A Walk on the Pier

I met her at church. I had not noticed her before or during the service, but later over cookies and punch a bunch of her friends seemed to know a bunch of my friends and we were introduced. Her name was Noel. I thought, yeah sure, nice girl, and forgot about her. She was cute but there was no thunder and lightning, you might say.

I talked to her in line at the post office a couple weeks later without recognizing her, and we discovered we lived in the same neighborhood. I told her she looked familiar and that's when we figured out we'd met at church. She didn't remember me, either, but we had both been there and we each looked familiar to the other so let's go hear a band tomorrow... I'd pick her up at eight. This was the most normal thing in the world, unusually normal.

Noel and I turned out to have similar taste in music and it didn't take long to learn that we had a similar passion for sex. She said she'd never realized it, like it was just something that occurred to her. I sometimes wonder if it is natural for women to be born with a voracious sexual appetite and then learn to hide it, or if it's natural for them to live without much interest in it until they meet me, and then kaplooey. I can't believe it's me -- I'm nothing special -- but I keep hearing similar stories, so-and-so didn't realize how much she enjoyed sex until now. I really don't think it's me, I just happen to be at the right place at the right time, but I concluded there are a lot of women in the world who would tear your head off in bed if you gave them a chance. But nobody gives them a chance, their appetite is never discovered, and they live out their lives thinking that's all there is.

When I met her, Noel was undiscovered, by herself. She was totally normal, worked in an office, college degree, had an apartment with a roommate and so we always ended up at my place. She danced normal, dressed normal, talked normal, and then after we'd been in bed together a couple of time ... holy shit. She was multiorgasmic, or maybe there should be a word for her like "megaorgasmic," and she quickly found she loved adventure and experimenting with new sexual dimensions. Every week or so she would say, "I've never tried such-and-such" and so she'd want to try it, and in a few months I had one very skillful erotic goddess on my hands, ready willing and able to fulfill any dream or fantasy I might ever have had, anticipating ones I hadn't thought of yet.

I don't push it, but shit seems to happen to me that is different from what my friends tell me about. My theory is that it happens because I let it happen. I don't push, I allow. Women's sexuality is like water, if you offer it a container it will flow into it and fill it.

As we got to know each other Noel loved exploring her wild side with me, which was okay with me. Like, one of her favorite things was to blow me in the car in traffic. I'd be driving down the street with her head in my lap bobbing up and down until I blasted down her throat, which gave her a feeling of accomplishment. She got into a fun kind of playful exhibitionism when we went out, she would be talking to someone -- man or woman, didn't matter -- and find a reason to bend over and let them get a look at her tits. She had so much fun doing that that she decided she was going to stop wearing panties under her skirt. She still doesn't, when she's with me. And she wears skirts most of the time. Sometimes somebody in some random place will glance over to see Noel's bare pussy staring at them for a second -- it's not obvious, not a big thing, just a peek to make somebody's day. Sometimes she'll get up from a barstool or chair and there will be a wet spot there.

She was omnivorous and teased women as well as men. I was kind of watching, waiting for the time she would ask me if it would be okay if we had a threesome with some chick she'd just met, something new to try. But that never happened. A couple of times late at night she would make out with some woman in a bar, putting on a show groping each other, and they would laugh and that would be it. She was a one-man woman but what I'm saying is that she had a libido that ran hot and didn't really care what other people did, she enjoyed developing her own potential and exploring the possibilities. She felt I would protect her, and I encouraged her and made her feel safe, and so going out with her was always a surprise. Sometimes I would have to steer her away from trouble, but mostly she knew how to navigate some complicated situations; she made life amazing and wonderful, striding boldly into situations I would have avoided.

I can't say this is exactly typical, but while we're talking, let me tell you about one example of the kind of thing that would happen. One evening we had been dancing downtown and decided to take a walk on a pier. We live in a small beach town, the pier is mostly for fishing, we don't have a Ferris wheel and bumper cars and everything like you see in a big city. I happened to know that the pier is a nice place to take a girl. There's something about the wind in your face, the salt air, the waves and the stars, the isolation, that gets them in a good mood. It makes a nice memory for them to associate with you, you know what I mean? At night there is usually nobody out there, or the rare stray person contemplating the meaning of life. Our pier is not set up as a tourist attraction or entertainment center. It's open but it's not well lit and there's nothing to do out there.

