Chloe Rides Again

This series is a sequel to the earlier work "Riding With Dirty Girls." You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but to fully enjoy the story you really need to read Dirty Girls first.

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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Part 04: Domestic Bliss and Back To Italy

'Get the green ones,' I said.

Licia and I were grocery shopping in Penicouls' Lidl supermarket. We'd flown back from Italy together on the Monday, and then spent a lazy recovery day, just lounging about, drinking tea and avoiding any sexual arousal as much as we could. Now, we were stocking up on victuals and planning a fruity afternoon.

We had bought grapes, strawberries, oranges, and a very large courgette, and now we were choosing from the bunches of bananas. 'Slightly green ones are best, cos they're firmer,' I said with great authority. 'When they are fully ripe, they are too soft and just turn into a mush if you get too enthusiastic. Once, I had to use a spoon...'

She chuckled. She had played with fruit before, but she admitted she'd never fucked herself with a peeled banana.

'I went on, giving her the benefit of my experience... 'A banana isn't so big, but it's better than a courgette or a cucumber in some ways because of the curve, plus its texture is a bit rougher.'

Licia watched me with amusement as I assessed the curvature, and the greenness, of the ones on offer. 'You know you can get vibrating toys that shape, don't you?'

'Yeah, but you can't eat them, and the eating is a big part of fruit sex.'

We were trying to speak quietly -- it wasn't really a suitable subject for the supermarket - but a woman who was also buying bananas gave us such a snooty look that I'm pretty sure we'd been overheard. Hmph. I bet she doesn't have as much fun with her bananas as we were going to have with ours. Heh heh.

We were a little giddy as we went through the checkout, and we got a few more po-faced looks. Ah, poor benighted souls.

When we got back to the house, I turned the heating up high and we had a very light lunch of soup with toast, then retired to the bedroom, taking our little collection of fruit with us.

There was something very exciting and arousing about taking a bowl of fruit to bed with the express purpose of using it as an enhancement to sex, and Licia was especially juiced by it. Even more than me, perhaps. 'Ooo, isn't this rude?' she grinned. 'I've played with fruit before, but not like this. Not pre-planned, and not with another person. And I've never bought fruit with the sole purpose of fucking myself with it. It's so naughty...'

'It is, and it's my first time too,' I said. 'I've done the fruity phone sex with you and with Maisie, but other than that I've always been on my own. This is going to be fun!'

'Look at my hand, it's shaking,' she said, holding her hand out.

I held mine out and said 'Mine too.' Our excitement and anticipation were sky-high.

We set the fruit down on my dressing table, spread four bath towels on the bed (four! God, my washing machine has a hard life) and started taking our clothes off, looking at each other, saucily, and when I was down to just my knickers, I took the lead and picked up a strawberry. I showed it to Licia, then pulled my waistband out with one hand and dropped the fruit inside. I pushed it down with a finger until it nestled between my lips and right next to my already-juicy hole. It made a prominent bump in the gusset of my pretty white knickers, but then I pulled them up tight into my crotch, forcing the fruit inside...

I gave a little gasp, and Licia sat down heavily on the bed and looked at me open-mouthed. I smiled. I loved being lewd like this, and I pressed a finger against the strawberry through the fabric and pushed it further in. I was so wet, it disappeared into me as easily as anything, I actually wondered if Licia would be able to fish it out when I told her to, because that was my plan.

I climbed onto the bed, and lay back with my legs apart in an unmistakeable invitation and said 'Fancy a strawberry? I believe they're very juicy.'

She knew I wasn't suggesting she get one from the bowl, and she gave a low cat-like growl and moved between my legs. I just lay passively and waited to see what she'd do. She could have just tried to retrieve it with her fingers, but she didn't disappoint me. She teased my gusset aside with one finger then slipped her tongue -- that oh-so long tongue -- into me until it encountered the strawberry. I was clenching very tightly, and the feeling of her tongue rolling the fruit round and round was just sublime.

I breathed 'Oh fuuck,' and squeezed harder, trying to force the strawberry down towards her tongue, which continued to swirl round and round against my inner walls.

I could have put up with this for a very long time, but she really wanted that strawberry, and she sealed her lips over my entrance, withdrew her tongue, and sucked... one final mighty squeeze from me and the fruit popped out into her mouth, taking a nice little slug of my juice with it.

