The Drive Back


Part 21

Chapter 60

Brenda Young turned the knob and cracked open her front door.  She 
shielded her naked body behind it and peeked out at the delivery man 
holding a plain brown cardboard box against his hip with one arm, his 
free hand clutching a clipboard.

A result of the fact Brenda had just willfully broken her marital 
vows with her husband's second cousin twice removed (or some 
similarly distant relation) and the fact that she had very nearly 
been caught in the act by her husband calling home from work -- which 
served only to heighten her state of arousal -- was that this 
moderately attractive, slightly scruffy-bearded twenty-something man 
standing on her doorstep was much more appealing to her than she 
probably would have found him under normal circumstances.  Her heart 
beat was racing and her face and chest were still flushed with 
excitement.  The heat between her legs pulsed like an old-time neon 
sign in front of a night club; any man she saw while in this state 
would have appeared to be several points higher on the scale of 
attractiveness and she wanted him; wanted him to want her.

"Oh, um--" she started.  "You took me by surprise.  Is that, um, is 
that for me?"

The man glanced at his clipboard.  "It's for Jim Young."

"Well that's my husband but, uh, he's at work... for another couple 
of hours," Brenda said.  She pulled the door open slightly wider, 
still standing behind it.  "Do you want to come in and set it down?"

"Sorry, we're not allowed to enter a customer's house," the man 
replied.  "I can leave it on the step or hand it to you, but I do 
need you to sign for it."

"Oh..." Brenda's voice trailed off.  She bit her lower lip and 
pondered whether to make her next move so boldly.  The sensation of 
her own pussy juice and Mikey's semen running down her thighs 
reminded her that she had already crossed that line and become a 
brazen hussy.

The delivery man wished he was a reality TV show cameraman as the 
Young residence front door swung fully open and Brenda stood in all 
her naked glory before his eyes.  She shook her wavy brown hair which 
bounced lightly above her shoulders.  As his eyes panned down he took 
a deep breath at the sight of her firm, full breasts with nipples 
stiff and erect.  Her body glistened with perspiration and a strong 
musky scent reached his nostrils.  He continued down over the toned 
flat expanse of her stomach and the hourglass shape of her her slim 
waist as it widened into her hips.  Her legs were long and smooth 
with a tuft of light brown fur just above her gaping labia.

Brenda strode out onto the front doorstep as if she believed herself 
to be fully clothed.  She reached out and took the clipboard from the 
man's hand and signed her name on the electronic screen.

"I must look like an absolute wreck," she commented.  "You caught me 
in the middle of... something."  She winked at him alluringly.  "Are 
you sure you can't bring it in the house for me?"

The man looked up and down the street which, at midday as it was now, 
was fairly quiet and deserted.

"I'd like you to help me get it in and pull it out for me," Brenda 
continued to tease.

"I'm sorry, it's the rules.  If my boss found out I'd lose my job.  
Don't... don't get me wrong.  I'd love to, err, help.  You're not the 
first woman to tease me like this but you are the first to step 
outside fully naked."

"Well, if you can't come in then tell me... do delivery men accept 
tits?  I mean tips!"  Brenda had not actually intended that exact 
Freudian slip and clamped her hand over her mouth in genuine shock.  
But to her further surprise the man did reach out and gently squeeze 
her right breast.  Just once.

"Is that the package uncle Jim was expecting?" Mike asked as he 
entered the living room from the hallway.

Brenda's eyes went wide.  "Oh my god!" she thought.  "Now this hot 
guy thinks I've been screwing my nephew!"

The delivery man cleared his throat and quickly set the box down on 
the doorstep.  "I've got other deliveries I have to make.  Have a 
nice day."  He turned and hurried back to his step van while Brenda 
turned and stared at Mikey with wide eyes and open mouth.  She was 
relieved to see the young man had at least put on a pair of shorts 
before walking in on her flirtatious conversation with the delivery 
man.

"Pull that inside if you would," she said to him as she rushed past 
and up the stairs to her room.  Mikey dutifully retrieved the brown 
box, shut and locked the front door then set the box on the coffee 
table beside his laptop computer.

