Scottie Worley played tennis at the university. He was thin and lithe with a shock of brown hair that had a rakish Harry Potter kind of look to it. He had gray eyes and only escaped the description of 'beautiful', pushing maybe, in his beauty, effeminate, by a short margin, and by the fact that he wore heavy glasses.
He roomed with Ingmar Peterson, whose Dad was an architect. Ingmar's home was not very far away from the university but he lived in the dorms, as a part of his educational experience, as he put it.
Scottie was a computer science major, and fairly comfortable with computers, having grown up with them. The two of them, one a brown haired semi beautiful boy and the other a blond semi beautiful boy were both extremely popular on campus.
They were to have a long, holiday weekend at the end of that month and Ingmar asked Scottie if he'd like to go home with him, meet his family and just lay back for a time. Scottie thought it was a great idea and the plans were made.
The time came and Ingmar drove the two of the away from the university. They were both in high spirits, anticipating a laid back weekend.
Scottie was really impressed with Ingmar's family. His Dad, Ralph, pronounced 'Rafe', turned out to be really, really nice but the part of the family that almost shocked Scottie were Ingmar's Mom, Dagmar, and the twin sisters, Lorena and Ivana. Scottie's observation, which he shared with them was that it was really pretty hard, at first especially, to tell Ivana from Lorena from Dagmar. The two lovely blond haired girls, a bit older than Ingmar, were the very image of their tall, lovely, blonde Mom.
Scottie and Ingmar settled down for a relaxing afternoon. The Peterson's, apparently fairly well off, had a pool that was within a screen house, and the boys spent the afternoon lounging at the pool. Scottie was doubly, triply, if you could see within his mind, pleased, when the twins and Mrs. Peterson came out in the mid afternoon for a swim themselves. Each wore a different color of the same brief bikini.
Scottie had to get into the water to make sure that his growing erection didn't show, and he hoped that it wasn't noticed by the family members. The women were in fact gorgeous and it was difficult to tell the mother from the daughters. Their bikinis were tiny ones, one red, one blue and one a bright yellow.
"You three look like a girly show," Ingmar said, and everyone laughed.
"Well, if it's a girly show, then you just enjoy it," his Mother said back to him.
They all laughed and Scottie stayed in the cooling water for a while. They had snacks and drinks, the boys were allowed to have beer, at the pool and stayed there until dinner.
Dinner and the evening were pleasant. The family conversation was lively and they made sure that they drew Scottie into what they were talking about.
That evening they watched a movie, letting the boys pick which movie it would be, and thereby avoiding a 'chick flick'. It was around ten o'clock that the general announcement was made that people were going to bed. Scottie had his own room and went to bed intending to read for a while. It had, however, been an active day and he was sleepy soon.
The house was quiet and he settled down quickly enough.
He didn't know how much later it was, when he was awakened. His room was at the end of a rounded corridor, since the house had a large atrium around which it was built. When he woke, he saw that the door to the room was open. There was a moon that night and bright moon light was streaming into the room from the atrium skylight, illuminating a figure standing in the doorway.
He reached for his glasses and the person in the doorway moved so as not to let him have them.
"No," she said quietly. "No glasses for the lovely man."
He just settled back and looked. He positively couldn't tell which of the women it was, especially without his glasses. She just inside the door of the room now and wearing a short light colored robe, looking like silk.
"Yes?" he said.
"Quiet, lovely Scottie, I'll do the talking," was her next order to him, and he obeyed, lying there in silence.
Then his eyes widened, for, standing in a moonbeam, she removed her robe, showing that she was wearing only a pair of light colored panties.
"Ohhh!" he sighed, looking at her.
"Scottie likes?" she asked.
"Definitely," he said.
"Well the, Scottie gets!" she said, advancing now to the bed.
When she reached the bed, she stared down at him and made a show of taking her panties off and setting them aside with the robe. Naked now, she went to the bed again and climbed up on it.
"Beautiful man, beautiful Scottie!" she began, claiming for her own his briefs and tossing them at the foot of the bed. "First time is for you; second time is for me! Beautiful Scottie!"
