Triple Tonguing

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Lisa's long, lingering, lingual loving.
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(For Larry – and others who've asked for a more "broad" approach to oral sex.)

"We need a strong, straightforward, starting sentence," Adam offered. "Maybe some alliteration." He paused, furrowing his brow, deep in creative thought.

A pulsing bluish vein grew so large in his forehead I became concerned that it would pop. The silence deepened. I was sure I could hear heartbeats. Finally – and not a moment prematurely – he ejaculated, "How about 'Sixoxaril, the superlative selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor is asymptomatic for sexual dysfunction'?"

The four of us had been working on the next morning's opening presentation for the company's major customers, distributors and sales force. Adam, the newly appointed Sales Vice President, had been tapped to provide our new product's keynote speech.

Bill, the Western Region Director, would follow up with the new SSRI's product details and Harvey would provide a final promotional schedule and new release announcements. Though the entire segment would only take, with Q and A, less than an hour, it would be a career boost for all of them.

As the most recent member of the team – but the one who'd contributed the lion's share of work to the presentation – I was feeling just a tad slighted. I knew I had the drive, talent, knowledge, and skill to give the entire Sixoxaril presentation and to answer any questions the audience would throw at us. Given this prestigious opportunity however, I knew the other members were going to make sure they'd get as much "air time" as possible. My laurels, I consoled myself, would have to wait until another product introduction.

On the other hand, I'd just been told by Adam that my input had been appreciated and would not be forgotten. In addition, I would get to sit on the platform along with my three colleagues should the need arise for me to contribute. Since Adam, Bill and Harv were all well along the steps up the corporate ladder I knew that was not in the offing. It was just going to have to be a "learning experience." In any event I would be seen up there. (I don't even want to think that I might be there just to serve as "eye candy.") That would just have to do for now.

As we agreed on the opening sentence (and, boy, what a mouthful: "Sixoxaril, the superlative selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor is asymptomatic for sexual dysfunction." I mean, come on! Whatever happened to good old "SSRI"?), the waiter came into the private conference room to clean up the last of the desserts and do one final replacement of the coffee urn. He asked if there were anything else we might require. After we all thanked him (and Adam proffered a generous tip) for his help, he wished us a good night and departed.

It was about an hour later, around eleven, when the entire presentation was "in the can" that Bill brought out a bottle of vodka, throwing ice in a glass for each of us. Within twenty minutes we were on our third or fourth glasses and feeling confident and self-satisfied.

"That was some night," Adam said, staring blankly at his empty glass. "I had no idea you were so, um, talented."

Though his eyes were on the glass, his mind was on me, or more specifically, on my mouth and the parts of my anatomy beyond it. Just three months before, at our quarterly sales meeting, I had deep throated Adam, Bill, Harv, and six other sales reps in one insane post-meeting bash, to the amazement and delight of all.

Now that the vodka was having the relaxing effect and letting our four imagination's run rampant, the three men were recalling just how wonderful it felt to be engulfed in my gullet.

Even I, who always enjoyed sucking a cock and had worked to develop the throat technique, was remembering how much fun that evening had been and how many orgasms I'd had tasting all that delicious semen. And I hadn't even taken off one item of clothing!

Now that I thought about it though, the fact that I hadn't taken off one item of clothing made me – and my pussy – a little, well, pissy. I recalled how all the men had gotten off in my mouth. And, truth to tell, a mouthful of cum always made me climax.

Yet, it sure would have been nice to have had them go down on me, too. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. Of course, there were just the three of them, but surely among these men there should be some pretty talented tongue techniques. I even recalled that Adam played some brass instrument. Though I was not a musician, I still had some vague recollection that it must involve the tongue!

As I was beginning to figure out if there were a way to be on the receiving end of some oral sex, my ears heard Bill speaking.

"That really was amazing. Lisa, when we saw you open your mouth to start on Harvey I never thought you could do it, but then when you did Big Mike – " He trailed off and shook his head in admiration, "Amazing."

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Harvey, (the smug bastard!) knowing from the previous get-together that he had the largest dick in the room.

"I'll take that as a compliment, too," I added. "And from the way the three of you are staring, I'll bet I could file a sexual harassment suit," I said, jokingly.

