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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Recap: The end of Part 04.

"She arrived 10 minutes before the race started, saying, ''Great little place this, Chloe. I love it.'

I took her coat, made some tea, and we settled down to watch the race. As the girls lined up at the start, waiting for the green lights, she suddenly said. 'I think I'm ready.' I turned to look at her and she met my eyes. 'Ready to eat your pussy...' "

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Chloe's Getting Dirty Again Pt 5

Did we watch the race? Nope.

She had a fire in her pants. Her introduction to lesbian sex had set her aflame.

'After you left this morning, I couldn't get our sex out of my head. Honestly, Chloe, you've lit the blue touch paper. I never imagined it would feel like this. I feel like something has been hiding inside me and it's suddenly burst free.'

I was nodding. 'You're not the first woman I've heard saying a similar thing after their first girl-girl.'

'Couple of hours ago, I was sat on my sofa feeling weirdly horny and moist. I just could not resist dipping my fingers in my pussy and tasting them. Not the first time I've done that of course, but this time I was wondering what it would be like to taste yours. I mean REALLY taste you. I was kicking myself for not doing it last night, but then I remembered I had your number...'

I chuckled. 'I thought you'd get round to it, but maybe not so quickly.'

The race had started, but neither of us was taking a blind bit of notice. Our attention was focussed wholly on the rapidly-rising sexual temperature. I could feel my juice machine responding. She had come here, pants on fire, with one thought in her head; to eat my pussy. Well... what's a girl to do?

I stopped the livestream on the TV -- 'We can watch that later,' I said.

'I'm still a bit unsure,' she said. 'I mean, I don't know what it's gonna feel like, having a face-full of coochie-pie...'

'Well take it as slow as you want. I won't rush you,' I said, standing up and dropping my bottoms and knickers. 'Come on, take some time to get comfy with it. In fact, come here and kiss me first.'

She stepped forward and we reprised the wonderful kisses we'd had the day before. It was a sure-fire way to get me nice and wet. My God she was a good kisser. Maybe not QUITE as good as Licia or Helen, but pretty bloody hot.

I took her hand and guided it between my legs so she could feel how much she was turning me on. She broke the kiss. 'Oh, God, Chloe you're so wet.' She looked down at her glistening fingers.

'Yeh, you did that. Want to taste?' I whispered, and she brought her hand up so we could share, tongue-fencing over her deliciously creamy digits. She was a natural.

I sat down on the sofa and lay back against the cushions with my legs open. 'Come and meet pussy,' I said, playfully. 'She's dying to make your acquaintance. '

We giggled. I thought introducing a little light-hearted humour would make her feel more at ease, and it seemed to. She knelt on the rug between my legs and gazed at my sex, with her hands on my inner thighs 'Oo, she's so pretty,' she said, and she ran her hands up until they framed my pouty labia, then slid them down almost to my knees, then back up. 'Oh, you have fckn gorgeous thighs, Chloe.'

'That makes two of us then. Pretty pussies and gorgeous thighs. We're just delightful.' She chuckled slightly.

I'd told her to take her time, but I wasn't sure whether she was hesitating, or just savouring the moment. I looked down at her and she met my gaze and gave me a radiant smile. It was the latter.

'Look at your pubes,' she said, running her fingertips over them. 'Neat and tidy but still a little bushy. I love them... and your lips, so full and soft.' She pressed them with her fingers, feeling their rude poutiness. I had a strong urge to spread them for her but I didn't. I left it completely up to her.

She cocked her head to one side and went slightly cross-eyed as she gently parted my labia majora, stretching my flesh and making my labia minora peel open. Even if I say so myself, my pussy does pout beautifully, my little flaps standing out and my clit hood sliding back effortlessly, exposing my shiny little button. She sucked in her breath; 'Oh wow, that's so hot.'

I wanted to tell her to kiss it, but I resisted. I wanted her to set the pace and to decide what she wanted to do, and when.

While still holding me open with both hands, she ran her index fingers up and down the sides of my clit, then curled them down to dip them into my creamy little well, which overflowed, sending a little white trickle down into the crack of my arse. 'SUCH a wet girl, Chloe. I love it.'

Oh this was so hot. The aching desire and anticipation were an exquisite torture. I groaned and massaged my left breast through my top, plucking at my nipple and sending little shocks straight to my clit.

