Maddy On The Move

This series is a spin-off from the Chloe Lyons series of cycling stories, which began with "Riding with Dirty Girls." Maddy was first introduced in "Chloe's Getting Dirty Again Part 04," so it might be best to read that series first, to get some background, or even start right at the beginning for a binge-read of stories about horny lesbian cyclists.

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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Maddy on the Move Part 2

My cousin Isy and I are, in some ways, like two peas out of the same pod. We have similar personalities, share the same sense of humour, the same taste in music, food, beer, wine, and coffee, and we're both adventurous, with a "what's the worst that can happen?" kind of attitude.

I guess you could say that, like me, she's "sporty," though she's not really a cyclist. She's more into running (says she 'can't be fussed with all the mechanical faff of bikes') but she only does it as a hobby. She has a professional job, working for our local council, and she seems quite happy doing that.

Another similarity is our tendency to think deeply about things then just say 'Right, that's what I'm doing.' Like the time she decided she was going to run the race up Scotland's highest mountain, Ben Nevis, and she did. It can look impulsive from the outside, but I know there's always been a long thought process leading up to any of her decisions.

The strange thing is, although we share all these character traits, we could hardly be more different, physically.

She's taller than me, and much more skinny, with long slender limbs and far fewer curves. She has an elegance to her though, and whenever I see her running, like when she did the recent Rothes 10k, I'm always struck by her smooth, rangey running style.

Our physical dissimilarities don't end there though. She's much paler skinned than me, and has striking blue eyes, whereas mine are a dark hazel with a hint of green. My hair, as previously mentioned, is a dense mass of tousled brunette. Hers is a fine, flyaway flaxen blonde which, to me, is beautiful.

So, we are remarkably similar in some ways, remarkably different in others. I've always had a special connection with her though. Sometimes an almost telepathic affinity. I couldn't be more in tune with her even she were my twin sister.

Anyway, there we were, in the pub, escaped from our family's Christmas do, and talking about my recent turning, or enlightenment, when there was a sudden seismic shift in our conversation and the vibe between us. A totally unexpected lesbian undercurrent sprang up, and I was... shocked, I suppose.

I was brought face to face with the very real fact that I found my cousin sexually attractive and, even more shocking, the very real fact that sex between us was suddenly a possibility.

I returned from the bar with drinks, sat down, and looked at her. Those blue eyes suddenly looked different. Her pupils were huge. We both knew, intuitively, that some orphic force was at work, drawing us together like two magnets being brought into close proximity -- Click.

We gazed at each other. 'I feel like something happened, Isy.'

'I felt it too.'

'But it can't happen. It shouldn't happen. You're my cousin.'

'Does it matter? It's not like you're going to get me pregnant, is it?'

'No, but even so...'

'I don't care about that, Maddy.'

'Do you want it to happen?' I asked, fixing her with an intense gaze.

She matched my gaze, just as intensely. 'I do, do you?'

I nodded, and there was a brief pause.

'Well, are we going to do something about it then?' she turned her palms upward and I gave a nervous little chuckle.

'Yes, let's.'

We stood up and grabbed our coats.

As we walked along the windswept esplanade, she took my hand and smiled at me, and it felt so utterly and completely different to being picked up by a guy for sex, which has happened to me a few times, and always made me feel soiled, somehow.

'Isn't it funny that we'd both been thinking about a lezzy experiment?' she said.

'Yeh, I s'pose it is.' I smiled.

'And then this opportunity arrived, just by chance.'

'Yeah...'

'Even weirder, I'd never thought it would be with you, Maddy. I mean, you're my cousin, and all that. But now it's happening, I can't think of anyone I'd rather do it with.' She squeezed my hand, and I leaned over to kiss her cheek.

I was still a bit unsure whether, when we actually got into my bed and became physically intimate, it would suddenly feel weird and wrong. We'd been close since we were kids, but we were cousins. Sex between us? What would that feel like? We were about to find out.

When we got in, the central heating had gone off, so the flat wasn't exactly toasty. I quickly turned it back on again, but I said, 'Let's get into bed to warm up.'

We went through to the bedroom, hurriedly stripped and jumped under the duvet, very giggly. It reminded me of a time when we were kids and we made a tent out of a sheet and pretended we were camping out on the top of a mountain.

