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The door to Team RWBY’s dorm room opened and Jaune stuck his head out. He peered down the hall; it was deserted, except for boxes of food and drink neatly placed next to every room. He reached for the one right next to him when the door on the other side of the hall opened.
Ren’s head came into view, a skeptical look replaced by a smile when he noticed Jaune. They hadn’t seen each other in two days.
“Hey, Jaune! Everything okay over there?” Jaune chuckled.
“Considering the circumstances, yeah… How are you guys holding up?” he asked. Something seemed off about Ren. He seemed… haggard? Exhausted? He had rings under his eyes. A voice rose from behind Ren.
“Ren? What’s taking so long? The bed is so lonely without you!” Nora whined, though it sounded mostly played. Mostly. Ren showed Jaune a wry smile and picked up the box next to Team JNPR’s door.
“We’re fine. Lots of time to… get some work done.” Get some work done, indeed, thought Jaune. He should have known Nora was putting Ren through the wringer with nothing else to do. He only felt slightly sorry for his buddy, though. He could imagine worse things than being locked up with a horny Nora for a while, exhausting though that might be. “Say hi to the girls,” Ren said and disappeared in their team’s room. Jaune picked up his own box and closed the door again.
“Food! Finally,” Ruby cheered and came up with a spring in her step; a spring that carried all the way up to her breasts. Jaune’s eyes wandered across the room, across the rest of Team RWBY along with Pyrrha. Worse than being locked up with Nora, huh?
An epidemic was sweeping Vale, and Beacon along with it. To contain the spread of the disease, everybody had been put under quarantine. No one was allowed to leave the rooms they had been occupying at the time, and as it happened, Pyrrha and Jaune had been hanging out with Team RWBY when the order came. Jaune found it silly to be forbidden from crossing a five-foot hallway to get to his own room, but Prof. Goodwitch had made it clear that noncompliance would be punished harshly. Jaune could not begin to imagine what that meant, but the Professor was the one providing everyone with their rations via her Semblance. She had options, and the thought gave him goosebumps.
He watched Ruby dig through their care package. Her silvery eyes almost sparkled when she found a bag of cookies, but the radiant joy was all but wiped away an instant later.
“Cookies are no breakfast,” Weiss said sternly, holding the bag high above her head. Ruby tried to get them back, unimpressed even when Weiss put a hand in her face and tried pushing her away. With Ruby out of the way, Pyrrha, Yang and Blake were able to take stock of their food for the day in peace. Jaune noticed how Blake sneakily pushed a can of tuna out of sight, surely to be devoured later in secret. He didn’t say anything. Tuna was not particularly high on his list of favorite foods and the same went for the other girls, he knew. No one would have complained had she asked if she could have it. The question was, was Blake unaware of this, or was this thievery mostly meant as a pastime?
They had been in quarantine for four days now, and he could not blame her if it was just that; something to do. The room was not meant to be occupied by six people, and movies and games got old, too, if they were all you had to do for days on end.
However, the boredom was not what Jaune was struggling with. Being pent up in the small room with five girls had left him feeling pent up, and unlike Ren, he thought wryly, there was no relief in sight.
Everything had been well the first day, and he didn’t think much of it when the girls dressed more lightly on the second day. It became a little much on the third day. He and Pyrrha didn’t bring any clothes to change into. For him this meant washing his clothes every day. In the bathroom sink. They felt scratchier than he would have liked, but at least they didn’t smell.
Pyrrha was more fortunate in that the other girls had plenty of clothes to share. However, since she was taller than them, only certain things fit.
The third day she had spent in a black sleeveless turtleneck that didn’t quite cover her midriff, provided by Blake, and a likewise black miniskirt from Yang. Jaune had seen the buxom blonde wear it often enough. It suited her and showed plenty of leg, however, on the taller Pyrrha, it only barely covered her butt. Any glance her way that day threatened a glimpse of what she wore underneath. She had struggled with it all day, pulling it down constantly. Blue, Jaune thought. He grimaced and banished the thought as quickly as it came. Remembering the view was… agitating.
