FOUND EROTICA #3

From Wifey by Judy Blume (Penguin Putnam, 1978).

Found by Lindsay Godard

    "Gordon! Are you crazy?"
    "Yes, but I know what I want. Please, Sandy, please let me." He was tugging at her bikini top, pushing down her pants.
    "Look, I can't. I haven't got my diaphragm in."
    He jumped up. "I'll get you one. What size?"
    She started to laugh. "Gordon, this is insane."
    "What size?"
    "Eighty. . . but I can't. . . really. . . "
    He opened a cabinet and pulled out a box. "Eighty, eighty, here's one." He ran to the door and locked it, ran back to her, and said, "I can make my cock dance inside of you. Just wait, you're going to love it."   He kneeled in front of her and pulled down her bikini pants. "I'll put this in for you, what kind of jelly do you like?"
    "I don't use jelly."
    "You use foam?"
    "No, nothing."
    "You don't use anything with your diaphragm?"
    "No."
    "You have to use something. You could get pregnant without it."
    "So far I haven't. Look Gordy, we can't . . . somebody . . . "
    "It's all right."
    She had never been attracted to Gordon, but now he kneeled in front of her, his penis fat and inviting, sticking straight out from his black bush. As he inserted his diaphragm he whispered, "So beautiful . . . sweetest pussy . . . "And then he put his face between her legs and sniffed her cunt, actually put his nose into it and kissed it. She found herself not just aroused, but actually wanting him very much.
     He rolled her over and entered her from behind, one hand squeezing her right breast, the other holding her pussy. It felt good. Very good.
     "Your fucking sister won't let me do it this way. Says it's for animals, but we are animals, aren't we, Sandy."

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