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 3

'Maddy, you've turned into a complete pussy-hound, girl. It's ridiculous.'

I was lying bed, and giving myself a serious talking to. I'd woken up horny AGAIN, and indulged in half an hour of lovely morning masturbation, just savouring the feel of my hot, hungry pussy. Deliciously decadent.

I lay with my eyes closed, thinking back to Licia's tongue, spearing deep into the core of me, and twirling like a serpent. It really is an extraordinary tongue, and I tried to simulate its gyrations with my fingers. Swirling them round, stretching my flesh, tugging on my clit, and I came. Twice.

It was when I was salaciously licking my orgasm juice off my fingers that I suddenly thought about the changes that had come over me. I used to masturbate a couple of times a week, maybe three if I was especially horny, but now, I was doing it daily. EVERY SINGLE DAY. Often more than once.

I was enjoying it more as well. An all-consuming lascivious lust would seize me and I would disappear into an autosexual world of wet orgasms. Wonderfully messy and lubricious.

And it was all because of one thing: My embracing of lesbianism. A few short weeks before, I had been toying with the idea of a tentative lezzy experiment. Now, I'd had sex with Chloe numerous times, spent an incredible Christmas fucking my cousin Isy, and just a couple of days ago, had my first lesbian threesome with Chloe and her girlfriend Licia, and been introduced to that amazing tongue.

It had been a journey into an unimagined sexual paradise, really, and it had fired my libido into the stratosphere. I was sexually soaring like never before. I felt like I'd been lying dormant and had finally woken up.

That morning, after I'd enjoyed my multi-orgasmic get-off session, I marvelled at the changes in me, and just how voraciously I'd immersed myself in lesbian sex and the pleasure of pussy. I was literally lapping it up.

Was it a bad thing? I wondered. Was I becoming some weirdo sex addict? Was it unhealthy, even? Noo. I decided I was enjoying it so much I didn't give a damn anyway. I bounced out of bed and into the shower.

It wasn't just a sexual explosion, either. My cycling was undergoing a revolution too. I was training like a demon, setting new PBs (personal bests) for all my regular training routes, and racing at a significantly higher level. I mean, a podium at the British Championships. I was flying.

It was partly down to a physical change, and partly a mental thing, though I know they are interdependent. As I started to perform better, my motivation went up and I started to train more like Chloe, with seriously high intensity sessions, combined with endurance rides, like the one to the Devil's Beef Tub. It seemed to be paying dividends and, just as importantly, I was enjoying it more.

So, I was riding high as I packed for my flight to Spain with Chloe and Licia. I was more sexually satisfied than I'd ever been, riding better than I ever had, and I was about to be immersed in the cyclocross World Cup, meet Molly, Marianne, Fanny, and the free girls. Could my life get any better?

I met up with Chloe and Licia at the airport and we flew to Alicante then took a bus to Benidorm.

Throughout the journey, we chatted easily about allsorts of subjects, and it was amazingly congenial. It was extraordinary how well we got along. I know they are the couple, and me merely an outsider, but it never felt like that. We were a trio. That old saying about three-way friendships not working certainly wasn't true in our case.

When we got off the bus, we separated and headed to our hotels, arranging to meet up later at a bar called the Yellow Submarine (strange name for a bar in Spain) which Chloe said was the social hub of the weekend.

It was a shame we were all in separate hotels, but they were all fairly close together at least. Mine was called El Cuco ("the cuckoo") which I thought was a little funny, since I was kind of a cuckoo in Chloe and Licia's nest. Not an unwelcome cuckoo though, I hoped.

The room was comfortable, and I lay on the bed and had a little siesta before heading for the Yellow Submarine, or "the Sub," as everyone seemed to call it.

I found it on the map -- not too far away - and set off walking, wearing trainers and my favourite yellow Zara shorts (which hadn't had an outing for months). Well, I thought they'd match the Sub.

Halfway there, I spotted a familiar, curvy, sturdy figure walking ahead of me and I broke into a jog to catch her up. 'Hey, Licia.'

