Message-ID: <54767asstr$1161529802@assm.asstr.org> X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org X-Original-Path: 6d69fee4!not-for-mail From: Sir Render X-Original-Message-ID: User-Agent: Xnews/2006.06.28 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 05:21:20 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 09:21:20 GMT Subject: {ASSM} What Some People Will Do - Chapters 01-04 (exhib MF oral) {Sir Render} Lines: 694 Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2006 11:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: emigabe, dennyw ***** This is a work of fiction. All characters are of no age because they are not real people. This story is intended to be read and enjoyed by consenting adults only. Do not read this story if it is illegal for you to do so. The author will not be responsible for your actions. Do not allow anyone under the age of consent to read this story. Again the author will not be responsible for your actions. Please do not treat this as a guide for real life; it is only a work of fiction. Do not read this story if descriptions of nudity, sex and sexual situations offend you. Do not repost this story in any way which requires payment for access and please do not remove the copyright notice when reposting this story. Thank you. ***** What Some People Will Do (C)2000, 2006 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of October 2006) Chapter 1 The TV van pulled to a hesitant stop in front of 376 West Third Avenue, the home of one Mrs. Brenda Young. The passenger side sliding door opened and two men stepped out. One of the men, Ivan Stanley (born Stanovsky) carried a large high priced video camera over his shoulder. His partner, Thomas Hardcastle, carried a microphone to conduct an interview with the first ever winner of the What Some People Will Do contest. Ivan and Thomas worked for an upstart cable television station specializing in content which was banned from network television. They often showed uncensored clips of spring break public indecency which other stations were required to blur or black out. Their latest and greatest scheme to drive ratings and thereby drive advertising revenue was a weekly show involving a viewer being dared to do various things on camera. They would win prizes for successfully completing the dares and each dare would be more involved, more public, and more unnerving. It was a cross between Who Wants to Be A Millionaire and Fear Factor and anything was game. They strode up to the front door of the tidy two story home, noting no car in the driveway. "Let's hope that she's home, otherwise we may have to choose a different contestant," Thomas said for the viewing audience. He rang the doorbell and waited nearly a minute before reaching for the button a second time. As he pushed it, the door opened and a woman in her late twenties greeted the two men, who were quickly being joined by the lighting man who had also been the driver of their van. "Hello miss, we're from Channel 69, we're doing a show called What Some People Will Do. Is this the residence of Brenda Young?" "Yes, I'm Brenda!" the woman said with a smile on her lips and a twinkle in her eyes. "Does this mean I won the contest?" She clapped excitedly while jumping up and down as if she'd just won a million dollars. As she did so, the TV crew noted her invitingly large, firm breasts bouncing beneath her silk blouse. No bra, they thought in unison. "Yes ma'am. Is your boyfriend or husband at home? I'm sure he will like to see you win some money today." Without thinking, Brenda replied that her husband was at work. She then repeated her question about having won their contest. "Yes ma'am, you were selected at random to be this week's contestant. Now you have not won any prizes yet, but through a series of dares, if you accept and complete them, you will gain money. Each dare has a dollar value attached to it and if you complete that dare the money goes into the bank. If you fail to complete any dare, you drop back down to the money you had in the bank before your last completed dare. So you actually can lose money from your bank if you fail to complete a dare once accepted, but if you decide simply not to accept a dare, you lose nothing and walk away with everything you have in the bank at that time." "Okay, well what do I do?" Brenda asked. All of her excited jumping had caused her brown bangs to slip down over her eyes and she quickly swept them aside to reveal her icy blue eyes to the camera. "Well first we would like for you to describe yourself for our TV viewers. Now this is live television so anything you say will be broadcast to millions of homes nationwide." In reality, the station was still so new and localized that it was only available in maybe a few thousand homes and only within about a fifty mile radius, but the high aspirations of the crew were evident. "Since they can't see you in person, why not start with a description of yourself