"Now, Lisa, don't even kid about that," Adam quickly countered. Then, after a moment he added, "It was just that you're talented in so many ways."

"Yeah, yeah. You guys just want me to do you again. It's as clear as the pre-cum that's probably dripping into your shorts as I speak."

The three simultaneously reddened and, as if on cue, adjusted themselves in their pants.

"I thought so," I continued. "Well, I think that turn-about is only fair."

All of them nodded, still feeling a bit embarrassed, but not one erection diminished.

"Let me make you three a deal: I'll deep throat one of you, but only one."

"Here we go again. OK, what's the deal?" the three almost asked in unison.

"Whichever one of you can give me the largest orgasm – using only his tongue! – will get deep throated. Right here. Right now.

"Let's see how 'amazing' the three of you are."

With that I stood up, walked to the sofa, took all three cushions, and laid them in a row up the far end of the long conference table. If I was going to get done, I was going to get done comfortably.

Next I took the two chairs at the end of the table and turned them to face away from it. I unzipped my skirt and folded it on the back of the sofa; then I took off my blouse and laid it next to my skirt.

I climbed up on the table, laid myself down on the sofa cushions and, after taking off my thong, put each leg over the back of the turned chairs. It was almost like being at my gynecologist's office, but this I was going to enjoy.

Leaning up and swigging the remainder of my vodka I asked, "All right, who's first?"

I looked up and saw three priceless expressions. They could not believe I was lying there in just my bra, spread-eagle to the world, my uniquely feminine fragrance beginning to permeate the atmosphere.

"Come on," I chided them. "Pick your jaws up out of your laps and start putting those tongues to use. Harvey, you first: Your tongue felt wonderful when you gave me that cum-filled kiss last time. Let's see it in action. Get over here."

The three of them finally stood and, the ice in their glasses clinking loudly in the silent room, came down to stare at my neatly trimmed bush.

Adam and Bill apparently couldn't stand the discomfort in their pants a moment longer and took out their cocks. Harvey sat down in the seat facing my openly presented crotch and, pulling his cock out of his pants, leaned forward, tongue extended.

Boy, was I looking forward to this!

Then, he stopped.

"Wait a minute," he said, not three inches from my eagerly awaiting clit, his hand beginning to slowly stroke his pecker.

Damn! What's the matter now? I thought to myself.

"How do we know who's the winner?" he asked, his tongue licking his lips, my own very moist pair awaiting the same. "I want it to be clear that I'll be getting down your throat."

"Don't stop now," I responded, caressing my breasts over my bra. It was getting very difficult for me to keep my own hands away from my pussy, but I really, really wanted a warm, wet tongue. "Each of you'll get your chance. The one that makes me scream loudest will get the blowjob, deep throat and all. The other two will just have to take matters into their own hands."

I was conflicted about this. Being a semen connoisseur I would have loved to suck all three of them. Tonight, though, was my payback for deep throating these three and all the others at our last meeting. More importantly, I was still a little peeved that they weren't giving me the opportunity to speak at tomorrow's presentation. The other two loads of semen will have to find their own landing zones for tonight.

This was about me and my pussy! I refused to feel guilty. I know I've said it before, but it bears repeating: Sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Adam and Bill took a couple of chairs on either side of Harvey as he leaned forward. I was going more than a little crazy with anticipation as Harvey snaked his tongue out and swiped my overly extended clitoris. My god! It was like an electric shock – I came almost immediately.

Talk about conflict. I did not want this to end anytime soon. I wanted to be lapped and laved by all three tongues, see who really could do the best job, and then make a leisurely decision. Yet, I was already trembling just from Harv's first few swipes. This was going to be a delightful dilemma!

Each of my hands was now pulling softly at my nipples, and Harvey was working his magic. He was good, licking up and down, then putting pressure on my clit, then swooping down below, then returning to his first moves. He was very good.

As he continued, I began to have a long leisurely orgasm that started at my pussy and emanated throughout my body. I began to shake even more – and it was wonderful.