Six or seven minutes later Brenda came down the stairs.  She had 
cleaned herself up a bit and dressed in a white and blue t-shirt and 
pair of sand colored shorts.  Mikey noted her stiff nipples pushing 
against the cotton shirt and wondered if she always went braless or 
only during the past week that she'd been teasing him.  The amazing 
firmness of her heavy breasts made him think she could not possibly 
go braless on a regular basis.  There was no sign of any sag in them 
yet they were far too large to defy gravity.  Then again her whole 
body was in great shape and she kept her skin smooth and tight -- she 
had no sign of wrinkles or sag in any area.  Brenda was the model of 
virgin teen health and vigor despite being almost thirty.

"Listen, Mikey," she began, seating herself in the recliner at the 
near end of the coffee table and avoiding eye contact with him.  "We 
need to talk about this."  She wrung her hands as she tried to find 
the words.  "What we did was not right.  It was wrong and I'm to 
blame.  I'm really sorry if I led you on.  You're a nice guy but... 
I'm a married woman and it wasn't right for me to force myself on you 
like that."

"I didn't mind," Mikey said with a smile.

"We can't tell Jim about this," Brenda said sternly.  "It happened.  
It was good.  But we can't let it happen again."

"Are you sure?" Mikey asked.  "Because I'm ready to go again."

Brenda's jaw quivered.  She was still coming down off her sex high 
and the prospect of being plowed again was tempting.  She shook her 
head vigorously.  "No!  It has to stop.  This will be our own little 
secret; a special thing that we shared just this once but never 
again."

"Agreed."

"Now then, what do you suppose is inside this box?"

"I don't know.  Where's it from?"

Brenda scooted to the edge of the recliner and pulled the box to the 
closest end of the table.  "Novelty Entertainment," she read aloud 
from the return address label.

"What, like disappearing ink and fake vomit?"

Brenda laughed.  "I don't think Jim would be into that kind of 
thing."  Then she said, "Be a dear and run and get me the scissors 
from the kitchen."

When Mikey returned with the scissors Brenda used the blades to slice 
through the packing tape.  Within seconds the cardboard box was open 
and Brenda pulled out something called a Naughty Weekender Kit.  The 
box was printed in a way that made it look pretty high class -- it 
spoke of passion and romance and lasting longer during lovemaking but 
did so without garish colors and different sized text twisted and 
rotated in all imaginable angles to grab attention.  It was rather 
subdued and simple with elegant calligraphy lettering and one or two 
small soft-focus photos showing lovers embracing.

"I guess I shouldn't have opened this," Brenda said, stuffing it back 
into the shipping box.  "You shouldn't see this."

Mikey snorted.  He'd just seen her naked and fucked her brains out 
while she talked on the phone with her husband but she was trying to 
be modest with a box of sex toys.  Sometimes he just didn't 
understand women.

Brenda spent all night Monday and all day Tuesday agonizing over her 
public performance to come that night.  She'd started with a fresh 
pad of notebook paper jotting down ideas for three prizes to be 
raffled and went through at least half a dozen sheets before she felt 
she had a good set to offer.  She immediately ripped up the papers 
and deposited them in the trash.

Mikey got the call from the company with which he had interviewed at 
around 10:30.  They thanked him for his interest but told him the 
position had been filled.  Wynona, who had stopped by to see how 
Brenda was getting along, invited Mikey out to a "Screw them!" lunch 
and promised she would make his trip worthwhile.  Brenda gave her 
friend a wink as she advised her not to do anything she wouldn't do.  
She had not told Wyn about her extramarital affair with the young man 
the previous day and knew she was eager to lay the guy before he left 
that evening.  Just to get Mikey up and running with the idea Brenda 
took Wynona in her arms, held her close and kissed her on the lips to 
say goodbye.

This left Brenda alone for a couple of hours during the midday.  When 
the mail arrived she thought about striding out to the street in 
nothing but her birthday suit or some sheer lingerie to collect it 
but decided that was nothing compared to what she was going to do and 
have done to her later that night.

