Subject: The Favor
Keywords: mf ff group heavy dom trans
X-Moderator-Review: 6: playful, tame piece

                                The Favor

     David nervously banged on the door of his aparment  235,  the
dwelling of his neighbor and casual friend,  Anita Dobbson.  Every
few seconds,  he glanced at his watch, drumming his fingers on the
doorframe and feeling generally antsy.
     "David,"  came the warm, puzzled response as Anita opened the
door.  She was curious not only as to his nervous manner, but also
regarding the fact that it was after eight in the evening,  and he
was  wearing a 3-piece business suit.   "What can I do  for  you?"
     "Anita,  you're going to think I'm a bastard,  and I am prone
to  agree,  but I need a favor from you,  and it's like  life  and
death."
     "What's wrong?" she asked,  brushing her medium-length  brown
hair away from her pretty, petite face.
     "It's like this.   There's this big,  big project that's been
going on at work,  and the first big part of it absolutely  do-or-
die has to be ready first thing in the morning.   A buddy of  mine
at work has been doing most of the work on it, and he was going to
bring  some disks by my place later tonight,  so I can put in  the
mods that I need to put in.
     "Of course,  that sounds too easy.   I just got a phone  call
from my boss, and she's having dinner with the clients, and I have
to be there as her toady,  so I can answer technical questions for
the people.   Of course,  this means I can't be around to get  the
disks  I need from Kevin,  so I sort of told Kevin that  he  could
leave them with you."
     "Damn it,  David," Anita sighed,  sounding more annoyed  than
actually angry.   "I was going out tonight to see a band I  really
like.   I understand it's an important thing for you,  and I don't
mind  missing the show to help a friend,  but it's  really  damned
rude  for you to do this sort of thing without asking me about  it
first."
     "Oh God,  Anita,  thank you so much.   I know I'm being awful
about  this,  but I'm running around like a chicken with its  head
cut off trying to get ready for dinner, and I'm just trying to get
all of this taken care of.   I am so indebted to you that it's not
even funny."
     "I certainly hope so," Anita joked.   "I have just the  thing
in  mind,  too.   I  won't hold you up  right  now,  since  you're
obviously in a hurry,  but could you stop by my apartment tomorrow
morning before work?"
     "Certainly.   Thank you so much,  and I have to run,  and you
are  such a wonderful person."  As David hustled down the hall  to
meet his dinner engagement,  Anita nodded her head and let out  an
exasperted sigh.
                               ----
     The  next morning,  Anita opened the door to greet  a  neatly
groomed,  albeit bleary-eyed,  David.  It was obvious he had had a
long  night finishing his project,  but his eyes still  seemed  to
light up,  almost imperceptibly, when they gazed upon Anita in her
short yellow silk kimono,  which covered only about a third of her
thighs.   As  she raised a coffee cup to her lips (upon which  was
emblazoned "My sister went to the gift shop and all I got was this
crummy mug"),  David politely tried to ignore the matching  yellow
lace bra which was visible through the loosely tied Kimono.
     "Please,  come  in,"  she  invited.   "Would  you  like  some
coffee?"
     "No  thanks," he answered politely.   "I'm quite  partial  to
Mountain Dew in the morning,  and I've got one in my briefcase for
the drive to work."
     "Okay,"  she answered,  with an expectant half-smile,  as  if
waiting for him to say something.
     "And,  uh, I don't mean to be rude, but I can only stay for a
few minutes.  I've got to get to work."
     "That's fine.   I just need to show you something.  Come on."
She  turned her back and lead David to her bedroom at the far  end
of  the apartment,  wordlessly opening the top drawer of her  wide
oak  dresser and inviting David to inspect the contents.   He  was
unsure to react when he peered into the drawer,  only to  discover
it was filled with all manner of lingerie.
