Ruby Rose was truly living her best life. Attending Beacon Academy two years ahead of time, on the same team as her beloved older sister, and surrounded by new and dear friends, the young woman couldn't imagine a better life than she was living now.
Seated in the cafeteria at a long rectangular table big enough to hold eight people, she sat on one side with her teammates while those from their sister team JNPR sat on the other. They really were one big happy family. Not only had they gone through initiation together, but they battled the daily rigors of school life together every day. What was more ferocious? An Alpha Beowolf or one of Professor Oobleck's pop quizzes? While everyone else's answer may have varied, Ruby knew for certain she would much rather take on a Grimm than a test any day of the week.
Together they could overcome any challenge. Any foe. Any conspiracy and any crime. She'd already battled the likes of Roman Torchwick and his goons, and for Ruby that was even more satisfying than the creatures of Grimm. After all, wasn't it better to be able to fight and beat foes who could survive to know that you were a badass fifteen year old who'd just kicked their butts? Wasn't it so much better to be able to hear their cries of pain and despair as you slammed your high-impact sniper rifle scythe into their soft and squishy human bodies?
Ruby frowned at the thought. Maybe she had a problem which needed serious addressing by a trained professional…
"So, did you two ever figure out who had the best butt in Beacon?" her sister asked, snapping Ruby from her important internal rationalization of what made her tick and why she seemed to have a penchant for violence at such a young age.
Thank the gods for Yang. All eyes turned to the blonde girl, and subsequently at the other two members of Team RWBY who were the focus of the question.
To Ruby's surprise, Weiss didn't glower and glare. Blake didn't bristle and brood. Were those… were those smiles creeping up on their unusually quiet lips?
Weiss' teeth sunk into her lower lip as she glanced away, a noticeable blush coloring her pale cheeks. Blake was the first to speak.
"Actually…" she started, allowing the word to float in the air, forcing Ruby on the edge of her seat. She hadn't liked seeing her teammates argue as they had the other day, and hopefully their small smirks meant that their issues with one another had been resolved.
"Actually, we did learn the answer," Weiss finished for her. Not long ago Blake would have torn Weiss' head off for interrupting and finishing her sentence for her, but now they both seemed to be happy. Not just happy, but happy together. As if they shared some sort of inside joke that the rest of the group wasn't privy to.
Yang's eyebrows rose in interest. "Oh? And do you mind sharing with the class?"
Ruby leaned in, resting her arms on the table and peered to her left in order to see the full extent of her teammates' faces. She was a bit too curious to learn what they'd decided, especially in light of Yang saying that Ruby herself had the best butt on Team RWBY.
"As it turns out, it's Jaune," Blake stated. Her eyes were cast downward on the table's surface as she answered, as if it was too embarrassing to look her partner in the face. Ruby saw how the dark-haired girl's tongue poked through her lips, wetting them as it went back and forth.
It was a curious answer that only begged more questions. Apparently Yang thought so too, and the blonde girl exploded with laughter, leaning back in her seat as it rang through the air. "Really?" she exclaimed with no small amount of surprise. "Jaune? Vomit boy? He's got the best butt in Beacon?"
Weiss and Blake nodded simultaneously, and as before their quiet and seemingly bashful behavior only raised more questions than it answered. Weiss wasn't the type to blush. Blake wasn't the type to shy away from a blunt and direct conversation. Ruby could only wonder what had happened in Jaune's judgment of the contest to make himself the winner.
"Well, ain't that something," Yang grinned, turning her attention from her teammates to the boy who sat across from them. "I don't know how you did it, Jaune, but good job. Who knew you were hiding something so sweet under those jeans?"
Who knew indeed? Ruby was Jaune's best friend, and she had no idea he was hiding such a fine butt. Maybe the next time they got together for a video game night she would make it a pajama party. That way she'd be able to sneak a peek at the goods without coming off like a total perv.
Jaune shrugged, but the expression on his face showed anything but indifference. The thousand yard stare in the boy's eyes made it appear like he'd just survived the trenches of the Great War. At least until, like Weiss and Blake, an impressive smile tugged at the corners of his lips until he was grinning like an idiot. Before today Weiss might have even called him out for it. Now, however…
Ruby cast a glance at the girl next to her, and found that Weiss was little more than a blushing, giggling mess of a girl.
Curiouser and curiouser.
"I mean, I can't deny it," Jaune admitted softly. "Gotta work with what I was born with, right?"
The chuckle from Ruby's right brought her attention back to her sister. "I feel ya," Yang agreed. "But I know at least there's one title you won't be able to steal like you did from those two." Yang played a rapid beat on herself as her palms softly smacked against her chest. Specifically the exposed cleavage which her outfit showed off. "There's no way you'll be able to claim the best boobs in Beacon. That title belongs to me and me alone. I put the tit in title, after all."
Loathe as she was to admit it, Ruby had to agree with her sister. While her own bust wasn't up to par with Yang's, the blonde girl did have an impressive rack. And while she'd never really seen anyone's who wasn't on her team, the redhead couldn't imagine any other student in Beacon who could challenge Yang for that title.
Yang leaned back in her seat, pushing her chest out to let it do the speaking for her, and grinned in satisfaction at her self-awarded title as well as her pun. Well, at least today wouldn't turn out like the other night when Weiss and Blake went back and forth insulting each other's butts.
"Actually," a new voice spoke up. Ruby's head whirled around fast enough to cause whiplash to view its source. "I'm not quite sure that's accurate."
To Ruby's surprise, it was none other than the Invincible Girl, the four time Mistral Regional Champion, Pyrrha Nikos who had spoken. The girl with the red ponytail sat across from Yang, hands clasped neatly on the table before her, green eyes staring ahead into those of her blonde friend.
"Oh?" Yang asked in surprise. She leaned in, lifting herself slightly off of her chair and very intentionally showing off her goods to Pyrrha as she did so. "And who might be a worthy adversary for someone with my gifts?"
"Well," Pyrrha began, and to Ruby's surprise, mimicked Yang's actions as she too leaned in over the table. "Some people may disagree with your opinion. And I do mean opinion." The room seemed to grow colder with each word spoken, and Ruby felt a shiver run down her spine as the two strong young women stared at one another. "And perhaps might claim that… I have the best bust in Beacon."
A gauntlet had been thrown down, and Ruby's instincts screamed at her to run. Yang may have been as tough as they came. She may have been a badass who could throw down with anyone. However, Yang had never faced the likes of Pyrrha Nikos before. The older redhead was a seasoned competitor who had thrashed every opponent in her path to become Mistral's champion.
This could get very ugly very quickly, and that was saying something coming from two girls as beautiful as Yang and Pyrrha.
To Ruby's surprise, Yang laughed. She didn't believe, however, that humor would do anything at all to diffuse this tense situation. "Oh really?" Yang managed to get out between her laughs. "You, Pyrrha? Really? I mean, I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but do you honestly think you can compete with these?" Yang cupped the underside of her bust and pushed it up to emphasize her words, as well as to hopefully force Pyrrha to back down from her challenge.
To no one's surprise, the fierce warrior did not back down. "I believe I can," she answered bluntly. "I've always believed to be particularly well endowed in that area, and so I must disagree with you claiming a title which you've only awarded to yourself."
