Rob stretched his arms above his head and twisted his body to get the kinks out of his back while looking out the window of his bedroom. It was early morning in the city of Sundsvall in Sweden. Located about six hours north of the capital of Stockholm by car it was what Rob considered a town, not a city. Being from Chicago, anything with less than five million people was a town or village to him. It had taken him a month to get used to his new environments and the darkness that held the city and country in its grip. He had arrived in January for a five months exchange student program. He was a senior in high school and with both his maternal grandparents being from Sweden, he had decided it would be fun to go and check out the old country.

He had preferred Stockholm, or Gothenburg or even Malmo which were the three largest cities but as fate had it, those spots were already filled so he was stuck with Sundsvall. After the initial shock he quickly realized that it wasn’t as bad as he had thought. The family he was staying with, the Karlssons, which was like saying the Smiths, since it was such a common name were very friendly and took him in as one of their own. Father Sven was a real Viking type, tall broad shoulders, a truck driver by profession and loved fishing and hunting.

His wife Inga was a small blonde woman who baked all the time and Rob had gained several pounds from her delicious magic. Their son Karl was Rob’s age and a friendly but shy kid. At first there had been some tension between them since Rob was much more outgoing but after a few weeks they found a balance and became good friends. The daughter, Lisa, was a seven-year-old who always got in trouble. She was the opposite of her older brother and loved to sit in Rob’s lap and hear stories about his life in the good old USA. She was a bright student and had decent English already even though she sometimes had to look up words on her smartphone or use Google translates.

Rob lowered his arms and peered through the window. The sun had been up for several hours already and it was only seven in the morning. This far north spring and summer only had a few hours of darkness. A moose slowly walked across the gravel road below him and Rob smiled at the sight of it. He often saw wild animals and he enjoyed every bit of it. The Karlssons didn’t live in the city but a twenty-minute drive outside in a small hamlet with one supermarket, one cafe and a post office. The moose disappeared in the trees and Rob went to take a shower. He, Karl and Lisa would leave for school in about an hour.

“Morning,” he said when he walked into the kitchen where Inga was making breakfast. Lisa and Karl where already seated at the wooden table by the window nursing glasses of OJ. One of the things that Rob had to get used to when moving in with the new family were their eating habits. Breakfast was a light meal, corn flakes and a sandwich, lunch was at school and a bit heartier. Dinner was at the early hour of five and then an evening snack about eight in the evening, sandwiches and a cup of tea. Back home, his mother had fed him bacon, eggs, toast in the morning a lighter lunch and then a heavy dinner around seven.

“Did you finish the book last night?” asked Karl.

“Yeah, I liked it. Imagine it was written such a long time ago as a schoolbook about geography.”

Lisa piped up. “I’m so proud of you, reading it in Swedish.”

Rob laughed.

The book in question was The Wonderful Adventures of Nils, written in 1906 by the author Selma Lagerlof. It told the story of a young boy who after getting in trouble with a gnome is magically turned into a gnome sized human. He joins a gaggle of geese and so travels the length of Sweden. The book is read when the students are much younger than Rob, but his Swedish teacher thought it would be a good idea for him to read it in Swedish.

After breakfast the three walked down to the main road where they only had to wait a few minutes before the bus showed up to take them into Sundsvall and their school. A few other students were on it, but Rob only knew them by their faces. They were younger than him but older than Lisa. Out here in the country people lived far apart.

They walked Lisa to her building and then made their way across the school yard and as they approached the main entrance two girls walked up to them. Rob felt how Karl tensed and put a hand on his shoulder. “Chill, dude.”

The two girls were Anna and Johanna. Anna was the typical blonde tall Swedish girl with blue eyes and white skin. Johanna was a girl originally from Iran but adopted as a baby. Her kind brown eyes stared into Robs when she spoke. “Hey, imperialist dirt bag.”

Rob laughed. “Hi, you wannabe terrorist.”

The four walked into the building, neither Karl nor Anna said a word while Johanna and Rob continued with their friendly insults based on their cultures. Not that Johanna was anything less Swedish than Anna, quite the opposite, she was the one with the sexy tight jeans and halter top while Anna wore loose fitting jogging pants with a matching hoodie. Anna was Karl’s love interest but he was too shy to ask her out.