     "Pick  a  pair you like," she  invited  calmly,  running  her
fingers  across  a  stack  of  silk  panties.    Nervously,  David
inspected the various items in the drawer,  trying to refrain from
looking either nervous or aroused.  Anita managed a perfectly calm
air,  peering over David's shoulder,  carressing his shoulders and
back lightly with one hand.
     David  was positively speechless!   Anita was supposed to  be
_mad_ at him!   He paused for a moment over a pair of black,  lace
see-through  panties  with a thong back,  but then  continued  his
inspection.   There was no question that he was interested in  the
task  put before him,  but he wanted to refrain from  seeming  too
overbearing or zealous.   He finally settled on a pair of  bikini-
cut pink satin panties with slight ornamental ruffles, and a heart
pattern  tastefully  embroidered upon the  front.   He  wordlessly
presented them for Anita's inspection.
     "Not  a bad choice," she remarked,  taking the  garment  from
David  and carressing her cheek with it.   "And do you  know  what
we're going to do with these?",  she asked slowly and seductively,
using  her  free hand to reach behind David and  touch  his  inner
thigh.
     "I have some ideas, but you've been supremely successful thus
far in surprising me, so I won't try to second-guess you."
     "Okay,"  she  instructed,  tracing  her  long-fingered  hands
across David's face,  "now this is very simple on your part.  Just
close  your eyes,  and you'll have a nice little  surprise."   She
narrowed  her  own long-lashed eyes to a sexy slit as  she  spoke,
tantalizingly ennunciating each syllable.
     Eagerly, David followed Anita's instructions, and immediately
she began removing his suit jacket,  followed by his tie.   As his
shirt buttons were slowly undone, Anita's bare leg lightly brushed
against his calf,  sending a warm electric tingle all through  his
body.
     When  his  shirt was removed,  and after Anita had  paused  a
moment  to run her fingers across the moderate amounts of hair  on
David's chest,  she began to unbuckle her neighbor's belt and undo
his  zipper.   His  nervousness and surprise had kept  David  from
developing  an erection previous to this,  but the moment  Anita's
long-nailed fingers began lightly massaging his crotch,  the  well
of blood caused an enormous protrusion to develop in seconds.
     "I  take it you like the surprise thus far," Anita  commented
rhetorically.   David  responded with naught but a barely  audible
moan  and an enthusiastic nod.   "Don't worry,  it  gets  better."
Anita pulled down David's slacks and jockey shorts with one smooth
motion,  allowing his now rock-hard member to spring free into the
air.   Oh hell,  David thought, I'm going to be late for work, and
the boss is going to chew me out until my head spins,  and I don't
even care.
     Anita  fell  to her knees and undid David's shoes  and  socks
before removing his pants, accompanying this action with a sensual
tickle  to  the  sole of each foot.   When she  had  him  standing
completely naked,  she spent a few seconds casually carressing his
bare flesh, walking about him to study all angles.
     "Now," she instructed,  cradling her chin in one hand,  as if
deep in thought,  "please raise one of your feet a few inches  off
the   ground."    David's  eyes  were   still   closed,   but   he
unhesitatingly  complied,  anxious  to find out what was  to  come
next.  He felt his ankle loosely wrapped with a cool, soft fabric.
"And now the other leg," Anita instructed.  He soon felt a similar
sensation about his other leg.   Much to disdain,  David  realized
what  was going on,  but decided to play along and keep  his  eyes
closed  as  Anita  pulled this mysterious  fabric  up  around  her
friend's waist.
     "You  can open your eyes now," Anita  announced,  after  some
fifteen seconds of nervous silence.   David looked down,  and with
embarrasement,  realized  he  had been dressed in  his  neighbor's
frilly pink panties.  Even worse, he realized that she held in her
hands a small instamatic camera, and wore the smuggest grin on her
face that David had ever seen in his life.
                               ***
     "Now  it's not what you think," Anita  announced,  raising  a
finger to interrupt David's impending outburst.  "I'm not going to
risk being brought up on blackmail charges.  You're my friend, and
what  I have in mind is a lot more fun."   Somehow,  this  worried
David even more.