The two fiery huntresses locked eyes, neither backing from the challenge. Pyrrha was a polite girl, but at the same time her competitive nature did not allow her to back down from a fight. Yang was the same way, and her brash and boastful temperament threatened to be the match which would light this powder keg of fire dust.
Lilac eyes looked Pyrrha up and down, seemingly scanning and assessing the cleavage which her own armor and corset exposed. "Don't get me wrong, Pyrrha, you've got a nice rack and all," Yang admitted. "But let's be real here. It's nowhere close to being as good as mine. Everyone can see that."
Oh this wasn't going to end well. Ruby could feel it. Two strong personalities like those of her sister and their friend wouldn't simply let this go without some sort of competition.
Pyrrha sat up straighter, her hands still folded together neatly in front of her. "Everyone indeed can see," she agreed, nodding toward Yang's torso. "With how much cleavage you flaunt to the world every day. Almost as if… I don't know. You're compensating for something?"
Silver eyes widened at the verbal jab. Had Pyrrha, the kindest and more respectful girl she'd ever met in her life, just insulted Yang? And over her cleavage no less?
A glance over at Yang showed that her sister was in shock too. The surprise was quickly wiped off her face, however, as the blonde girl recovered her senses and in no time was on the counter-offensive.
"Compensating," Yang echoed. "Says the girl wearing something pretty revealing itself, and the only reason it looks half as good as it does is because that tight little corset of yours is acting more like a push-up bra than armor." She hummed in thought, focusing extra hard on Pyrrha's cleavage. "Or maybe those are just really developed pecs. After all, you are pretty unfemininely muscular, Pyrrha."
Pyrrha's eyebrows rose as she eyed Yang right back. "Are you trying to shame me for being in shape?" she asked. "Perhaps you could afford to spend a few extra hours in the gym every week if you want to parade your rather… squishy stomach around for the world to see."
The silence in the air was deafening. The tension at the table was so thick that Ruby could cut it with a knife. She wanted to think up more metaphors and similes, but this conflict was brewing so hot that it was about to reach a boiling point.
Ruby raised a hand hesitantly, trying to seize the floor in order to speak. "Um, girls…"
Her efforts were quashed in an instant, as Blake peered over behind Weiss' back to shush Ruby. "No, Ruby. Let them fight. They must resolve this as women."
Silver eyes blinked confusedly, but as Ruby stared into her friend's golden counterparts she could only nod hesitantly. She had no idea what Blake was talking about, but much like her own fight with Weiss over who had the best butt, apparently this was something which needed to be resolved.
"It's obvious no one's impressed with such modest breasts," Pyrrha continued. "Clearly flaunting all of that skin is in vain since I don't think I've ever seen you dating anyone. Perhaps men just aren't interested in such… sagging things."
Ruby could feel heat beginning to radiate from her sister. However rather than her hair bursting into flames, it was her tongue which spat fire back at Pyrrha.
"I'm not trying to attract anyone," she smiled with as much false sweetness as an artificial coffee additive. "And the reason no one's hitting on me is because they know I'll hit them right back. But speaking of attracting a man…" Yang trailed off, allowing a hand to cover her mouth in faux shock. "I'd do a much better job of it than you and a poor clueless guy who doesn't even see you as a woman. I might even bag him myself if he gets to see my girls."
There was only one person at the table who didn't know what Yang had meant by that, and Ruby knew that was for the best. That didn't stop Pyrrha from reacting to it, however.
Pyrrha stood up, her competitive nature overtaking reason and rationality after Yang's latest verbal jab. Her opponent quickly followed suit, and the two friends-turned-foes stared at one another from across the table. This time it was the boy in question who decided to try and mediate between the two.
From his place beside Pyrrha, Jaune put both hands up, one facing his partner and the other Yang. "Hold on, calm down," he urged. It was obvious to Ruby he was still appropriately in the dark about being that 'poor clueless guy'. "There's no need to fight. You're both really attractive, after all."
Ruby could agree with that, but somehow she didn't think that would be good enough. Not after what Blake had said.
"Perhaps you'd like to test that theory out," Pyrrha spoke, ignoring her partner and speaking to Yang with as much venom as Ruby had ever heard from her. She didn't think the Mistrali girl had it in her, but apparently one didn't rise to the top without having a bit of an edge to her.
Yang flashed teeth when she grinned back at her. "Yeah? I'm down if you are." The blonde cast a glance over to where Jaune stood. "I'll even give you a handicap and I'll still win."
Ruby's gaze fell on Jaune next. If Yang meant what Ruby thought she did, that meant that he would once again become the arbiter in a disagreement.
"You can call it a handicap, but if the decision is obvious then it doesn't matter who the judge is," Pyrrha replied. She was the latest to give Jaune her attention, and her gaze on him lingered even when she continued to speak. "In any case I accept your proposal. Jaune will be our judge, and we will settle this matter once and for all."
The boy looked back and forth with visible dismay on his face, and it was only compounded when Pyrrha took him by the hand and attempted to tug him away from the table. "Pyrrha? What's going on?"
Only an inch or two shorter than him in her heeled boots, Pyrrha stared up into his innocent blue eyes. "Jaune, please come with Yang and me back to our room. We'll explain everything there."
He nodded wordlessly, and the trio of teens took their leave from the cafeteria back to the dormitory. Much like what had happened before with Weiss and Blake, Ruby was left sitting at the table, hoping that like with her teammates, that Yang and Pyrrha would be able to resolve their disagreement and come out of it as friends.
"There goes Vale's ass," Blake commented, staring at the departing boy with a sly grin on her lips.
She half expected Weiss to reprimand her for the crude and lewd comment, but one glance at Weiss' face showed her grinning stupidly as well. The heiress sighed forlornly, her icy eyes locked onto Jaune until the moment he stepped out of the cafeteria.
Ruby looked down at her unfinished food and poked it with a fork. Her friends were weird.
The door clicked shut behind him, and Jaune felt the strangest sense of déjà vu. The last time that two feuding girls had come to his team's dorm room…
A shiver ran down his spine. Especially due to the nature of the disagreement between Pyrrha and Yang. He may have been a little dense at times, but he wasn't stupid. Even if he sometimes pretended to be. After Weiss and Blake's little competition, he could only imagine what was in store for him now that this pair of busty young women wanted him to be the judge of their contest.
"So, Jaune," Yang began, spinning around and flashing him a sweet smile. "Me and Pyrrha would like you to settle a little disagreement for us."
The boy nodded wordlessly. Oh please oh please oh please… his mind begged.
"Indeed," Pyrrha agreed. "It might be a little… unusual, but we would like you to-"
"I'm in," he interrupted with a little bit too much enthusiasm. He hoped that his eagerness wouldn't turn them off to the idea, but considering that they were already all here right now, he couldn't imagine them backing out. Besides, it wasn't like they had anyone else to judge. Ren? No way. That boy probably wouldn't have reacted if Nora came up behind him and rested her chest on top of his head.
Yang nodded approvingly. "Sweet. Don't worry, this will be over in no time. It's such an easy decision that you won't even need to think about it."
I really hope it won't be over soon, Jaune thought.
Pyrrha crossed her arms across her chest. "Getting a little bit ahead of yourself, aren't you, Yang?"
The blonde girl hummed a soft laugh. She removed her brown jacket and tossed it onto the nearest bed, leaving only a tight and revealing yellow tank top to cover up the topic of the debate. "Of course. My gals are so big that I'm always ahead of myself whenever I walk into a room."