She crushed the strawberry in her mouth and swallowed it, then she threw herself on her back and finger-fucked herself wildly, crying out 'Fuuuuuuuck' as she came -- an even more rapid come than usual. I lay there, gently toying with my clit. I was loving the effect that had on her. It was clearly a hit.

'Oh, fucking hell that was hot,' she said, looking at me and shaking her head, 'and we've hardly bloody started... How did you think that up, Chloe? Jeezus the strawberry in your knickers, and then... ohhh, so fuckin hot!' She crossed her legs on her hand, which was still between her legs, and she gave another little shuddery aftershock. It seemed I had lit her fire...

I giggled slightly. 'Just use your imagination, I'm sure you can think of something just as hot...'

She lay there, smiling slightly, thinking. I could see her imagination running riot, and my hand continued to caress my clit, gently. I couldn't wait to see what she'd come up with. There was a little fizz of anticipation.

After a minute, she got up and, giving me a devilish look, sauntered to the fruit bowl and detached a small cluster of about 6 grapes from the rachis, and brought them to the bed. 'You stay right there,' she said, 'I have a treat in store.'

'Oo, lovely,' I chuckled.

She sat next to me, leaning on the pillows, and detached the grapes, one by one, played with them between her labia, then inserted them into her pussy until they were all inside her. I was starting to get an idea of what she had in mind, and a little zing went through me.

She kept her hand over her pussy (just in case they tried to escape) then climbed astride me. 'Oh yes,' I said, and I wriggled down so she could move up and straddle my face.

'Hope you like grapes,' she said.

'Love 'em' I replied

She slowly moved her fingers, sliding them up between her lips and gradually uncovering her vaginal opening, and I opened my mouth wide and went cross-eyed as I watched for the first grape. Surprisingly, it didn't fall out immediately -- what a lovely tight little pussy she has - but then the wine-coloured little globule appeared, bathed in her gorgeous, pale jove juice. Plop. It dropped straight into my mouth, and her finger covered her hole again.

She giggled slightly. This was naughty, fun, and friggin horny, all at the same time.

I crushed the grape, making an explosion of flavour on my tongue. A heady cocktail of grape juice and pussy juice. Mm mmm. I opened my mouth again and said 'Ahh,' and we repeated the sequence for grape no 2, then no 3. My fingers were pumping rapidly in and out of my pussy now and my orgasm was not going to be long in coming.

I opened my mouth again, eagerly, and I gazed up into her eyes as she looked down at me. She moved her finger again and grape number 4 popped out, followed by a little dribble of pussy cream, but then, as I closed my mouth to savour the flavour, another grape followed. It bounced off my lips and dropped on the duvet, but Licia rapidly snatched it up and popped it into her mouth saying, 'Mm, you missed that one'

There was one left, and I lifted my head and went in search of it with my tongue, reaching up into her with my mouth wide open until I could feel it. 'Oh, ahh,' she moaned, as I slowly withdrew my tongue until the grape could escape and it rolled into my throat, making me choke momentarily until I could cough it up and crush it.

I'd held my orgasm back, quite successfully, but now I just let it roar over me, and I cried out hoarsely, still gargling with grape and girl juice. Before it was even over, Licia was down and kissing me, holding my face in her hands and tonguing my juicy lips voraciously.

She flopped next to me and said, 'Ohh, my GOD, I'm so turned on. This is the kinkiest thing I've ever done. It's fantastic.' Her hand was busy between her legs. She just couldn't leave herself alone.

I felt the same. I think our arousal was still building, even though we'd both already come. I was certainly nowhere near sated. I went for a banana.

'Oo, nice,' she said as I returned to the bed, 'are you going to peel it?'

'Yes I am. You can fuck yourself better with an unpeeled one, but then you can't eat it as easily...' That's me. A practical girl, even in the midst of hot kinky sex.

I drove my thumbnail through the skin near the end, and started peeling. It didn't peel so easily -- a downside of a green, under-ripe banana -- but I soon had a pristine white, and very firm, banana in my hands.

'Watch me,' I said, and she grabbed a pillow so she could lie on her side between my legs, at right angles, with a very close up view of the action as I rubbed the banana between my lips, coating it in my slippery juice.

'Mm, look at that curve. It's perfect,' she murmured, as I just teased my entrance with the tip. Her fingers went faster in her pussy.