“Dude, I just remembered something. I have to take Lisa to her Skogsmulle meeting after school,” said Karl and sighed.

Rob had heard about it but wasn’t sure what or who a Skogsmulle was.

“Can I tag along?”

“Are you sure? It might get boring. After all, it’s just kids following this make-believe troll around the woods for a while.”

“Hey, if it’s part of the culture, I’m all for it.”

They hugged Johanna and Anna goodbye and then went to their classroom. First class was math, one of the subjects Rob hated.

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Rob and Karl walked with Lisa between them who was holding their hands and skip jumping. Over her head Rob asked, “Tell me what to expect.”

“We will meet up with the other kids, usually five or six of them and the parent who is accompanying them. After that, we will walk into the woods and hopefully Skogsmulle will show up.”

“Hopefully?”

Karl winked, not wanting to speak so Lisa would hear them. They turned off the gravel road and turned into the forest, mostly pine trees this far north. The path was soft and around them there were large boulders covered with moss. It became darker as the sun didn’t reach down to them and Rob, looking around realized why the Swedes were obsessed with their troll stories, it did look and feel creepy. They could hear children laughing and came into an opening where the sun shone down.

“Great, you are all here,” said a blond woman waiving at them and then continued, “Children, let’s all hold hands and walk in a line, and be very quiet and Skogsmulle might show up.”

Rob felt a bit stupid as he walked between a fat little dark-haired boy and a skinny Chinese girl who didn’t quite fit into the atmosphere. He had quickly learned that Sweden was a country full of immigrants which he hadn’t known before moving there. From first to fifth generation they were a part of the Swedish culture.

They kept on walking for a while and Rob was impressed by how quiet the kids were, not even whispering between themselves.

“Oh look,” said a woman two kids ahead of Rob as she pointed. Rob followed her outstretched arm and on a large boulder sat a woman. Her brown hair in two long pigtails and her face was heavily freckled with dark lips. She wore a green smock that made her blend into the green moss on the boulder and on her leg, brown pants. As he watched she gracefully slid off the boulder and walked up to them.

“Look children, Skogsmulle is here.” said the same woman.

The children gasped in awe and some even looked away.

“Hello and welcome to my forest. Are you ready to learn about the fantastic plants and animals living here?” said Skogsmulle.

As she went off with the kids, Karl came up to Rob from the front. “Now we just hang here while she teaches the little goblins.”

“Who is she, I mean for real?”

“Didn’t you recognize her? It’s Liv, Elsa’s mom who lives in the yellow house. You see her every day when we walk past her house.”

“Oh shit, yeah, you are right. I should have remembered that ass and boobs.”

Karl laughed. “Yes, she isn’t quite the same without her spandex top and bottom, is she?”

Rob wondered if there was a sexual fetish for trolls. In that case, he was into it. Liv, in her costume was still sexy, her body taunt and those brown pants looked painted onto her. Even though the green smock tried to cover her figure, her boobs were still very well pronounced under it.

While they waited for the children to come back Karl showed Rob a few plants and game tracks that they could make out, rabbit, fox and deer.

When Skogsmulle came back and left the kids with their parents she noted Rob and Karl standing to one side waiting for Lisa to stop talking to another girl. She came up to them and Rob realized she had a tail that she swung seductively in her right hand. It was made of a thick rope with a bushy tip.

“So, Mr. America, what do you think about this Skogsmulle?” she said indicating herself.

“Not sure, you are the first I’ve met. How long have you been doing this?”

She sat down on a boulder planting her foot on it making her legs come a part. “Oh, for about two years now, I love being with the kids and being in the forest.”

Karl was moving nervously next to Rob who couldn’t take his eyes of the creature in front of him. She oozed sexuality even behind the makeup and costume. Her dark green eyes sparkled, and her lush lips looked so inviting. There was only one little problem with Rob’s fantasy about fucking her. She was at least forty.

