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 5

Jo-Jo's pussy was a wonder. It reminded me a little of Licia's, a little of Carmen's, but her bush was even bushier, her flesh even fleshier, and her lips... Well, you get the picture.

I described Licia's pussy as "full-fat," well, Jo-Jo's should come with a health warning: "Caution: Eating this can bring on symptoms of uncontrollable gluttony," because that was exactly what it did.

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It had been a day straight out of my wildest dreams; a free trip to Switzerland, a contract offer from one of the top women's teams in the world, and the discovery that my new DS was not only gay, but also as libertine as Chloe and the free girls. And, even better, she'd invited me to stay at her flat! I was kind of dazed with the sheer wonder of it.

And now, we were driving down into the underground car park beneath the building where her flat was located.

She locked the car and we stood waiting for the lift up to the third floor, trying not to make it obvious we were still checking each other out. I had her at a disadvantage really, because I was pretty well covered up in trainers, leggings and a fleece, whereas she was still wearing the black trousers and red shirt, with just a thin, unbuttoned jacket. When she leaned forward push the lift call button, I saw that she had very prominent nipple bumps, which I hadn't noticed earlier.

'Still chilly in the evenings,' she said, as if assuming I'd noticed.

'Tis. I hope you've got the heating on,' I grinned.

'Oh, yes, of course.'

I wasn't prepared for the flat. It was small -- just one bedroom and one tiny box room, a bathroom, kitchen, and a living room, but the living room was fairly spacious and was furnished in a way that that suggested parties.

There were three (3!) sofa beds in what looked like faux leather, a chaise longue that was extraordinarily longue. A huge TV on a stand, a large pouffe, a desk in the corner, a couple of random chairs, and two stools of very dissimilar heights, one very high and one very low. It was easy to imagine this place being used for "temps de jeu."

She dropped her keys in an empty fruit bowl, and shrugged off her jacket, then said, 'I'm just going to change. You can put your things in the box room if you like,' and she disappeared into the bedroom.

The box room didn't have a bed, but there was a wardrobe in the corner, a row of coat hooks, and some items that I couldn't identify. I dumped my bag, hung up my fleece, then returned to the living room and sat on one of the sofa beds.

I noticed a tall, free-standing mirror, and what looked like a folded camera tripod, and I was imagining that this was a room where some kinky goings on were regularly being indulged in.

Jo-Jo returned, now wearing a loungewear set consisting of loose-fitting trousers and a stretchy top, which showed off the shape of her boobs very nicely. It was warm in the flat, but those nipple bumps were still making their presence felt.

The headscarf was gone and her hair was loose and a little wild, so I got rid of my buff and showed her what wild really looked like.

Incongruously, she had a pair of quite shabby moccasin style slippers on, and she said 'Why don't you get rid of those trainers, Maddy? Make yourself comfortable.' So I kicked them off and leaned back on the sofa.

'That's better... Drink?'

'Oo, yes, a cold beer if you have one?'

'Sure.'

She went into the kitchen and returned with two large bottles of something called "Zermatt Matterhorn." 'My new favourite,' she said.

We clinked our bottles together, and I took a swig. 'Mm, nice. I like that.' It tasted quite strong and malty, and it was just what the doctor ordered at that point.

'I guess you will have noticed that this is not a normal living room,' she said

'Mm, it is a little unusual.'

'I can live here when I'm in Zurich, but this flat is used for my temps de jeu, mostly. I often have groups of playmates here to stay. I can accomodate quite a large group of 8 or 9, even 10 at a push, though there is often some competition over who gets to sleep with me,' she smirked.

Oh my God, 10 women? It sounded more and more like her "temps de jeu" were actually full on lesbian orgies. I was tempted to ask her more about them, but I didn't because I was a little afraid of what the answers might be.

'Tonight there's only two of us, so you get the choice.'

'Choice?'

'Yes, whether you sleep in here, or with me.'

'Oh God, Jo-Jo... Did you just invite me to bed, as casually as you like? We've only known each other for seven hours.'

'Yes, but let us not be timide, Maddy. You went to bed with Chloe Lyons at least as quickly, you told me that yourself, and that was your first sexe lesbien.'

She was right, but this felt different. Her maturity and self-assurance intimidated me a little bit. I never felt like that with Chloe. And then there were the lesbian sex parties. I'd never even thought beyond a threesome, and she was talking about TEN women! It made for an overwhelming feeling.