The alternative would have been worse, as he found out on the fourth day. Yang had offered Pyrrha some stretchy sports clothes on the third day. Sweatpants and a tanktop seemed reasonable to Jaune, but what Yang had presented Pyrrha with was little more than a sports bra and skin tight booty shorts. He could still hear her voice, all chipper These will fit for sure. Well, after the grief she had had with the skirt the day before, Pyrrha had donned the outfit today, and boy, did it fit. Jaune could hardly look at her without unsavory thoughts bubbling up into the forefront of his mind. The bra held her big breasts firmly, so much so that Jaune could hardly believe that the thing could contain Yang’s breasts. Squeezed together as they were, they were a feast for the eyes. Her firm ass was just plainly visible in her shorts. Seeing how tight they were, Jaune fully expected to see a camel toe in the front, but he didn’t look. Not much. The uncovered parts were no better. Her toned stomach and thighs, her back, heck, even her calves and her arms! Everything he saw just brought to mind one episode or another when that beautiful body was pressed against him, or in plain view, or when he was touching it all over while Pyrrha beamed at him!
Feeling his pants growing tight for the millionth time over the last few days, Jaune took a seat and tried to escape those thoughts, but Team RWBY wasn’t helping, either. Yang wore shorts and a flimsy top that left her shoulders free. Her clothes weren’t as clingy as Pyrrha’s, but it hardly took away from her sex appeal. When his eyes wandered up her long legs and came across the gap between her shorts and her skin, Jaune couldn’t help but imagine sliding a hand in there. He had done far more with her so many times, and it always felt so good. Her top was no better. It covered her stomach, but she was clearly not wearing a bra that day. Her nipples were plainly visible.
Not bothering with bras seemed to run in the family. Even though Ruby was wearing her usually innocuous PJs, black top and strawberry-printed sweatpants, he could tell she wasn’t wearing one by the way her breasts jiggled while she tried to snatch the cookies back from Weiss.
Blake was just as casual. She only wore a long purple shirt she used for a nightgown. It hung loosely on her shoulders, seemingly on the verge of slipping off of one, and hugged her body tightly in all the right places. She was also not wearing a bra, if he wasn’t mistaken, but it was more difficult to tell with the loose fabric. He didn’t dare to wonder whether she was wearing panties or not. At least she didn’t have the same troubles Pyrrha had had with the miniskirt the previous day.
The only one Jaune felt safe looking at was Weiss. She still wore her white dress and the small white jacket she always wore. As it turned out, she had a couple of each. Of course, Jaune still had to be careful about looking at her too much. She was still beautiful.
Jaune closed his eyes and sighed. They are all beautiful, he thought, feeling defeated. There was no getting around the fact that he was surrounded by beautiful girls, girls he had been intimate with more times than he could count at that point. When he looked at either of them, he could vividly imagine their naked bodies, the feel of them and their sweet whispers in his ears, whether they were scantily dressed or not. Them dressing so lightly only made it more difficult not to think about it.
He envied Ren. He didn’t have to restrain himself at all. He just had Nora there, ready and eager to… Nora flashed through his head, memories of how they had… Stop that!. He didn’t want to think about Nora that way anymore, but it was difficult. She was just as much of a looker as the girls all around him, and so aggressive when it came to sex.
How could he not remember her when he was locked up in this room with the other five, just like that first time. Jaune shuddered internally. Drug induced or not, that first time, when all six of them had pounced on him had been amazing. The only other time the girls… shared him, for lack of a better word was during their vacation in the hot tub. That had been amazing, too.
Jaune couldn’t shake the thoughts, the memories while they were having breakfast. He hardly tasted anything. When he thought of taste, he thought about Weiss’ lips, or Pyrrha’s skin, or Blake’s pussy. When he took a deep drink from a bottle, he thought about making out with Ruby or indulging in sucking Yang’s nipples.
“Are you alright, Jaune?” Blake asked, eying him curiously with those large, golden eyes. He remembered staring into them longingly for what felt like hours when she had asked him to help her during her heat. “You seem tense.” He looked around, and was met with more curious looks. Blue, green, purple, silver; all of their eyes were so pretty. How often had he drowned himself in them during his climaxes? He shifted uncomfortable under their staring.