We snuggled down, facing each other, and I put my hand on her slender hip. We couldn't really see each other in the darkness, but I felt her breath on my face and I found her lips and kissed her. It felt good. Not sexual, but a soft affectionate kiss, and she returned it. We had a lovely little smooch, and I could feel my heart rate rising.

'Do you still want to do this?' I said.

'Absolutely. I decided back in the pub, this is what I want.'

I moved my hand slowly up her side and brought it to the subtle swell of her breast, and I gently thumbed her erect nipple, which felt firm and tightly crinkled, a bit like Chloe's actually.

This felt quite different to being in bed with Chloe though. With Chloe I was the novice, and There's was something both daunting and exciting about her, with her vast experience and massive libido, showing me everything. Introducing me to all the many joys of lesbian sex. It was like being with an older woman, even though she's actually a couple of years younger.

Now though, with Isy, I was the teacher. I was expected to lead. Even though my own experience was minimal, I had already learned a lot from Chloe. She'd given me a crash course, really.

And the vibe was different. There was a special fizz of excitement that came from being with Isy. She was my cousin. We'd played together for years at various family get-togethers, and now we were indulging in a whole new kind of play time. It felt naughty, a little taboo even, and that gave it a certain buzz.

I kissed her slender neck, while still fondling her tit, and she let out a wheezy little sigh, and rolled slowly into her back, submitting to me.

I imposed myself a little more, and kissed my way down towards her boobs, while moving my hand back down over her waist, to the crease where her already open leg joined her body.

Apart from her nipples, she felt different to Chloe. Much less toned and thewy, her body felt softer, almost fragile, and of course she was much more supine, far less active. Just lying there letting me do what I wanted to her. This was all brand new though, I suspected her demeanour would change as she gained confidence.

For now, she was just soaking up my attention, and I brought my lips to her nipple and sucked, softly. Just enough to pull the tip into my mouth where my tongue could swirl around it, making it slippery with my saliva. She moaned, a wonderfully plaintive yet sexual moan.

I'd never heard her make that sound before, and I got a little kick out of coaxing it from her. Things were warming up nicely, and to my great relief it didn't feel a weird at all. Quite the reverse actually. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to make love to her.

She lay, sighing and moaning, as I tongued and teased her nipples, and I moved my hand to her mons and felt her thin fuzz of curly hair. I liked it. I'm not really a fan of the shaved look. I wondered if it was as blonde as the hair on her head. I imagined it was.

With a little frisson of excitement, I slipped my middle two fingers down into the fleshy groove of her pussy, spreading her wonderfully soft lips, and my mouth watered as I encountered her wet slippery inner flesh. She was clearly very turned on already. As was I. My own sexual secretions felt delightfully squishy between my legs.

I dipped my fingertips into her entrance, stretching the skin there just slightly, teasing her, then slid them up between her oily labia to anoint her clit with them. Her clit felt completely exposed, and it was hot and firm under my fingertip as I rolled it round and round.

'Mmm, Maddy, your fingers are so soft and gentle,' she murmured, '... and your lips... ohhh...' I think she was enjoying it.

Without realising it, I was following Chloe's steps. Introducing her to lesbian sex gently, bit by bit. First the kissing, then the boob love, then the fingers, then the oral. Four steps to heaven.

Of course, receiving was only the first stage. Once I'd taken her to heaven, she'd have to reciprocate, and I was really looking forward to that.

It was time for oral.

Having your pussy eaten should be familiar to all but the most deprived of women, but I was amazed how different it felt when Chloe first did it to me. Having a female mouth on your pussy is just something else. A female face is so much softer, a female tongue so much more empathic, and female lips so much more tender and sensual.

I hoped it would be the same revelation to Isy as it had been to me as I kissed my way down her amazingly flat, lean stomach to her little curly thatch.

All this was taking place under the covers, and by feel alone, and I think that made it even more sensuous. With the absence of visual stimulus, other senses were heightened. The all-enveloping aroma of hot, wanting woman, and the incomparable feeling of her skin and flesh on my lips, tongue, nose.

As I kissed her silky pubes, she giggled. 'Are you really going to do that to me, Maddy?' Are you really going to eat my fucking pussy?'

'You bet I am,' I said, 'as long as you return the favour...'

'Oo, OK then...'

'Having fun so far?' I asked.

'Mmm, better than fun...'

