Chloe Rides Again Pt. 04

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.

Bear in mind we were also in full training on the bikes at the same time. The Trofeo Binda was only a few days away, and I needed to restore my energy if I was to perform well. I didn't just need a training taper, I needed a sexual one too. I had to have a word with her.

It wasn't such an easy subject to broach, and I was clumsy in the way I did it -- which was probably a symptom of my general tiredness.

We were sat watching the Tirreno Adriatico race on TV after dinner, and I said 'Do you think we could notch it back a bit on the sex, Licia? I mean, not do it every night and every morning? I'm tired.'

She looked at me and said 'Er, yeh, If you want.'

I should have backed it up with a little explanation, but I didn't. I didn't even look away from the TV. Nothing else was said, but it was a roaring silence.

When she got up to go to the bathroom, I realised I'd upset her. She was never silent for this long. When she called down the stairs 'I'm off to bed now,' I knew I'd REALLY upset her.

I quickly turned everything off and went upstairs, kicking myself for the crass way I'd handled it. She was already in bed with her back turned to me and I quickly undressed and got in with her. She wasn't asleep.

'Sorry Chlo,' she said.

'Sorry??' I took her shoulder and turned her onto her back. 'What have you got to be sorry for?'

'I think I got carried away. I knew it was crazy, but I thought you were loving it as much as me.'

'HEY, stop. I was loving it. Still am loving it.'

'But you went so cold, just then downstairs.'

'Babe, I didn't go cold. I was just a stupid cow. I didn't mean it to seem like that...

'Why do you want to stop then?'

'I don't want to stop.... Listen, let me start again. I love every minute of being with you. I love the sex, I love the laughs, I love YOU. And I know you love me because you're loving the fucking life out of me... Don't get me wrong, it would be a great way to go, and I'd die happy' - she chuckled - 'but we are professional cyclists and we need to save something for the Binda this weekend. After that, you can fuck me to death if you want.'

She looked at me with watery eyes, and said. 'Oh God I love you Chloe,' and we rolled towards each other and clung together, tightly.

I realised that all the wild, hedonistic sex, all the desire, all the NEED to make love at every opportunity, was just her way of showing her feelings for me, and I felt humbled by that. Of course, I felt like that about her too.

'I love you, Licia, and I know you love me. You don't need to prove it by fucking the living daylights out of me'

'But I want to...'

'OK then, but after the weekend, eh?'

She giggled, slightly, and we spent a beautiful few minutes just kissing and cuddling until she drifted off to sleep.

I had the impression she had been a little anxious. Anxious to prove her love for me. Of course, she wanted the sex; she had a deep, carnal desire, but at a primitive level, she wanted to demonstrate her love. I needed to appreciate that more.

I moved my head closer to her as she slept, so we were occupying the same space, breathing the same air. I savoured the warm scent of her, then I spiralled down into sleep.

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Trofeo Alfredo Binda.

The Binda is a bit of an oddball. For a start, it's by far the oldest classic on the women's tour, having started way back in 1974, but it's also unusual in having no male counterpart -- it's a stand-alone women's race. Even more odd then, that it should be named after a male cyclist.

Alfredo Binda was one of the Italian greats of the 1920s and 30s, winning multiple grand tours, three world championships, and numerous classics. He also later coached three Italian winners of the Tour de France. He was definitely a superstar, but it's still a mystery to me why the race inaugurated in his name is a women-only event.

I'm glad it exists though; It makes a nice change from men's races with no female equivalent, of which there are many.

The race takes place in the far north of Italy, near the shores of Lago Maggiori, and close to the Swiss border, and it's hosted by the town of Cittiglio, Alfredo Binda's home town.

While I have enormous respect for Alfredo and what he achieved, I think races should be named for their location or features, not for sponsors, or to honour just one person, as in this case. Surely, the sport is bigger than any sponsor or individual superstar? OK, rant mode OFF.

Actually, come to think of it, I could also have a bit of a rant about the course. The start location, and the first part of the route, changes annually, but the race always finishes up with multiple laps of a circuit near Cittiglio, to make the distance up to around 140km. This year, there were to be five laps of a 15km loop, but I think there has been a tendency to rely more and more on this circuit, and that seems lazy and unimaginative to me. There's a wealth of fine terrain within reach of Cittiglio. Why not use it?

Anyway, as with Strade Bianche, I decided to join the team for a recon on the Saturday (the race was on Sunday) so Licia and I flew to Milan on the Friday, to join our teams.

Licia and I were OK again now. We had cut back slightly on the wild, libidinous sex over the previous few days, but I had made sure I showed her plenty of affection, to dispel any idea that I was cooling towards her, which I wasn't

I'd regained my freshness again now and I was looking forward to the weekend.

