Chloe's Getting Dirty Again

This series continues the timeline from "Riding With Dirty Girls," and Chloe's other five cycling series'. You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for some background context, you should read (at least) "Riding With Dirty Girls" before this.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author's imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It's a fantasy. The culture around world-class women's cycling probably isn't a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn't it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

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Chloe's Getting Dirty Again Pt. 10

Maddy loves pussy. She's made no secret of the fact. She has moved super quickly from being unsure what it would be like to put her tongue 'in there,' to being absolutely addicted to it. And not just a bit of gentle cunnilingus, either. She loves a full-on lubricious queening, with face-fucking, orgasms... The full works. It's quite a turnaround.

So, she was in seventh heaven that morning after the British Championships. She'd been queened by Licia -- always a sumptuous experience -- then by me, but while she had me sat on her face, she also got to experience Licia's tongue-fucking, and that must be a truly transcendent combination.

She loved being queened by Licia, who's pussy is just a FEAST, especially when she turns her juice machine up to full with a finger on her clit, and Maddy certainly got the full treatment that morning. Licia came very quickly, as she does, but then continued on, writhing and rubbing, until a second, bigger, wetter orgasm overcame her.

Maddy's muffled sounds of gustation told me how much she was enjoying the feast, and Licia's moans and groans were almost enough to make me come in sympathy as I lay beside them, watching and wanking.

I didn't though. I slowed my fingers down and just gazed at them as that wondrous orgasmic scene played out. Mesmerising to watch.

Maddy's face was shiny with sex syrup as Licia finally rolled off her, but she hadn't had enough.

'Mm mm mm more...' She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her saying 'Chloe... give me more.'

Well, what's a good (bad) lesbian girl to do? I got up to straddle her and moved up over her face. Her hands were on my bum cheeks, pulling me forward to her eager mouth, and she was slightly cross-eyed as she focused intently on my sex.

As soon as she could reach, her mouth was on me, gorging almost desperately. I was already close to coming from my recent fingering, and within seconds my orgasm flared like she'd put a match to a tinderbox. She snorted like a pig, and I could feel her tongue lapping furiously at my climactic dribble.

Then she suddenly jolted. Licia's tongue had made its presence felt.

There's nothing quite like Licia's tongue. It's extraordinary. And it's not just its length, it's its muscularity, its agility, and her technique. She's a cunnilingual Olympian.

I sat back slightly, to see Maddy's reaction, and she rolled her eyes in a kind of 'I'm in heaven' kind of way.

I just sat on her décolletage, watching the look of sheer bliss on her face, and imagining the feeling of Licia's tongue working its magic, then I had a sudden lewd idea.

'Stick out your tongue Maddy. I'm going to fuck it.'

She did so immediately, and her hands came up to my back, urging me forward again. No hesitation. No doubt. Just pure lustful desire.

I moved up over her again, then sank down slowly on her waiting tongue, which was not quite Licia's, but I was so flooded with horny hormones she could have fucked me with a blanched white asparagus tip and it would probably have hit the spot.

It wasn't just the physical stimulation that sent me soaring though, it was the mental too. Just the lascivious feeling of the situation. I mean, double tongue-fucking? Come on.

I moved gently up and down on her outstretched tongue, drubbing her nose with my clit each time, and my second orgasm stirred, rose, and grew, filling my loins with an aching lust.

I was clutching two handfuls of her mass of hair, and my gentle movements gradually morphed into urgent thrusts as my NEED to come again took over my whole body; 'uh -- uh -- uh -- uh -- uhh -- uhh -- uhhhh- uhhhh.'

My grunts were joined by Maddy's somewhat muffled yelps, as we took her to heaven once more. Even Licia wasn't silent; her rapturous moans showed (just as she always tells me) how much she was loving her titanic tonguing.

I came again and, as usual, the second climax was different to the intense flare of the first one. It was deliciously drawn out, rising to an exquisite plateau of tingling pleasure, with zingy little peaks.

I was still relishing the joy of it when Maddy came. Her lips left my labia as she threw her head back and let out a wailing cry of pleasure. She dug her nails into my buttocks in her throes, and for some reason that extended my own orgasm even further.

It seemed like minutes before we came down, and then I rolled over and lay on my back, panting uncontrollably. God knows what my heart rate was.

I felt Licia climbing on top of me, and then we were kissing, an incomparable Licia kiss, spiced with essence of Maddy. Truly delish.

