A Cow's Tongue

"Now don't move too much. I'm just going to touch it for a bit." 

I said to calm her down, just in case she reacts evasively, and used my thumb and pointer finger to gently hold the tip of her tongue, like how someone would hold another person's chin.

Astrid jumped a bit when I first made contact with her tongue. But seeing that I was only rubbing the tip of her tongue with my fingers and wasn't doing anything scary, she simply closed her eyes and let me do whatever I wanted.

Rough...Rough and course.

That was the feeling I felt on my fingers when I touched the surface of her tongue. Although it was soft and wet like any other tongue and was quite squishy. The outer surface felt a little rough, as if there was a mild layer of sandpaper on top.

Although it wasn't rough enough for her to take a layer of my skin off if she licked me, It would still give me a ticklish sensation, as if a small, wet sponge were being dragged over your skin, which was exactly what it felt like when she licked my face.

I wanted to know if every part of her tongue felt the same way, so I stopped rubbing the tip and used two fingers to rub the upper surface of her tongue to check if there were any differences.

Astrid gulped when she felt my fingers moving over her tongue, but she didn't open her eyes to see what happened and sat still like I told her to.

Shlick~ Schlick~

I went from left to right, and then right to left, as I felt up her tongue and moved deeper into her tongue, until I finally entered her mouth to touch the insides of her tongue.

The moment my fingers entered my mouth, I could feel her breath on my hand and sense that the moisture content in her mouth was much higher than on the outside, as if the air inside her cavity had more humidity compared to the outside.

I made sure that my two fingers only touched her tongue and didn't touch either her white teeth that were wide open or the roof of her mouth that was dark pink in colour, just like the rest of her mouth; that looked like a wet underground cave, with streams of saliva coming from the top and bottom of the cave and was being accumulated at the bottom.

Her fluids underneath her tongue moved up and down her cavity as she changed the position of her tongue, like a tide that changed the depth at certain times. 

And the only thing that was stopping her saliva from oozing out of her mouth was her lower front teeth, which acted as a barrier to keep her spit in, as she couldn't swallow her fluids normally since my fingers were in her mouth.

When I reached the end of her tongue, near the region where her tongue was attached to her lower cavity, I could feel that her tongue was courser than usual, almost as if minute grains of sand were stuck on top of it.

I couldn't stop myself from thinking about what would happen if I scratched that area with the tip of my fingers as if I were scratching a mosquito bite and proceeded to gently scratch that delicate, soft, pale pink area behind her tongue.

"Hmm~"

Astrid let out a soft sound when she felt me scratching the back of her tongue and tightly gripped the edge of her clothes.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" I asked just in case she felt any pain.

"Ah..." She tried to speak. But since a part of my hand was in her mouth, her lips couldn't touch one another to say any words; and could only come into contact with the bottom of my two fingers. 

This also caused some drool that had accumulated at the bottom of her tongue to gush out and flow down her bottom lip, which I quickly wiped off with the handkerchief in my pocket, with my other hand.

Seeing that she didn't make a mess, like she thought she would, Astrid's eyes calmed down, and then she looked at me and shook her head, indicating that it didn't hurt.

"Then does it tickle?" I asked, to which she nodded her head as her cheeks turned slightly pink in colour.

"Then, does it feel even more ticklish when I do this?" 

I started to rub the back of my tongue with the tips of my fingers, as if her tongue were a treadmill and my fingers were two legs that were running on it. 

Shlick~ Shlick~

My two fingers slid across her tongue in the same place as her fleshy tongue started to move around a little in reaction to my movement. 

Astrid herself, started started to grip my pants tightly and closed her eyes, as if she were fighting the urge to laugh.

At the tip of my fingers, where I was touching her tongue, it felt like I was running my hand across some fleshy meat that had very small bumps attached to it, almost like a wet piece of course fabric; which was quite addictive to run my fingers across, as it also felt ticklish on my fingers.

I wanted to know how it would feel if I used her entire tongue as a treadmill instead of just the back of her tongue. 

So my fingers started to run from the back of her tongue all the way to the tip.

And when they reached the tip, as my fingers bounced on her pink tongue, I would slide them back across her tongue all the way to the back, to repeat the same process.

My fingers that were moving across her tongue looked like they were doing the moonwalk on her tongue, as they moved backwards, and then slid all the way back as if they were on a slide.

This little dance my fingers were doing, made Astrid close her lips on me sometimes, unable to control the ticklish feeling. Her tail also smacked the table a few times, as if she was using it to distract herself from the feeling in her mouth.

Watching her struggle like this made me want to tease her more, so I stopped touching the top of her tongue and moved to the bottom.

I used the top of my fingers to scrape the bottom of her tongue, which was much more wet and smooth compared to the top. 

And as I caressed the bottom of her tongue with my fingers, moving like they were imitating the motion of waves, the bottom of my fingers would often plunge into her bottom cavity, that was full of saliva.

The reason that her cavity was full of her drool, was because she couldn't swallow her saliva like she usually would since, I had my fingers inside her. 

And whenever my fingers touched the bottom of her cavity, when I ran my fingers across her lower tongue, the depth of the saliva in her cavity would increase, since there wasn't enough space for another finger, and her spit that had accumulated looked like it was going to overflow out of her mouth.

Although her spit looked like it was going to spill from her mouth like a tide, it always stopped at the edge of her bottom teeth, which prevented her from making a mess. 

But a little bit of spit did manage to spill out from the tide, which I quickly wiped away when it was about to drip down her lips and onto her chin.

If it wasn't already ticklish enough, when I rubbed the top of her tongue, I was now tickling both underneath her tongue, which seemed to be a more sensitive area, and at the same time, I was also rubbing the bottom of her cavity, which was full of spit, which seemed to be way too much stimulation for Astrid, as she looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes that was begging me to stop.

She also started to bite my fingers every time I stroked her tongue, which showed that she was really struggling to not react from the intense sensation in her mouth.

I didn't want to tease her too much, so I reluctantly stopped playing with her tongue and pulled my fingers out. 

My fingers, including the ones I didn't stick in, were drenched in her drool, which rolled down from the tip of my fingers all the way to my palm, which was also wet to touch.

As I wiped off the drool from my hand with a handkerchief, I saw Astrid look up at the ceiling with her mouth closed and cheeks full, as if she were about to spit out the water she gargled after brushing, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

Hmm... What's wrong with her?