May came and went. The first of June rolled around, and the forests of Scotland awoke to the sound of chainsaws and the relentless buzzing of midges.
Abby had no choice but to dial back the feverish sex festival that was her relationship with Luke. Geography and biology conspired together against them.
Geography put hundreds of miles between them. The timber crew had landed a new contract clearing a vast estate of overgrown spruce up near Cape Wrath in the northwesternmost corner of the Highlands. Mac, Abby’s boss, selected her to accompany him on the two-week-long scouting trip.
They flew into Inverness but, due to bad weather, had to drive for hours into the middle of nowhere instead of taking a helicopter. For 14 days, they battled bogs, jagged cliffs, and winds that howled like banshees. The small team consisted of Mac, Abby, a local ranger, and two representatives from the estate/environmental agency. They hiked for hours through horizontal rain to peg boundary markers and fell samples. Then stood soaked while the environmentalist documented plants and birds for his report.
Each day ended the same. Soaked through and bone cold. Crammed into small tents, curled up shivering in sleeping bags. Privacy was a fantasy; only the thin nylon and the storm-filled night separated them. This left little chance of any real self-care. Abby’s only release came in frantic stolen moments, two fingers buried deep in her aching pussy as the storm swallowed up her moans.
Biology had taken her away as well. Despite Luke flooding Abby with hot, thick cum most nights, her implant had held strong, and her periods were like clockwork. Abby could almost track them to the hour. However, the cramping had become too much, and the heaviness was affecting her work. After speaking to a doctor, Abby chose to have her implant out and use this time away to allow her body to reset.
She had, of course, told Chloe everything. Her loving older sister had spiritually held her hand through every appointment and comforted her through every painful night spent hugging a hot water bottle. Oddly, the isolation was affecting Abby more because she couldn’t speak to Chloe instead of Luke.
On the second-to-last night, the team pitched camp high on the edge of a mountain that overlooked the estate, and to everybody’s surprise, their phones simultaneously lit up with signal. Abby’s heart swelled as she opened WhatsApp and scrolled down to Luke’s. Tears filled her eyes when she saw he’d been sending her a good morning and good night message each day she’d been away, along with two extremely spicy videos of him stroking himself to finish as he moaned her name.
Abby filled him in on the fortnight’s adventure before slipping into her locked album and sending a little video of her own that she had filmed in the plane’s tiny bathroom on the flight up. It left nothing to the imagination as she plunged two fingers deep into her quivering sex as her other hand strummed her clit frantically until she came so hard her juices soaked the phone screen.
Later, safe in the warmth of her sleeping bag, wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton panties and a sports bra, she skyped Chloe. They talked for well over an hour, discussing Chloe’s work and Abby’s trip, daily life struggles, and the amazing date night Chloe had with her fiancé. She went into vivid and filthy detail about how he’d fucked her senseless, during which time Abby’s hand slipped low between her thighs. She came hard, moaning her sister’s name into the darkness of the Highlands.
To Abby’s surprise, when the team reached the airport, Luke was waiting for her. He looked smart and somehow older in a new pair of chinos and a buttoned-up checkered shirt. He was holding a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand and smiling from ear to ear. The moment she saw him, she ran to him; he pulled her into a deep kiss as she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Missed you so much,” he moaned against her mouth, his hands shamelessly groping her tight ass for the entire airport to see.
“You kids have fun, but bring her back in one piece,” laughed Mac as he limped past the pair still entangled with each other.
Luke had gone above and beyond.
On the drive south, Abby got changed on the back seat of his truck into a stunning red Cornish lace dress with a matching red thong and half-cup strapless bra. Abby knew his sister had helped pick this outfit out for her, but she didn’t care one bit.
The restaurant overlooked the mountains. Candle-lit tables spread out on the decking under canopies lit with hanging lights. Abby’s foot massaged Luke’s crutch as they ate local venison and drank a little too much Italian wine. They flirted openly, and by the time dessert was finished, Abby’s thong was soaked and her nipples strained against her dress.
The hotel room was small, intimate, and perfect for them.
As the door clicked shut, Abby slung herself at Luke. But he caught her by the waist and told her to wait.
“Trust me,” he said with a wicked grin as he disappeared into the bathroom.
The moment he was out of sight, Abby grabbed her laptop from her case. She quickly fired up Skype and called Chloe. She answered just as Abby was placing it on the small desk in the corner and angling the camera to face the bed.