“Well… it’s just that…” he said softly. “I want to have sex!” The girls kept looking at him. With no immediate response, he started babbling. “I-I just… you’re all so pretty, and I’m locked up in here with you, and your clothes, and I can’t stop thinking about it, and Ren and Nora are-“ He was cut off when the girls collectively raised their voices.
“Finally!” Jaune blinked. Before he knew it, Blake and Pyrrha were trying to take his pants off, and Yang started yanking at his shirt. She pulled it over his head just in time for him to see Ruby wiggling out of her sweatpants. She was not wearing panties underneath. When Blake and Pyrrha gave his pants a decisive tug, his hard cock sprang out, slapped against his stomach, and remained standing, even straining with excitement.
“What do you mean, finally?” he asked breathlessly. Pyrrha was helping Blake out of her shirt, and Ruby was coming closer. Yang was lounging next to him, seemingly in no hurry to get naked, but her eyes rested on his twitching member.
“You’re not the only one horny around here,” she giggled. Apparently not, he thought. Giving her black hair a good shake, Blake continued.
“Being locked up with you like this riled all of us up, and knowing you, we had to turn up the heat a little bit so you would come out of your shell already.” Turning up the heat was right. Blake, now completely naked, took a seat next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. She felt warm. Meanwhile, Ruby was climbing into his lap. Evidently, she was going to go first, and Pyrrha helped, by holding his cock steady for her!
“You did it on purpose?” he asked breathlessly. Ruby was so close he could see into her shirt. No bra, only two supple breasts he wanted to feel in his hands. “When did you decide on that?”
“When you were in the shower,” Pyrrha told him. A sheepish grin appeared on her face and she looked off to the side as she continued. “…when we weren’t busy thinking about you in the shower.” The others chuckled agreement.
“Why would you…?” he mouthed, but stopped short when he felt Ruby’s slick lips pressing on his tip. Just that was enough to make his body tremble. He wanted it, needed it so badly. The leader of Team RWBY had her knees planted next to his hips on the mattress and smiled at him as she lowered herself.
“Because you’re sexy, Jaune. Ah!”, she whimpered. His hands found her waist and her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she slid down. The feeling was soothing and agonizing at the same time. He was finally where he wanted to be, but it was too slow to provide real relief. He didn’t want to rush her, but he hoped Ruby would be bouncing on him soon. He wanted to say something, and maybe they could tell, because Blake cut him off.
“We had to sit here with you, surrounded by your smell,” she murmured nuzzling the crook of his neck. Ruby was still lowering herself. She was smiling at him brightly. “Weiss is besides herself already.” Ruby sighed, drawing his attention before he could look away. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around him, more tightly than usual even. She was halfway down his cock and began riding; grinding on his sturdy cock. He wished she would have taken all of him, but if she was more comfortable that way, he didn’t mind.
“I need this so much right now,” Ruby said. Her silver eyes caught the light in such a way that they seemed to sparkle.
“Me, too, Ruby,” he groaned, fastening his grip on her waist, and thrusting tentatively. She squeaked, but gave no sign of discomfort. He kept moving, and couldn’t keep from moaning. Her hot, slippery pussy fit so snuggly on his cock, felt so good when it rubbed against him.
Gradually, he worked his way halfway into her as their hips moved in unison.
Ruby was so pretty with her bright smile and her shining eyes. Along with the wonderful feeling of her pussy, it mesmerized Jaune a little. He leaned in to kiss her and she received him. Her lips were so soft and sweet. He knew this moment would pop into his head in the future when he looked at her. It was perfect.
However, everything ends, and moments sooner than most things. When their lips parted again, Jaune recalled what Blake had said. Weiss? The Schnee heiress was standing nearby, but apart, and still dressed. She seemed to look at his dick sliding in and out of Ruby. Her face was flushed.
“Weiss? Are you angry?” he asked.