There were four team buses waiting in the airport bus park, and almost as soon as I got on, Tera came to me with a smile and a little hug. 'Chloe, hi, I've had a word with Rob and Gabi. Marlen and Helen are going to be main domestiques this time, so you are free to go in the break if you want to. It's my thank you for Strade.'

Wow. I clasped her in a big hug. 'Thanks Tera, I appreciate it.'

Being given the green light to go in the break was quite a big thing. More often than not, on any stage or one-day race, the break gets caught, but sometimes, just sometimes, they stay away, and there have been some famous victories achieved from successful breakaways.

Plus, it's a rare bit of freedom for a domestique. Some riders spend their whole career in service of others. Being in a break provides a welcome opportunity to race for yourself. I didn't expect to remain a domestique for long, but I still relished the prospect of being "let off the leash."

The social hub of the race was the Bar Salita, and a sizeable crowd of cyclists gathered there after dinner to chat and relax. It was a different atmosphere to other races because, with no men's race, the crowd was very heavily biased towards women. I'd say men were outnumbered 5 to 1 in the bar. I liked it.

Licia was in fixer mode, moving to arrange room shares for the rest of the weekend. She managed to get Stella, Helen, Lucy and me, all together to talk about it.

'You have a scheme, don't you?' I said to her, and she grinned her mischievous little grin.

'Well, I've managed to arrange to share with Stella, and I was thinking...' Helen, Lucy and I looked at her expectantly. 'I was thinking...'

'Yes?'

If Chloe joined us, at our hotel, that would leave a space for Lucy at yours, Helen.'

Everyone was grinning. She'd clearly thought this through. Advantageous to Helen and Lucy, but really just a scheme to bring about a threesome with me and Stella, who was blushing adorably.

'I like it, said Lucy, but for Sunday night hm? Tonight and tomorrow I need to save energy to beat Tera and Chloe in the race.'

I laughed. I didn't enlighten her about my new freedom from domestiquery.

'Right. Sunday night then, eh?' said Licia. We all nodded.

We returned to our hotels, and Helen was a bit later than me. She was 'saying an extended goodnight' to Lucy, and I had a strange little feeling of envy, even though Licia and I had enjoyed a nice smooch before we parted. I guess I just want it all.

I watched Helen undress for bed, and I thought again how marvellously womanly she is. I was very tempted to test the openness of her relationship with Lucy, and mine with Licia, but I gave myself a mental slap. I'd only just got myself back together after a bout of overindulgence. It would be crazy to start something with Helen, especially knowing how carried away we can get. Remember Willingen?

So, I just went to the bathroom, got my 'jamas on, and got into bed. I smiled across at Helen, who was already well on her way to nod, then clicked off the light and snuggled down under the covers.

....

We gathered the next day in Luino, where the race start would be located, for the recce ride, which would be over a section that contained the most crucial climbs, where it was all expected to happen. We'd miss out the initial loop along the lakeside, and we'd do just one lap of the finishing circuit, so the distance would only be about 50km, but we'd be doing the three main climbs, Masciago Primo, Casales and Orino. The last two of these were on the circuit and would have to be done five times each. Brutal.

On their own, none of these climbs were difficult but, as we knew by now, at race pace ANY climb can be a brute.

I enjoyed the ride. The girls were all great company, and it was nice to ride along behind Helen and Marlen sometimes and compare their shapely waists, bums and legs. Marlen is taller and slimmer, but there's no hiding her feminine shape. Both of them are lovely.

I was reminded of riding behind Licia in Ireland, and all the other times I've had the pleasure, and I smiled to myself. Now, she was my girlfriend. That made me very happy.

On the last climb, Orino, Mia told us that its name is almost the same as the Italian word for urine, which is orina. 'It's well-named,' she said.

'Really? Why?'

'It pisses me off...' Who knew Mia was such a wag?

We arrived back in Cittiglio, where the main car park in the centre of town was thronged with a crowd of exclusively female cyclists. A wonderful sight. I spotted Licia's Insta-Schwalbe team, clusteed around a team car, loading bikes (they must have been just ahead of us) so I handed my bike to a mechanic and walked over.

She had her back to me, so I crept up and squidged each side of her waist with my fingers, making her squeak, and she turned and did the same to me. Her team mates just rolled their eyes. All except Stella, who was watching us with a look of, I suppose, fascination.

'How was your ride?' I said.

'Yeah, OK. Five times round that loop though... It'll be like, "not another bloody lap..."

'Bit like 'cross, maybe.'

'I don't get bored doing 'cross though.' She had a point. In a 'cross race, there's always something to concentrate on, other than just turning the pedals. The road isn't like that.