He only watched her, sensing that he wasn't supposed to do anything, as she reached out and took in her hand his already stiff cock.
"Can I have this, Scottie?" she cooed to him, lowering her head, as she asked.
"Yessss ... yes of course," he almost stuttered, already wondering if he'd be able to recognize the next day, which one of the beautiful sisters this was.
She took the head of his cock into her mouth, getting a moan of appreciation from him, and she began slowly to suck on it.
"No hands, Scottie," she said.
And he merely echoed: "No hands!' Her sucking technique was quite good and she was able to take all of his cock into her mouth, after she'd worked on it a bit. She raised her eyes to his; her eyes glittering in the night, as she swallowed his cock and kissed his stomach.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" he groaned then.
She backed off her head to suck on the crown for a little bit, forcing him to sink his head back onto the pillow. Then her mouth went downward and she took his balls into her mouth.
"Every have your balls in a girl's mouth before, Scottie?" she asked.
"No," he said through clenched teeth, and with great difficulty.
"Hmmmmmmmm," she cooed to him, "Good tasting Scottie!"
She then lowered her head again and licked the area between his ass crack and his balls.
"Ohhhhhhhh, jeeeeees!" he groaned.
"Got old Scottie where I want him!" she crooned into the night and moonlight.
Then her attention went back to the crown of his cock and she sucked on the underside avidly. She moved her head once again and swallowed the cock down into her throat. Scottie moaned, and felt one hand working its way under him, and insinuating itself into the cleft of his ass.
He'd never experienced this before; that he knew. She was sucking his cock and sticking a finger up his ass hole. He blew immediately and she took it all and swallowed it down.
"Lovely, lovely tasting Scottie!" she said to him softly in the night.
Then she took his shrinking cock and said, while holding it:
"Got to get our big man ready again; this next time is for me."
She lowered her head, eyes on him, and took his softened cock into her mouth, sucking on it continuously. He came around fairly quickly and was hard and rampant again.
"Now he's mine," she said, and moved up on the bed, placing herself so that she could sit down directly on his cock.
He lay back and let her do it, loving every minute of it.
"Who? Which one are you?" he croaked.
"Can't tell the secrets, Scottie, Scottie!" she said softly, as she plunged her self downward on his cock, sitting on him.
With the cock securely inside of her, she leaned over him and brought her nipples to his face, brushing them back and forth across his face. He caught a nipple now and again with his mouth and sucked on it, nibbling it ever so slightly.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, "Scottie plays nice!"
She took his hands then and pulled him to her slightly so that his hands had hold of her ass cheeks for a bit, as she moved up and down on his cock.
"Gonna do me, and then do our Scottie again," she said with determination, moving faster and faster on him. Holding onto his cock with the muscles of her vagina and bringing him close to another orgasm. He own orgasm was one that caused her to barely bite back a shout.
When she was done, she moved quickly and had his cock in her mouth again.
"Tastes good, Scottie," she said, "Tastes of Scottie and me both! I like it!"
She bobbed her head a bit and Scottie's back bowed, as he came in her mouth again. She moved up to him and pulled his face in for a kiss, during which she unloaded into his mouth, the cum that had been in her mouth.
"Sharing!" she said, "Sharing with Scottie!"
Then she was up, putting on her panties and her robe.
"Wait!" he said urgently. "Who are you? Which?"
"The night raider!" was all the answer that she gave and she was gone.
Breathlessly, he sank back into the pillow and almost passed out from the fatigue.
It was Ingmar that woke him the next morning.
"Hey, man," he said, "Time to get up; the rest are at breakfast."
Scottie got up; told Ingmar that he'd slept well and put on running shorts and a teeshirt over his briefs.
He was chided and kidded by the family, when he arrived in the breakfast room with Ingmar.
"Sleepy head," Ivana said, and he blushed, not knowing if it had been she that he'd had the tryst with the night before. Ralph laughed at that but Dagmar intervened:
"Now Scottie's a guest; you all just leave him alone. If he wants to stay in bed later in the morning, he can. It's just okay."
This last remark was aimed at him, for him.
"Thank you, ma'am," he said, smiling.
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