Ah, Gina!
Gina is beautiful. She distracted half the neighborhood when we were much younger. Tall, blonde, with her mother's enormous breasts and natural athletic musculature, she looked like a walking wet dream. Plentiful guys did doubletakes over her Irish/Italian good looks, blondish curly mane of hair and freckles; she bedeviled all the young men and the old ones, too, and she knew it. She wasn't consumed by her own good looks, sometimes more amused by people's reactions, which I secretly believed she didn't understand. That's because when she wasn't running or climbing ropes, her nose was in a book.
She was a nerd, a geek, like her father- a very successful engineer and architect. But it was her personal architecture that would cause guys and a few girls, to walk into telephone poles, off curbs, and do ridiculous things to get her attention. She was aloof to most of the attention, quiet, statuesque. Her eyes knew how to broadcast immediate disinterest to even the most dogged distractors in self-defense.
Gina made even bad clothes look good. Women seemed to hate her until they rapidly understood that she wasn't in competition with them in any way. She was simply distracting. Dozens of guys and I were crushing on her, but I kind of guessed the reality- off limits. I didn't mind. Much.
We were nearby neighbors. Gina's other three younger sisters were much more like their dad, tall skinny muscular brunettes- all with thick glasses- and little of their mother's amazing curves. There were the twins, Natalie and DeeAnn, and the youngest, Liza. To me, they were more fun and weren't as aloof as their older sister, Gina. They were approachable.
And they liked to skinny dip in the pond not far out of town. Gina would never go. Maybe she was shy. They didn't care, I didn't care. I became fast friends with her sisters, and later, lovers.
The sisters and I were always less formal. We would fool around. They liked to watch my buddies and I get erections, even after the "shrinkage" of the cold pond water. We didn't touch, but we'd be close by, warming ourselves in the sun, the trio of plain yet fun sisters, very close in age. Almost black hair. Small but proud boobs. Generous butts. Dark hair everywhere. Later they would shave it, revealing the delicious peaches of their most interesting sex curves. After high school graduation, we all lost our virginity at the pond, one by one. It was sweet, but it was frenzied. We remained close friends. We would mess around, laugh, play hard. That was then.
Gina didn't date, or at least she didn't get asked. It probably had to do with a guy named Gus. He was one of her first dates. Three days after that Tuesday night date- which Gina's sisters were all in wonderment over, Gus returned to classes with a broken nose, what was left of a black eye, taped ribs, and he walked funny. He said nothing, totally unlike Gus. She said nothing, either. Nor would her sisters, only smiling among themselves, tight-lipped. Even today, they won't tell me. I stopped asking.
By the time the twins and their youngest sister were out of college, I had fun sex with all of them, but never the eldest sister; Gina and I were just friends and occasionally, ride-home partners. I moved her furniture twice.
Still, each sister was different in her own way. It was all casual and fun, and they had no problem with that as we all trusted each other. Each and any of the sisters would sometimes visit me while I studied at my coastal university, and sometimes stayed for weeks with me in my small bay-side house rental, or just drop by for a noisy quickie or a long weekend. They appreciated my long thick cock, and I appreciated their laughing and easy spirits. They were subtlely different from each other, Natalie and DeeAnn, and were always playful and ready for a good glass of red wine. The sex had always been tender and easy. Liza went through boyfriends like crazy until she decided on girlfriends, instead.
Then university was over, and we had bills to pay. It was time for serious business as each of us took off on various careers after graduations. The twins were now married, and two young babies entered the picture. Gina had married an athelete, who was on the way to a big career in consulting. Gina was designing bridges and interchanges. I was told they traveled a lot, but not with each other. A bad sign, I was told. I traveled, too, and earning the big bucks that didn't leave much time for serious relationships.
Individually, Natalie or DeeAnn would accidentally make their way to see me somehow. Their sexual appetites never seem satisfied for long, even after they were married. I felt guilty until both of them told me that their husbands negotiated "open relationships" which was a buzzword for messing around. They didn't seem disappointed at all. After all, when it was possible, they had me to fuck them until they walked funny.
Gina didn't look happy at the ten year reunion. I drove five hours to be there that day. She just smiled and gave me warm hugs. The twins crashed the event, and it was a reunion in more ways than one, as I tumbled with both of them late that evening in my hotel room. Both had parked "the kids" at mom's house for a few days, and were ready to party and tear one on.
It was the first time that I had both of them at once. They truly wore me out. I was only mildly surprised that they would do me in the same room at the same time. It wasn't really anything kinky at all as I royally fucked one moaning sister while the other looked on, slightly drunk on red wine, waiting her turn. They were both pent-up moaners and screamers, and I got the feeling that they did this, fucking a guy together, before. Maybe frequently. I didn't ask, they didn't tell. I slept between them on a huge king sized bed with them, in the wee hours of the morning. I was totally wiped, and so were they. The snoring was new.
The next morning, breakfast at the hotel was great. I had a huge appetite and felt recharged as I learned from them all about how being mothers had changed their lives, the in-laws, pending mortgages, and "settling down". They wanted me to meet them later at the old pond where they teased me that it would be time for more than sunning ourselves. I went back to my hotel room and showered and shaved, feeling great, anticipating another round of ribald, liberating sex. We'd meet at 2pm. I was going to bring the picnic.
I drove out of town, humming to myself. Two nice babes, could an afternoon be better?
Civilization hadn't encroached there when I arrived at the forest edging the pond. It was essentially the same, if a bit overgrown. Still clean, no trash, and no sign that anyone had been there in ages. I stripped and sat down on one of the hotel towels I brought. I laid back in the shade feeling a warm moist breeze. Ahhhhhhhh. In my mind's eye, Natalie and DeeAnn would arrive, drain the red wine and snacks, naked and frisky. I could feel my sex stir.
I'd almost fallen asleep when I heard some footsteps. There wasn't much chattering, and those two talked constantly, in fact, I heard nothing but the crunch of footsteps. I opened my eyes and looked to the clearing in the trees. An intruder? I was just about to grab my shorts when I looked again over my shoulder towards the clearing.
To my incredible shock, it was Gina! Her barely-tamed long blonde hair was pulled back in to a severe ponytail. She had a very slight shy smile on her face as she stepped towards me, a bag in her hand. Her smile widened just a little as she looked down at my naked form, her eyes stopping at my cock.
"It's big," she said. "They weren't lying."
Don't ask me why I felt naked, but WOW, did I feel naked!
She kicked off her sandals and as I watched, and just three feet away, she dropped her bag, then pushed her shorts down, letting them drop. Her very long trim legs led to naked labia, just slightly swollen. She reached under her shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on to the bag. A huge sports bra kept her incredible breasts firmly in place, but then she grasped it, and with a grunt, pulled it up an off, her amazing boobs bouncing, no, more like jiggling slightly as she threw the contraption down on to her bag. She stood there, looking down at me, her thick pink nipples incredibly erect and swollen, the smile widening just a little more.
Recovering from my daze, I reached into one of my bags and grabbed a towel. I laid it next to mine, then I grabbed another one- but she halted me.
"My sisters aren't coming this afternoon," she said. "They set this up."
"Oh?" I asked. "How so?" I was still awe struck that Gina, babe and starlette of the neighborhood was now stark naked, sprawled next to me. I was aroused but still alarmed.
She said in a low soft voice, "It's like this. Edmund and I split up about eight months ago. We weren't getting along. He's a great guy and I thought I loved him and it was going to be a fairy tale marriage. He's so corporate ladder."
She shook her head. The smile ran from her face.