So Noel and I were walking hand in hand. Almost no fishermen, nobody on the pier. She was telling me about two people at work who were having an affair.

"His office is right next to mine," she said. "I can hear them in there."

"That must make it hard to work." I said.

"Work? I don't work. I lean against the wall and listen. They talk a little bit, and I hear the sounds, and I can mostly figure out what they're doing in there."

"Well, don't leave me hanging -- what do they do?" I asked.

"Normally at first there is some rustling around, I figure they're making out or something. Then it changes, and I am almost sure that he gets her on his desk and eats her pussy."

"Wow, right in the office, huh?"

"No kiddin', right?" she said. "And this is Andrea, I've known her a long time, I'll tell ya, that girl likes her orgasms. Holy shit, one after the other."

"It sounds like her boyfriend knows what to do."

"Henry? Yeah, I he's got her number all right. He seems to keep going until she tells him to stop. It can be twenty or thirty minutes of nothin' but pussy-eatin'."

"Yay," I said. "Give that guy an award."

"I know, right?" Noel said. "I wish I'd known. Just jokin'." She paused. "Sorta." She giggled a little.

"Yeah," I laughed. "You missed your chance. Now Andrea's got him."

"I've listened to them five or six times now. After she's about orgasmed to death, she gets under his desk and sucks his dick."

"How do you know she's under his desk?" I asked.

"Oh, they talk about it. Joke about it, mainly. They obviously don't know how thin the walls are there. He's got some kind of pillow they put down for her knees."

"It's nice that she reciprocates after all those orgasms."

Noel looked up at me with a grin. "I wish I could watch them," she said. "At least I can listen through the wall."

"That's some good surveillance," I said.

"He lasts a long time. I can hear her in there gagging and slurping, and then they stop and it's quiet."

"What if somebody comes into your office while they're doing that? Does anybody else ever hear it?"

"Oh no," Noel said. "I close the door as soon as they start. I need to concentrate, you know?"

I haven't mentioned this, but while she was talking I had my arm around her, and my hand was on her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple as we strolled on the deserted pier. By "give that guy an award" she had her blouse open, tits out. Sometimes she reached down to squeeze my hard-on through my jeans.

We were almost to the end of the pier. The good thing is that there is a little shack out there for supplies and stuff, with enough room all the way around for fishermen to cast. So if there's nobody on the pier you can walk out on the other side of the shack and do whatever you want, hidden from the world. The way the pier angled, you could see if anybody was coming. I had made a note of this and hoped to take advantage of it sometime.

This girl had me worked up and I was sure she was, too, so I was kind of steering us toward the end of the pier, where we could be alone. There was a bench at the far end of the shack that I figured we could stretch out on.

The night-time sea gulls were shrieking and the waves were banging against the pilings, and we walked out to the very end and looked out at the dark ocean. You can hear the boats out there, and sometimes you can see their lights through the mist. I turned Noel toward me and kissed her. Her tits were still out, and I kneaded them while she groped my hard-on.

"There's a little bench right over there," I said, nodding toward the shadows at the side of the shack. "Maybe we could get comfortable." I gave her nipple a little bite and led her toward the shadows behind the shack.

As we got close, I thought I saw some movement. I stopped and pulled Noel back and peered into the dark. It's just a dilapidated old shed with a rotting wooden bench, but pitch black at night. I waited and peered into the dark until I could make out a shape.

"I think there's somebody here already," I whispered.

"What are they doing?" Noel asked. I think she was wondering, like I was, if somebody had died out there, or been murdered, or passed out.

"I can't tell," I said.

Right then we heard a moan, and Noel pulled me tight. "What's that?"

I leaned forward. I could make out the shape of the sole of a tennis shoe, then two shoes. Somebody was kneeling, facing the shack.

"I think somebody is there," I said.

"A person?"

"Yeah." There was another long moan.

We took a very quiet step forward. Now we could see. Someone was on their knees in front of the bench, with a pair of legs draped over their shoulders.

"Oh!" Noel whispered, suppressing a laugh.

"Speaking of eating pussy," I said.

"Is that what they're doing?"

