Caitlin & Emma I
Commencing a series of seven Aussie Sexcapades
Stones skitter under my hiking boots, a steady, grinding beat that matches the throb between my thighs.
The air in the Blue Mountains is thick, tasting of damp eucalyptus and sun-baked dust. Every inhale drags the scent deep into my lungs, heavy and humid.
I'm a few steps behind Emma, watching the way her calves flex with every incline, the sheen of sweat making her legs glow in the dappled sunlight. Her shorts are cut high, exposing the curve of her ass cheeks, and the dark fabric is clinging to her crotch, outlining the seam perfectly. A water dragon skitters across the path, startled by our approach, disappearing into the ferns.
We reach the lookout point, the valley floor dropping away into a haze of blue and green.
The Three Sisters stand jagged in the distance, silent stone sentinels. It's majestic. It's the kind of view that makes tourists stop and snap selfies for Instagram.
But I'm not looking at the rocks. I'm looking at Emma. She's leaning against the railing, chest heaving, her tank top plastered to her skin with sweat. The outline of her nipples is clear, hard little points pushing against the damp cotton.
"The view is incredible," she breathes, wiping a strand of hair from her forehead.
I step up behind her, pressing my chest against her back, letting her feel the heat radiating off me. My hands slide over her hips, gripping her waist.
"The scene would improve with you topless in it," I murmur against her neck, biting down gently on the tendon there.
She shivers, a ripple moving through her body that I feel against my own. "Here? Someone could see."
"Let them look," I say, my fingers moving to the hem of her shirt.
I peel it upward, lifting the sticky fabric away from her skin. She raises her arms, letting me strip it off completely.
The breeze hits her bare skin, tightening her nipples instantly.
Her tits are pale against the tan of her shoulders, heavy and soft, with pink areolas that pucker under my gaze.
I don't wait. I cup them, weighing the heavy flesh in my palms. Her skin is slick with sweat, salty and hot. I squeeze hard, digging my fingers in, watching the flesh overflow between my knuckles.
"Fuck, your tits look good like this," I growl, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I pinch, twisting sharply.
She gasps, her head falling back onto my shoulder. "Ah... harder," she whimpers, her voice cracking.
I obey, mauling her breasts, slapping the soft undersides, watching them jiggle. I lean down, taking one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, scraping my teeth against the sensitive bud.
I taste the salt of her sweat, the distinct flavour of her skin. I bite down, and she cries out, her hands tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. The air is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the wet smack of my lips on her tits.
I switch to the other one, giving it the same treatment, sucking until her nipple is red and swollen, throbbing in my mouth.
"You're so fucking sexy," I pant, pulling back to look at the mess I've made. Her chest is glistening with spit and sweat, heaving rapidly. "I need more."
Emma pushes me back, a wicked glint in her eyes. She drops to her knees by her hiking pack, unzipping the main compartment with a rough jerk.
"I came prepared," she says, her voice husky.
She pulls out a harness, black leather straps dangling, and attached to it is a thick, purple silicone cock. It bobs obscenely as she holds it up.
My eyes widen. "You brought what on a hike?" I laugh, but my pussy clenches at the sight of it.
"A girl has needs," she grins, tossing the strap-on onto the flat rock beside us. "And I know you can't go a few hours without wanting to be filled."
I kick off my boots and shuck my shorts, my panties soaked through. "Get on the rug, slut," I command, pointing to the picnic blanket she laid out earlier.
She lies back, spreading her legs wide, exposing her glistening pussy. The pink lips are parted, swollen and inviting, her clit peeking out from its hood.
I don't bother with the strap-on yet. I need to taste her first. I straddle her face, lowering my dripping cunt onto her mouth while diving face-first into her own pussy.
It's a perfect, filthy sixty-nine.
The scent of her arousal is intoxicating—musky, sweet, and overpowering. I bury my face in her slit, my tongue dragging from her asshole to her clit in one long, wet stroke. She bucks beneath me, moaning into my pussy as I grind down on her face.
"You taste so fucking good," I slurp, my words muffled by her flesh.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard, flicking the tip of my tongue rapidly against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Her tongue is inside me, fucking my hole, curling upward to hit that spot that makes my toes curl. She grips my ass cheeks, pulling me down harder, smothering herself in my cunt.
I can feel her nose pressing against my asshole, adding to the pressure. I grind my hips, riding her face, rubbing my wetness all over her mouth and chin.
I slide two fingers into her tight cunt, feeling her walls clench around me. She's so wet, there's no resistance. I pump my hand in and out, the squelching sounds loud in the quiet mountain air.
"Your cunt is so tight, Em," I groan, biting her inner thigh. "I'm going to wreck you with that cock later."
"Yes... fuck me... use me," she gasps between licks, her voice vibrating against my clit.
The pleasure is building, a tight coil in my stomach. I focus on her clit, sucking and licking with a desperate rhythm.
My own orgasm is approaching fast, spurred on by her eager tongue and the dirty sounds of our bodies slapping together. I can hear the wet sucking noises as she eats me out, the slurping loud and lewd.
"Ah... fuck... I'm close," I whimper, my thighs trembling.
"Me too... don't stop... please don't stop," she begs, her hips bucking wildly against my face.
I redouble my efforts, fucking her faster with my fingers, sucking her clit like it's a cock. I can feel her pussy spasming, the beginning of her orgasm.
The sensation pushes me over the edge. My body stiffens, and I cum hard, gushing into her mouth, my juices flowing freely as I cry out.
She follows seconds later, her back arching, her thighs clamping around my head as she screams her release into my pussy. I lap up her cum, drinking her down, not letting a drop go to waste.
We collapse onto the rug, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs. The air is cool now against our overheated skin, but I don't care. I'm breathing hard, my chest heaving, my heart pounding like a drum. The smell of sex is potent, mixing with the eucalyptus scent of the bush.
Suddenly, a loud, raucous call echoes through the valley, shattering the post-orgasmic haze.
"Koo-koo-koo-koo-ka-ka-ka!"
A kookaburra laughs at us from a nearby branch, a mocking, rhythmic cackle that seems to go on forever.
I start to laugh, burying my face in Emma's stomach.
"Even the birds think we're filthy," I giggle, looking up at her.
She grins down at me, wiping her slick face with the back of her hand.
"Let them laugh," she says, reaching for the strap-on.
"We aren't done yet."