I struggled to intimate my feelings. 'Yes, but that felt different... It was me who made it happen with Chloe... I, I, I've never been with someone like you Jo-Jo.'

'Am I too old and unattractive, Maddy?'

Now she was taking the piss. I managed to give her a withering look. 'NO, don't be crazy. You're gorgeous, sexy, and definitely not OLD.'

'43...'

'Not old... It's not that. I think I'm just a bit... Awed. You're too awesome.'

She smiled. I think she was enjoying watching me squirm, enjoying the effect she was having on me. She was getting a kick out of it.

'I think you can be too full of fear about this. Nothing will hurt us. We are both lesbienne, I like you, you like me, we both like the sex. Why not enjoy?'

What's the worst that can happen? I thought.

She leaned towards me. 'You want to kiss me?'

OMG. I looked at her, and that impossibly sexy mouth, her lips slightly parted, and was drawn as if by electro-magnetism. And the kiss was electrifying. As soon as our lips touched, electric shocks arced through my brain, and sent galvanic currents to my nipples and clit.

I was tumbling headlong into overwhelming desire, but she stopped and pulled back an inch so that we were eyeball to eyeball and I was gazing into the bottomless depths of those dark, dark eyes, then she brought her lips to mine again and the electricity was redoubled. OMG, what was it about her? Her sexual aura was monstrous.

I was still holding my unfinished bottle of beer, and I fumbled to put it on the floor, breaking the kiss, and she took the opportunity to pull off her top. It was time to get naked.

We stripped in a frenzy, then returned to our kiss, which was simply sublime. Her lips devoured me, and we smooched and tongue-fenced deliciously as she imposed herself on me, more and more, pushing me back into the sofa cushions. Is there anything better than being kissed like this by a beautiful and ardent lesbian? Well yes, if course there is, but not many things.

Her hands pushed my boobs up and together, her thumbs flicking over my erect nipples and she broke the kiss again to look at them.

'Ouah, beautiful boobs, Maddy. So firm and proud.'

She latched onto a nipple, hungrily, using her teeth as well as lips and tongue. Not roughly, but just enough to send me spinning. Her ardour was intoxicating, her sheer sexual joy exhilarating, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes as she feasted on my body. My fizzing, fervent body.

She wanted me with a passion -- so thrilling - and she gorged on my tits, squeezing and kneading them as her mouth adored them.

Her fervid attentions set my loins alight and my need was overpowering. I slipped my fingers into her hair and made a gentle but insistent downward suggestion. The boob play was lovely, but I wanted those sexy lips on my pussy.

She took the hint immediately, and started kissing her way down over my stomach, and my anticipation soared. I swear I could FEEL my pussy getting wetter as her lips drew near, and when she got there... OMG.

I felt her fingers tease my outer lips apart, followed by an absolutely gorgeous, succulent kiss on my inner lips and clit, applying just the most subtle suction. I raised my head to look, and she did it again. Oh jeezus, I could feel my clit twitching and pulsing in response, and the sight of her -- lips glistening with my juice and those sultry eyes gazing into mine -- was almost unbearable.

I slammed my head back onto the cushion and gasped, 'Oh, fuckin Jesus Christ.'

She then proceeded to eat me to a spectacular climax, using that sublime mouth as a weapon of snatch satisfaction. As she sucked and swirled, and flicked and fluttered, I got the distinct impression she might have eaten a pussy or two before...

When my orgasm rushed up like an erupting geyser, my pelvic jerks were violent and uncontrollable, and I involuntary fucked her face, roughly, but she clung to my legs determinedly, and her mouth remained clamped over my clitoris like a limpet, sucking in exquisite pulses and extending the intense peak pleasure of the climax for what seemed like an age. Absolute sorcery.

As I eventually calmed, she got up and stood looking down at me with hands on hips. 'Wow, Maddy, that was intense, hm?'

'Oh, Jo-Jo, it was... Ooohh, I LOVE IT!

She smiled, 'It's nice to have someone so... appréciatif.

She looked magnificent standing there. She's slightly taller than me, slightly more fleshy, slightly less muscular. Her boobs are on the large side, with startling long nipples, her belly just has a hint of swell, and she has that full bush, which looks so womanly.

