The Condom Breaks

Lois Lane stared into the mindless face of Lana Lang as the newly-made dickgirl began to grind her pussy hard, jamming the short, fat cock as deep into her pussy as far as it could go and then rotating her hips, rubbing her pussy hards, the fat cock squirming against her walls. The change in tactic gave the reporter a chance to regain her breath, and she pushed herself up on her elbows, staring down at where their crotches were joined.

Despair flooded through Lois as she saw the shredded base of the sheepskin condom, torn where it had been rubbing against the entrance to her vagina. The integument had been too tight, the cock too fat, the **** of their fucking had ripped it.

The tip might still be intact, Lois reasoned, and she slid her thighs open wider, and pressed her heels into Lara's smoothly muscled buttocks. If I can get her to cum and pull out before the tears spread, it shouldn't be too bad...

Sex ed always emphasized how even a single sperm in your pussy could result in pregnancy, but Lois Lane wasn't the easily-cowed, sexless teenager she had been back then. She knew that even a full ejaculation into the pussy might be harmless...that it was all the matter of odds. When she was ovulating, like now, it was more likely to result in pregnancy, but there were no guarantees. Some couples tried months or years to get pregnant without success, fucking like rabbits.

It was all a matter of risk.

"Come on baby," Lois hissed, hoping to spur Lana on to shoot her load. "Pump me full. Shoot that jizz into my hot cunt. I want to feel it as you put a bun in my oven."

A shudder ran through Lana Lang's frame, her nostrils flaring, eyes still rolled up into her skull. She ceased grinding and started thrusting, lifting Lois Lane's hips up off the filthy bathroom floor with each thrust. The reporter felt the edge of her own climax start on...normally it took more than just a bit of pump-and-thrust to send her over the edge, but the danger of the situation, the demonic cock and Lana's bizarre state were all adding a particular frisson to this fuck-session.

Drumming her heels on the redhead's ass, Lois slipped her right hand down between her legs, rubbing furiously at her clit. The harder they fucked, the quicker the split condom would disintegrate. If Lois wanted to minimize the jizz in her pussy, Lana would have to cum soon.

"Imagine what it'll be like fucking me when I'm pregnant," Lois huffed, hoping to get through to the redehead, or whatever **** was possessing her. "My stomach swelling every day with your kid. Breast b-ballooning—" The reporter licked her licks, imagining the transformation her body would go into. "—hormones raging. P-pregnant women are so horny, you'd have to fuck me every day. Imagine waking up, and I rush to the t-toilet to throw up, because your bastard is gr-growing inside me, and you slide into my cunt from behind, stretching out my p-poor pussy and not letting up until you empty another blast of jizz in my fertile c-cunt no matter how I beg or plead—"

A strange look crossed Lana Lang's face. Her features seemed to screw up, and for a moment it was almost as if the Lana she had knew was there. The hips slammed forward, in and out spasmodically, a jackhammer burst of speed that left Lois breathless, pussy shocked and half-numb with the speed of the pistoning cock...and then with a gurgling cry, Lana slammed her short, fat crimson cock as deep inside of Lois as it could go and held it there.

Something hot and wet dribbled down the bottom of Lois Lane's pussy, over her taint and down the crack of her ass. Breathing heavily, Lana Lang blinked, her blue eyes coming back into focus as though seeing Lois for the first time. The lips began to move...