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 05: Meanders in Flanders

I was grumpy. I'd returned from Italy to discover that Auntie Flo had come to stay. Yes, my monthly female curse. I suppose I'm luckier than some women, in that my periods are not particularly bad or painful, and they only last four days as a rule, but they still make me feel washed out and listless, which I hate, and turn me into Mrs Ratty.

'Well, it's better than it arriving just before the weekend,' said Licia when I moaned about it. 'This way, it will be gone by Saturday.'

'Yeah, you're right, as usual,' I sighed.

I'd phoned her on Tuesday night, mainly to grumble about the course for the upcoming Gent-Wevelgem race, but also about Auntie Flo, of course.

'Have you done the Gent-Wevelgem?' I asked her.

''Yes, two years ago. It was a lousy day. Wind and rain like you wouldn't believe. I finished in the Autobus.' (a group of riders who form right at the back of the field -- behind the peloton -- for mutual support.)

'The profile looks rubbish. It's basically flat for 90-odd kilometres, then there's a flurry of sharp little hills for 40km, then 35km almost flat to the finish.'

'Yeah it is like that, and the first 50km is out towards the North Sea, so it's often into a bastard of a headwind.'

'The women's doesn't even start in Gent, it starts in Ypres. Why the hell they don't let us ride the same course as the men is beyond me...' This was a favourite bone of contention with me. One I liked to gnaw on relentlessly.

'Remind me again why we're doing it?' I asked.

'Because it was on Molly's list and you said "OK then."

'Oh yeh, I did, didn' I?... Bummer.

'She laughed. 'Molly will just say it's character-building. It'll make you a proper Flandrienne.'

'She will say that... Speaking of Molly though, there's some good news. She says you can come with me and stay at her place Friday night.'

'Oo, nice. Time with sexy, sexy Molly.'

'You noticed then?'

Well of course. I'd have to be blind not to see she's still F.A.F.' (Fit As Fuck) 'Will Fanny be there?

'Don't know. Their relationship is pretty... varied. Even I don't fully understand it. They are both happy with it though, so I don't question it.'

'Are you still... intimate with Molly?'

'I wouldn't keep that from you babe.' No. Not since we've been... together. I'm very close to Molly - I have a lot of affection for her -- and I really like having sex with her. I wouldn't like to have to give it up permanently.'

'You don't need to. I know how close you are. I wish I was that close with my coach, but him being a bloke, that's not likely.' She cackled.

'Molly's ace. She seemed quite excited when I suggested bringing you...'

'Really? I'm flattered. Are we heading for threesomesville?'

Depends on the Fanny situation maybe, and whether I can kick Auntie Flo out in time, but I wouldn't rule it out.

'Anyway, clear it with your team and book a flight to Brussels for Friday. Mine lands at 10:35.'

Woo hoo! Yes Cap'n. I'll text you my ETA.

I ended the call with a grin on my face. I can't stay grumpy for long talking to Licia.

Her WhatsApp message came within an hour: 'Flight to BRU booked for Fri. ETA: 12:15pm. Threesomesville here we come!'

I sent back a laughing emoticon and a thumbs up. She was being presumptuous about the threesome, but it was a tantalizing prospect.

So, her flight was a little later, but not TOO long to wait. I was sure Molly wouldn't mind.

Despite Auntie Flo, I tried, as always, to press on with my training as normal, but I was curiously lethargic this time. More so than usual. It was a disconcerting feeling, because my periods don't usually affect me all that much. I wondered if the sheer volume of sex I'd been having that month had some bearing on it. The mysteries of the body, eh?

Anyway, by the time I flew to Brussels on the Friday, Auntie Flo had also flown, but she'd left me with a persistent lethargy that I couldn't shake off. I even fell asleep on the plane while reading something on my phone and dropped it on the cabin floor. The stewardess picked it up and handed it back with a smile.

I'd already told Molly what time Licia's flight was due, so when we met up, she took me to one of the many coffee bars for a chill. She was looking hot, as usual, with fitted black jeans, and a stylish wax cotton jacket in a lovely burgundy colour.

'Love the jacket, Molly,' I said, 'and the boots.' They were very chic ankle boots in grey suede, with a side zip, and a very subtle Cuban heel.

'Thank you,' she smiled. 'You look lovely too. You always look lovely.' Aww.