Finally, she leaned in and kissed my hairy mons, then her tongue came out and tentatively touched my quivering lips. Oh, fuck it felt so good. She seemed to like her first taste of tongue to pussy flesh, and she pressed her face against me, her nose between my lips, and inhaled. A huge breath, as if trying to breathe in my sex, then she breathed out, a long, sustained 'Ohhh, fuuuuck.' I got the impression she was enjoying herself

My clit was already throbbing and twitching with desire, and she pulled up on the hood with a finger, making it stand to attention, and flicked at the underside of it with her tongue-tip. She alternated the flicks with longer licks, and a few determined strokes like this would have had me on the edge, but she seemed to sense it and she backed off, pulling her head back and watching my poor little pedicle pulsing in its helpless torment.

She looked up at me and said, 'Oh God, Chloe this is so hot,' then she bent her head and sucked gently on my lips, swirling her tongue against them as she drew them into her mouth.

My honey was trickling constantly now, and I had a deliciously squishy feeling under my bum cheeks as I created my very own oil slick on the leather sofa.

Maddy was revelling now, and she had partly pushed her bottoms down to gain access to her sex so that she could play with herself as she gorged on me. So much for being unsure...

It was her first time, but she had obviously been eaten enough times to know exactly what to do to coax me up to a peak of stimulation. Her hungry mouth was a marvel on my clit and, as always with lesbian oral sex, she could do this so well because she was feeling in her head exactly what I was feeling. It's an empathic connection.

As my climax rushed unstoppably towards me, I wanted her fingers in me and, as if by telepathy, she sensed it and slipped her middle two, deep into my aching, squeezing, yearning vagina. I was on the very brink, and she began pumping her fingers in and out rapidly, sending me soaring...

Even through the finger-fucking, she never let up on my clit. She had had her nose buried in my pubes, and her tongue went faster and faster and faster until my orgasm surged through my loins. It was an exquisitely long, sustained orgasm, and it went on and on, rising to three distinct peaks, each one accompanied by a banshee wail of ecstasy, before subsiding into little shivery jerks.

She moved up to kiss me, and we shared wet fingers again, deliciously savouring the whole cornucopia of my sexual flavours.

I took her face, her wet, smiling face, in my hands and kissed her again. 'Oh, Maddy, that was... wow. You're bloody good at that... and you seemed to like it, too.'

'Oh my fuckin God, I'm sold, Chloe. That was the hottest thing ever. I could get addicted...'

I chuckled. 'Yeh, that's a thing. I think I'm addicted.

She was still fully clothed, apart from her bottoms being a little displaced, but as befits my addiction, I wanted her pussy. 'Did you come?' I asked her.

'Very nearly, but I stopped when you came. I wanted to savour your come. Your clit is very twitchy.' She giggled a little.

I gave her what I hoped was a smouldering look. 'I want your pussy, Maddy. I want to devour you. I want you to queen me. To face-fuck the breath out of me.'

'Oh Christ, you say the darnedest things, Chloe. No one has ever sent thrills to my clit just with words before. How do you do that?'

'Just one of my talents, I guess... get up here.'

She stood up, hurriedly kicked off her shoes, and dropped her pants as I wriggled lower on the sofa until my bum was hanging over the edge. Oh God, despite my orgasm I was still as horny as hell, and I was salivating with anticipation of her mouth-watering pussy as she got onto the sofa straddling me.

She waited for me to tuck my arms between her legs, then moved up over my face. 'Oh my Go-od, why is it so much hotter to do this to a girl?' she said. 'I think I'm dripping...'

I reached out with my tongue and lapped at her dangling fleshy flaps. 'Yes, you are,' I said, smacking my lips.'

She paused, looking down at me, as if savouring the sight of my face between her legs, and I smiled, then pulled her to me by her bum cheeks.

It was a gloriously lubricious face-fuck. She didn't just sit there and let me eat her. She really fucked me, but not in a violent way. She rolled her hips, and made occasional long, languid thrusts, right up to my forehead, then back until I had a mouthful of her little patch of fuzz.

I lay there enraptured, savouring the taste of her, the sexual smell of her, and the textures of her pussy. The sublime sensuality of her flesh riding smoothly over my features. This was face-fucking deluxe.