In the evening, we didn't go out to socialise. Just like Strade, everyone was thinking about the race and getting a good night's sleep. That's also a bit of a contrast compared with 'cross. Everyone is just a little bit more serious.

Helen surprised me by suggesting we go to bed at about 9pm. That was really early. 10, or 10:30 would be more normal. Was she thinking of sex? I temporised by saying 'Yeh, just let me finish this Coke,'

I wondered whether I was OK with it. Licia and I did say we could, as long as it wasn't in secret. Did I need to text her, and say 'Hi, is it OK if I fuck Helen tonight?' I was also aware she was sharing with Stella. Perhaps she'd be introducing her to the delights of that long tongue?

I decided that what we didn't know wouldn't hurt us, and said 'OK Helen, I'm ready.'

I still wasn't quite sure what she had in mind, but as we got into the room, she said, 'Can we have a little snuggle? I love a snuggle with you, Chloe.'

I smiled. I'd heard her use that word before, and I knew in Helen's English it could mean just a cuddle, or something more. I decided to take whatever she meant by it tonight. 'Of course Helen, I'd like that.'

We stripped and got into bed - always a thrill with Helen. The smell of her, the feel of her, and those warm, twinkly eyes... I always melt.

We kissed -- oh heaven -- and lay side by side, half facing each other, and she opened her legs and took my hand, whispering, 'Use your fingers, as she guided me to her pussy. Her own hand came across to my sex, and I opened my legs and welcomed her.

We lay like this, looking into each other's eyes, and caressed our pussy lips, copying each other's movements. We dipped our fingers in our honey, and swirled them around our clits, building our arousal for long, luxurious minutes, then we slipped them inside...

My hand moulded to her mons, and her pubes felt divine against the ball of my thumb, as I began slow, lubricious thrusts with my middle fingers, and she copied me.

Our foreheads pressed together as we carried each other towards the peak of pleasure. Higher and higher, more and more irresistible.

I got there first; my orgasm rushed up suddenly and overwhelmed me, and I moaned and gasped in its inundation. Helen kissed me, making the peak even sweeter, and I determinedly kept up my avid fingering of her delectable sex.

I think my orgasm helped her to reach hers (that wondrous lesbian empathy again) and within a minute she stiffened, held her breath momentarily, then released a long animal groan as her climax engulfed her.

In the aftermath, we kay kissing and sharing each others fingers, relishing the taste of our orgasms. We could easily have started over, but we settled for one O each and I sighed and got up. We went for a pee and rinsed our faces, then got into our beds.

Before I turned off the light, we smiled at each other, and I marvelled again at her warm twinkly eyes.

'Night Helen.'

'Night Chloe.'

***

Race Day.

Once again, I was a breakfast beast in the morning, ravenously devouring everything in sight. Italian breakfasts are something special and I was determined to sample ALL of it. As a handy side-benefit, it was also great fuel for the race.

There was much talk about how Tera could combat the threat of Marieke. Unlike Strade, this race had a flat finish, and a bunch sprint had to be avoided at all costs. Marieke had already won twice here in bunch sprints, and was quite likely to do so again. We needed to exploit her weakness on the climbs and get rid of her. It was just a pity the climbs weren't a bit bigger.

I volunteered to resume my domestique role, but Tera said, 'No, Chloe, I've said you can go free today. Enjoy yourself. After Strade you deserve it ' I smiled, but I was a little torn. Part of me wanted to help. Who knew I was such a team player?

At the start, I found Licia and told her about my new freedom, and she said, 'Great, are you going to go for it?'

'Mm, probably. Might as well give it a go, eh?

'Yeh, why not,' she grinned.

We rolled out of town on the neutralised start, crossed the river, then came alongside the lake and, oh wow... As much as I love cyclocross, nothing can compete with the scenery you get in road races like this. It was SPECTACULAR. I was so entranced, I almost missed the flag being waved at km 0 to signal the race start. Time to focus, Chloe, come on.

Attacks started immediately, but I kept my powder dry for now. None of the early moves stayed clear for long, as the peloton's pace was quite brisk and none of the groups worked together very well.

I knew that the route turned away from the lakeside at around the 5km mark, and climbed up onto a 350m high hill, and I decided that was the place to attack. I looked around to see who was near me, and I spotted the Austrian, Franka Stellner of Team Vista Maxx, and my cyclocross rival, Leona Breva, of Equipe Verso-Lab. Both seemed poised.

As the road swung away from the lake at Valtravaglia, there was a little ramp, and it was here that I launched my attack. I didn't go to 100% because I hoped a few others would join me. 80 or 90% was enough, but I didn't look back until the road started to go briefly downhill, then I looked around and saw that I had brought four others with me; Franka, Leona, Nia Agostina of Team Pro-Fast, and... Licia! I was so stoked to have her with us.