Given that I was just wearing blue jeans and a fleece, with trainers, it was a compliment I was happy to take.

We talked about the upcoming race, and I tried not to be too scathing about it. Molly admitted it was not one of her favourites, but being a Flanders race, she was almost duty-bound to defend it against disparagement from outsiders.

We moved on to talk about Licia and how our relationship was going, and I told her about having to cut back on the sex before Trofeo Binda. 'I know she's not at my level on the bike, but she has so much ENERGY.'

'Yes, I have that impression of her. One of those people who is always bouncing.'

'That's an interesting way to put it but, yes.'

The time flew, and we got up to go and meet her in arrivals. The board said ON TIME, and sure enough she bounced in, right on schedule, wearing her colourful Tibetan jacket and snowboard-style trousers, with a Schwalbe cap on her head.

Her look is nothing like Molly's - nothing like as chic and stylish -- but I love it anyway. I got a little zing in my tummy, just from seeing her.

There were hugs and kisses all round, and we headed for Molly's car, and the drive to Waregem (not to be confused with Wevelgem, where Sunday's race would finish). I just knew Molly would have a stoofpot on. She always makes one when I go to stay with her, and sure enough when we entered the house there was the unmistakeable aroma.

'Yay, stoofpot,' I beamed, and clapped my hands. Licia was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Finally she was going to get the chance to sample it.

Within half an hour, Licia and Molly were in the kitchen, having a discussion about the differences between a stoofpot, a hochepot, and an Irish Stew. Molly was saying, 'They're all just words for a stew really. There's no fixed recipe. This one I make has either chicken or rabbit, and I make the stock from gueuze, a kind of rustic local beer. I only use oude gueuze -- the unsweetened kind.'

Licia was nodding. Hanging on every word, taking it all in. I could imagine that a Molly-style stoofpot would appear when I was in Ireland before long, though where Licia would get gueuze from I don't know. Maybe it could be made with Guinness...? Now there's an idea.

It was great to see them together. Such a contrast, physically, but two of the most gorgeous people in the world to my eyes, and it made me super-happy that they were getting on so well.

But, there was a small elephant in the room. When we sat down to eat, I said 'No Fanny today Mol?'

'No, she and Marianne are going to see a film. It's a tragicomedy. Doesn't appeal to me at all.'

'Fanny and Marianne?' I asked.

'Yes. Don't read anything into it Chloe, they are good friends. They do hang out together sometimes.'

'They knew Licia and I were coming though, didn't they?'

'Yes, of course.' She gave me a withering look.

I decided to let the subject drop. I didn't really know how the relationship between the three of them worked, especially now Marianne was out, but I didn't need to worry it like a dog with a bone. All I wanted to know was whether Molly was thinking what Licia and I were thinking.

'So, Molly...' I looked at her with a fruity smirk.

'Yes, Chloe.' She said, nodding and pre-empting me.. 'Do you think I'll be able to resist temptation with you two in the house? You two? So young, fit, gay and sexy? And me? Not quite so young, but pretty fit, gay, and horny?' Come on...'

'Fit as fuck, actually,' said Licia.

We giggled. There was a delicious fizz of sexual excitement in the air.

Molly turned up the heating. 'Let's get the place warm so we can watch some porn in the nude,' she said. It's a great way to build up excitement.' As if the excitement needed building up...

We didn't strip off immediately, we gave the heating a chance to do its stuff, and just sat on the sofa and chatted. About sex of course. At this point, there was no other subject.

'I always thought you were hot, Molly,' said Licia. 'Back when you were at the top and I was an Under-23, I used to try get a glimpse of you in the showers. It was handy that we raced together in the same race. I was never anywhere near you in the races, obviously, but we were in the showers at the same time. Once, I was in the cubicle next to you, and I got myself off, just knowing you were just the other side of that thin partition.'

'That's very flattering,' said Molly, 'I don't think you knew how cute and sexy you looked to me back then.'

'Really?' said Licia. 'You noticed me?'

'Of course. You were the rising star from Britain -- before Chloe came along...' Licia rolled her eyes. 'Great things were expected, and yes, you were cute. Still are.'

This was fascinating. Licia was being very candid -- I think deliberately. It was a way to push Molly's buttons, and it certainly seemed to be working. And Molly was giving the same back.

When all this took place, if Molly was, say, 31 (when she won her 2nd world cx title) Licia would have been 19, and I would have been a youngster of 15... about the time I first took up cyclocross. It made me realise that Licia is significantly older, though she never seems it to me.