Then I began to hear what sounded like a woman moaning. I had no idea where it was coming from so I craned my head up to see Adam and Bill stroking themselves at what appeared to be a nice and comfortable rate (Don't peak too early, gentlemen. Slow and steady. Pace yourselves.), and to see Harvey's thinning pate, eyes closed, tongue focused on my very wet pussy. I thought to myself, through my drunken and orgasmically affected brain: Where's that coming from?

Then I did a mental head slap: It was me. (Grammarians please take note: "It was I" is correct, but it just sounds awkward. Plus, I'm telling the story!) There were these moans coming from somewhere deep in my throat over which I had little control.

I didn't want to give Harvey the benefit of the doubt without at least sampling the others, but, damn! he was giving it to me good. I don't know if the guys heard it or not as they were making their own noises, physically and vocally. There was a veritable cacophony of sex sounds bouncing off the walls in that conference room fit for either Alfred Kinsey – or Alan Lomax.

Realizing I needed to keep my noises to a minimum – in order to make this last as long as possible – I looked around for something to muffle the sounds I was making. There, right next to my head, was my thong. That tiny piece of faux-satin certainly wasn't going to muffle a thing. On the other side of my head were Sixoraril marketing materials. That's all I needed: my lipstick and saliva all over someone's handout tomorrow morning!

Realizing I was worrying way too much, with one surreptitious glance at the guys, seeing them focused on my pussy and their puds, I took the hand from my right breast and clamped it over my mouth, helping to add to my overall muting attempt.

Harvey kept up his tonguing for a good half-hour as I continued to writhe in delight, my pussy dripping its juices onto the conference table and all over Harvey's face. I couldn't believe the length of time he took to give me pleasure. Then I remembered: Of course. He just really wanted to get down my throat.

Hey, I'll take it how I can get it.

His tongue just seemed to ride me like a surfer. He'd stay on my clit until I'd hit a climax and ride me all the way in to the beach. Then he'd gently paddle back out. He'd bide his time and energy with some easy lapping motions, waiting for the next wave to approach. At that point he seemed to catch the next wave and do it again.

I had never worked so hard at keeping myself from screaming since the time I'd sneaked into my boyfriend's dorm room in college and we were trying not to wake his roommate. And that didn't work at all. On the plus side, I'd never even heard of a DP. (The human body is really an amazing thing!) That was terrific and – as later a party began down the hall – by then I could scream, curse, and moan as loudly as I wanted.

Anyway, I worked really hard for the whole time Harvey was licking me to keep as quiet as possible. I think I was mostly successful.

I'm still not sure if I came for almost forty-five minutes straight or if I had eighteen or nineteen orgasms. It was blurry at the time. I do know that by the time Adam spoke up, I had lost count close to twenty. I was amazed that the boys were all still pulling at themselves, clearly each was expecting to win my throat. (In a different universe I might have romantically said, "win my heart." I'm such a slut.)

"Hey, Harvey, you've been at that for three-quarters of an hour and though it seems you're making her feel good, I don't hear any earth-shattering screams. Get out of there," Adam chided Harvey. Then to me, "Babe, you'd better warm up those vocal chords 'cause you don't want to start screaming cold, you may hurt you're throat and we couldn't have that!"

With this rebuke Harv seemed to come out of a pussy induced sopor with just his tongue providing me with the goods I needed. He opened his eyes and looked around. Then he leaned away and it was all I could do to keep myself from yanking his head back between my legs. I'd had his tongue on my pussy for close to fifty minutes and I must have been going through withdrawal.

"Just get ready for the most amazing climax of your life, sweetie," Adam said, sitting down and diving into my crotch. "I played the trumpet in high school and I was a champ at triple-tonguing."

Though I wasn't sure exactly what that was, it sounded wonderful: Just like tonight, a triplet of tongues for me alone. I just moaned in agreement.

It was just in time that I stopped myself from saying anything as I had forgotten that I still had my hand firmly covering my mouth. Adam could talk about his trumpet, but I just wanted another tongue and I didn't want the boys to know I'd had the benefit of a mute.

Whatever triple-tonguing was, I'd never felt anything like it in my life. Adam's tongue was a veritable vibrator. In fact, it was better than any vibrator I'd ever used. It was a vibrator on steroids. He was just consistently licking my clit in such a manner that I started coming again within two or three minutes.

