Radio DJ

When I was a young girl, still in college I had a crush with an older man and the DJ for a local radio station. He was married but I think in some way he liked me.

When I met my husband, I came a cross he loves me to be in the picture of other men. We had a discussion about sex and he again stressed that he wanted to know that I was getting laid by a hard cock. I had resisted this for some time but now agreed that if the situation was there I would consider it. So that is the moment the DJ came in the picture again.

We met and rode down on his motorbike on 14th Street into a seedier part of town and then he pulled into a rundown trailer park, once a nice place for Northern retirees but now got to hell. Many of the trailers were boarded up, down at the end Bert pulled into a drive and stopped the bike. I could see other bikes parked at neighbouring trailers.


I got off the bike and followed him. We entered the hot interior of his small trailer. It was a single wide perhaps thirty five feet long. He want over and turned on an ancient air conditioner which started with a loud racket. He then went to a cabinet, got out two short glasses and a bottle of Jack. Poured a small amount in one and about five fingers in the other which he downed. He held the other glass out and said, “take off that top, Hot Stuff and you can have a drink.”

I looked at him for a minute then undid the knot holding the shirt and dropped it to the floor. He admired my big breasts and did not seem to mind the slight sag. I walked over and took the glass downing it also.

I then reached down undid my shorts dropping them and adding them to the shirt. In all my glory I stood looking at him. I was wearing a top, leather pants and high heels. I felt confident and looked great and could see his approval as the lump in his pants enlarged. I stepped forward, knelt down, reached up and unzipped his jeans.

He took them off and stood there in a tight pair of jockeys with what looked like a cucumber in them. He then dropped his jockeys revealing a large, thick, uncut penis. Thick veins and a bulbous head capped it off. My heart jumped as I took it weight in her hand. Leaning forward I took that head into my wet mouth and started running my tongue over it.

It must have been awhile since he came because he started to moan, jerked driving forward into my mouth and unleashed a torrent of cum. Five hard squirts and several smaller ones. I swallowed as much as I could but some of it dripped down onto my breasts.

Picking me up he carried me back into the bedroom and threw me down on his bed. He got up on the bed, spread my legs and started rubbing his hardening cock against my labia lips until he got his head at the entrance of my vagina. Then he popped his large head into me. He drove hard, all the way in then pulled out. This was the male taking the female.

This was ancient sex. As he started driving into me as I came, shocked at the ease of it I locked my legs around his body and met him as he drove in and out of my pussy. Sweat dripped off of us as we coupled on the hot bed. In my mind I was back in my hippy youth Radio days and I was thinking about all the nights I was masturbating with him in my mind. Feeling his lust and seed. What seemed like too soon he came again, along with me. A driving force of nature, a****l, total sexual. Climax. Oblivion.

When I woke up, he was sitting there with a beer, looking at my body. I got up, went into the living room and got my clothes. His cum dripped down my legs as I dressed. Spying his phone I called my husband.

When he answered I said “I’m sorry dear,” I would have called earlier but my cell phone is in my car and I have been on the back of a Harley.” I heard my husband gasp.

“Hope you didn’t worry too much. I just met DJ Bert is going to take me back to my car.”