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At long last here is the continuing story of Brenda Young titled "What 
Some People Will Do".  My apologies for the long delay between chapters 
61 and 62.  I hope you'll all enjoy.  Comments and suggestions for future 
chapters are always welcome.

Chapters 1-61 can be downloaded free at http://www.asstr-mirror.org or my own 
site at http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net.

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What Some People Will Do
(C)2000, 2007 by Sir Render (i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of November
2007)

Part 22

Chapter 62

Long time readers will recall that when we last saw Brenda Young she was 
laying on her back on a workout mat at the brand new fitness spa in town.  
She'd just been eaten out by a lucky bastard who's number had been drawn 
for the third place prize in Brenda's special live event for fans of her 
show titled What Some People Will Do.

Now Brenda lay gasping for breath and sweaty in front of dozens of 
adoring fans and camera crews.  Being eaten out had not been part of the 
plan for the third place draw, but she hadn't protested since it was all 
pleasure for her; as long as the guy didn't mind tonguing the delicate 
folds of her furry little pussy then she didn't mind having an orgasm.

She motioned for one of her body guard/personal trainers to help her up 
off the mat.  He took a moment first to firmly pull the enthusiastic 
raffle winner off of her and then took hold of Brenda's elbow to pull her 
to a standing position.

"Alright," Brenda puffed as she pushed her damp bangs from her eyes, 
"we'll draw the second place prize winner in a few minutes.  First I want 
to spend some time on the weight machines here."

Brenda, more or less nude after giving away her top and discarding her 
skin-tight bike shorts, straddled an inclined bench and struck a classic 
pose with her hands on the bench just in front and covering her pussy but 
her breasts exposed.  She blew kisses to her fans and also to her highly 
supportive husband Jim who stood back with Thomas Hardcastle and one of 
the camera crews.

After a minute or so of glamour poses, Brenda moved her hands away and 
revealed her moist womanhood to all as she lay back on the bench and took 
hold of the attached bars of the weight machine.

"How much weight do you want?" asked one of her trainers as she moved in 
beside her to adjust the tension.

"Just give me sixty."

"You're all set," the guy replied after a few seconds of fiddling with a 
knob.  Brenda's head was just about at the level of the hunky guy's 
crotch and noted he had quite a knob himself.  As he backed away to give 
her room, she playfully reached out with one hand and let her fingernails 
glide over the bulge at the front of his pants.  She glanced the other 
way to see the reaction of her husband but could just barely make out his 
face in the crowd which had closed in to get a better view of her.

Brenda took a few deep breaths to steel herself against the tremors of 
excitement running through her bones.  She gripped the handles and pushed 
straight up with all her might.  Brenda focused on her workout and 
counting her repetitions in her head.  She visualized the numbers 
floating before her in an effort to block out the brights lights being 
directed down on her.  Sixty pounds on a weight machine is not as 
difficult as sixty on a free bar and Brenda, being in such good shape, 
was able to get through twenty reps with relative ease.

Brenda stood and made her way to the next machine on her agenda.  This 
would stress her deltoids by pulling down a wide bar behind her head 
which in turn lifted a set of weights at the rear of the machine.  She 
once again set the tension at sixty pounds, figuring this one would be 
more difficult to do and so would cause her to probably push her chest 
out more as she struggled.

She found it more difficult this time to block out the sight and sounds 
of her fans and the bright lights; most likely because unlike on the 
bench press machine this time she had to actually face them.  She lost 
count somewhere around twelve or thirteen and had to ask the assembled 
audience to count her up to twenty.

Immediately there was apparently confusion among the crowd as to where to 
begin counting.  Some took the opportunity to start at one, reasonably 
concluding perhaps that Brenda intended to start fresh when she asked 
them to count her up to twenty.  Others seemed to figure she'd already 
done eight or nine or ten reps on the machine.

"Hold on, hold on!" Brenda shouted with her hands on the bar up behind 
her head and her thoroughly autographed body glistening under the 
multiple lights of the room.  "I've done at least twelve already."  
Turning to her producer she asked, "Thomas, can you roll back the tape 
and see how many I did?"

"Afraid not," he called over the drone of voices.  "This is live, we 
can't roll back."