     "Now  you're going to get dressed and go off to work  like  a
good  boy," she explained more warmly,  pressing her  petite  body
against David's torso,  playing with his hair as she  spoke,  "and
you'll have allllll day to think about how it feels to be  wearing
such a lovely, feminine pair of lacy, ruffled panties."  The soft,
syrupy voice which described these things made David's predicament
sound almost desirable;  this was unquestionably a different Anita
then  the  one  David knew from bumping into  in  the  halls,  and
swapping  jokes  with  at the cocktail parties  and  barbeques  he
occassionally hosted.
     "And if you'd like", Anita commented, "you can brag to all of
your  friends  that you're wearing sexier panties  than  _any_  of
them,  and you can even show them off.   But don't you _dare_ tell
them  where  you got them," she chided,  with a  playful  swat  to
David's  bottom,  "or  they'll  all  come  banging  on  my  door."
Although David felt foolish and humiliated,  he couldn't help  but
admit  there  _was_  an element of  excitement  present,  and  the
panties looked odd indeed with the raging bulge of his erection.
     "Now,"  Anita continued,  absentmindedly stroking his  member
through the soft satin,  "we have a couple of other points to  get
settled,  and  then  I'll send you on  your  way.   Question:  you
mentioned last night that your boss is female.  How do you usually
address her?"
     "Depending on her mood,  'Mrs.  Compton',  or simply 'Lynn'."
David was puzzled by his friend's question.
     "No,  far too informal."  After another quick swat to David's
behind,  Anita  stood  before  him,  carressing  herself  lightly,
bending  one leg and bringing the pointed toe to rest  seductively
to rest upon her other bare knee.   "When you look at me,  what do
you  see?" She used her best femme-fatale voice,  lightly  cupping
her small, firm breasts.  "'Master', or 'Mistress'?"
     David  jumped in surprise at the  question.   "Um,  you  look
every inch the 'Mistress' to me!"
     "Right  answer,  but  it's  Master  from  now  on!   Is  that
understood?"   Her  firm  voice fought  off  a  smirk,  and  David
complied as he accepted the hand which Anita stretched out for him
to kiss.   "And if I'm 'Master',  then you are?"  Anita was having
so much fun that it was next to impossible to suppress her giggles
and stay in character.
     "Uh, 'slave'?"
     "Very  good,  SLAVE",  she  barked,  feeling  a  particularly
thrilling tingle in her crotch,  which David secretly shared.   He
had always been intrigued by this sort of scenario, but had had no
previous experience outside of cliche handcuffed-to-the-bed games.
Anita,   although  having  been  involved  in  such  play  on  one
occassion,  was all the same a relative novice,  although one  who
was adapting to her role with natural ease.
     "Now,  slave,  you need to be given your instructions.  After
work  this evening,  you will return directly to  this  apartment.
You will not enter your own for any reason.  You get home about an
hour before me,  and in that time,  you will do the following: you
will  strip  down to your panties,  first of all.   Hang  up  your
clothes in my closet if you don't want them wrinkled.   Then,  you
will start dinner."  As David began to speak,  he was  interrupted
by Anita's next sentence.
     "And don't speak without permission!   As for dinner,  I will
leave  it up to you to decide what to cook,  but it  had  _better_
please  your Master!"  This was accompanied with a stern gaze  and
wagging finger.   "In the kitchen cabinet,  you will find a silver
tray.   While dinner is cooking,  you will retrieve this tray, and
place upon it a bottle of skin lotion,  the hairbrush which is  on
my bathroom sink,  and a chilled crystal glass of white wine.  You
will find the wine in the refrigerator.   The porcelain bowl under
the bathroom sink will be filled with warm water and placed at the
foot  of my lounge chair.   When I return home at 6:30,  you  will
greet  me  at the door on bended knees.   The wine had  better  be
chilled,  and the water warm.   Anything else is unacceptable.  Is
that all understood?"
