Chapter 192: A Goddess Pu**y (R-18) Warning: The scene below is a symphony of a foursome and might contain a woman to woman (Slight and with the MC) You can skip if you are not interested in it. Victoria was closest, breathing fast, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I moved on her instantly, the professional detachment gone. Hand sliding up her ribs, fingertips deliberately dragging over the sensitive underside of her breast before cupping its full, warm weight. Her nipple pebbled instantly against my palm, a hard, eager point. My other hand tangled in her hair at the back of her neck, tilting her head back forcefully to expose the long, vulnerable line of her throat. The pulse hammered there – frantic, exposed. I put my mouth on it, not a kiss, but a hard, sucking pull, marking her skin. She gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her hips jerking forward uncontrollably, seeking contact. Across the table, Anya watched, her hair disheveled, her eyes dark with anticipation. My left-hand left Ortega’s thigh momentarily, snaking out to slide down Anya’s sweat-slicked spine. She arched into the touch like a cat. My fingers traced the cleft of her ass, then dipped lower, finding the hot, wet slickness between her thighs. She was soaked, ready. I slid two fingers knuckle-deep inside her in one smooth stroke. A guttural moan escaped her lips, her body clenching around my invading digits. I curled them, finding that spongy spot deep within, stroking slowly, deliberately, while my thumb found her clit, circling the swollen nub with relentless pressure. Her thighs trembled. "Fuck," Ortega breathed, her eyes finally opening, dark pools of lust fixated on where Anya was being fingered. Her own hand drifted down, fingers hesitant at first, then slipping through her own folds. I saw the moment she found her clit, her hips lifting off the table, a low whine building in her throat. "Victoria," I commanded, my voice rough. She blinked, dazed. "Touch her." Understanding dawned. Victoria, still trembling from the assault on her throat and breast, turned her body. She leaned over Anya, capturing one perfect, silver-dusted nipple in her mouth just as I thrust my fingers deeper into Anya’s cunt. Anya cried out, a sound of pure, overwhelmed pleasure, her body bucking between the mouth on her breast and the fingers fucking her. Victoria sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive peak, while her own hand slid down Anya’s flank, teasing the crease of her hip. I reached across Ortega’s prone body, my right hand finding the wrist Victoria wasn’t using. I guided it, pushing her fingers down, down, until they met mine where I was buried inside Anya. I pressed her fingers alongside mine, letting her feel the slick heat, the rhythmic clench. Victoria moaned around Anya’s nipple, the vibration making Anya shudder. I began to move our linked fingers together, fucking Anya in tandem, my thumb still rubbing her clit, Victoria’s fingers adding pressure, stretching her wider. Anya was lost. Words became incoherent sounds, gasps and whimpers blending into a desperate plea. "Please... oh god... please..." Ortega was beside herself, her fingers flying over her own clit, her other hand gripping the table edge tightly, knuckles white. Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her hips grinding against her own hand. The sight of Victoria and I working Anya over was pushing her rapidly towards the edge. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide, desperate. "Me," she choked out. "Please... don’t leave me out." I felt a primal surge. My cock, hard and aching since the towels fell, throbbed insistently. I pulled my fingers (and Victoria’s) free from Anya’s drenched pussy. Ortega whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Victoria straightened, her lips swollen, her chest heaving. I moved to Anya, standing between her spread legs. She watched me, panting, her eyes dropping to my straining erection. I slicked my cock with the oil coating my hands, the cool liquid mixing with the heat radiating from both of us. I positioned the blunt head at her soaked entrance, pushing just the tip inside. Her inner muscles fluttered wildly around me, gripping me like a velvet vise. I looked down at her, at the desperate hunger etched on her face. "This what you need?" I growled. "Yes!" she hissed, trying to lift her hips to take more. "Fuck me! Now!" I drove forward, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. Anya