could have prevented it, I'll come for you. And make no mistake, I'll find you."

"She won't come to any harm with me, I promise."

"Ok lad, so long as we understand each other."

"Yes, I get your message loud and clear. I'll look after her."

"Ok, now the second thing; do you know what a white wedding is?"

"A wedding in a church."

"It could be. But the main thing is white means the bride is still a maiden. You do know what I mean by maiden?"

"Untouched."

"I see, you get my drift then. Well Kelly's mother is planning on Kelly using her wedding dress, and she's expecting it to be a white wedding. Now you know what that means as far as you're concerned. You need to control those lusty thoughts of yours. Is that clear?"

"Oh yes. Loud and clear."

At that dad went across and took hold of Tom's hand,

"Ok lad, I'll say no more about it. And welcome to the family, now what can I get you. I drink home-made beer myself, but I've got whisky or the wife might have some sherry."

"No it's ok. I don't think I'll have anything. Thank you, but I'd better get going now."

"Don't be silly. You're the first young man she's brought home, and you're not leaving until we've at least shared a drink. So what'll it be? What's your normal drink?"

"Well I normally drink bitter if it's on draught, but if not I drink Stout. I'm not really into spirits or sherry."

"A man after my own heart. But as we can't have real draught at home, I brew my own. It's not the same as pub draught, but it's strong enough to knock your hat off. Are you gonna try some of that with me."

"Yes please, but just a small one, I should get going soon."

So with that dad brought him out of his office back into the kitchen where he poured out two glasses of beer from the keg in the larder, and while he was pouring them he called back out to mom,

"Get a couple of glasses out and that bottle of sherry; I want us all to have a drink together."

"Now Walter, there's no need to go over the top. If you and the lad want a drink that's ok. But don't go making some big deal out of it. The lad looks like he's a condemned man about to go to the gallows."

"Nonsense woman. If I say were all having a drink to celebrate, then we're having one, now get that bottle, and Kelly, you get some glasses."

He'd now come out of the larder, with two pint glasses full of beer,

"Here you are lad, get that down you. If you're quick about it we might get another glass in before they get their sherry glasses filled."

"Stop it Walter, don't go encouraging the lad. He's got to get himself back to Nuneaton, and we don't want him driving while he's drunk."

"Its ok mom, he hasn't got a car, he's on his bike."

"Bike or car, he won't be safe with two glasses of your dad's home-made beer in him. Here Kelly, here's your glass, lets get this toast done-with before they fill another glass."

"See Tom lad, that's what you'll have to put up with if you marry our Kelly. They always say look at the mother, and you'll see your bride twenty years down the road."

"Stop teasing the lad, if you tell him things like that he'll drop our Kelly tomorrow."

Then Tom surprised me,

"Just the opposite Mrs Harris. If Kelly looks like you in twenty years time, I'd consider myself lucky to be married to her."

Both dad and mom looked at each other, as if acknowledging Tom's flattering remark. Then dad said,

"I can see I'd better watch you lad, it looks like you're a bit of a ladies man."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, but your wife is right, I should get going now."

"Don't let the old fool worry you, he was only teasing. And as far as you going now, I wasn't saying you should go, just that you ought to watch out for that home-made stuff of his; its potent stuff. But you're welcome to stop and have a bite of supper before you go."

"No thank you, I think I'd better set off for home now."

It was still only nine-thirty, but I could tell Tom was uneasy being in the house, so I said,

"Come on then, I'll walk you to the end of the lane."

So after saying his goodbyes, and another round of shaking hands, we walked out into the yard. Tom got his bike from the fence where he'd left it, and as we walked towards the yard gate, I said,

"Would you like me to blow you again?"

"What? Now? Or do you mean tomorrow?"

"Now silly. I mean we could sneak back across to the stable block, there's a hay loft above the stalls."

"Nah, I don't think we'd better, your dad might be watching."

"Don't be silly, he's back in his office by now, probably on his third pint."

"That's fucking good stuff he brews, I've only had one, and I can feel the effects already."

