The following evening, Jenna was feeling so damn sore and near bow- legged, she was severely tempted to call in sick. But, she had one hell of a story to tell; and her listeners would be disappointed if she wasn't on the air. So, she showered, dressed, and headed out.

At the station, everything seemed normal. Cliff and George were happy to see her, nothing was said about anything that the prudes might be howling about. Jenna began to wonder how used to everything the listeners were getting. She wondered only as long as it took to log on to her workstation before the show and get her e-mail. A LOT of people had seen EVERYTHING the night before. There was rave-mail and hate-mail alike. She trashed the hate mail (fortunately, there wasn't much, little more than the usual) and saved the raves. Feeling better, she went to get ready for the show.

Charlie was on the air tonight. When he saw her, he went to commercials and came out. "I...Love..You, babe. You are making us all famous. I'm getting offers from every station on the west coast from border to border. So is everyone else. Keep up the good work, everyone whose name is seen near yours is so 'in-demand' it's crazy!"

Jenna's plans were working like a charm. Jenna had gotten a multitude of offers herself; but right now, she was happy just where she was. She loved the raves; and she adored the action she was getting. She wanted to stretch the envelope as far as she could before she took something new and hied herself away from her favorite beachside city to stardom heaven only knew where.

"You're live with Jenna with a J, and what's going on tonight? Give me a call, ladies and gents, the night is young, and as things start gettting cold outside, we need as much HEAT as we can generate. The number's xxx-xxxx." As usual, none of the hissers called; everyone gave her the "LOVED the show last night" routine. The question on everyone's mind was "Have you and Ella met yet? When are you two gonna get down and dirty?" Jenna was feeling good, waiting for just the right moment to break the news. Then, the right person called.

"You're live with Jenna. What's doing you tonight?" "Jenna, this is.... Dana." "!!!!!" "Story--TIME, ladies and gents. Listen UP! Dana... before we start...are you calling to chew me out or chew the fat?" "Well... a little of both. My question is..do you want to tell the story, or should I?" "Let me. Dana, all you fans out there, is Ella's regular lover, her old friend who taught her everything she knew about girl-girl action. Until she met me, that is. We met for breakfast yesterday morning after the show, and wound up having each other for lunch. We fucked each other up the ass until we were dripping and bow-legged. Okay, Dana, ream me out. I know you're pissed." "Actually, Jenna, while I'm a little ticked you had a taste of Ella, I knew it had to happen sooner or later. I'm not much for up the butt, at least I haven't been. Ella adores it, as I'm sure you know. When she got home late this afternoon, I could tell someone had satisfied her like I haven't been able to. I've created something that's grown beyond me. Ella's a great gal; but her appetites are VORACIOUS. And I need help. When she told me what the two of you did, I started wondering what I've been missing. I want to know what it's like. I want to keep Ella happy. I want the two of you to teach me. Then, when you're out doing it with everyone else, we'll be able to take our sex lives as far as we dare. Not tonight; I want you two to rest up; but after tomorrow's show, when it's the end of the week and we're all free for a couple of days. I want to spend every minute learning how to take it up the ass, from the smallest to the biggest. I want to end this coming weekend with an asshole as large and satisfied as yours. Ta!"

For the rest of the night, that was all anyone could talk about. And, despite the fact she'd been feeling overwhelmingly sated that night, Jenna was starting to heat up again. As the clock ticked past three and things cooled down, Jenna put some music on. She turned on the webcams and looked for something to do herself with. Just then...

Cliff came into the booth. "Hiya, babe; just thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing." "I'm cool. I could use a little warming up, though." "Not to worry. I know just what to do. First, here." He handed her a cup of coffee. "Just the thing to start with. It's getting cold outside." "Jenna, you know, I'm gonna have to ask you to forgive me; because you talking like this with all these girls about what you've done and who you're going to do is making me just a little jealous. I'd hate to think I'd lost a chance because you got turned out." "Nah, I need variety in my life. Men AND women." "That's good to know." Jenna had a plan, now. The music was ending. The webcams were watching. She wiggled her eyebrows at Cliff and opened the mic. "Cliff, are we just making talk here, or are we getting serious?" "That's a loaded question, babe. I don't know if you've... he trailed off as Jenna had gotten up from her chair, walked over to his and started kissing him passionately. Her tongue went straight to his head. "Cliff..what you do to me when you talk like that. Now shhhh...we've got little more than an hour before the morning show. The early birds are getting up. I want to spend the day with you in my bedroom...let George run the shop today...but first..."