Anyway, the flirting between them was stimulating. They'd admired each other years ago, and now here they were, about to, fulfil old fantasies. I almost felt like I should let them enjoy it alone, just the two of them.

I'm joking. There's no way I was missing out on a piece of THIS action.

Licia was saying 'I never thought I'd be in your living room, about to get naked with you. It's insane.'

Molly smiled. 'And look at me! Old and past it, with two young babes...'

'Hey, hey, stop that,' I rebuked her. 'You're not old. You're not nearly old. You're one of the sexiest women I know -- of any age -- and us two "young babes" are lucky to be here with you.'

She grinned. 'Come on, let's get naked and watch some porn.'

We all stripped, and Molly moved the sofa nearer to her wall-mounted TV. We sat in a row, with Molly in the middle, and she navigated to a film she said was a particular favourite of hers.

One of the most off-putting things about porn, to me, is that when you are trying to find something good, you have to endure inescapable flashes of cocks, and blokes doing their animalistic humping thing. Ugh. I kept my eyes closed until the film started.

It was a lesbian threesome, with three very beautiful women, two of them young, perhaps 20-21 and the other in her 30s. I could see why she'd chosen it.

The "story" was that the older woman was introducing the younger ones to the joys of lesbian sex, and she had them both lick her pussy, while she lay on a sofa, legs akimbo. Her breasts were amazingly firm, with super-pointy nipples, and her pussy was pink, wet and fleshy. I loved the way the younger women to turns tonguing her while the other watched. Their fascination, and their arousal looked genuine. If it wasn't, they were very good actresses.

Molly's hands drifted to our pussies as we watched, and ours drifted to hers. Soon, we were all fingering each other, with Molly getting the benefit of both my fingers and Licia's. Our moans joined those of the older woman on the screen.

Licia was first to come, with a delightful little whimper, and I wasn't far behind her. Molly's fingers are magical.

There was a pause, as we recovered from our orgasms, then we resumed our attentions. Licia got down on the floor, and I did the same. It was inevitable. Why watch the double licking on the screen when we could do it for real.

We copied the young women in the film, taking turns to lick and finger Molly's delectable pussy while the other watched. 'Oh my God this is so fucking hot,' said Licia, and she was right.

When she used her long tongue, I could almost feel it, as if she were doing it to me. That feeling is so familiar to me now. Molly seemed to be enjoying it, judging by the gorgeously rapturous sounds she was making. They were certainly more raw and convincing than the over-exaggerated caterwauling on the video.

We paid no further attention to the porn. It had served its purpose as a component of our arousal, but now, we only needed each other.

Eating Molly's pussy is always a treat, but being able to also watch Licia do it was something extra special, and as she rose towards her peak, we did our pincer movement thing, trapping her engorged clit between our fluttering tongues and sending her soaring into a sensual cosmos.

As she floated gradually back to Earth, Licia and I enjoyed an extraordinary slippery-slidey tongue kiss, then I sucked her tongue, which I love. Mmm, Licia's tongue with added Molly... fucking delish.

Licia got up and lay next to Molly, with a groan of pleasure, and they kissed. I stood up and looked at them, smooching salaciously, legs askew in the careless abandon of sexual gratification. They were nothing alike, except for one thing -- well, two things.

Their pussies were remarkably similar. Both had similarly dark pubes, contrasting with pale skin, both had prominent, almost meaty inner lips, and both had deep pink pink inner flesh, rubescent with arousal. LIcia had even started trimming her pubes a little less, once she realised my liking for them, so now, I had two rather lush bushes at my disposal. Mm mmm, my mouth watered again.

Licia wanted mine though. Molly seemed in a bit of a daze, a bit spacey, but Licia lay on her back and said 'Queen me, babe ' so I crawled onto the sofa, inserting my knee between them and straddled her face. She wriggled down a little, and said 'Fuck my tongue ' Ooohh, shiver.

That tongue is a wonder. She stuck it out, vertically, and I sank down on it, feeling its amazing muscularity parting my lips. It's a pretty good fit in my tight little vag, and I savoured the feeling of it as I lifted myself up slowly, then sank down again until my wet lips squished down on hers. She gave a muffled moan, and I lifted myself up again, paused, then sank down again. SO fucking lewd and horny.

