David Falls in Love with Pussy


All I can really remember about those first moments as she pulled her nightgown off was her breasts. They were the most wonderful, beautiful, womanly things I had ever seen. Full and pale, the top of her breasts were completely covered with large, dark pink nipples, thick, stiff nubs in the very center of each. Her tits were
large enough that they hung from her chest, pointing somewhat downward. To this day, these are the type of breasts that I find most attractive; I am very lucky that my wife has similar breasts, although substantially smaller; but her nipples remind me very much of Brigid’s; large and dark with big thick nubs, perfect for latching onto.

Although I loved absolutely everything about her breasts, what I loved the most was how they moved. They shimmied when she pulled her nightgown off, and then swung from side to side as she leaned over me. Big, billowing pillows of womanly flesh.

She moved up until her face was right in front of mine, and I realized she was going to kiss me. And she did, a big, wet, sloppy kiss, sticking her tongue right in my mouth. She tasted sort of funny, not what I expected, a sort of musky taste.

She lifted her face up a bit. “Sorry, I bet my mouth tastes like come, huh?” She licked her lips.

Holding herself above me with one hand, she lifted her other hand to one of her breasts. “You want to suck on my tits?”

I really couldn’t do anything other than nod. Just a little nod.

Before I’d even nodded she was already moving up, lifting her chest up above my face, and she planted her breast right on my mouth. I opened my mouth and her nipple was in.

I was in heaven; her breast was so warm, and so soft, womanly and even motherly, smothering me with its pillowy, creamy flesh. Her teat was stiff and leathery in my mouth and almost instinctively I sucked, pulling her whole nipple in, lapping at it with my tongue, and I sucked and sucked and sucked, just like a little baby.

I still jack off, twenty years later, thinking about having Brigid’s beautiful breast pressed against my face and her fantastic nipple in my mouth.

“Oh my god!” she said as she held her breast to my mouth, “I’m so fucking horny! I need cock so badly!” She pulled her breast out of my mouth and rolled off to the side and pulled her panties off, and then she climbed back on top of me.

It all happened so quickly that I don’t think I really remember much about it. But now that I am much more experienced at the art, I can fill in the details as they must have happened; no doubt she grabbed my cock and directed it into her, sitting back down onto it, her pussy already soaking wet. She probably had to rock back and forth a bit to get herself fully lubricated and get my cock all the way in.

But all that I actually remember was that my heart was pounding so hard that I thought it was going to explode, and then suddenly my cock was completely overwhelmed by the most fantastic feeling I could have ever even imagined. Hot and wet, that’s what I remember. My entire cock was surrounded by heat and wetness and she was sliding back and forth on it and making the most wonderful little noises, “Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh.” She was up on her hands and knees and just sliding back and forth, over and over.

Eventually she stopped, with my cock all the way inside her, and she leaned over, her face, her beautiful, lovely face, right above mine. Her eyes were glassy and barely open.

As she held me inside her, it was all warmth and wetness, completely surrounding my cock, enveloping it in a tight, exquisite embrace. And there was another feeling; although at the time I had no idea what was happening, I now know it was her soaking wet pussy lips, lapping luxuriously at the base of my cock and even onto my scrotum.

“Oh my god,” she whispered above me, “I love a big cock, I love having a big cock inside me!” What a sweet girl, to talk like that to a little pipsqueak twelve year old. Then she pressed her mouth against mine and pushed her tongue in and started sliding back and forth on my cock again as we kissed.

She lay down on my entirely, her wonderful warm breasts against my chest, and she broke our kiss, moving her head to the side. She rode me at a fairly slow and deliberate pace, my cock on fire inside her, her sloppy, dripping pussy lips sliding along my shaft, all the way down to my ball sack, then up until only my head was inside them, occasionally even too far and I would slip out of her and she’d reach back and guide me in again and she’d slide back down, making sweet, passionate, sultry love to my cock.

My breathing was starting to get labored now and I could feel my orgasm building. She knew; she whispered in my ear, “Are you gonna come?”

I managed to nod.

“You can come inside me, I’m on the pill.”

I managed to nod again.

“I want your come,” she whispered in my ear, rocking back and forth at a quicker pace now. “I love having a big cock come inside me, it makes me feel so dirty.”

