Samantha Bush and Selena Craven were New Yorkers. They were employed part time by OnCall Deliveries, Inc. though neither had ever met until the evening of June10, 1997. The president of OnCall Deliveries, a man named Clarence Oaktree, had phoned Samantha and Selena from his world headquarters, a 12 by 16 foot office on the sixth floor of a warehouse in East Village, with a special order from a customer. He managed the business with a telephone. He had made arrangements with one hundred and forty three men and women who satisfied the needs of fetishists on call. When some man wanted to dress up in a diaper and needed someone to take it off and spank him for being a bad boy, Oaktree had one of his employees deliver. If you were a woman with a special need for a Golden Retriever with a hardon, OnCall could provide your satisfaction with discretion. If you wanted a man to peep in your bedroom window while you were having sex with someone inside, Oaktree could make it happen. And keep it absolutely confidential. His clients were socially prominent and had conquered the worlds of business, politics and industry. Oaktree took care of the forbidden cravings they couldn’t find without him. He had men and women listed in his telephone register who could satisfy even the most bizarre requests. He decided none of his other employees had the qualifications to make this special delivery except Samantha Bush and Selena Craven. When they each asked why, Oaktree gave them the same answer. “You both happen to have long tongues and that’s this guy’s special interest. “His name is Stern. He’s in room 343 at The Carleton on the upper East Side. Very classy. Stern is the CEO of a national company and money is not his problem. He lives in Rye. He’s a very sophisticated, well connected man. He’s in the city for tonight and he just happens to prefer girls with very long tongues. And tonight all three of you will be doing something for the first time. A three-way. “He’s never done one with two girls with your special attraction. I know you girls have never even met before. That’s the way I normally like to keep it, you know that. None of my employees even know who their co-workers’ names. “I’m making an exception in this case because Stern is an old friend and I know I can also trust you two girls. “Besides, I think you three will like each other. It also pays each of you $1500 for an hour. He’s already covered the payment with me. Knock on his door at the Carleton at eight pm, sharp and call me when you’re finished.” Selena and Samantha walked into the elevator off the lobby of the Carleton at precisely 7:58 pm. They exchanged glances but said nothing. Samantha watched Selena push the button for the third floor. As the elevator began to rise, she asked Selena, “Are you going to room 343 by any chance?” Selena smiled and said, “You must be Samantha!” Samantha’s eyes brightened as she grinned and reached out to pat Selena’s shoulder. “Welcome to the party.” They walked to room 343 and Selena knocked at exactly 8:00 pm. A man’s voice answered from inside. “Please come in. The door’s open.” Mr. Stern rose from his chair and shook hands with both the girls. He wore a smoking jacket and nothing else. “Good evening and welcome. Please just call me Stern. I have some excellent champagne opened here. Will you join me?” As he poured the Christallis into flutes, he said, “Well, now, suppose we all introduce ourselves.” Selena took a sip of champagne and said, “I’m Selena. I’m five seven and weigh 115 pounds. I grew up in Poughkeepsie. I live in the Village.” “Wonderful. Selena, may I say, you are lovely, just lovely,” Stern smiled. “And you, my dear?” he said, looking at Samantha. “I’m from Long Island originally. I graduated from Cooperstown in fashion. I live on the West Side. I’m five eight and weigh 123.” Stern said, “I couldn’t have hoped for more beautiful companions for the evening. Perhaps we’d be more comfortable if we all got out of these clothes, si vous plait?” He stood up and took off his smoking jacket and turned around to show them his body. He was 41 years old and had taken good care of himself. His body was not overly muscular but he was lean and trim. His hair had distinctive touches of gray at the temples. His penis was very wide and long, but soft. He was not circumcised. “Now, you Selena,” he said, “and as you disrobe, please give us your measurements, if you don’t mind.” She tossed her blazer over a chair and began unbuttoning her silk blouse. “I’m 36-26-36 with a c cup.” She unhooked her bra to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were dark brown surrounded by wide pinkish tan aureolas. They crowned very firm, curvaceous breasts. Her body was taught; her long, lean legs gave her an athletic look. Her straight raven hair fell to the middle of her back, dark and shining. She wore a black thong. She sat down to remove it and as she pulled it away from her pussy, Stern inhaled deeply. Her pubic mound was shaved, save a small patch just at the top of her vulva. It was trimmed into the shape of a heart. “I’m a personal trainer and do some modeling--for fitness spas and exercise equipment photo shoots.” Stern admired her body and said, “I love your shaved pussy, high cheek bones and your outstanding breasts.” He turned to Samantha and said, “Isn’t she beautiful?” “Definitely. Working out has its benefits.” Stern leaned back in his chair and his penis was no longer soft. He lifted his cock and balls and said, “See what you’ve done to me already, Selena?” The head of his cock was swelling, beginning to crawl out from inside his foreskin. He held it up towards Samantha and said, “My cock only has one eye but it doesn’t miss a thing. Let’s see how it reacts to your naked body, Samantha. Selena, would you be so kind as to help her out of that dress?’’ Selena obeyed. She unfastened the back of Samantha’s red cocktail dress and raised it over her head and upstretched arms. Samantha wore no slip or bra. There was no an extra ounce of fat on her body but it was fuller and slightly softer and more curvaceous than Selena’s. Her bosoms were large with light pink nipples, growing out of very small coronas. The hair on her pussy was just as blonde as the stylishly coifed hair on her head. But her pubic moss was thin and very light. Unlike most women, it did not hide the labia and the lines of her vagina from sight. Her Venus mound was curved up off her pelvis, pushing her clitoris forward. You could see the very tip of it, just at the top of her vagina. Stern could hardly take his eyes off it. He gave his growing penis a few quick strokes. Samantha finished her routine. “I’m a 38d, 26 waist, 37 inch hips,” she reported. “I work in human resources.” “You are a human resource. And you have a delicious looking pussy, Samantha. Delicious, wouldn’t you agree, Selena?” “I’ve never seen a pussy as round and full as yours, Samantha. It’s gorgeous.” Stern said. “Would you mind coming over here and showing a little more of it to me? Stand here in front of my chair and put one leg on the arm of my chair.” Samantha complied. She raised her long naked leg up to rest her foot on the chair where Stern sat. Her pussy was only inches from his face now. Stern’s cock was fully extended. “My cock here is ten inches long. And I want to thank you for bringing it to full attention.” He moved his nose closer to her pussy and breathed deeply as he gave his prick a few more rapid strokes. Then, almost forcing himself, he stopped. He asked her to return to her chair. “Ordinarily, this would be paradise for me, just looking at your beautiful bodies, perhaps some fucking and sucking. But that would be ordinary. You two lovely ladies were sent to me because of one exceptional feature, one that few other women possess. Your amazing long tongues. I’ve tortured myself far too long. Show me your tongues.” He began stroking his cock again. He got up and jacked it nearer to them. “Stick them out for me!” Selena and Samantha opened their mouths and shot out their long tongues. He stopped jacking off and stood transfixed, hardly able to comprehend what he was seeing. His cock was standing straight up the side of his belly, twitching slightly with every beat of his heart. Samantha and Selena both had five inch long tongues, only an inch shorter than the average male’s penis when fully erect. Selena’s was bright pink, thinner than Samantha’s which was thicker and rounder in circumference. They were pointing their tongues straight out, jutting from between the full red lips that encircled them. Samantha’s tongue was darker in color than Selena’s, a deeper red, rounder on the tip. The tongues stood there erect, glistening. The end of Selena’s tongue came to a sharp point and as she held it out, its tip started gyrating in tiny circles. The sight of the tongues astonished Stern. “Oh, my God, they’re like erections. Like you have hardon pricks growing out of your mouths!” Selena and Samantha withdrew their tongues back inside their mouths. Samantha motioned toward Stern’s ten inch prick and said, “You’ve got a pretty long dick there, yourself, Stern.” Stern held his balls with his left hand, ran the finger of his right along the length of his enormous cock while he looked both women in the eyes. “I want to see your tongues in action. I want you to lick each other’s cunts!” Stern’s enthusiasm quickened. Selena said, “I thought this was supposed to be a three-way.” “It will be, I assure you, but I want you two to start out by licking each other’s pussies with your long tongues. Then I’ll join you.” Selena and Samantha had not only admired each other’s bodies as they disrobed, they had been just as excited about each other’s tongues as Stern. They put their arms around each other and kissed, deeply. Their breasts were pressing together, nipples to nipples and their breasts were so firm, they didn’t flatten out when they embraced; they stood firm. Their arms moved across each other’s backs and across their French curved asses. The two women, standing there kissing with mouths so wide open in the soft, filtered light of hotel suite reminded Stern of a 15th Century Dutch painting he had in a private room in his home. Salena and Samantha made small sucking sounds as they swallowed each other’s tongues. Their tongues were so long and thick, their throats pulsed in and out each time the tongues chased in and out. They were deep throating tongues. When Stern saw Selena’s pussy hair begin to moisten, he grabbed his testicles and pulled down on them sharply. “Ummm, it’s so good,” he murmured. “But hurry. Lay down on the bed and eat pussy! Stern was rapidly abandoning his gentlemanly decorum in favor of more guttural argot. “Show me your pussies and tongues!!” he cried. With each command, Stern increased the speed of his hands on his long, hot rod. Intermittently he cupped its head with one hand and traced under the ridge of its head with another. He was oozing precum. The girls got on the bed with Samantha on her back and Selena on her elbows and knees over her open, wet pussy. The mouth of her vagina had wide labia in layers of strawberry pink and violet that was beautiful a flower as Stern had ever seen. Her pussy juice was running down her mound and over her raised anus, lubricating it, tantalizing this forbidden playground. “Do it. Hurry,” Stern said, stroking his huge shaft. The tongue kissing had elevated their sexual passion and Selena didn’t hesitate. She opened her mouth and her five inch tongue snapped out, standing firm and strong. She plunged it into Samantha’s pussy like a little piston. Samantha moaned, “Oh, shit, oh, fuck that is