She turned with a grin. 'Hi Maddy.' She was also wearing shorts, and we both remarked on the brilliant weather. It was almost 8 pm and still around 15 degrees. Nothing like Scotland in January.

We arrived at the Sub, and it was already buzzing, with a crowd outside as well as in, and some across the road under some palm trees. My eyes were everywhere, trying to recognise World Cup riders, but it was difficult because everyone looks completely different without their cycling helmets and glasses. Even when they appear on the podium they are still invariably wearing a beanie hat or a cap.

Here they all were, with their hair on full display, and I was struck by what great hair some of them had. No helmet hair here.

I had mine in a loose, low ponytail, and I suppose I must have looked pretty different too. Not that any of these girls would recognise me, anyway.

Licia spotted her team mates Nisa Amesta and Kat Bohringer and she took me over to meet them. These two were not the biggest stars but, like me they had been prominent in their national championships. Kat was Austrian champion, and Nisa had finished runner up in the Spanish to Carmen Odara. I felt proud to be able to say I was third in the British.

They were friendly and welcoming, and I felt my nerves calming a little, like I was really starting to believe I belonged in this company.

Chloe arrived and there were hugs and kisses all round. I wasn't certain, but I didn't think Nisa and Kat were 'free girls.' At least, I hadn't heard Chloe or Licia talk about them as such.

We talked about the next day's race and Nisa said it had rained during the week, making the course a little wet and muddy. This seemed to surprise Chloe, and I could sense her excitement at the prospect of the course being a little more to her liking.

I think all of us from northern Europe think we go better in muddy conditions, but Chloe really didn't need mud to win. She could win in ANY conditions.

She suddenly broke into a beaming grin, and waved to someone, and I looked and saw Molly, Fanny, and Marianne approaching. This was my first time meeting them, and my nerves were instantly back.

I knew from Chloe's descriptions that they were all taller than average, and all striking in their own ways, but all three together... Wow, what an imposing trio. Many heads turned to look at them, and our conversation was stopped in its tracks as they approached. Even Kat and Nisa seemed overawed, but that was probably mostly to do with Molly's legendary status as a cyclist.

I couldn't believe these three were all gay and that Chloe had been to bed with all of them, maybe even all at the same time. My imagination was running riot.

Molly was the tallest of the three, slender yet shapely, with an effortless poise. Her spiky black hair contrasted sharply with her pale skin, and her grey-blue eyes held a certain sultriness. I thought she must be hot stuff in bed.

Fanny was her partner. She was older, and her face had lines that betrayed that, but she was still good-looking, and I liked the natural look of her greying hair, which was quite short. A jumble of loose curls.

Marianne was only a few months into her lesbian journey but, judging by Chloe's accounts, she was embracing it as if making up for lost time. I knew what that felt like.

She was quite busty, like Fanny, and was what you might call "big boned," but that sounds a very unflattering way to describe someone as shapely as her. She was just a size or two bigger... Which also sounds unflattering. She looked sexy to me, anyway.

She seemed genuinely interested in me - as a rider I mean, not sexually, although I wasn't ruling that out -- and we made an arrangement to meet up and go to talk to some team managers the next day, after the race.

After a few minutes, she excused herself and went to look for Tif Maes, who was apparently her new love-interest, and I turned my interest back to the others.

'Come on,' said Licia, 'let's introduce you to some free girls.'

'Oo, yes please. How exciting,' I said.

Molly and Fanny didn't join us, but Chloe and Licia took me on a tour of the place and introduced me to 8 or 9 of the free girls, some of whom I knew by name, and it was interesting and exciting to meet, in the flesh, women who Chloe had told me SO much about.

The fact that I knew of some of their sexual exploits, and that they were, theoretically, all possible and potential future playmates, was quite a heady experience. My God, how libertine and loose was this? Fantastic.

Of all these wonderfully wanton women, one stood out though; Carmen. She was already a bit of an icon of mine, with her endless smiles, her golden skin and her unmissable bustiness, but now I got to see her up close and personal, and I was dazzled.

She was smiling very slightly as Chloe introduced me, but her dark, intense eyes were scanning me, reading me, appraising me, and her gaze gave me chills. 'Are you doing the race?' she asked, making small talk while she was clearly seeing me naked. I felt naked, I WANTED to be naked.

