The Sexy Stranger Bundle (7 page)

Fuck yes,
I thought, as I played with my clit.

My attention was diverted when Stefan approached me. I was still sitting on the couch and with Stefan standing in front of me, his cock was at the same level as my face.

In a way, it felt like I was about to cheat on Tim. But then I looked over to where Tim was pummeling Nora like a rag doll on the coffee table and I began to feel better about it.

I reached in front of me and hesitantly grabbed Stefan’s shaft. His hot member pulsated as soon as I touched it and I felt Stefan place his hands on the back of my head. I closed my eyes and brought my face forward, feeling his tip press against my lips.

As soon as I opened my mouth, his cock slid inside, bringing with it the salty taste of pre-cum. I opened a bit wider, allowing his member all the way in. Stefan moaned as his sensitive tip dragged along my tongue.

“Oh, my God,” he whispered, as he bucked his hips forward.

Tim looked over and saw what was going on. As soon as he noticed that I had Stefan’s cock buried in my mouth, he began fucking Nora even harder than before.

“Fuck yes!” Nora cried, as she held onto the sides of the coffee table.

I looked up at Stefan and attempted a smile.

“I want that tight little pussy,” he said, in a thick Swedish accent.

He pulled his cock from my mouth and stood in front of me, stroking it slowly. Then, he lifted both of my knees up and pressed them against my chest.

“Mmm, look at that,” he said, as he admired my shaved flower.

Stefan stepped a bit closer so that the tip of his cock was pressed against my opening. Even just the pressure was enough to cause of wave of ecstasy to shoot through my body.

“Go slow,” I said.

His cock was definitely bigger than Tim’s and I wasn’t sure how it was going to feel.

Without saying another word, Stefan pressed his body weight into me, causing the top half of his shaft to slip inside. A burst of my natural lubrication flowed out onto his dick, causing the second half of his large member to slide in with ease.

“Oh, shit!” I cried, as pleasure shot through me. “It’s fucking huge.”

I looked down and watched Stefan’s cock slide into me. Every time he pulled out, there was a brighter shine on his shaft caused by my juices.

“Give it to me,” I whispered, as I reached forward and grabbed his ass, pulling him into me.

Stefan’s pace quickened. His balls were slapping hard against my asshole, creating a noise that echoed through the cabin.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The combination of Tim inside of Nora and Stefan inside of me was creating an elixir of sensations and emotions that I had never felt before. Wave after wave of pleasure enveloped me, bringing me to orgasm once again.

My legs trembled as Stefan held them up, and I let out a soft moan.

Then, suddenly I had an idea.

“Wait, stop for a second,” I told Stefan.

Stefan looked disappointed, but did as he was told. He slowly pulled his cock out of me and took a step away from the couch.

“Nora, get on the ground but stay in that position,” I ordered.

I doubted we would ever see these people again, so I figured I might as well make a night out of it.

Nora got in a doggy style position in front of the fireplace.

“Tim, kneel in front of Nora and let her suck her juices off of you,” I demanded.

I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me, but I was taking control and getting off on it.

I stood up from the couch and got in the doggy style position behind Nora. My face was directly in front of her wet, and freshly fucked, opening.

Then I turned to Stefan and said, “Fuck me.”

Stefan smiled and then approached me from behind. Within a second, he was back inside of my pussy, pounding me even harder than before.

Nora’s awaiting pussy lips were just inches from my mouth. I had never tasted a woman before, but for some reason, I wanted to.

I brought my lips to her opening and began kissing her clit. Her pussy was sweeter than I had imagined it would be.

“Mmm, hmm,” Nora moaned, as she sucked my husband’s dick.

I let my tongue slide up and down the folds of her pussy, lapping up every drop of her juices and all of the men’s pre cum that had built up in her over the course of the last hour.

It was a pleasure overload, as Stefan pummeled me, causing my face to smash into his wife’s pussy with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” Stefan cried. “I’m coming!”

I guess him seeing me eating his wife out was enough to make him climax.