This was wonderful, but this was bad. I'd mentally told the guys to pace themselves and here I was having an hour-long orgasm that just kept getting more intense. My legs were shaking and my entire body began joining them. I couldn't believe that I was actually starting to get tired from coming for so long. Could you die from coming so much? Nah, I was too young. But still…

Anyway, my pussy was loving Adam's triple-tongue technique as I struggled to maintain my softest satisfied sounds.

In addition, my mind was playing word games. First, there was the obvious: the guy with the tongue on the evening before the presentation thing. Get it? Adam and eve.

I know. What was I thinking?

To make mental matters worse, I was ruminating about keeping quiet during cunnilingual stimulation while basking in continuous climax glory and I'm playing with the phrasing of attenuating my aural oral laurels. Talk about disassociation! At least it was better than obsessing about "Sixoraril, the superlative," etc.

Nevertheless, keeping his little guy's eye on the prize, Adam went on for at least another half-hour. I heard some noise and I leaned forward to see what was going on. Harvey, rubbing his jaw, poor baby, had plopped down on the chair where Adam had been, his beautiful and impressive member dripping pre-seminal fluid all over his slowly moving hand. Just seeing it glistening in the fluorescent lighting added to my triple-tongue-induced orgasms.

It was Bill I had heard, though, getting up to get another glass of vodka. With Harvey's eyes closed again and massaging tired jaw muscles, Adam completely focused on his technique, and Bill loading ice into his glass, I decided it was time to remove my mute without being discovered. Very slowly, I returned my right hand to my right breast and all was perfect in the world; the boys none the wiser. Realizing that I still had my bra on, I reached back and removed it. I put the bra together next to the thong on the table because somewhere in my brain a voice was nagging me that neatness counts. Mother, please!

My vocal chords were starting to want to scream again, but I kept my focus on coming quietly. Adam had been working on my clitoris like the Energizer bunny for close to three-quarters of an hour, if that was possible! How he could keep his tongue moving like that was a feat to rival anything in the Guinness record book. On the other hand, how I managed to come for more than an hour and a half – and keeping it quiet – was at least deserving of special mention, or maybe an Oscar. (And now ladies and gentlemen, in the category of Stealth Orgasm in a Comedy the award goes to…)

Suddenly, Bill, having finished his drink some time ago, stood up again and said, "OK, Adam, you're done."

"Yeah," he responded, "but she hasn't screamed yet."

"Too bad," Bill said to him. And then to me he said, "You've never been tongued until you have had this tongue."

And with that warning he simultaneously pushed Adam out of the way and slowly extended his tongue. It was the longest tongue I'd ever seen. It looked like a red cigar and it just kept coming and coming as it stuck out, literally, inches into space.

Oh, boy! I might have been tired, but seeing that tongue just about made me swoon. I knew this was going to be amazing.

The technique he had was awesome. Because he was so long, it felt like he was able to press against my clit with the back part of his tongue and stick the point into my hole with the tip. I think. I'm not sure exactly what he was doing, but it felt like I had two tongues going at me at the same time. I know he wasn't using his hands as they were holding onto my thighs.

My climaxes began almost immediately as I writhed on the table, still attempting to maintain my silence, something that was now almost impossible. How Bill could make one tongue feel like two – or three – was something I will never understand unless I could watch him do it to someone else. And that's something I'd never let happen. If Bill wanted to do it to someone, I'm there.

Twenty-five minutes later I was having a hard time with the entire scene. I was physically drained from having a two-plus hour orgasm, it was way past one and we had the presentation in less than eight hours. Additionally, I'd been watching three guys jerking themselves off for the two-plus hours with an amazing amount of pre-cum dripping into their shorts and I hadn't even had the opportunity to taste a drop. What a turn-on. What a night. I wanted to scream.

Out of the blue an idea came to me. If they thought I had taken control of the situation before, they had something to learn. I leaned up on my elbows and Bill looked up at me with questioning eyes.

"You," I said to Bill, "don't stop. Harvey, Adam, I want to taste you. Get up here in my mouth. Now."

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