screamed, her back arching violently off the table, her legs locking around my waist instantly, yanking me deeper into her scalding core. She was impossibly tight, her cunt a choking grip around my cock, impossibly wet, her inner walls clamping down like a velvet vise—almost painfully. I felt every fluttering ridge of her, the molten heat of her soaking my length. I didn’t pause. I established a hard, fast rhythm, dragging my cock backward until just the head remained inside her entrance, feeling her slick suction protest, before slamming back in balls-deep. The wet, sucking shlap of flesh filled the room. Each stroke hit deep, blunt head hammering her cervix, jolting her body, making her heavy breasts bounce wildly. Her channel clenched and rippled around me with every brutal thrust, drenching me in her heat, flooding my senses with the raw, wet velvet of surrender. "Ortega," I groaned, never breaking my pace into Anya. Ortega was watching us, still flushed, one hand absently tweaking her own nipple. "Get on Victoria’s face. Now." Ortega moved quickly, swinging her leg over Victoria, positioning her dripping pussy directly over Victoria’s mouth. Victoria needed no further encouragement. She grabbed Ortega’s hips and pulled her down, her tongue diving deep, licking and sucking with feverish intensity. Ortega threw her head back, crying out again as Victoria’s mouth worked her over, her hands bracing herself against the table edge. I didn’t pause. My left hand smashed onto her right breast, fingers sinking deep into the heavy flesh, squeezing and twisting her nipple cruelly but gently between thumb and knuckle. She gasped, spine bowing further. At the same time, my right hand slid down Anya’s sweat-slick stomach, thumb crushing her clit—a hard, grinding circle that made her scream again. "FUCK!" My hips took control. I pulled out until just my swollen head remained inside Anya’s entrance, feeling her slick walls suck at me. Then I slammed back balls-deep—thrusting so hard the table skidded. Wet, sloppy shlllaps echoed with each impact. Each stroke was brutal: Cock pounding deep—blunt head hammering her cervix, jarring her whole frame. Hand mauling Ortega’s breast—fingers crushing the nipple, forcing sobs and whimpers. Thumb grinding Anya’s clit—relentless, punishing circles, making her thighs quiver violently. Her body bucked wildly under me, cunt clenching and rippling around my cock like a wet, greedy throat. I felt her gush—hot slick bathing my length, dripping down my balls. "You like that, Anya?" I snarled, leaning down to bite her shoulder as I pounded even harder, fucking her like I wanted to split her open. She couldn’t answer. Just a strangled, broken cry as her back arched off the table, cunt convulsing around me in waves. Her nipple pulsed tight in my hand, clit throbbing under my thumb. I fucked her through every shudder—cock pistoning, hands claiming, owning every twitch and scream until she collapsed, limp and wrecked, tears and sweat streaking her face. Anya was unraveling beneath me. Her inner muscles began to spasm, milking my cock with each powerful thrust. Her breath hitched, then shuddered out as her orgasm crashed over her. "Oh fuck! OH FUCK! YES!" she wailed, her whole body convulsing, her nails raking down my back. The sight and sound of her coming, combined with the wet noises of Victoria eating Ortega inches away, sent us over the edge. My balls tightened, my vision swam. I slammed into Anya one last time, burying myself deep as my cock pulsed violently, pumping my release deep inside her clenching heat. A guttural roar tore from my throat as I emptied myself into her as she came on my cock too. Near us, Ortega cried out too, her body trembling as Victoria brought her to a shuddering climax, muffled against Ortega’s flesh. Victoria moaned, her own hips still grinding unconsciously, seeking relief as she drank Ortega’s release. The sounds faded slowly – ragged breathing, soft whimpers, the slick sounds of bodies separating. Oil, sweat, and the thick scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Victoria released Ortega, who collapsed bonelessly beside her. Anya went limp beneath me, her thighs falling away. I leaned down, bracing myself on my forearms, trying to catch my breath, the dim light catching the sweat and oil on skin, on the satisfied, exhausted faces of the three women I’d just brought to release. My hands had shown them more than rhythm; they’d shown them oblivion.