(First of all, let me apologize to anyone who has a lisp because this piece was written just for fun and not to embarrass anyone. Please bear with me, as some of the words containing an "S" were not easy to type with a lisp in mind.)
Sam struggled to breathe and his jaw ached. His girlfriend, Darla, was enjoying the latter part of their routine foreplay. Once she was aroused from his licking, she liked to come by using his tongue as a wet tiny penis. Once he survived the physical agony of letting her fuck his tongue to come, she would always move down to ride his cock and fuck him into oblivion.
But today it was just more than he could tolerate. When he withdrew his tongue back into his mouth, Darla looked down at him, frustrated, having been close to her orgasm.
"Why did you move, babe? I was really close," she said with disappointment.
"My jaw is just too tired; it hurts to keep my tongue extended like that for so long."
"Sam, one of the best ways for me to come is when I ride your tongue after you have licked me. Feeling my wet pussy bouncing on your mouth gets me off."
"I know, but it gets harder and harder lately for me to keep my tongue sticking out, I can't help it, babe."
Darla climbed off of Sam's face and started getting dressed.
"Wait, babe, we can still fuck," he protested.
"Just remember that the next time you want a blow job, my jaw might get too tired to let YOU finish!" She put her clothes back on and stormed out of Sam's apartment.
That night, Sam was having a drink at his favorite pub when his best friend, Carlos, came in and took a seat next to him.
"Yo, Sam, what you lookin so down for, man?"
"Hi, Carlos. Darla got mad at me during sex and stormed out; she pissed at me."
"What? You din't eat her first, bro? You gotta eat your chick first, man."
"I know and usually I love doing it for her, but this tongue fucking thing is rough; I can't keep my tongue stiff long enough to get her off."
"Hey, bro, you need to see Tim Hogan, man, he's like a home chemist and he has shit for problems like that."
Sam knew that Tim was known for his unexplained supply of Viagra and various other drugs, so he went to see him the next day.
"So, what brings you here, Sam?" asked Tim.
Tim explained his problem with Darla, and Tim smiled.
"My friend, I have just come up with something that will help you. It's my own variation of Viagra but it only works on the tongue."
"Seriously?" Sam asked. "Does it really work?"
"Yeah, just one pill will get your tongue hard within fifteen minutes. The only problem is, so far I've only been able to make a product that will last an hour; After that, your tongue will soften up again."
Sam was sold on the idea and bought three pills, thinking that three times the dose should yield three times as long for his tongue to be hard. He called Darla and told her what he had purchased.
"Oh, my God, that sounds too good to be true. How soon can we try it, Sam?"
"Meet me at my apartment in fifteen minutes and you can sit on my tongue for an hour, babe, guaranteed."
Sam had a bottle of water in his car and when he stopped for a traffic light, he down all of the pills. Ten minutes later, his tongue swelled in his mouth, getting thick and stiff; he was elated. He pounded the accelerator, eager to get to his apartment.
Unfortunately for Sam, the midday traffic was snarled due to two traffic accidents, and it slowed down his progress. When the traffic cleared, Sam floored it, rushing to get to Darla while the pills were working.
A female motorcycle cop tagged him going seventy-five in a thirty-five mile per hour zone, and she pulled him over. She took her time getting off her bike and Sam watched her in his side mirror. Long red hair flowed out from under her helmet. Her pants were tight, revealing a muscular set of legs, and her shirt pockets looked full because of what was behind them inside her shirt.
Sam rolled down his window and already had his license, registration and insurance card handy by the time she approached his driver's window. Her voice was soft and smooth, and professional.
"Thir, may I thee your driver'th lithenthe, pleathe?"
Sam handed her the documents and tried to encourage her to proceed quickly.
"I'm on my way to thee my girlfriend and ith really important that I not be late."