"I think so." We took another step forward. The legs over the shoulders connected to a body on the bench. A woman was sitting with her head thrown back, looking up into the sky, moaning occasionally. And now I could see that the one on their knees was a woman, too. It looked like a halter top tied at the waist.

"It's two women," Noel said.

"Yeah," I said. "Let's get out of here."

I turned and tugged at Noel's arm but she did not turn with me. "Just a minute," she said. "I want to see this."

Our eyes adjusted to the combination of starlight and light from the town at the other end of the pier. Noel was leaning forward, watching these two people -- we were maybe ten feet away from them -- and I, naturally, I had my hand up under her skirt from behind and was tickling her pussy.

Suddenly the one on the bench opened her eyes. She said, "Oh-oh." The other one did not stop. "Joanie," the one on the bench said. "Joanie."

"Mmmm," Joanie said, with her mouth full of pussy.

"We got company," the one on the bench said.

Joanie lifted her head and turned to look at us. "Oh, woops," she said. "Busted, I guess."

I started to say something but Noel interrupted. "You're not busted. We're okay."

"We thought this was a private place," Joanie, the one on her knees, said.

"It is," Noel replied with a giggle. "That's why we're here." My fingers were still tickling over the outside of her pussy under her skirt in the dark. "We actually had the same idea as you."

We could see that the one on the bench was naked, with what appeared to be a little pile of clothes beside her. Both of them appeared to be in their twenties, maybe from the university, I figured, not tourists. A little younger than us.

Joanie looked at us suspiciously. "The same idea?"

"Well we hadn't really talked about it," Noel said, "But I think the idea was to come out here to the shack and play around."

"Play around, huh?"

Noel had this one. She said, "Actually, just a minute ago we were talking about eating pussy. Which sounded good to me."

"What a coincidence," the naked one on the bench said. "There's plenty of room. Joanie, how about you get back to work here."

Joanie laughed.

"We can share this bench," Noel said.

The bench might be fifteen feet long. I'm the kind of guy, I would have thought to go to the other end of it. Noel's the kind of girl who sat right next to the naked woman. She held out her hand for a shake and said, "Hi, I'm Noel."

The naked woman shook her hand. "I'm Darlene."

"Good to meet you, Darlene," Noel said. "I love your outfit."

Joanie was kneeling on the wooden pier, preparing to place her face between Darlene's legs. "I'm glad you like it," Darlene said. "I had it specially fitted for me."

"I have an outfit just like that," Noel joked.

"Let's see it," Darlene said.

"Good idea," Noel replied. Let me say, Noel was not wearing a lot of clothes to start with. A skirt with no panties, a tank top with no bra. So she was out of them in two seconds.

Joanie was watching her. "Wow," she said, looking at Noel, and then at Darlene, who was also staring at Noel. "Nice."

I agree, Noel makes an excellent naked lady. She has smallish tits and a lean, fit body, perfect ass. Long legs. She gave her body a little shake for the audience and then sat down on the bench, almost touching Darlene.

"And that's Doc," she said, almost as an afterthought. "Doc, uh, remember what we were talking about?"

I laughed and got on my knees in front of her. I looked at Joanie, in the same position beside me. "Well I guess we got our work cut out for us, don't we?"

"I love it," Joanie said, and she lowered her lips to Darlene's pussy. And I lowered my lips to Noel's.

Noel was wet already, and fired up. She threw her legs over my shoulders, as Darlene was doing with Joanie, and I got my face between her thighs. To tease her, I began my licking around her vagina -- she loves that, though it does not give her an orgasm. It's just pleasure. She was gushing and her salty taste was incredible and motivating. I wanted to immerse myself in her.

It was strange to hear the sloshing and panting going on a few inches to my left. Joanie seemed to have taken the more direct attack, and Darlene sounded like she was near to coming after a couple of minutes -- we didn't know how long they'd been at it already, of course. Noel was moaning and tossing her head side to side as I fucked my tongue into her vagina, and when I glanced up I noticed that she and Darlene were holding hands. It was sweet, the two of them moaning, each in her own world, but connected in the experience.