physically. How tall are you?" "I am five feet four inches." "And your weight... if you don't mind. This is just so that our audience has a good idea of who you are and what to expect from you during your dares." "Well, um... I am, uh--" "Oh now don't be shy Mrs. Young. We're all adults here," Thomas said with a wry grin. "I weigh one hundred twenty pounds." In reality she probably weighed closer to 130 but the TV crew let it slip. It was close enough. "And if you do not mind, what are your measurements? Just at a glance here I would guess about a 36B-26-34." Brenda was almost insulted. For one thing she didn't think it was much of their business, especially for all the people watching her at home right now. For another she was rather proud of her bust line being a and firm C cup. Her waist, she would tell them, was also much less than a 26. It was a slender 23. She made all of this public knowledge and Thomas began to feel that this one could get interesting if she was truly not shy. "Alright thank you Brenda... may I call you Brenda?" "Honey, if you're paying me money you can call me anything you want!" Brenda laughed. "Alright then Brenda. Can you tell us, perhaps, what is your most erotic fantasy?" "Ha! Well now I can't go telling you all that. A girl has to keep some things private, after all." Brenda took her turn to grin and wink at the camera. "Ha ha, alright fair enough. Why don't we begin, then? Brenda, if you accept this first dare you will bank a total of $250. If you then decide to go no further, you walk away with that $250, but if you go for a second dare you can win even more money and other prizes along the way. We have authorization to give away a trip for two to Honolulu Hawaii if you are daring enough, but we will have to work our way up to that." Brenda's eyes went wide at the mention of a Hawaiian vacation. Her husband Jim would have some vacation time coming up in the next couple of months and they could sure use a nice tropical retreat like that. "Alright, count me in. What do I do?" "Well Brenda," Thomas paused for dramatic effect, "if you accept and complete this first dare you bank $250. The dare is to strip all of your clothing off right here and walk the entire perimeter of your house uncovered. When you return to this spot you can put all of your clothing back on and you will have won $250." "Oh god!" Brenda whimpered. "Now remember Brenda, at any time you can refuse to complete a dare. You do not have to do this." Brenda shook her head, causing her brown locks to once again fall over her blue eyes. "No no, I will do it." She glanced around at the small gathering of people who had seen a television van pull up and instantly were attracted to it like moths to a bug zapper. Nothing spells controversy better than a TV news van and around half a dozen of Brenda's neighbors had shown up to witness whatever it was that was going on. Soon they would find out and then what would they think of her as a neighbor? Brenda swallowed a lump in her throat. Her palms were now slick with sweat. $250 and the chance to win even more money... and a Hawaiian vacation, or the respect of her neighbors? Which to choose? Which to choose? "Can I, um... may I start from the back door?" she asked in a hushed, husky tone. Thomas, showman that he was, answered her with a question of his own, only with much more volume and force. "You mean, you would rather go to your back door, strip naked there, and walk around the front of your house and back again?" Brenda almost panicked... in fact she almost tossed her lunch as her heart and stomach leapt into her throat. Why had he said that so loud? She could see some of her neighbors exchanging looks and motioning towards her. She also noted with dread that of the seven neighbors gathered there, four of them were teenage boys just home from school. Another was a dirty old man from a few doors down and across the street who was an avid "bird watcher" from his second story bedroom window. The last two were teenage girls also just home from school. "Yes. Yes that's right," she said in a rush. "Alright then. Men, let's move around back." The three television crew men marched behind Brenda around the left side of her house where she unlatched a wooden gate. The back yard was almost literally a jungle. Tall plants with wide yellow-spotted leaves, ferns and a luxurious large swimming pool dominated the area. Brenda went to her back door and checked to be certain it was unlocked in case she needed a quick escape route to safety. She then turned her back to the men and began to unbutton her light yellow silk blouse. After the last button, she let it hang open and began to work on the buttons of her designer blue jeans. She slipped her slender feet from her cross training shoes, then worked the tight jeans over her shapely hips and down her thighs. She bent at the waist to pull them off her legs and then stood upright and slipped out of the blouse. Brenda Young now