"Okay, well I know I did at least twelve so start counting at thirteen."

Brenda adjusted her grip on the bar and pulled hard on it.  The crowd 
counted "Thirteen" in no semblance of unison.  Brenda let the bar up 
gently and then pulled it down hard again.  With each subsequent rep the 
crowd got more in sync with their count but Brenda found the weight to be 
more and more of a strain.  By the nineteenth rep she was lifting her 
butt off the seat as she struggled to pull down the bar and on the 
twentieth and final pull the effort was apparent on her twisted, dripping 
face.

"Whew!  I won't be doing that again any time soon," Brenda muttered as 
she stood and rubbed her upper arms and shoulders.  "Thomas, let's do the 
second prize."

"Actually we need to go to a commercial.  Why don't you go and towel off, 
get some water, and we'll be right back after these messages from our 
sponsors."

Brenda did as advised, making her way quickly through the politely 
parting crowd with the help of her body guards.  She disappeared into the 
back of the building again while Thomas, Ivan and Raj set up to shoot her 
drawing the next name beside the Wheel O' Cum.

Brenda returned a few minutes later looking refreshed and dry.  She still 
had marking pen all over her upper body but by now it was smeared and 
mostly illegible.  "Probably not the best idea during a live taping to 
get yourself all marked up," Thomas said quietly to her just before word 
came in from the studio that they were live again.

"We're back and Brenda is about to choose the second place winner 
tonight.  Brenda, what will this next lucky guy receive?"

"Well Thomas, I thought this next one ought to have a choice.  He'll 
either get a blow job from me..." this brought hoots and cheers from 
nearly everyone in the place which lasted far too long for Thomas' liking 
on a live show, "or he can titty fuck me."  There were more cheers and a 
good amount of clapping.

Brenda reached into the bowl of raffle tickets, fished around and came up 
with number 101365.

"Yyeess!! shouted a very happy guy who got down on one knee while making 
a low punching motion with his fist by his side.  He quickly stood and 
strode,  head high, into the clear zone with Thomas and Brenda.  Brenda 
thought him to be a rather good looking guy, probably in his late 
twenties with long, dark brown hair, mustache and goatee beard.  He 
looked like he might have come to the filming straight from work as he 
wore a dark blue polo shirt and tan khakis with polished black dress 
shoes.

"Which option are you going to choose?" Thomas asked as he got between 
the man and Brenda and held a microphone up to his face.

"It's a tough choice," the man replied in a raspy, smoker's voice.  
Thomas noted he smelled strongly of tobacco smoke as well.

"Well how are you going to decide?"

The man stood with a hand on his hip and motioned toward Brenda with his 
other hand.  "She's got such a great pair of tits, I'd love to feel 'em 
around my cock.  But I've seen her give such great blow jobs on the TV.  
Will she swallow or spit?"

"That's a good question," Thomas said as he turned halfway toward Brenda.

"I have to save something for the first place winner," Brenda replied 
coyly.  "No swallowing yet."  She looked toward her husband and saw him 
breathe a sigh of relief and wipe his forehead.

"In that case," said the smoker, "I'm gonna have to feel her tits around 
my cock."

The room erupted into cheers.  Thomas took the man forward to shake hands 
and say hello to Brenda but was certain the noise in the place was 
drowning him out even for the microphone held up to his mouth.

Brenda took the man's hand and led him back to the bench press machine.  
She lay down backward, with her feet closest to the weights, and 
playfully jiggled her c cup breasts for the man standing over her.  He 
wasted no time in unzipping his fly, popping the button and dropping his 
pants to his knees.  His erection was clearly evident within his light 
gray cotton briefs.

As the noise died down and the audience watched in hushed anticipation, 
Brenda announced that she would take the cum shot to the face or chest 
and would fulfill her obligation to the earlier Wheel o' Cum decision(?) 
to go about in public with cum on her face.  This brought another round 
of cheers which quickly died down again as the man lowered his briefs to 
reveal a healthy five-plus inch penis pulsating with excitement.  Not 
only would we have those luscious melons wrapped around his stiffy, not 
only would he be able to blow his load on her chest and/or face in front 
of hundreds or thousands of jealous fans, but she would proudly display 
his cum on her body for the remainder of the evening.