“More like jealous,” Yang remarked. “Can’t blame her though.” Jaune glanced her way for only an instant, but he saw her hand in her shorts, and the way she watched him and her little sister. His gaze returned to Weiss, and he met her eyes. She griped the hem of her skirt and lifted it, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. She was smooth, as always, and he could tell that even her thighs were slick.
“After yesterday, I thought you might enjoy it if you caught a glimpse under my skirt and…” she said meekly. Her face was bright red. Ruby squeaked, which quickly turned into giggling.
“His cock throbbed really hard when you said that, Weiss,” she said over her shoulder. Of course it did, Jaune thought. How could he not throb at the thought of looking up Weiss’ skirt to find nothing to prevent him from seeing her down there?
Weiss let the jacket slip from her shoulders and came closer. She climbed onto the bed, squeezed inbetween him and Yang and sat on her knees. Her chest was on his eye level, and his breath caught when she pulled down the front of her dress. Her breasts were the smallest out of all of them, but beautiful none the less. Her skin was flawless, her nipples hard and cute, and it seemed as if the blush from her face spread just a little bit onto her chest, as if to remind him off it while he stared at her breasts.
“Touch me, Jaune. Please, I want to feel you…” she said. However, as much of a request as that was, she didn’t give him much of a choice. A slender hand weaved through his shaggy
hair, took hold of his head, and drew him closer. When his lips made contact with her warm skin, it was a kiss, and he kept kissing until he found one of her nipples to suck on. Weiss gasped wonderfully when his tongue started rolling over one of those tender buds.
Between Ruby and Weiss, Jaune barely even processed what else was happening. Blake was still pushing herself against him. Her breasts were hot on his skin, and so were the kisses she placed on his shoulder and neck. Yang had drawn up her shirt, keeping the hem between her teeth to keep it from slipping down again, and openly masturbated to the show she was getting. He only had so much time and awareness to watch her, but when he saw her playing with her nipples and her pussy in equal measure, he throbbed again, which made Ruby gasp and giggle. Pyrrha still sat on the ground, but she was not inactive. In fact, Jaune shuddered under her touch. While Ruby was riding him, she was tenderly handling his balls. They felt heavy, swollen, ready to burst, and she handled them with all the care in the world, or at least that was what it felt like. There was no doubt in Jaune’s mind that when he came, and the orgasm was coming on rather quickly, he would shoot twice as much as he might have done without the massage. His eyes wandered, looking for the emeralds he knew to be hers.
Between the others, he only caught glimpses of her, but what he saw was a gorgeous smile, and that she was still dressed. He hoped she remained dressed a little longer. I want to take those clothes off for her.
Small hands cupped his face and pulled him away from Weiss’ chest. Instead, he found himself kissing Ruby. Just like her hip movements, her kiss was frantic and greedy.
“I’m cumming,” she whispered breathlessly between kisses, so soft that only he could hear. He felt her trembling and twitching around him. Her hot, velvety flesh coiled tightly around him. Jaune hugged her and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
“Together…” he whispered hoarsely. He was just about ready himself. Ruby whimpered assent and held onto him tightly while she bounced on him. He moved her along with his hands on her waist to reach deeper, but he was still not quite there. She was drenched, and her squeaks and moans urged him to cum already. He felt fingers digging into his skin and her bunched up top rubbing against his chest.
Jaune shuddered and his mouth worked almost soundlessly when he came. A choked gasp, and he unloaded inside Ruby. She tensed up completely, as if she had been waiting for permission to cum. Ruby let out a long whine and squeezed him; squeezed him with her arms and her pussy. The quivering of her pussy seemed to carry all the way down her thighs.
The relief was great, but it wasn’t enough. Before his second shot could leave him, he pushed up his hips and pushed Ruby down. She trembled in his arms and looked at him with her pretty silver eyes as he dug all the way inside her. Only when he felt her sitting on his thighs, when his cock snugly fit as deeply as it would go, did Jaune let the rest of his load out.
