I suspect that everyone thinks the first pussy he or she saw to do something with was a perfect one. Aren't they all? I am sure my first one was, although I can't really remember it, but I do remember her name. I can't say that about all the others, but theirs were also perfect. It is a very subjective matter. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, as the saying has it, whereby "bird" and "bush" should not be misinterpreted, or maybe they could be. If one only saw the bush, that "bush," one couldn't have an opinion about what it concealed. Don't let that upset your hearing or using the saying.
Maybe I was just lucky, certainly not being discriminating when I saw the ones I have seen. I have since discovered that there are pussies that I find less attractive - on internet, of course. Maybe, however, others find them especially attractive. It is all very subjective. The girls, women displaying them seem to be pleased with their own, and the numbers of clicks and the ratings on such images suggest that other persons like them.
"De gustibus non est disputandum." There is no accounting for taste, a good reason to avoid trying to describe my ideal of the perfect pussy and to move on to penises.
I don't have much experience with seeing them. Oh, I have seen washrooms full of them, but not like I mean for here.
Opinions about the perfect penis have to left the girls and to men who enjoy each other's, but I will stick with the girls, older ones with more experience, and let them discuss the subject. They can remain nameless, just two young women conversing. They obviously know each other well and know that they both have seen enough different ones not to be shy about talking about them. I rather assume that they have also had a couple of drinks and a sipping another one.
"What did you ask me?"
"About men's, you know, their whatever you want to call them."
"About their ... dicks, cocks, peters, willies, their penises?"
"Yeah."
"And what did you want know?"
"Do you like some better than others?"
"If the guy knows how to use it."
"Yeah, well, of course. If he doesn't, then it doesn't matter what he has."
"It sure doesn't, and if he does, then it doesn't matter much either."
"True. Oh, in a store for anglers, I saw a t-shirt with 'It's not how deep you fish, it's how you wiggle your worm.'"
"Hm-hmm! It sure is, and not just how fat the worm is, but I - I'm a pisces - as a fish, I want it to wiggle a little deeper, be able to wiggle a little deeper, before I'll bite."
"Hmmm! Of course, so do I. Oh, you like to bite it?"
"Don't you?"
"And then it shouldn't be too fat."
"No, I had one like that, a strain on my jaw."
"I wouldn't have, even elsewhere, told him to find someone who already had kids."
"Got to preserve our tight pussies. I'll try to think of that the next time."
"So you let him?"
"Yeah, almost like the first time, hurt a little."
"So one like that you don't like?"
"I guess not. What kind do you like?"
"I wasn't really thinking about that, size and length, but I guess that's part of it."
"Of course it is. What else could make a difference?"
"I got myself into this, I guess. Well, I want to be able to feel the ridge around the head of his penis rubbing, not like one once, whose head was smaller than his shaft."
"Oh yeah, of course. That too fat one was like that."
"You should have known better, if you already knew that."