stood more naked than she had ever been outdoors, except once at the beach when she had lost her bikini panties in the surf, but at least her lower half had been concealed by the water then. Now she stood in only a pair of bikini cut hunter green panties and her arms crossed over her breasts. She glanced back over her shoulder to see the three men watching her intently. Thomas picked up the subtle cue (or at least what he decided to take as a cue) and spoke into the microphone, "Alright now Brenda, you have already begun this dare so you must complete it in order to win the $250. You are already halfway to the prize. You just need to remove one last piece of clothing and then make a quick trip around your entire house and back to this spot." Brenda slipped her thumbs into the waist of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles, trying to keep her thighs together as much as possible to avoid giving the camera too much of a good shot. She was already shaking violently at the thought that her butt was completely on display for however many people were watching the show on TV. She then stood upright again with her arms over her chest. "Alright Brenda, now go for it! $250 is almost yours!" Brenda took a deep breath to calm her nerves and then darted off toward the same gate she had unlocked a moment before. She kept her arms over her breasts and sprinted out and across her front lawn, hearing hoots and catcalls from her small audience as they witnessed her slender, naked legs, her neatly trimmed brown pubis, and her large breasts jiggling almost out of control beneath her desperate arm lock across her chest. She was frantic and yet aroused. She made it to the right side of her house and began toward the back, only to realize with sudden horror that they did not have a gate to the back yard on this side of the house. She was going to have to climb over the fence! Naked! With her boobs uncovered! "Noooo!" she moaned quietly. Thankfully for Brenda she was a more or less athletic woman. She believed in keeping herself in shape despite already being married for five years. She liked to dress in sexy clothing and without a bra and she wanted other women to be jealous of how good she looked that way. But now... this was totally different. This was complete and total nudity in front of her neighbors with whom she had to live every day. This was having to climb up and over a wooden fence while completely naked and with an audience of seven watching from behind her. They would surely get a good view up her vagina as she swung her legs up and over the fence. Brenda lost her nerve and turned back, thinking in her anxiety to rush back around to the other side of the house and back through the open gate. But when she looked into the faces of her audience at the sidewalk only fifteen feet away, she realized how foolish that would be and regained her nerve to climb the fence. So up she went, grasping the pointed tops of two boards with her strong hands and planting the ball of her left foot against the fence around a foot up from the ground. She used this as a springboard to both push and pull herself up onto the top of the fence, where she stubbed her right big toe. "Ow ow ow shit!" she hissed, but maintained her balance atop the fence. Of course, teetering like that with her arms stretched outward, she was 100% on display both in front and behind, and the TV camera was right there recording the event from her front side. Her heavy breasts swayed this way and that as she wobbled to keep her balance. She finally jumped for the grass of the back yard and tucked into a roll. When she came up, she stood naked and exposed for the camera with bits of grass and dirt in her hair and all down her back and legs. "You're almost done, Brenda!" Thomas announced. "Just need to get back to your back door where your clothes are waiting and the prize is yours." Brenda grabbed each of her firm breasts in the palm of a hand and trotted around the final corner to where she had left her clothes in a pile. They were all there and she quickly sorted through them to pull her yellow blouse over her chest. "We have our first winner, ladies and gentlemen!" Thomas announced to the TV viewers. "Mrs. Brenda Young has successfully completed her first dare and has won the amount of $250. More to come after this commercial break." Chapter 2 Brenda Young caught her breath and clung her light yellow silk blouse to her chest. Its sleeves were just long enough to also hide her neatly trimmed brown bush. She could not believe that she had just streaked across her front yard for a measly $250. That wasn't the worst of it. No, by far the worst was that countless numbers of television viewers had just witnessed the embarrassing end of her first What Some People Will Do dare. She had been doing so well until she stubbed her toe going over her fence and had wobbled unsteadily on the top cross bar on the backside of the fence while the TV camera