The Condom Doesn't Fit

The latex ring looked too small for the fat crimson pecker. Lois Lane reassured herself that latex was stretching. She pressed the ring against the dome-like tip. She could feel the heat of the cockhead against her fingers.

"I don't think it's going to fit," Lana said.

"Nonsense. Look, it's going on."

The reporter pressed the edges of the condom harder. The rubbery head of the cock was deforming, squeezing against the pale, thin material. Lois pressed down harder. All she had to do was get the head in, and the rest would be easy.

A wet spot appeared as the urethra pressed against the latex from within. Lana began to squirm, but Lois was fixed on her task. With effort, she squeezed the condom over the tip. It was a weird-shaped dick, and no mistake; the glans didn't stand out from the shaft at all, just a smooth transition from the rounded head to the thick trunk of the dick.

"I'm just saying, that feels...really tight."

"It's supposed to be tight, silly," Lois said. "That way you can still feel it when you're up inside my pus—"

The cock swelled. Lois frowned as the flesh bulged around the base of the condom...and then the latex split, the ring breaking with an audible snap.

"Fuck," Lana said. "Sorry. I just—when you said that I thought about what it would be like, and then I could sort of feel the blood rush down there and—"

Lois sucked in air, and pulled the remains of the condom off the cock. "No use crying over burst condoms. But now we have to figure out what to do."

"We could...do it raw?"

The reporter looked up from the crimson cock and looked into Lana Lang's big blue eyes. Puppies wanting a taste of steak had looked at Lois like that. And she had given it to them. But this was...

"I mean, as long as we're careful—I'll pull out..."

"Lana Lang. If some man tried to pull that line on you, would you seriously believe them?"

Lana kept staring. There was a disconcerting need in those eyes. Like she could almost feel Lois Lane's will weakening, if she just kept asking. The cock wobbled. Lois grabbed it, almost instinctively. She could feel the throb of Lana's pulse through the strange organ.

"I mean...if you have a better idea..." Lana said at last, through clenched teeth. Lois could hear the disappointment there...but at the same time, there was something reassuring that her friend and would-be-lover wasn't completely irrational.