It was wonderful for me (I love getting queened) and she was also getting a lot of salacious pleasure from it, groaning and moaning 'Oh God,' and 'Oh fuck,' over and over as she worked herself slowly up to lather of lascivious lust.

Her climax seemed to rise slowly, her pelvic gyrations gradually accelerating as her peak approached. 'Oh fuck, Chloe, I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come right in your fuckin mouth. Oh... oh... oh... So fuckin hot... oh... oh... oh... fuck yeah... fuck yeah... fuck... fuck...fuck...'

She looked down at me with a sassy, snarly face, and hissed through clenched teeth, 'Fuuuuucckk!' as she spilled over into climactic bliss and I got a sudden mouthful of super-musky orgasm juice.

Her lithe, languid pelvic dance changed abruptly to tense jerks as the climax seized every muscle in her body and she made animal noises deep in her chest. 'Ungh, ungh, ungh,' until the paroxysm passed and she relaxed.

Her full weight came down on me as she became limp. She slumped against the sofa's backrest and I lay, trying to swallow her trickling juice and breathe, as her pubic bone squashed my nose and her lips squished against mine. I loved every second of it and every drop of it.

Eventually, she realised she was smothering me, and she climbed off and sat next to me with a 'Phew, that was awesome.' I shuffled up, and we turned and kissed. Another marvellously musky Maddy kiss.

'Oh my God, this is so hot, Chloe,' she said, our faces almost touching. 'I've been doing OK on my own, and I've had some good solo Os, but nothing compares to this. Nothing.'

We had reached that high-plateau of hedonistic horniness that only lesbian sex can attain, and we just wanted to keep on fucking each other, endlessly.

'That queening was amazing. I want you to do it to me... What did you say? Face-fuck the breath out of me.'

I giggled. 'My, my, you really are into this, aren't you?'

'I am. I love it. Come on, fuck me."

Her face was slightly flushed, with an expression of sheer prurient desire, as she began to shuffle down.

'Let's do it a different way round, I said. You sit on the rug and lean back on the sofa with your head back, and I'll face your feet. It's great for tongue-fucking; you can get better penetration. Licia has a really long tongue and when we do this it's sheer heaven.'

'Oh my God Chloe, you're so fucking BAD. I love it!'

She got down on the floor and put her head back, and I knelt astride her. She was lying in the wet slick of juice we'd made on the cushion, and I sat back on my heels, squishing my wet bum cheeks on her forehead and bringing my wet lips down on her mouth. 'Ohh, fuuck' she breathed, then her tongue came out and she poked it into my entrance. It wasn't as long as Licia's, but she soon had the technique, swirling it around the edge of my opening and making lusty moans of gusto.

I had my knees super wide apart, embracing her shoulders, and she brought her arms up onto my waist and pulled me down, as if to get even deeper. In one day, she'd gone from being merely lez-curious to being a total friggin pussy-hound. She was already a sensational sexual partner.

The weekend was turning into an exhilarating experience, and yes, I know, sex two days on the trot starts to look like a relationship, and that's supposed to be a no-no in free girl world. I was caught up in her sheer fervour though. It was infectious.

I spread my lips and started circling a finger on my clit, while she continued to tongue me ardently from below. It was like two days previously, during the phone sex with Licia, except this time it wasn't just a phone screen that was catching my drips.

And she was loving it. 'Ahh, yeh, give it to me Chloe. Ah...Ah... yeh... come in my mouth... yeah... oh fuck.' Her fingers went back to her pussy and she masturbated furiously until this wave of lubricious lust carried us both to scorching climaxes.

We came almost together, both howling out our ecstasy in a long, discordant duet of mutual gratification.

I leaned back against the cushions to regain my senses, but my legs, already a little stiff from the race, were suffering so, with groan, I knelt up and stepped off the sofa, then sat down next to her. We looked at each other incredulously. Both of us knew this had been something extraordinary.

Neither of us spoke or moved for quite a while. We just sat there with our eyes closed, occasionally sighing in a blissful flood of endorphins, both holding on to the post-orgasmic euphoria.

Eventually we stirred and set about cleaning up, gathering our clothes and heading to the bathroom. This time we did shower together, but we were so sated there was nothing sexual. Well, no actual sex, anyway. We just enjoyed washing each other and exploring each other's bodies.