Nobody else from the peloton was chasing, so we were away. I was actually surprised, after my last two performances, that nobody tried to bring me back. Perhaps we'd caught them napping.

A group of 5 is handy, we could work together well, but it's not a powerful group. We would definitely have our work cut out to hold off a charging peloton once they really started chasing, but we had a chance and, with Licia along, I could certainly have some fun.

We all knew our chances of survival were slim, so we immediately started doing the chain gang thing, rotating through and sharing the lead, like a team time trial. By the village of Mermenanga, at 40km, we had a lead of almost 7 minutes, and we held it over the Masciago Primo, the biggest climb on the whole route.

By the time we reached the start of the circuit at 60km, the gap was 7.45, but the next radio message, 10km later, said 6:58. The peloton was obviously getting its act together.

So, there were 65 km to go, and they had gained 47 seconds in the last 10km. At that rate they would gain just over 5 mins by the finish and we wouldn't be caught, but it wasn't that simple. The peloton would certainly continue to accelerate, with its massive drafting advantage, and our group was already weakening. Franka, and Nia were struggling to take their turns on the front now, and they were only just able to hang on up the climbs. Soon, they would lose touch.

The circuit was deceptively gruelling. The two climbs weren't hard individually, but 5 laps meant 10 climbs, and that takes it's toll.

We were trying to keep up a pace that would keep the peloton at bay and it was too hot for Franka and Nia. On lap 2 they lost touch and, realising they couldn't possibly stay clear, they both sat up to wait for the bunch.

Three of us remained, and we drove on, still working together, but I started to feel that the pace wasn't quite hot enough, especially on the climbs. I wondered whether I should attack and try to go it alone.

At the start of lap 4, our gap was down to 2.12 -- with 30km to go. It was looking unlikely we would survive. I felt I had a bit more pace in me, but 30km alone, with the peloton in full cry behind? That would be a truly monumental effort.

My other option was to sit up, wait for the peloton, and try to help Tera with "the Marieke problem." I didn't like the thought of it though. It would be capitulation.

On the ascent of Orino on lap 3 Licia couldn't take her turn on the front. I looked back at her and she shook her head. She had a slack-jawed, ashen look about her. She was finished.

I dropped back and she puffed, 'Spent, babe... Can't do it.' We briefly clasped hands and I gave her a smile, then let her drop. She shouted 'Get 'em girl!' then she drifted away behind. Shame. I really wanted to take her to the finish with me. It had been fun while it lasted though. It's not often that we get the chance to share a few miles in a race.

While this little parting was taking place, Leona had taken a flyer and attacked. She was determined to go solo to a home victory, "for the glory of Italy."

Dammit. She already had 50 metres on me, but I got my head down and chased, and I managed to get back to her wheel at the start of lap 4. I sat in for a minute or two to recover, then came through to the front, saying to her, sternly, 'We have to work together.'

For the next lap, we did, but as we crossed the finish line for the penultimate time, the gap was down to 1.03. Just one minute, with 15km to go. Was it a forlorn hope? Should we sit up?

I knew Leona wouldn't. She was desperate for that victory on home soil, so we drove on. Obviously, the two of us together had a better chance than either of us alone, so we continued to share the leading and drafting.

On the climbs, the slipstream was much less valuable, and I noticed a little gap opening sometimes when I was on the front, with Leona only fighting back through sheer determination. Should I attack and abandon her? Could I go it alone over the last 10km?

I decided not to. We'd still be faster together, and if we came to the finish together, I'd be likely to win in a two-up sprint. Leona would prefer a long sprint, rather than a short explosive one, but I still felt I'd have her covered.

Amazingly, as we entered the final kilometre we were still clear, but the bunch had us in their sights. They were bearing down at 60kph, and Leona chose this moment to start playing cat and mouse, easing off to tempt me into launching my sprint early. 'Fucking hell, Leona, we haven't time for this!' I yelled, as I stood up and sprinted past her. We still had 900m to go. It was far too early to sprint, but she'd left me no choice.

She struggled to get on my wheel, and I almost got away solo. I knew I couldn't maintain a full-blooded sprint for almost a kilometre though, and as I moderated my effort a little, she clawed her way back. My speed was still high, so I didn't think she'd be able to come around me, even from my slipstream.

I drove for the line but, with 300m to go it all became futile as the flying peloton swept us up like bits of flotsam and we finished nowhere. Cruel.

It was a kerb-to-kerb bunch sprint, and a photo finish, with a surprising result; Marieke got herself boxed in on the final surge and was late starting her sprint. You can't get away with that in a finish like this, and she wasn't even on the podium.