     "Yes,  Master,"  David  replied with a nod of  his  head,  as
turned  on  as Anita by playing in character.   His  mind  was  so
overwhelmed by his current situation that he wasn't certain if  he
had remembered everything perfectly, but he would certainly do his
best to please his Master.
     "Very  good,  slave."  Anita dragged out this word as a  most
tantalizing  punctuation,  deliciously  enunciating  each  letter.
"Now,  before you may dress,  you must get down on your knees  and
bow  gratefully  to  your  Master."   Without  hestitation,  David
dropped  to  a  kneeling position and  prostrated  himself  before
Anita.   The movement caused his unique undergarment to twist  and
carress  him in a manner which took him a hair's breath away  from
orgasm then and there.   When he arose from his deep,  subservient
bow,  Anita  grabbed him lightly by his hair,  pulled him  to  his
feet,  and kissed him deeply and hungrily on the  lips,  thrusting
her sweet tongue into his mouth.
     "Now," she instructed,  sounded most flustered after breaking
a  minute-long kiss,  "my slave must dress himself and get off  to
work."   Anita had to get ready herself,  and knew that if  things
between  them continued for a moment more,  work simply would  not
happen for either of them.  Three minutes later, David hurried out
the door,  giving his friend a quick kiss goodbye,  still  utterly
disbelieving the situation he had fallen into.

     At quarter after six that night,  David was hurriedly running
around  his neighbor's kitchen,  putting the finishing touches  on
the spaghetti he was preparing.  He had spent all morning worrying
about  what to cook for Anita,  genuinely wanting to impress  her,
until he had remembered how much she raved about the spaghetti  he
concocted at his last dinner party.  Of course, he had to cut some
corners on the sauce in order to have the package ready to present
by the time Anita arrived home,  but he was making an effort to do
his  absolute best;  he had been able to slip out of work half  an
hour  early,  and  used the time to stop by  the  grocery,  arming
himself with fresh garlic, onions, and sausage for the sauce.  His
embarrasement  over  his apparel had faded,  although  he  allowed
himself  a good chuckle every time he walked past  a  mirror,  and
felt  positively absurd trying to toss a salad while clad in  pink
women's undergarments.  At least, David thought, she spared me the
bra.
     David  noticed it was almost half past the hour,  and made  a
detour to pour his Master's wine and fill the porcelain bowl  with
hot water.  She had made an explicit note as to the temperature of
these items, and David didn't intend to disappoint.
     As  soon as he had finished with the latter item,  his  pulse
quicked  as he heard the sound of footsteps approaching the  door.
Making  a final survey to be certain everything was in  order,  he
rushed  to the entrance of the apartment and fell to his knees  in
anticipation.
     "Welcome home,  Master," he offered with a servile bow of his
head, as Anita entered the door.
     "Thank you,  slave.  Light some candles and turn off the main
light."  Anita  ran her fingers  absentmindendly  through  David's
hair  as she passed him,  placed her purse on the floor,  and  sat
in the large chair on the far side of the room.
     "Now,  come  hither!"  she joked after he  had  adjusted  the
lighting  to her satisfaction,  clapping her hands  and  summoning
David to her side.   He crawled across the room,  taking his place
at her knee.
     "My feet are tired, slave, and after I soak them, they are to
be massaged to my satisfaction."
     "Yes, Master.  Thank you, Master."
     "Now.   Remove  my  shoes and stockings so it may  be  done."
David  undid  his Master's sling-backed  shoes,  and  kissed  each
stockinged  foot as he removed them;  the way her toes  curled  in
response  told him that he was not being unduly forward in such  a
gesture.
     Looking up a couple of feet,  David saw Anita pulling up  her
skirt to almost her waist, giving access to the garters at the top
of her stockings.   He noticed quite clearly that she was  wearing
the ultra-revealing black thong panties which he had lingered over
that morning.   What he had not seen that morning was the sizeable
quanity of pubic hair visible around the edges of the garment.