'You like that?' I said, and she made a slightly gurgly sound of approval. She loves tongue fucking me, and I was loving indulging her prurient hunger, just moving slowly up and down on her tongue. Each time my lips pressed down on her mouth, her tongue curled, just flirting with the edge of my spot, and I wiggled slightly, rubbing my clit against her upper lip.

Molly had revived now and was watching us avidly, her fingers teasing her own clit. 'Oh wow, this is so hot to watch.' She breathed. The caterwauling continued on the TV, but we weren't taking a blind bit of notice.

I knew from past experience that Licia's tongue gets tired though. She can't hold it stiff forever, and after a while she gave a little moan and I lifted myself up. She swallowed, then said 'Fuck my face...

I keep my pubes neatly trimmed. Although I enjoy a lush bush, I like the look of my neat one, and Licia does too. She says it could win a pussy beauty contest, and I paused to let her gaze at it, showing off by pulling up on my mons with my fingers, making my clit and my inner lips stand out.

Another advantage of shorter pubes is that my inner lips can be seen more clearly, and I loved watching them riding over her mouth and nose as I began to fuck her face. I was so very wet, and I deliberately rode right up to her hairline, thrusting my hips forward and rolling from side to side, trying to coat her whole face in my slippery goo, cos I know she loves that.

She couldn't really speak much, but she was able to gasp out. 'Oh... fuck... yes... fuck... me... oh... oh... fuck,' in between my pussy sliding over her mouth.

Molly was wanking like fury now, her eyes like saucers as she gazed at us. In fact, so was Licia, her fingers pumping in and out of her squelching pussy as I fucked her, and it didn't take long before the air was filled with our pre-orgasmic cries of pleasure.

Predictably, Licia was first to surf the climactic crest, her hand fucking her pussy so hard it made her whole body shake, and that was enough to send me into orgasmic overdrive. I raised myself up and finished myself off in a similar way; pumping my fingers in and out of my tight hole in a frenzy. My climax was wonderfully sustained -- it seemed to last for minutes -- and my pussy drooled long strings of gooey sex syrup all over Licia's face, as she lay with her mouth wide open, catching my essence as it dribbled out of me.

'Oooohhhhh fuuuuuckk... Molly's orgasm arrived violently and she slammed her head back onto the cushions, over and over, as her legs thrashed wildly. 'Fuck... fuck... fuuck...' she cried out, almost desperately, as she came. - It was obviously a good one!

I flopped forward against the sofa's backrest, and we all lay there panting. Shattered by the release, the outpouring of lust and lascivity. It was intense. A meeting of 3 towering libidos. It was bound to be spectacular.

None of us moved for long moments. I slumped there, drooling on Molly's sofa, still straddling Licia, who had her head turned and my abdomen pressing down on her cheek. I realised I had to move, so I stirred myself and got to my feet. We were all moans and groans, but they were good moans and groans. Moans and groans of ravishment.

We took turns in the bathroom, then dressed, loosely, and Molly opened a bottle of wine and some snacks. Well, cheese and biscuits actually. Since I've been going to Molly's, I've acquired a real taste for Belgian cheeses, like Postel, Nazareth, and Passendale, and Molly served us all these. Delicious. In fact, I have to admit... I had some of the latter lurking in the fridge back home in Scotland.

We relaxed on the sofa for a while, watching a bizarre Belgian game show, which was one of the best comedies I've ever seen, and the fuzzy feeling of contentment was just unbeatable. The post-sex glow. Even the cheese and wine tasted better.

Contented we may have been, but that didn't mean we couldn't get horny again. After the mad game show, something less riveting came on, and we inevitably started talking about the scintillating sex we'd just had.

'That's a long-harboured fantasy fulfilled for me,' said Licia. 'Eating your pussy...' Molly chuckled and looked a little embarrassed.

'I loved watching and being part of it,' I said. 'It was so friggin hot

'I could tell you were very turned on, Chloe,' said Molly. 'Your come was amazing. I've never seen anything like it, except in porn, and I just assumed that was fake.'

'Have you never come like that Molly?' I asked.

'Well not quite like that, no.'

'I think I'm getting wetter as I get older,' I mused.

Licia looked thoughtful. 'I think you -- or we -- are getting wetter as we get more horny and have more sex. Maybe the porn girls get like that because they do it so much. Some it IS fake, by the way.'