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
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Just south of the California/Mexico border was a
small independent radio station.  Not being affiliated
with any major networks, it had struggled to live
since it's inception.  Its American owners had set it up 
south of the border because they wanted to save costs 
and avoid the more stringent FCC regulations.  Playing 
a great mix of everything from rap to classic rock, and
everything in between, all the locals within range in 
the US listened for a while at first, enjoying it's newness
and freshness from the standard 'top 40' and typecast
stations that played the same songs 20 times a day.
Soon, however, everyone began losing interest as a couple of 
their competitors on the US side of the border reformatted
their programming and lured the listeners back with their
big cash giveaways, which this little station could NOT 
afford to do.

Facing shutdown and financial ruin, the owners sat down
for a strategy meeting.  In the end, they decided to 
expand their hours and format.  Staying the same in the
daytime, they decided to add a late-night personality,
where they'd been off the air between 10 at night and six in 
the morning.  This 'off-air' time would be late night talk,
and the steamier, the better.  Even though this would be a burden
on the station's coffers, adding a new employee to the 
payroll and adding more hours to the evening and morning shows, 
they thought the risk worthwhile.  An ad ran in all the local US 
newspapers: "DeeJay wanted.  Must have sultry voice and like
working nights.  Apply at (address)."  Several candidates applied,
most of them male burn-outs from the big stations, with large
fees.  All got no farther than a first interview.  Then, one
humid afternoon, three weeks after the ad first ran, when they
were about to discontinue the ad and give up, SHE walked in
without an appointment.

SHE was Jenna, a 23 year old long-haired blonde, 5'8" in heels,
with a firm body and bust that spoke of having spent the right
amount of time on the beaches of southern California, a college 
degree in broadcasting, and no experience.  None of the major
networks had taken her application seriously, as they weren't
looking for entry-level personnel 'who'd sound like they were
reading from a script'. Glowing with sweat, her tight t-shirt
let her unsupported bosom's nipples show clearly through the 
almost sheer cotton that had seen hundreds of washings.  She 
practically simpered all the way through the interview, implying
she'd do just about ANYTHING to get the job.   Though the two 
owner/managers indicated THAT wasn't necessary, they took her demo
tape and told her they'd call her for a second interview.  

When the managers played that demo tape, they loved how she sounded
'on the air'.  Her voice was the most stirring thing they'd ever heard,
and there'd been one or two other women who'd applied who they'd
thought might fit.  Jenna had made a mix of herself spinning music, 
interspersed with calls from her girlfriends where they'd had 
discussions about some of their problems and even a few of their
more lurid stories.  Then, at the very end of the tape, was a bit
that made their blood BOIL.  She'd read a particular chapter of the
well known book, "The Fermata", by Nicholson Baker.  The most lurid 
chapter, where a nymphomaniac introduced in a preceding chapter had 
taught two neighborhood teens more than a few things to spruce up 
their sex lives.  The owners nearly creamed their pants listening to
her emphasize the story at just the right points.  Through stereo 
headphones, her voice was the most tantalizing thing they'd ever heard.
They HAD to hire her.  

They called Jenna for second interview, and asked her to bring more 
'material' for a recording audition.  Within the confines of their
recording studio, she'd read another lurid chapter, from the book 
"Vox", the second work of the author of "The Fermata". She'd sounded
even more richly alluring, which they hadn't thought possible; and, 
ooohhh...how she looked whispering into the microphone, talking to it
like a lover, her mouth mere centimeters away from the acoustic foam
covering the sound pickup.  And OOHHHH...how she looked in her short 
short denim cutoffs and tube top; her beautiful face of tanned skin, 
near ash-blonde hair and blue eyes framed by a big black pair of 
old-style, leather-clad Pioneer SE-505 two-way stereo headphones, 
which all but covered the sides of her head.  When she was done 
narrating and had doffed her earphones, they chorused "YOU'RE HIRED!"  

Giving her the details of what the job would entail, they explained 
they wanted a night show from 11 to 5 that would perk up the nightowls
and get them to bring their friends back to their frequency of the 
radio-dial, and increase demand enough where advertisers would be
banging their doors down, pleading for a piece of their ad time.
"Just like your audition.  Play the music, have a talk/call segment,
let's heat up the night some.  Everything but stories like that.  
That'll come another time, when we've gotten a little attention and
we want to up things a notch."  