“Oh, god,” I whispered, my voice shaking. She lifted herself up above me, up on her hands, rocking back and forth really hard now, her pussy gushing wetness all over my pubic hair and my balls. “Oh god!” I said again, louder, my voice strained, and my legs started shaking. “Oh!” I yelled as I felt my come barreling down my cock, and my balls clenched up tight against me as if they were trying to do their part to increase the force of my ejaculation.

And then I came, just as she shoved down hard on my cock so that I was impaling her completely, her pussy lips splayed wide around my scrotum, my head as deep inside her as it could possibly go. My come fired out of me, a big, long, excruciatingly wonderful stream of semen, deep inside her open, womanly vagina.

“Oh yeah!” she yelled, looking up at the ceiling, as she slid up, and then slammed back down, completely soaking wet and wide open now, just in time for me to fire my second shot of come into her. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” she yelled again, sliding up, then slamming down again. I was pretty much drained by then but she kept sliding up and slamming down, four or five more times, before she finally stopped.

She gave me another big, wet kiss, then lifted her head just slightly, looking right at me with her pretty blue eyes. “Thanks,” she said, “I needed that so badly!”

Then she climbed off and lay down next to me.

I just lay there for a little while, catching my breath and feeling the most wonderful feeling, what I now know is the post-coital feeling of a completely satisfied cock, tingling happily from all the attention he’s gotten from a truly good fuck by a truly wonderful pussy.

My last memory of that night is her snuggling up to me, her big breasts against my shoulder, as I faded into a wonderful, entirely satisfied, sleep.

I woke up the next morning to sunshine blazing in through the window of her bedroom. I had no idea what time it was, but I realized that Brigid wasn’t in bed with me. Then I heard the sound of someone putting away some dishes downstairs. I climbed out of bed and pulled on the pajama bottoms she’d given me the night before.

“Go’ morning, sleepyhead,” Brigid said when I stumbled into the kitchen. She was wearing her nightgown, which I now noticed in the bright morning light was slightly see-through; I could make out the shape of her bountiful breasts perfectly as they shimmied while she put away some dishes, and I could see the shape and color of her nipples as well.

“You know what time it is?” I murmured.

“Around nine,” she said.

“I should probably call my dad, he said he’d come pick me up.”

“I can give you a ride into town after I clean up a bit.”

“OK, I can help clean, too.”

“That’d be great!”

I called my dad and he was fine with me helping Brigid and getting a ride in with her. I figured his girlfriend was probably still at our house and they were quite pleased to have a morning to themselves, which was just fine with me.

Brigid handed me a mug of coffee. “Here, looks like you could use some of this.”

“Thanks,” I said.

She leaned against the table. “Last night was a little crazy, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I was pretty drunk.”

“Yeah.” I felt a little knot in my stomach. I figured this was her way of saying, “I didn’t really mean to do all that stuff with you.”

She took a sip of her coffee. “It’s not like… I mean, I had a good time and everything, it’s just, you know.”

“Yeah.” I didn’t know, but what could I say?

“Hey, I really like you. I really wish you were like ten years older or something. Then maybe…”

“Yeah.” I really just wanted to leave right then. I wanted to call my dad back and have him come and get me. Maybe I could just walk home.

She sipped her coffee and looked at me with her beautiful blue eyes.

“Is that all you say, is ‘yeah?'”

“I really don’t…” I couldn’t finish the sentence because I thought I was going to start to cry.

“You know what I want to do? Let’s clean up this house and then go for a swim, OK?”

“OK.”

Even though I was feeling pretty sad, since I guess Brigid just broke up with me, cleaning the house with her was actually a lot of fun. She put on some loud music and we danced around a little crazily while we cleaned, and it wasn’t too long before I was feeling better. I sort of knew in the back of my head that it really wasn’t going to work between us, she’s almost ten years older than me and a college girl and all that. You know, it was awesome that I got my first blow job and lost my cherry and, shit, how can I complain about that? I even started looking at her a little bit in her little almost-see-through nightie, without feeling too sad about it.

In a couple hours we’d cleaned up most of the mess and the house was looking presentable again.

“OK, come on, let’s go swimming!” she said.

I didn’t have a swimming suit with me, obviously, and I didn’t know what she had in mind, but she just took off right out into her front yard, still wearing her nightgown, and ran down to the creek in front of her house.