Thomas Hardcastle phoned at around 3:30 to go over final details and 
thoughts about the live performance.  Wynona and Mikey finally showed 
up a little after 4:30 and Brenda thought her best friend was 
absolutely glowing.  She also noted Wyn had done a complete change of 
clothes since she last saw her.

"Will you be at my show tonight?" Brenda asked Wynona as she did some 
preliminary nude stretches in the living room with all the window 
shades pulled open.

"I might," the younger woman replied as she stood admiring Brenda's 
body.  Mikey also admired the sight from a little farther back in the 
room.  "Will you make it worth my while?" Wynona asked with a smile.

Brenda stood with her hands on her hips.  "You can towel me off," she 
offered.

With a huff Wynona asked, "Is that all?"

"Well, I can't give more to you than I give to my fans.  It wouldn't 
be fair."

"Speaking of which, have you decided what prizes to offer?"

"Yes, I--" Brenda stopped short as she noticed, as if for the first 
time, that Mikey was still in the room.  She stepped closer to 
Wynona, took her by the arm and led her upstairs to the master 
bedroom.  "I'm giving three raffle prizes.  The first one gets to 
hold my ankles while I do crunches and sit-ups.  I figure I'll be 
doing that early on anyway as a warm up so it makes sense to get the 
third place prize out of the way there."

"That's not much of a prize," Wynona commented.

"Well, I will be naked, he'll be holding me down and looking right up 
my pussy while I'm working out."

"He's gonna want something more than that, hon."

Brenda threw her arms in the air.  She'd literally spent hours 
planning these prizes.  "Well what do you suggest?"

"How about he gets to keep your top, too?  Something to remember you 
by.  A prize he can actually take home."

"That's a great idea!" Brenda exclaimed much too loudly to have not 
been heard from downstairs.

"Okay so what's second place?"

Brenda thought she'd be cute and answered, "It's not quite first 
place but it's better than third."  Wynona just rolled her eyes.  
"Second place gets to tit fuck me on the weight bench."

"All the way?" Wynona asked with one raised eybrow.

"Yeah.  Until he cums."

"Good.  But what if it's a girl?"

"If it's a girl and if she's into things like that -- I guess she'd 
have to be to be there at all tonight -- then she can suck my tits."

"Will you suck hers?  I mean, let's say I'm the girl who wins this 
prize.  I get to suck your tits but what will you do for me?"

"Sure Wyn, I'll suck your tits anytime," Brenda said, licking her 
lips and cupping Wynona's breasts through her top.

"Does second place get to keep your shorts?  If third gets your top 
as a souvenir then second should get your shorts or panties or 
something."

"Oh of course," Brenda said with a dismissive wave as if to suggest 
she'd been planning that all along.

"Okay, so how about the top prize?  It's got to be something 
special."

"Fifteen minutes with me in the steam room."

"Doing?"

"Whatever they want.  Well, whatever they want except anal.  I don't 
do anal."

"I don't blame you.  It's pretty sick.  Especially when they then 
want to put their dick back in your mouth.  Eww!"

As they chatted Brenda continued her stretches on the carpeted floor 
of her bedroom.  Eventually Jim arrived home from the office.  Brenda 
slipped on a terrycloth bathrobe and greeted him downstairs with a 
kiss.  Wynona excused herself to go back to her place and freshen up 
before the show.  Mikey had already retreated into the guest bedroom 
upstairs to pack his bags for his trip home.  Unbeknown to Brenda or 
Jim packed away a few of his favorite videotapes from the collection 
of Brenda's shows.

The three of them ate a quick meal at home and then Brenda retreated 
to her bedroom to wash up and get dressed.  When she returned both 
men could not help but stare.  The clothes she had chosen made her 
look like Lara Croft from the video game series; tight blue bike 
shorts -- and judging from the clear outline of her pussy lips she 
wasn't wearing any panties underneath, a light gray sports bra which 
held her large breasts still but exaggerated their shape and gravity-
defying ability, powder blue ankle socks and white running shoes.  
She also wore a single terrycloth wrist band colored bright red.

Jim knew of Brenda's performance tonight and they had discussed how 
far she would go, but she had not actually asked her husband if he 
wanted to come and watch.  She did so now and he reacted as if he had 
always been planning to attend.