She rolled over to lie next to me so that I was in the middle, and we lay there for a long time with our eyes closed, blithe and bliss-filled. Flooded with Elysian endorphins.

Maddy was the first to speak. 'Oh my Go-od... Have I died? Is this heaven?'

We all chuckled. 'Nearly,' I said. 'It's just missing one detail... Tea?

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Maddy went home that day on the crest of a wave, but the next morning when Licia and I were having breakfast my phone chirped into life. 'Maddy,' I said as I picked it up. Her first three-girl experience had been fabulous, and she was still buzzing about it.

'Oh God, Chloe, that was something beyond special. I think it's made me permanently horny. I woke up this morning and relived the whole thing, using my fingers. So hot, Chloe. So, so hot. And the queening, Chloe, the queening... Oh my Go-od.

'Yeah it can get addictive.'

'Oh, I bet it can, given the chance... Thank Licia for me, would you? For... For... Well, for everything... Especially that tongue of hers. Oh my Go-od, that was wild.'

'If all goes well and you get a new team, I think you're gonna love being a free girl.'

'Yeahh, how cool would that be? Wooow.'

'You can probably get a taste... of it this weekend,' I said suggestively.

'Oo, Chloe, stop...'

'We'll introduce you to some interesting people, you can be sure of that.'

'Can't wait.'

We talked sex, free girls, sex, cycling teams, and a bit more about sex. When we ended the call, a smirking Licia said, 'Did you mention sex at all?'

'Yeh, she said I've to thank you... for everything, but especially your tongue.'

'I aim to please, as you know very well, babe.' She gave me her fruity little pout.

'I think she's just pleased that you're so chilled about her suddenly crashing into my life... Our lives.'

'Well, like I said, She's a good opportunity.'

I felt like I should chide her for being a bit of a cold user, but I couldn't because that would make me one too,

wouldn't it?

Actually, Licia was right. Maddy's entrée had been a wonderful opportunity, and all three of us had taken advantage of it, so we all benefited, really. There was no downside.

Licia and I had four days together before we had to fly to Spain, and they were wonderful days of cycling together, sleeping together, shopping together, cooking together... Doing everything together, like a married couple.

Whenever we do this, I love it, but I think Molly was right when she said there are advantages to not living together permanently. I enjoy our couple time immensely, but I also really like my lone time, my me time, and I think Licia does too. I love my little house in Scotland, and I adore spending time in Ireland. I think we have the balance pretty much perfect.

We had managed to book Maddy onto the same flight to Alicante at the weekend and, because there were three of us, we were planning to take an airport shuttle bus to Benidorm, rather than all trying to squeeze into the Lyonmobile.

Of course, Licia loved the bus idea. We had thought about a train, or even a taxi, but the airport doesn't have a train station, so it turned out the bus was most convenient, as well as cheaper.

So, on the Saturday, we flew to Alicante, lugged our luggage to the bus stop, and trundled along the coast to Benidorm. It was a beautiful, sunny 15 degree day. Quite a contrast to where we'd come from.

Licia always says she likes talking to people on the bus, and I'm sure that happens in Ireland, but here, none of us spoke more than a few words of Spanish, so we just chatted amongst ourselves until we arrived at our destination.

Vacant hotel rooms are plentiful in Benidorm at this time of year, so Maddy had found it easy to book somewhere very close to where my team were staying. In fact, all our hotels were within a short walk of each other, including Team Lyon's.

We separated at the bus station and went to check in to our hotels, arranging to meet up later at the Yellow Submarine bar, which is always the social centre at this race.

When I got to my team's hotel though, there was big news. Lucy wasn't racing. She'd apparently picked up a calf injury, which wasn't fully healed, and she'd decided not to aggravate it. So, that reduced my main rivals by one.

In fact, it was looking pretty good for me, really; Leona definitely wasn't at her top level, and nor was Tif, which kind of left just Annamiek and Carmen. I suspected the course would be a little too fast for Annamiek, so it was looking like it might be a two-way duel between just Carmen and me.

I never like to write people off, and anyone can spring a surprise sometimes, but on current form, that's how it looked. Carmen was going well though, and had beaten me at Zonhoven, albeit after I made a crucial error, and she would also have the advantage of her home crowd cheering her on. It could be interesting.

