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 4

Oh my God. Isy's pretty blonde head between my thighs, those pale blue eyes gazing up at me as she tongued my fleshy wet lips. Oh my God. Impossible.

Sometimes I was still having flashes of disbelief when we fucked. She's my cousin. My familiarity with her is absolute, ever since my earliest childhood memories. But now we were 25 and 26 and here we were, indulging in the hottest and lewdest lesbian sex, and that just sometimes seemed impossible and unbelievable.

Almost a month had passed since our first fuck, and we'd been having sex fairly regularly all that time. We were loving it, and we were getting more confident and more adventurous all the time. Experimenting. Feeling our way through this carnal wonderland we'd discovered.

Making that giant stride into lesbian sex with Chloe had truly lit my fire, and that first Sapphic tryst with me had done the same for Isy. We were aflame with lust and passion, and it was wonderful.

She suddenly stopped eating me and looked up at me with eyes that gleamed with prurient lust. 'Oh, fuck, I love doing this. Why didn't we do this years ago, Maddy?' She looked at my sex, slightly cross-eyed, and said, 'I love eating your pussy, Mad. It's gorgeous and addictive...'

I was loving it too, but I didn't want to talk about it right then. I was building an orgasm. 'Less talking, more tonguing,' I said, and I thrust my hips forward insistently.

There was a little muffled chuckle from her, then her tongue went back to work. For a relatively new lesbian, she was very good at eating pussy, but then, I don't think women have to go through much of a learning curve when it comes to knowing how to please another woman.

I moved forward, bringing my bumhole to her tongue (she seems to really like that) then back, to offer my clit for her attention (I really like that) then forward again, smearing her face with my dribbling love juice.

She was spoiled for choice; squeeze her tongue between my bum cheeks, flick it over my hard little button, or dip it deep into my vag.

Ever since experiencing Licia's transcendent tongue, I have had a predilection for that, so after a while, I just sat my hole directly on her mouth and enjoyed her eager efforts to tongue-fuck me.

I love queening. I like being queened too, but less so. I guess I'm becoming a bit of a domme. I love the feeling of power. The sensation of being in control. Just taking my pleasure.

It was never like this with men. Yes, I've come across men (literally!) who seemed to like it, but there's something about having a pretty face buried in your snatch that is just sheer magic, and nothing feels like smooth feminine cheeks and a soft feminine mouth. Tender lips on tender lips. Mm mmm.

She brought me to the boil deliciously slowly, loving the wetness of my orgasm, as she always does, and I returned the favour, licking and fingering her into the stratosphere as she lay twitching and moaning adorably.

Afterwards, we lay talking, and she asked me that question again. 'Why didn't we do it years ago?'

'I don't know, maybe we were too busy being "normal," I said, flippantly while doing air quotes with my fingers.

'When we were younger, were you ever curious?' she asked.'

I pondered for a minute. 'Errm, not sure. Maybe a little... A couple of times. Were you?'

'Yeh, sometimes. D'you remember that time we flashed each other at the swimming baths?'

'Yeh, we did it more than once. That was naughty, wasn't it?' I smiled at the memory.

'Oh God, I was so horny that day, Maddy, but the funny thing is, I never thought of it as a lesbian thing. I just thought we were very horny girls. I guess the signs were there though, weren't they?'

'I suppose they were, now I come to think about it.'

'Glad we got there in the end because it's just bloody brilliant,' she beamed.

It was now late January, and I'd invited her over to watch the World Championship cyclocross race. She was now fully aware of my relationship with Chloe and Licia, and even my recent threesome with Mavi and Carmen.

I told her about the latter on the phone and she said, 'Oh my God that's so fucking hot, Maddy... You know, I'm masturbating at the thought of it, don't you?

'Let me join you,' I said.

So we both sat there, on our phones, hands in our knickers, and had a great little mutual masturbation session as I told her all the about it, making sure I put in lots of lurid detail.

'Oh God, Maddy, I love it when you talk dirty.'

Anyway, as I said, I'd invited her over to watch the World Champs race. Since she watched the Gavere World Cup race with me during our Christmas holidays, she had started watching every cyclocross race with a new interest.