Meanwhile, thanks to Lucy giving her a perfect lead-out, Suzy had won, beating Tera by a tyre. I wondered if having me to lead her out, rather than Marlen, would have made the difference. We'll never know.

Biggest surprise of the day - for me, anyway -- was Mae Snijders (yes, Molly's Mae) coming through to take 3rd. Very, very impressive at only 19 years of age. There's a real talent there.

It was a strange feeling after the race. I felt I'd had a brilliant ride; an epic escape, time spent in a chain gang with Licia, a tense battle with Leona, a nail-biting attempt to outrun the peloton, but then -- WHOOSH -- from 1st to 41st in 300 metres. A massive 4-hour effort, all for nothing. Well, it was good training, I suppose.

I didn't attend the podium. I'd played no part in Tera's second place, and I'd have plenty of chances to see pictures of Mae's smiling face online. Instead, I sought out Licia, who was doing a warm-down on rollers.

'Hey, you were close, eh?' she said as soon as she saw me.

'Yeh, but a miss is as good as a mile in this game...' I didn't feel bitterly disappointed or anything, there was just a bit of mild frustration that the outcome was unsatisfactory. '... Bit of a bummer. I enjoyed our little adventure though.'

She grinned, 'Yeh, beats sitting in the bunch all day.'

'Technically, you beat me today,' I said. She'd been among the first wave of the bunch as they swept past and she'd been given 27th place -- 14 places ahead of me.

'Ha!' she laughed. 'That's a first.'

She climbed off the trainer and we went to find Stella, to check she was still up for our little threesome later on. We found her on the Insta-Schwalbe team bus and she came out to talk to us. As a member of another team, it was not the done thing for me to go onto their bus, and the subject matter was not suitable for sharing with others anyway.

We went and sat at a picnic table in the sunshine. The March weather in northern Italy was fantastic; sunny and 15-16 degrees in the afternoon, so we were able to sit out in our racing kit, with just windproof jackets on.

We talked a bit about the race. Stella had finished safely in the bunch, and she was happy with that. 'My only target was finishing,' she said. 'A third of the field didn't finish, including more than 20 Italian girls, so for a beginner from Denmark, finishing is a good result.' She grinned. 'I was amazed how easy it was to go really fast at the back of the bunch. There's so much slipstream you almost get dragged along.' We nodded knowingly, and smiled at her wide-eyed amazement.

I eventually raised the subject of our planned terzetto. 'Yes, I still want to. It's my first time with two others though, so I might not be good.' She smiled a little shyly.

'You'll be great, Stella,' I said. 'Don't worry, we'll guide you. We'll have a lovely time, you'll see.'

'You know, last night, just from curiosity, I typed "lesbian threesome" into Google,' she said, 'and I couldn't believe what I got! So very hot. Are we really going to do that? Those things?'

'Well I don't know what things you were watching, but it's pretty safe to say yes. Whatever you like.'

She grinned, gleefully. 'I'm so excited. I've only been with one girl before.'

'No threesomes?'

'No, and only one girl, my neighbour, Mirka.'

'Really? Your neighbour?'

'Yeh, we played around, whenever our parents weren't home. We called it "frække ting" -- naughty things.

'When I was 16-17 I never took any interest in boys. It was only when Mirka and I started our frække ting that I found out why. Girls are much sexier!'

'Yes, we are.' We all grinned at each other.

'Do you still do it?' Licia asked, 'The freaky thing?'

Stella chuckled. 'Frække ting. No, because I moved away, for cycling, of course.'

'And you haven't had sex since you moved away?' I asked, a little incredulous. 'Two years?'

'No... One and a half years anyway. '

'Wow. You need to make up for lost time!'

She smiled and blushed a little.

'So, 9 pm at your hotel?'

'Yes, we'll meet you in the bar,' said Licia.

So, the previous night, when I was licentiously playing with Helen, and making assumptions about Licia and Stella, they hadn't actually done anything. Despite Licia's talk about Stella, and the obvious temptation, she'd remained chaste. I had amends to make.

I headed for my hotel, to have shower, maybe a nap, and then get ready for dinner. Helen was not in the room when I got back, and I just got under the shower and had a cheeky little wank, thinking about Stella, Mirka, and their "frække ting," and enjoying the anticipation of what was to come later on.

When Helen returned, I was in bed, napping. I woke up, and she apologised, but it was timely because it was almost time for dinner. God, I was ravenous.

The race was deemed a success, despite not winning. My near miss was applauded with lots of 'bad luck' commiserations, and Tera's second on the podium was considered an excellent outcome.

