Moonlit Afterglow

Maddy on the Move Part 6

Chloe's bed is a wonderful place to be. Ever since she first took me there it has held a special magic for me. That first time is indelibly imprinted on my memory, even though it wasn't actually my first lesbian experience. That took place in MY bed, and that was something special and thrilling too, but the first time Chloe took me to HER bed was just sublime. And it was the place where I had my first lesbian threesome, with her and Licia, which was just sensational.

So, being taken there again that Saturday night, this time with my dear cousin, Isy, promised to be a transcendent experience. And it was.

It's hard to describe the sheer joy of sex with Chloe. She's phenomenal; hot, horny, naughty, and incredibly empathic, she seems to sense exactly what you need at any moment. And now, Isy was going to get to experience some of that joy.

We shed our clothes, jumped giddily onto the bed, and resumed our tongue-heavy three-way kiss, then I watched them kissing, as I waited my turn. I don't know which was hottest, watching Chloe kissing my cousin, or having her kiss me. There's something super-sensual about a lesbian kiss, and Chloe said it was 'hot as fuck' to watch Isy and me kissing.

I knew there were going to be much hotter things to watch though, like Isy rapturously tonguing Chloe's amazing nipples, or Chloe nuzzling Isy's silken pubes as her tongue slipped between those soft pink petals.

Amazing combinations are possible with three girls, and we explored them eagerly. Our orgasms were many, messy, and noisy. The room became steamy with our juices, and we simply gorged greedily on gorgeous glistening flesh.

One of the most memorable experiences was when Isy was bold enough to ask Chloe to sit on her face, and I lay close to them, watching and fingering myself gently. Savouring the sensuality of my slippery flesh, while vicariously enjoying Chloe's queening.

Chloe didn't just get up and plonk herself on Isy's face though. She made it an epic sexual experience, as she always does.

She walked on her knees up to Isy's face, then sat back on her chest, then she opened herself up with both hands like she were parting an over-ripe peach, and Isy sighed a shivery sigh.

Chloe squeezed her clitoris between two fingers until it stood out, shiny and swollen with arousal.

'Oh, God,' said Isy, 'that's... Oh fffuck...' Her hands went straight to her pussy.

'You like that?' said Chloe. 'Touch it with your tongue,' and Isy raised her head and touched that shiny little bean with the tip, then ran it round and round, coating it - and Chloe's pink nails - with her saliva.

Now it was Chloe's turn to gasp. 'Oh, fuck that's so hot. Mmm... Mmm... Ohhh, fuuck.'

'Oh Jeezus, you're dripping, Chloe,' said Isy. She was too. Her pussy was drooling viscous strands of girl goo onto Isy's neck, making a creamy little pool in the hollow between those two tendons at the base of her throat.

She wasn't the only one who was drooling. I was incredibly wet and creamy, and I'm sure Isy was too.

Chloe moved her fingers apart, spreading her outer lips and making her inner ones pout beautifully, and Isy paused to look at her. OMG her pussy is so perfect. Her long, slender petals converging exquisitely on her clit, which is almost hoodless, completely unlike mine.

'Keep going,' said Chloe, and she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under Isy's head, then she spread herself again, and Isy resumed her cunnilingus, her tongue tip swirling round and round and making those pink petals flutter.

I didn't know how Chloe was standing this. I could hardly stand it, and I could feel another orgasmic rush stirring in my loins, tensing my pelvic muscles and making my clit zing with electricity.

My nipples were more erect than I'd ever seen them, and I used my free hand to lift up my boob so I could suck one. I was only the voyeuristic observer here, but it looked like I might be the the first to come. The climax was rising, rising, rising, and I added a second finger in my pussy, pumping them in and out faster and faster as the orgasm approached.

Isy's finger-fucking was also going mental, and Chloe's climax also seemed close; 'Oh, God, that's... Ohh, I'm nearly there... Ooooh.' She released her lips, grabbed a handful of Isy's flaxen hair and began fucking her face, mercilessly.

There was a muffled 'oh-oh-oh' from Isy as she got a forceful faceful of Chloe's cooch, and Chloe drove herself to the peak in a rush of desperate thrusting. Her climactic wail sent me over the edge too, and our voices joined in faint discord as we shared an orgasmic concert.

But our dissonant caterwauling was soon augmented by a muffled soprano, as Isy joined us on Planet O, and the bed banging against the wall added a touch of percussion. Sensationally synchronous orgasms.