One glance at Yang's bust proved her joke to be true. Jaune couldn't believe his luck. First Weiss and Blake's butts, and now Yang and Pyrrha's boobs? Coming to Beacon Academy had been the best decision in his young life.
"Perhaps we should discuss the rules of the competition?" Pyrrha suggested. "After all, in order to judge fairly Jaune should know the criteria he's observing."
Boobs, his treacherous mind thought. Boobs are the only criteria.
"Alright, sure," Yang nodded. She turned to Jaune, her hands resting on the bottom of her shirt where she'd just been seconds away from removing it before Pyrrha had interrupted her. "So it's really simple, actually. We're going to be using the four S system."
The four S system? Jaune was more than familiar with that. After all, that's what Weiss and Blake had explained to him before in order to judge their butts. "You mean size, sculpt, squish, and spankability?" he asked knowingly.
Pyrrha and Yang shared a look. After a couple seconds of holding one another's gazes they turned back to Jaune. "Jaune, how do you know about that?" Pyrrha wondered.
"Well he did judge for Weiss and Blake," Yang said. "Oh that's right, you weren't there when they had their little spat. I guess it makes sense Jaune would know the four S's for butts."
Pyrrha pursed her lips, and her tongue rolled around inside her mouth with seeming displeasure. "Is that so…"
It was indeed so. Jaune was happy he was bringing some experience to the table in this latest competition. He might have even impressed these two thanks to that knowledge of the four S's.
"Buuuuut," Yang followed up. "And no pun intended there, but the four S's you just said are for butts only. When it comes to boobs we use a different scale of measurement. Size, squeeze, smash, and suck."
Only one of the S's was the same. While that one was obvious in nature, Jaune was a little bit excited in his ignorance of the other three. He imagined that he would soon find out what they meant. "So where do we start?" he asked.
Yang smiled, taking a few sauntering steps toward him and tilting her head up to peer into his eyes. "I'm so glad you asked, Jaune," she practically purred. "We'll start with the first and simplest of the S's. In fact, once we get this one out of the way we won't even need to do the other three because I'll be the clear winner."
"We'll see," Pyrrha grumbled over from the side as she took a seat upon her own bed, crossing her legs and resting her hands on a knee.
Reaching down once more to grab the bottom of her tank top, Yang held Jaune's gaze, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Beacon's best butt, say hello to my not so little friends. The best boobs in Beacon."
Yang lifted the shirt up and over her head, revealing a pair of enormous breasts which bounced and jiggled from the simple effort of removing her shirt. Jaune was in awe. They were incredible. They were amazing. They were huge. Full and filled with life, Yang's boobs were the stuff dreams were made of. They were even better than anything he'd ever seen on the CCTnet. And to top them off, quite literally in fact, a pair of perky pink nipples stood erect atop them like cherries on a boobie sundae.
Yang glanced down at them, that knowing smile still plastered on her face when she looked back up at Jaune. "Wow, I guess it's cold in here," she quipped. She took another step toward Jaune, nearly touching his body with hers. "But I don't even feel it with how hot things are right now."
It was indeed quite hot in here. Jaune could practically feel the heat radiating from Yang's nude torso, and it wasn't even her Semblance at play here. No, it was only her big, beautiful boobs that were heating up the room with the power and efficiency of a furnace.
"So, you like?" Yang asked, shaking her torso back and forth, causing her enormous breasts to move and sway with her.
Jaune could only nod stupidly as his eyes were glued to his classmate's chest. "Uh huh."
The blonde giggled girlishly, and whether it was an act or not, Jaune found it just as entrancing as her breasts. He thought right here and now that he had a winner. He couldn't take his eyes off of Yang's boobs. It was over.
"Ahem," Pyrrha cleared her throat, breaking Jaune from his stupor. Another few seconds and he probably would have just agreed that Yang won. "If you're done trying to seduce my partner, I believe it's my turn now."
Jaune was brought back to reality to the sight of Pyrrha standing up and walking over to stand beside Yang. She was a few inches taller than the blonde girl, and while she had legs that would be the envy of runway models, one simple peek at her own chest told Jaune that it paled in comparison to Yang's. Jaune couldn't imagine his partner's chest topping her rival's.
Her face was tinted the slightest shade of red, but Pyrrha drove herself on regardless. Nimble fingers worked the straps of her corset, loosening them one by one until the integrity of the garment began to crumble. As seconds ticked by it started to hang from her body, and unless Jaune's eyes were playing tricks on him, seemingly making her bust look larger.
Then, like a warrior who wore weighted training clothes until she revealed her true power, Pyrrha slid the loosened corset down. She did so with agonizing slowness, and whether that was due to her own trepidation or a ploy to entice Jaune, the boy couldn't say. What he could say, however, was that what came next was a shock to not only him, but Yang as well.
"What the-" Yang exclaimed at what came next.
An eruption of flesh followed as shockingly huge breasts spilled forth from the leather prison which had been guarding them this entire time. No longer locked away, two massive sweater melons which had been hidden since the day Jaune met her were free and visible for him to see. Blue eyes couldn't help but go wide as he was finally able to witness them in all of their beautiful and bountiful glory.
"Damn, Pyrrha," the other girl said begrudgingly. "Where have you been hiding these all this time?"
Where indeed? They were shaped differently from Yang's but they were no less incredible. Where Yang's had more bounce and jiggle to them, Pyrrha's breasts were firmer and perkier. Her nipples were a paler shade of pink, and perhaps due to being confined by their hot corset, not quite as hard. However Jaune could only imagine that they would stiffen up as they were exposed to the air of the dorm room.
Pyrrha smiled knowingly, cupping the underside of her boobs in her palms and giving them a soft bounce. "Contrary to what you said earlier, my corset acts as a sports bra. Not a push-up bra. I need the finest stability when I train and fight, after all."
So these monsters had been there every time the two of them had sparred on the roof together? Jaune felt his face grow warmer at the realization that he slept in the same room as a girl who possessed such incredible… talents. He felt incredibly fortunate to even be able to witness them. Pyrrha was a celebrity, after all. He and he alone was gazing upon the naked breasts of a young woman who was the envy of thousands. The fantasies of men all around the world. They were a sight for him alone. Well, and Yang, but he somehow didn't think that she was appreciating the sight nearly as much as he was.
"So… what do you think?" Pyrrha asked.
Jaune could only nod. "Wow," he offered softly. "They're really nice."
Pyrrha smiled bashfully and glanced away. "Thank you, Jaune."
Yang moved to stand beside Pyrrha, and the pair of topless huntresses were threatening to make Jaune pass out due to blood loss of the brain. "So?" she asked expectantly. "Who's the winner?"
Winner? Oh yeah, there was a contest going on, wasn't there? Jaune was so lost in the moment, not to mention the sight of four gorgeous tits, that his mind wasn't exactly working properly. All he could do was stare at the girl's chests. The more he stared, however, the more he realized that the two were more equal than he'd initially thought. Yang's boobs definitely had more life to them, but Pyrrha's were perky. Both were massive. Both were beautiful. And if he was being honest, both were about the same size. At the very least, they were too similar to judge with a simple eye test.
"Um…" he started uneasily, eyes darting back and forth between the pairs of fun bags. "I can't tell whose are bigger," he stated honestly.