As they walked out to their car, Mikey carried his duffel bag and bid 
them adieu.  Brenda gave the younger man a warm hug and kisses him on 
the cheek, then with her face just inches from his gave him a wink 
and a wicked grin.  Jim gave his second cousin or whatever relation 
he was a hearty handshake and they split off to their respective 
cars.


Chapter 61

Arriving at the new, as yet not open to the public, fitness spa, 
Brenda Young and her husband Jim quickly made their way through the 
already growing line of fans waiting to be let in.  For the most part 
they were respectful as they cheered and called her name; some 
shouted marriage proposals and other kinds of propositions, but many 
others just waved, smiled, shook Brenda's hand and asked if she was 
ready for the show.  A small group of protesters had also gathered 
out in the parking lot, carrying signs decrying indecency and 
shouting about going to Hell and the downfall of American society.  
Brenda only heard them for a minute or so as she was soon led into 
the building and the doors were again locked.

The wide area of the gym was quiet and empty (well, empty of people, 
there were plenty of weight and exercise machines filling up space).  
Brenda waved to each of her familiar camera and lighting crew as she 
passed by them with Thomas Hardcastle leading the way and going over 
the route of Brenda's workout routine one last time.  Brenda pointed 
out the spots where she thought it best to stop and give away each of 
the prizes.

Thomas also introduced Brenda to two big strapping lads in tight 
muscle shirts who would be her personal trainers and spotters for the 
evening.  "They'll do double duty as security if necessary, but so 
far the crowd seems pretty calm."

"I expect that will change once my little darling starts taking it 
off," Jim said as he gave Brenda's waist a squeeze.

"Quite so," Thomas replied.  "Well Brenda, you tell us when you're 
ready to begin and we'll open the doors."

"Just let me put my purse away and straighten my makeup."  In fact 
Brenda's makeup was perfectly fine but she needed to use the restroom 
and would still spend several minutes in front of the mirror making 
sure she looked just right anyway.  While she was gone Thomas 
explained to Jim that this was a live event with no cut and no take 
two.  Once Brenda started and the cameras were rolling there was no 
stopping.  He wanted to make sure that Jim was okay with this in case 
things went a little farther than originally planned.

"I've watched you talk my wife into swallowing sperm from strangers 
and I haven't broken your nose yet, have I?" was Jim's contrite 
response.

When Brenda returned she noted the infamous Wheel 'o Cum had been 
wheeled into position in the middle of the gym.  She groaned.

"Just one spin," Thomas pleaded.  "Your fans are paying to see this 
show so let's make it the best we've done."  Brenda hesitantly agreed 
after watching for a reaction from Jim.  He just smiled and nodded at 
her.

The doors were at long last opened and admissions collected from 
every man woman and child -- wait a minute!  There were no children, 
just men and women.  Yeah, that's right.  Twenty-five dollars a head 
which meant that guys paid double as per Thomas' ingenious pricing 
scheme.  And every single guy there was plenty happy to fork over the 
fifty dollars.

And there were women.  Maybe a half dozen in all but they were there.

Brenda immediately began sizing up her fans and deciding which ones 
she hoped would win each of her prizes.  The man ranged in age from 
maybe twenty up to fifty; one or two were pretty hot and another 
couple were cute enough.  Only two of the women were really 
attractive to Brenda but she chalked that up to the fact that she 
really wasn't into women so figured the others were probably pretty 
alright looking, too.

Once all the paying spectators were in the doors were again closed 
and locked to prevent the continuing vigil of protesters from coming 
in and causing trouble.

Thomas welcomed everyone to the first What Some People Will Do live 
event, discussed some o the show's history and its most successful 
(as per phone calls and letters received by the station) episodes.  
He then introduced the star of the show.

Brenda strutted out through a doorway to the wading pool and hot tub 
area.  She stepped high and ran her hands up and down her curvaceous 
body, waved to her fans, blew kisses and once or twice stopped, 
turned away and shook her butt for their enjoyment.

Thomas presented the Wheel 'o Cum and explained that whatever it 
landed on would dictate what Brenda would be doing at some point 
during the evening.  Brenda stepped up and took firm hold of the 
wheel, rocked it forward and back a couple of times and then let it 
spin.