Liv wiped off the makeup using a cotton ball and then threw it in the bin next to the washbasin. She took off the clothes and threw them in the hamper next to the shower. During the fall and early spring wearing the costume was fun but in May, it could get quite hot while walking in the forest. She got into the shower and began soaping her body. While she did her mind drifted to the young American boy. He looked older than he was, with broad shoulders a square jaw. She would see him walking by with the Karlsson kids while she was working out in her garden before going to work at the bank.

Being a divorcee, her life was quite boring. Her daughter Elsa was eighteen and worked in a hamburger restaurant in Sundsvall and had her own social life and boyfriend. They only met for an hour during dinner where they had some small talk before Elsa would either go out or lock herself in her room chatting with friends on her phone. Liv would sit on her sofa, drink a glass of wine, or two, or three depending on what day of the week it was and watch TV. Most of her friends had been people she had known with her ex-husband, Jonas. When they divorced three years earlier, the friends just disappeared. No invitations to dinners, drinks, movies, or a simple coffee on a Sunday afternoon, nothing. Liv lived her life in her house or at work. She was not the type who went to after work parties with her younger coworkers, she liked to keep it professional.

So, for sexual relief she had a vibrator and the highlight of the week was her Saturday long bath with bubbles after having a couple of orgasms in her bed with her toy. Sad, so fucking sad, she thought as she turned off the water and opened the shower curtain. In the large mirror in front of her, her reflection looked back at her. Tall, with a firm body women half her age would be proud off. Why did she bother, why spend the two hours every morning jogging and working out? She might as well stop it, drink more and eat more. That way she would fit in nicely with most divorced women her age around town.

She longed for a man to hold her, to kiss her, to hear him say she was pretty and beautiful. To touch her body, kiss her nipples and then, kiss her down there. She looked down at her pussy. Fuck, she thought, she hadn’t shaved. She was slipping, that was for sure. She must remember to do it the next day. A shaved pussy was a happy pussy in her opinion, even though it didn’t get any cock. It still had to look inviting.

She walked bare foot to her room but on the way stopped. She heard sounds from Elsa’s room and when she put her ear to it, she gasped. Her daughter was fucking with her boyfriend, Fredrik. Liv slowly shook her head and felt even worse.

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“What’s the deal with Liv?” asked Rob while sipping on a glass of Lingonberry juice. The acid taste was similar to Cranberries but tarter.

“What do you mean?” Karl asked looking up from the book he was reading.

They were on the porch and it was close to eleven at night, the sun was still up, and the birds sang like if it was early morning.

“Is she married?”

“No, divorced. Why?”

“Just curious, a hot lady like that, I just think it’s weird that she is still single. Maybe she's a bitch?”

Karl laughed and put down the book. “No, she isn’t, she is a very nice person. Her daughter, Elsa, is the bitch. She is like two years older than us, and all through junior high, she was the queen bee at school, and a master at making us guys feel like shit. I’m so glad she graduated.”

Rob finished his drink and raised an eyebrow. Karl shook his head. “No, don’t.”

“C’mon, he won’t even notice, he has gallons of the stuff.”

“That’s not the point. If we get drunk, they will notice.”

“They are sleeping and so is Lisa.” Rob got up and grabbed his friend’s glass and went down the two steps on the porch and opened the wooden door to the cellar. He turned on the light and smiled as he made his way to the three 20-gallon plastic bottles standing against the wall. Each had a little tap on the front and when he opened one and the clear liquid ran out, Rob took a deep breath. This was Swedish moonshine; made with all the love he could muster by Sven. It was strong, at least 90 proof so Rob just poured a little before turning off the light and returning to the porch.

He filled the glasses with Lingonberry juice and handed a glass to Karl. “I love this Wolfpaw shit.”

Karl laughed at the literal translation from the Swedish name for the drink, Vargtass. It was a classic in the north and something young swedes often had as their first experience with when they started out drinking.

What was supposed to be one more glass turned out to be three and by the time Karl put his glass down he and Rob had loopy grins on their faces and struggled to stand straight.

“Dude, I’m going for a walk, I need to clear my head,” Rob said and held on to the door frame.

“Whatever, I’m crashing on my bed.”