     "I saw you drooling over them," she commented,  almost as  if
reading  his  mind,  "and  I have to say I'm  just  a  little  bit
disappointed  you  didn't  go ahead  and  pick  them.   But,"  she
commented casually, "there's always next time."  He supressed both
a grin and a shudder at the thought.
     Reaching  up to unhook the stockings,  he slowly rolled  them
off  her  legs,  caressing every inch of her supple limbs  in  the
process.  When they were completely off, he slid the large bowl of
in  front  of  Anita's chair and presented her feet  to  the  warm
water.
     "Ah,  that's wonderful," she cooed,  closing her eyes.  "Now,
slave,  you  may brush my hair while I relax."   David  wordlessly
rose to his feet,  took the hairbrush from the nearby silver tray,
and began stroking Anita's soft hair with it.   Her hair may  have
not been long enough for maximum sensation,  but it felt wonderful
to  run  his fingers through,  and the scent of shampoo  from  the
morning  still barely lingered.   For a full  ten  minutes,  David
warmly   brushed  every  inch  of  hair  on  his  Master's   head,
occassionally  pausing  to kiss a fold of it,  or  run  it  softly
against his cheek.
     "So, slave," Anita at last interrupted.  "With what food have
you decided to pay me tribute?"
     "Spaghetti, oh Master."
     "Very good,  slave.  Anything else?"  Anita took a sip of her
wine as she awaited a reply.
     "There is a salad in the refrigerator,  Master,  if it  would
please you."
     "Very good.  Fetch it, and you may give me foot massage while
I  eat."  Her slave quickly obeyed.   On the one hand,  David  was
being driven mad in that he had not gotten the slightest relief of
his tensions since Anita had arrived home.  On the other hand, the
slow,  gradual progression was utterly  exhillerating.   Returning
from  the kitchen with a wooden bowl,  he fell to his knees  again
and offered it to Anita.
     "It  is wonderful to have a slave who can cook,  as  well  as
performing other duties," she joked,  tasting a bite of the tossed
salad.   "Those who have claimed a woman's role is in the kitchen,
barefoot and pregnant,  are quite backwards indeed.  Does my slave
agree?"
     "He  is dutifully barefoot," David joked.   Reminded  by  the
reference,  Anita  removed her toes from their soak and  presented
them to her slave.
     "You may rub my feet with lotion, slave, and if I am pleased,
you  will be permitted to massage my legs."  After drying  Anita's
feet,  David apprehended the bottle of skin lotion from his  side,
poured  some  of the cream onto his hand,  and rubbed  a  generous
amount  into each foot,  slathering it firmly into each  sole  and
heel,  and gently stroking and pulling upon each long,  lubricated
toe.  Anita's contented dining was interrupted only by occassional
soft,  spontaneous moans,  particularly when David applied a  firm
squeeze to either instep.
     "You  have proven yourself most able to serve  your  Master's
feet," Anita announced after perhaps fifteen minutes, "and you now
are to offer your talents to my legs,  after you bring me a  plate
of  spaghetti."  David hurriedly carried Anita's empty salad  bowl
to the kitchen, replacing it with a dish of hot pasta.  Garnishing
it with a dash of salt and parmesan, he presented it to her with a
humble bow, and resumed his place beneath her.
     "Very good, slave!" she announced, sounding genuinely pleased
as she sampled a bite.   "And now, my legs await!"  She placed one
limb upon David's bare shoulder,  accompanied by a long, agonizing
brush  of  her  ankle against his face.   "For  now  though,"  she
instructed,  "you  are not to touch me above the  knee.   Is  that
understood?"
     "I obey, Master."  David found he was not disheartened in the
least by the limitation, particularly since it came along with the
clause  "for now."  He rubbed another generous handful  of  lotion
between  his palms,  and set to work rubbing it into  her  smooth,
sexy legs,  in long,  slow strokes.   For many minutes he  labored
thusly, stroking each inch of flesh many, many times, and covering
each  bit of territory from knee to toe with multitudinous  kisses
and licks.