caught a great shot of her slightly spread pussy and jiggling breasts. She had truly never been so exposed in public and the experience had her heart racing a thousand miles a minute. Thomas Hardcastle, the television crew announcer, and Ivan Stanley, the camera man, made their way over to her as she clutched her clothing to the front of her naked body. Rajiv Patel, the crew's lighting man, came over as well. He had a high powered portable light - looking like an over sized flashlight to Brenda - resting on his right shoulder. He used both hands to aim the beam of intense illumination at Brenda's face and chest. She worried momentarily that it might make the light yellow silk seem transparent for the camera, but her thoughts were cut off by Thomas' enthusiastic voice. "Congratulations, Brenda! You have banked $250. You can quit now and take that money, or you can try for more prizes. If you accept the next dare and then fail to complete it, though, you will walk away with no money. But if you complete the next dare, you will be one step closer to winning that vacation for two to Honolulu!" "Just-- don't make me-- go naked-- in public again," Brenda panted between heavy breaths. "Well now Mrs. Young, I can't guarantee that. I don't get to open the dare envelope until you agree to move on to the next round. But I will tell you that the next round will double your winnings. Instead of $250 you will have a total of $500 in the bank if you choose to continue, but you can quit at any time." With trembling hands and a lump rising once more in her throat, Brenda said, "Okay, what do I do?" "For a total of $500 in the bank, you must jog completely naked from your house here in the middle of your block, down to either corner then back to the opposite end of the block. This is going to be the easiest $500 you've ever earned." GROAN! Why more public nudity?! Okay, she thought, I can do this. After all, it is $500. Her husband Jim didn't earn much more than that in a week and he worked long hours for his pay. "Alright I... I can do it." "Good girl!" cheered Thomas. "Just let Ivan, our cameraman, position himself down at the West corner of the block. You can run to the East corner, then come all the way down to where we will be waiting. You may begin your jog in five minutes." The three men departed for the street, leaving Brenda alone in her back yard. She was thankful for the visual protection afforded by her yard's jungle like atmosphere. The intention had always been to keep prying eyes away from them when they swam or had guests over to swim, but now it served also to preserve some of Brenda's decency. She took a long, deep breath and counted to sixty. She let her yellow blouse drop to the small concrete walkway between the back door of her house and the swimming pool deck. She edged her way nervously toward the gate alongside her house and saw her small audience of seven neighbors waiting for her. She gulped down another breath and sprinted out toward the sidewalk. Brenda's feet slapped noisily on the sidewalk as she scampered toward the East end of her block. She ran with arms crossed over her chest but her desire to get this over with quickly caused her to push herself faster and made her 36C breasts jiggle and shake more than she could easily handle. She reached the end of the block and pulled up quickly to turn and jog back to the opposite end of the block where the TV crew waited. This would mean running straight through her audience, however, so as she approached the middle of the block where her house was, she swerved out onto the hot asphalt of the street and around the TV van. Bad decision, she scolded herself as small bits of loose pavement and gravel poked the soles of her feet. "Ow ow ow!" Soon she was sufficiently past her group of neighbors and leapt back onto the sidewalk for the remainder of her run - she was desperate to finish this so it was definitely no longer a jog. As she raced, her arms instinctively fell to her sides and took up a forward and reverse swaying to keep her balance. This left her large breasts fully displayed to the camera as she approached, but at this point she did not care. It would be over soon and she would be $500 richer. She pulled to a panting, sweating stop alongside the TV crew, hunched over with her hands on her knees as she gasped for breath. Ivan made a full sweep over her slightly upturned ass and down her back and sides to her low-hanging breasts with the camera. Thomas patted Brenda on her naked back and said, "Congratulations! You have completed your second dare. Your prize is now $500 in the bank. You can stop now and walk away with that money or you can continue on for more prizes, including a trip to Honolulu! But first, give a big thumbs up to our viewers at home, won't you?" Thomas, one hand on Brenda's lower back and the other on her upper left arm, guided her to a standing position facing the camera. Brenda smiled weakly and showed a thumbs up to