I sat up and reached for her hand, pulling her towards me, and she leaned forward to bring her boobs in reach of my mouth. Wow, those nipples were something special. Long and firm, they felt marvellous on my tongue, and I rolled one round and round with my tongue, squashing my face into her soft breast flesh.

Her skin smelled wonderful. There was a subtle hint of perfume, but also the smell of HER. Hard to describe, but intoxicating. There was a hint of salty perspiration, but mostly just her female, animal smell, which was gorgeous.

I turned more towards her and she straddled my legs, parting hers and moving her feet closer, and now the smell of her sex hit me. She put a hand on my head and said, 'Sit on the floor.' Oh God, I knew exactly what was coming now, or I thought I did.

I was brought face to face with her hairy cooch, and she penetrated the forest with two fingers and parted her lips, giving me a glimpse of pink. Oh my, what a pussy. Even fleshier than Licia's or Carmen's, and even hairier, her pubes a tangled mass of curls, and her lips dangling and quivering when she moved.

She started rotating a finger on her clit, while I watched from inches away, fascinated. I resisted the temptation to bury my face in her, and just continued to watch. I think she liked me watching.

I brought a hand up to trace the wet, slippery flesh of her inner labia, and a droplet of her girl goo trickled down my finger. My God, she was so wet. Mind you, so was I. I could feel the squishy wetness where my own lips were kissing the laminate flooring.

'Fuck me with the bottle,' she said, nudging my beer bottle towards us with her foot.

'It's not empty,' I said, pointlessly.

'Doesn't matter. Fuck me.'

I picked up the bottle, which still had a few swigs of beer left in it, and brought it up to her pussy. I trailed the neck back and forth between those fleshy flaps, coating it in her cream, then carefully inserted it into her entrance. She put a hand on my shoulder and groaned, 'Oh, ouais... Fuck.'

She was beautifully wet and slippery. The neck of the bottle slipped into her with no effort, and I pushed it all the way up until the shoulders of the bottle squished against her labia, then I brought it out, marvelling at the coating of whitish pussy cream streaking the glass. God, this was fucking horny.

Her finger continued to go round and round on her clit as she watched me slip the bottle back in, then out, then in again. Gently, slowly, but rhythmically, and right up to the shoulder every time.

She groaned, a hoarse, husky, sexual groan, and I just sat and fucked her with the bottle, until her juice was trickling down the body of the bottle, making it slippery to hold.

'Take a drink,' she said.

'Hm? Oh, OK.'

I slipped the bottle out, put it to my lips, and took a swig (which must have had cunt juice in it but still tasted like beer) then had a little suck on the creamy neck.

'Mmm,' said Jo-Jo, as if enjoying it vicariously... 'Fuck me.'

Her finger went faster as I slipped the bottle back in and continued to fuck her with it, and her groans became louder and more frequent. She was loving this.

I was also getting a lot of lascivious pleasure from it, and I began having a quick lick of the neck, every time I pulled it out.

'Give me a taste, ' she said, and I slipped the bottle out and handed it up to her. She sucked the mouth of the bottle, then presed it to her lips and chugged down the remaining beer in two or three gulps.

'Ahhh,' she said with relish, then, 'Put your head back...' She pushed my head back onto the sofa cushion and straddled me, kneeling astride my face, and dropped into a kind of balasana pose, bringing her pussy firmly down on me.

I was muffled in a world of bushy pubes and soft wet flesh, and she humped my face in desperate jerks until she screamed into the sofa backrest, and I was treated to a bubbling spring of sapid orgasm juice, which at that moment was better than any beer or wine.

Her orgasm was quickly over, and she shuffled back to kneel on the floor so she could kiss me.

Fucking hell. Lesbian sex. It just gets better and better.

She stood up and took my hand. 'Come to bed,' she said, and led me through to the bedroom. We'd both just had pretty intense orgasms, but the sex wasn't over. Not by a long way. She was voracious.

Her bedroom was dominated by a king size bed, with a crimson duvet, and another huge mirror on one wall. She was obviously more than a little exhibitionistic, and clearly liked to watch herself and others "in action." I found that strangely exciting.

It's often said that women are not as "visual" as men, but I think that a load of pish. I think we are maybe turned on by different imagery than men, but that doesn't mean we aren't visual.

'Do you like sixty-nine, Maddy?' she asked.