The tension in the air grew as the wheel spun four, five, six times 
around before slowing to where the audience could begin to hope and 
pray for which placard would end up under the arrow.  The wheel 
slowed but kept ticking past item after item until it finally ran out 
of steam and stopped on Go Around in Public With Cum on Your Face.

Brenda was at least thankful it hadn't ticked over to the next item 
which would have required her to eat cum on a slice of pizza.

"Alright!" Brenda called over the noise of cheering, whistling and 
cat calls.  "Sometime tonight I will be taking a facial and wearing 
it the rest of the evening.  But right now I need to warm up for my 
workout.  I need to stretch and loosen up before I get all hot and 
sweaty."  The wheel was wheeled off by Thomas and Brenda used the 
newly opened floor space to get down and stretch.  She did ballet 
splits and leaned forward until she could hold her foot in both 
hands.  She then twisted around and leaned out the other way until 
she could hold that foot in both hands.

Still with her legs spread as far as they would go, Brenda raised her 
arms overhead and stretched up and to the left, then over to the 
right, then forward.  Placing both hands on the carpet behind her, 
she brought her legs in together, leaned back and did a few leg 
lifts.

After another five or so minutes of warming up and doing some cardio-
vascular exercises, Brenda got up and made her way to a nearby 
treadmill.  One of her handsome, muscle-bound assistants helped her 
to program it for a ten minute brisk walk.  It started off slow but 
built up speed with every few steps she took.  Soon she was walking 
so fast that her wavy brown locks kept swaying into her eyes.  
Without breaking her stride Brenda pulled her hair back into a small 
pony tail and worked the sweatband from around her wrist to hold the 
tail in place behind her head.  This began the stripping session.

Brenda watched the timer count down to five minutes and, again 
without breaking stride, she took hold of her gray sports bra from 
underneath with both hands and pulled it quickly over her head.  She 
slung it over one of the foam padding support bars of the treadmill 
as her audience cheered their first live sight of her magnificent 
breasts.

She made sure to sway her arms in a somewhat exaggerated fashion as 
she walked to help her boobs sway and bounce.  This got another round 
of applause.

Brenda could feel her pulse rising and her breathing started to 
become shallow.  She was not used to walking this fast and certainly 
not for such a long time in one go.  However good shape she was in, 
she was just not built for this.  Beads of sweat began to collect and 
run down her forehead and cheeks, but she felt good.  The adoration 
of her fans and, really, their civility and respect for her personal 
space filled her with joy.

The final minuted ticked down on the digital timer and the treadmill 
slowed little by little until Brenda could safely stop walking 
without being flung off the machine.  By now her whole body was 
beginning to glisten with perspiration and the stares of her audience 
told her that they appreciated it.

Moving on to an exercise cycle with a particularly high seat, Brenda 
wiped her face with her sports bra, straddled the seat in her long 
but skin tight bike shorts and began riding.  The motion immediately 
sent her unrestrained breasts into a fit of bouncing alternate to one 
another and slapping together much more audibly than Brenda would 
have probably liked.

I should point out that each machine selected by Brenda and Thomas 
for the night's activities was specially chosen because of its 
position in relation to open areas where the audience and cameras 
could watch.  Brenda had about a two hundred and forty degree arc of 
spectators around her as she cycled and she would occasionally give 
them a little something, like when she took her hands off the 
stationary handlebars and ran her fingers through her hair, leaving 
her breasts more fully exposed for their viewing pleasure, or when 
she stood up to put more power into her peddling and showed off her 
firm, round ass to everyone behind her.

Brenda finished a ten minute level course ride on the bike before 
taking a break to get a drink of water.  Her husband and the two 
security guards made a path for her and ensured her privacy during 
this intermission.  Meanwhile Thomas took his microphone and one of 
the camera crew around to get comments from the live audience.  As 
expected nobody had anything bad to say; everyone was positive and 
enjoying the show, though a couple of the women did complain about 
being goosed.

