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   MRWADE.201 BY MASTER WADE

   Pussy

   Janie stared at the note on the refrigerator door.  "Pussy:

   Please pick up some more barbeque sauce at the store when you shop

   next.  Thanks, Paul."

   She shook her head with frustration.  Pussy.  That's all he'd

   been calling her lately.  Pussy this, pussy that.  She'd tried to

   tell him that she didn't appreciate it, and all he had said was

   that she WAS his pussy.  Bastard!  She was more than pussy, and if

   he didn't know that...well, he should, anyway.

   Janie took the note off the door and tossed it in the

   wastebasket.  Perhaps her morning bike ride would clear her mind a

   bit and take away some of her frustration.

   As Janie pedaled up the long hill away from the home she and

   Paul had shared for the last five years, she found it difficult to

   get Paul's note out of her mind.  Pussy.  It even made her more

   aware of the bike seat pressing against her, and in spite of her

   anger with him, she found herself growing wet as her legs moved and

   her sex rubbed against the slim seat.

   I don't need this, she thought to herself.  I don't need to

   focus on my pussy ALL the time, for crying out loud!  When it gets

   to the point that all *I* can think about all day long is pussy,

   he's gone too far.

   Returning home from her ride, Janie stripped the wet panties

   off and took her morning shower.  Even showering she kept seeing

   the word "pussy" in her mind, and she found herself washing that

   part of her body more diligently.  The pulsating water from the

   shower head worked at her sex and the word kept flashing in her

   mind, over and over.  Damn him!

   Stepping from the shower and drying herself off, Janie stood

   in front of the full length mirror and held herself apart, looking

   at her sex.  What was it about pussy that captivated him so?  He

   loved to have sex with her, of course, but all men loved sex.

   Paul's obsession was more direct than that.  It focused on her

   pussy, not just for fucking, but almost, it seemed, just because it

   was there.

   Janie held the lips apart, realizing that they were swollen

   slightly with arousal.  Her inner lips were pink and her little

   clitoral nub was hard.  She grazed it with her fingertip and felt

   a rush of pleasure run through her body.  Bending her head, Janie

   watched her fingers playing at her sex.  She moved her hips slowly,

   working them in a small circle as she rubbed herself.

   Moving her thumb to her clitoris, Janie put one finger between

   her lips and felt the slick juices which were accumulating there.

   She moved her finger slightly and felt the lubrication encouraging

   her finger to enter more deeply.  Moving just the tip of her finger

   back and forth, the pad of her finger flat against the opening of

   her hole, Janie patted the little hole, making the juices flow even

   more rapidly.

   Raising her head and looking into the mirror again, Janie

   watched the girl in the mirror playing with herself.  The girl was

   nude, little bits of moisture still clinging to her body.  Her

   breasts were full and the nipples stiff with arousal.  She watched

   as the girl bent her knees slightly and pushed one long digit into

   her sex, working it all the way inside herself.  The girl moaned

   and slid the finger back out of her pussy.  She watched as she

   moved her hand to her face.  She watched as the girl put the juice

   covered finger into her mouth and sucked the juice from it

   hungrily.

   Paul looked at his watch.  He was going to be late for work,

   but, luckily, he had no one to answer to for that but himself.  He

   wanted to surprise Janie with a gift, and a bit of shopping was his

   first priority.

   Laying his selections on the counter, Paul felt a rush of

   nervous excitement hit him as the attractive salesgirl began

   ringing up his purchases.

   "Your wife is very fortunate," she said, smiling at him.  "I

   wish my boyfriend would buy lingerie for me."

   Paul blushed slightly at the girl's remarks.  Perhaps it was

   a bit of overkill to buy six or eight pairs of panties at a time,

   but then maybe not.  This girl seemed to approve, at least.

   "My wife is very beautiful, and I love to buy her clothes," he

   said.  "Especially lingerie."

   "Well, I'm sure she will appreciate it," she replied.

   "Is there any way that I could have this wrapped and delivered

   to my home?", Paul asked, glancing at his watch again.

   "We can certainly gift wrap them for you," she replied, "but

   we don't normally deliver, Sir.  I'm sorry."

   "I understand," Paul replied.  "We don't live far from here,

   but it's the opposite way from my office.  Still, it won't take me

   long to run them back home."

   "Well...I have to take care of some personal matters in about

   an hour," the salesgirl said, thinking, "I suppose I could run the

   package by your house then, if you like.  It sounds like it

   wouldn't be out of my way very much to do that."

   Paul told the salesgirl where he lived and thanked her for her

   willingness to help him out.  Asking for a card to go with the

   package and recieving it, Paul wrote a short note on it.  Then

   paying the girl and giving her a generous tip for delivering the

   package for him, he left his gift in her hands.