The increasingly proud man lifted a leg up and over Brenda's body to 
straddle her.  He held onto her bare shoulders for stability as he 
maneuvered in his lowered slacks until he throbbing penis was over 
Brenda's sternum.  She reached up, letting her heavy breasts roll to the 
sides, and took his hands lightly in her own.  Guiding them down to her 
chest, she placed his fingers on the sides of her boobs and helped him 
for the first few seconds to slowly push them together around his cock.

He took it from there, growing more bold with each passing second that 
his hands and his aching cock were in contact with her magnificent 
breasts.  He palmed her tits, relishing the feel of her nipples against 
his palms and the firm squishiness of her ample breast flesh under his 
fingers.  Once he felt certain he could maintain his balance over her, he 
pushed those perfect breasts together to completely engulf his cock.  He 
then began a rapid but short series of thrusts.  The feel of her hot skin 
all around his member was magical.  He shut his eyes and moaned softly as 
he felt his balls beginning to boil with the urgent need to cum.  He 
pushed his penis farther until the head peaked out from Brenda's 
cleavage, then pulled back to make another thrust, then another.

"Fuck my tits.  Cum for me baby!" Brenda cried.  She really wasn't 
getting much out of this and wanted to move on to the next thing.  Her 
vocalizations brought about the desired effect as the second place winner 
soon lost the battle with the inevitability of his ejaculation.  A series 
of rapid spurts of extremely warm semen washed up Brenda's neck and chin, 
with some being held tight within the confines of her squeezed-together 
tits.

"Oh yeah.  Good job," she cooed as the man did his best to swing one leg 
over and stand fully upright beside her.  Brenda reached up and took his 
prick in her left hand, giving him one long, hard stroke to squeeze out 
the last of his cum onto her fingers.  She brought her hand to her mouth 
and licked at the little bit there.  "Mmm, not bad."

"You're beautiful!" the man blurted.  "You're so beautiful.  I could make 
you so happy.  Can I call you sometime?"

One of Brenda's bodyguards strode onto the scene and escorted the man 
back to the crowd as he pulled up and zipped up.

"One more thing," Brenda said as she rolled off of the bench and got onto 
her knees on the floor beside the weight machine.  "I'm making a one time 
offer to my production crew who have been so good over these past three 
months.  You guys have stood by, not being able to do anything, while 
I've played with myself and gone around naked in public and given sloppy 
blow jobs to other guys.  You've never once tried to force me into having 
sex with you and I want to reward your professionalism.  Tonight only, 
any guy on my production crew is welcome to come up and relieve months of 
sexual frustration by jacking off over my face."

As Brenda made this announcement, the cum which had been blasted up over 
her chest and neck began to dribble down in a long, sticky line dangling 
from her chin.

"Come one, come all," Brenda said, giving hungry looks to all her 
lighting and camera crew as well as to her producer.


Chapter 63

"Hold it, hold it, hold it!" Thomas Hardcastle shouted over the roar of 
the crowd and the rush of his camera and light crew.  He knelt down 
beside Brenda, held his microphone to her face and asked, "You just 
offered to take a cum shot from every man on the film crew.  Is that 
right?"

"Yes, that's right Thomas.  You can be first if you like.  Well, but I've 
already given you a hand job so let someone else go first."

Thomas Hardcastle stood and turned toward the audience and cameras.  
"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't know what to say.  Our talented and 
beautiful star has made an offer which no man on this crew - no man on 
this green Earth - could refuse.  This truly was not expected."  Turning 
more to his crews now, he added, "If anyone of you would prefer not to be 
captured on film as a participant of tonight's activities, or if you're 
just so dedicated to your work that you can pass up this opportunity, no 
one will think any less of you.  But let's take Brenda's offer in stride 
and come up one at a time so we can keep the lights and cameras going."

The first lucky crewman to make his way into to clearing with Brenda and 
Thomas was the second unit cameraman Roger.  The short, bald man had been 
nothing but professional with Brenda for the past few months.  Not once 
could she recall seeing him rubbing his crotch through his pants or 
making obscene gestures or sounds to her.  Now he stood with his rigid 
cock in one hand and a hand-held camcorder in the other at his chest 
pointed downward.