Darlene erupted explosively, grabbing Joanie's head and pulling her in while she humped her face. Her body was shaking, her tits bobbing in slow motion, as she looked skyward and gave out a sort of soft howl. I figured it might be time to get my girl off, too, so I worked my tongue forward toward her clit. She, too, reached down to hold my head in place as I teased her by lightly tapping her clit with my tongue. Here's a secret: you don't have to attack it. More is not necessarily more when it comes to the clitoris. I barely touched the tip of my tongue to the prominence of Noel's little pearl and she thrust her hips forward but I moved back to maintain the slightest pressure.

"Oh you monster," she moaned. "Come on, oh my god, quit teasing me." But I did not quit teasing her, I tapped and licked very lightly until she had a ridiculous orgasm, squirming all over the bench, kicking her legs against my back, groaning. I maintained my teasing stimulation and she came for a long time before she finally settled down a little bit.

Darlene, sitting beside her, had been watching closely. Once Noel relaxed, Darlene said, "This is fun. That was amazing." Noel smiled at her in a friendly way, a loving way, and I continued lapping her pussy, and she closed her eyes. The next time I looked up, Darlene had her head on Noel's shoulder, both of them with their eyes closed, getting their pussies licked together. It seemed really nice, like kittens cuddled up together.

I decided to go a little slow with Noel. She is capable of firing off orgasms one after the other until she is exhausted, and that is really fun, but this seemed like a kind of social occasion, a situation to enjoy in a more leisurely way. I tilted my head slightly and got my lips on the outsides of Noel's labia and sucked gently. I could feel her legs trembling but I had full control and could regulate her level of arousal. I felt like she understood that, gave the control to me, and leaned back to enjoy what I chose to do.

The next time I got my eyes out of her crevice, Noel was making out with Darlene, and they had their hands on each other's breasts while Joanie and I gave them pleasure down below. I tapped Joanie's arm and pointed to them.

Joanie smiled and shook her head. "They make a cute couple, don't they?"

"I think they're having a good time," I said, and we got back to work.

A few minutes later, Darlene said, "Okay, Joanie, I need a break, you sit here for a while and I'll do you." At this, Joanie stood up and stretched a little. She was stunning, legs that wouldn't quit, dark straight hair with bangs. There was some kind of little tattoo on her arm that I couldn't see very well in the dark. Without a word she quickly pulled her halter top over her head, stepped out of her shorts, and, bare-ass naked, sat on the bench with her legs spread.

I was sitting there on my knees wondering how we had lucked into such perfect new friends. Noel was such a free spirit, and people are so up-tight in this Puritan world, and here we go for a walk and find two of the most open, expressively, sexually unrepressed lesbians in the world. I realized we wouldn't have been where we were if it were not for Noel's curiosity -- I had wanted to leave.

As I had stopped, Noel was also watching Joanie undress, her eyes freely wandering over that body. Joanie had medium-size, heavy breasts, with pink nipples, and an old-fashioned patch of trimmed-but-not-shaved pubic hair, dark and inviting. She opened her legs and Darlene dropped to her knees in front of her. They had obviously gone through this more than once, they knew the drill. In seconds, I heard Joanie's pussy sloshing under Darlene's attention, and I got my face between Noel's legs for another round.

Noel was watching the other two ladies now while I worked on her pussy, and had placed both her hands on the back of my head. She was applying some pressure with a sense of urgency, pulling my face into her tender flesh, and I moved fairly quickly to her clitoris and gave it a serious tongue-lashing that had an immediate effect. Noel yanked my face into her pussy and held me there while she pounded her hips against my head. I sucked and licked, almost violently, in response, and she came like a freight train barreling down a mountainside, whistles blowing, engines chug-chugging.

At the end of that one she slumped back on the bench. Her eyes were closed for a few seconds, then she opened them as slits and watched the two women beside us. Joanie was just cresting into an orgasm, and Noel reached over and held her hand through it. They smiled at each other when it was done.

"She looks like like she knows what she's doing," Noel said, appreciatively.

"Well your boy looks like he knows what he's doing, too," Joanie said. "For a guy."

"Oh he's great," Noel said. "I've got him trained."

Joanie looked at me and I shrugged. "What can I say?" I said. "She's picky."

"Would you like to try him out?" Noel said. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"You mean trade?" Joanie said.

"Sure. I can have Darlene and you can have Doc."

"Darlene, is that okay?" Joanie asked.