In no time, the little radio station was making a comeback.  Jenna
was the most favored voice of the nighttime airwaves.  Girls loved
to talk about their love problems and 'r-rated' stories with her. 
Guys couldn't get enough of her temptress-like voice, they hated
being distracted when her voice oozed sexuality out of their headphones
and straight down their spinal cords to their very core.  The station's
website was overrun with hits, almost all of them to her page.  When
she put up her own website, it got hit even harder.  Everyone drooled
as they gazed at the body that contained the sexiest voice of the 
airwaves.

Jenna loved the nightlife, and she loved what she was doing.  What she
hated...Jenna, as beautiful as she was, didn't have a boyfriend or 
girlfriend.  She adored sex, all kinds of sex, from plain vanilla to 
the raunchiest rocky road and every kind in between.  She liked hard
cock, and didn't care what kind of man so long he wasas his body and 
dick were HARD.  Women tantalized and teased her libido as well, 
with their firm tits and round asses and ohh so wet pussies.  
She loved everything about sex, and she never got enough.  
The problem was, she'd had a steady guy until she'd taken this job, 
and he'd broken up with her because he wanted her alone, at home in 
bed with him nights, not south of the border raising the temperature 
of everyone within radio range.  As much as she adored her boyfriend 
and his hardness, her  career was important to her.  She wanted to be 
a star; she wanted to be the female equivalent of Howard Stern.  He 
just didn't understand, and took a walk out of her life.  Now, as she 
made the local broadcast area nearly insane with desire, to say that 
she was hard up and making her own self as crazy as her listeners was
an understatement.

Meanwhile, as business came knocking down the doors, both from north
and south of the border, the station was making a big name for itself
and bigger bucks than ever before.  Jenna saw she was the station's 
gold mine.  Without her, they'd be nothing.  She didn't want to
take over; but she saw her chance to draw attention from a wider
audience.  Headlines.  Controversy.  The start of her rise to 
genuine fame and fortune.  She'd studied the shock jocks in college;
she'd also minored in business and political science.  She'd 
studied business law, and then delved into the FCC regulations.  
Now, she studied what law regarding content of the airwaves there
was in Mexico.  "Know the law, and find the loopholes.  Knowing
the regs makes them easier to bend" was her mantra during college. 
She'd also studied the masters of politics.  Plato.  Locke. 
MACHIAVELLI.  She'd studied them all.  She was an artist when
it came to manipulation. She believed Machiavelli's insights served 
well in more than just the very top of governmental structure, and 
she'd learned to apply his lessons well.  It didn't take her long to
form the conclusion that since her employer was subject not to 
US law, but Mexican law; and the Mexican government had no specific 
laws either allowing or PROHIBITING anything short of the hardest of
hardcore on broadcast TV or radio, of course which there were the
PPV channels for, she realized that since the vast majority of 
listeners were north of the border, that she could break some
serious FCC regs and get away with it.  Indeed, the harder they 
howled, the less the regulators down in Mexico City would listen
to the men from Washington.  They were all on the take down there,
anyway.  Their advertisers were the kind that would love the
controversy.  Their ads would be heard more, they'd rake in 
more business as more and more people tuned in to catch the
fireworks.  Her bosses would be able to afford the extra 'bite'
the boys in the capital to the south would want for this; and
while they might be a little miffed at first, they'd get over it.
This was exactly what they needed.  She now held not only her future,
but also her employers, and their futures, in the palm of her hand.  
Soon, she'd hold the world in it.  As always, she knew the idea was 
'slowly, slowly.'  Get a little hotter, a little more...a little more..
the water would be boiling before they realized it, and it'd be too 
late to cool down by then.

Late one Sunday night, one of her friends called.  She wanted to talk
personal 'girl-talk', the kind of conversation they liked to talk about
in private.  Jenna, unbeknownst to her friend, took the call live.  
She steered the conversation carefully, eliciting every delicious detail
of a sexual encounter her friend had had the night before, taking
care to be sure her friend didn't say 'fuck' (more than once or twice).
The phone lines lit up like a Christmas tree.  Not an outraged person
in the lot, every girl in earshot wanted to open up to Jenna.  By the
time five in the morning rolled around, Jenna was boiling inside, crazy
with desire.  She ran home, raging with need.  