There were only three of us from my team doing this round, Helen, Sandi, and me, and after dinner we all walked down to the Yellow Submarine for a "soft drink social."

The place was buzzing, with a crowd outside and in, but I soon spotted Licia and Maddy. They were standing near the door, talking to Nisa Amesta and Kat Bohringer -- both team mates of Licia's -- and I wriggled through the crowd to join them. I looked around for Molly and co, but they didn't seem to have arrived yet.

They were talking about their national championship results; Kat had won the Austrian title, and Nisa had been runner-up (to Carmen) in the Spanish, so they all had similar fortunes really.

They welcomed me into their group with hugs and kisses, and we talked about races, and prospects for the next day. Nisa told us it had rained during the week, so there was actually MUD on the course. OMG. Fanny was going to be so happy.

While we were talking, I was scanning for Molly and co, and then I spotted them, walking down the street that descends to the seafront. Three abreast. Three tall, striking women; Molly, so lithe and poised, Fanny, shapely and alluring in her "sexy older woman" way, and Marianne, such an awesome figure.

Many heads turned as they approached, and there was a little leap in my chest, just at the sight of them. I confess I tuned out from the conversation as I watched them.

As they drew near, I waved to attract their attention and they came over to us. There were hugs and cheek kisses all round, and I did introductions, mainly for Maddy's benefit. I was so proud to introduce them.

Maddy's eyes were aflame as she looked at them, and there was definitely a bit of an amative frisson passing between us all, with the exception of Nisa and Kat, who's main reaction was reverence at Molly's presence.

Maddy was just a little breathless and excited. I tried to put myself in her shoes and think about the changes and experiences she was going through, and I realised it must have been a wonderful feeling. I was enjoying her thrill vicariously as she chatted with Molly and the others.

'Come and get me after the race tomorrow,' Mari was saying, 'and we'll go find some team managers.'

'Yeh, I will, thank you,' said Maddy.

Mari excused herself and went off to look for Tif, and Kat and Nisa went to seek out their team mates, leaving just the 5 of us, and Licia said to Maddy, 'Come on, we'll introduce you to some free girls.'

'Oo, how exciting...'

Molly and Fanny demurred and went to find somewhere to sit, and Licia, Maddy and I went on a tour to see who we could see.

We introduced her to Helen, Maisie and Sabina, Tif and Mari ('who you've already met'), and then we spotted the Mammut-Petzl team, five of them and 4 of them gay and free. I almost felt sorry for Jana, who was the only straight girl there.

There were the French girls, Lauren and Magi ("ma-jee"), Marlen, and Carmen and, like everyone else, they were interested to meet a newcomer.

We didn't announce her as a new free girl, of course, but Carmen was a little inquisitive, and her gaydar was obviously working well. 'Are you doing the race?' she asked, while her dark, intense eyes were reading Maddy like a book.

'No, I'm just here to check out some teams... I'm looking for a place... Chloe's friend Marianne has offered to help me...' said Maddy, a little hesitantly.

'Are you and Chloe old friends,' Carmen probed, her eyes flicking to me and back again.

'No, quite new, actually...' she cut off abruptly. I could tell she was about to reveal more than she intended, then thought better of it.

Licia stepped in, and in her typical style she was more mischievous than coy. 'Chloe and I have been getting to know Maddy better recently,' she said, fixing Carmen with a suggestive eye, 'we've become... closer.' A flicker of a smile crossed her lips.

'Nice,' said Carmen with one eyebrow raised.

Lauren, Magi and Marlen were watching this exchange with indulgent smiles, and Maddy was blushing, ever so slightly.

Carmen's dazzling smile suddenly broke out. 'Welcome, Maddy, it will be good to bring you into our little bunch,' by which she could have meant the cyclocross peloton, or our little bunch of free girlfriends. She had obviously sussed out what the situation was.

We moved away and went to sit with Molly and Fanny, but Maddy kept looking back towards Carmen.

'Wo-ow, Carmen is ho-ot, isn't she?'

'Yes she is,' I smirked.

'I mean, I've seen her on the TV - racing - but up close, in the flesh... Wo-ow. The way she looked at me, Chloe... I've heard that saying, "undress me with your eyes," but I never really knew what it meant until now... It gave me chills.'

We were all enjoying Maddy's sense of wonder. It wasn't the first time we'd witnessed this in women who were recently "out." It seems that, once fancying women is on the table, there's an overwhelming and thrilling realisation that this is no longer forbidden fruit. You can have it, and gorge on it until the juice runs down your chin.