Chloe fell backwards and we lay in a jumble of arms and legs for a while, until quiet returned, then she got up and crawled back up to kiss Isy. 'Sorry... Was I too rough? I got taken over by the lust monster.'

'Too rough? No, I loved it,' said Isy. 'You can fuck me like that any time you like.'

'Mm, and me,' I said.

We lay together for a while, basking in the post-passion afterglow, then we took turns in the shower.

'Do we need to go to the spare room, Chlo?' I asked tentatively.

'Don't be daft,' she said. 'get in here and we'll snuggle like three spoons.' So we did.

***

A few days later, I found myself in a spin. Jo-Jo had been on the phone to tell me I was in the team for the Clásica de Bilbao, a one-day race in Spain's Basque region, with a reputation for toughness. The women's race had only been added the previous year, and there was a big push to promote it and raise its profile.

Up to now, signing for Trek-ABB had been pure excitement, but now reality kicked in, and I realised I had little experience of road racing and would have to prove myself in a World Tour peloton. I was about to dive in at the deep end. I needed to phone Chloe.

She was having a nice little break from racing, before starting her own spring classics campaign, but I thought she'd be able to give me some benefit of her experience, since she'd been through the same learning curve just a year before.

'But I know nothing about the tactics, Chloe, and I know it can be complicated. That guy on The Further Coverage is always calling people "knuckleheads" for getting it wrong.'

She laughed. 'I don't think you need to worry about it Maddy. It's not true that you don't know anything about it. You've watched enough bike races, and you must have learned a lot by watching whatshisface talk about it.'

I wasn't really convinced.

'When I did my first big road race at the Omloop, ' she continued, 'I was surprised by how much I knew. It just seemed to come naturally. Your DS should give you some pointers before the race, anyway.'

'I don't want to end up getting called a knucklehead.'

She laughed again. 'I don't think you will. D'you know who's leading the team?'

'Yeh, Libby Cullen.'

'That's lucky. You'll be on domestique duty for her, and Libby is quite talkative. She'll tell you what she wants. Just play it by ear. You'll be fine. Go and enjoy it.'

Talking to Chloe helped, but I still had the jitters slightly.

I decided to watch highlights of the previous year's race and see how that had gone, but there wasn't much to learn. A break of four climbers had escaped, but they were brought back on the flat final kilometres, and the race had ended in a bunch sprint, which was apparently unexpected on such a hilly course. It looked like I'd have to do as Chloe suggested and "play it by ear."

It was at times like this I missed having a coach. Chloe was very lucky to have Molly, and I began to think seriously about how I could find myself someone like her. I don't mean a coach I could sleep with (imagine how hard that would be to find) but just a female coach.

She would have to be female because it really hadn't worked out with my last male coach. I've never liked being told what to do by men at the best of times, and he was an arsehole anyway. He'd make unhelpful disparaging comments at the worst times, and I have a hot temper sometimes. He just pushed all the wrong buttons, and it culminated in me throwing my shoes at him after one particularly bad session. I didn't want a repeat of that scenario.

But where to look? Chloe had told me that Molly always intended to coach after her riding career, and that's why she had approached Chloe to offer her services. I'd be unlikely to get a lucky break like that though. I'd have to put out feelers, maybe with riders that were newly retired, or about to retire. It was time to put my thinking cap on.

First though, I had a race looming, and I had to start getting my head around it.

Trek-ABB were sending a team of six, which was normal on the World Tour. The biggest names in the team, like Gracie Trent, Anna Alphubel and Maisie Barker would be saved for the Omloop in Flanders, so our team would be led by the Australian, Libby Cullen, and there would be one youngster, the 21 year old Austrian Mischa Brückner, in for experience. The others would be the Swiss, Francine Charlet, Sian O'Kane from Ireland, the veteran Runa Bakkerland from Norway, who was 39, and little old Scottish me, 25 years old but the rookie of the team.

I didn't know any of these girls, so this was going to be a very steep learning curve for me.

As for the race itself, it was 157km long, with over 2500m of climbing, most of it in brutally steep but relatively short climbs. It headed out from the outskirts of Bilbao, through 25 kilometres of rolling country, into the hills, then did two loops, each with three climbs, the first 60km long, the second 52km, before heading back by the outward route.