A Rapturous Experience

A sudden surge of pleasure rocketed through John. He felt everything. Every bump on Vanessa’s cum-soaked tongue as it ran across the tender flesh of his cock. Every bead of hot moisture in her mouth. The softness of her lips as they formed a tight seal around the base of his shaft. The bouncing breasts and hardened nipples of two sisters as they caressed his body, eager for his attention after neglecting them for so long. The stench of cum pervading the room. The sweet and salty sweat of a dozen women, writhing and grappling with one another. It was overwhelming.

John was no stranger to powerful climaxes. But this… was something else entirely. In a strange way, it reminded John of what happens when you introduced a Mentos to Diet Coke, except the effect was multiplied a thousand-fold. The resulting explosion was apocalyptic.

John’s eyes nearly rolled backwards as cum began to gush out of his cock at a rate neither he nor Vanessa were prepared for. Stuck between him and the bed, she had **** but to swallow. Not that she lacked any enthusiasm. Whether John tasted that good or she was acting under some sort of compulsion brought upon by the Rapture, Vanessa guzzled it, taking long, audible gulps as if she was drinking straight from a milk carton.

But there was too much. She began to **** and splutter, causing cum to dribble from between her lips. John continued to thrust against her face, oblivious to the fact she was drowning on his cock. The whole world had shrunk around him; the only thing on his mind was the sheer power of the climax. Only after it began to wane did he notice Vanessa’s nails clawing at his arms, desperately trying to alert him to the danger.

Dumbstruck, John watched with awkward fascination as Vanessa gulped down as much of his cum as she could. Guiltily, he had to admit a powerful part of him relished the sight. However, her incessant clawing continued, urging him to pull out. The cheerleader let out a loud splutter the moment John’s meat left her mouth, coughing large volumes of cum over her chest and John’s waist. Her face was plastered with spunk and her makeup was smeared with long streams of tears. Yet her eyes betrayed no fury or fear, rather a **** desire for more.

“Fuck…” she croaked through a ragged breath. “I’ve never had a guy cum like that before.”

“I’ve never cum like that before!” John laughed. “You look like you smashed your face in a cake. This Rapture shit is awesome.”

“I know,” Vanessa smirked. “But fuck, don’t put me near a mirror anytime soon.”

A small whine distracted them from the respite of their conversation. Emelia was fervently masturbating on the sheets beside them while intermittently sucking face with the two sisters Vanessa had brought to the bed. Their eyes travelled across Vanessa’s cum-soaked form, unabashed.

“You three, work on cleaning her up,” John ordered as he shuffled back into a more comfortable position to admire his work one final time. “I want her face and chest licked spotless so I can ruin it all over again later.”

Vanessa let out a small shudder of glee. “Please,” she moaned, her thighs clenched tightly at the idea.

The three girls didn’t need to be asked twice, practically diving on Vanessa’s face to lick her clean. Was there something about the **** that drove people wild for cum? John certainly couldn’t argue with the prospect of drowning in pussy. But at the same time, his balls ached. They felt heavier than they’d ever been before; he could practically feel them churn with every small shift of his weight, and it drove him wild with a need for release. John smirked as his eyes travelled down the four writhing bodies in front of him to Vanessa’s soaked crotch. He’d just deposited a year’s supply of jizz into the bitch’s mouth, yet he wasn’t even the slightest bit flaccid, nor even worn out. On the contrary, John craved more. He’d ravage Vanessa’s cunt and breed her with the same volume of spunk he’d sprayed down her throat.

He crawled forward, his balls swinging with the movement, his eyes travelling across the bare forms of his girls. Emelia’s tongue travelled across Vanessa’s left breast, lapping up the semen that had soaked her teat. Her hand, meanwhile, roamed the blonde’s other breast, scooping up the cum on her fingers before shoving them into the mouth of one of the sisters who eagerly mewled and sucked on them like a babe. The other sister sloppily swapped spit and semen with Vanessa, taking special care to ensure that John had full view of their dueling tongues. They loved it. They were addicted to it. The grin wasn’t going to fade from John’s face anytime soon.

John grasped the shaft of his cock and slid it once across Vanessa’s soaked groin before penetrating her. As soon as he entered her, they both let out a loud groan. He was huge inside of her. The walls of her cunt strained around his cock as they contorted to accommodate him. The pleasure was so mountainous it was almost painful, and it grew stronger still as he began to move. It was as if each thrust inside of her was permanently reshaping her to fit him. He was a fucking artist and she was the material with which he worked. It felt so goddamn right.