“So warm,” she said with a trembling smile, “I wanted this so badly…” Ruby slumped against his chest. She was clearly exhausted, but he could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rocking her body still. For his part, he could not have felt any more comfortable. Ruby’s pussy was wonderful, and even after he had released all he had to give, he stayed hard and enjoyed her warm, slippery embrace. He embraced her in turn; ran hands soothingly across her back and kissed her hair while she calmed down. Eventually, he sank onto his back, and
Ruby went with him. His cock slipped out of her a great deal, but he was still inside. She pushed herself up and smiled down at him.
“I needed that,” she giggled, and gave him a peck on the nose. Jaune chuckled.
“Same here,” he said, and raised himself enough to kiss her. A gentler kiss this time; a last high note to a highly stimulating ride. He felt Ruby smiling when their lips touched, and her dainty fingers brushed his cheeks. Jaune only remembered that they were not alone when they parted lips again. All around Ruby, the other four were grinning at him. Yang was the one to voice everybody’s thoughts.
“We’ll be needing you to do that four more times, big boy.”
“At least!” Blake purred, teasingly running her fingernails across his chest. At this point, Ruby dismounted and, finding her legs wobbly, dropped onto the bed. Jaune was nowhere near satisfied yet, and his eyes settled on his next partner.
Pyrrha yelped when he got up and playfully, but firmly, pushed her onto the bed, so that her upper body rested on the mattress, and her knees on the floor. She threw a shy look over her shoulder and pushed her butt out more. He was admiring it; it’s perfect shape and the way the tight shorts she was wearing ever so slightly cut into her skin.
Weiss helpfully put a pillow on the floor for Pyrrha. Once she had made herself comfortable, she wiggled her butt invitingly. Jaune took the liberty of hooking his thumbs into her waistband and pulled her shorts down. What came into view was a perfect, firm butt, that allowed just a glimpse at Pyrrha’s smoldering pussy. His hands slid across the supple skin down to her thighs, which he pushed apart. Pyrrha was dripping.
“Please, Jaune,” she said, “mount me!” He could not say no to that. He slapped his cock on her butt a few times, halfheartedly aligned it with her hole and pushed, slipping by her entrance a few times. He only stopped when Pyrrha complained about the teasing. Ruby had taken the edge off for him, and he couldn’t resist teasing her a little. However, even by just brushing against her, he could tell that Pyrrha was burning up for him.
“Sorry, sorry. Here I come,” he told her, trying to sound soothing, but his voice grew tighter when he entered her.
“OH, thank you,” she sighed and pushed her hips back to take him deeper quicker. Neither of them stopped pushing their hips before her butt was firmly pressed against his abdomen. He didn’t know how many times they had done this before, but he was amazed every time at how good it was to be inside her. Her pussy fit his cock like a glove. The slippery walls gently embraced him, and once he was balls deep in her clutches, Pyrrha tightened up as if to keep him there forever.
Without further ado, Jaune gave Pyrrha’s butt an appreciative squeeze and started thrusting. She was beautiful, whichever way he looked at her, even if he only got to look at her back. Besides her fantastic ass, Pyrrha had a lovely back. It might have been perfectly ordinary to some, but he liked how strong it was. The muscle her rigorous training afforded her seemed to emphasize her body’s natural curves, guiding the eye from her butt to her waist, and up to
the nape of her neck, just above her strong shoulders. Her sweet moans and gasps made what was a beautiful sight to begin with perfect in his eyes.
The only thing marring the image was the sports bra she was still wearing. To fix that, Jaune grabbed Pyrrha’s ponytail and tugged it. Not hard, he didn’t want to hurt her; just enough to make her rise. As soon as she had risen far enough, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her up. His chest pressed against her back, and she reached across her shoulder to caress his cheek. For a moment he stared into her deep green eyes and took a shy smile as an invitation to kiss her. Their lips did little more than brush against each other before his other hand grabbed the bra and yanked it up. Pyrrha giggled as her breasts bounced into freedom, and lifted her arms so he could pull it off of her more easily.