When the fruit was well-coated in my cream, I eased it effortlessly into my dribbling vag, making sure the curve curled up towards my spot. I had to be careful, because a peeled banana snaps easily, but I'm used to being gentle with them now, and my thrusts were slow and smooth. It felt gorgeous, the way it curved up towards my abdomen, just gently sweeping my spot each time.

Licia's mouth was open, almost drooling, and she had the dilated pupils of someone extremely aroused. Her wanking was steady, just pacing herself. Building her orgasm slowly as she watched, but I couldn't resist helping it a little more. I slipped the banana out, and dangled it over her and she opened her mouth, as I knew she would.

Even a firm green banana has a limited life when used as a sex toy, so I was hoping she would be gentle as she took it between her lips, but she moaned and bit the end off it. Hmph, that's reduced its reach, I thought.

I needn't have worried. She took the banana from me and took over, slipping it back into me, and emulated my slow, gentle, curving thrusts, while I started rubbing my clit with a finger. Fucking delish.

Her fingers went faster in her pussy, my finger went faster on my clit, the banana went smoothly in and out of my hot honeypot and we soared into the most extraordinary orgasms, howling and wailing in our prurient lustful release.

The banana couldn't survive, and Licia eased its ragged remains out of my pulsating pussy and ate half of it before offering the other half to me. I took it into my mouth eagerly, relishing that strange combination of flavours; weird but undeniably sexual.

We needed a rest, and, in a very English way, I went and made tea.... We lay, leaning on pillows, sipping it, and talking about how hot fruit sex was. Licia was giddy with excitement. 'I'm so friggin wet, I don't know if I'll ever stop dribbling...'

Our little tea break didn't last long. We were both still horny, and Licia gleefully revisited the fruit bowl and returned to bed with a handful of strawberries. She spread her legs and gave one to me, and I knew immediately what was expected.

I settled myself between her thighs and she teased her pussy lips open for me, exposing her enraged pink flesh and her shiny, fully engorged clitoris. She wasn't wrong about being wet. Her pussy was constantly dribbling with whitish juice, and I dipped the strawberry into her well, and then rubbed the tip of it round and round her clit, rasping her little nub with the seedy achenes on the surface. Strawberries have a fantastic texture for this.

'Ohh, fuuck that feels so good, babe... Yeh, like that round and round. Rub it underneath, yeh just there... Oohhh fuckn hell that's so fuckn good...'

I knew the outer surface of the strawberry was wonderful for this, but I also knew the slippery inner flesh was pretty damn good as well, so I bit off the tip of the fruit to expose it, and started using that instead, rolling it smoothly across her clit, then down over one inner lip, and back up the other, then round and round the little button again.

'OH... h-h-h-h... jeezus...' I think she approved.

I couldn't' resist the strawberry though and I popped it into my mouth and ate it, then moved on to the next one. I followed the same pattern -- first the raspy surface, then the slippery,.. gulp... then the next one. And the next one.

She was whimpering, almost sobbing, as I took her almost to the edge, then I brought my fingers and my tongue into play and she erupted, wrapping her legs around my head (oh, joy) and humping me roughly until her paroxysm spent itself and she relaxed into limpness. Her legs flopped down, jelly-like, and she drew a series of long deep breaths before she spoke.

'Chloe Lyons, you are a fucking witch!

I chuckled and crawled up to kiss her. 'Yes, I'm YOUR fucking witch,' and she grabbed me and rolled me over giddily, then proceeded to kiss me repeatedly until I could hardly breathe.

We were floating on a euphoric cloud of lust and libido now. Our horniness knew no bounds. We lay by side, legs loosely apart, and ate the rest of the strawberries. We didn't just eat them though. We dipped them in our pussies first, sharing yet more of our seemingly inexhaustible sex juice. We were insatiable.

Licia's lewd imagination was running riot now and she said, 'I know something really naughty we could do...'

'Mmm?'

We could both wank off over a bunch of grapes until they are nice and creamy, then share them. We'd be pussy juice sisters.'

I chuckled. 'You're really getting into this kink-fest now, aren't you?

'YES! I love it. Come on, let's do it.'

'Licia, you are so bloody naughty...' I was in the same mindset at that moment though, so I detached a bunch of about 20 grapes and we put them on the bed, and we knelt astride them, facing each other. We started playing with our pussies and kissing (guaranteed to keep my juice machine in overdrive) and we looked at each other with smouldering eyes.