Ten minutes passed before Brenda, apparently toweled off and 
refreshed, returned from the back rooms.  Her top was back on and she 
carried a blue marking pen.  She announced that she would sign 
autographs for the next fifteen minutes.  Within seconds every 
spectator was rummaging through his pockets to find something, 
anything to have Brenda sign.

"Silly boys," Brenda teased, "I meant you get to autograph me!"  She 
pulled her top off again, hading it to Thomas as she pushed her 
heavy, bare breasts forward and handed the marker to the nearest fan.  
Her husband held his breath.  Her trainers/bodyguards stood ready to 
rescue her if anyone got too excited.  For fifteen minutes Brenda 
Young's breasts and nipples were groped, cupped, pinched, squeezed, 
pulled, kissed, licked, lifted, caressed and jiggled.  And her fans 
signed their names, or what little they could remember of their names 
just then, all over her body.  Then she withdrew.

"Alright now, I'm going to draw a ticket for the first door prize.  
You should have all gotten a ticket stub when you came in, so it's 
time to see what number you have."  Thomas presented her with a bowl 
full of loose tickets.  Brenda turned her face away and fished for a 
ticket at the bottom of the bowl.

"Number one o one three seventy-two," she announced.

"Woohoo!" shouted a man off to Brenda's left somewhere.  He pushed 
his way forward through the crowd.  The man was probably mid-thirties 
with dark hair, olive skin and gleaming eyes.  He had a busy mustache 
and a small gold earring hanging from his left lobe.  "I won!  I 
never win anything."  He pivoted before the crowd with his hands 
raised in triumph.  "What did I win?"

"Well," Brenda said licking her lips.  "You get to keep my top."  She 
threw the gray sports bra to him.  He fumbled and dropped it but 
quickly knelt to pick it up.  "And you get to help me with my next 
set of exercises.  I'm going to do stomach crunches here on the mat.  
I'll need you to hold my ankles."  With that Brenda bent at the waist 
and pulled her bike shorts down and off.  As Jim had suspected she 
was not wearing any panties.  She kicked the shorts off toward the 
back of the gym for later retrieval.

Sitting with her legs apart and facing the majority of the crowd, 
Brenda settled onto the blue exercise mat.  Her eager assistant got 
down on his knees and took a delicate ankle in each hand.  Holding 
her firmly in place with her feet a little less than a foot apart he 
stared down right up into Brenda's already moist, slightly parted 
pussy lips.

Brenda scooted her ass on the mat until she was in a comfortable 
position to start her routine.  She began with a set of full sit-ups, 
holding her arms over her chest, hands on alternate shoulders, and 
brought herself up until her hands touched her raised knees.  After 
nine or ten she began to grunt at the effort but pushed herself to 
twenty.  She lay still on her back for a moment before switching into 
stomach crunches which were virtually identical except with her hands 
locked behind her neck and coming up only about half way.  She blew 
through twelve or thirteen of these before she began to puff from the 
exertion and again completed twenty reps before lying back to catch 
her breath.

During this rest the man holding her ankles suddenly lifted her feet 
into the air, pulled her legs farther apart and bent forward until 
the hairy lips of his mouth met the hairy lips of her pussy.  He 
began to lick up and down her slit and Brenda, though startled at 
first, made no effort to stop him.  In fact she called out, "Oh yeah!  
Oh that's nice.  Lick me faster."  The man was eager to oblige her 
and began to lick both faster and deeper, moving his tongue in 
between the folds of her labia until he could run his taste buds over 
her clitoris.

Brenda tossed her head from side to side on the mat crying out for 
him to go faster.  She reached down with both hands and held his head 
in place, even maybe pulling him closer.  He responded by focusing 
all his attention on her clit for a good half a minute and Brenda 
shrieked in joy as she neared orgasm.  By this time the muscles of 
her stomach were tightening and effectively doing another set of 
crunches all on their own.  The height of Brenda's arousal peaked and 
she thrashed about with the man's tongue snaking up into her vaginal 
canal but still rubbing back and forth over her clit as he tongue 
fucked her.  Her euphoria lasted twenty or thirty seconds longer as 
she climaxed and felt the crack of her ass getting wet from her 
juices.

END OF PART 21