I slipped two fingers back into her, then began teasing her clit with my tongue while sliding my fingers back and forth, slowly and gently. Her clit felt just as hot and tumid in my tongue as it had on my fingertip, and the heat and scent of her were head-swimming. I was definitely becoming addicted to pussy.

'Oh, that's... Oohh, fuck Maddy. Don't stop doing that.'

So I didn't. I just increased the rhythm of my fingers, and turned my head to the side to lash her clit with the side of my tongue until her moans and groans rose in desperation as her orgasm built.

My tongue went faster and faster and my fingers curled to tease her spot until her climax became unstoppable... 'Oh, oh, oh, Maddy, oh, oh, ohhh...'

She came in a dribbly mess of orgasm juice, and I pulled my fingers out slightly and caught some of her honey in the palm of my hand. Then, as she calmed, I lapped at it with a lascivious gusto. Elixir.

I moved up to lay next to her and she turned her head to kiss me, and what a divine kiss it was. A mélange of tongues, saliva, pussy, and fruit-flavoured lipstick, and so, so lesbian. She sighed, and I could feel her bliss and rapture radiating from her. What a wonderful feeling, to be part of this.

My arousal was soaring. I was aching for her to make love to me, but I knew she may have some hesitation or trepidation. After all, this was her first time. Just lying and being pleasured was one thing, but getting active was quite another.

I deepened the kiss, trying to make it more insistent, more carnal, and I brought my hand up to caress her breast again, trying to press her lezzy lust buttons.

She moaned, and her hand swept up over my bum cheek to my waist and pulled me tighter against her. That's it Isy, show me that you want me. I brought my leg up across her body so that my thigh was pressing down on her stomach, and I ground my pubes against her hip. She moaned again. The temperature was on the rise once more.

I didn't want to overwhelm her, but my desire was taking over now and I broke the kiss and moved up, pushing the duvet down, and brought my breasts close to her face. I'm not what you'd call busty, but my boobs are nice and plump, and I pressed forward, squishing my tit into her face until she latched onto my nipple and started suckling. Now you're getting the idea.

I'm certain she'd never sucked a woman's breast before, but she had no trouble sending exquisite electric shocks to my clit as she twirled and sucked and nibbled. My pussy was oozing with desire now, my lips smearing my cream onto her skin as I continued to gently fuck her hip.

She suddenly pulled back from my tit and said 'I can feel your wetness. I want to taste it.' Her eyes glimmered with lust in the half light and before I could move up she began to wriggle down, down into the hot steamy cave under the duvet and the moist, sultry place between my legs.

I remained lying half on my belly, with one leg drawn up, and she lifted my leg slightly as she wriggled under it. Then she kissed it. The inside of my thigh. Oh fuck I love that. How did she know? Maybe it's something she loves too?

She kissed her way up towards my yearning pussy, and she made an 'Mm mmm,' sound as she got there. I must have been a wet mess down there, surely a daunting prospect for a brand new lesbian, but she seemed eager to experience it.

I felt her nose pressing up against my fleshy clit hood, and her tongue slipping between my lips, and I turned more towards her, pressing her into the bed with my hairy mons against her forehead as she lapped at me, hungrily, making sounds of pleasure as she did so.

I loved this feeling; my face was buried in the pillow, my tits squished under me, and I had a soft sensitive mouth eating my pussy delectably. Wonderful.

I liked having her trapped under me, and I bore down more heavily on her, squirming my hips and grinding her into the mattress mercilessly. Maybe I'm more of a domme than I realised.

She seemed to love it though, and she brought her fingers into play, slipping them into me as she continued to tongue me feverishly, and I continued to squash her head into the bed.

God this was so horny. The ache in my pussy, in fact my whole pelvic core, was a heavenly flame of sexual pleasure, and my orgasm, when it inevitably came, was a surging rush of adrenaline and endorphins. A soaring arc of bliss.

Isy turned her head to one side as my little spurt of liquid pleasure dribbled into her mouth, and she gasped. 'Ohh fuck, Maddy, you're so wet... God almighty, there's so much of it...'

I lay twitching for a few moments, making little involuntary 'oh' sounds, then I rolled off her to lay on my back. I could feel my slippery juices squishing between my arse cheeks as my pussy continued to dribble in its aftermath.