prove that she was a good sport. Ivan got a good close up shot of the sweat running down over and dribbling off of her bare breasts as they heaved with her heavy breathing. Thomas spoke again, this time into the microphone. "I'm being told by my producer that we have to cut away for another commercial break. We will be back shortly with more What Some People Will Do." Chapter 3 As Brenda Young stood on the corner of her home block, naked, sweaty and panting, Thomas Hardcastle of Channel 69's field crew made her a third dare in the What Some People Will Do contest. The viewing audience, secure and aroused in their homes, watched as the naked twenty-nine year old brunette gasped for breath, her ample bosom rising and falling rhythmically and drops of sweat ran down her chest, over her breasts and clung for a moment on the tips of her nipples before falling to the ground. Her hair was matted down with the sweat of embarrassment and exhilaration. But she was $500 richer and all she'd had to endure was a little mild public nudity in her own neighborhood. "Now the stakes rise. This next dare, if you choose to accept it, will double your current winnings. You will take home one thousand dollars if you successfully complete this next dare. As always, you may choose to walk away now with your $500. If you accept the next dare but are unable or unwilling to carry through to a successful completion, you will lose the $250 you just gained from your second dare. What do you decide?" Brenda mulled over the possibilities. What more could they ask her to do? What she had done thus far was mildly illegal, but certainly not unheard of in the world of television and radio station promotions. She had often heard of women being offered a prize to drive somewhere in the nude for instance, and this was no different. On the other hand, the prizes were doubling in value with each dare and the public exposure was doubling at the least. Her first dare had simply been to go around the outside of her own home with a few sidewalk gawkers who saw her naked only for a few seconds. The most recent dare had been to jog from her home in the middle of the block down to one end and then all the way up to the other end while naked. She had again only really been seen by the same group of people but for a much longer time. Would the third dare pose any greater danger or embarrassment to her? Of course it might. On the other hand, not every dare would necessarily be one of nudity. They might still ask her to eat a bug or to climb a utility pole and then jump off. But of course they might ask her to do any number of other sexually related things without necessarily involving public nudity. But there were some things which were definitely illegal and she did not believe they would ask her to do anything like that. The court costs alone would far outweigh the $1,000 they were offering her. Brenda wiped sweat from her forehead and from around her icy blue eyes. She had ceased making any attempt to cover her pussy or breasts and allowed Ivan the cameraman and Rajiv the lighting man to show her full athletic and very naked splendor to their viewing audience. "One thousand dollars," Thomas reminded her. "Yes. Yes I will do it. What is the dare?" "You're a good sport, Brenda. I will make this easy on you. For a total of $1,000 in the bank, all I ask you to do is to squat here on your street corner, facing down toward your little audience there," Thomas motioned toward the seven neighborhood residents who had taken up new positions closer to the action on the corner. They all waved back and cheered for the camera when Ivan swung it around toward them to demonstrate to the TV audience that this was indeed live and it was indeed public. "Squat here and finger your vagina and clitoris to the point of orgasm," Thomas concluded. "What?!" Brenda was astonished. Could they really ask her to do a thing like that? There were teenagers in the small crowd not fifty feet away. Four of those were leering young boys with obvious erections. Another was the perverted old man who lived across the street and a few doors down from Brenda and her husband Jim. "Well you do not have to do this. You can say no and walk away now, but as per the rules of the game you will forfeit your second dare's winnings and leave with only $250. If you complete this dare you walk away with a full thousand. The choice is yours." A thousand bucks for a little pussy play. But... it felt so dirty to her to play with herself in public. But the difference between playing and walking was $750. She could really use that kind of money. "How many more dares before the trip to Honolulu?" Brenda asked. "How much more do I have to do before I can win that prize?" Thomas conferred with his associates for a moment. "The trip to Honolulu comes after successful completion of your fourth dare," he finally declared. "So if you complete all four dares, you walk away with the trip to Honolulu, Hawaii. If