His pace quickened and within a few thrusts, I felt a hot splash inside of me as he released his load without pulling out. His cock pulsated and quivered, releasing another load...then another, filling me up to the point that it was overflowing onto the carpet below.

Holy shit,
I thought.

I continued eating Nora’s pussy as Stefan finished. Finally, he pulled out and collapsed onto the ground, exhausted.

“Let me return the favor,” Tim said, as he pulled his cock from Nora’s mouth.

Then he flipped her around and plunged his member inside of her pussy. Sweat covered his body as he fucked her in the firelight. I just sat and watched, as I slowly fingered myself, feeling Stefan’s cum drip out of me.

In just a few moments, Tim said, in between animal grunts, “Here we go...”

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

He was fucking Nora as hard as he could and finally, he thrust forward and held himself there, releasing his entire load of cum inside of her womb.

I couldn’t believe what I was watching.

Tim pulled out after climaxing and I watched as a river of white liquid oozed out of her opening.

“Taste it,” Tim ordered, a devilish smile crossing his face.

I was laying on my back and before I could respond, Nora crawled on top of me, putting us in the perfect 69 position. Tim’s cum was pouring out of her opening and into my mouth. I began lapping it up, tasting Nora’s juices and Tim’s seed as it covered my tongue.

Nora was slurping on my pussy, making a noise like a wet kiss. She was sucking up every drop of Stefan’s cum as it dripped out of my flower. Within a couple of minutes, Nora collapsed onto the floor next to me, completely exhausted.

She looked up at me and smiled, a bit of cum dripping out of the side of her mouth.

My pussy was sore and ached from the punishment Stefan had given me, but it was the good kind of sore and I missed having him inside of me.

As we all laid naked in front of the fireplace, I said, “Well, that was one interesting game of truth or dare.”

Nora pulled herself close, kissing me. Our mouths still had our husband’s cum in them, as I could taste it as we swapped the liquid between our tongues.

As soon as we stopped kissing, I said, “Thank you guys inviting us into your home.”

Nora chuckled and responded, “No problem! I’m so glad that I decided to stop by the bar tonight. You know, it’s so rare that I go in there.”

Then I heard Stefan chuckle, “Honey, you say that every time! You stop in there twice a week.”

My face went pale and I looked over at Tim. A shocked looked crossed his face.

“Yeah, well, I’d say I had a pretty good pick this time,” Nora said, as she looked Tim and I over.

Stefan nodded and said, “I’d have to agree.”

I was in shock. They were total swingers and it was clearly not the first time they had something like that. I felt like a total fool. A freshly fucked and satisfied fool, but a fool nonetheless.

Tim and I stood up from the floor and put our clothes on. We said our goodbyes and Nora and Stefan told us we could come by again any time.

On the cab right home, Tim and I were silent. The taste of cum in my mouth was a reminder that I hadn’t just dreamt up the entire thing.

“Well,” I said, as we walked up to our cabin. “I guess if nothing else, we learned a thing or two about Swedish culture.”

Tim put his arm around me and said, “And to think, we still have over two weeks before we go home.”

S
tanding in front of the large mirror in the gym, I began to ask myself what I was doing there. I didn’t look anything like the toned and beautiful girls that were working out along side me and to say that I felt out of place would have been an understatement. It wasn’t that I was fat, though. If fact, I wasn’t overweight at all, actually. But my body just wasn’t ultra-thin like these other women and it made me feel large in comparison.

I sighed, as I ran my hands over the new workout clothing that my mom had bought me the day before. The tight black shorts only accentuated my slight curves and the grey training bra pushed out the cleavage of my developing breasts, making my upper curves look even more noticeable.

I reached up and undid my ponytail, letting my black hair fall into my face. I had been working out for at least twenty minutes and I was feeling hot and sweaty. Letting my hair down gave me a refreshing blast of cool air.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I turned to the side and pushed my chest out, causing my boobs to look even bigger. Then I smiled and cocked my head to the side, making a goofy face at myself.

One of the guys in the gym caught me checking myself out and I blushed, embarrassed about being such a goofball.