Finally home, she slammed the door to her empty apartment as she raced 
to her bedroom, tearing her clothes off as she went.  'God, last night
was a-MAZ-ING!' she thought.  Oh, the stories she'd heard, each one
hotter than the last.  Not caring what her bosses would say, she'd
drawn her callers deeper and deeper into temptation, coaxing every 
salacious detail from them.  She rubbed her pussy, remembering one
in particular.  That particular call had been from one of the dozens
from complete strangers.  This particular woman had almost breathlessly,
completely uninhibited, told of a first time lesbian experience she'd
enjoyed at the hands of a long-lost friend.  As she recalled the details,
she began recreating a few of the choicer details herself.  The woman
had described how her old friend had licked her pussy.  Jenna began
licking her fingers and rubbing them in hers, licking and stroking, 
licking and stroking.  As she was about to come, the telephone rang.
"DAMN IT!" she swore, and grabbed for the phone.  As she expected, it 
was her boss.  "Jenna...we need to talk."  A pregnant pause...lasting
several seconds.  Then, before she could speak..."I don't know where
you came up with the idea you had for the show last night, but....Keep
it up.  We'll talk when you come in tonight."  <CLICK> "Ohmigod.  For
a minute, I thought he was gonna fire me" she thought.  Then it hit her.
"They...LOVED...IT!" she yelled out loud, though there was no one around
to hear.  How arousing it was! She had had people talking about every
fucking detail of their fucking, and they liked it!  'And why not?' she
thought.  'Everyone wants to hear every lurid, delicious detail of 
everyone else's sex lives, anyway!'  The lurid story she'd been
running through her head as she'd masturbated before the phone rang
was peeking up again.  She held her legs together and squealed; and 
then gave herself over as she remembered the anonymous voice, 
practically dripping with the teller's juices, as it had gushed through
her earphones and into her brain, making a beeline for her pussy.

She began rubbing her clit again..a little harder...'No, I want more' she
thought...she reached out her right hand back to the nightstand where
the phone sat..pulled open the drawer...and grabbed a metallic silver
vibrator.  Her mind was rushing...recalling...she turned the vibrator
on low...touched it to her clit..'ooooh...that's nice....yeaahhh...'

Jenna slowly edged the vibrator down...a little lower..finding the
soft, wet lips of her vagina, it slipped inside a half an inch...
oooh...oooohh...ooooooohhhhhh....she slipped it deeper....yeah...yeah..
yeah...MORE...trembling with need, she pulled it all the way in, 
leaving just the battery cover protruding.  OH...OHH..OOOHHHHH...better..
yea....no...something's missing....she stopped.  She pulled the
vibrator out, tossed it to her left.  What was missing?  She jumped
off the bed and began to prowl the apartment like a tomcat, seeking..
seeking...smelling the desire..not finding it....'DAMN! What the 
fuck's missing?' she thought.  She flopped back on the bed.  Her eyes
lit on the entertainment center at the wall opposing the foot of the 
bed...focused in on the stereo...to the outlet where her favorite
pair of home use headphones lay...an identical pair of large, black,
leather-covered Pioneers..just like the ones they used at the station..
'THAT'S IT!! Now...you know, I'm gonna have to keep my own copies of
the show.  For now..." Not being able to relive the the exact experience 
of the story passing through her ears, she flicked her eyes across her 
cd collection, looking for arousing music.  As her eyes scanned down 
the alphabetized collection, she stopped short at 'O', lighting on an 
old favorite.  "Physical", recorded by Olivia Newton-John, done when 
Jenna was a newborn baby.  She'd loved the story the album told, of a 
woman who'd found her man and her journey through her feelings and 
sexual experiences with that same man.  "YES!" She grabbed the cd, 
powered the stero on, and put the cd in.  While the stereo read the cd,
she took out two 25' headphone extension cords, plugged one into the 
stereo headphones outlet, the second into the first, and her favorite 
pair of earphones she plugged into the  end of the second cord.  
As a surge of excitement ran through her, she slammed her knees 
together, feeling as though she needed to pee.