By the time Jaune sent the bra flying across the room and both of his hands grabbed hold of Pyrrha’s luscious breasts, he became aware of the other girls again. Blake was on the floor, next to him. She watched him fuck Pyrrha with pursed lips, but did nothing other than cupping a feel here and there. Sometimes fingertips gingerly traced his spine, which gave him shivers, other times a hand groped his butt. Those occasions were usually accompanied by a small yelp from Jaune, and low rumble, just shy of a purring from Blake.
Ruby was still resting, with her head on Yang’s shoulder. The blonde, meanwhile, had dialed back her masturbation a little. There was no hand in her pants anymore, and only one of her boobs was out. She was rolling her nipple between her fingers while she watched him banging Pyrrha. By how flushed she was and the way she drew deep breaths every so often, Jaune reckoned that Yang had gotten herself off already. However, her fingers had clearly only stifled the fire inside her for the moment, rather than putting it out completely. That was Jaune’s job.
“Jaune, it feels so amazing,” Pyrrha said excitedly. Jaune only kissed her neck for an answer. He was lost in the feel of her breasts in his hands, her body pressed against his, and her pussy firmly embracing him. Just as his fingers brushed across her hard nipples one after the other over and over, his glans kept prodding at her womb. He felt so deeply connected with her at times like these that it took Weiss clearing her throat for him to notice her.
She stood next to him and Pyrrha, glowering at him. Before he could say anything, she pushed her dress down and let it fall at her feet.
“You can’t get a girl all riled up and then just forget about her, mister! I won’t stand for it,” he told him while blushing. Then she had a firm grasp on his head, and pulled him between her legs. Weiss had taken a liking to oral ever since that first time he had served her, and he knew what she wanted. His tongue was unfurled and ready when he made contact with her wet crotch, and he got straight to licking her. “Oh, that’s it,” she sighed.
Jaune couldn’t help but get overly excited. His hips thrust a little harder than he might have wanted, his hands squeezed Pyrrha a little more firmly than before, and what started out as much practiced, methodical cunnilingus devolved into something more akin to a slobbering dog getting a treat. He sucked and licked Weiss’ snatch hungrily, which earned him cute squeals and giggles every time he teased the right spots. However, it wasn’t enough. He let go of one of Pyrrha’s breasts and moved the now free hand between Weiss’ legs and placed it on her lower back. Then he pulled her closer.
He didn’t want to afford her any breaks, and he wanted better access to her pussy. Bereft of his constant support, Pyrrha propped herself up on stiff arms on the bed. He supposed a lot of the concentration that had been dedicated to making her feel good was going into eating Weiss’ pussy now, but she made do. She began moving her hips on her own again, and much harder this time. Slurping noises were just as common as the sound of hips slapping together.
“Jaune! You’re so hard inside me,” Pyrrha panted, sounding delighted. Only Ruby and Yang could see the bright smile on her beet-red face. Meanwhile, Blake leaned in and watched how Jaune’s tongue caressed and teased Weiss’ clit.
“What you’re doing with your tongue looks amazing, Jaune,” she murmured into his ear. “Can I have some of that next?” The question alone gave him goosebumps. It reminded him of eating her pussy when she was in heat and how intoxicating that was. It would have excited him even more if he had noticed how Blake was rubbing her pussy, and how her hips shook with desire. Only Pyrrha felt the result of his increased arousal by the way his dick throbbed inside her.
“Are you cumming, Jaune?” she asked excitedly. As it happened, he was.
“Jaune… Jaune…” Weiss whimpered. Her fingers were digging into his hair almost painfully, but he was familiar with this. She was about to cum, and he would push her over the edge with a little trick. The hand on her lower back slid down between her legs. A single finger slipped into Weiss’ dripping pussy. One knuckle, then another, and then he crooked it only a little bit. He knew the spot, knew how to find it, and when Jaune started rubbing it, Weiss gave a shriek. She tossed her head this way and that, whined incomprehensively, before she cried out and her body stiffened, only to tremble in place.
For a long moment, Weiss just stood there, twitching. Jaune pulled away from her, watched her tremble, before she finally sank to her knees. Pale, slender arms wrapped around his shoulders as she pressed herself against him. She didn’t say anything. She only put her head on his shoulder and watched Pyrrha grind on his cock, but her embrace never slackened.