   Later on that morning, just before starting her car, curiosity

   got the best of the salesgirl and she looked at the card she had

   taped to the top of the wrapped gift.

   "Pussy:," the card read, "I can't touch you all day long like

   these can, but I wish I could.  Love, Paul."

   Chuckling to herself, the girl tossed the package into the

   front seat next to her and pulled from her parking space.  Pussy.

   That was a cute note.  And eight pair of panties!  This man's wife

   must be something else!

   Carol Winthrop had been working in the lingerie department for

   almost three years now, and while she wouldn't freely admit it to

   anyone, she found it exciting to see members of her own sex buying

   sexy lingerie.  No one, not even her boyfriend, knew how often she

   pictured the shoppers in the lingerie they bought, or how much it

   aroused her to do so.  She had never been with a woman before, but

   she had certainly met many women that she would have gladly made

   love to...at least she thought she would like it.  She wished she

   knew for sure.  Pussy.  He called her pussy.  Interesting.

   Janie was surprised by the ringing doorbell.  She had worked

   herself into a frenzy, fingering her little pussy before the

   mirror, and was on the verge of her orgasm.  She was too close to

   stop, and she worked her fingers faster, taking herself quickly and

   explosively over the edge.  Still panting, Janie slid her fingers

   out of herself and slipped on the short robe that hung on the back

   of the bedroom door.  She ran a comb through her still-wet hair

   quickly and got to the door just as it was ringing for the second

   time.  She peeked through the small windows along the side of the

   door.  Thank goodness it was a woman.

   Carol immediately recognized the woman who opened the door,

   even though she had never seen her with wet hair or wearing a robe.

   She was one of the customers that Carol had often watched with

   pleasure as she made her purchases.  She had often envied her slim

   legs and tight ass, and she let her eyes quickly take in the view

   below the short robe.

   "Hi," Carol said, smiling.  "Your husband was in this morning

   and I volunteered to deliver this package for him, since I was

   coming this way on some personal business."

   "That was very nice of you.  Thanks!", Janie replied, taking

   the package from Carol.  "I'm afraid my husband expects too much of

   people sometimes, but it was very nice of you to offer to deliver

   it for him."

   "I didn't mind at all.  You've been in often, but we've never

   really met.  My name is Carol," she said, extending her hand.

   "I'm Janie, Carol.  It's nice to meet you."

   "Oh...there was a card with that," Carol said, realizing that

   the note had somehow become unattached from the package.  "Let me

   look in the car.  It must have slipped off."

   "Okay...thanks," Janie replied, leaving the door open and

   stepping back into the foyer.  She lay the package on the table

   which stood in front of the mirrored foyer wall and opened it while

   she waited for Carol to return with the card.  She was going

   through its contents when Carol walked through the door.

   "Eight pair of panties.  Can you imagine that?", Janie said,

   shaking her head.  "He's sweet, but honestly...if he buys me any

   more panties, I'll have to buy a new chest to put them all in.

   What a nut that man is!"

   Carol smiled, handing Janie the note.  Now that she knew who

   the recipient of the gift was, Carol could understand the gift.

   She only wished she had tossed in a few pair herself before

   wrapping them.  She watched as Janie read the note.

   Janie shook her head.  "Did you read this?", she asked.

   "No," Carol lied, as Janie handed the note to her.

   "He calls me Pussy.  The man gives me gifts of panties and

   then calls me pussy.  I don't know what I'm going to do with him!"

   Carol smiled and read the note over again.  "Ohhh...that's

   sweet.  He appears to be a man who appreciates you."

   Janie smirked.  "Well, at least he appreciates PART of me.

   Look...why don't you have a cup of coffee.  If you have time, I

   mean.  It really is nice of you to go out of your way like this."

   "It isn't really out of my way, but I would like the coffee,

   thanks," Carol said, closing the door behind her.  Just being alone

   with Janie was exciting for Carol, and there was no where else she

   would rather be at the moment.

   Janie showed Carol into the living room and to a seat on the

   L shaped couch.  Perhaps I am being a bit hard on Paul, Janie

   thought to herself as she entered the kitchen to fix Carol's

   coffee.  It WAS nice to be remembered with a gift, even one so

   blatantly sexual.

   Returning to the living room, Janie set Carol's coffee on the

   table in front of the couch.  The salesgirl was an attractive young

   woman, and Janie had been struck by the deep blue of her eyes and

   the deep dimples that formed in her cheeks when she smiled.  It was

   nice to have company.  She sat next to her, crossing her legs, the

   robe parting to reveal generous portions of her upper thighs.

   As they sipped their coffees, Carol found it increasingly

   difficult not to stare at Janie's legs.  The note's contents kept

   running through her mind.  She wondered what Janie's pussy was

   like, and if there was something unique about it that caused her

   husband's obsession with it.