Darlene lifted her head and smiled. "Oh yes," she said. "It sounds great." I think we all knew that Darlene and Noel wanted to get together. If they had had a chance to plan something earlier, it would have been this. You could feel the attraction between them, and the situation made it easy.

So Darlene came over to kneel in front of Noel, and I got between Joanie's legs. To tell you the truth, I don't like the shaved look the girls have nowadays, they look like children and that seems creepy to me. I like to stick my nose, or my dick, into a real pussy, and I like the way nature designed them in the first place. So I was appreciating Joanie's look. I bent my head down and felt around with my tongue, getting the lay of the land.

"It seems funny that everybody's naked except Doc," Joanie said.

"I kind of like it like that, don't you?" Noel said mischievously. The three women looked at each other and nodded. I was thinking, well if I end up being the sex slave of a wild gang of lesbian nymphomaniacs, it's not really the worst thing that could happen, right? My cock was, of course, hard in my jeans but that seemed irrelevant at the moment. I was having too much fun providing tongue service to Noel and now Joanie. At worst, I could jerk off thinking about this night for the rest of my life. Something to tell the grandchildren about someday, you know.

Joanie's labia were thick and full, with curly ridges and a dark sexy scent. If I licked her vagina my nose was completely covered by labia and I couldn't breathe, but I figured out a way to lap her and take a breath at the end of an upstroke. Joanie's hips were moving in a fluid way alongside my head, dancing with me, and when I worked my tongue up to her clitoris she was ready for it. She gave out an "Oof!" and began humping my face strenuously, her hands on my shoulders as she went out of her mind for a minute. Her excitement set Noel off, with Darlene licking her, and it was quite an intense moment with the two of them erupting together.

At the end of Noel's orgasm, Darlene suddenly jumped to her feet and gave Noel a kiss, then dropped down to suck her tits before pushing her face into her pussy again. It was what I'd call a big kiss, tongues going and heads swiveling and hands pulling the other's head tighter in, for maybe fifteen seconds of passion, and then back to work.

Darlene and I were good service providers, the lip-smacking and slobbering provided a sonic foreground to the constant soothing rhythm of the ocean. Noel and Joanie sometimes came at the same times, sometimes alternating, and sometimes Darlene would kiss Noel after an especially good one. I was working on Joanie with her thighs against my ears, sucking on her labia and tongue-fucking her vagina, and she had a huge orgasm, and when I came up for air I was somewhat surprised to see Noel on her knees in front of Darlene, going to town like she knew what she was doing. Somehow they had switched places. See, I never imagined this when I met her. In those first days I had hoped she would learn to swallow a load of cum, or maybe take it in the ass once a year, milestones we had passed long ago. I did not realize I had lucked into a multifaceted erotic power plant.

Darlene was responding to Noel's talent like crazy, firing off the orgasms one after the other, laughing through some of them, crying through some, holding Noel's head like she had held mine. And sometimes Noel would, as Darlene had done, jump up and give her a kiss and maybe one would play with the other's breasts for a few seconds. I was hesitant to behave so intimately with Joanie; licking her pussy was fun but kissing her might be a violation, might be going too far, you know? But she didn't seem to mind what I was doing; once I came to understand how she worked, she also was popping them off every few minutes. It was an incredible amount of fun.

Next thing I know, Noel and Darlene are sitting on the bench together, making out and fondling one another. I'll tell you, it was hot. Joanie said, "Doc, I think I need a little break, why don't you come sit beside me for a minute."

I came up on the bench and Joanie cuddled against me and I kissed her. I didn't know if she would be turned off by a man, but she did not seem to be. In fact, she reached over and began stroking my erection through my jeans. "Let's go ahead and get you out of these old clothes," she said.

My clothes were in a pile on the pier in a minute and Joanie was looking me over. "You look like you've been having a good time," she said, eyeballing my dripping erection.

"Actually, I have been," I said. "It's a little strange being the only boy at a girls' party but it's got its upsides."

"We were definitely not expecting company," she said. "But so far this has turned out well. A night to remember, so far."

She had a hungry look that did not look lesbianish at all. "I take it you and Darlene have an open relationship?" I said.

"Oh we just date sometimes," she said. "Obviously, she's a hot one." Darlene seemed to be coming at that moment, with Noel fingering her. "Both of us usually date guys, but we like girls better. You don't have to choose one or the other, do you?"

