Anal Adventures (M/F, F/F, large toys, anal) This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any place or any person,living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is an original story. Jenna The Dirty DeeJay Chapter 4 ------------------------------------------------------ For several weeks, the nighttime airwaves were filled with the most delicious sex stories southern California could have ever hoped to hear. At first, the FCC howled like wolves at the Mexican government, who said, "So what? Loosen your tight asses up, already. Stuff like this is why Europe is laughing at you." Meanwhile, the little radio station's reputation grew, as did Jenna's. However, as time went by, the stories started to repeat themselves. Jenna was making a lot of new friends; having sex with new men or women almost every day; and quietly getting herself off in the booth every night, especially when her program went completely talk. She loved it. Now, however, they had to stir up some more trouble, before they found themselves heading downhill once again. That's when Jenna had another great idea, once that would raise holy hell. As the stories started making a second go-round; Cliff had let her know what the website was ready to take her live on the net, as well as on the air. But, they didn't want to advertise it, lest the boys up north get wise before they were completely ready to ride out not being on the airwaves. Jenna came up with a plan. "So, we're live on the 'net; huh, guys? Let me ask you something. For almost three months, we've been talking DETAILED sex on the air, it's been all talk and no music for over a month. Now, tell me the truth, guys; have you been able to listen, and I mean REALLY LISTEN, without wondering what I've been doing at the same time?" Cliff and George looked at each other. "No." "No." "Okay, then; now ask yourselves this: do you think there's one fan out there who's not wondering the same thing?" "If there's someone who isn't, I'd be surprised" Cliff replied. "Between your talk and your pics on our website and yours, they've all but got their fantasies put together." "Why don't we give them what they want?" "Huh?" "We've got live webcasting ready to go, streaming video as well as audio; webcams for taking quality pics all over the booth. Why don't we, DISCREETLY, put on a show? Hold the same show on the air; but just emphasize the site, and just put up a link: "To see Jenna LIVE, click here." Then, they can watch me...doing... whatever..., and I'll make us a profit by putting vidcaps and more and more hardcore pics on my website, it's already a big moneymaker anyway, and you get a cut since it's your hardware and your space where the action's going on. If anybody north or south finds out and wants to pull our plug, let them. We go off the airwaves, and go all the way, all the web. Sound good?" "Sounds like a plan." "Great. Wanna start tomorrow night?" "Before we change our minds." "You know, you guys are the best. One of these nights, I wish either of you would..." "Jenna, Jenna, Jenna. We love you. Don't make promises you won't want to keep." "I wouldn't have said anything if I thought I ever wouldn't." The next day, the finishing touches were programmed into the website. A subtle link was placed on the homepage. "To watch Jenna live click here." Then another page: "You are about to see Jenna live. What you see her doing must not be discussed on the airwaves, only in the chat room." That night, Jenna's own motor was running as she drove to work, with her favorite sex toys in her bag and her buttplug lodged oh so comfortably up her rear end, having taken the night off from sex with a friend to spent time with her favorite big dildo. One day, she'd put on a show with THAT. But, as always, "slowly, slowly, heat things up slowly...after all, it's the only way to ensure they don't realize their in the soup until it's too late" was her mantra. Tonight, she'd just masturbate for them a little during some of the hotter calls. "It's eleven o'clock, and it's time to heat things up. This is Talking Sex with Jenna with a J. Let's get some HEAT on tonight, ladies and studs. Our sponsor for tonight is the ever growing sex toy company you all know and love, with stores in six different areas of the city, north, south, east, west, uptown, and downtown, for all your playtime needs; and I'm sending a "Hi, stud' out to Jim, who's just going on-shift in the store downtown, right across from my favorite bagel joint. Drop on by and see him, he'll be happy to 'help' you out. Also, don't forget to drop by the station's website, at www.ourradiostation.com, there's all kinds of goodies there for you that I know you're gonna live, prizes, contests, and LOTS...LOTS..more. Give it a hit, you'll love it. I promise. You're live with Jenna with a J, what's filling you up tonight? Talk to me, the number's xxx-xxxx." The calls, like always, started with the 'lonely hearts hour', as Jenna liked to call it. Then, they segued in with the first sexual encounter of the latest hookup, and things got rolling. By one in the morning, Jenna was getting hot and bothered. "You're live with Jenna. What's your pleasure?" "Hi, Jenna, it's Ella." O..MG. Delicious Ella, from the early days. "And how HAVE YOU BEEN, Ella? Long time and no hear, sweetie. How's your sex life?" "Oh, GOD, Jenna, it's great. I haven't talked to you in a long time, I know; but I've got you on every night. I'm alone tonight, unfortunately, my old friend's out of town; so I'm home alone, just me, my earphones, and my favorite toy." "Mmmm. Ella, sweetness, tell us about it. There's nothing out there that everyone loves more than hearing girls like us talk about what we do with our toys; not that they don't love hearing about their real toys, if you know what I mean. That's when everyone gets hottest, talking about our dildos and just how deliciously we use