   Janie caught Carol looking at her legs during their

   conversation on more than one occasion, but for some reason that

   she didn't fully understand was not offended by it.  In fact, she

   purposely chose not to pull the robe over them, finding it exciting

   to be looked at in that way by the young salesgirl.

   "You know," Carol said at one point in their discussion, "when

   I was in college there was a girl who lived on my hall in the dorm

   who used to call me `Tits' all the time.  At the time I was

   offended by it, because I was a bit self-concious about my size.

   But there was a part of me that appreciated it too.  I guess you

   feel that way about your husband and what he calls you."

   "Yes, I guess so.  But at least in your case it was a girl who

   called you that.  With Paul it's as if that's all he sees me as."

   "Well, I later learned that this girl was bisexual, so I guess

   it was pretty much the same thing.  She was coming on to me, but I

   didn't realize it at time."

   "How did it make you feel when you realized she was coming on

   to you?  I've never had that happen to me, but I've always wondered

   what it would feel like," Janie said.

   "Just between us, it felt pretty good.  I mean, she was an

   attractive girl, and the idea of being with her was certainly not

   unappealing to me.  But by the time I figured that all out she was

   involved with another girl in the dorm, so nothing ever came of

   it."

   "So you've never experienced that?  Being with another woman,

   I mean?"

   "No, but I have thought of it often.  Especially since I work

   in the lingerie department.  There are lots of beautiful women who

   come in there.  I hope you don't mind my saying that, since you're

   one of our customers.  Please don't tell anyone.  I might lose my

   job over something like that."

   Janie's mind was racing.  All this constant talk about pussy

   over the last few weeks must have gotten to her.  Hearing Carol

   talk about bisexual females was exciting her.

   "No...I would never tell anyone, and I certainly don't mind.

   I have to admit that I've had some similar fantasies before myself,

   but it isn't the easiest fantasy in the world to make a reality."

   "Janie...I can't stay very much longer, but I wonder if you

   would do me a favor before I go?", Carol asked, setting her coffee

   cup on the table.

   "Sure.  What is it?", Janie replied, putting her cup next to

   Carol's.

   "Would you model the panties he picked out for you?  I'd enjoy

   seeing them on you.  I sell lots of them, but I never get to see

   what they look like on anyone.  Would you mind?  Please?"

   Janie swallowed hard, the word pussy flickering across her

   mind like movie titles on the big screen.  Without saying a word

   she reached into the white box and took one pair of the panties

   from it.  She removed the price tag and slipped her feet through

   the leg openings one at a time.  The thought struck her that she

   was admitting that she didn't previously have panties on, but then

   what would anyone expect of someone who was wearing a robe and

   whose hair was wet?

   Carol watched the attractive brunette sliding the silky

   panties up her legs.  The robe fell away as her hands moved higher,

   and she caught a glimpse of Janie's pubic hair as she pulled the

   french cut panties into place.

   Janie stood and pulled back the robe so that Carol could look

   at her.  She felt a rush of excitement run through her as she

   displayed the lower half of her body to another woman's eager gaze.

   "Turn around?", Carol asked, unconciously licking her lips.

   Janie turned slowly in front of her, raising the robe in back,

   showing her how the fabric fit tightly against the cheeks of her

   ass.  There were goosebumps forming on Janie's thighs, and Carol

   knew she was excited by her actions.

   "Just take the robe off, Janie.  It gets in the way, and I

   won't tell anyone."

   Janie looked deeply into Carol's eyes as she faced her again

   and untied the cord which was wrapped across her waist.  She

   slipped the robe off, tossing it on the couch.  She felt her

   nipples harden and thought of Carol's friend calling her `Tits'.

   Self-consiously, Janie turned her back to Carol and slipped the

   panties off.  Bending to remove them, she realized that her actions

   were exposing her pussy to Carol, and the word shouted itself again

   in her mind: Pussy, pussy, pussy.

   "You have a beautiful body," Carol said, the timbre of her

   voice reflecting her growing passion.

   "Thank you," Janie said, sliding the next pair of panties up

   her legs before turning to face the girl again.  She slowly turned

   in a circle, letting Carol see the panties on her from all angles.

   This time she stopped when she was facing Carol and she slid the

   panties off, aware of Carol's gaze on her crotch as she removed

   them.

   When she turned once more, this time wearing a tiny pair of

   light blue panties, Carol stopped her when her back was to her.

   "Stop there, pussy," she said, her voice almost a whisper, the

   word pussy hanging in the air between them.  "Stop there and bend

   over for me.  Let me see."

   Janie closed her eyes tightly, that word and the fact that

   Carol had called her that running through her mind and making her

   quiver to the point that she was shaking.  She bent over, as asked,

   showing her panty covered ass and pubis to the other woman.

   "Now, don't straighten up, pussy," Carol said, her own voice

   trembling, "but pull the panties down half-way.  Just stop before

   you get to your knees and let them hang there.  Show me."