I'd been so focussed on food, and thinking about the evening to come, that I'd forgotten to talk to Molly, so as soon as I got back up to the room I called her.

'Hi Mol, what did you think about that then? Mae on the podium!'

'Hi Chloe, yes, she's a really good sprinter. I knew she'd spring a surprise at some point. She's way faster in a sprint than Inga or Leonie, let alone me. Maybe faster than I ever was. I think she's bound to win at some point, and if she does it before she turns 20 she'll be the youngest ever winner of a World Tour race!'

I could tell she was very excited by Mae's talent, so I didn't mention my race, but she eventually got around to it.

'Anyway, what about you?? So near -- less than 300 metres. It's a shame your companions weren't a little stronger, and that Leona was racing for herself instead of working better with you to stay away. It made great TV though... That final chase was a cliffhanger. Your value must be going through the roof just now!'

I laughed. She was right, but I rarely thought about it that way. My current contract made me richer than I'd ever been, so I wasn't thinking much about more money, but of course Molly knew that a more lucrative contract for me would equal a pay rise for her. She's not daft.

Anyway, we were in a happy place, and the following week we were back in her back yard for the Gent-Wevelgem in Flanders Fields. Quite apart from looking forward to renewing my connection with Team Lyon, I also relished the thought that there would be the possibility of a bit of Molly's special brand of loving. I was REALLY looking forward to that.

First though, I was off to meet Licia and Stella, and that was also exciting. I started getting myself ready, looking through my suitcase for nice undies. Helen arrived back as I was choosing. Perfect. 'What do you think Helen? The black ones, or the red?' I said as I modelled them for her.

'Oh definitely the black,' She said, as she eyed me up. This was building up our excitement splendidly. I love showing off, and Helen was quite obviously enjoying my little lingerie show.

'What time is Lucy coming? I asked.

'In the next 15 minutes... and hopefully a few times after that,' she replied, with the sultriest of looks.

'Oh God, Helen, stop it. I'm trying to keep these knickers dry.'

I dressed quickly, kissed Helen on the cheek, and headed out. As I exited the lift, I met Lucy on her way in. We exchanged 'hi's and fruity smiles, and I was very pleased to see an unmistakable twinkle in her eyes. Lovely.

I arrived in the bar of the Insta-Schwalbe team hotel a few minutes early, so I got myself a drink and sat down to wait for them. A few girls came to give me kudos for my almost-successful break, including the Australian, Becca Redman, who I couldn't help but notice is very tasty indeed. Just another beautiful straight woman who really needs to turn... There are so many.

They arrived, Licia looking very short and compact next to Stella, who is considerably taller and more rangy. Licia was wearing her customary baggy pants and a vest top, but Stella was looking quite racy in white denim shorts, flat plimsolls with no socks, and a sleeved crop top which showed off her peachy (and evidently braless) breasts very nicely.

Her breasts seem small on her frame, but they are actually a very nice couple of handfuls. Definitely more than a mouthful.

They got drinks and sat with me and we talked about sex. Stella seemed bright and chirpy, and she was very open, almost eager, to share her story and her sexual thoughts and desires.

'So what freaky things did you do with Mirka?' Licia asked.

Stella chuckled and corrected her again. 'Frække ting. You'll get it eventually... It started off with a kiss. Mirka asked if she could kiss me, so I said yes, and I liked it. A lot. We both did.'

'So did you go further?' Licia asked.

'Not that first time. But later, we started feeling each other's boobies. Mirka had lovely big boobies. She probably still does.'

'We chuckled, but it was partly because she called them "boobies."

'I really loved sucking her nipples and the way they got hard and crinkly in my mouth. And the way she put her hand on my head and sighed.'

Licia and I both sighed, thinking about it.

'Sometimes, we used our fingers and gave each other orgasms. Much better orgasms than using our own fingers.'

We nodded, 'Oh, yes.'

'We even tasted each other's fingers once. That was nice. She tasted different to me.'

'Only once? Said Licia.

'Yes. We did the fingering a few times more, but not the tasting. I think we would have gone further... You know, oral sex, but I moved away.'

'Wait... You've never had oral sex?' I asked, a little shocked. 'Never eaten pussy?'

'No, not yet.'

'Or had yours eaten?' asked Licia.

'No.'

'And never been with anyone other than Mirka?'

'No.... Well, I've been busy,' she smirked, ruefully, 'trying to be a professional cyclist.'

'Have you ever had more than one orgasm at a time?' I asked.

'No.'

Licia and I looked at each other. 'Oh girl, do we have some treats in store for you.'

'Yes,' she grinned.

'Do you want them now?'

'Yes... Please.'

'Well let's go then.'