     "That is enough, slave," Anita instucted,  some  time
after she had finished her dinner.   "Your next command is to  put
my plate in the dishwasher,  and fetch me another glass of wine in
the  process.   You  will then go in my bedroom and bring  me  the
beige plastic case from atop my vanity.
     "I  hear  and  obey,  Master,"  David  replied  dramatically,
following Anita's instructions.   When he had returned, carrying a
mysterious plastic box some 8" on a side,  he was most  surprised;
Anita  had  slipped out of her outfit so that she  wore  only  the
delicious black panties David had gazen upon before;  her gorgeous
breasts  were bared,  smallish but aestheticly  perfect,  and  the
tantalizing  thong  lingerie added a spice to  Anita's  appearance
which  would  not have been possible with had  she  been  "merely"
naked.   She leaned against the arm of the stuffed chair,  running
her hands lightly across her thighs,  and as David approached, she
resumed her seat.
     "Give  me  the  box  and kneel  between  my  legs."   Anita's
commands were less relaxed than before,  and her more excited tone
brought a surging rush to David's body;  where he had relaxed into
a warm,  comfortable sea of bliss over the past hour or so, he now
found  himself  pumping  with adreneline,  feeling  every  bit  as
aroused  as he had that morning.   Without hesitation,  he  obeyed
Anita's orders.
     "Now,  slave,"  she explained carefully,  using one  hand  to
tenderly carress his cheek,  "I have already expressed my pleasure
with the way your firm body is complemented by a  dainty,  womanly
panty.   Your physique adds something to the garment that my  body
never could."  Both of them suppressed a  giggle.   "However,  you
really  can't  be a proper slave so long as there remains  even  a
single  drop  of silly macho-grunting blood pulsing  through  your
veins."   David enjoyed Anita's playful admonishing,  although  he
regarded the direction things were moving in with a combination of
excitement and dread.
     "Now sit perfectly still,  and Master will give her slave  an
extra  special  treat."   David knew he was in  trouble  when  his
friend opened the hinge of the box in her lap and withdrew a small
pallette of eyeshadow.
     Some time later,  David should have felt utterly  humiliated;
he  had been given a very thorough make-up job,  from eyeliner  to
lipstick.   However,  it felt wonderful having his face cradled in
Anita's lap,  and all things considered,  it wasn't markedly worse
than  anything  else he had been through in the  course  of  their
little adventure.
     Anita  had  barely  put  the  finishing  touches  on  David's
eyeshadow when a knock came at the door.   David,  in his  current
appearance, fought off a panic, but Anita remained calm.
     "Answer  the door,  slave.   That will be my  guest."   David
tried  to fight off an outburst,  but when he looked into  Anita's
eyes  and smug smile,  he thought twice.   After all,  though  she
_had_  put  him through an interesting  experience,  it  had  been
rather enjoyable and unique, all things considered.  He decided to
retain his trust in Anita.  Aware of his blushing, he moped across
the room and prepared to open the door.
     "On your knees,  slave."  With a sigh, David resigned defeat,
knelt,  and opened the door.  Standing in the hallway was a lovely
woman  with  oriental features,  dressed in a light blouse  and  a
moderately  tight skirt which came an inch above  the  knee.   Her
legs  were otherwise bare,  and were punctuated  with  high-heeled
strapless  sandals  through  which were  visible  her  coral  pink
toenails;  her ringed fingers bore identical polish.  She had hair
a  shade or two darker than Anita's,  styled into shoulder  length
"swoop", with one eye covered by a fold of hair.
     "You  must be Anita's slave.   She has told me so much  about
you."  The woman's words sounded a bit staged,  but her voice  was
friendly and good natured, and David relaxed the slightest bit; he
was still terribly humiliated,  but a tiny bit relieved that  this
lovely woman was in on the game.
