The months that followed Abby’s eighteenth birthday blurred into a rhythm. Her days were filled with brutal work, aching muscles, and ended most days with Luke.
Winter consumed the Cairngorms. Snow piled against the caravan. Abby’s body changed. Her shoulders broadened, her thighs thickened with muscle, and her abs carved themselves into ridges beneath her 36CC tits.
The crew no longer called her “princess”. They called her by her name, shared their flasks with her, and let her run point on the steepest slopes.
She came home each night filthy, exhausted, and hornier than she had ever been in her life.
Luke was there most evenings.
Their dates grew bolder. A stolen hour in his dad’s old pickup on a forestry track, with her straddling him, tits bouncing in his face while she rode his thick cock until the windows fogged up. A weekend in Aviemore where they hardly left their cheap, dirty hotel room. Luke was bending her over the sink, fucking her from behind while she watched herself hypnotically in the mirror, his hands mauling her heavy breasts and slapping her arse until it glowed pink with a sting.
Luke’s obsession with her ass grew until it became impossible to ignore.
He’d bury his face between her cheeks every chance he got. He licked long, wet strips from her dripping pussy up to her tight little hole, tongue fucking her while two fingers pumped her now waxed pussy. He’d reach behind her and finger her there during lazy blowjobs, sliding one slick digit, then two into her virgin ass while she deep-throated him, moaning around his cock. In doggy, he’d spit on her hole, rub the head of his cock against it until she gasped, then slam into her pussy. Every time he came, he’d stare at her ring twitching like he was imagining painting it white.
Abby told Chloe everything on their Skype calls.
She’d lie naked on the bed, sometimes still leaking Luke’s cum, and describe every filthy detail. How he’d feasted her arse for twenty minutes straight until she squirted on his chin, how he’d fingered her hole open while she rode him reverse cowgirl, and how she’d started fingering her own ass in the shower thinking about him.
Chloe listened with wide eyes and a proud, filthy grin.
“You’re such a dirty little lumberjack whore now. Keep going, sis.”
One Friday night in early March, after the hardest week Abby had faced yet, they didn’t even make it past the door.
Abby stripped the second she stepped inside. Luke was on her in seconds. They fucked on the tiny kitchen counter, her legs wrapped around his waist, tits jiggling with every thrust. Then on the floor, she was on all fours while he pounded her pussy and slapped her arse red until her knees burned from the carpet. Then finally on the bed, where she rode him until she came so hard she soaked the sheets.
Panting, covered in sweat, Abby looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Luke… I want you to fuck my ass tonight.”
His eyes darkened with pure hunger.
He spent twenty minutes preparing her. Tongue buried deep in her hole, fingers stretching her slowly, generous amounts of lube from the bottle she’d bought in town during her weekly outing. When she was whimpering and pushing back onto his hand, he lined up.
The first two inches burned. The stretch was brutal. Abby cried out, tears springing to her eyes.
“Stop! It hurts too much.”
He pulled out instantly, kissed her, and pulled her into his arms. They stayed like that all night, naked and tangled, his cock soft against her sore ass while he stroked her hair and whispered how perfect she was. They fell asleep like that, and the next morning he kissed her gently before they both went out to work.
That evening on Skype, Abby told Chloe the whole story.
Chloe’s face softened.
“First time always hurts like hell if you don’t train, baby. You need plugs. I’m ordering the set I currently have for you. It’ll have a small, medium, and large plug. Wear them every day you can. Start small, work up. Trust me, when you’re ready it’ll feel fucking incredible.”
Two days later, a discreet package arrived. Abby stashed it away and opened it alone on her next day off.
She started early.
Smallest plug first. Barely thicker than two fingers. She lubed it generously, bent over the bed, and eased it in. The stretch was snug but manageable. She wore it while she cleaned, did some laundry, and cooked. Every movement made her aware of it, a constant low throb in her ass that had her pussy dripping by mid-morning.
After lunch, she swapped to the medium. It took ten minutes of slow breathing and gentle rocking before it popped past her tight ring. She gasped, clenched, then moaned as it settled deep. She spent the afternoon wearing it while watching a film, and then while getting ready. Two fingers in her pussy, thumb on her clit, never letting herself cum.
By early evening, she was ready for the largest plug. It was thick. Almost as thick and long as Luke. She spent nearly half an hour working it in, on her back, legs spread wide, mirror angled so she could watch her ass swallow the black toy. When it finally slipped in, the base laying snug between her cheeks, she came instantly. No hands, just the pressure and the fullness making her pussy spasm and gush onto the sheets as a single joyful tear rolled down her cheek.
She left it in while she showered, while she did her hair, while she slipped into nothing but an oversized hoodie and changed the sheets.
Luke arrived at eight.
The second he stepped inside, she turned, bent over the table, and lifted the hoodie. The thick plug gleamed between her cheeks.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she whispered with a devilish grin.
Luke’s control snapped.
He dropped to his knees, kissed her plump cheeks and twisted the plug slowly. He fucked her ass with it slowly until she was begging. Then he pulled it out slowly, watching fixedly as it stretched her open, before he replaced it with his tongue, then three fingers, stretching her even further. When he finally lined his lubed-up cock and pressed against her hole, she was looser, dripping, desperate.
He sank in slowly. Inch after thick inch, until his hips met her arse and he was buried to the balls in her tightest hole. Abby moaned like an animal, pushing back, loving the obscene fullness.
They fucked everywhere.
On the table. Her face down, as he gripped her hips and pounded her ass in long, deep strokes. On the bed. With Abby on her back, her trembling legs over his shoulders so he could watch his cock disappear into her stretched hole while she rubbed her clit. In the shower. She was pressed against the tiles, water cascading over them as he fucked her ass from behind until she screamed and came so hard her legs gave out.
He came twice. First deep in her ass, flooding her with hot cum while she rubbed her clit and squirted around him. Then again, after a short break, at her request pulling out to paint her cheeks and the small of her back before pushing back in to drain himself of the last few drops of cum inside her.
When they finally collapsed, Abby’s ass was gaping slightly, leaking his cum in thick white trails down her thighs. She felt wrecked, owned, and blissfully happy.
Later, wrapped in his arms, she kissed him softly.
“Thank you for being patient with me.”
He just smiled and held her tighter.
The next evening, still deliciously sore, Abby called Chloe.
She told her everything. The training with the plugs, the slow stretching all day, the way Luke had looked when he saw the biggest one buried in her ass, how full she’d felt when he finally fucked her there, how she’d come harder than ever with his cock in her ass, how he’d filled her to bursting and then painted her back like a sex toy and left her leaking for hours.
Chloe’s eyes were shining.
“That’s my filthy little sister. God, I’m so proud. Next time, send me a picture with the plug in, or better yet, a video of him fucking your ass. I want to hear exactly how it sounds when you take every inch.”
Abby laughed, flushed and glowing.
“Deal. Love you, Chloe.”
“Love you more, lumberjack. Now go rest that poor ass, you’ve earned it.”
Abby ended the call, curled up in the bed that still smelled of sex and Luke, and smiled into the dark.
The forest would still be there tomorrow. The cold, the mud, the chainsaw. But so would Luke, and so would the next adventure she couldn’t wait to tell her sister about.