Caressing the leather covers of the headset's earcups as she placed 
her hands on them, she lifted her phones from the nook she'd stored 
them in and drew them to her head.  She loved the feel of them as the
ear cushions stroked her cheeks on the way to her ears.  The acoustic
foam inside the earcups tickled her ears as she settled the phones
over them.  Exulting in the feelings running through her, she hit
the 'play' button on the stereo, turned around, knelt on the mattres, 
and crawled to the head of the bead, turned over, and laid down. 
The first song, "Landslide", stirred her with it's repeating
background.  She closed her eyes and let the music take her.  Rolling
with the music as it flowed into her mind, she turned over once again
and got on all fours, the extension cord running across her back as it
went from her left-side earphone to the stereo on the other side of 
the room. She groped for the vibrator she'd left on the mattress.  
'There it is. Oh...yeah..'

As the song played, she licked the tip of the vibrator, graduating
to running her tongue all over it, licking off her juices and 
re-wetting it, relishing every taste of herself while the sound
of the driving drumbeat vibrated against her eardrums, running
through to the pleasure center of her brain.  'Landslide' faded and
segued into the second song on the album, "Stranger's Touch."  As the
lilting of the keyboards filtered, it reminded her of the first
time she'd been with a man.  The shyness of the music..the nervousness..
seguing into the heavy breath of pleasure...Jenna touched the tip of 
the vibrator to her pussy...plying it with short, legato strokes...
as the song progressed into heavier passion, she rolled to the left,
Flipping herself over, taking the headphone cord with her, wrapping itself
from her left under down and under her back, coming back up and over
her just above her right hip..trailing down toward her pussy as it ran
back to the stereo.  Jenna let the music take her deeper..pushing the 
vibrator deeper in time to the music...pumping herself...in...out...
in...out...so good..awww...the song segued down to it's end as it 
peaked and trailed, like a woman taken to the verge of climax and then 
being brought gently back...Jenna wanted more now...

As Olivia sang on in her ears, "Stranger's Touch" segued into "Make a 
Move on Me."  This was her favorite song.  Tempting...promising...
taking and allowing to be taken...rising toward climax in the chorus...
flowing back into the second verse...tempting..rising..and then the
orgasmic explosion as the second chorus repeated...she loved this song..
As tune opeed with an electric piano playing a 'come-hither' strain, 
she removed the vibrator from her vagina, turned it on low...
and touched the tip to her bottom.  She plyed its tip at her hole as 
the first verse ran...As the intro to the chorus began, she slipped 
the vibrator, wet with her pussy's juices, slowly into her behind.  
The first words of the chorus flowed into her ears...she began pumping 
the vibrator in and out of her poopchute...the chorus wond up and 
stopped, just like closing in on an orgasm and then dropping again...
Jenna couldn't stop, though.  Through the short second verse, she c
ontinued pumping away, prodding her sphincter further...further..
'here it comes!' flitted across her mind as the chorus intro began a
gain...she loved this part!  As the chorus teased in, she sank the 
vibrator all the way up her butt, leaving the battery cover protruding...
'here comes the chorus'...she turned the vibrator up to full...
the chorus rang in her earphones...she clenched her buttocks together 
and began to ride the vibrator in her rectum...twitching and spasming,
up and down as it buzzed the nerve endings of her rear end...the 
vibrations flowed...'HERE IT COMES!!!!!' a portion of her mind screamed
as the chorus wound up..Olivia's voice went up a key as she sang on...
as Olivia re-sang the chorus, Jenna's clit popped like a wonded balloon
..Jenna scrunched her ass cheeks together as hard as she could...
Olivia sang higher..her mind sang with Olivia.."I can't wait..
ICANTWAIT!!!!" Olivia's voice peaked, and Jenna's clit exploded with 
pleasure, sending stars and fireworks through her mind and shudders 
through her entire body.  As the song wound down, her spasming slowed..
and stopped."OHMIGODIneededthat....so nice..." Now she could sleep.  
As "Make a move on me became "Falling", the soft afterglow the song 
recalled began to lull Jenna into the mists of sleep..she pushed on 
the vibrator up her ass with her internal muscles, and it slipped out. 
Making a mental note to take a sex toy that didn't vibrate to work 
with her the next night, Jenna fell asleep, her headphones still on, 
lost in the embrace of Olivia's voice.

End of chapter 1.