The reactions of the girls were different. Yang, who thought she had the size portion of the contest in the bag, frowned. Pyrrha on the other hand had a sly smirk on her face. Now that her power level had been revealed they were on an even playing field. How was he going to judge this?
Jaune's face lit up with sudden and brilliant thought. "I know!" he exclaimed. "It's simple. What are your bra sizes?"
To his surprise, Pyrrha and Yang shared a look. A nervous one, if he wasn't mistaken. Pyrrha's eyes fell to the floor. Yang sucked in a breath through her teeth.
"Uh, well," Yang started uneasily. "You see… I don't exactly wear a bra…"
The confession shocked Jaune, but then again maybe it shouldn't have. Yang likely wasn't preparing for a contest of breasts when she'd gotten dressed this morning, and one swift removal of her tank top had revealed no bra. She hadn't been lying when she said she wasn't wearing one.
His gaze turned to Pyrrha next. "How about you?"
Pyrrha shrugged nervously. "I… don't exactly wear one either…" she admitted.
Jaune looked back and forth between the two. "Really? Why not?" Not that he was complaining or anything. He wondered how he never noticed or knew that his own partner never wore a bra. It wasn't like he peeped at her while she was getting dressed or anything, but still, it felt like something he should have known.
"They're just not compatible with our huntress outfits," Yang explained. "Bras get in the way when you're trying to look stylish and cool, and they're uncomfortable to fight in."
Pyrrha nodded. "Indeed. And plus like I said before, my corset does the job of a sports bra already."
"And I'm just a free swinger," Yang grinned.
That was all fine and well, however… "What about when you're in your school uniforms? There's no style or fighting to worry about then, right?"
Both girls grew quiet again. Yang coughed awkwardly and Pyrrha blushed slightly.
"Well, I'm just so used to living free and natural that I don't really like how they feel," Yang explained. "My girls need to be able to jiggle and breathe."
"It's true," Pyrrha agreed. "Once you're freed from a cage you don't want to go back inside of it. To start wearing bras again now would be quite uncomfortable."
"So we can't compare sizes that way," Jaune mused. "If that's the case… I honestly can't pick whose are bigger. They're both huge, and are just different enough in how they look to both be really… really nice…"
Pyrrha smiled at the compliment. Yang on the other hand groaned in frustration, throwing her arms up and causing her boobs to jiggle furiously. Jiggle jiggle.
Jiggle jiggle.
"Great. How are we supposed to determine a winner now?" Yang wondered aloud.
Jaune stared at the hypnotic bounces of Yang's chest, and an idea struck him. It was a miracle in and of itself with how much of his blood had traveled from his brain to below his belt. "I know. What about JPS?"
Pyrrha and Yang shared a quick look before turning back to him. "You… know about JPS?" the redhead asked.
Jiggles per second, one of the ways in which he'd measured the butts of Weiss and Blake. To be honest he was just as amazed that these two knew what JPS was. Was it just something that all women knew about which men weren't privy to?
Jaune nodded. "Yeah. Weiss and Blake taught me the other day."
Yang snorted a laugh, elbowing Jaune in the side softly. "Oh yeah, I bet they taught you alright. Like a couple of naughty teachers and their eager-to-learn student."
Things had indeed gotten quite naughty in the end, but no one would ever hear Jaune complaining. Not when he got a taste of everything the two girls had to offer, and was rewarded quite handsomely for his role as their judge. However these two didn't need to know those details. A gentleman did not kiss and tell.
"A-anyway," Jaune pressed, ignoring Yang's joke. "If you want I could set up a scroll to record in slow motion and you two could, um, do your thing?"
Never in his wildest dreams would Jaune have thought he'd proposition Pyrrha and Yang to have their breasts recorded, but here he was. This sort of thing seems to be happening to him a lot recently. What was next? Would someone ask him who had the better legs?
Yang's hands came up to rest on her hips. "You're a bold man, Jaune," she smiled. "Never thought you'd have it in you to ask to record my tits bouncing."
Had he gone too far? "Sorry, I just-"
"I didn't say no," she interrupted, and before he had even set up his scroll she began to jump up and down in place. Boing boing boing. Yang started to laugh as she jumped, but Jaune was simply too distracted by her sheer jiggliness to ask why. "Honestly this is kinda fun. And the look on your face is making it all worthwhile. If I didn't already have maxed out self esteem you'd be giving it a huge boost."
Huge boost. More like huge boobst. Jaune had finally managed to set up his scroll, recording the incredible bounciness that were Yang's boobs. They weren't the only things that were going boing right now.
After a few seconds of hopping up and down Yang ceased, but to Jaune's chagrin. However there was science to be done, and he backed the video up to the beginning to begin the count of the number of times per second Yang's beautiful breasts bounced. Studying the video meticulously, and not just because it featured bare boobs, the answer came to the young man.
"Eight JPS," he concluded. He wasn't sure if that was a good number or not, but considering Yang's endowment, it had to be solid.
The fist pump of the blonde girl gave him his answer, and Yang seemed thrilled by the number. "Aw yeah," she gloated. "Go me."
Jaune turned to Pyrrha next, and the look on her face resembled the one she wore when in Miss Goodwitch's combat class. She was fired up and ready to compete. Now he just had to ask his partner and friend to jiggle for him.
"So, um, Pyrrha-"
"Right," she interrupted, saving him from having to ask.
Like Yang had done before, Pyrrha began to jump in place, causing her own massive melons to bounce. Firmer and perkier, they did lack the sheer floppiness which Yang's breasts possessed, but that didn't make them any less incredible. What it did mean, however, was that there was less jiggle to them. Jaune knew that he didn't even need to look at the numbers to determine the winner, but for the sake of professionalism he would do just that.
After a few seconds of bouncing Pyrrha stopped, and Jaune studied the scroll. Pyrrha's body was leaner and firmer while Yang's was bouncier and squishier. While that didn't make one superior over the other, it did help to determine the winner of this contest.
"Only four JPS," he said. "Which makes Yang the winner of the first round."
Yang's hands triumphantly shot up into the air, and she began punching up into it as she whooped in victory. The motions only caused her to jiggle more. "That's right. These babies are number one. We should probably just end it here since it's obvious my tits are the best in Beacon."
After such a strong showing Jaune wasn't sure that this could be disproven. Pyrrha, however, was not convinced. She made that very clear that she wasn't done when she stepped forward to move on to the next challenge.
"There's still three more categories," she reminded her opponent. "I believe that smash is next on the list?"
Smash. Unlike size, Jaune had absolutely no idea what this one meant. Smash what? Like pressing the boobs together? It didn't matter though, as in mere seconds he knew he would find out just what it was that girls learned about which guys did not.
To Jaune's surprise, the topless Pyrrha moved over to the trash can and plucked a pair of empty soda cans from it. Dr. Piper and People Like Grapes cans were set on the surface of the desk, and Jaune could only wonder what was going to happen next.
"Smash," Pyrrha explained as she turned around, speaking more like a teacher lecturing a class than his boobalicious partner. "Is the ability to crush objects with nothing but your breast. The more power and weight behind the blow, the better the object will be smashed. And that is what determines the winner."
