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(This story, while fiction, is based on real events that happened to me early in my radio career. All names are changed.)
I met Jolene the first month I was in Oklahoma City. My name is Sean Kelly and I was new in town, doing afternoons at a big Top 40 radio station, having moved from Wichita in July. My wife, Debbie, and I had separated when I got the job. Apparently, she didn’t want to leave her boyfriend, Doug, in Wichita. Perfectly understandable. Change can be hard on relationships.
I rented a small apartment about a mile from the station. OKC wasn’t a big step up from Wichita, only a couple hundred thousand more people. The station, however, was an AM powerhouse–50,000 watts–heard over half the country at night! (FM was just coming into its own around this time.) The signal was the reason I accepted the job offer. It sure wasn’t the money, or the scenery!
One afternoon in early August, I got a call on the request during the last hour of my show from a very sexy-sounding woman. She said her name was Jolene, told me how much she loved my voice, and after we talked for about 20 minutes, flirting shamelessly, she asked if we could meet. I was horny as hell! We certainly could!
I had been married almost the entire time I’d been in radio, and even though I’d been hit on by groupies before, I never indulged. Most of the women jocks meet over the phone always end up sounding a lot better than they look. The same is true of the jocks–maybe more so! The joke was, “He’s got a great face for radio!”
“Yeah, I’d like that,” I told Jolene. I haven’t really gotten around much since I’ve been in town. Where would you like to meet up?”
“How about if I come to your place?” she answered.
I couldn’t turn down an offer like that, one that required so little effort on my part.
“Sounds good,” I said, and proceeded to give her directions to my apartment complex, along with the unit number. She said she’d be there about 7.
Promptly at 7, there was a knock at my door. I opened it to a large, dark-haired, brown-skinned woman with the biggest breasts I’d ever seen!. She was tall, maybe 30 pounds overweight, but pretty in spite of that, obviously at least part Native American…and did I mention she had the biggest breasts I’d ever seen?
Inviting her in, I asked if she’s like anything to drink.
“Not right now,” she said with a wicked smile. “What I’d really like is to suck your cock. Then we can get to know each other.”
Not yet well-versed in the local customs, and momentarily shocked speechless, I recovered quickly, saying “What a coincidence! My cock was just telling me how much IT would like to be sucked! It’s a lucky night for both of us then!”
She laughed, and said, “So take off those jeans and let’s see what I have to work with. I bet you have a big one. I could tell by talking to you on the phone.”
Really? Now, that’s a gift!
Debbie told me I was bigger than average, and she would know, but she wasn’t big on giving blowjobs, at least not to me. Being relatively inexperienced outside of marriage, I had never cum while getting blown. That was about to change!
Jolene told me to sit down on the couch. She took her blouse off, then her bra. Holy Christ! Gravity was starting to work on them, but they were massive–uncommonly so–as was I by this point. That’s how it felt anyway.
She knelt down in front of me, and after sucking on my cock for a moment, getting it nice and slick, put it between those huge hooters, fucking it that way. I took her tits in my hands, fondling them. She purred her approval. Somehow, she sensed I wasn’t going to last long.
“My, my! Y’all are a big one,” she observed. “I knew you would be. Do you want to finish like this on my titties, or would you like to cum in my mouth?”
“I’d really like to fuck you,” I panted, I was not yet completely aware of her royal status regarding fellatio, although I was getting a crash course.
“That’ll have to wait,” she replied, taking me back in her mouth and, increasing the intensity on my close-to-firing erection. I managed to last for another 10 seconds before achieving the most intense climax of my young life! I must have spurted five or six times, and she swallowed it all!
“Okay.” Jolene nodded with satisfaction. “Would you like me to fix you a drink?” She pointed to the bottle of Wild Turkey on the kitchen bar. “Then you can tell me all about Sean Kelly.”
“Please. There’s Coke in the fridge. Ice in the freezer. Just so you know, that was the hardest I’ve ever cum in my life!” I felt obligated to tell her.
Jolene laughed and said seductively, “Well, the night’s still young.”
***
She mixed a drink for both of us–hers was just Coke–handed me mine, then surprised me by slipping off her cut-offs and panties. Totally naked, she was voluptuousness personified–in the flesh. Like a Rubens canvas come to life!