"I guess some people choose not to choose," I said.

"Like you?" she said.

I thought for a second. "I haven't met any guys who appealed to me in that way," I said.

"Sure," she said, and she reached out and cupped her hand under my balls, lightly tickling them. "It's harder for guys, too, there are so many expectations."

"I guess," I said. Actually, I never gave a fuck what anybody expected of me. But this didn't seem like the moment for a philosophical discussion. "That feels good," I said.

"Well you've been making a couple of ladies feel good all this time, it seems only fair somehow."

"I definitely enjoy that," I said.

"And I'd enjoy a good fuckin' right about now," she replied. "Come lie here beside me. Move over a little, girls, can you please?" Noel and Darlene scooted down a couple of feet without coming up for air.

Joanie leaned back and looped one leg over the back of the bench, hanging the other one off the front, while I lay down, basically on top of her. She offered her lips for a kiss, and that turned out to be very nice, and we continued kissing while our bodies adjusted to each other and my cock found its way into her vagina and her legs came up over my back. It occurred to me for a second that Noel might object to me fucking another woman right in front of her, but I could not imagine she was capable of that degree of hypocrisy.

I pushed my weight forward and filled Joanie. Her passageway was wet and snug, and I went slowly for the first few strokes. I honestly didn't know how she felt, if she was actually into men or just did this as a sort of social gesture. I heard one of the other women starting to come again and realized that Joanie's motives didn't matter. She had a beautiful body vibrating with passion, she was offering herself to me, and I would do my best to share a beautiful experience with her. If that wasn't her favorite thing it wouldn't ruin my night.

I gave her a couple of shock-and-awe thrusts and she dug her fingernails into my shoulders and whispered, "Go a little slow right now, okay? It feels so good." So I drew my hips back and slipped my length into her slowly, going all the way but not banging her and not applying pressure. I established a slow rhythm and her hips began moving to the same rhythm, and a beautiful night on a lonely pier with nothing but lovemaking around us was as good as it gets.

We did that for a long time, a slow, in-and-out dance of swaying hips, and over time I began to push a little harder on the downstroke, and then I began to rock her a little bit, slamming but not hard, but ... she could feel that. She responded by slamming her hips back at me, and man, that was nice. Our girlfriends were moaning and slobbering on each other a few inches away, and we were in our own world of pleasure.

I can usually last but the whole night had been a test, if you know what I mean, everything was over the top, and I didn't know how long I could keep going. I could hear Joanie's breathing growing deeper and faster, and her hips had a mind of their own, overriding her conscious control as she drove closer and closer to orgasm. Then it hit. I squinted my eyes and gritted my teeth, thinking, this is gonna be it, and she writhed on me, pulsated on me, milked me and drove me to the edge with her moans and sweet sounds, and then she began to settle down and I had made it.

"Did you cum?" she asked.

"No."

"Good," she said, and just like that she slipped back into high gear and started fucking my fucking brains out. It was a rodeo ride, and she devoured me with that hungry pussy until she exploded again, and this time I was helpless. My own hips had their own mind of their own, and millions of years of evolution shot the seed of the entire unwritten history of the universe into the infinite future of her body, load after load after load while she pulsed and throbbed and cried out.

She didn't have to ask me this time. My head fell to her chest and she held me, looking up at the stars over the Pacific Ocean. "Thank you," she said.

Our girlfriends seemed to be on their eleven hundredth Fourth of July over there, fireworks streaking the sky yet again, followed by laughter that subsided into girlish giggles. Then they lay stroking each other's bodies, kissing sometimes.

"We should get back," Joanie said, and Darlene agreed. "It was nice meeting you two. I hope we see you again."

"I hope so too," Noel said. Joanie and I agreed. But I noticed nobody gave anybody a phone number or address, or even a last name. We stood up and got dressed and the two of them gave both of the two of us deep, sexy kisses, and then they strolled hand in hand down the pier toward the parking lot.

"That was fun," Noel said.

I shook my head and laughed. "Yes it was," I said. "See why I like you?" And Noel came and sat on my lap and we listened, naked to the breeze, as the waves sloshed in under the pier, until we got chilly and went back to the car.