We chatted, but Maddy was distracted, and her eyes kept straying back to Carmen. She was definitely smitten.

Her attention was not lost on Carmen either, who was wearing a smile that told me she was enjoying soaking up Maddy's gazes.

Nothing was going to happen tonight, but I thought about Mavi and the Hotel La Movida, and I made a mental note to go there tomorrow evening and take Maddy with us.

We turned our attention to the race. 'We've been told there's mud this year, Fanny,' I said. Maybe even bike changes.

'Really? she said, wide eyed.

'Yep. Nisa says there's a stretch of standing water immediately before the sandpit, just to make the sand stick to the bike... Evil, eh?'

'Brilliant,' she said.

We headed back to our hotels before 10pm, and I was back well before Helen, who lingered in the bar with Marlen. By the time she returned to our room, I was already tucked up in bed and slipping into slumber.

Helen is amazingly stealthy when it comes to getting ready for bed, if I'm sleeping, but I wasn't properly asleep and I said, drowsily, 'Did you have a nice time, Helen?'

'Yes, Chloe, thank you. I like your friend, Maddy. She seems lovely.'

'Mm, she is... Night, Helen.'

'Night, Chloe.'

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Race Day

I woke up full of joy, thought about Licia, and Maddy, and Molly, and Carmen, and Mavi, and Mari, and lots of others. I had an exquisite stretch, then jumped out of bed. Helen was just stirring, and I leaned over her and planted a huge smacker of a kiss on her cheek, then toddled into the bathroom.

The shower was sublime, and I emerged glowing, gloriously naked, and humming to myself.

'Looking good, Chloe,' said Helen, 'you seem happy.'

'I am, Helen, I'm on top form, in every way.'

'See you downstairs,' she said with a grin as she nipped into the bathroom.

I demolished my breakfast very thoroughly and with great relish, then returned to the room, with Helen, to do some visualisation.

I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, trying to conjure up some positive images and, of course, they were mostly to do with the previous year's race. That was inevitable; there were lots of positives in that race, but I was careful to switch away before the unsatisfactory conclusion. I already had more than enough angst about that.

I remembered the playful mock-racing with Licia on the pre-ride, and I smiled to myself. I hoped we could repeat that. It was fun.

I drifted into a little snooze, and when I woke, Helen was looking at her phone.

'Are you ready, Helen?'

'Yes, Chloe, shall we go?

We walked over to the venue, and I sought out Licia, who was in her team's paddock area, checking over her bikes. We shared a hug and a hand clasp, and she said. 'Raring to go?'

'I am, actually,' I said.

I walked further down to where Team Lyon were setting up my bikes. Fanny was quite excited. 'Have you seen the mud??' she beamed, 'Now we'll get some PROPER 'cross.'

I inspected the bikes, and we talked about tyre pressures. Despite the mud, I elected to go with 22psi, which was probably a little higher than most people would run, but I reasoned that the vast majority of the course would still be dry and fast.

All three bikes were wearing wheel sets with intermediate tyres, but I also had one spare set with full knobblies, just in case. I was also running a tyre sealant as an extra precaution against a repeat of the previous year's puncture. It had a weight penalty, but not really a significant one. Call me paranoid, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance.

The U23 men's race finished and I got ready for my recon. It was a sunny day, so I put on dark glasses, but the U23 men were all finishing a bit spattered, so the mud was obviously real.

As I was just about to get on my bike, a middle-aged man came up to me and handed me another pair of glasses, saying 'I believe you dropped these.' I was momentarily confused, and looked at the glasses. They were definitely mine; white, custom, Rudy Project ones with world champion rainbow stripes, but it took me a moment to realise, these were the ones I'd lost at Merksplas, weeks before.

'Sorry it's taken me so long to get them back to you,' he said with a grin.

'Oh, wow...' I said, I thought whoever found them would keep them as a souvenir.'

'No, they're in world champion's colours, and only the world champion should get to wear those.'

It was rather a strict way to see it, but I appreciated it. I smiled, 'Aww, thank you!' I shook his hand and passed the glasses to Molly for safekeeping. I didn't really need the glasses -- I have half a dozen pairs -- but it was a nice gesture to make a point of getting them back to me.

'Enjoy the race,' I smiled.