'N-No,' I stammered, 'I'm just here to check out some teams... I'm looking for a place... Chloe's friend Marianne has offered to help me...'

'Are you and Chloe old friends,' she probed.

'No, quite new, actually...' I trailed off before I started telling her how we actually met.

Licia stepped in, and she was typically mischievous. 'Chloe and I have been getting to know Maddy better recently,' she said, giving Carmen a suggestive look, 'we've become... closer.' A flicker of a smile crossed her lips.

'Nice,' said Carmen, raising one eyebrow.

Lauren, Magi and Marlen were watching this exchange, and I felt like I was in a spotlight. I could feel myself going red, but Carmen saved my blushes when she suddenly broke into a bedazzling smile and said, 'Welcome, Maddy, it will be good to bring you into our little bunch,.' I could tell by her look that she meant both the cyclocross peloton, and the free girls.

We moved away and went to sit with Molly and Fanny, but I could still see Carmen, and I just couldn't stop myself looking back in her direction, over and over.

'Wow, Carmen is hot, isn't she?' I said.

'Yes she is,' said Chloe with a knowing smile.

'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.'

This was so thrilling. I couldn't really concentrate on the chat because Carmen was so distracting, and she kept looking across at me too. I could tell she was enjoying my attention. I suppose I was new, and potentially a free girl, so that made me interesting.

I actually felt kind of forlorn when, after about half an hour, she and her team mates left. She did give me a little wave though.

As 10 o'clock approached, we all started to make a move towards our beds, and we said our goodbyes and headed for our hotels. Licia actually walked part of the way with me, because her hotel was in the same direction, and she said 'Looked like Carmen made a bit of an impression tonight.'

'O God, was it that obvious?'

'Well yeh... It was a two-way thing though. You were both making eyes.'

'Really? Do you think so?'

'Yeah, sure. You're highly-honoured. Carmen has never shown that much interest in me.'

We shared a cheek kiss and I continued to El Cuco, with a wonderful little buzz of excitement. It felt like a whole new world was opening its doors to me.

The next morning, I had a very leisurely breakfast. I hadn't made any arrangements to meet up with the others until after the race. I knew that Chloe liked to keep distractions to a minimum before a race, and this race would have some extra pressure, so I thought it best to leave her alone until later.

The previous year, she'd punctured on the last lap, after the pits, when she was in the lead, and had to run to the finish, losing half a dozen places. A real scunner. To add to that, in her recent race at Zonhoven she'd also lost the lead almost within sight of the finish, due to a small mistake, and Carmen had taken full advantage.

So, redemption for the previous year, and revenge on Carmen for Zonhoven would both be high on her priority list. But this was Carmen's home race, the crowd would be right behind her, and all the signs were that she was on top form. Chloe had it all to do, really, but despite my bedazzlement by Carmen, I was firmly behind Chloe for this one.

The race wasn't until 1:15 pm so, after breakfast, I lay on my hotel bed and watched the video of Zonhoven, so I could relive the battle they'd had, and the finish, and the podium, where they'd had a bit of fun; Carmen pretended to hand the winner's trophy to Chloe, who firmly refused it, but then she pretended to toss the runner-up trophy away. It was a typical bit of visual joshing between those two, and it made me smile. They both have the most infectious of smiles.

Midday saw me sat in a pavement cafe enjoying a coffee in the sunshine, then I idled my way over to the race venue, which was in a park, close to the centre of town.

I spent a few minutes, spying out some good watching spots, and the positions of the big screens, so that I could watch the action even when I couldn't see it "live." There was a carnival atmosphere, and both Carmen and Chloe had fans out in force, with banners and signs showing their smiling faces. I felt the buzz of excitement building within me.

Because Lucy van Barle was absent with an injury, all the focus was on Chloe and Carmen, but Annamiek Wolf, the European Champion, was racing, and she'd certainly want to make things difficult for them, as would Tif Maes, who had been a top rider not so long before and who was still capable of springing a surprise.