"Will you give it a lick to start off?" Roger asked with his chin in his 
chest looking down on the gorgeous woman kneeling naked before him.

Brenda did more than that.  She wrapped two fingers and a thumb around 
his rod and took his head completely into her moist, warm mouth.  
Swirling her tongue expertly under his glans she felt him tremble.  She 
withdrew her mouth and licked up the underside of his cock from his ball 
sack all the way to the tip of his head.  "Now spray me down big guy," 
Brenda teased, still with the second place raffle winner's cum coating 
her neck and chest.

Roger took firm hold of his penis and began to jack off with furious 
speed.  His hand was a blur up and down his shaft.  Raj from the first 
unit team maneuvered his full size shoulder cam around to get a good shot 
of them as Brenda lifted and squeezed her breasts together and Roger kept 
up his furious pumping.  Brenda encouraged him by saying, "Come on.  Cum 
on me.  I want your hot, sticky cum all over my tits.  Come on big guy.  
Cover me."

"Suck your tits for me!" Roger grunted.  Brenda, already having her 
mammaries in her hands, lifted them a bit more until she could just lick 
her own nipples with her tongue stretched all the way out.  "Oh fuck 
yeah!" Roger grunted again as he began to shoot his wad.  He laid four 
lines of cum in a row down Brenda's left cheek, over left hand and onto 
her left nipple.

"Oh yeah!  So hot," Brenda cheered.  She again licked her nipple and 
tasted the salty cum.  She knew then that her relationship with the older 
cameraman was changed forever.

Roger floated back and steadied his camera now with both hands, leaving 
his penis hanging out of his fly as it became limp.

Lighting man Ivan was next up, leaving his pole-mounted directional light 
in Kimberly's hands.  "You're not really?" she asked him before he 
trotted into the clearing.  "The boss is going to have you guys' asses."

The size of Ivan's impressive cock surprised Brenda.  Being that she'd 
never seen these guys' dicks and given the very professional way they'd 
always worked with her, she'd never really thought that they might be 
well hung.  But the son of a Russian immigrant produced a six-plus incher 
and went right to work masturbating over her face.  As he worked the 
shaft, Brenda stretched her body upward a bit to be able to lick the 
underside of his cock head.

This was all the encouragement Ivan needed to send a massive gush of hot 
white semen up Brenda's forehead and into her hair.  He kept stroking but 
took a step back so he could angle his cock to land the next gush right 
over her lips.  A third, fourth and fifth spurt, each lower in volume and 
force, coated Brenda's chin and neck.  He quickly stuffed his penis back 
into his pants, turned and raised both hands over his head like a world 
wrestling champion who's just been given the coveted belt.  He returned 
to take his light from Kimberly who shook her head at him.  Raj was the 
last of the camera and lighting crew to go up and Kimberly shook her head 
at him as well as she took hold of his camera.

Raj, who was adept at working his camera with one hand anyway,  had been 
rubbing his crotch this whole time and was about ready to bust a nut even 
before he got up to Brenda.  She again stretched up to lick the underside 
of the offered penis but as she did Raj lost his control and shot a 
tremendous wad of cum right into her mouth.

Brenda coughed and choked at the unexpected intrusion.  She couldn't help 
but spit it out, which gave Raj few choices on where to put the rest of 
his semen.  He coated Brenda's hair and forehead before watching it slide 
down one side of her nose and over her lips.  Brenda apologized through a 
series of coughs as she tried to work the remaining cum in the back of 
her mouth either up and out or down and in.

Thomas gave her time to compose herself and waited for a thumbs-up 
indicating she was now ready for him.  Giving up his microphone to the 
every useful Kimberly, who had no use for going up and standing over 
Brenda's upturned face, Thomas took hold of his cock and gave it a few 
slow strokes.  The sight of all his crews' cum running down her angelic 
face was more of a turn-on than he'd thought and he came quickly as well, 
though he was back far enough that his cum arced through the air and 
splattered over her tits.

"Well," Thomas called aloud, "I think we all owe Brenda a huge round of 
applause."

Everyone in the place clapped and cheered.

Taking back his microphone, Thomas asked Brenda, "So what are you going 
to do now?  Do you want a towel?  Do you need to go wash off?"