'Er, yes I do.'

'Let's do it.'

'Oo, OK,' I grinned. I loved her directness.

Unusually, I wanted her on top. Usually, I like being more domme, but with her it was different. I lay on the bed and she climbed on top of me, pausing to sweep her hair to one side, then she bent forward and spread her legs, bringing her damp bush to my mouth. Oh, heaven.

Bushy though her pubes were, her long, fleshy lips easily protruded beyond them, and they dangled wetly into my mouth as I opened wide for them. They were a sexual feast, sapid and succulent, and I slurped them greedily, tugging at her clit hood as I sucked them between my lips.

I also have a fleshy clit hood, and I love to have it sucked, so I was in heaven as she ate me hungrily. I realised she was mirroring whatever I did to her pussy, and I spent an absolutely wondrous few minutes, doing to her pussy everything I wanted done to mine and feeling her imitating every little thing. A sublime pleasure only lesbians can experience.

I caught sight of us in the big mirror, and was struck by the contrast in our skin tones -- hers tanned, and mine pale -- and by how utterly gorgeous her lithe thighs looked as she straddled my head. Just that glimpse sent a surge of electricity to my pussy, and I felt my orgasmic rush starting again. Yes, I'm definitely visual.

'Oh, f -- f -- f -- fff, I'm coming... Oh oh oh...'

She intensified her attentions, stretching me open with her hands, and tonguing my clit, strongly until I erupted in a wave of euphoric bliss.

I tried my damnedest to keep up my avid cunnilingus, and I tried to emulate the pulsing clit suction she'd done to me earlier, determinedly trying to drive her to orgasm, until a little dribble of deliciously musky liquid told me I'd succeeded.

She didn't make much sound -- just a little whimpery moan -- but the taste of her orgasm juice was unmistakable.

Finally, we rolled apart, then pulled the duvet over us. We lay facing each other for a while, kissing and tasting the sex flavour on our faces, then we drifted off to sleep without showering or anything. What a couple of skanks.

I was well-fucked, and I slept heavily and woke up with a drooly mouth and a brain made of mush. Where the fuck was I?

I opened my bleary eyes and looked around... Oh yes, I was in Jo-Jo's bed... Fucking hell, I was in Jo-Jo's bed! The memories came flooding back, and I stretched luxuriously and smiled to myself. Wow, how brilliant was this?

Jo-Jo was missing, but I could hear her in the kitchen, so I shouted to her. 'Morning!'

'Morning chérie, you want coffee?' she called back.

I jumped out of bed and toddled naked to the kitchen to find her in a short black satin robe and those shabby slippers, messing with the coffee machine, and I came up behind her and gave her a quick squeeze.

'Ooh, nice. A naked girl in my kitchen.' She smiled. 'Take a shower if you like, breakfast will be ready soon.' So I did.

We sat at her kitchen table, her in her robe and me in just a vest and knickers, drank coffee and ate muesli with fruit, and chatted about cycling, Switzerland, and sex, and I noticed her eyes roaming my body.

My nipples were misbehaving and she hadn't missed the fact. She nodded in their direction and said, 'Do you need to put on something warmer, or go back to bed?'

'You're a terrible temptress, do you know that? I said as I got up from the table, and she followed me back into the bedroom.

'I'm enjoying your company Maddy,' she said as we disrobed again. 'After today, you won't be back for a while. I think we should make the most of our time.'

'OK, I think we have a couple of hours before I need to go to the airport,' I said. 'what would you like to do?'

'Can't you think of anything?' She smirked.

It wasn't crazy, and it wasn't kinky, but it was the most sensual sex you can imagine. We came together for another super-steamy kiss, then spent 2 hours, sharing each other's bodies. Tracing our lips over each other's skin, sucking nipples, kissing legs and feet, and taking turns eating each other's pussies. Taking turns eating each other, over and over, was so hot. I don't think I'd EVER tire of that.

We were rather tight for time when we finally got up and dressed, and we were just about to leave, when I suddenly remembered. 'The contract!'

I rooted it out of my bag, and we both hurriedly signed the two copies, then I tucked mine away again, and we set off for the airport.

I felt like I'd signed up for two things. Not only was I going to be a World Tour cycling pro, I was also joining Jo-Jo's exclusive lesbian temps de jeu group. I didn't know which was most exciting.