you only complete three dares, you walk with one thousand dollars. If you walk away now without completing this third dare to which you have already agreed, you will leave with only $250." Brenda bit her lower lip, mostly to keep it from trembling as she slowly lowered herself to a squatting position. She draped her right arm across her breasts, as the TV man had not said anything about keeping them exposed while playing with herself, and slipped her left hand down over her slick abdomen to her neatly trimmed brown pubic hair. The small crowd began to chant "Show your tits. Show your tits." Brenda stood her ground, the fingertips of her left hand beginning to trace light patterns in her pubic hair. She found the sensitive spot on her pubic mound which had always given her slight tremors of pleasure without full clitoral or vaginal stimulation and began to gently caress that spot. She shuddered once, then again. Still the crowd, primarily the males, chanted "Show your tits. Show your tits." Thomas knelt beside Brenda as she played with her pubic mound. "I believe they want to see your beautiful breasts, Brenda. Are you going to deny them that special treat?" Brenda nodded her head in the affirmative and she traced down to the contours of her pussy lips and began to stroke them gently up and down, outside then inside, then outside again. When her fingertips came to her clitoris just beginning to peak out of its protective hood, she took it lightly between thumb and index finger and gave it a slight pinch and a pull. She gasped aloud. Brenda continued her clitoral stimulation for several minutes. The crowd now began a new chant. "Finger fuck. Finger fuck. Show your tits. Finger fuck." Okay, to be fair some people in the crowd were still asking for her to show her tits, but in general the chant had changed. Having brought herself to the brink of orgasm through clitoral stimulation, Brenda courageously pushed her left middle finger up between the folds of her labia and began to finger herself to a successful climax. A minute later her middle finger was joined by her ring finger and she pushed further and sought out her elusive g- spot with greater fervor. Finally, lost in a mixture of embarrassment, growing arousal at the thought of being so nasty in public, and a desire to get this over with before her husband got home from work, Brenda pulled her right arm away from her large, firm breasts and began to double work her crotch. With two fingers of her right hand pushing up inside of herself and the other furiously rubbing around her clitoris without actually touching it, Brenda brought herself to a breath depleting, shuddering orgasm on her home street corner. "What IS going on here?" asked a man who had driven up and stopped short in a dark blue Honda sedan. "Jim!" Brenda shrieked. "Oh my god!" She desperately tried to cover herself as her husband, a lanky man with thin black hair and a boyish face, quickly got out of his car and came to confront the men who were apparently tormenting his naked and humiliated wife. "What the hell is going on here?" Jim raged. "And why are you fingering yourself for all these people watching?" he said to Brenda. "Jim, honey. Do you remember that contest I entered last month? The one for the new cable TV station? The one where we can win money and a trip to Hawaii?" "Get up, right now!" Jim barked at his wife. "Honey please listen. I just won a thousand dollars! One more dare and we can go to Honolulu next month for free!" Jim paused for a moment. "Is that so?" he asked of no one in particular as he turned to face the apparent ringleader of the TV crew. Thomas chimed right in, "That's right sir. Your lovely wife here has just won $1,000 cash and if she completes one more dare we are sending the two of you to fabulous Honolulu, Hawaii for a week as part of the What Some People Will Do contest on Channel 69." Brenda rose to her feet, her knees red from kneeling on the sidewalk, rocking back and forth in the throes of her own passion, and embraced her husband. Her bare breasts pressed firmly into his chest and despite his anger at what he had just seen her doing, he was instantly, almost painfully, hard. "Honey. Sweetie. Wouldn't you like to go to Hawaii for a week? I can be naughty for your eyes only in the hotel room." She kissed him on the cheek, more as a motivation to want more than as a gesture of affection. "I-- suppose so, darling," Jim replied more quietly. He allowed one hand to squeeze his wife's firm ass while pushing a lock of her sweat drenched hair out of her face. He looked her straight in those beautiful blue eyes and knew she was going to go for it with or without his consent. "Go for it," he said at long last. "But only one more dare. No more." Chapter 4 "Alright now Brenda; Mr. Young. Here is your final dare for today. If you successfully complete this dare, you will have won a trip for two to Honolulu, Hawaii. If you fail to complete this dare, you