"No way, this stuff is on to stay," Brenda replied, pointing vaguely to 
her chest with both index fingers.  "I'm going to put in a few more 
minutes on the treadmill before we draw the grand prize winner."

As the audience watched, Brenda returned to the treadmill where she'd 
begun the evening.  Now completely naked save for her socks and shoes and 
with gobs of cum clinging in her hair and running down her cheeks and 
chest, she programmed a vigorous two minute jog.  The machine began 
slowly to give her time but soon sped up to where she had to almost run 
to stay in place.  Her large, heavy, gravity-defying breasts bounced and 
jiggled, glistening with cum under the lights.  She pumped her arms at 
her sides as she jogged and kept her eyes focused straight ahead to the 
wall so as not to see the camera flashes and leering stares of her 
adoring, horny-as-hell fans.

As the two minutes counted down, the treadmill began to slow and Brenda 
hopped off before it stopped completely.  Wiping cum from around her 
eyes, she returned to the Wheel o' Cum to draw the final door prize.

"Brenda, you've put on a most excellent show tonight and on behalf of the 
Channel 69 film crew I want to thank you for everything you've done.  
There's just one thing left to do and that's to choose the winner of your 
grand prize.  What will this person win?"

"The grand prize winner will get to watch me shower and then have ten 
minutes alone with me and a cameraman to do whatever they want."  She 
took a breath.  "Whatever they want except anal.  Oh and if they want to 
fuck me, they have to wear a condom."

The crowd's reaction was almost unanimous as they cried out in 
disappointment.

"Well then, let's draw the number, find out who the winner is, and then 
tonight's show will be done.  Next week we'll air the special ten minute 
scene with the grand prize winner and Brenda alone in the shower room."

For the last time that night Brenda reached into the bowl of ticket 
stubs, fished around and came up with a number.  With each digit she read 
the tension in the air thickened.  Every man was certain she was going to 
call his number.

"One oh one," she began.  Mouths began to water.  "Three," Brenda 
continued.  Hearts began to race.  Every single guy was ready to suck 
Brenda's tits and fuck her in any number of positions for a full ten 
minutes.  "Eighty-two."

Again the cries of disappointment filled the room as every single man 
there discovered that he was not a winner.

A tall, slightly heavy-set woman with short black hair and tattoos 
evident on her arms strode confidently forward.  She held out her ticket 
to Thomas Hardcastle to confirm the number.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner," he announced with a smile.  
"Goodnight everyone, and remember to tune in next week for the special - 
the very special - grand prize performance.  Thank you and drive safely."

Brenda's body guards and the Channel 69 crews ushered their star and the 
winner to the back of the building as the rest of the fitness spa's staff 
on hand let the crowd out, alone and dejected, into the cool October 
night.

As promised, Brenda led her winner, a woman simply calling herself Mary, 
to the shower room where she had Mary hand her the soap and wash cloth 
while she showered to get some of the marking pen off her body.  It took 
a good deal of scrubbing but eventually she was more or less clean.  Mary 
held the towel and patted Brenda dry, going from head to foot and back up 
again.

During this time the entire crew plus Wynona Hoover and Brenda's husband 
Jim were present.  The ten minutes alone had not started.  Brenda noted a 
certain look of seething rage in Wynona's eyes and smirking lips.  Mary 
apparently noticed the same and, having been a fan of the show for some 
time, knew of Brenda and Wynona's closeness.  When Brenda was all dry, 
Mary put a hand behind Brenda's head, pulled her close and gave her a 
snog.

"Well alright, this promises to be fun!" said Jim who was just happy the 
winner was not a man.

Brenda, taking the cue that Mary liked to be the dominant one and having 
already stated that the winner would get to do whatever they wanted 
(putting that person in a dominant position regardless) lowered her gaze 
to the floor and asked quietly, "What will you have me do, mistress?"

"Hm, I like the way you think," Mary smirked.  "I thought we could go 
into the steam room for a while.  I want you to give me a full body, full 
contact massage."

"Yes ma'am," Brenda said as she began to move in the direction of the 
steam room.  Mary caught her by the elbow before she'd gone two steps.

"And then I want to fist you."

"You what?!"  Brenda's gaze shot up to eye level with the woman.