'I've never been much into bike racing as you know, Maddy, but now that I know about the free girls and what they get up to, I find it much more interesting...'

She'd watched me race to the podium at the British Champs, and I'd told her about Licia and her playful teasing in the changing rooms. It had reminded me a bit of that naughty day at the swimming baths, actually, but this time it had led on to a most sublime threesome the next morning at Chloe's house.

Isy was agog when I told her the story of the threesome, 'Oh my God, Maddy, that's so naughty... and so horny too. I'd love to experience that.'

'Well, Chloe doesn't live so far away. It's not beyond the realms of possibility.' I said.

And now, we were preparing to watch Chloe defend her world title in Heijdevelden, in The Netherlands. The race only started in the afternoon, but I'd invited Isy over early so that we could have a little playtime before the race, which we did, very enjoyably.

After the sex, we were hungry, so we collaborated on making some club sandwiches for a late lunch, then settled on the sofa just before the race start.

When the coverage started, it looked a sunny day, but the commentators were talking about heavy rain in the days before, and the course being very wet and muddy. They weren't wrong. In fact, it looked like a mudbath to rival the Brit Champs, and that's saying something.

It was a crazy course too, with a meandering uphill start/finish (surely not UCI legal) a bridge with mud-covered ramps, two crossings of a deep stream valley called De Kloof (the chasm), and a huge flight of concrete steps, known as "The Stairway to Heaven."

In the muddy conditions, it looked like being tricky to say the least. Still, if anyone was equal to such a course it was Chloe.

It turned out that tricky was definitely an understatement.

The bookies pre-race favourite was Lucy van Barle, but that was only because she was Dutch and thus on home ground. She'd be formidable, for sure, but my favourite was still Chloe, of course.

The small field lined up for the start, all in national colours with the orange of The Netherlands most prominent. There were no individual introductions, but I could easily pick out Chloe in the middle of the front row, and Licia to the right-hand side of row 2. The crowd counted down the last few seconds and they were off!

It was carnage from the start; as the field swept into the first corner and onto the bridge with ramps there was an almighty pile-up with bikes and bodies everywhere. Some bikes even flew over the barrier. If this were Formula 1, it would probably have brought a restart, but not in cyclocross.

Only a small group emerged without falling, and those behind were held up by the pile of fallen bikes and riders.

Chloe was among the group ahead (phew) as was Lucy, and Licia had managed to negotiate the wreckage and was a little way back, but leading contenders like Carmen, Annamiek, Leona, and Tif had all gone down.

The leading group looked a bit shocked, and the pace was quite sedate as they meandered through the first set of twists and turns. Chloe and Lucy were the class of this group, but neither of them seemed keen to make a move.

The coverage cut to riders behind who were up and chasing, including Carmen and Tif, but it wasn't long before the cameras were on Carmen, in the pits, climbing off her bike and limping away. Oh, no, I thought, shaking my head. 'Oof,' said Isy.

The leaders were coming to the first passage of De Kloof now, and Chloe went into the lead as they approached, obviously knowing it's the safest place to be if you think others might fall.

A couple of the group did fall, but Chloe's technique was impeccable, and she emerged from the chasm with a small gap over Lucy.

She repeated the same technique on the second crossing and opened the gap slightly. She was impressive to watch, and Isy said, 'Wow, she's pure class.'

The next section was gently downhill. Chloe seemed to take it easy and Lucy fought back and rejoined her. I had the distinct impression that Chloe wasn't too fussed at this point. She had Lucy's measure through De Kloof, and I suspected she had something in reserve.

Annamiek, Tif and Leona we're all back on their bikes and chasing, but the time gaps were significant and with Lucy and Chloe looking so strong it seemed a forlorn chase really.

Meanwhile, the carnage continued. The cameras continually cut away to show riders falling or who had fallen. It seemed everyone was getting a piece of the crash action.

Chloe and Lucy's lead continued to grow, and although they put in a few probing attacks, they stayed together through lap 2. They negotiated De Kloof again without incident, but when they got to the Stairway, I noticed that Chloe put in a bit of a dig and immediately had Lucy struggling.

On lap 3 they both went into the pits for bike changes, which were as smooth as ever, and they continued together, matching each other closely. I assumed that one of them would try to make a decisive attack at some point, but lap 4 passed without either of them making a move.

