Chapter 6

The weeks whizzed by in a blur. Threesomes with Jenni and Dave became a regular fixture, and when work didn't hold me back, I'd meet up with Dave after the school run for indulgent morning sessions of heated passion. Ben popped by every other weekend, and in between, I found myself entangled in spicy sexting sessions with men I'd connected with on the apps. A couple of them, I'd even met up with for casual sex. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex, and I was having the time of my life.

One evening, Jenni extended an invite for drinks with a few other school mums. We ended up getting quite drunk in the local pub, and near the end of the evening I found myself alone with Jenni. I was drunkenly telling her how grateful I was to her for opening my eyes to the world of sex and introducing me to Dave. We were getting quite emotional.

Looking around to ensure no prying ears were nearby, Jenni leaned in, a conspiratorial air about her.

"You know, there's someone else I've been meaning to introduce you to," she whispered.

"Oh?" I queried, intrigued. “Someone with a big dick?”

"Oh, absolutely," she replied, lowering her voice even further. "I've met a new bull, he goes by the name Philipe, he's French, and... he's an OnlyFans creator."

I'd vaguely heard of OnlyFans, but it left me a tad perplexed. "A bull?" I inquired.

Jenni rolled her eyes, a chuckle escaping her lips. "I forget how green you are to all this," she said. "A bull is a non-monogamous man with a massive cock who fucks other men's wives and single women."

I was feeling a rush of arousal at the revelation. This sounded like something I might be into. "And the OnlyFans part?" I inquired, my interest piqued.

"So, he's got an OnlyFans page where he shares videos of himself fucking women with his massive cock," she explained, forgetting to moderate her voice in her inebriated state. And just as she finished that sentence, the music abruptly stopped, and her proclamation of "massive cock" echoed in the sudden silence. A few nearby heads turned our way, prompting us to dissolve into fits of giggles.

Reality was beginning to sink in slowly. "Bloody hell, Jenni, have you made a porno?" I whispered.

"No! Well, I suppose you could label it that way," she chuckled. "He simply recorded us, and it's accessible to his paying subscribers—only a few thousand people."

"Oh my goodness," I gasped, "What if someone from the school sees it?"

"Highly unlikely, it's just a few thousand among 8 billion. The chances are minuscule. Plus, my face is blurred in it," she reassured.

"Alright, I suppose that's pretty low risk," I concurred, my body responding with that familiar warmth between my legs as I listened to Jenni's tales of sexual escapades.

"Anyway," she carried on, taking a generous sip of her wine, "The thing is, he's incredibly attractive, well-endowed, and he absolutely blew my mind. I wondered if you fancied a go with him."

"Oh my goodness, on camera?" I blurted out.

"Yeah, why not," she shrugged. "At the very least, it'll give you something to enjoy while having a solo session. Here, take a look at him." She grabbed her phone from the table, flicking through some pictures until she found the ones she was after. "Look at this."

She showed me snapshots of a well-built, nude black man. His erect member was indeed impressive. She swiped through a few more pictures, now featuring Jenni herself, her lips wrapped around his member as she pleasured him. The final picture displayed her face, covered in his cum.

“Fucking hell Jenni,” I gasped, “You’re so naughty.”

“No naughtier than you, so don’t give me that,” she laughed, “I’ve seen you with cum on your face, remember. So are you interested?”

"Well, I'm interested in that cock, but I don't know. Besides, what makes you think he'd be into someone like me? I'm hardly the stuff of a porn star," I confessed, grabbing at the bulge of my post-kid belly.

“Are you kidding?”, she told me, putting her hand on my bare thigh, “You are smoking hot. I could suck your big tits all night.”

If I wasn't already aroused before, I certainly was now. I'd been intimate with Jenni multiple times, but always in Dave's company. Now, I was viewing her in a different light. Was I on the brink of experiencing my first encounter with a woman without a man around? "We could head back to mine," I suggested to her. "You can focus on my breasts while I test out my new vibrator."

And that's precisely what happened. We indulged in passionate, alcohol-fueled lovemaking for several hours, exploring my extensive collection of toys. I climaxed so many times that keeping track became impossible.

After we finally caught our breath, lying there naked, sore and slick with sweat, she brought up Philipe again. "Should I drop him a message?" she inquired.

"Go on then," I agreed. "The mere thought of it is making me both anxious and turned on."

Seizing her phone, she snapped a topless, sweaty selfie of us in bed and sent it to Philipe, asking if he was interested in fucking me. His response came swiftly—a resounding yes, suggesting the following day.