so good.” Selena pulled her tongue out, raised up and looked at Samantha. “Is it good, sweetie. It tastes like perfumed spices and saltwater sea breezes. You’re so soft and hot. Umm.” She lapped at her like a dog. “Oh, baby, don’t stop. More. More.” Her legs writhed, high in the air. She lifted her pelvis to Selena’s mouth, and pulled her pussy apart with both hands to experience more of Selena’s lizard tongue. Somehow Selena was able to move her tongue in and out of Samantha’s hungry cunt without moving her head up and down; the tongue seemed to move in and out on its own, as if it were a snake. Samantha began to enter a new zone. She made unintelligible sounds. “Oholsldhdhddaaaaazzzzzeiiiieeeeee.” Her entire body bucked and jerked and went out of control. When she began her orgasmic scream, Stern, was masturbating feverishly, faster. He began breathing deeply, approaching hyperventilation. He yelled, “Now, pull your tongue out of her pussy and both of you open your mouths to me. Stick out your tongues and lick my cock. Hurry. I can’t last long!” The women turned toward him and wrapped their tongues around Stern’s extended prick. He watched as Selena’s dark red enflamed tongue joined together with Samantha’s bright pink tongue around his pecker. From Stern’s vantage point, it looked like a two stranded rope moving up and down and around his cock, and sucking at the head, both in synch with the other, as if the same organ. Selena was massaging his balls and Samantha was teasing his anus with a dancing finger, playing in precum. Stern could hardly speak as they sucked and licked. All he could managed to get out was, “Now open your mouths, pull in your tongues and open up for me. I want to cum in your mouths and I want you to hold my gism so I can watch you play with it with your tongues. Nowwww!!” They retrieved their tongues and both girls moved their tongues to Stern’s big, round anus. While one licked from his balls to his asshole, the other gently pushed the tip of her tongue inside Stern’s pulsing gently entering his pulsing asshole with the tip of her tongue. Stern started cumming like he’d never done before. His cock simply erupted. He pumped streams of his white, frothy cum first powering it into Salena’s mouth, splashing over her red lips and down her neck, mixing with her perspiration. Then, holding his gigantic prick with both hands like some garden hose, he swished it just outside Samantha’s beckoning mouth. Cum shots cascaded from his jerking, quivering shaft, one, two, three, four times, with powerful spurts. He was screaming, rising up, a victory yell. He was on his knees over their mouths, pumping the last drops of liquid from his cock. Then he collapsed on the bed beside them and seemed to pass out. Samantha and Selena turned to each other, exhibiting their half open mouths to each other, each overflowing with cum, bubbling over their lips. They closed their mouths to kiss each other, opening them enough to push Stern’s cum from one mouth to the other, propelled back and forth by their slithering tongues. As they did this they were massaging each other’s cunt with their hands and fingers. Samantha swallowed her mouthful of sperm, swiped her lips with her serpentine tongue with a smacking sound and looked at Selena. “Selena, baby, you gave me such an incredible orgasm, I want to do it for you. It’s your turn, baby.” Selena swallowed all the cum in her mouth and snaked her serpentine tongue inside Samantha’s ear to whisper, “I can’t think of anyone I want to tongue fuck me more than you.” Samantha got off the bed and laid down on her back on the floor. “Your athletic body turns me on. I want to fuck you with my tongue. Come here and squat down on my hard tongue. I want your pussy to grab my tongue. Come here.” Selena stood directly over Samantha’s head and her long, hard erect tongue. She squatted down as if doing an floor exercise, body held vertical, bending only her knees so her pussy moved straight down over Samantha’s cock-tongue. It squished as it entered her palpitating cunt. The smell of Samantha’s and Selena’s sex organs was overwhelming to them both, driving them forward with a primordial force. Selena did five vertical squats on Samantha’s face, five dives onto her rock hard tongue; and with each thrust she pinched her nipples hard and stuck out her long tongue for Samantha to see from below. “Oh, you sweet, scrumptious thing you. Oh fuck me, woman. Fuck me. Tongue me. Don’t ever stop!! No!! Yes!! Now!! Oh,ohhh!!” Both of their faces were contorted in a transcendent sort of pain and ecstasy. Samantha had inserted three fingers into her own pussy and every time Selena squatted down on her tongue, Samantha finger fucked herself. She pinched her clitoris with each of Selena’s down thrusts, squeezing it like a little piece of ripe fruit. On the sixth squat, they had a simultaneous orgasm. They muffled their screams with each other’s panties in their mouths and that only lifted their pleasure to another, even higher level. They twitched and convulsed as if it were one body with four arms, four legs, flailing beyond human control until they finally spasmed a final time and fell into each other’s arms. Stern was still unconscious as they dressed. “Do you think he’s all right, Selena?” As they shut the door to room 434 behind them and walked toward the elevator, Samantha answered, “Have you ever known a guy who didn’t want to go to sleep after cumming? I’ve never seen a guy cum like that in my life. I’m not surprised he passed out.” Downstairs in the lobby, Selena found a phone and called Clarence Oaktree, just as instructed. It was 9:05 pm according to the clock in the hotel lobby, right on time. “So, how did it go? Everything all right? How was Stern?” he asked. “Let’s just say it was like he died and went to heaven.”