“Oh, John,” Vanessa sighed. Her body had turned to jelly and she was unable to even muster the strength to raise her head and look at him.

John’s cock was pulsing now. The pressure was building and he was going to burst any second. Any other circumstance and he might have been ashamed at how short he’d lasted. But the possibility of pacing himself had been thrown out the window. Not that John would be lacking the reserves for further rounds, anyway. He was insatiable at the moment. And so were the women that cried his name in chorus.

“Oh, John. Oh, John, oh John ohJohnohJohn,” Vanessa’s sighs filled his ears, but trailed off into incoherent babbling as they continued to fuck like animals in heat. She had lost all control of her body. Her eyes had rolled backwards while her tongue idly squirmed in the mouth of whoever claimed it. Her thighs clenched and her cunt spasmed as every one of John’s thrusts caused a toe-curling orgasm to wash through her weakening body. The bedsheets underneath them were beginning to stick with all the sweat and cum that was soaking into them.

The moment John came again, he was swept up in that same brain-melting bliss. He soared higher with each thick rope he launched inside Vanessa’s **** cunt. Her legs had locked tightly around his backside and John neither had the will nor the capability of pulling out. Her womb was his to fill, and so fill it he did. Unable to support himself, John collapsed forward, sandwiching Emelia between his body and Vanessa’s impressive rack as he continued to uncontrollably climax. He was at a height he’d never reached before. His torrent of cum had filled her womb to the brim but his balls had a seemingly endless supply. Pressure churned his own semen against the head of his cock, but with her channel clamped firmly around his cock, it had no chance of escape. The sensation drove John crazier still.

The torrent turned apocalyptic as John launched warheads of cum into Vanessa’s plugged cunt. Her belly, once lithe and taut, began to ripple and expand to accommodate the sheer volume of ejaculate John was pumping inside of her. When his climax finally settled down, Vanessa looked to be in her second trimester.

John’s hand glided across her belly with wondrous bemusement and let out a small chuckle as it jiggled and churned under the movements of his finger tips. Vanessa let out a groan.

“Look at yourself. Feel yourself,” John ordered, taking her hand and pressing it firmly against her belly. It jiggled again and Vanessa let out a louder groan.

“I-I’ve never felt so… full,” she groaned.

“I bet not,” John laughed and smacked her again, causing another climax to rock through her body. Some of John’s cum spurted out at high velocity, smacking against the inside of his thigh. But full she remained, yet they could not remain in such a state forever. “Emelia, ladies,” John called for their companions’ attention. “I want you on your knees and mouths ready. When I pull out I want you catching the spillage.”

“Oh, fuck yeesss,” Emelia cooed and hurried to obey him. “I’ll do whatever you want, John.”

“You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” John laughed and slapped her playfully on the ass as she crawled to his side. “My little birthday slut that loves the taste of cum.”

“That’s right!” Emelia grinned widely. Her eyes were glazed and half-lidded betraying the state the Rapture had left her mind in.

“You taste wonderful, John,” one of the sisters cooed as she got obediently into position.

“Mmm, I could die happily on your cock,” the other sister added.

“You just might, tonight,” John mused before carefully unhooking Vanessa’s legs from his back.

He began to pull out slowly. Vanessa twisted and turned underneath him as the agonisingly pleasurable pressure that had built inside of her was slowly released. The moment John had left her, a thick stream of cum began to gush from her cunt. He stepped back quickly, and the three ladies ready to catch the mess dove in eagerly to drink.

Vanessa’s whole body shook again as another orgasm seized her, the feeling of John’s cum rushing out was too much for her. A mix of coos and gags sounded from the three girls between her legs as they competed with one another for the intoxicating elixir of fluids. Each had a hand between her thighs. John had never seen something so disgustingly dirty yet profoundly arousing in his life. The sight was truly something to behold.

Playfully, he began to press on Vanessa’s belly causing the torrent of cum to blast out even more. Cum splattered across the girls’ faces and made a greater mess of their already wild hair. By the time Vanessa’s form finally returned to normality, the three between her legs were exhausted and out of breath. They’d done a terrible job altogether. Their bodies were covered in thick streams of John’s cum and the entire foot of the bed was a sticky mess.