"Have you ever been fisted?"

"No!  No I haven't.  It sounds painful."  Brenda's brow twisted as she 
made faces thinking about it.

"Actually it's quite pleasant.  I'll be gentle since it's your first 
time, but I guarantee once you've done it that you'll want it again and 
again."

"I don't know about this.  That's pretty weird.  I mean, couldn't we just 
rub each other?  Maybe finger each other?"

Mary turned to Thomas.  "I was promised anything I want short of anal."

Thomas attempted to spare his star without aggravating a fan of the show.  
"Would you take an extra five minutes with her doing something else 
instead?"

"That wasn't the deal.  Ten minutes is fine, but I want to fist her."

Thomas pulled out his wallet.  "How about fifty dollars and fifteen 
minutes doing something else?"

"No Thomas, it's alright," Brenda said.  "I said anything and I'll stick 
by what I said."  She took Mary by the hand and led her off to the steam 
room.  Kimberly followed after a nod from Thomas.  She took a small 
camcorder with her as the big cameras were too expensive to risk losing 
to condensation and heat.

Brenda undressed Mary item by item starting with her tee shirt and bra.  
Brenda kept her body close to Mary's as she stepped around behind the 
other woman to reach down and unbutton  her blue jeans.  She worked one 
hand down under Mary's panties and found to her disappointment that the 
woman was shaved bare down there.  "Well," she figured, "at least I won't 
get hair in my mouth if she tells me to eat her out."

Playing with her fingers under Mary's panties, Brenda breathed lightly on 
the woman's earlobes and rubbed her right cheek against Mary's neck.  
Then she bent, running her lips down the other woman's spine while 
pulling her jeans and panties down her thick thighs.  She knelt and 
unlaced Mary's shoes before helping her step out of the last of her 
clothes.

Mary wasn't fat but she was a bit chunky; not really Brenda's type but 
still reasonably attractive otherwise.  She had tattoos on both arms and 
a kind of sunburst ring tattoo around her navel.

"Do you want to be on your front or back?" Brenda asked as she headed 
toward a wooden bench.

"Start with my back and then I'll roll over after a couple minutes."

Mary lay down and got comfortable, with her arms bent overhead where she 
could rest her forehead on them.  Brenda straddled her ass, lowering 
herself slowly until her inner thighs made contact, and began to rub 
Mary's shoulders.

She began with the shoulders but soon moved down to rub in slow circles 
over Mary's shoulder blades.  Then she moved down and began rubbing with 
more force on the woman's lower back from the spine outward.

Brenda scooted herself down until she could slap and then kneed the 
woman's jiggly ass cheeks.  She kept that up for half a minute before 
sliding her hands over the woman's hips and down in front to her bald 
pubic mound.  Bending forward to press her tits into Mary's back, Brenda 
wiggled her way up with her hands running over the woman's belly until 
they reached the swell of her breasts.  By now Brenda's own breasts were 
hanging to each side of Mary's neck.  She rose up and moved her hands to 
Mary's back again, tracing lines with her fingernails down her back.

"Okay, time for the front," Brenda announced as she put her weight on one 
knee to let Mary scoot to the side and roll over.

Brenda's pussy lips came in contact with Mary's smooth mound and she 
placed her hands around Mary's waist.  From there she ran her hands 
firmly up Mary's sides to her tits lying flattened out to each side.  
Brenda took a breast in each hand and rolled them toward each other, 
watching them ripple and bounce.  She pushed them together until Mary's 
nipples touched each other, then bent forward to lick them just once.  
She felt Mary shiver all over.

"You're pretty good at this," said the dyke.  "Slow and steady.  You've 
got me all hot and bothered."  She reached up and cupped Brenda's larger 
breasts from below.  The two women spent a good half a minute just 
jiggling each other's tits before Brenda returned her own hands to Mary's 
sides, bent forward until their tits mashed together, and then began 
sliding her body down and then up her fan's trunk.  Her breasts now hung 
over Mary's face and the woman politely returned the favor of licking her 
nipples.