We pushed the grapes back and forth, sometimes under Licia, sometimes under me, then hit on the idea of fingering each other, to drive the excitement even higher. We both had shuddery little climaxes - wet climaxes - and we made sure the grapes got the full benefit of our wetness.

We looked down. The grapes looked deliciously wet and shiny, flecked with our whitish come, and we sat back against the pillows and inspected the grapes. 'They look delicious,' said Licia, and I picked them up by the rachis and dangled them over her. They were actually dripping, and she threw her head back and pulled one from the bunch with her teeth. She then took them from me and did the same, dangling them over my mouth so I could take one with my teeth.

My God, this felt so deliciously kinky - "Fruity" simply didn't cover it -- and we continued, relishing the lewdness, licking our lips and deliberately acting depraved, until all the grapes had gone. Then we kissed again. A kiss with a whole gamut of sexual flavours.

We were spent, and we expired into sleep for an hour and woke up ravenous. We had eaten a few strawberries, a few grapes, and the mushy remains of a banana, but that wasn't enough to keep our raging furnaces going, and we bestirred ourselves and thought about something more substantial.

I stripped the damp towels off the bed, and took them to the long-suffering washing machine, then returned to the bedroom, saying 'Fuck it, I'm not cooking,' and I picked up my phone and rang the Nanda Devi Indian takeaway in town and ordered a feast of curries, naan breads and poppadoms for delivery.

We showered while waiting for the food to arrive, then dressed and went downstairs. My stomach was rumbling when the doorbell rang, and I opened and served the food with a feeling that approached lust. Sex always makes me SO hungry.

After we'd eaten, we settled on the sofa to watch that day's stage of the Paris-Nice race, but we didn't reach the end. There was a thrilling chase as the breakaway tried to survive, but with 10km to go and the gap at 1 minute -- a nail-biting situation -- we were already asleep and snoring.

Sometime later, I switched off the TV and we dragged ourselves upstairs to bed. This was day 2 of 11 days of living together. How the fuck were we going to survive?

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The next day, we'd arranged to go for a bike ride with Brenda. She had the day off and had suggested it, so it worked out well. She was excited to meet Licia, and Licia was fascinated to meet this woman who had no interest in sex. In typical irreverent Licia style, she said 'I'd love to have a look inside her pants. D'you think she actually has a clitoris?'

We got out the bikes (Licia was borrowing one of mine again) and rolled down to the Woolly Sheep Cafe on a glorious sunny morning. It wasn't even cold. Spring hadn't actually sprung yet, but it had at least got out of bed.

Bren was already sat outside in the sunshine, drinking a coffee, and she got up to give us hugs. 'Great to meet you Licia, I'd have loved to watch the British Championship race, but no TV coverage? What's that about?' Licia just shrugged and smiled. I could see her checking out Brenda like she was a rare species of bird or something. Well, in a way, she was.

Strange specimen though she may be, Licia soon realised that Brenda was good company, and we made a companionable trio riding through the Southern Uplands. I was glad they seemed to get along, and Brenda seemed to like Licia's brand of bawdy humour, even when we went through Twatt Lane and all the double-entendres came out. Asexual Brenda may be, but she's no prude.

We returned to the Woolly Sheep as firm friends, and went inside for slabs of cake and a huge pot of tea - an essential ritual after any group ride -- then we parted and returned home.

Of course, not being like Brenda, we fucked again that night (making good use of that big courgette) and the night after, and more times than I care to remember over the next few days. Living with Licia was brilliant, and I enjoyed every minute of it, but I did begin to worry a little.

In my normal single existence, although I was definitely sexually active, I didn't have the same opportunities as when Licia was there all the time. That's how I could tell Sharon, my cx team manager, honestly, that my "extra-curricular" activities didn't affect my race performances.

Now though, with sex almost permanently on offer, I wasn't certain that was true. Our relationship was still relatively new. We made each other endlessly horny, and now she had the opportunity, Licia was even more of a sexual hedonist than me.

One orgasm was never enough for her. It had to be multiples every time, which is fantastic but exhausting. I caught myself yawning numerous times during the day, and I was ready for bed at 9pm -- which to Licia meant even more sex.