Which brought Jaune’s attention back to the beautiful redhead. It was a miracle Weiss had distracted him from her, if only for a moment. Not only was she impaling herself desperately on him, she was squealing with every deep dive she took. She was drenched and slid easily along his length, but her pussy coiled around him desperately, quivering ceaselessly. Her hands were clutching at the sheets.
As wonderful as it felt, he didn’t want to deprive her of her pleasure any longer; not that he could have managed much in that regard, anyway. Pyrrha’s intense thrusting had left him on the verge of another orgasm. His hands slid across her back, slick with sweat, and grabbed hold of her shoulders.
“Are you ready, Pyrrha?” he asked. She whined into the sheets, which he took as a yes. Thus, he buried himself as deep as he could and let loose.
Pyrrha’s head jerked up. Jaune only heard her struggling for breath, but Yang and Ruby saw. They saw the wide-eyed shock on her face when Jaune’s hot spunk started flowing into her,
saw it melting away, making way for a pleasured smile, before she crumpled onto the sheets, too exhausted and satisfied to keep herself up anymore.
“That’s one heck of an O-face, Pyrrha,” Yang chortled, which earned her an elbow to the ribs from Ruby.
“As if you look any different when Jaune makes you cum.” Yang blushed and pouted. Just because Ruby was right didn’t mean she had to acknowledge it. The truth was, she just wanted to have her turn already.
As for Jaune, he was still panting after his ejaculation had finally come to a close. He realized his fingers were digging into Pyrrha’s shoulders and loosened his grip a little. He looked at her back, glistening with sweat, and savored the last shudders that rocked her body before slowly pulling out. Weiss and Blake both wanted kisses, and they got them, but only until he managed to pull Pyrrha up into a sitting position. The redhead was limp and fell against his chest. She lazily lifted her head. She was breathing heavily still. Clearly the afterglow had not gone away for her just yet, but even through the haze, her eyes lit up when she looked at his face. Lazy arms closed around his neck. She half lifted herself and was half lifted by him until they could kiss; a long, deep kiss. Jaune’s arms closed around her while it lasted. They wanted it to last. They had to make a little time for their tongues to tumble so tenderly with one another. It felt like a long time at least. It might have just taken a few seconds. The others didn’t complain, and when they broke it off, Pyrrha giggled.
“I feel so much better now,” she said, smiling brightly. She hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Jaune.” Jaune felt Weiss fastening her own embrace. She was looking at him with her gorgeous blue eyes, made more prominent by the red glow on her cheeks, but said nothing. Instead, he gave her a peck on the forehead, which was met with surprised at first, but it quickly turned into the cutest little smile.
“Well, that’s good for you two, but Jaune still has some business to take care off,” Yang said. Jaune looked up just in time to see her flinging her clothes into a corner. She sat on the edge of the bed and grinned at him. “Ready for round three, tiger?” He felt a tug on one arm. Blake clutched it against her breasts and looked at him expectantly.
“Are you?” she asked, rubbing her thighs together.
“Well, he’s still hard. I can feel it,” Pyrrha said in husky tones. To be exact, his dick was caught between their bodies. Obviously, it wouldn’t get soft like that. Not that that was a concern. After days of discomfort, it took more than two orgasms to wear him down.
“Yeah. Let’s do it!” he told them enthusiastically. Yang licked her lips excitedly, and Blake giggled happily next to him.
He didn’t see much during round three. Yang and Blake ushered him onto the bed, where both of them straddled him; Yang his cock and Blake his face, to be exact. The blonde sighed contently when she slid down his length. Meanwhile, Blake’s luscious butt, which had been hovering over his face, came closer, until his lips pressed against her labia. Jaune liked the soft warmth on his face, and her smell was exciting. He extended his tongue, started licking eagerly and was rewarded with soft moans from the Faunus.