I had a John Mayall album playing on the turntable, ‘Bare Wires’, if I recall correctly. Appropriate for the occasions, given how sultry and sensuous that LP is. bursa escort As side one ended, I got up to turn the record over, and Jolene immediately caught sight of my returning tumescence. She stopped me and took me back in her mouth. I forgot about the album skipping on the turntable.
I took her head in my hands and began thrusting into her mouth. This continued for maybe 10 minutes. She alternated between mouth and hand, and I could feel tension build up in my balls and into my dick.
“Are you going to cum again?” she asked.
“Pretty sure”, I managed to croak out.
“Do you want me to finish you like this again, or would you like to fuck me in the ass?” Wha-a-a-t?!
I was a virgin when it came to anal, just like I’d been about shooting my load while getting a blowjob, but I was in an adventurous frame of mind, more than ready to check items off my bucket list–even though that was a phrase not yet in vogue.
“Really?” I sounded like a kid being told he could skip school and go to Disneyland.. “Um, yes!”
She reached into her purse, pulling out a tube of lube. Soon she had us wet and ready. She got down on her knees on the floor, with a big pillow that Debbie had made under her torso, spread her cheeks said, “Slide that big cock into my big butt, sugar. But go slow. I want to enjoy it!”
Before I did, I paused to take in the vision of that big, beautiful, brown butt. An ass for the ages! The moon was full and my lunar probe was at the ready.
I carefully inserted myself into her asshole and did as requested. In a matter of seconds, she pushed back hard against me and took my schlong all the way in! Motherfucker! Tighter than a pussy for sure, but alluring in its own way, especially from my vantage point. It was like I’d found a new toy! Still, I felt like a Liliputian fucking an Amazon warrior! She had the size advantage!
I didn’t really have to do anything. Jolene did the work, sliding back and forth on my cock. All I had to do was hang on, and there were plenty of hand holds to grip on that luscious body!
“You like that don’t you, Sean?”, she asked, breaking my reverie. “You like doing nasty things to my sweet fat ass?”
“Oh yeah, baby!” I groaned. “Where have you been all my life?”
“Right here waiting for you. Do you want to cum in my butt? I want you to! I want to feel your “hot enormous jets of love shooting into me,” She laughed while saying it
I’d never heard Walt Whitman, even misquoted Walt Whitman, while fucking! But I hadn’t been around the block too many times yet in my young life.
That pretty much did it! I’d been holding it back fairly well until then, but with that little bit of encouragement from Jolene, I came hard, creampieing her in the “devil’s driveway”. (not Whitman)
She groaned her appreciation. “That was amazing, Mr. Big Dick DJ! You sure know what to do with a round thing that has a hole in the middle!”
I pulled out of her, and went to get her a towel. She had a better idea.
“Let’s take a shower together, and you scrub clean what you just defiled. That’ll be your penance.”
Just the right thing to say to a lapsed Catholic boy!
‘Bare Wires’, side one, was still clicking on the turntable.
***
After a thorough cleaning, but still gloriously nude, Jolene asked if she could spend the night. “I might have another treat for you, if you’re interested.”
“It’s Friday night. I don’t have to work tomorrow.” My weekend shift was Sunday afternoon.
“I know. That’s why I called you today. I didn’t want you to have to think about anything but me tonight. Can we go to your bedroom now?
I took her by the hand and led the way.
Once we were comfortable, we started kissing and snuggling. It occurred to me this was the first time we were doing something like that. Had we even kissed earlier? I didn’t think so.
She asked me about my life up to now. I talked about growing up in Montana in a good Catholic family. I’d once considered studying for the priesthood, but rock and roll and girls soon distracted me from that idea.
Debbie was the first girl I’d ever had sex with. I was nowhere near her first guy. There was an expression for girls like Debbie-“the town pump”–which might not have been fair, but Debbie got around for sure. I was 19, playing in a band and she was a senior in high school when we met at a party. Naturally, I was the guy to get her pregnant…or so she said, and I believed. We broke up for awhile before she knew she was pregnant, and I only had sex with one other girl before Debbie and I got back together and got married. I’d just started in radio.
I told Jolene about the few places I’d worked before–Butte and Billings, Montana, Santa Fe, New Mexico, then Wichita, Kansas. I’d already given her the story of the wayward wife in Wichita. Of course, by this time, we had a second child.
We talked about some of the jocks at the station. She seemed to know plenty, about deejays around town…and some minor league baseball players as well.