There were lots of mutual compliments and admiration of each other's figures and features, which reminded me a lot of when Licia and I first did this. Soaping, stroking, and savouring the sensuality of it.

We emerged and began dressing. Maddy didn't have clean knickers with her, so I loaned her a pair of mine, and soon we were on the sofa again, and finally getting ready to watch the recording of the World Cup race.

It was a tense affair. The course itself offered little challenge, apart from the fact that it was frozen and treacherous in places, and a group of 6 gradually moved clear at the front, and proved inseparable the whole race, with the lead changing hands a number of times.

This group consisted of Lucy, Leona, Annamiek, Maisie, Märta, and the Czech girl, Jana Valonova.

I always think it's interesting how riders often find a new level when they are racing on home soil. Jana would never find herself in this company normally, yet here she was, keeping up with the group for lap after lap.

I kept expecting her to be dropped at any moment, but nope, she hung on gamely. Whenever a little gap opened, she fought back with determination, much to the approval of the home crowd.

With half a lap to go, it seemed like the winner could be any one of the six. Annamiek, Leona, and Lucy had all had the lead at different points, and it looked like it might even end up in a bunch sprint -- a thing almost unheard-of in 'cross.

But then, with just a few corners left, Lucy went to the front and just imperiously applied pressure until she prised open a gap, then moved gradually away into a decisive lead. It wasn't a ferocious attack, it was just an impressive demonstration of her class.

She came home 11 seconds clear, leaving the others to fight it out for the remaining steps on the podium. 'Awesome,' said Maddy.

I suppose predictably, the other steps were occupied by Leona, and Annamiek, with Maisie getting 4th in a sprint with Märta (I know she hates 4th) and Jana trailing in a brave, exhausted 6th.

Licia was, as so often, just outside the top 10, and I got a tiny glimpse of her crossing the line before the coverage abruptly cut off.

Despite what had just happened between Maddy and me, just that brief glimpse gave me a little thrill, and I smiled to myself. I DO love her.

We were both hungry now, and I made us a late snack lunch of scrambled eggs on toast -- my favourite version, with mushrooms and lots of black pepper -- and then she began to get ready to leave.

As she put on her hat and coat and we moved towards the door, I wasn't sure what the appropriate farewell was. I was unlikely to race again on the British circuit anytime soon, so we wouldn't meet casually through racing. I didn't want this encounter to be a one-off, but I didn't think it was appropriate to arrange another "date." I decided that the best approach was to just be honest.

'This feels weird, Maddy. What just happened was intense...'

She rolled her eyes in an exaggerated way. 'Oh, Chloe, you have no idea what you've done to me.'

'I want to see you again, but I don't want it to be like we're dating or something. I already have a girlfriend who I love very much.'

She nodded slightly and looked a little sad. 'I know. If you didn't, I swear I'd be getting my claws right into you.'

I chuckled, but it was a bit of a mirthless chuckle. We were on tricky emotional ground.

There was a long awkward pause before she spoke again. 'Maybe we could arrange a bike ride sometime? We're not so far apart and I'm sure we both have great routes near our houses.'

I brightened. 'Yeh, that would be great. Lets keep in touch, anyway.'

'Yeah, let's.'

We hugged and gave each other cheek kisses, then she opened the door and headed to her car.

'See you, Chloe.'

'See you, Maddy.'

I watched her drive away, then closed the door and stood with my back to it and my eyes closed. A great sigh racked my chest. I was flooded with feelings I didn't understand.

I went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea - because tea always helps in any vexing situation -- and nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a knock at the door.

It was Mel, come to return my bikes, spares, tools etc. He was his usual cheery self as we unloaded the bikes and put them back into the garage. 'Will you be doing any more British Trophy races, Chloe?'

'No, I doubt it.' He looked disappointed. 'I'll come on a club ride soon though. I really enjoy them.'

He grinned, and I thanked him again for his help as he jumped back in the campervan and trundled off.

I returned indoors, shivering slightly, turned on the lamps, and set about lighting the fire. The house wasn't cold, but I like the atmosphere the fire gives.

It was time to text Licia. 11th place didn't seem like something to celebrate, but it wasn't a cause for commiseration either, so I just said, 'Hi babe, hope you enjoyed your race. I saw you finishing. Love the new shades.'