The sensation was indeed electric and Brenda shuddered.  This was her 
first real, unscripted and unexpected lesbian experience.  She was 
simultaneously turned on more than she'd ever been in her life and 
skeptical about whether she should even be doing this.  And what about 
poor Wynona outside, only able to imagine what they were doing in the 
steam room?  Wynona whose gentle touch had so aroused Brenda a few months 
before; Wynona who had long been Brenda's object of lesbian fantasies 
which she never thought would actually be followed through.  The younger 
woman was all but dying to get her tongue and fingers into Brenda's pussy 
- she'd seen the look dozens of times when they were out playing nude in 
public places or teasing each other and the camera at home.

"Four minutes left," Kimberly announced.

"Well, we'd better get on with it," Mary said, pulling herself up to a 
lounging position.  Brenda rolled to the side and sat with one hand 
firmly clamped over her own pussy.  Mary sat on the floor of the steam 
room just beside Brenda's legs.  "Let's see how wet you are.  You need to 
be good and wet."  Pulling Brenda's trembling hand away, Mary dipped two 
fingers just inside the TV star's pussy lips.  "Oh very nice.  You're 
dripping with anticipation.  See?  I told you this would be fun.  And 
you'll never want to have sex again without being fisted.  Just relax and 
let me show you a really good time."

Brenda shut her eyes and tensed up as Mary slowly pushed two fingers deep 
into her vagina.  Mary pressed all around her inner walls, turning her 
hand over to locate Brenda's g-spot.  She apparently found it as Brenda 
suddenly jerked and whimpered between clamped lips.

Mary withdrew her fingers and tasted Brenda's juices on them.

"Three minutes," announced Kimberly.

Mary now slowly pushed three fingers into Brenda's dripping snatch.  She 
slid them in and out several times, running her fingertips over Brenda's 
most sensitive spot.

Brenda was getting turned on in spite of her desire to play it cool.  She 
pulled on her own nipples and squirmed in her seat as Mary withdrew her 
fingers, bent her knuckles at the second joint to present a kind of four 
finger wedge and pushed back into Brenda's womanhood.

Tucking her thumb under her index finger, Mary continued to push forward.  
She told Brenda how beautiful she was and how good this was going to feel 
once she was all the way in.  Brenda only whimpered again, her eyes still 
shut tight.

Brenda's juices were running over Mary's hand now, making it easier to 
slide the girth of it into Brenda's canal.  But as she'd often found, 
getting in past the knuckles was the hardest part.  Once she got in that 
far, it was easy the rest of the way and within another minuted only her 
wrist was visible outside of Brenda's body.

Mary began to slowly push and then pull, then push again deeper inside of 
Brenda's pussy.

"Oh god!" Brenda groaned from deep in her belly.  "I'm so full.  God 
you're filling me up."

"That's how it should feel.  You'll never feel as full or as completely 
stimulated with a dick as you do with a fist."

Mary began to slowly twist her hand around inside of Brenda's canal, 
trying to reach all her sensitive spots with the lumpiness of her 
knuckles.

When Kimberly announced there was one minute left, Brenda was up against 
the wall,  hands flat on the bench beneath her and staring down at the 
arm protruding from her pussy.  She had her mouth open in a non-stop, low 
grunt of extreme pleasure.  As the seconds ticked down and Mary continued 
to twist, turn and piston her fist in Brenda's canal, Brenda became 
vaguely aware that she was both gushing warm pussy juice down over Mary's 
arm and drooling uncontrollably down between her own tits.  Her belly 
wriggled as muscles tensed and released over and over.  She began to 
howl, throwing back her head and gasping for air.  More fluid flowed out 
around Mary's arm.  Brenda began to buck her hips as the third orgasm in 
less than twenty seconds ripped through her.

Kimberly counted down the time remaining but Brenda couldn't hear it over 
her own ecstatic howling.  "Five... four... three... two... one.  That's 
it.  Thank you for your participation."

Mary withdrew her hand, leaving Brenda slouching like a rag doll on the 
wooden bench, rose and kissed the star on the lips before departing.

End of part 22

NOTE:  If you've missed the story so far, you can download it free of 
charge at my website at http://sirrender.syntheticdimension.net/.  As of 
November 2007 I am still adding new chapters to "What Some People Will 
Do" and looking for new ideas and directions for the story.  I have put a 
feedback form on my website if you would like to make suggestions.    
Thank you!  Sir Render

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