It was almost noon on a blazingly hot August day, and we were both pretty hot from dancing around while we cleaned, so I wasn’t too surprised when she just ran right into the creek, into a little pond that her family must have created in the creek by piling some rocks together to make a dam. The pond gets about three feet deep at its deepest point, and she dove in. Then she stood up and turned to face me and I realized that her nightgown was now completely see-through and I had a perfect view of those wonderful full breasts that I’d gotten to suckle the night before. Even her panties were showing through the nightgown, and they were soaking wet as well and I could see a dark triangle of pubic hair through them.

She noticed me staring and looked down at herself. “Oh,” she said, then looked up at me. “Oh well, what the fuck!” And she dove back in the water.

I walked into the water, still wearing the pajama bottoms that she’d loaned me. She stood back up again, her big breasts bouncing. “Come on, dive in, it feels so good!”

I dove in and we swam around a little. I felt like an idiot since I pretty much had a hard-on the entire time we were swimming from seeing her bouncy breasts through her wet nightgown.

After a while she climbed out of the pond and lay down in the grass, and I climbed out, too, trying my best to hide the fact that my cock was still hard. I sat down cross-legged next to her.

She was up on her elbows, squinting in the bright sunshine, looking at me. “You know, I really do wish you were ten years older,” she said. “I’d insist that you marry me.”

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting the sun warm her face. “‘Course, if you really were ten years older, you wouldn’t want to marry me.”

“Yeah I would.”

“You know,” she said, looking back at me again and sounding wistful, “you’re a great guy, Dave. I like you a lot better than any of the guys I’ve dated lately.”

I wasn’t sure what to say so I just kind of sat there.

She lay back down and closed her eyes and just basked in the sun for a while and we were both quiet. Then she said, “You know what?”

“What?”

“I was feeling sort of weirded out about what we did last night.” She didn’t say anything more, like she was waiting for me to say something.

I tried really hard to think of something to say, but all I came up with was, “Yeah.”

She opened her eyes a little bit and looked at me, squinting from the sun. “It’s just, you know, you’re so much younger than me. In some ways you’re really just a kid, you know?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“But in some ways, you’re…” she paused, apparently trying to think of what to say, “you’re way better than any guy I know.”

I just looked down, not sure what to say. I really wanted to say something that made me sound grown-up, or at least that didn’t make me sound like the twelve year old pipsqueak that I was. “I… I think… I think it would be really cool if you were my girlfriend.” That was all I could come up with.

She smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I mean, we don’t have to tell anyone or anything. It can be secret, you know?”

She reached her hand out and put it on my knee. “I think maybe…” she was struggling for the right words again. Then she settled on repeating it again: “I think maybe.”

“Yeah? Maybe?”

“Yeah, maybe.”

She stood up and brushed some grass off her bottom. “I should probably get you home now, though, huh?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

We didn’t really say much as she drove me home, just listened to music really loud. I was starting to feel pretty dang happy, like, hey, I have a girlfriend! Sort of. A “maybe” girlfriend. But that’s better than anything I’ve had before!

When we got to the block my house was on, she stopped a little ways down the street. I was a bit confused but I thought maybe she didn’t remember which house was mine, so I opened the door to get out of the car, figuring I’d just walk the rest of the way.

“Hey, wait a sec,” she said. “Don’t you think you ought to give me a kiss, considering…”

Feeling rather clumsy and foolish, I leaned over and gave her a little kiss.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling at me. Then she drove the last little way to my house before dropping me off.

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I saw Brigid the next time a couple days later at the charity where she was an intern, and where my dad dragged me so he could fawn over his new girlfriend. She suggested that we should have a picnic the next day, and said she would pick me up around four. I was so happy that she wanted to have a “date” with me that I could hardly sleep that night.

We went to the grocery store and I insisted on paying for everything, which was a lot of money for a kid who only earns money by mowing the neighbors’ lawns. We bought some sandwiches and chips and soda and then Brigid drove us way out into the country, into the woods, to a little park I’d never been to before. She laid a blanket on the ground and we sat on it and ate our picnic. I was really, really happy.

Afterwards we went for a walk in the woods, there were a bunch of nice little paths that just kept going and going and pretty soon I thought maybe we were lost, but I didn’t care, being lost in the woods with Brigid was the best thing I could think would ever happen to me. Eventually we sat down on a log by the path and Brigid turned her face towards me and looked at me, sort of expectantly. I had a feeling that she wanted me to kiss her, but I was so nervous I couldn’t really do it.

She laughed. “You are funny!”

“What?”