Rob had some trouble getting his shoes on and tying the laces but eventually made it out the front door where he walked down the gravel road towards the main road. It was still light even though the sun wasn’t up, but just a glow in the distance. The birds were still going strong though. Rob wasn’t sure where he was heading so he just kept on walking as straight as he could. Once he made it to the main road he sat down on the stub of a cut down tree and took several deep breaths. He felt a bit better now, but no way close to sober.

Suddenly there was a rustle in some bushed next to him and a German Sheppard came out right next to Rob who almost fell off the tree stub thinking it was a wolf.

The dog sniffed his leg and then sat down next to him, resting his snout on his thigh.

“You are a friendly dog, aren’t you,” Rob said and scratched it behind the ears. “I wonder who you belong to?”

The dog just sat there and sighed once in a while. Then it lay down by his feet and fell asleep. Rob wasn’t sure what to do, not being comfortable leaving it by itself.

“Hey, doggy, wake up.”

The dog did and just as Rob was about to walk back to the house, he heard a whistle. The dog pricked its ears and barked once. There was another whistle and the dog barked, but didn’t move.

After a few moments Rob could make out a figure coming towards him on the main road. As it got closer, he realized it was a woman from the way it moved.

“Bobo, bad dog!” she scolded the canine as she saw him sitting next to Rob.

Rob tried to focus his vision. “Is that you, Liv?”

“American?”

“Yeah, it’s me, Rob.”

Liv arrived and put a leash on the dog and then turned to Rob. “What on earth are you doing out here in the middle of the night, it’s way past your bedtime, young man.”

Rob made a hiccup and burped.

“Oh, someone has been having a few too many Vargtass.”

“Yep, damn good stuff.”

Liv laughed. “C’mon, I’ll make you some coffee to sober you up. Bobo must have noticed your state and that’s why he stayed with you. He is an old police dog I adopted after my husband left me.”

By the time they reached Liv’s yellow house Rob felt a lot better. He could walk straight and his vision didn’t blur.

“Have a seat, I’ll be back with the coffee.” said Liv indicating a seating area on the grass outside her house. Bobo kept him company and as his mind cleared Rob realized where he actually was and with whom. He looked around him and noted a bench with some weights neatly stacked next to them, a skipping rope was placed on the bench and a medicine ball at the foot end. So, this how she kept in such a good shape. From where he and Karl could see her from the main road, they could only see her upper body and not what she was doing. Only sometimes when she was walking back and forth to cool down, they saw her entire body.

“Here you go. Sugar, milk?”

“No thanks, black is fine.” Karl lifted the mug and sipped the hot strong liquid. It made a few turns in his stomach and then settled down making his body warm.

They sat quiet for a moment and then Karl asked, “Is your daughter at home? Karl told me about her.”

Liv smiled. “I bet he did, they have history those too. She was such a mean girl when she was younger but turned out well. She is asleep with her boyfriend upstairs.”

That was another thing about Sweden. Here young people could have their boyfriend or girlfriend not only spend the night, but in the same room. His own parents would freak out if he ever mentioned that idea.

“Cool.”

Another silence before Liv said, “Are you single or do you have a Ms. American Pie back home.”

Rob laughed at the reference to the world-famous movies. “No, I just have the pie part.”

Liv looked at him and Rob thought that he had gone too far with his sexual innuendo but then Liv burst out laughing. When she stopped, she lifted her mug. “Cheers to us masturbators.”

Rob pointed at the work out bench. “Would it be okay if I come by and use that thing?”

“Sure, anytime you want. I only use it in the morning anyway.”

“Cool, thanks.” Rob finished his coffee and feeling a lot better he decided it was time to go home before Sven and Inga noted he was missing.

He said goodbye to Liv and Bobo followed him to the main road before turning back to Liv. Rob smiled as he made his way home, thinking that he would be back in a few hours, dressed for success and with his secret weapon.

Sven was cleaning his fishing gear after a morning of fishing. He had caught a few which he decided he’d throw on the grill for dinner. He loved being alone on his boat, just him, on one of the many lakes, and the fish. He looked up when the door to the house opened and Rob walked out. He slid down his sunglasses and walked down the steps.

“Morning, you look a bit rough. Did you raid the cellar last night?”