“I guess you figured bursa escort out that I’m an Indian, half Cherokee,” Jolene confirmed. “And I was a Catholic too, but it didn’t take. I’ve been with a lot of men. No sense pretending otherwise. I love giving blowjobs to men I like!
“I had a baby about a year ago, and pretty much stopped after that. But when I heard your sexy voice, I just knew I wanted to meet you and make you feel like somebody noticed. I bet I’m not the only woman who’s soaked her panties listening to you.”
“Well, I don’t know about that, but thanks. And thank you for tonight. It’s been crazy fun!” I stopped short of looking beyond now. Besides, I didn’t think I’d want to get into a relationship with another “woman with a past”.
She then told me more. “Since I had the baby, I really haven’t wanted to have vaginal sex. The pill makes me sick, and other ways of birth control don’t really appeal to me. But if you’ll wear a condom, I would love it if you would really make love to me. I know you want to.”
“You know I will, but I don’t have any condoms.” Just my luck!
Jolene took my chin in her hand, and turning my face toward hers, whispered, “I do.”
Her purse was on the night table. She pulled out a condom and removed the packaging. She unrolled it onto my cock, which was rarin’ to go once again, and surprised me by getting on top as she guided me inside her. Her size was added stimulation; that and those truly indescribable tits with hard nipples the size of giant pencil erasers framed by large, dark areolas ( or areolae, if you prefer). I preferred suckling them! Jolene rode me like a champion barrel racer!
This, being the third time of the evening, allowed me to relax and enjoy the experience, and not have to think about baseball statistics to distract myself from a quick finish. Jolene got up and knelt on the side of the bed.
“Come fuck me from behind, darlin’, in my pussy this time. Go slow, with nice long strokes.”
“I can do that,” I boasted, with a newfound confidence in my abilities!
After a few minutes, she said, “Harder now, baby, harder and faster!”
Normally, “harder and faster” would lead to the unwanted conclusion, but that wasn’t the case this go-around. I had….stamina!
Jolene asked me to stop for a minute so she could slather more lube on my cock. Then she lay down on her back, still on the edge of the bed, and brought me back in her pussy. I held her legs up as I plunged into her. This felt like it was the deepest I’d been inside her, and both of us began to lose ourselves in the motion, as climax neared.
I held back as long as I could. Jolene was having what appeared to be one continuous orgasm, but as I finally emptied myself into her (well, into the condom in her), she shuddered and cried out, “Oh my fucking sweet Jesus. I’m melting!” It seemed to me like we’d melted together into one big puddle!
About then, there was a loud knock on the wall from the apartment next door.
“Applause, you think?” I can come up with good lines pretty quickly, especially when I’m on a high like I was right then.
Jolene burst out laughing, which didn’t soothe the neighbors. We finally calmed down and cuddled together. After a few minutes, she got up to pee. When she came back to bed, she nestled her glorious glutes up against my groin. I reached around for a big handful of tit, and that’s how we slept the night, both sated beyond expectation, if not belief.
She had to get home by eight the next morning. Her mom had taken care of her baby, but Mom had to get to work, so…no time for one more poke. Jolene was dressed and ready to go before I even woke up. She kissed me goodbye, telling me she’d call me. I stupidly didn’t ask for a phone number.
***
She didn’t call for about two weeks. In the meantime, Debbie was in touch with me, calling the station one afternoon. She wanted to try to put it back together. Shit!
I let her come down for the weekend. We fucked like we hadn’t fucked for a few years, and agreed we’d both think about whether we wanted to give it another shot. I did not, but I didn’t tell her then. She went back to Kansas and I filed for divorce. It took a year more, and much “sturm und drang”, but the divorce was finalized. She got everything.
Jolene was back in touch with me while Debbie was in town. I was honest with her. I told her I was trying to see if I could reconcile with my wife. Jolene said she understood. I didn’t hear from her again, until over two years later.
***
it was late December. I had been offered a gig and hired by, a station in Dallas. I was going to be starting in mid-January. One night, a few days after Christmas, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, there stood Jolene.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, “not that I’m not glad to see you. I think about you often.”
“Can I come in?”
“Sorry, yes of course,” I said. “I’m just kind of in shock to see you. I’ve been going through some shit, and I’m getting ready to move, bursa eskort so I’m at loose ends right now.”