“All the other guys I’ve dated would be all over me right now. We’d probably be having sex by now! But you, I can’t even get you to kiss me!”

I tried to smile but I’m sure I just looked embarrassed.

“Oh, come on,” she said. “I’m just teasing you. Here…” She took one of my hands and put it around her waist. “There. Now…” She turned her face back towards me and closed her eyes.

I knew what I had to do and even though I was literally shaking with nervousness, I leaned in and kissed her. At first I just put my lips against hers, but then I remembered the big wet sloppy kisses she gave me that night at her house and I really wanted those kinds of kisses again, so I opened my lips a bit, and she opened hers, and I pushed my tongue in. “There you go,” she said, her lips right up against mine, and then she opened her mouth again and I slipped my tongue in. She tasted so beautiful! I could kiss her all day long.

But, I had a feeling she wanted me to do more than just kiss her. I could tell. And what I wanted probably more than anything in the whole wide world was to touch her beautiful tits. It took all the nerve that I could muster, but I finally let my hand move slowly up from her waist, up until it grazed against the bottom of her bra.

Then I opened my fingers and wrapped them around her big, wonderful breast. I squeezed it for a little while as we continued to kiss; then she broke our kiss and gave me a sweet smile and reached her hand up and unbuttoned the first couple of buttons on her blouse, until her bra was exposed, then she slipped her hand under her bra cup and pulled her breast out.

I wrapped my fingers around her sweet, wonderful, warm, soft, round, plump… OK, maybe that’s enough of the descriptive text, but for me there was just no way to even begin describing how wonderful it was to be squeezing her bare breast. I was totally and completely and madly in love with Brigid’s big pillowy womanly breasts. As I squeezed, I pulled it out of her shirt completely so that I could look at it and I just sat there, squeezing and staring. It was so pale, so creamy-white, so round and fat and womanly. I lifted it up so I could look at her nipple, her big, wide, dark areola that completely covered the top of her breast, a handful of pale little goosebumps rising gently from the dark flesh, and her big, thick, stiff teat, standing up more than a half an inch above her breast and at least a half-inch across as well, the very top of the erect nub covered in strange little bumps and a tiny little dimple in the very center.

I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth. All I wanted to do was to suck, forever and ever. She put her hand on the back of my head, cradling me to her breast, then reached up with her other hand and slipped her other breast out of its cup, and I moved over and latched onto that nipple as well. When I finally, reluctantly, pulled away from her nipple, my mouth was tingling wonderfully from having suckled for so long.

She stood up, kicked her shoes off, and pulled her pants down, and then her panties.

I was overwhelmed with excitement. I get to have sex again! I get pussy again! It is a feeling I still love, that excitement you get when you know the woman is going to spread her legs and let you in. Pussy! I get pussy! I still get that same feeling now, even though I’ve been married for over a decade, every time I realize I’m going to get to sink my cock into my dear wife’s wonderful cunt.

She laid her pants down on the ground and sat down on them, then laid back and spread her legs wide open.

I fell instantly in love with her pussy. She had a lot of hair–women didn’t shave much in those days–and for me, that was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her vagina was red and open, letting me look into the dark strangeness inside her, and her lips, I know now, were quite large compared to most women’s, unfolding out of her vagina like petals of some sort of rare and wonderful tropical flower. They looked so beautiful to me, so strange, like nothing I’ve ever seen, dark pink and wet and luscious.

I immediately pulled my pants off and climbed on top of her. I wanted so badly to have my penis in between those beautiful pussy lips again! “Wait a sec,” she said, pushing me gently back. “I went down on you last time, don’t you think you owe me?”

I honestly had no idea what she was talking about. At that point in my life, I don’t think I’d ever heard about a guy doing that to a girl.

I must have looked confused, because she laughed. “Kiss my pussy, silly!” she said.

I swear to you, I almost creamed when she said that. I may have never heard of it before, but it sounded like the most wonderful thing in the world to me.

I dove right down and planted my lips right on hers and kissed them, and kissed them again, and her large labia opened and wrapped around my mouth and I pushed my lips in, kissing inside her, my mouth and my chin soaking wet from her labia enfolding around them. She tasted so wonderful, sharp and salty and sexy. I swear I was about to orgasm right then, just from tasting her. This was the first time I’d tasted pussy and I was in absolute lustful heaven. I’ve never been able to get enough of that taste, ever since. It’s been a love affair with pussy ever since.