We got up and headed upstairs. There was no mistaking Stella's excitement and anticipation, and I found it strangely stimulating that me and my girlfriend were going to be introducing this young woman to SO many delights.

I was quite shocked that, at the age of 20, Stella still hadn't experienced the joy of cunnilingus - I ate my first pussy WAAY earlier than that -- and I was going to make sure it was an experience well worth waiting for.

When we got into the room, which was another one with three beds, we just started undressing in a perfectly routine way. Our excitement and anticipation were already sky-high, so there was no need for any further titillation.

However, I did keep my sexy black bra and pants on at first because I wanted to show them off, and because I'd decided that I was going to watch initially. I was going to give Licia the honour of introducing Stella to the joys...

They were both naked, and I stood there in my lacy lingerie. Stella was goggle-eyed as she looked at me. Licia too actually. 'Woow,' she said gorgeous undies babe.'

I smiled. I love being lusted after. I'm such an exhibitionist. 'I want to watch you two at first. We'll take it slow, Stella. There's a lot to discover... Kiss Licia. She's a really good kisser.'

A kiss with Licia was the perfect introduction.... I sat on the second bed and watched them and it was so fucking hot. Licia seemed small as Stella bent her head to kiss her, but there was no mistaking who was in charge of the kiss, and I knew only too well her sexual power. Stella was being devoured, and she seemed to be enjoying it. I know I was.

Licia is not dark-skinned, but she seemed it next to Stella, who is the palest of pale. They were a beautiful contrast; Licia, compact and quite muscular, Stella, all long, graceful curves. They had similar hairstyles. Straight and just below collar length, but Licias is a rich, glossy brunette, while Stella'a is a pale flaxèn blonde. Both beautiful, but so very different.

Licia turned Stella and sat her on the bed, then straddled her legs and said, 'Suck my boobies.' I smirked at her use of the cute term. Stella had said she liked how Mirka's nipples had hardened with her arousal. She was going to love Licia's - and the firmness of her tits, which still surprises me, even now.

My hand couldn't stay out of my knickers as I watched them, and my pussy was already gorgeously slick and oily. I sucked my fingers and gave a little moan, and Licia looked over her shoulder at me with a lewd little smile.

Her own hand dipped into her honeypot and she brought her fingers up to smear a nipple, and Stella immediately moved to suck her juice from it. Licia said 'You like?' I heard a muffled mm from Stella and Licia repeated until both her tits were coated in her syrupy juice.

Stella was gorging, eyes closed, on her slick, slippery breasts, and Licia threw her head back in pleasure as she played with her pussy to keep up the supply of girl juice.

I was wanking shamelessly now, fingers deep in my hole, soaking my knickers and making a squishy mess between my bum cheeks. God, I was so wet, I knew I wouldn't be able to resist joining in for long.

Licia pushed Stella back by the shoulders, bent to kiss her, then said, 'Are you ready?' and Stella just nodded.

There was a distinct aroma of hot pussy in the air as Licia lay back on the bed and parted those magnificent thighs, showing off her slick, glistening gash. Stella lay between her legs and I joined them on their bed, so I could watch. There was something very, very horny about watching Stella's first time.

Licia didn't rush her, she just lay passively and let it happen in its own time. Seeing her lying there, waiting, I had a strong urge to just dive in there myself, but I resisted. This was Stella's treat.

'Here, let me open wide for you,' said Licia, and she used her fingers to spread her outer lips apart. Oh my God, her pussy looked so hot like that... her inner lips standing up and her clit looking oh-so suckable. I was willing Stella to do it, but she just gazed at first. I don't think it was hesitation, it was more like fascination. She'd never done this before, not even with Mirka, and I think she was savouring the moment.

Eventually, she moved her head forward and just tentatively touched - tongue to clit -- and Licia exhaled. I think she'd been holding her breath. Stella's tongue went down, dipped into Licia's overflowing honeypot, then back up, lapping slowly with great relish. Soon, she was eating her with gusto, like she'd been born to it. My hand went faster and faster.

This was so horny! Licia lying there, moaning in pleasure, Stella clearly enjoying her first taste of pussy eating, and me laying next to them, wanking like crazy. Knickers pulled aside and two fingers pumping in and out wildly.

I couldn't hold my orgasm back -- I didn't even try -- and I came, torridly, eyes squeezed closed and seeing nothing but a pink mist. Licia has an amazing empathy with me and her orgasm followed almost immediately. Both of us wailing and howling out our ecstasy until our climactic spasms waned and we quieted.

Stella got up and sat back on her heels with a look of wonder. 'Wooow, that was awesome. I made BOTH of you come!'

'Yes you did. I think you're a natural,' I said, smirking.

'I loved It,' she said.

'I could tell,' said Licia.

