The Tongue Stimulator

(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."

The cop looked at him, surprised by his response. She looked at his license, etc. and asked, "Do you know why I thtopped you, Thir?"

"Well, I know I wath thpeeding a little but I need to get there within the necth thirty minuths."

The cop suddenly became angry as she handed him his documents.

"THIR, are you mocking me?"

"No, ma'am, I thwear, I jutht need to be on my way ath thoon ath pothible."

"You're making fun of my lithp!" she shouted.

"No, I'm not, I thwear, ma'am, jutht write the ticket and let me go, pleathe?"

"I have a better idea," she said. "Follow me downtown, my thuperior will want to thpeak to you about thith."

Sam was petrified and his tongue was getting thicker and stiffer in his mouth.

"PLEATHE, ma'am, I beg you," he pleaded. "I took thome medication to get my tongue hard for my girlfriend and thee's waiting for me at my apartment."

The cop looked at him for a minute and slowly smiled. She leaned down with her arm resting on his window sill.

"And jutht WHY do you need a hard tongue for her, Thir?" She asked knowingly.

"Well onth I lick her and get her hot, thee likth to thit on it tho thee can come."

The cop laughed softly and stood back from the car and removed her helmet. Her voice suddenly became more authoritative.

"Thir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to athk you to move into the back theat of your car."

Sam threw a puzzled look at her. "Whaaat?"

"That'th right, Thir, I need thome proof if I'm going to let you go without a thightathon."

Sam was not expecting anything like this, and he was worrying that the effect of the pills would be wearing off soon, so he complied. He got into the back seat of his car and the cop followed him, shutting the door behind her.

"Get on the floor and thlide off my panth and thong. Thow me what you intended to do for your girlfriend, and if you thucktheed, I'll forget about a ticket."

Sam pulled off her shoes, pulled her uniform pants down and then her thong and slipped them off her legs. He was rewarded with a view of a red patch of pubic hair. Her naked legs turned him on, so he leaned in between her legs and started working his stiff tongue up and down her slit.

She put her legs over his shoulders and his face slipped deeper between them. He slid his hands underneath to hold her buttocks as he began to tongue fuck her. She put one hand on his head and let him have his way with her vagina.

His tongue was doing the job and he felt no discomfort and she enjoyed him for a long time and then whispered with a lusty voice,

"Don't thtop, thitizen, I'm almoth there!"

When she did come, she moaned and squeezed his head with her legs. Sam was hard and had the idea that she might let him fuck her, so when she took her legs off of his shoulders, he started to unfasten his belt, but she put a foot on his shoulder to stop him.

"That'th all you're going to get today, Thir, but perhapth my girlfriend and I might like to make uthe of your oral thkills thometime."

Once she was dressed and Sam was back in the front seat, he gave her his phone number and drove off, eager to get to Darla waiting for him. But as he parked in front of his apartment, he realized his tongue was not thick and stiff anymore. In fact, it was softer than usual, and felt like it was even smaller.

In a panic, he called Tim.

"Tim, what the fuck? The pills wore off and my tongue actually shrunk! What do I do?"

"PILLS? Dude, you mean, you took more than one?" Tim asked.

"Yeah, I took all three, so what?"

"I forgot to tell you, Sam, but if you take more than one at a time, your tongue will shrivel afterwards and it will take days to get back to normal. Sorry."

And yes, Darla was disappointed and she dumped him.