Crushing objects with… breasts? Jaune didn't know if this was a joke or not, and he turned to Yang to gauge her reaction. Sure enough her face was as serious as they got, so that meant Pyrrha was speaking the truth. But surely there was no way that a breast could crush-
Without waiting Pyrrha took her right breast in her hand, and brought it down with a terrifying thump onto the People Like Grapes can. Jaune jumped in surprise, and the loud sound of tit on aluminum and wood was something that would remain with him for the rest of his days.
What was left was a can which looked like it had just gone through a trash compactor. No longer standing tall and proud, which was something that Jaune could say for himself after witnessing such a frightening display, Pyrrha's boob had laid the can low in a single blow. Jaune swallowed hard upon witnessing the sheer power of his busty friend's tit.
Boobs were powerful. Boobs were dangerous.
Pyrrha wore a satisfied smirk on her face, and she turned to Yang in invitation to take part in this round of the competition. "It's your turn, Yang," she offered graciously.
Yang stepped up to the challenge without hesitation, sizing up the remaining soda can on the desk. Hefting her own mighty breast in a hand, she slammed it down atop the can as Pyrrha had, and once more the crack of titty thunder sounded in the room.
This can too was crushed, but a simple comparison between the two showed that the results were not equal. Where Pyrrha's mighty blow had obliterated the can into a nearly flat cylinder, Yang's was slightly lopsided. Clearly her boobs did not possess the same dangerous power and weight as Pyrrha's, and it was a credit to the redhead's firmness and perkiness that she was able to smash more efficiently than her opponent.
Jaune stepped forward to eye the cans closer and make the decision official. It took no time at all to reach a conclusion. "Pyrrha's can looks more smashed?" he offered. "So I guess that means she wins?" He wasn't entirely sure of the rules, but that was the only logical conclusion.
Pyrrha smiled triumphantly, but didn't make a show of it as Yang had. "Thank you, Jaune."
She shouldn't be thanking him. Quite the opposite. He didn't know how both girls were comfortable being topless around him, but he was extremely grateful for the show.
Yang grunted with soft displeasure on the decision. "Whatever, moving on. Next is squeeze, and there's no way I'm losing this one."
Striding up to Jaune, Yang all but shoved her chest against him as she peered up into his eyes. The fire in her was beginning to take hold, and he could have sworn that he saw a flash of red in her eyes as she stared up at him expectantly.
He didn't want to make what he believed was the obvious move without her permission. "So, um, squeeze…"
"Means squeeze my tits," she stated sternly. As if the words needed any more emphasis, Yang grabbed Jaune's wrists and brought his hands up to rest on her breasts. "And decide which ones feel better. Come on, go to town on them. I know you've always wanted to. There's no way this has never been a fantasy of yours."
She wasn't wrong, but at the same time he wasn't about to admit that he'd thought about grabbing Yang's tits. Or Blake's. Or Nora's. Or Miss Goodwitch's. Or Weiss' ass. Or many, many parts of the other female students at Beacon Academy.
Jaune squeezed down on Yang's melons, and they were too large to fit in his hands. They were soft and squishy to the touch, squeezing through the gaps in his fingers as he started to grope them. He felt a warm shuddering breath from Yang's nose, and a glance up to her face showed that her eyes were closed while her teeth bit down on her lower lip.
"Yeah, that's right," she whispered softly. "Squeeze them, Jaune. Squeeze my big fat titties…"
Okay, that was hot. Hearing her soft and sensual words, feeling her hot and panting breaths, Jaune wanted to stay like this forever. Yang's breasts were incredible, and as seconds passed he groped and squeezed with manic energy. The squish in his hands was even better than Weiss and Blake's asses. He could feel her hard and perky nipples poking at his palms. How was it possible for something to feel so good in his hands?
"You like them, don't you, Jaune? You love these tits…"
He did. He absolutely did.
He didn't know how much time had passed and how long he'd been fondling Yang's tits. All he knew was that it felt like he'd been doused with ice water when he heard Pyrrha clear her throat. "If you're finished gathering data," she said, prompting Jaune to take his eyes off of Yang's glorious chest to look at his partner. "I believe it's my turn."
Reluctantly Jaune removed his hands from Yang's chest. Now it was cold without them here. It was like winter had come and would last all year.
Lilac eyes fluttered open, and somehow Yang was not offended, displeased, or angry that she'd just had her tits squeezed by the young man. Somehow she seemed smugly satisfied that she'd just had her body all but ravaged by his eager hands. Perhaps to her that was a sign that her boobs were superior.
Jaune didn't know how Pyrrha would be able to top this, but he would absolutely give it his best shot in the name of science. As he reached out to take Pyrrha's breasts in his hands, he was surprised to find them intercepted as Pyrrha took hold of them instead. She led him over to her bed and urged him down on it. Lying flat on his back, Jaune never would have expected her to climb up after him and lay down between his legs. Her back pressed against his chest, and she leaned her head against his shoulder before she reached around to bring his hands up onto her exposed chest.
"Enjoy yourself," she purred, resting his hands on her boobs.
Jaune didn't need to be told twice. Taking hold of Pyrrha's incredible tits, Jaune squeezed like his life depended on it.
Much like Yang's, Pyrrha's breasts were too large to be contained in even his big hands. Unlike them, however, they weren't squishing through his fingers like gelatin. No, these were a different breed of boob. These were the boobs which had crushed a can with ease. These were boobs which had a certain powerful weight behind them. They were firm. Perky. If Yang's boobs were gelatin, Pyrrha's were soft yet firm marshmallows which held their shape as they were groped.
As Jaune squeezed the unseen tits, he felt Pyrrha squirm between his legs, involuntarily rubbing herself against his crotch. "Oh… oh Jaune," she moaned with delight. "Your hands feel so nice…"
It wasn't just the weight of her breasts in his hands which was driving Jaune wild. The weight of Pyrrha's body pressing down on his chest was making this experience all the more pleasurable. Despite the fact that he couldn't see the boobs he was groping, he could smell the scent of Pyrrha's shampoo on her hair which lay mere inches from his nose. He could feel every desperate and pleasurable gasp for air as her body laid against his own. All the while her massive breasts were like putty in his hands, and Jaune was a master sculptor determined to shape them to his liking.
And he liked them a lot.
The hardness in his pants was stabbing up into Pyrrha, and there was no way she hadn't noticed. Yet she didn't seem to care. She laid there atop him unconcerned and basking in his touch. Jaune never wanted this moment to end. He never wanted Pyrrha to get off of him. Yet much like with Yang, all good things had to come to an end. This time it was the blonde girl who brought the party crashing to a halt.
"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day that the Invincible Girl would play dirty," Yang griped. Jaune opened his eyes to witness Yang standing over them with her hands firmly on her hips. "But okay, that's cool."
Jaune reluctantly released his vice grip on Pyrrha's breasts, and his partner left his embrace with seemingly that same unwillingness. Pyrrha stood up to stand beside Yang, and Jaune sat upright on the bed. This would be the hardest category yet to judge, and it was almost impossible to bring himself to determine a winner. However, Pyrrha's actions had given her just the tiniest bit of edge over the competition.
He hoped Yang wouldn't be too upset over the decision. "Um, this one is really hard…"
"And apparently so are you," Yang noted, nodding down to the huge tent in his pants.