“Hey, Sis, welcome back,” was all Chloe managed to say before Abby cut her off. “Be quiet and watch,” she snapped with an evil grin on her face as she locked the screen. Stepping back towards the bed, just as Luke reappeared.
Luke reappeared from the bathroom with steam curling around behind him. “I’ve run you a candle-lit bath,” he said, approaching Abby and kissing her again. “But first…bed.”
He peeled her dress off, leaving her in just her bra and thong, then scooped her up with practiced ease and laid her on the bed.
As he claimed her mouth once more, he bound her wrists above her head with a silk tie before allowing his hands to roam her tight body before settling on her heavy breasts. He took great pleasure in squeezing them and tugging her nipples until she whimpered.
He stripped slowly for her before straddling her chest and fed his thick, heavy cock into her waiting mouth. Thrusting gently at first, then harder until her nose pressed into his shaved pubic mound and her throat opened around him.
As Abby worked his cock, Luke reached back and slid her thong aside before plunging two fingers into her tight cunt, curling straight onto her G-spot.
The vibrations of her moan made his hips jump.
Feeling his balls tighten, Luke pulled out, leaving her gasping and drooling.
He stood up and looked down at Abby, still gasping for air. “I’m filling every hole tonight,” he said with a smile, walking to his rucksack and pulling from its depths a large black fabric bag.
To Abby’s surprise, she watched Luke pull out a large dark purple dildo.
“Is that for me?” she said, putting on her best innocent voice.
“Yes,” Luke replied with a chuckle.
“So are these.”
With that, he took out a heavy-looking metal butt plug, larger than the ones Abby normally used, a large bottle of lube, and a small bullet vibe that looked like a lipstick.
Luke smiled down at Abby, who was nervously biting her bottom lip and squeezing her legs together. “Abby,” he said, getting her attention, “I mean every hole.”
His words sent a shiver straight to Abby’s pulsing clit.
He slid her thong down her smooth legs before working the lubed plug in with a slow twisting motion. Her muscles stretched until her ring gave way, and it slid deep into her. The base sat flush against her cheeks. The new stretch caused Abby to moan.
Then the dildo. He fed it into Abby’s gaping mouth and watched her suck on it until it was coated in saliva before pulling it out and lining it up with her swollen, dripping pussy. He slid it into her soaked cunt slowly; inch by glorious inch, it stretched her walls until she was stuffed and groaning openly for all to hear, including Chloe, who was still watching secretly from the corner. He then hit the switch, and the toy hummed into life as her hips bucked as her pussy rippled around the toy.
Now her mouth. Fisting his hand into her hair, he sank his granite-hard cock back into her mouth as if he owned it. Thrusting harder and deeper this time purely for his own pleasure. As Abby teetered on the edge, Luke grabbed the missing piece of the puzzle and pressed the small bullet vibe to her swollen clit and hit full power.
Abby erupted.
Her screams were only muffled by his cock deep in her throat as her body convulsed. Hot juices gushed around the dildo, soaking the sheets. Before she could attempt to beg Luke to stop, he’d untied her wrists and spun her onto her stomach; in one swift move, he’d pulled the dildo out and sunk himself into her in a single brutal thrust.
He began pounding her pussy mercilessly, balls slapping her clit. “Such a dirty fucking slut,” he growled through gritted teeth as he slapped her ass hard.
The filthy words and the overwhelming fullness shattered her once more. She pushed back onto him desperately, moaning loud enough that the little camera caught every obscene sound.
Luke moaned, and his rhythm faltered.
“No! Pull out, pull out,” Abby begged in sudden panic.
Luke obeyed. Flipping her over and stroking his cream-covered cock frantically. “Tongue out,” he demanded through gritted teeth.
She did as demanded just in time. Cum painted her face, tits, and stomach in a dozen heavy, glistening streaks.
Luke leaned down and delicately kissed Abby’s cum-covered face. “Your bath is ready,” he whispered as he planted a kiss on her forehead before walking away.
Abby took a second to recover before telling Luke she’d join him in a moment. She stood up and removed her bra, which now did very little to support her breasts that had bounced free some time ago. She walked over to the laptop naked, coated in cum, and satisfied beyond all measure.
She unlocked the screen to find both Chloe and Mark completely naked on their bed, looking breathless and bewildered.
“All for you,” she whispered before blowing a kiss and closing the laptop.