I’d been trying to juggle two women, fucking both, without either one finding out about the other. One night, they found out. It’s a long story. Suffice to say, it was a good time to leave town.
“I heard you got a job in Dallas”, Jolene said. “You’ll be great. And that’s just one more step. I know you’ll make it to Chicago, or New York, or L.A., wherever, before you’re done.”
“Thank you for that. I’m just hoping I can make it in Dallas.” This was going to be a huge move for me.
We sat on the couch, holding hands, while we talked. She told me she got married a year or so ago, but it wasn’t going well.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, “and I’m sorry we didn’t spend more time together back when I was first here. It seemed like we had something between us, then we just let it go. I don’t know. My wife came to town, and it didn’t go anywhere. We got divorced, and I figured you had moved on, so…”
“I fell hard for you, but I knew it wouldn’t work,” Jolene explained. “I had too much baggage, and you had a career to work on, so I stayed away. But when I heard you were leaving, I had to see you again, to say goodbye.”
She leaned over then, and kissed me. I was more than ready to pick up where we left off, but Jolene said, “I really can’t. I’m still married. I can’t be the one that cheats.”
“Damn, Jolene,” I protested. “It’s just you and me. Who would even know?”
“I would,” she said.
Hard to argue with that. But we kissed a little longer, then she said she had to leave.
“Are you going to leave me with this?” I asked her, pointing to the bulge in my pants.
“Oh, Sean. You don’t play fair at all.”
She put her hand on my crotch and said, “No. Not fair at all.” She smiled as she unbuckled my belt and proceeded to undo and unzip my pants. Pulling out my erect cock, she said, “You’re the only one I would do this for. You know that, right?”
She gave me a blowjob that still gets me hard when I think about it. Her head in my lap, moving up and down, faster and faster, until I exploded! She kept her mouth on my cock for some time before she finally got back up.
“Only for you, Sean. I’m no saint, but I’ve never been unfaithful to my husband. I should have known where this would go when I came over here. I guess I was testing myself, but now, I really have to go.”
We kissed a few more times, then I walked her out to her car.
“Knock ’em dead in Dallas, baby. Maybe I’ll come see you some time,” she said, giving me once last kiss before getting in her car and driving away.
“I wish,” I thought.
***
I did well in Dallas, becoming program director at the station within six months of arriving. But my love life was non-existent. I had no luck. Texas women were hard to figure, a pretty snooty lot. After about a year, I met a woman named Denise, who had just come to work at the station. We hit it off and flirted with other at work. But every time I was in her office, she seemed to be getting phone calls from men who wanted to take her out. She always said she was busy, but I wasn’t making the connection. She was telling them she was busy, because she wanted me to ask her out. I wasn’t a mind reader!
About that time, I got a call just before I got off the air on a Saturday.
“Hi Sean, it’s Jolene.”
“Wow, Jolene! What a surprise! I was just thinking about you while I was jacking off last night,” I kidded, sort of. I was probably thinking of Denise and HER big bottom!
Jolene laughed, like I knew she would. “I’m in Dallas for the weekend, and I’d really love to see you. That is, if you don’t have a girlfriend, or several, by now.”
“Jolene, there’s been no one since you,” I told her, which was the truth, although I know she thought I was making that up.
She and some friends were in town for the weekend. The friends were going to a dance club, but Jolene came along hoping to see me, and oh, she was no longer married.
I was flattered, and thrilled (and horny)! Just talking with her on the phone was inspiring a boner!
“So, can we get together tonight?” she asked.
:”Of course. Do you have a car?” I wondered.
She didn’t, but she told me where they were staying, and I said I would pick her up at the hotel around six. She agreed.
She was waiting out front when I pulled up, although I almost didn’t recognize her. She’d probably lost 50 pounds and was a total knockout! I was pleased to see she hadn’t lost much in her breasts however!
She got in the car. We embraced and kissed each other deeply. It was like a homecoming.
“What would you like to eat,” I asked her.
“You,” she said, not missing a beat. “Let’s go to your place so I can suck your cock again. That’s what I want to do.”
I could not argue with that. We went right back to my place. We made small talk, none of which I recall, then she said, “Take your pants off. I don’t want to talk right now. I want your cock in my mouth.”
This woman gave the most amazing blowjob! I can’t even say why it was so great, except she was just so totally focused on what she was doing. It was like watching an artist at work, and feeling as if you were part of the art being made. I certainly was being “made”!
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