Jaune glanced down and nodded before focusing back on the girls. "So… yeah. I guess, um, Pyrrha wins the squeeze category…"
The girl in question nodded graciously in her victory. Yang meanwhile glared. Not at him, but rather the girl who she'd claimed had played dirty. There was a definite flash of red in her eyes this time. Jaune could only hope that this competition would not turn violent.
"Thank you, Jaune," Pyrrha said sweetly.
Lilac eyes narrowed on her. "Thanks my ass," she growled. "But whatever, fine. Next up is the suck category. By all means, go for it, Pyrrha. Let's see what you've got."
The suck category. Much like squeeze, Jaune could make a very educated guess on what that would entail. But there was no way, and he meant no way it could actually be that, right? It was one thing to see. It was one thing to touch. But it was quite another thing to… to…
Taking him by the hand, Pyrrha pulled Jaune up to his feet to stand close to her. With her other hand she pushed one of her beautiful breasts up, both offering it to him and giving him a better angle at it.
"Jaune," she spoke confidently. It seemed as if all bashfulness and hesitation had been banished on this field of competition. The Pyrrha who remained was the Pyrrha who sought nothing but victory. "Please, suck on my breasts."
Being offered the titillating prospect of sucking on Pyrrha's tits, who was Jaune to say no? After all, he had a job to do.
Bending down slightly to get a perfect shot at her chest, Jaune took the nipple of her left breast in his mouth and clamped down. The gasp of pleasure from the girl was even stronger than when he'd been squeezing her, and like a newborn baby he began to suck on Pyrrha's breast like it would indeed provide him nourishment and sustenance.
"Oh… oh, Jaune…" she moaned softly, and he felt her hands come to rest on his head and keep him in place. Not that he had any intention of leaving anytime soon.
His mouth opened wider to take in more of her flesh, and along with her nipple he now had a mouthful of boob to enjoy. There was too much to fit in his mouth, but that didn't stop him from trying to devour the entire thing in a frenzy of licking and sucking.
Pyrrha's hot breaths rained down on the top of his head, and they only spurred him on to even harsher sucking. His tongue lashed out, flicking up and down, left and right, on Pyrrha's now hard nipple. Her heaving chest strained under the assault, and Jaune wrapped his arms around her torso to keep her from escaping the pleasurable attack.
"Jaune… that feels so wonderful…" she whispered. "Please, don't stop…"
As if he could bring himself to do that. What he could do though was abandon her left breast, a wet pop echoing in his ears as he reluctantly let go, only to go back down on her thus far ignored right breast.
"Oh, oh my," Pyrrha gasped in surprise. Jaune went at her other breast with as much vigor and energy as the first, drawing out more and more breaths from his partner. He couldn't believe how good this felt. How great she tasted. How amazing it was to be the one to force her to make those noises with just his mouth.
If this round of the contest was about which boobs were the best to suck on, Jaune couldn't imagine Pyrrha losing it. They were so soft and bouncy, he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever. He wondered if she would like it if he bit down gently on them. Would that feel good? Should he try? Or should he stick with the safe route he'd been going and just suck and lick her into submission?
After a good five minutes of switching between Pyrrha's tits Jaune finally came up for a full breath with a gasp. What stood before him were two huge breasts which were tinted red from his oral assault and wet from his saliva. A glance up at Pyrrha's face showed that it was even redder from exertion and lust.
"Wow," Jaune breathed. "That was…"
"Incredible," Pyrrha finished for him, answering for the both of them.
"Yeah. That."
Pyrrha was still panting hard, and she moved backwards to collapse into a sitting position on her mattress.
"Not bad, that actually got me pretty hot and bothered," Yang said. Oh, right. There was another girl in the room. So focused had Jaune been on Pyrrha's boobs that he'd forgotten that little detail. "But now it's time to get the full Yang experience. Trust me, you won't want to miss this."
Taking Jaune by the shoulders, the blonde girl pushed him over to his own bed where she forcibly sat him down. His mind nearly went blank when she clambered up atop him to straddle his lap. Hungry lilac eyes gazed down at him as if she was the predator who was about to devour his flesh rather than the other way around. Her expression was nothing short of arousing.
"Pyrrha's not the only one who can play dirty," she growled. A sly smirk played on her lips, and Yang wrapped her hands around the back of his neck to control his head. "And I'm a very dirty girl, Jaune."
His hard cock was pressing up against her, and there was no way she couldn't feel it as she sat atop his lap. He couldn't imagine her caring about such a thing at a time like this. Knowing Yang, it was probably a compliment to her and her beauty.
Pressing her chest close to his face, Yang shook it back and forth, lightly smacking Jaune's cheeks with her tits. "Go on. Pick one. Let's get this party started."
Spoiled for choice, Jaune opted to start with the right one this time around. He opened his mouth wide and took as much of Yang's squishy delight he could, clamping down once more before beginning to suck it hard.
The effect was immediate, and the gasp of pleasure from Yang's mouth was music to his ears. One of her hands came up to his hair and squeezed it harshly, causing a sharp but welcome pain on his scalp.
"Oh fuck," Yang breathed. "That's… fuck, that's good, Jaune…"
Yang had the advantage to benefit from Jaune's experience, albeit extremely recent experience. Knowing what to do more now than he had five minutes ago, Jaune swirled his tongue over Yang's hard and sensitive nipple, drawing more and more sharp gasps from the blonde's lips.
"Mmm, that's it, babe. Suck it. Suck my big titties…"
Yang was certainly better at dirty talk than Pyrrha was, but that was no surprise to the boy. What was surprising, however, was how Yang slowly began to grind against Jaune's body. More specifically, his hardness.
She held onto him for balance as well as to prevent him from leaving. As Jaune worked on her breast, Yang worked on his shaft, rubbing her womanhood against it beneath her skirt. Only a pair of very tiny black shorts and her panties stood between her pussy and the tent in his pants, and even clothed he could imagine that she was getting something good out of the contact.
"That's it," she whispered as he sucked. "These tits are yours, Jaune. These tits are all yours."
His. They were his. Jaune didn't know how it was possible, but Yang was making the experience even better than Pyrrha had. The raw, primal meaning of her words, the way she was grinding on his cock, it was a full body experience rather than just the boob in his mouth.
Jaune's hands clamped down on Yang's ass, giving her cheeks a firm squeeze as she rode him. Not as good as Weiss or Blake's, it was still a quality butt, and Yang didn't offer any protests as he groped it while he sucked her tit.
He switched to her left one now, eliciting a brand new series of gasps and moans from the blonde girl's mouth. In the frenzy of pleasure and lust he did bite down softly this time, drawing a fresh and powerful gasp from Yang's lips. Again she offered no backlash from the act. Instead she only encouraged it.
"Mmm, you're making me so wet," she spoke lustfully into his ear. "Don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop…"
He wouldn't. Not until she was satisfied. Hands clamped down on her ass and his mouth raving her breast, Jaune attacked and attacked, sucking and licking and biting as much as he could. Yang's grinding on his lap only increased and intensified until it became so much more than just the suck category of this contest. Yang was trying to get off, and she was doing an incredibly good job at it.
"Almost there," she panted, unrelenting in her pelvic assault. "Almost there. Don't stop, Jaune. Don't stop!"
Fingers squeezed harshly. He sucked her beautiful tit with all his might. Yang responded in kind, grinding on him with enough force to make the bed shake and squeak. He had no idea how long they'd been going at it. Five minutes? Ten? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the final, climactic sound that came from Yang's desperate lips.