Rob nodded. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, I can always make more.” He pointed at Rob’s training pants and hoodie. “Where are you off to?”

“Liv, the lady down the road was nice enough to offer me her workout equipment. We met during the Skogsmulle trip yesterday.”

Sven had a smile from ear to ear. “Oh, did she now? Let me tell you about Liv. Back in the day when we were all in high school, she was quite the hottie and rumors had it she would do all kind of things.”

Rob patted Sven’s shoulder. “I’m sure she was, but all I’m interested in are her weights.”

Sven watched him slowly jog down the gravel road. Liv sure did have a nice pussy back then, he remembered.

Liv was in the kitchen washing up after lunch. Elsa and Fredrik had left, and she was alone in the house. Since it was Saturday, she had planned her session with her vibrator, and she was slightly annoyed when she saw Rob jogging up to the house and waived at her. She waived back and then went to open the door.

“Hey, I’m sorry to show up so soon, but Karl has a hangover and I’m bored. I thought I could borrow your equipment?”

“Yeah, sure, but for an hour, I have to leave.”

She was dressed in a black kimono with a red belt around her waist. It had opened up a little and as she turned Rob caught a glimpse of a well-formed breast. He turned and hung his hoodie and pants over a chair and then added a few weights to the bar and lay down on the bench. It wasn’t too heavy, just enough to get him a good workout, get the blood going sort of.

Liv watched him from the kitchen window and her eyes were drawn to the bulge on his spandex shorts. They were red with a black line down the side. It looked like someone had stuffed a tennis ball down the front and as she watched the ball kind of flattened out and a cylindrical form lay against his thigh. She put her hand to her mouth when she realized how big he must be. She looked away, turned around, with her back to the window. Jonas had been an average man, not too big, not too small and pretty perfect for anal sex too. In fact, he was better than average in bed, but that didn’t carry a marriage. She slowly turned around again. Rob was still lifting and lowering the bar and his cock was clearly outlined. She swallowed, not sure what to do.

Rob had received his first hand job and blowjob at the ripe age of 16 by a girl named Hanna. He had taken her on a date with dinner and a movie. After, they had driven to an empty Walmart parking lot and behind the building she had unzipped him and when she saw his package gasped.

“Holy shit, Rob.” She stared at the thick cock with the red head. She slowly wrapped her hand around it and her fingertips were a good inch apart. She began to stroke him and within seconds a drop of precum oozed out.

“Lick it, please,” Rob moaned.

Hanna did and as her lips parted, he pushed her head down, being overly excited There was a muffled scream from Hanna, and she pulled away holding her hand to her lips.

“Dude, that fucking hurt!”

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

She massaged her jaw a little before saying. “I’ll give you a hand job, that’s it.”

He closed his eyes and she went to work using both hand and some saliva. When he came his load shot high in the air and then flowed over her hands.

He breathed heavily while Hanna wiped her hands on a napkin from a McDonalds, she found in the door pocket and when she was done, she threw it out the window.

“Rob, next time you are with a girl, be gentle. You have an enormous cock, if you didn’t know already.”

He felt stupid for what he had done and took her home, and they never went out again. After that experience he had been more careful, but he had never been able to fuck a girl for real. They always asked him to just put the tip in so it wouldn’t hurt. He grew more frustrated and realized he needed a grown woman who could take him. Sadly, there were none around that he felt he could hook up with.

As he kept on working the bar he glanced over to the window and saw Liv peeking out. He closed his eyes and thought about a girl he had tried to fuck just before coming to Sweden. She was a hot Mexican girl with a curvy body. He felt his cock grow in his shorts, just the way he wanted it to.

Liv swallowed hard and had to hold on to the tabletop, her knees were weak, and she breathed through her open mouth. She looked around and saw a pitcher on the table. She quickly filled it with water and added several ice cubes before taking it and a glass outside.

She came closer and as she did her breathing became faster. As she put down the pitcher and the glass on the table she was almost panting, staring at the outline of the swollen cock.

Rob turned. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that, but thanks.”

“Uh huh,” was the answer.

Rob knew what she was looking at and he moved just a little for his cock to adjust so it lay with the head towards his belly bottom and the cock head almost popping out from the waistband.

