My first glimpse of an adult pussy probably really was the first time a black bush of any color was in direct line with my eye. It must have been traumatic for it to be so vivid five and a half decades later. Reflecting on the circumstances at present I can admit: the woman connected to the pussy was as exhibitionist anyway. My mother and her two kids had taken an outing with her sister and one or more of her three kids. We share a hotel room. I'm walking around in the morning, minding my own business: I pass the bathroom, the door is open a crack, maybe more than a crack. I see movement: Holy ... ?!?!? What's that? Horrible. Frightening. Monstrous.
But of course anything adult is monstrous at first glace to a newbie. What would the kitten think if it saw its mother at the moment of the kill that makes the milk in the tit possible?
Half-hairless
The first time I saw an immature pussy, that is, one mature enough for the immaturity to be a feature, occurred when my sister dragged me into the garage to service some dubious new friend of hers. My sister was "two years" older - actually eighteen months -- and some amateur whore got power over her. This girl had told my sister apparently that her cousin would lie on top of her on their porch Sunday mornings, the two of them naked. Why would they do that? my sister, like any reasonable kid, wanted to know? to keep each other's bellies warm, she supposed. So this girl wants "her belly warmed": and my sister recruits me for the chore. The girl pulls her pants off, my sister looking guiltily excited (not sexually: I don't think she had any "sex" yet either; intellectually! Spiritually!) The girl positions herself for me to mount her. My sister urges me, yanking on my elbow.
There it is, the beginnings of a beaver. My first glimpse of a dark down emerging around the pubis. Even such a small amount of hair was repellant to immature me. The girls I mounted on my own time under my own steam had no such flaws. These distaff got no cooperation from me.
"He's too young," my sister's witch dismisses me: after I'd left.
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