I positioned myself near the start initially, and watched the leading riders being introduced. Chloe looked deceptively relaxed and smiley, while Carmen was more serious than I'd ever seen her. C'mon Carmen, where are those dazzling teeth?

This was my first time at a World Cup race, and the level of glitz and glam was quite a contrast to the races I was used to: Front row riders introduced individually, virtually the whole course lined by barriers emblazoned with advertising, continuous commentary over the PA, six giant TV screens dotted around the course, a camera drone, huge, huge crowds, and sunshine! This was nothing like the Brit champs at Newcastle.

I watched them tear away from the start and into the first corner and Carmen made her intentions clear by taking an emphatic holeshot, with Annamiek determinedly on her tail and Chloe just behind, keeping it under control.

I turned to watch the big screen, and it was clear that Carmen was on a charge, immediately pulling Annamiek and Chloe clear of the chasing field.

Before half a lap was done, on the main uphill, there was a vicious flurry of attacks and counter-attacks by Annamiek and Carmen, with Chloe sitting just adrift, watching. She's not stupid, Chloe. She knew it was to early for that.

The drone footage as they hurtled through the trees on the descent was dizzying, and they kept up their crushing pace, straight past the pits, over the planks, and into the final couple of hairpins before the finish straight.

The lap was going to be done in less than 8 minutes, and I turned back to the course to watch them pass. I gave Chloe a shout, but it was probably downed out in the general cacophony.

There was a long gap before the first three chasers came into the straight, led by Tif, then another gap before the main field started pouring through. It was looking like the podium was already decided, but there would be battle royal to decide the order of the leading three.

I walked over to the pits to observe Chloe's Team Lyon at work. Molly, Fanny and Marianne are legendary for doing lightning fast, silky smooth bike changes, and I was looking forward to seeing it close up. A few teams did changes, and they looked impressive enough to me, but I had to wait until lap 4 before Chloe came in for a change.

She had been sharing the lead with Annamiek and Carmen for three laps, with only a couple of tentative, probing attacks, but on lap 4, they were still locked together. I was surprised therefore when she came in unilaterally for a change, while the other two stayed out. She either had a puncture, or she was just feeling supremely confident. Turned out it was the latter.

The bike change was a thing of beauty. Molly and Marianne were like purpose-made robots, their movements clipped, efficient and perfectly timed, and Chloe's transition was fluid. As she jumped off the dirty bike, Marianne pulled it clear and passed it to Fanny, and Chloe was onto the clean bike almost instantly as Molly released it. I bet she only stopped pedalling for about three or four seconds.

She emerged, not far adrift of the leading duo, and set about regaining contact, but a decisive incident was about to occur.

I turned to the big screen to see Carmen and Annamiek collide at the apex of a hairpin. It wasn't obvious who was at fault, but Annamiek clearly thought it was Carmen. As they got to their feet, she had a temper tantrum, and lashed out with a vicious, flat-hands push. She's quite a bit bigger and stronger, and Carmen was sent sprawling like a rag doll. Uh ohh... a chorus of boos rang out around the whole park.

Chloe slipped through into the lead, and the other two remounted their bikes and gave chase, but it was obvious that Annamiek would be disqualified after violent behaviour like that.

Sure enough, in seconds a caption appeared on the screen: "A. Wolf - DSQ" and she was pulled from the race. There were three laps left, and it now looked like a straightforward duel between Chloe and Carmen. Chloe had a scant few seconds advantage, and there was a huge upswing in excitement among the crowd as Carmen's chase back began.

I hurried over to the sandpit while trying to keep an eye on the screens, and I was dismayed to see the gap was coming down. From 7 seconds, down to 5, then 4. Come on Chloe.

The sandpit was a good place to watch, and to give her a shout; The riders approached through a waterlogged section and then made a 90-degree left turn, and I positioned myself so I would be facing her as she came to the bend.

I kept an eye on the screen, until she was near, then turned to face the course. There she was, slicing through the water like a speedboat, scattering spray, and I leaned over the barrier with fists clenched, and WILLED her to make eye-contact as I let out my loudest ever 'GOOO CHLOE!!' She definitely saw, and heard, me.