   Janie reached to her waist, still bending over, and slid the

   panties down as requested.  She felt new moisture forming on her

   pussy lips and she could hear Carol's breath coming heavily to her.

   She couldn't see her doing it, but she knew that Carol was staring

   at her sex.  She had called her "pussy" again.

   Carol was so hot she could hardly trust herself to speak

   again.  She slipped from the couch to her knees and moved behind the

   bent over Janie.  She placed her hands on Janie's naked thighs and

   moved her face closer to the object of her desire.  Sliding her

   tongue between her lips, Carol wiped it at Janie's sex, licking the

   exposed and wet pussy that the married woman was so generously

   offering her.

   Janie felt a jolt of electric passion course through her body

   as she felt Carol touching her legs.  She knew what was coming, but

   when the salesgirl's tongue finally touched her pussy she almost

   lost total control of herself.  Her head flew up, her mouth

   opening, and she totally surrendered to the desire that was running

   rampant through her.

   "I love your pussy," Carol said hotly, licking at Janie's sex

   as if it were a cone of ice cream.  "Open your legs wider, pussy,"

   she said, pushing against the insides of Janie's thighs with both

   hands.

   Janie moved her feet apart, feeling the panties tugging at her

   thighs as she stretched them between her opened legs.  She felt

   Carol's tongue slide through her wet lips, past her pussy and

   across her anus.  She shuddered and moaned as Carol's tongue moved

   back along its previous path.

   Carol bent her neck back, trying to reach Janie's clitoris so

   that she could suck it, but the position was awkward.  She pressed

   her nose more tightly into Janie's crack as she searched for clit,

   and felt the tip of it pushing against the married woman's asshole,

   wet pussy lips spreading now against her mouth, juices hot and wet

   coating her tongue and face.

   Janie's mental opening screen was playing itself over and over

   now: Pussy...pussy...pussy...pussy, and she reached for her

   breasts, pinching her nipples tightly as the girl behind her

   pressed her mouth against her bottom.

   "Yes, Tits...eat my pussy!", she cried out, hotly.  "That's

   what I am, you know...I'm pussy, pussy for you, pussy for Paul,

   pussy for myself...pussy, pussy, pussy!" Her hips jerked hotly as

   she began fucking them, lost in a lewdly explosive world of naughty

   passion that she had never known before.

   Carol gulped, swallowing the juice as rapidly as she could,

   moving her hands to her blouse where she worked the buttons of her

   blouse with nervous fingers.  Opening it, she unclasped her bra,

   feeling her heavy tits spring forward.

   "Turn around, Pussy," she said, as she moved onto her back,

   supporting herself by her hands.  She arched her back, her tits

   pushing upward into the air, her nipples long and hard.

   Janie turned around and straddled Carol's head, feeling her

   bend her neck back so that she could move her lips to the swollen

   and throbbing clitoris at the top of her pussy.  She bent her knees

   and pushed her sex at the girl's face, bending forward to pull her

   skirt up around her waist, so that she could see the salesgirl's

   panties.  Moving her hands to Carol's breasts, Janie began pulling

   at her nipples, pinching them roughly and pulling them away from

   her breasts.  She hunched at Carol's face, fucking her juicy wet

   pussy against her lips, chin and nose.

   Carol licked hotly at the moving pussy, loving the smell and

   taste of the other woman.  She spread her legs and moved her ass,

   her panty covered sex pushing upward into the air, making lewd

   fucking movements, showing Janie how hot she was, how much she

   needed something inside her.

   Overwhelmed with desire, Janie fell to her knees, pushing

   Carol onto her back, her pussy shoved against her face.  Supporting

   herself on one elbow, she pulled the crotch of Carol's panties to

   the side and covered her sex with her now hungry mouth, tasting the

   juice of another woman for the first time in her life.  Her senses

   were inflamed, her body quivering with excitement, as she continued

   to fuck Carol's face and drive her tongue into the wet pussy that

   now was hers.  The two girls were on fire with passion, hunching

   and licking, hunching and eating, driving pussy against face.

   They came together, their mutual desire spilling into one

   another, their bodies shaking, their voices whimpering the word

   over and over again, pussy..pussy...pussy.

   When it was over the two girls held each other, gently

   exploring their mouths with hungry kisses.  They talked some more,

   sharing with each other the excitement and joy they had felt in

   giving each other so much pleasure.  Before she left, Carol agreed

   to come back that evening, after she got off work.

   When Paul arrived home that evening, he was greeted by a note

   attached to the front door.

   "Paul: Thank you so very much for the wonderful gift you had

   delivered this morning.  I have a special treat for you to thank

   you for being so wonderful.  You'll find us in the bedroom.  Love,

   Pussy."

   The End

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