Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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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