     "Slave," Anita announced,  "this is my friend Joan.   You are
to address her as Miss Hill, and obey her as you obey me.  Is that
understood?"
     "Yes,  Master," David confirmed after a moment's  hesitation.
Anita  was  remarkably talented at throwing in  a  random  element
whenever he began to feel comfortable with his environment.
     "Joan, do you mind being addressed as 'Miss Hill'?"
     "Not at all."
     "Are you hungry or thirsty?"  Joan indicated a slight  desire
for something to eat.
     Anita was ready to send David off to get her friend
a plate of food, when she had another idea.
     "Slave!   You  will bring me the large blanket on the  bottom
shelf of the hall closet.   Then fill a dish with spaghetti  sauce
and bring it to me.
     David's first reaction upon returning with the first item was
that  he should be sent on errands down the hall more  frequently.
Anita  had removed her panties,  and her friend was just  removing
her  blouse  and bra,  revealing a pair of  breasts  significantly
larger than Anita's,  and with their own unique beauty;  they were
crowned  with  a pair of pinkish-brown nipples and  huge  areolae.
David  depositied  the blanket at his Master's  feet  and  quickly
returned with the other requested item.
     By  this  time,  Anita had unfolded the blanket  to  cover  a
significant portion of the living room floor, and lay sprawled out
upon  it  in all of her grandeur.   Joan knelt  behind  her  head,
lightly kneading her shoulders.
     "Now,"  Anita  announced  to David,  "my  friend  here  needs
something to satiate her hunger.   And you,  slave, have served me
dinner humbly and properly,  requesting nothing for yourself,  and
you deserve a reward."  Anita seized the bowl of sauce from  David
and  poured  several ounces of the warm substance  onto  her  bare
stomach.
     "Now get to work,  both of you.   And slave!  I warn you most
direly to strip full naked before you take a single lick.   You do
not  want  to incur my wrath if anything gets on  those  panties."
The two of them shared a smile, and David, with great relief, shed
the undergarments he had dutifully worn all day.
     He  and Joan both set to work sensuously lapping at the  warm
sauce which quickly spread all the way from Anita's breasts to her
mons venus;  the delicious substance tended to migrate of its  own
free will,  and Joan occassionally poured a quanity of the stuff
onto Anita's body.   Within moments,  all three were a gooey  mess
from  head  to  toe,  but this only seemed  to  make  things  more
intense;  with such formalities as tidiness out of the way,  David
and Joan were free to indulge in a chaotic tomato-sauce orgy,  all
upon  the battlefield of blissfully writhing Anita,  who added  to
the entropy by periodically grabbing one of those attending to her
by the hair and gently grinding her body into their eager faces.
     As  Joan  delivered a long,  sloppy french  kiss  to  Anita's
navel,  David moved upwards and plunged into a deep mouth-to-mouth
kiss,  using one hand to caress Anita's belly,  and firmly playing
with  her  stiff  nipple with  the  other.   Joan's  belly-kissing
continued  in earnest as she manuevered her hands between  Anita's
legs,  simultaneously  massaging her wet,  throbbing clitoris  and
pumping in and out of her vulva furiously with two fingers of  the
other hand.
     In  a manner of seconds,  Anita was moaning  animalistically,
and  instinctively  pushed David away so as to  release  a  shrill
gasping sigh of ecstacy.
     "I  want you in my mouth!" Anita demanded of  David,  seconds
later,  once she had caught her breath.   He positioned himself so
as  to  straddle  her head,  and eagerly lowered  his  stiff  cock
between her lips.   Her sucking motions were eratic,  but that was
to be expected,  Joan continued her adept fingering, and had moved
her mouth upwards to suck and nibble upon Anita's pert,  beautiful
bosom.