She crawled up, wearing a euphoric smile, and threw herself on top of me. She kissed me, strongly and confidently, then said. 'Mmm, pussy flavoured kisses. I love em.'

'You seem to have enjoyed yourself,' I observed.

'Mmm, yes I have.'

She threw herself on her back and sighed, happily. 'I can't believe we did this, Maddy. Just can't believe it.'

'Yeh, unexpected or what?'

'Completely. Fucking my lesbian cousin. How naughty.' We chuckled.

'I thought it might feel weird, but I loved it.'

'Yeah, me too. So different to "normal" sex.' She made air quotes with her fingers.

'Yeh, absolutely. I'm never going back there.'

She looked pensive. 'I was with a guy once. We'd been together for a couple of months. I was on my period and he wanted sex, so I told him I was currently cursed, and I'd rather not. Then he demanded what he called "back door access."'

I pulled a face. 'What did you say?'

'I told him to fuck right off, of course. "Can you not wait a few days," I said. He tried to make out that I was "irresistible," but that wasn't what it was about. It was all about him, his cock, and his pleasure. I was just a thing to use.'

'Later, after I'd dumped him, I heard he told someone I was "frigid." Frigid! Because I didn't want anal sex on my period! Well fuck you, Jimmy.'

I shook my head. You're a long long way from frigid, Isy. In fact I'd say you're fucking red hot!'

She chuckled. 'Anyway, I'm glad we did this, Maddy. I loved it.' She turned and kissed my cheek, then took my hand and we lay there, side by side for a while, just thinking.

'Wonder what the family will think, the two of us just disappearing from the do like that?' I pondered.

'Well, I doubt they'd for a second suspect what actually happened...'

We cackled. 'Nooo, I doubt that very much.'

After a while, she said, 'Can we do it again?'

'What, now?'

'Noo, in the future.'

'Of course we can.'

'Come to think of it though, what's wrong with now...?

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I'd planned to spend Christmas alone. I'm not afflicted by loneliness, and I actually enjoy a quiet time by myself, but instead I spent it with Isy.

We stayed at my flat for a bit, then moved to her house, just enjoying some easy companionship, and some wonderful lesbian sex. We both knew this wasn't going to lead to anything; we were just indulging our new-found Sapphic libidos, and it was wonderful.

I also introduced her to watching some cyclocross, which she seemed to enjoy, but I didn't draw attention to Chloe, or mention the other gay girls. She's not daft though. She knew my first lesbian experience had been with a cyclist and she put two and two together.'

'So was your lesbian turning with one of these girls?'

I nodded.

'Can I guess?'

I nodded.

'Chloe Lyons.'

'What...? Why would you pick her?'

'She's British.'

'Yeh, but she's not the only Brit...'

'No, but you kinda go into a trance whenever she's on the screen.'

'Dammit...' I exclaimed, 'There are no secrets with you around, are there?'

'You don't need to worry Maddy, I won't tell a soul... Pretty high-profile, though, isn't she? And pretty hot, too. Well done you.'

'I laughed. She's not some kind of trophy, Isy.'

'Well, she is, kinda. What's she like? Is she a good fuck!'

'Hey, don't be naughty... And the truth is I've nothing to compare her to.'

'Well, you have now. Me.'

'Stop it. I'm not doing that. You're both fantastic. There. Happy now?'

She just smirked. She's a mare.

I returned home on the 28th, but we arranged to meet up again on the 31st for New Year's party at her local pub.

On the 30th I was sitting in front of the TV, watching Chloe win the floodlit night cross at Diegem, and I started thinking. Could she, and her Belgian friends, really get me onto the World Tour? It suddenly dawned on me what a huge change that would be. It would mean way more travelling, a doubling, or even more, of my salary, and a massive increase in my social circle, not to mention the vast sexual opportunities. It was beyond exciting.

The New Year party was good. I hadn't been in that pub before, it being way up at the northern end of town, but it was a great do. I met some of Isy's friends, trying not to assess them all sexually, and got so drunk that anything sexual would have been a miracle anyway.

Someone phoned a taxi for me at 1 am but I fell asleep on the back seat during the 8 minute journey and the driver had to wake me. Luckily, he was a kindly sort of guy.

Snow was falling heavily as I stumbled out of the cab, and he said, 'You OK, lass? D'ye need some help?'