"Yes I know. Not that I've ever drunk any, but I've seen plenty of uncles tripping over and falling down after a session on it. But you're changing the subject. Don't you want another blow job?"

He instantly took over, almost dragging me towards the stable block I'd pointed to.

"Come on then, but we'll have to be careful, I didn't like the look of that fucking gun your dad had on the wall."

As we scurried our way to the stable block, I said,

"He wouldn't use that, that's just his manner. He's as soft as a teddy-bear really. I think he just wanted to impress you."

So up in the loft, I again managed to deep throat his cock, and as this was my third time, I was now really getting into this way of fucking. It never actually gave me a climax with any of these blow jobs, but it was still good.

Now it never occurred to me at the time, but it was from then on, that he started to ask me questions about my dad's farm. How big was it? How much is it worth? How old is he? Have you got brothers or sisters? I don't mean he asked the questions all in one night, or came out with them just like that, but before now he'd never even mentioned the farm. The rest of that week, he kept to his routine of coming out to see me every other night. But instead of using the old barn in the back field, we'd go up into the hay loft above the stable. Dad saw us on the second night, and he gave us both a cheery wave as he went past on his tractor at the other end of the yard. It took ages before Tom's cock responded to my caressing, and even while I was pushing my throat down onto his cock, I could tell he was still worried dad might come in. He didn't, but that night he would only let me bring him off just the once.

That night after Tom had gone; mom mentioned that dad had seen us going into the stables. The first thing that came into my head was,

"Tom was interested in seeing the horses."

She looked at me as if to say, 'I wasn't born yesterday', but what she actually said was,

"Well he won't find many horses inside your blouse, and if I was you, I'd take more care when you button it up next time."

I looked down at the front of my blouse, only to find I'd done it up with my buttons and button-holes out of line.

"Now young lady, I know you think you're all grown up and know all about life. But take it from me, men are all the same, they always have been, and they always will be. Kissing and cuddling is ok, but once you let him get into your knickers, he'll spoil you and then dump you. And no other boy will be interested in soiled goods. So you can use the hay loft, and dad and I will give you your privacy, but you make sure you keep your legs together."

I didn't reply, I just stood there with my head bowed down.

"Ok, we'll say no more, but you mark my words."

I obviously didn't dare tell mom her words were too late, or that she was wrong. I mean, Tom had already spoilt me, and he hadn't dumped me like mom predicted. So like all teenage girls, I assumed mom was just an old fashioned out of touch do good'er. The next time Tom and I met, he wanted to go back to using the old barn, but I told him part of what mom had said, 'So you can use the hay loft, and dad and I will give you your privacy'. It took about half an hour before he settled in, but once he'd relaxed, he was back to his usual rampant form; and he fucked my throat three times. The week of my period was soon over, but now when he called on me, he'd got a packet of rubber jonnies. This wasn't anywhere near as good as the fucking I'd got used to, but he insisted; so that was now the way we had sex.

The next event of note was about three weeks on, and as Tom and I walked hand in hand towards the stables, dad called us. It wasn't unusual by now for dad to see us going to the stables, and Tom was now feeling quite at ease about being seeing. But dad calling us, was a first, Tom said nervously,

"What d'you think he wants?"

"Who knows, the only way we'll find out is to go and see."

So still holding Tom's hand I led him across towards dad,

"Its ok Kelly lass, you can go to the hay loft and wait for him. It's Tom I want to talk to."

I gave Tom a kiss,

"Don't look so worried, he won't bite you."

And off I went to wait for him.

"Tom lad can you do me a big favour?"

"Yes, what is it."

"I've got some kind of vermin trapped in this shed, and I don't want it to get away. You saw where I keep my gun, the cartridges are in the bottom left hand draw of my desk, just bring two."

"Do you want me to stand guard while you get it?"

"No lad, you'll run faster than me. Go on; tell Marge I've told you to get it."

So off Tom ran, and he returned with dads twelve-bore, and two cartridges. Dad took them, and loaded his gun, and then in one swift movement, swung the gun around, pressing the end of the barrels up to Tom's throat. Then he walked Tom backwards to the wall of the shed.