"Fuck!" she screamed into his ear, her fingers squeezing down in his hair so hard that he had to summon Aura in order to stop her from piercing his flesh.
Yang's body jerked and spasmed atop him, and in that moment Jaune knew that she'd just orgasmed. He and his body had brought her to the very peak of pleasure. As her movements atop him slowed down Jaune too relaxed his sucking at the same pace until together they stopped entirely.
She collapsed forward into his chest, resting her head against his shoulder and basked in his embrace. For long seconds she remained there trying to catch her breath after she'd used his still hard cock to get off. Jaune offered no complaints despite not cumming himself. After all, he'd gotten to enjoy her tits. He got to feel the immense pride of being the one to make her orgasm. For him there was no greater feeling in the world than being able to satisfy his partner.
"Wow," she breathed, lifting her head off of him to look down into his eyes. "That was… wow, Jaune."
He offered her a small smile, nodding in agreement. "Yeah. It was."
"So like, if you're not doing anything tomorrow night, you maybe wanna-"
"If you're through," a third voice said, and Jaune was once again reminded that he and his partner were not alone in this room. "We still have a contest to determine. Though after that display of debauchery I'm not sure if Yang should be disqualified right here and now."
Yang sadly dismounted from Jaune and turned to Pyrrha, who stood with her arms folded across her chest. Her expression showed that she wasn't happy with what had just taken place. Well, that made one of them.
"Disqualified?" Yang asked. "Jaune sucked on my tits, just like yours."
Pyrrha pointed at her accusingly. "You used him as a sex toy."
"I used the bed as an aid, just like you did," Yang countered. "Or maybe we should disqualify you for lying down on top of him while he squeezed your tits?"
Brilliant green eyes stared harshly into lilac ones. Pyrrha and Yang possessed two of the strongest personalities he'd ever encountered, and so it was no surprise that both of them were taking this contest so seriously.
"I didn't think so," Yang concluded when Pyrrha offered no counterargument. She turned back to him, breasts jiggling once more with the movement. "So, Jaune? Who won the suck category?"
It was no hard decision at all. Pyrrha's breasts had been amazing, but the experience was nothing compared to what Yang had given him. Just like with the squeeze category, it wasn't so much the size or the taste of the boobs which had won him over, but the little things which the girl had done during the act.
Jaune shrugged sheepishly, turning his focus to Yang. "Well, this one I have to give to Yang," he admitted. He didn't feel bad about the decision. After all, it had been the superior experience.
Yang pumped her fist in victory. "Aw yeah, that's right. So that's what, two to two now?"
Jaune recalled the other rounds. Yang had won JPS and suck, while Pyrrha had won smash and squeeze. This was quite a conundrum. Surely it wouldn't end in a tie, would it?
"Indeed," Pyrrha confirmed. "And we've done all of the categories now in the four S's. So that means…"
What did it mean? Jaune was on the edge of his seat. Was there some fifth category he didn't know about? Some sudden death overtime to determine a winner?
"We need a tie-breaker," Yang agreed. "And I've got just the idea."
Jaune could only imagine what pseudoscience Yang would come up with to decide who had the best boobs in Beacon. What would they measure? How would they measure it?
Yang moved to stand next to Pyrrha, seemingly recovered from the orgasm he'd given her. "Jaune. To decide the winner we're gonna have to tit fuck you."
He blinked. Okay, that hadn't been what he'd been expecting. At the same time he wasn't about to complain.
"And whoever makes you cum the fastest is the winner."
That seemed… like a very fair and balanced way to do this! Jaune was all for it. He was on board. One hundred percent in agreement. A tit fuck from Yang and Pyrrha? Absolutely! He was pumped. He was ready! He. Was. Hard!
"And since I came up with the idea, that means I get to go first," Yang said quickly, moving over to Jaune and falling down onto her knees before him.
"Now wait just a minute," Pyrrha protested from behind her.
Yang ignored it as her fingers worked Jaune's belt and zipper. "Sorry, Pyrrha! Can't hear you over the sound of taking off Jaune's pants!"
As he watched the top of Yang's blonde hair while she worked his blue jeans, he couldn't quite believe what was happening. Or maybe he could. After all, had Weiss and Blake not done the same thing when they needed to determine who was the winner of their ass contest?
Once his pants were down only the thin layer of his boxers stood between his manhood and Yang. He was rock-hard and ready to go. Yang pulled down the waistband of the final line of defense for his cock, and the raging monster beneath sprang out to greet her.
Her eyes widened with surprise as the beast narrowly avoided smacking her in the nose. "Oh. Wow. Fucking nice, Jaune."
That was always nice to hear, though based on Weiss and Blake's reactions before, he knew he had nothing to be ashamed of.
He smiled, his cheeks burning despite his lower body suddenly feeling a bit colder. "Thanks." Though knowing what was coming, he knew that his cold lower half would soon be engulfed with soft and squishy warmth.
Yang grabbed hold of her tits and moved them to completely surround Jaune's length. The feeling of them against him was nothing short of amazing. "So I'm just gonna put these here," she told him. She squeezed herself against him until only the head of his cock remained visible. He wasn't small, but neither was Yang. She had a whole lot of boob to cover his cock with. "Aaaaand we gotta lube it up a little bit."
Jaune knew he was lacking any sort of lubricant, but Yang wasted no time in making her own. Gathering up a large amount of saliva, she let it fall between her boobs and onto his cock. It was, up to this point, the hottest thing he'd seen all day.
Yang turned back to Pyrrha. "Get ready to start the clock while I start this cock," she rhymed while his dick sat between her tits. After a few seconds she gave the order to begin. "And go."
What Pyrrha was doing exactly Jaune couldn't say. All of his focus was on the girl right in front of him and her tits. Her tits that were rubbing up and down on the shaft of his cock slick with her spit.
"How's that feel, Jaune?" Yang asked, staring up at his face while she worked his throbbing cock. "Good?"
The soft, pillowy goodness around his shaft felt amazing. Though it lacked the tight and velvety warmth of being inside a girl, it was still an incredibly pleasurable, not to mention visually pleasing experience.
"Really good," Jaune confirmed, watching as those huge breasts of Yang bounced up and down against his lap.
She licked her lips, her gaze unflinching as she worked. "Yeah I'll bet," she purred. "You just sit back and relax. Let these big milkers milk you dry."
Yang definitely had a leg up when it came to the verbal side of sex. In a contest this close that little bit of sensual speaking could make all the difference in forcing Jaune to cum quicker than Pyrrha could.
The fact that Yang began licking the tip of his cock each time it poked through her cleavage wasn't helping matters. Sometimes she even took the entirety of it into her mouth, giving a quick but firm suck before releasing him back down into her bossom.
"I want you to cum all over me," Yang pressed, pumping relentlessly and squeezing herself around him tightly. "Get it all over my face. My neck. My tits. Just let it all out, Jaune. Cum for me."
Jaune had to bite down on his lip as a shudder ran through his spine. Yeah, Yang was way too good at this. Either she had experience in this sort of thing or she'd watched way too many pornos in her off time.
He wanted to grab her by the hair, to do something to show his appreciation for the pleasure she was giving to him. However he knew that the last thing he should do would be to touch her hair. Sadly with her boobs occupied that left him with few options for how to touch her. He opted to squeeze down on the edges of the mattress on either side of him instead.