Liv stared at him and for a second they just looked at each other, both knowing what the other was thinking. Rob smiled and gave her a short nod and Live stood up dropping the kimono to the grass. She was fully naked under it. Her large breasts where obviously enhanced but they were perfect. Her narrow waist gave away to round hips and as she turned Rob noted her apple shaped ass.

Liv knelt beside him and pulled down his shorts using her fingers on both hands. His cock popped free and lay thick and hard against his belly. She gently drew a finger from just under the exposed head down to the balls and then back up again.

“You are amazing,” she whispered.

Rob didn’t say a word, just lay there watching her. She moved in a bit closer and her finger was replaced by her tongue sliding along his shaft, up and down a few times before it focused its attention on his cock head. She licked it tentatively and then gently took it between her teeth pulling back to his shaft came away from his body and she slid in a hand. Then he went down on him. Her lips tightened and her eyes opened wide as she took all of him as far back as she could.

“Holy fuck, no one has done that before,” Rob sighed.

She began bobbing her head up and down while twisting his shaft with her hand. Her mouth was wet and hot, her tongue massaging his head and then his sack as she went down on him further. Rob reached out and fondled her boob and pinched her large nipple which was hard. She moaned as he did, and his hand went down her back towards her ass.

“Slowly, slowly, or I will come,” he moaned.

She let go of his cock with her moth but held it in her hand. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” she said, her green eyes burning into his.

He nodded and she straddled him. Looking down he sighed as she placed his cock just under her pussy and then let it slide in. She was tight, wet and gasped for every inch that entered her. When she finally sat on him, she took a moment to breathe.

“Rob, I love your cock.”

“You are the first woman who has been able to take all of it.”

She giggled and then placed her palms on his check. Slowly she began to ride him, up and down so his head almost popped out of her but not quite. Moving faster she straightened up, cupping her boobs, pulling at her nipples and thrashing her head from side to side.

“Oh fuck, oh god, yes, yes!”

He grabbed her hips and began to meet her with his own thrusts as she lowered her body again, so he could suck and lick her nipples in turn. Her pussy began to contract and she again sat up straight holding her boobs.

“Oh, yes, I’m coming, oh shit, yes, yes!”

She contracted several times around his cock and a hot fluid ran out of her down his cock and pooled under him. She slowly got off him and then turned so her pussy was hovering above his face and her lips were around his cock. Rob began to lick her while her juices flowed down onto his face. He pushed a finger into her anus and that made her moan and gasp but quickly went back to sucking his cock.

“Liv, Liv, I’m almost there.” He wanted to be the nice guy warning her.

She didn’t seem to care but kept on sucking him harder until his balls contracted and sent several globs of hot cum down her throat which she happily swallowed. She ran her finger and thumb along his shaft, pushing out the last few drops before getting off him.

Looking down at him with her chest heaving, sweat on her body and a happy smile on her face she said, “Get dressed, Elsa and her boyfriend might come back any moment. I’m taking a shower.”

Rob lay still on the bench and stared into the blue spring sky. Birds were chirping and he had a big smile on his face. Suddenly a shadow came over him and a face looked down at him.

“Rob is it? You the American guy staying with Karl?”

“Yeah.”

When she moved to his side and out of the sun he saw it was a girl. She looked like a much younger Liv. He realizes he was still naked and grabbed for his shorts and got up. Dressing as quickly he could he was on his way to leave when she said.

“I’m Elsa. Whenever you want to try a tight teen pussy and you are tired of my mom, let me know.”

Sven watched Rob com up the gravel road and when he arrived where he was sitting, he said, “How did it go?”

“Great, why wouldn’t it have?”

“Why are you so nervous? Here grab a beer.”

Sven handed him one and Rob popped the top and drank half in one go before sitting down next to Sven. He sighed and said. “You were right.”

Sven chuckled. “I told you, I hope you enjoyed it.”

“Fuck yeah, but there is a small problem.”

“What?”

“Her daughter Elsa, it seems she wants some too.”

Sven patted his back. “Young man, you will be going back home in a month, take this time to enjoy what Sweden has to offer.”

Rob nodded his head slowly, “I just might do that.”