them." "I know! It's like having sex on the air!" "Well, maybe one day, somewhere around a corner..." "Keep talking, Jenna, you're going right through me. In my ears and right on down." "Ella, what you do to me...one day, you and I are gonna have to meet. You're the original. I've met more than a few of you guys and gals out there; but Ella...you're still the stuff of my dreams. What have you got and where have you got it, babe?" "Oh... Jenna...if only you were here...pushing this..it's a nice...big... black...fat..ramrod, over a foot long, and a good 3 inches around. Right now, I'm lying here, with it spreading my pussy wide open. God, I love how it feels in there. But there's no one to help me with it." "Oh..oh, Ella, Baby...keep talking, you're getting me WET!" "I Wish I you were here." "Well, pull up my personal website, you'll always find me there. You can at least look at me, even if it's not in person." Well, there's a hidden clue if I've ever told one, Jenna thought. She'll be with me in a minute. "And while I'm plugging my website, it's time for a few other plugs. The show tonight is brought to you by...." After she ran the ads she got back on the phone with Ella privately. "Ella...do me a favor while we're on commercials. Go to our website, and whatever you do, just act like we're acting something out, K? Back in a mo." Jenna was nervous; and her pussy was juicing like she couldn't believe. She was about to have a masturbation session with someone halfway across town, live. She was just a little scared things were about to go overboard. Oh, well, she wasn't about to back down. "And we're back, having sex...AHEM..excuse me, talk about a freudian slip! We're talking about having sex with Jenna with a J. Ooh, that came out wrong, don't stop laughing on my account. Ella...baby..where were we?" "I don't know about you, Jenna; but I'm still right here, wishing you were too. Talk to me, Jenna. Tell me you want to fuck me, right here, right now." Jenna squeezed her knees togther and squealed. "Do I, Ella, DO I! What do you want me to do?" "Take hold of my dildo, Jenna. Push it in me...push it..push it ...harder..harder..HARDER..HARDER! HARDER! Ohmipussyssoppingwet!Fuckme Jennafuckme!Morebabymore!That's it. Oh..Ohh....oH! OHHHHImcomingJenna.. coming..Ohh, Jenna you're good. Do you want me? To do you? Right here, right now?" "Oh, Ella, I'm so wet. Do me, lover. Do me right. What have you got for me?" Now, Ella could tell Jenna just what to do and see her do it. And everyone would think they were just talking! (For those who weren't online!) 'Oh, I hope no one who wants to make trouble is watching this!' Jenna thought. "For you, Jenna, I've got my favorite double header. A double-headed dildo and a nice..fat..buttplug. It's up my ass right now. I wanna take it out and put it up your ass." "Don't start quite..so big..Ella..takes my pooper a little work to take something nice and fat" Jenna whispered into the mic as she evacuated the buttplug from her shithole. "Do me with that double header, baby. Stick it in my pussy. Work me with it" she said lovingly as she did so with her dildo. She was going to do EVERYTHING Ella asked her to do, and do it for the cams. "You want it in your pussy, Jenna? Ohhh..your pussy's so wet Jenna..I love fucking you like this.. bend over, honey. I'm gonna put this in BOTH your holes. You want it up your ass, Jenna? Tell me you do. You want it up your ass, don't you?" "Oh...Ella...do my butt. Oh, fuck me Ella, fuck me! Fuck me Ella! Stuff that dildo up my ass! A little more, a little more, hey, what'd you stop for? Don't take it out." "Now, Jenna, for your buttplug. I'm gonna stop yur ass up with it." "Oh, Ella...Ella...mmmm...stuff it.. that's it...stuff that plug up my ass, baby. Oh, Ella, you fuck me so good. Plug me! Ooof! Ah! EllaImgonnacomeImsofull! ComewithmeElla!Comewithme! Come!Come!Cooommme..." "OMG, Ella you're the best! If only it were real." "You can say that again. We have to do this again...SOON. Ta-ta, lover." And the dial-tone sounded over the airwaves. "I don't know about all you studs and studettes out there; but that was the MOST intense call I've EVER heard. Phone sex on the air, that's GOTTA be a first. We can't do this often; but let's do that again, soon! We are heating things up at our radio station, boys and girls, tell me somebody else does it better than we do. And we're JUST...GETTING..STARTED. Now, don't forget to drop by our website and check out all the latest news, we're at www.ourradiostation.com. Hit us up, huh? We'll be right back after these messages." The business line rang. It was Cliff, it was always Cliff. He was the one more interested in her. "Cliff, talk to me. Did we go to far?" "Jenna, if you had, I would have called to say 'cool it down' LONG before now. Honey, I know I'm your boss; but you've got me going insane. You light up my dreams. One of these nights, I want to do you. I want to do you, on the air, live. We'll let everyone think it's the next big gag. Unless they're logged on, that is." Finally! What the fuck has he been waiting for? I've wanted him filling me up for EVER! "Cliff, baby, you are so...ON. But not tonight. I've got an invitation from a friend I wouldn't miss for the world. But soon, stud...SOON. Gotta go, k?" "Absolutely. No dead-air time." "Sleep well, lover." "Yeah, that's the last thing I'm going to be doing with you floating around in my dreams. 'Night." As Jenna went back on the air, everyone raved about their performance. They loved it! "Howard ain't got nothin' on me" she thought. At the end of the evening, Jenna went back to see a message that had come in right after Ella had hung up. ""Meet me for breakfast downtown. E." Jenna almost peed her pants with excitement. Ella wanted to meet, and of course, for one reason only. Jenna wet her pants driving to the downtown of the city. She wasn't going to get ANY sleep today.