What am I doing here?
I asked myself, as I sat down on the abdominal machine.

It took me a few minutes to figure out how the machine worked. I noticed a few people staring at me as I fiddled with it. After a few minutes, though, I was able to find the right levers and pulleys to adjust the machine to fit my body.

This is ridiculous... I’m a total rookie here...

I really was only in the gym for one reason: My mom had encouraged me to go. I had fought it for a while, but I had learned in my life that it was easiest not to argue with her. Eventually, she would have talked me into it whether I liked it or not.

Ever since my parents divorced, my mom started hitting the gym regularly and she said that she had met several nice guys there. I had a hard time imagining that I would meet my dream man in a gym, where the competition couldn’t have been harder, but still...I guess it was worth a shot.

After doing ten reps on my abs, I stood up and stretched. Then I walked over to the row machine. I saw a few guys glance over as I made my way across the gym, but I wasn’t sure if they were looking at my ass in the tight athletic shorts or if they had just been waiting for me to get off of the abdominal machine.

Either way, though, I can’t say that I really minded the attention. It felt good to finally be noticed by men. My whole life up until that point was pretty sheltered. I had been homeschooled since Kindergarten and the only interaction I really ever had with men was with my two older brothers and my father.

Ever since I had turned eighteen, though, my parents had lightened up and they actually started to encourage me to date. It was an exciting time in my life and I knew that I just had to be patient and take my time in finding the right man.

What time is it?
I asked myself, as I looked around for a clock.

My mom had dropped me off to go run some errands and said she would be back to pick me up in an hour. I was hoping to get through some kind of workout before she got back, but I began to have doubts if I could make that happen, since I had to figure out how to use every machine as I went along.

One, two, three...
I counted to myself, as I pulled the handle on the row machine.

I could feel my heart beat in my chest and a light layer of sweat begin to cover my tanned, teenage body. I quickly turned my head from side to side to get my thick hair out of my eyes.

Four, five, six....

I had no clue what I was doing and I wasn’t sure if I should do ten reps or one hundred. I figured I would just do as many as it took for me to feel tired.

It turned out, that was about forty reps.

“Wow, look at you go,” I heard a man’s voice behind me say.

Startled, I stopped pulling on the row machine and turned to look to see who it was. I did my best not to let my jaw drop to the floor as my gaze locked on the man behind me, whose arms were bulging out of his yellow muscle shirt. There was a bright white smile on his face and his arms were crossed.

“Now, that’s what I call a workout,” he commented. “You’re working it harder than 90 percent of the women that come in here.”

I smiled and let go of the handle on the row machine. Then I turned to face him, still seated on the equipment.

“Well, thanks,” I said, blushing. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, though.”

My gaze moved up and down his body, giving him an accidental, but obvious, once over.

He noticed immediately, I’m sure, but he didn’t say anything.

Wow...
I thought.

The man was quite a bit older than me and I had guessed that he was somewhere in this mid-30’s. But he was gorgeous and I could tell that he had clearly led a life filled with fitness. His muscles were huge and toned and they rippled with every one of his slight movements. It was obvious that he was insanely strong.

“Where are my manners?” he asked. “My name is Drake. I’m a personal trainer here at the gym.”

I smiled at him coyly and then held out my hand for a handshake. He returned the gesture and squeezed my hand. I couldn’t believe how big his hand felt against mine and I could sense his strength as he shook it.

“I’m Christine,” I said, shyly. “My mom made me go here. I feel weird being here.”

Drake chuckled and then responded, “Don’t feel weird! It’s always great for people to come to the gym. You don’t look like you really need it, but working out makes every one feel good.”

I blushed at the compliment. I felt like he was just being nice and he probably told everyone that they didn’t really need to be in the gym working out. Still though, it felt good to be complimented by such a gorgeous man.

“Well, I can let you get back to it,” he said. “I don’t want to waste your work out time.”

As he spoke, I noticed his eyes moved down toward my chest. His gaze locked onto my cleavage for a second. Out of instinct, I pushed my chest out a little bit, making my boobs look even bigger.