"Oh bloody hell, Jenni," I gasped, feeling the nerves kick in. "I'm so jittery. Will you come along?"

"And watch you with Philipe? Absolutely!" she enthusiastically replied.

***

The following day, Jenni and I arrived at Philipe's city centre apartment around mid-morning. OnlyFans had become his full-time gig, bringing in substantial income. As he swung the door open, Jenni made the introductions. Philipe exuded ease and charm, and I found myself warming up to him immediately.

His bedroom resembled a movie set, adorned with multiple cameras mounted on tripods, assorted lights, reflectors, and laptops. After getting us drinks and some casual conversation, it was time to get down to business. I perched on the bed beside him while Jenni settled in a chair across, observing. I felt a rush of nerves as if I was losing my virginity.

We shared a kiss to kick things off. Philipe's touch was both firm and gentle, his broad chest muscles palpable through his shirt. It didn't take long for me to start feeling aroused. As he tugged my top over my head, my ample breasts were unveiled, clad in a lacy bra. The awareness of the cameras trained on me heightened my sensations, adding a thrilling sense of allure and audacity to the moment.

Philipe's hands gravitated to my breasts, caressing them, his thumbs tracing over the lace, teasing my pink nipples that peeked through. A surge of sensation shot through my body, straight to my core. Our kisses grew fervent, urgent, as if I craved him desperately.

He guided me gently backward onto the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried. With measured intent, he began unfastening my shorts, the anticipation of his touch causing me to instinctively reach for my own breasts, caressing and teasing my nipples. In a deliberate sweep, he removed both my shorts and knickers in one smooth motion, discarding them carelessly to the floor. He opened my legs and moved slightly to the side and I realised he was making sure one of the cameras captured the view of my spread pussy.

It dawned on me that Jenni was also privy to this sight. Curled up in the armchair, she sat with her jeans undone, her hand slipping beneath her knickers, silently observing the scene unfolding before her.

Philipe parted my folds gently with his hands, positioning himself between my legs. His tongue made contact with my clit, sending an electric jolt of pleasure coursing through me. The sensations intensified as he delved into licking, his tongue assertive and slick. I found myself clutching at my breasts, unable to contain the pleasure that surged through me. "Oh God," I gasped, overcome by the waves of ecstasy. He persisted, his tongue skillfully dancing around my sensitive clit until, unable to hold back any longer, I gripped my breasts fiercely. A tidal wave of sensation crashed over me, causing my entire body to convulse and writhe in the throes of a powerful climax.

Philipe leaned in for a kiss as I basked in the warm afterglow of my climax. My fingers found their way to his belt, swiftly undoing it to reveal his impressive, hard cock—every bit as substantial as Dave's. With both hands, I tenderly stroked it, relishing the firmness beneath my touch as our lips met in a passionate embrace.

He moved onto his back, and it was clear he wanted me to suck his cock. Glancing at the camera positioned at the foot of the bed and catching Jenni, her fingers working fervently between her legs while she attempted to stifle any sounds of pleasure, I took his member in hand, admiring it. “Mmm, your cock is so big and hard,” I murmured to him, a tinge of excitement lacing my voice..

Careful not to obscure the camera's view with my hair, I traced my tongue along the entire length of his shaft before enveloping the tip with my lips. His size was such that I couldn't possibly accommodate even a fraction of his girth in my mouth. Instead, I focused on sucking and licking the tip while both hands worked his shaft with a deliberate rhythm.

Suddenly, he was on top of me, firmly holding my arms down as he drove his cock inside me. The sensation was intoxicating—feeling him enter me, asserting dominance. His deep thrusts elicited cries of pleasure from me. Each withdrawal left me feeling aching and yearning, only to be met with the overwhelming ecstasy of being filled so profoundly as he continued to thrust.

Lifting my legs and pinning them back against my shoulders, he intensified his rhythm, pounding into me with fervour. Amidst his thrusts, thoughts raced through my mind of the multitude of women he must have pleasured on this very bed, and I felt lucky for being among them.

My body teetered on the edge of another climax when he abruptly withdrew from me. A cry of frustration escaped me, but he swiftly plunged his middle two fingers inside, vigorously targeting my G-spot. In an instant, a colossal wave of sensation engulfed me, propelling me into a squirting orgasm of monumental proportions. My wetness sprayed upwards, forming an erotic cascade over both of us.

He kept up the rhythmic motion, relentlessly stimulating me to experience one squirting orgasm after another. It was an onslaught of sensation, a torrent of release that surged through me repeatedly. It felt like an endless cascade, at least ten times over, until the bed beneath us was thoroughly drenched. I had never fathomed that I could produce such an incredible volume of squirting pleasure.