It was an altogether more relaxed encounter than the previous ones. The awful pressure he had felt with Ruby was thankfully gone, and after pounding Pyrrha thoroughly from behind it was nice to lay back and let Yang do most of the work. She moved with vigor; rolling her hips and thrusting forcefully. He appreciated how often the angle of entry changed while her tight grasp on him stayed the same. More than ever he felt like he was stuck in a hot vice that wouldn’t let him go.
Similarly, he thoroughly enjoyed his time under Blake’s butt. While he was gorging himself on her sweet pussy, his hands went up to run over her back. Of course, they came to rest on her supple cheeks, which he fondled thoroughly. Despite how well trained she was, at that moment everything about Blake was softness; whether it was her soft ass or the soft flesh of her pussy quivering all around his tongue.
“Wow, Blake. Looks like Jaune is trying to devour you whole,” Ruby chuckled. She sounded nearby, but Jaune couldn’t tell whether she was on his right or his left.
“I think so, too,” Blake giggled in return. Hardly, Jaune thought. Immediately afterwards, Blake squeaked, just as Jaune’s lips found her clit. Giving it a nice suck should teach her how much more he had to give.
Just as Jaune pussy eating efforts intensified, so did Yang’s riding. He felt her hands falling onto his chest as her pace grew faster. She was sliding along his whole length easily and with force. Every time their hips met there was an audible clap, and she started moaning loudly besides. However, those moans were eventually muffled. He didn’t know, but he liked to think that her face was buried in Blake’s breasts, even while her hips pounded him into the mattress. Out of curiosity, he reached up with one hand, and was pleasantly surprised when he brushed against something warm and soft. He grabbed it, felt his fingers sinking into warm flesh, too much to be contained by one hand. Besides, something hard was rubbing against the palm of his hand.
“Yes, Jaune. Touch me,” Yang said breathlessly. Maybe it was because she had been masturbating before, but she sounded close, which suited Jaune just fine. After going two times in a row, having Yang going wild on top of him was quite a lot to take. The only thing he worried about was pleasing Blake. Her honey flowed freely, and the noises she made were enough to make a man’s blood boil to be sure, but he felt like he had to step up his game to let her finish soon.
The trio’s fucking grew more and more frantic as they approached their finish. Yang was as slippery as could be, and pounded Jaune with everything she had, and Blake writhed on top of him, while his tongue, in turn, twisted and dug around inside her. One of his hands fondled Yang’s breast, while the other, removed from Blake’s sweet butt, was busy tormenting her hard little clit.
As if on purpose, Blake’s thighs as well as Yang’s pussy seized up and the two of them cried out. Their cries were drawn out, though Yang’s grew a little shriller when Jaune came inside her. With how tight she was around him, the spurts came out strongly. He gasped with every one, or tried. If Blake’s nethers weren’t smothering him, he deeply inhaled her naughty scent, which served to draw his own orgasm out.
Jaune finally got to see again when Blake slumped forwards a little. She and Yang were leaning on each other and laughing softly.
“That hit the spot,” the Faunus sighed.
“More like all the spots. Whew,” Yang laughed and grinned at him across Blake’s shoulder. “Dang, Blake, look at the mess you’ve made.” She turned around, blushed a little and turned to Pyrrha.
“Mind fetching some tissues for him?” and then, directed at Jaune, “I’m sorry.” She hadn’t exactly squirted on his face, but she had dripped enough to give the impression. Jaune took it in good humor.
“Don’t be. So long as you enjoyed yourself, everything’s fine.” That didn’t earn him a smile from Blake alone. The others were gathered around them, smiling warmly. The sweet moment was disrupted when Ruby slumped onto the bed next to him.
“So… can I have seconds now, Jaune?”
The rest of the day went by much the same. Everybody had a lot of frustration to vent after waiting for It for days. Fortunately for Jaune, the girls understood that going a dozen rounds in a row was a little much, even if he had been pent up to bursting at the start. Fortunately for them, Jaune made sure to entertain them with his hands and mouth regardless, until all of them had had their fill. They all slept soundly that night, and headed to bed earlier than the previous days, too. Fucking all day was exhausting.