Sam struggled to breathe, and his jaw ached. His girlfriend, Darla, was sitting on his face and enjoying the latter part of their routine foreplay. Once she was aroused by his licking, she liked to come by using his tongue as a wet tiny penis. Once he survived the extended process of her fucking his tongue until she came, she would always move down, mount his cock and ride him to oblivion.

But today was more than he could tolerate. When he withdrew his tongue back into his mouth, Darla looked down at him, frustrated.

"Why did you move, babe? I was getting really close," she asked with disappointment.

"My jaw is too tired. It hurts to keep my tongue sticking out for so long."

"Sam, the most exciting way for me to come is riding your tongue after you've got me wet," she said, "feeling my wet pussy bouncing on your mouth really gets me off."

"I know, but you take longer and longer to come each time, and it hurts my jaw when I have to keep my tongue extended for a long time, babe."

Darla climbed off of Sam's face and started getting dressed.

"Wait, Darla, we can still fuck!"

"Just remember that the next time you want a blow job, my jaw might get too tired to let YOU finish!"

She finished dressing and stormed out of Sam's apartment.

That night, Sam was having a drink at his favorite pub when his friend, Carlos, came in and sat next to him.

"Yo, Sam, what you lookin' so down for, man?" Carlos asked.

"Hi, Carlos. Darla got mad during sex and she stormed out; she's pissed at me."

"What? You dint eat her first, bro? You gotta eat your chick first, man."

"I know, and I love doing it, but this tongue fucking thing is rough. I can't keep my tongue stiff long enough to get her off."

"Hey, man, you need to see Tim Hogan. He's like a home chemist or something; He got all kinds of shit that might help you, man."

Sam knew that Tim was known for having an unexplained supply of Viagra and other drugs, so he went to see him the next day.

"So, what brings you here, Sam?" Tim asked.

Sam explained his problem with Darla, and Tim smiled.

"You're in luck, my friend, I have just come up with something that will help you. It's my own version of Viagra, but it only works on the tongue."

"Seriously? Does it really work?"

"Yeah. Just one pill will get your tongue hard in fifteen minutes. The only problem is that it only lasts about an hour, and then your tongue will get soft again."

Sam was sold on the idea and he purchased three pills. He thought that three times the dose would mean his tongue would stay hard three times as long. He called Darla and told her what he had just purchased and why.

"Oh, my God, that sounds too good to be true!" she said, excitedly. "When can we try it, Sam?"

"Meet me at my apartment in fifteen minutes and you can sit on my hard tongue for an hour, babe, guaranteed."

Sam had a bottle of water in his car, and when he stopped for a traffic light, he downed all three pills. He was excited and pounded the accelerator. Traffic was heavy and he was still a few minutes away from his apartment, but he could feel his tongue stiffen and getting thick. It even felt longer.

Sam tried to weave in and out of the heavy traffic and when clear, he floored it. Unfortunately, he was tagged by a female motorcycle cop. He was going sixty-five in a thirty-five-mile zone. When she pulled him over, Sam watched as she slowly got off her bike. Long red hair flowed from under her helmet. Her pants were tight, revealing a muscular set of legs, and her shirt pockets bulged because of her huge breasts underneath.

Sam rolled down his window and already had his license and registration ready for her. He wanted to make this as quick as possible. She strolled up to his driver's window, and her voice was smooth, soft, sexy, and professional.

"Thir, may I thee your driverth lithenthe, pleathe?"

Sam handed her the documents he had ready and tried to speed things up.

"I'm on my way to meet my girlfriend, tho could we thpeed thith up a little, offither?"

The female cop tried to ignore what he said, so she asked, "Do you know why I thtopped you, Thir?"

"Well, I know I was thpeeding but I really need to thee her in the necth thirty minuths."

The cop suddenly became angry.

"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 yelled.

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

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

Sam was petrified. His tongue was getting thicker and stiffer and time was running out.

"Pleathe, ma'am, I beg you," Sam pleaded. "I took thom medication to make my tongue hard for my girlfriend and thee ith waiting for me at my apartment."

The cop looked at him for a minute, then leaned down with her arm on his windowsill.

"And jutht WHY do you need a hard tongue for her, Thir?"

"Well, onthe I get her wet, thee likth to thit on it tho thee can come."

The cop stood back and removed her helmet. Her voice became much more authoritative.

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

"What??" Sam asked incredulously.

"Thath right, Thir, I'm afraid I'm going to need thom proof if I'm not going to give you a thightathion."

Sam was not expecting anything like this, but time was running out and he feared the effect of the pills would wear off soon, so he complied. When he got into the back seat of his car, the cop followed him and shut the door.

"Lie on the theat and thow me what you intended to do for your girlfriend. If you thucktheed, I'll let you go without a ticket."

She pushed her uniform pants and a wet purple thong down to her knees and straddled his chest. He saw a generous patch of red pubic hair as she lowered her pussy to his face. When her warm, soft thighs cupped his face, he decided that maybe he had time for this, as long as she needed.

He experimented, sliding his tongue inside her as she pressed down onto his mouth. The familiar scent of an aroused woman filled his nostrils, and warm, sweet nectar seeped into his mouth. She was leaning against the window, and finally began riding his tongue, just as Darla liked to do it. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder onto his face, sinking his hard tongue deeper into her. She bounced up and down on his face for a very long time, but Sam remained comfortable, except for his cock getting hard.

"Oh, yeth, don't thtop, thitizen, I'm almotht there!" she moaned.

When she did come, she squeezed his head with her legs and Sam's cock twitched in his pants. He thought she might let him fuck her, so he unzipped his pants as she climbed off of his face. She realized his intent and slapped his hand.

"That'th all you're going to get today, Thir, but perhapth my girlfriend and I could uthe your oral skillth thometime."

She fastened her clothing and got out of Sam's car. Sam got back into the driver's seat, and the cop gave him her phone number and drove off.

As Sam parked in front of his apartment, he realized that not only had his swollen tongue gone down, but it seemed even smaller than normal. In a panic, he called Tim Hogan.

"What the fuck? When the pills wore off, my cock shrunk, even smaller than normal!"

"Pills? Dude, you mean you took more than one?"

"Yeah, I took all three of them. What do I do?"

"Sam, I hate to tell you, but when you take more than one, it might take days for your tongue to get back to normal. Sorry, dude."

(And yes, Darla was disappointed and dumped him. But he had the phone number for that female cop...)