"Right lad, now I've got the vermin in my sights, what d'you think I should do with it."

Tom could hardly speak; the barrels were pushing into his wind-pipe.

"What have I done?"

Dad used his other hand to lift out a used condom from his pocket, and he held it up inches from Tom's face.

"Does that give you a clue, or do I have to spell it out."

"Please. I mean she let me, I didn't force her."

"Didn't you listen to me the other day? I told you her mom wants to see her have a white wedding. And you my lad have buggered that."

"But it."

"No buts. You listen to me."

Dad threw the used condom onto the floor, and then pulled out a small roll of bank notes,

"I know our Kelly says you're out of work, and ain't got no money. But what you're gonna do is take her to Nuneaton on Saturday, and she can pick out an engagement ring. You'll pay for it, and I want to see the receipt and the change when you come and tell Marge and me the good news. And mark my words lad, if you either disappear with my money, or put a bun in her oven, I'll use this gun to blow your fucking balls off. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Ok, you can go now, and don't tell Kelly a thing about what's taken place here. I want her to think you've bought the ring and it's your idea."

He lowered his gun,

"Well go on then, we don't want her catching cold, she'll probably be waiting with her knickers off ready for you."

I can only guess that dad was testing Tom. He'd given him two-hundred pounds in cash, and if Tom was only with me for the sex, then he would just disappear and never be seen in the area again. When Tom arrived up in the hay loft, I could see he was shaken.

"What's wrong? What did he want?"

"Nothing. I'll give it half an hour until he packs-up for the night, then I'm going."

"Tom no. Please tell me what he said."

"No fucking way. He's fucking mental."

"You can't leave without telling me. Please Tom."

"He pointed his fucking gun at my head. The old shits lost his marbles."

"He wouldn't have hurt you. He's not like that. Tell me what you said to annoy him?"

"Me! Annoy him! He wants fucking locking up, I've a good mind to report him to the police."

"Please Tom calm down. What was it all about?"

"That's it, I wouldn't mind if I'd been fucking you bare-back, but the stupid cunt only cottoned on because I've been taking precautions. He should be fucking grateful."

"I still don't understand."

"He's found a used jonnie, and now he wants me to get engaged. He's even given me the money to buy the ring."

"Oh Tom. Please. I mean I know he shouldn't have threatened you. But you do love me; why not just buy the ring?"

"What? And have him breathing down my neck all the time, just in case you get pregnant."

"But I won't. And once we're engaged, I'm sure he'll accept the fact we're having sex."

"He's accepted that already. I mean even he knows when he's beat."

"What d'you mean?"

"He as good as told me to come up here and fuck you."

"So if he's given you the money for a ring, and he's ok with us having sex, why not just accept it?"

"Because."

And then he stopped, and it all went quiet.

We sat in silence for a while, and then I snuggled up to him. It took a good hour before he calmed down, but gradually he succumbed to my persuasion, and I eventually got two fucks that night. And more important, we arranged to go into Nuneaton that Saturday, to buy the ring. Mom and dad looked suitably surprised, and it was another round of drinks and congratulations. And this time, Tom stopped in the house for a supper; even if it was mainly glasses of dad's beer, and just crackers and cheese. And when Tom left that night, instead of a rumble in the hay loft, we spent the next hour in a double bed!

Yes; even I was surprised! It turned out, dad had taken Tom to one side again, but this time not to frighten him to death, but according to Tom, dad had been talking in the crudest manner. To me it seemed out of character for my dad, but one thing was definite, he'd given Tom the keys to our horse box. I know that doesn't sound very lush. But as this horse box was a big specially converted lorry, with only part of the back made in to stalls for horses, and the rest of the lorry had kitchen facilities, a lounge, and more to the point sleeping facilities. So dad had told Tom now we were engaged he could make use of the horse box, and fuck me in comfort; which he did with a vengeance. I think he'd decided if he was going to be tied into our family, he might as well make the best of it.