Jenna unzipped her pants. Tonight, she'd worn a warmly lined pair of leather working pants, with a zipper from stem to stern, all the way from just below the waist at the front to the same point at the back. Getting up and going back to her chair, she wiggled and sashayed her beautiful butt; giving him a good look, especially at the protruding base of the black buttplug she almost always went about with. She sat down, wiggling her bottom and enjoying the thrill the plug gave her. "Come on over here, Cliff, you stud-muffin of a boss, you. Open up that fly and let me see what's threatening to bust it wide open." Cliff was as stiff as a stick behind the buttons of his jeans. With an expert motion, he ran his hand down and loosed the fly buttons from their holes. His glorious stiffness, all nine inches of him, came poking out. "Ohh...Cliff...it's...beautiful...give me a taste..." Cliff walked over and let his hardness stand right in front of her face. She took hold of him and began to lick the head..."mmmm...verr-ry nice.." Jenna began to suck him, harder, almost ravenously. She hadn't had a good taste of real dick in several days, having been so into girl-girl butt lately. Sensing his closeness to coming...'put it in me, Cliff...rock my world..." Cliff braced the chair back against the wall, braced himself with his feet firmly on the floor and his hands on the arms of her chair, squatted down a little, and.... "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....Cliff...so nice inside me...ahHhhHH!!!! Ohyeah... ohyea..oyea....Oh! OH! oHHH! aAAHH! aHHH! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Cliff slipped it to her like a master. From his difficult position over the chair, he sawed himself in and out of her pussy, letting her revel in the feel of him as he made sure not to miss tickling her clit with the head of his hardness when he withdrew completely and teased back in. Then, just when she was ready to explode, he pulled out to the rim and came just as he exited, leaving her with the feeling of his just barely coming inside while his hot cream spewed forth onto her clit and then onto her blond thatch, barely missing her pants. She rubbed a finger around her clit, and lifted it to her mouth. "Mmmm...sweet.." she teased as she licked her lips. "Now, we've still got a little more time...."

Jenna got up and wiggled to the control boards. Reaching them in two steps, she bent over them and shook her rear end invitingly. "Pull out the plug and replace it with something, hmmm? I'm sure you know just what." Cliff gave an evil chuckle loud enough to be picked up by the still open mic as he spread her pants a little wider, exposing almost all of her cheeks. Stroking them, making them quiver in anticipation, he dipped his finger to her thatch and rubbed it in his cum, then drew it back and ran it round the inside of the plug's base. Taking hold of the edges with his fingers, he pulled gently. "Hmmm. Doesn't want to come out, babe. You're really tight there." "You'd better believe it, stud. I've got...GREAT..muscle control..." Jenna spread her legs just a little farther, loosening herself up. She pushed on the plug just a little, and he was able to extricate it easily. Cliff smiled as her hole wrinkled up into a tiny tightness in a matter of a few moments. "I'll say you do." "Reach in my bag, there's lube in there." Cliff extracted the partially used jar of Vaseline, and with a smile, lifted the lid, and rather than smear it on his dick with his fingers, he brought the open end of the jar to himself and pushed the gel onto his rod, getting it good and glopped all over every inch. Removing it, he stepped up to bat, and slid his pole between her cheeks. Her bottom's orifice snapped at it hungrily, opening and closing as it sought to pull him inside her body. He easily penetrated her, leaving her feeling full and greasy in moments. "OOooooohhh.. that's so nice...oh yeah..oh yeah..fuck me, Cliff, fuck my ass. Fuck me up the ass. That's it. Plow me. Plow my poopchute...oh yeah..ohyea..Ooo... Ooo..Oooo!Oooo!OOOOOO!OhYeah!OhYeah!Harder!Harder!Deeper!Deeper!Deepinmyass! Fuckmyshitcliff...Ohh!oHHH!OH!OH!OH-Oh!OH-Oh!" Her ohs pitched like a ship on a stormy sea, rising and falling stridently as cliff powerfully rammed her full to the hilt and stroked back to the very edge, bringing her closer and closer to exploding; but denying her release.

Suddenly, with all the phone lights flashing as they had been for the entire time, Jenna noticed movement outside the booth. The morning crew had arrived! The usual type of team to be found at any station, two horny guys and one jaded gal who ribbed and teased them unmercifully; Mike, Jim, and Teri stood watching Jenna and Cliff as they screwed. With the biggest shit-eating grins on their faces, they watched as Cliff jammed himself repeatedly up Jenna's rear end. She grinned right back, closed her eyes, and held her headphones tightly to her ears as she felt her clit begin to thunder and pop. She started yelling:"That's it Cliff! Almost there! Fuck me! I'm gonna come! Come in my ass, Cliff! Shoot your load up my butt! Ah!ah-aH!AH! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jenna felt a gush into her anus not unlike when a pipe in her apartment's toilet had busted some months back while she was on it; but hotter and stickier. She slumped over the control board. Cliff withdrew, and, without a word, slipped her buttplug back up her butt, with his cum still inside her. He buttoned his pants, lifted her so she was standing erect, and kissed her hotly for several moments before leaving the booth.

"Well, campers, I think that's just about gonna wrap things up for the night. It's 5:15, and Teri, Jim, and Mike are standing outside waiting and watching. The morning show starts right after these messages; and I'll see you all back here, same time tonight!" She zipped her pants up, took her earphones off, grabbed her things and headed out. Cliff was writing a note for the receptionist: "Tell George to mind the store until I get back, it'll be LATE this afternoon. He can say whatever he feels like." Jenna grabbed his hand and took him to her place, where she let him occupy her butt well into the day. Cliff finally left her asleep around two, with a note: "You're the BEST. I hope we're all ready for the fallout."