Ultrathin Condom

Angelica Blaze stood up...and in her hand was a nearly-transparent square packet.

"Ultrathin. Hugs the skin. They say it almost feels like you're wearing nothing at all."

The dickgirl handed the condom to Lois...who was keenly aware of the hard cock, gently throbbing in time to Blaze's pulse. Standing up, and free of pants or other constraints, the tip of the quivering prick almost pressed into the reporter's navel. She could actually feel the heat of it on her skin.

"You...want me to put it on?"

"Of course," Blaze took her hands and rubbed the reporter's shoulders. "Don't you want to make sure it fits? No holes or tears? Put your mind at rest."

"Right...right," Lois said. She felt almost drunk. Her pussy, so recently licked clean, felt swamped again. All the sexual denial of the last few months seemed to come back to her in a moment, and the reporter's fingers shook as she tore open the packaging, taking out the thin, clear circle of latex.

How many times have I done this? Lois wondered, as she pressed the circle against the tip of Blaze's cock. Like always, there was that moment when she felt it wouldn't fit...but latex is elastic, and with just a little more pressure, her fingers brushing against the bare skin, she began to unroll the clear, shiny second skin over the hard, hot cock. A few of her boyfriends had let her put condoms on, but most of them put it on themselves...or had some foolish notion of her putting it on with her mouth. Something Lois had never managed to do.

I can't believe I'm doing this, Lois said as she kept unrolling the condom, further and further. For the first time, she appreciated the true length of the cock. It was as big as any she'd ever had...bigger, maybe, with that comforting girth that she'd come to appreciate in a prick more than length. A cock that hit too deep hurt, but one that stretched her pussy...well...

Something wet ran down the reporter's inner thigh as she slid the ring down to the base. Wrapped up, the dickgirl's prick looked like a perfect meat missile, a sausage in its casing, with only the reservoir tip to interrupt the image. The ultrathin was nearly transparent and did little to smooth the contours of the cock...she could still see the flair of the glans.

"Well now," Angelica said, as she slid her arms over the reporter's shoulders and stepped forward...so that her cock stabbed gently into the reporter's stomach, and her breasts pushed over the reporter's own. "Now that I'm all wrapped up tight and safe...what do you want to do with me?"