“Oh yeah!” she said, loud and breathy, and she put her hands on my head and I kissed and kissed, pushing my mouth as deep into her as I could, the wet folds of her labia spreading around my cheeks and my chin. As I lay there with her vagina wide open and lips wrapped around my face, I knew then that Brigid’s pussy was my favorite thing in the whole wide world.

“Oh yeah!” she said loudly again, lifting her legs up in the air. “Your tongue! Put your tongue inside me!”

And I stuck my tongue out, just as far as I could, sliding it as deep as I could into her vaginal canal.

“Oh yeah! Fuck me with your tongue!”

Her legs were shaking as she grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me away from her pussy. She was looking down at me, her face very, very red. “Oh, god,” she said, “I need you to put your cock in me, right now. I need you to fuck me with your big fat cock!”

My heart was racing as I climbed up as quickly as I could and my cock slid right in. Even though I was completely inexperienced in the art of mounting a woman, there was no way I could have missed the mark; her labia were splayed wide open, the sluttiest pussy lips the world have ever seen, and they directed me right into her. She was already sopping wet and I was balls deep in one stroke.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, arching her back and leaning her head back. “Fuck me, David! Make me your little whore!”

I was overcome with lust and I just started slamming in and out of her. “Oh, yeah, there you go!” Her pussy was completely wet and completely wide open, and I learned the wonderful joy of fucking a soaking wet slutty cunt that afternoon. My balls were sticky with her come and hammering against her, slapping her on the ass each time I slammed in. I’d never even imagined the wonderful way my balls would feel as they swung happily back and forth, dripping with her come and thumping hard against her.

Even though I’d only been fucking her for maybe a couple of minutes, I was already on the brink, and she knew it. She smiled up at me, her face red, her hair matted. “You’re so beautiful,” she said, more softly now, “you’re such a big strong beautiful man. Please fill me with your come.”

Those words put me over the edge and I slammed into her has hard as I could, harder than I had before, and I held myself inside her as my orgasm began, as my come fired down my cock and then shot out, thick and hard, directly into her womb. I reared back and slammed in again, my poor balls swinging back and slapping her again, aching now from hitting against her so hard so many times, and I unloaded a second shot.

I came for quite a while, four or five huge shots filling her completely. Then I pulled out and sat up on my knees, my cock tingling that wonderful way it does, my balls aching.

“Oh my god,” she said, “that was fantastic.”

I sat on my knees looking down at her. I could see my come leaking out of her pussy. She reached down and wetted her fingers with my come and twirled it over her clitoris a few times, her legs shaking.

Brigid and I were a couple after that, at least secretly. We did all sorts of romantic things–going to the carnival, to the movies, making dinner together. She really showed me how wonderful it could be to have a girlfriend that was more than just a girlfriend. She was my soul mate. It was a very long time before I found another woman that I was as close to as Brigid, and, lucky for me, that woman became my wife.

But the sex. Oh my god the sex. My wife is a fine little lay in her own right and I am madly in love with her little pussy, but in all my experience I have never met a woman who liked sex as much as Brigid did. A few weeks into our love affair, her parents went on a cruise in the Bahamas and we had her house to ourselves and we made love every night and often during the day as well, sucking and fucking for hours. Luckily my dad was so into his girlfriend that he hardly noticed that I was gone.

I went down on her as often as I could and learned so much about the strange anatomy of a woman, discovering the joy of teasing her clit with my tongue, and luxuriating in that wonderful taste of a woman’s fine pussy. And she sucked me quite often as well. She loved having a cock in her mouth almost as much as she loved having one in her pussy. But the best of all for me, and for her too I think, was when my cock would slide into the warm wetness of her womanhood, those fantastic labia of hers wrapping around the base of my cock and giving my scrotum a big wet loving kiss. And then she would talk dirty, she loved to talk dirty, “Fuck me with your big fat cock, make me your little whore.” And then we would rock together as long as we possibly could until I would finally, gloriously, come and come and come, firing my semen into her. Oh, yeah, the sex was good.

After she left for college again that fall, she landed herself a fine young man around her age. She came back over Christmas break and we went out for dinner, but she told me that she didn’t want to cheat on her new boyfriend, and I was very sad about it at the time, but I understood. She wound up marrying the lucky bastard a few years later and I was very happy for her, and very happy that I had the chance to have such a fantastic relationship with her, way back in that wonderful summer when I was twelve years old.