walk away with a cool $500 for completing the first two dares and forfeiting the third for failing the fourth." "I'm ready for it," Brenda said as she pulled away from her husband's embrace. Her little fan club of seven neighbors cheered as her voluptuous 36C breasts came back into full view along with her sweet looking little pussy which they had just watched her finger to orgasm. "Your fourth and final dare for today is this. If you will give your husband a blow job, to full ejaculation, right here on the street corner, we will upgrade your prize from $1,000 to a trip for two to Honolulu. You will also have a chance to win more prizes in the coming weeks but only if you succeed in this fourth dare." "Now hold on a minute here," Jim Young objected. "There's no way my wife is going to give anyone oral sex, not even me, out here on the street corner." The crowd of seven spectators changed their chant again, this time saying, "Oral sex. Oral sex." over and over. But Brenda was already on her knees with her hands moving to unbuckle her husband's belt. What was one final humiliation on the street corner compared to a week in Hawaii, in private with her husband? Besides, it wasn't as if she was being asked to give a blow job to a stranger or to that dirty old man from across the street who was leering at her now. This was her own husband, whom she had sucked off many times before in the privacy of their own home. And she knew just how to get him to cum quickly, so that this public display would be over quickly. Brenda freed her husband's meaty penis from his boxer shorts and gave it a few quick strokes with her right hand. She cupped his scrotum with her left and lightly scratched it with her fingernails. Jim's cock jerked to life. So far so good, she thought. She turned her icy blue eyes up to meet her husband's gray eyes and smiled. Licking her lips, she moved to the head of his penis and began to kiss it gently. Her tongue flicked out from between her pursed lips and swiped the underside of Jim's cock head. It jerked again. She began to gently squeeze his balls with her cupped left hand while stroking the base of his prick with her right and licking up and down his shaft to get it all shiny and slick for entry. Jim was almost appalled at what was occurring. He had never been one for public displays of affection and had never even asked his wife of five years to display herself for another man. Now here they were, on their own street corner with neighborhood kids watching them as she knelt naked and sucked his cock. It was all happening so quickly. When his prick was sufficiently slick with her saliva, Brenda took its head fully into her mouth and slid her lips down to the base, a full five and a half inches of deep throating which she had become accustomed to over the years. She felt his engorged head in her throat and relished the feel of it, pulsing and jerking within her. She continued to apply more pressure to his balls as she sucked. She pulled back to let him slide almost completely out of her mouth, then swallowed him all the way back in until she felt his pulsing cock head enter her throat. God this was turning her on. She drew back again, this time licking the underside of Jim's cock from base to head as she went. She kissed his head again then took him all the way in one final time before the pressure in his balls gave way and let loose a torrent of hot spermy semen into Brenda's throat. She swallowed once but wanted proof that she had successfully completed this dare, so she drew back from him again and let him blow his second load into her mouth as her lips were still wrapped around his prick. As she pulled back to release his cock, a thick white string of his cum stretched from her tongue and teeth to the head of Jim's cock. As gravity got hold of it, the string began to bow down between then, finally breaking and laying down the middle of Brenda's chest right between her firm tits. One final blast of cum plastered over her lips and chin. Brenda scooped her husband's cum off her chin before it fell away uselessly to the sidewalk. She delicately wrapped the thick string of semen around her fingers, then sucked her fingers clean. At last she scooped up the cum which had run down the middle of her chest and gobbled it up as well. Jim meanwhile had returned his spent cock to its place in his boxer shorts. The crowd were going wild and Brenda was as horny as hell. She licked her lips for the benefit of the assembled neighbors as her husband escorted her into his car. Thomas Hardcastle commented for the television audience. "Today we have seen the first installment of What Some People Will Do, and we have our first winner. Mrs. Brenda Young has successfully completed all four dares given to her and has won a trip for herself and her husband to beautiful Honolulu, Hawaii. Tune in again next week for a new contestant and new dares. So long." 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