The cameras kept cutting back to show the chasers, and Licia was now surprisingly lying third. There had been many falls and crashes, but she had been faultless, just smoothly circulating on her own, with no drama at all. Her nearest chaser was Tif, who was 40 seconds back, but she was reducing the gap all the time.

As they began the penultimate lap, Chloe and Lucy were a minute clear of Licia, and going futher away, while Tif was on a charge, eating into Licia's gap, second by second. It was becoming tantalising: When would Chloe or Lucy make a move try to go solo? Would either of them make a move? Or would they wait for a sprint finish? And would Tif manage to catch Licia before the line?

They both went into the pits for clean bikes, and emerged with their advantage hardly dented. They had over a minute now. One of them was sure to win, but which one? My money was still on Chloe, but Lucy can never be counted out until the finish line is crossed. Or so I thought.

They'd been crossing De Kloof smooth as silk every time, and it seemed like they had it off pat, but obstacles like this can change every lap in cyclocross, especially when its so muddy and new ruts are forming all the time. On lap 5, everything changed.

I don't know what caused Lucy to lose control, but she was in front on the first descent when her handlebars seemed to suddenly snap round, and she was flung over the bars and into the stream bed. Oof, it looked nasty. 'Shiiit,', said Isy.

Chloe was lucky to avoid Lucy's bike as it somersaulted across her path, but she didn't flinch, and continued on to dismount for the climb out. I could see her looking down anxiously as she plodded up the climb, and a crowd of spectators rushed to Lucy's aid.

I was anxious too, because it looked a very heavy fall, but she was sat up, and seemed conscious and lucid. She wasn't getting back on the bike though, and her helmet seemed all askew. It looked like she was out.

Chloe was on her own now, with the title virtually in her pocket, but I felt for her. Nobody wants to win like this.

She looked like she was about to burst into tears as she continued like an automaton. 'Come on Chloe,' I said aloud, 'don't let Lucy's misfortune become yours too.'

She seemed to rally a little down the next downhill section, and as she approached the gateway at the bottom, the camera cut to a shot of Licia in second place. There was a big screen there, and Chloe must have seen the image as she passed, showing Licia with the caption: "A. Francis. Tweede in de wedstrijd" (second in the race).

Her pace seemed to suddenly slacken again, and when she got to the Stairway to Heaven she made no attempt to run up the stairs. It was the first time she'd walked them, and she plodded up as if in a daze.

The route doubled back on itself after the Stairway, onto the start/finish road, and as Chloe climbed the hill towards the finish line for the penultimate time, I could see her looking across to where Licia was climbing the stairs. God knows what was going through her head at that moment.

She continued to ride in a subdued way, and when she got to the pits, she went in for a bike change and actually stopped and exchanged a few words with Molly.

Isy and I looked at each other a bit baffled. This was a very strange state of affairs. What was she doing?

The time gaps at that point were 45 seconds back to Licia, and 1.08 to Tif, who was on a serious charge. 'Come on Chloe,' I muttered, then turning to Isy, 'She could still lose the title.'

She set off again, and I said to Isy, 'She needs to watch out. It's these kind of situations that cause you to make mistakes.' She was nodding. I think, even though she's not a bike racer, she understood how tricky this could be.

Chloe remained smooth, and fully in control but, to my dismay, she seemed to slow even more. The gap back to Licia began to tumble and, even more quickly, the gap to Tif, who was on a mission.

Then I realised. She was waiting! She was eliberately letting Licia close up to her, presumably so that they could finish together. OMG. What she was doing had a certain romance to it, but Tif was coming fast, so it was a dangerous thing to do. Don't do this Chloe, I thought. It's way too risky.

I could see her looking back, looking across to earlier parts of the course, looking at the big screens, gauging where Licia' and Tif were, and I was praying she wouldn't misjudge anything or make a mistake.

She smoothly dispatched De Kloof for the final time (as did Licia, who had ridden an immaculate race) and by the Stairway there were only a few seconds between them. Tif was coming fast from behind though, with the bit firmly between her teeth. Licia still had a decent cushion, but I think she was fading and vulnerable.

