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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."

END OF PART 1
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