'I want to do it more. I want to be queened... by you, Chloe.'

Oh God. I was so horny now that there was no way I was going to turn THAT down. I told her to lie down and I put a pillow under her head. I put my knickers straight, but left them on. I thought she might enjoy a little lingerie fetish. I knew I would.

I straddled her and she gazed up at me with those pale, limpid eyes, her pupils dilated with arousal, and I moved forward and said, 'Kiss it,' which she did without hesitation. The gusset of my knickers was absolutely sodden, and her lips glistened with my juice after the kiss. 'Suck it' I said, and she sucked the wet fabric, noisily, extracting my essence and savouring it.

Licia was laying with her head close to Stella's, enjoying a close-up view of this, and she was playing with her pussy lubriciously, and occasionally whispering 'Ohh, fuck.'

I thought she'd waited long enough now, and I pulled my gusset aside, revealing my messy wet lips and matted pubes, and I shuffled forward and sank down onto her mouth. Then I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her lips and tongue working feverishly on my hot slippery pudenda.

Her hand was busy in her pussy as I queened her, and it gave me a real feeling of sexual power to fuck her like this while both she and Licia wanked themselves madly over it. The power of pussy.

All three of us came within a minute of each other. Me first, followed by Licia, then Stella, in a wild eruption that made her thrash so much I was thrown off and flopped down beside her.

We all lay there, breathless from our orgasmic paroxysms, and it took a little while before Licia said, I think we owe you an orgasm or two, Stella. We've been quite spoiled up to now, and your pussy hasn't had the pleasure...'

She was right. Stella hadn't yet had the pleasure of oral. Not receiving, anyway.

I didn't wait for any further discussion. I rolled back on top of her, and wriggled down between her legs as she opened them for me.

You may recall that, when I first looked her up on Pro Cycling Stats, and saw her height and weight, I thought 'I bet she has fucking great thighs.' Well, I was not wrong. Here they were in all their glory. Longer and less buff than Helen's or Licia's, but full and lissome.

I started at her right knee and kissed my way all the way up to the very edge of her vulva, then stopped. Then I swapped to her left leg and did the same, making her giggle.

Licia, who was watching, said 'Chloe has a thing about thighs, Stella. If she makes love to your legs like that, yours have won the seal of approval.' She was right again; I do, and they had.

Finally, I contemplated her pussy, which was pretty, but completely shaved. I normally prefer pubes -- and especially a bush like Molly's or the French girls -- but I wasn't about to demur because of that.

Her labia majora were full and fubsy -- a little like my own actually -- with a little ridge of soft, crinkled flesh pouting between them. I took hold of her hands and brought them to her groins, and she got the idea straightaway.

Her fingers were long and elegant, with white-painted nails. They teased her outer lips open, and her inner ones followed suit, peeling apart and revealing the gooey strands of her arousal, and her little white well of love honey in her entrance.

It was so gorgeous I was trembling with anticipation as I dipped my tongue in that rich sapid cream and slurped it up over her lips, anointing them slickly with her ambrosia. She gave a trembly sigh, and an adorable little moan.

Her pussy was so smooth. A different experience to eating a hairy one, and it seemed wetter. Her cream seemed to get everywhere as I ate her. Coating my cheeks and nose, and spreading oleously over her groins, her upper thighs, and her hairless mons. Delightfully, delectably messy.

Her clit was a beautifully hot little button, hard and shiny in its engorged fervour. I sucked on it avìdly, loving the feel of it on my tongue, and she responded with little gasps and moans.

I could sense her orgasm gathering like a storm. Little gusts of breath, and electric twitches were its portents, then suddenly Licia was there with me, cheek to juicy wet cheek. We caught her tumid clit in a pincer movement, and double-tongued it as we have before with others and, as usual, we were rewarded with an explosive, screaming, twitching, dribbling orgasm.

As she gradually calmed, I gathered some of her dribble on my tongue, and Licia and I kissed, sharing the bounty deliciously. She looked down and saw us, and said, 'Hey, do I not get a share?' and we crawled up for a magical three-way orgasm-flavoured kiss. I think that girl is made for this.

***

In the morning, I woke with Licia, always a joy and a thrill. Stella was asleep in the 2nd bed. I woke Licia gently, kissed her softly, then got up and dressed stealthily.

Today, I would return to my team hotel for breakfast then, later, back to Scotland and my empty house. That fortnight with Licia had made me want it permanently. I wanted to wake up with her EVERY morning, and didn't care whether it was in Scotland, Ireland, or wherever the hell it was, just as long as she was there.

I was hatching a plan though. I would only be at home for three days, then I was off to Molly's. Perhaps Licia could come too?

(End of Part 04)