     David,  likewise,  was  in  no  place  to  require  excessive
stimulation;  within  a  matter  of seconds  he  released  himself
violently in Anita's mouth,  producing a deafening roar of chaotic
ecstacy which lasted nearly half a minute.   Anita exploded at the
exact same moment,  set off by the thrilling sensation of  David's
hot orgasm shooting into her.
     By the time the two of them had come back to earth, they were
aware of Joan's passioned moaning;  one of her hands had abandoned
its  skillful treatment of Anita's labia and was not hard at  work
servicing  Joan's  own womanhood.   Anita scooted herself  to  the
other  end  of the blanket,  manuvered herself  behind  Joan,  and
reached  around  to  play  with  her  friend's  breasts.    David,
meanwhile,  positioned himself between Joan's legs,  assisting  in
the  manual  stimulation  of  her  vaginal  lips,  accompanied  by
frenzied  kissing and licking of her clitoris.   It was  not  long
until  Joan experienced a thunderous orgasm equal in magnitude  to
those  her two partners had underwent.   Her head thrashed  wildly
about,  her legs clamply tightly as a vice around David's head  as
she  thrust  her pelvis into him madly.   All three  were  of  the
conviction that this torrent would never end;  Anita began to kiss
and  bite  at the back of Joan's neck,  and this  drove  her  into
wilder  ecstacy,  as did the firm pinches that David delivered  to
Joan's upper inner thigh.   When he thought to slip a finger  into
her  anus to stimulate her prostrate,  it brought about even  more
frightening undulations.
     In fact, while Joan certainly was the center of this orgasmic
fit,  it  seemed to extend outward to both David and  Anita,  both
felt it as surely as they felt their own orgasms, and they were as
quick to collapse into an exhausted heap afterwards.
     "Stars  and  garters!" Joan exclaimed with  a  silly  giggle,
after a period of utter silence lasting several minutes.
     "Anita,"  David asked in a  dreamy,  childlike  voice,  after
another lengthy silence, "can I ask you a question?  What gave you
the idea for this whole business?"
     "Joan  here is to blame," she  answered  tersely.   Realizing
that was not a suitable answer,  she continued.   "Do you remember
that  last night I told you to come over this morning to do  me  a
favor?"
     "Uh-huh?"
     "Do you know what that favor was?"
     "I have a pretty good idea, and can't think of any favor I've
had such a wonderful time repaying."
     "You don't know what that favor was.   It was to fix the hard
drive on my 386."
     "What?"   David rose up onto one elbow,  and aside  from  his
laughter, was speechless.
     "David,  dear, I've been wanting to share myself with you for
at least a couple of years.   I'm just rotten at asking.  When you
imposed  on me last night,  my only thought was to impose  on  you
right  back,  and since you work with computers for  a  living,  I
thought I had the perfect means to avoid taking my  malfunctioning
PC into the shop.
     "When you were off doing you big business dinner,  I  invited
Joan over for drinks,  to keep me company, while I was waiting for
your  package.   Last winter,  I helped dear Joan here  deliver  a
birthday present to her boyfriend,  which was thematically similar
to  what  I put _you_ through.   The details  were  different,  of
course, but she thought he would really get into the idea of being
completely under her control, and she invited me to help."
     "So  last  night," Joan interrupted,  continuing  the  story,
"your  friend here is sighing and complaining about how  much  she
wants  to get to know you,  and I give her a kick in the butt  and
tell her to do something about it.   What could be a more  perfect
oppurtunity?"
     "And  so you were thus swayed to request of me a favor  of  a
more  interesting sort."  David laughed again as he  reached  over
and mussed Anita's hair.
     "I was as nervous as you were,  dear," she explained.  "I was
convinced  I wasn't going to be able to go through  with  it,  but
once we had reached panty territory,  I knew there was no  turning
back,   and  went  with  it.   Until  then,  you  don't  know  how
precariously close you were to spening the evening slaving over my
386."
     "I   think  you  made  the  right  choice,"  David   assured,
stretching to kiss her on the lips, and then lying back down, with
Joan warmly snuggled between he and Anita.