The nightmare scenario would be that Tif would catch both of them and Chloe would be unable to respond and would lose the title. I mean, a dream scenario for Tif, but I really didn't want that to happen.

Chloe reached the finish road, looking back anxiously for Licia, who was almost there, and she visibly slowed and waited. She was going to give her a "tow." Not a physical tow, but the benefit of her draft.

There was a mixed reaction from the crowd. Some were still cheering and willing them on, but there were a few isolated boos as well. What Chloe was trying to do was the kind of thing that's only possible when you are totally dominant, and some don't like to see that. I get it, but I still wanted her - them - to succeed. Come on!

Chloe picked up speed again, and Licia tried to hang on to her wheel, but she looked the most ragged she'd been at any time in the race - in fact, the most ragged I'd ever seen her. She was clearly suffering; rocking, rolling, and grimacing, whereas Tif was still looking strong and still gaining. Come on Licia, dig deep! I noticed even Isy had her fists clenched.

Chloe kept looking back as Tif crept closer, and Licia's mouth was gaping open in a rictus of pain, her tongue almost hanging out. OMG that tongue. I had a sudden incongruous flashback to that tongue... Maddy! Keep your mind on the race.

The finish was just metres away, and Tif's pursuit finally began to falter as oxygen debt started to overwhelm her. She was no longer gaining. She was spent. The chase was over. Licia was safe, and Chloe accelerated away to the line and raised her arms in celebration. 2 seconds ahead of Licia, and 6 ahead of Tif. Phew. Cliffhanger.

It had been an impressive display from Chloe. Once Lucy and Carmen were out of the race, she was in a completely different league, really, and I thought what she did at the end was great. Better than just arriving miles ahead of the field, that's for sure. 'Wow, that was brilliant,' said Isy, wide-eyed. 'I could easily become a cyclocross convert after watching that... An armchair one, of course.'

There was lots of hugging and kissing after the finish, and many photos that ended up splashed all over social media, but my favourite was the one of Chloe, with Licia just behind, both crossing the line with arms aloft, and resplendent in their Team GB kits, albeit rather mud-spattered.

I especially liked the accompanying headline that appeared on the British Cycling website: "BRITISH COUPLE SHOW THE DUTCH HOW IT'S DONE IN HEIJDEVELDEN.' Cheeky.

We waited eagerly for the post-race interviews, and my favourite, as always, was the one with the affable Mark Richards of Eurosport. He interviewed Chloe and Licia together:

MR: 'Well, ladies... you certainly know how to entertain us. I think that was one of the most extraordinary races I've ever seen, and I've seen a few.'

They chuckled, but Chloe immediately asked, 'Do you know how Lucy is, Mark?'

MR: Oh, yes. Last I heard, she's OK. She's gone to hospital for a precautionary check but all seems good. She actually broke her helmet in the fall. It could have been nasty.'

CL: 'Phew. I was worried about her.'

MR: 'I don't think I've ever seen so many falls in a race. In fact, I think it's possible that you two were the only two riders who DIDN'T fall and you were first and second.'

CL: Yeh, it definitely helps to stay on the bike.' (they grinned at each other.)

MR: So, Licia, what's it like to be on the podium? I mean, we are used to your missus being up there, but now you've joined her. How does that feel?'

AF: 'Missus...' (she grinned) 'Feels awesome, Mark. Really awesome... And I couldn't have done it without my...er, missus. I think Tif would have caught me without that draft.'

MR: Great bit of teamwork at the end there. It's the first one-two Britain has ever had in the Worlds'

AF: Yeh. Awesome... I certainly didn't expect it, even when everyone around me seemed to be falling off, and I really didn't expect Chloe to wait for me. She's just awesome...' (they looked at each other and grinned again).

MR: Well it's hard to argue with that... Great stuff, both of you. Chapeau!'

AF & CL in unison: 'Thanks Mark.

'Aww,' said Isy, 'What a lovely couple they are.'

'Yes they are. I'll introduce you one day soon, hopefully.'

'Yeh, that would be brilliant.'

We watched the quite emotional podium, and Chloe proudly pulling on the rainbows again, and sharing that customary podium selfie with Licia must have been a very special moment.