Before I could catch my breath and regain my bearings, his rigid cock was thrust back inside me, driving deep with forceful intent. He pounded into me vigorously, his tongue intertwining with mine while his hands fervently explored my breasts. Any sense of surroundings faded away—I was oblivious to the cameras capturing our every move. All that existed in that moment was the intense union of my core and his relentless thrusts.

Amidst this passionate fucking, I soared towards another climax, lost in the sheer intensity of our connection. My body convulsed with pleasure once more, my fingers clenching tightly against his back as I rode the waves of ecstasy crashing over me. The world dissolved into a blur, leaving only the relentless dance of my pulsating core and his driving force within me.

After he withdrew, a moment of respite settled between us. I glanced at Jenni, her complexion flushed and heated, her hand lingering within her knickers. Sweat patches adorned her grey top, evidence of the intense pleasure she'd experienced. It was clear she had indulged in several orgasms of her own. With a subtle gesture, she offered me a thumbs-up, a silent acknowledgment of the exhilarating encounter we'd just shared.

Philipe handed me a bottle of water, and I eagerly took a few sips, my body drenched in sweat from the intensity of the encounter. Moments later, he guided me onto all fours on the bed, positioning himself behind me. Without hesitation, he penetrated me from this new angle, driving into me with fervour.

"God, yes!" I moaned ecstatically as he entered me, his sizable cock engulfed by the tight, slick walls of my core. With my face buried in the bedding, I surrendered to his forceful thrusts, feeling him spread my cheeks as he plunged into me. My breasts swayed wildly, dancing to the rhythm of his relentless thrusts. The intensity grew, and I found myself climaxing once more in response to his unyielding pounding.

"I'm going to come, turn around," Philipe commanded in that alluring French accent of his.

Swiftly obeying his instruction, I turned over, offering up my breasts, cupping them and presenting them to him. With one hand grasping his cock, he grabbed his phone to capture the moment. Then, as he masturbated for a brief moment, he let out a grunt, releasing copious streams of cum that showered my breasts. It seemed to last far longer than I had anticipated, coating me entirely in his substantial release.

"Fucking hell, that was incredible," I gasped, my body collapsing back onto the bed in an aftermath of sheer pleasure. At some point, Jenni had shed all her clothes and made her way over, beginning to lick the remnants of Philipe's cum from my breasts. Her tongue traced patterns across my skin, cleaning me off with delicate precision, each pass sending shivers of tingling pleasure through me.

"You were so unbelievably sexy!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "This is going to be the most mind-blowing sex tape ever." Her lips met mine, and we kissed, the taste of Philipe's essence lingering on her tongue. Surprisingly, the taste ignited a surge of arousal within me, intensifying my desire. Soon, we were entangled in a passionate embrace, exploring each other with fervent touches and urgent caresses.

Jenni straddled me, our lips locked in a feverish kiss, when a sudden cry escaped her and she gripped me tightly. It dawned on me that Philipe, still hard, had entered her from behind. With the same fervour he had shown with me, he began thrusting into her vigorously, eliciting passionate moans of pleasure from her. In the throes of ecstasy, Jenni climaxed intensely, burying her face in my ample breasts.

Philipe exhibited astounding stamina and energy, moving between pleasuring both of us, seamlessly alternating between our yearning cores. His endurance was remarkable, his passion evident in every thrust and movement. Eventually, I found myself lying on my back, with Jenni perched atop me, her wet and lush pussy poised tantalisingly over my face. I eagerly delved into her, my tongue exploring every inch of her, lost in the depths of her arousal. Meanwhile, Philipe resumed his relentless thrusts into my own eager cunt.

Amidst the heated passion, I heard Philipe grunt once more, a signal of his impending release. Suddenly, I felt the warmth and wetness flood me as he poured his essence inside me, filling me with his climax.

Jenni descended eagerly, lapping up the remnants of Philipe's release that trickled from me, while Philipe captured every intimate moment in close-up on his phone. Surrounded by this sensual atmosphere, I couldn't help but feel a surge of liberation and allure. In that moment, I realised I had ventured into the realm of creating an explicit film—a sexual revelation that filled me with a surprising sense of pride.

The sensation of feeling so unabashedly sexy and daringly naughty stirred a newfound confidence within me. I had ventured beyond the confines of my previous experiences, embracing a sense of liberation and empowerment. It was a revelation that marked a significant shift in my sexual journey—a chapter that, amidst its exhilarating and passionate encounters, left me with an unexpected sense of self-assurance and pride.

To be continued...