The action did not go unnoticed by Yang. "Oh? Are you close, Jaune?" she wondered, not slowing down her movements in the slightest. "It's okay. I know how good these things must feel around your big, hard cock. You can cum. I'll be really happy if you cum for me, Jaune. If you do I'll give you an even better reward sometime later…"
Jaune closed his eyes, and his breathing was becoming quicker and quicker with each passing second. The idea of an even better reward entered his mind's eye. As Yang's softness engulfed and stimulated him he could imagine her riding atop him on the bed. Or her bent over while he pounded away at her ass. It was too much. That combined with her busty barrage was too much for him.
"Ah… Yang…"
"That's it," she whispered. "Cum for me, Jaune. Do it."
He did. Without even trying to hold it back, Jaune let it all go. Shot after shot fired out of his cock up at Yang, but still she didn't stop. It wasn't until he'd been drained completely of his spunk that her movements finally ceased. Jaune opened his eyes, wondering what exactly his handiwork looked like.
What he saw was a girl who looked like she'd just sloppily chugged a glass of milk. Sperm hung down from the tip of her nose and chin. The bottom of her neck was slick with his seed. The majority of it had spilled down or landed on the tops of her breasts though, pooling into her cleavage and back onto his cock.
The world felt cold once more when she stood up, leaving his cock wet with cum and saliva and without its warm boob blanket. Reaching over and grabbing some tissues from a box on the desk, Yang began the task of cleaning herself of his spunk.
"Wow, that was a lot," she commented, rubbing her nose clear. "Have you been backed up for a while?"
Sometimes masturbating wasn't the easiest thing to do when you had three roommates. He didn't want to do it in the team's shower either out of consideration for them. It had been several days since he'd last been able to relieve himself in that manner.
Jaune shrugged. "I guess," he admitted.
"Mmm, too bad," she lamented softly. Her gaze fell on Pyrrha. "Too bad indeed. So, champ, what's the time?"
Pyrrha, who was holding a scroll in her hands, looked down at the screen. "Three minutes and fifty three seconds," she answered.
Jaune didn't know if that was a good time or not, but considering that Yang had been aiming for speed and efficiency he knew he shouldn't feel too bad about not lasting longer. Besides, he was still inexperienced in this sort of thing. Having a hot blonde and her monster milkers wrapped around your cock would make anyone cum quickly.
Yang smiled, apparently satisfied with her score. Moving over to take the scroll from Pyrrha's hands, she took a seat on the bed across from Jaune. "You're up, Pyrrha."
Remembering that there was still one more round to go, Jaune moved and got some tissues in order to clean himself up. After all, it wouldn't do to give Pyrrha a messy field to play on.
The wonders of youth, along with the two beautiful and topless girls in the room allowed Jaune to get hard once more almost immediately. After sitting back down on the bed, Pyrrha approached him and came down to her knees. The sight of the Invincible Girl kneeling submissively before him was a strange turn-on for the boy. Pyrrha Nikos had never known defeat before. Here, however, she was almost like a slave ready and willing to serve him.
Like Yang had before, Pyrrha gathered her breasts in her hands and moved them to fully encompass Jaune's cock. Despite drying himself off he was still a little bit slick down there, but not enough for a good tit fuck. He couldn't imagine Pyrrha dropping a glob of spit like Yang had…
Then again he couldn't imagine her doing what she wound up doing instead, and that was reaching down and taking him fully in her mouth, giving a long, sensual suck of his cock before coming back up to nestle him once more in her cleavage.
She peered up at him. Hard, green eyes bored holes into his as she pressed herself firmly around his shaft. "Did you enjoy that, Jaune?"
Did he enjoy having his cock in his partner's mouth? Absolutely. "Y-yeah," he managed to stammer out. "That was nice."
Pyrrha nodded. "Good. Then let's begin."
She started moving immediately, and while it felt wonderful to have Pyrrha's huge boobs rubbing furiously against his cock, they somehow felt lacking compared to Yang's. It wasn't for lack of size. It wasn't for lack of effort. Pyrrha was giving it her all as she mercilessly pumped her enormous bust up and down on his shaft. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Something was wrong.
A harsh realization hit the boy a moment later.
"Come on, Jaune," Pyrrha pressed, lacking that certain playful and sensual tone that Yang possessed. "You can… you can cum for me."
It wasn't even that Pyrrha's dirty talk wasn't up to par with Yang's. No, no amount of prowess in that department could make up for the fact that this playing field was anything but even. He hadn't realized it at the time. Maybe none of them had. Or maybe only Yang had. But this game was rigged from the start.
Jaune had already just came once. It would take a great deal of effort to make him do so again in such a short amount of time.
Pyrrha's face strained in effort and frustration as she pumped his shaft with her tits. The poor girl was doing her best, but this was a losing effort. Seconds ticked by and turned to minutes. Try as he might, Jaune simply couldn't force it any quicker than Pyrrha could. He'd popped his cork once already and the fresh champaign had spilled out. There would be no second great burst for some time.
A glance up at Yang sitting across from him revealed the sly smile on her face as she watched. That must have been why she had been so eager to go first. Whether it was experience or knowledge, perhaps she knew more about the male anatomy than Pyrrha did.
"Come on, come on…" Pyrrha practically begged, squeezing herself against him so hard that she was sure to leave indentations on her breasts from her own fingers.
"Tick tock, Pyrrha," Yang teased. "Almost there." She snorted a soft laugh. "Time, I mean. Not Jaune popping again."
Sadly she was right. As much as he wanted to erupt here and now in the face of such pleasure, not to mention literally in the face of such a beautiful girl, Jaune knew that it would take more than just another tit fuck to make him cum again right now.
"I can do this…" she strained. "I can do it. You're my partner. I know you better than anyone. I should be able to make you…"
The final bit of time ticked away without result, and when it was all over Yang stood up triumphantly. "And that's time!" she announced. Jaune saw how she began doing a little dance in place, causing those fun bags he'd claimed with his own seed to bounce and jiggle as excitedly as her expression. "And the winner of the tit fuck goes to Yang Xiao Long!"
Pyrrha ceased her movements, and turned back to eye the blonde. "That's not fair," she argued. "You got to go first. Of course it would be quicker for you."
With that, Jaune was in agreement.
"You snooze you lose," Yang countered. "Then again you should know all about that. Right, Pyrrha?"
Would she? Jaune didn't know what Yang meant by that, but the way Pyrrha seemed to bristle told him that it meant something that only the two of them knew about.
"Besides," Pyrrha continued, pointing out at her accusingly. "I saw how you were sneaking in little bits of oral during your turn."
Yang moved a hand over her heart, and an expression of false outrage took over her face. "Why, what ever do you mean, Pyrrha? I can't help it if Jaune's dick is so big that it started stabbing me in the mouth before he came all over my tig-ole-bitties."
"Oh really?" Pyrrha snarled. She turned back to face Jaune. More specifically, the still hard cock standing right before her. "Well then how would you like it if I started giving Jaune oral sex?"
Without hesitation or warning, Pyrrha dived down with her mouth, swallowing Jaune whole and clamping her lips around his cock.
Pyrrha Nikos's head began bobbing up and down as she sucked Jaune off.
The feeling of pleasure was immediate, and Jaune released a gasp of delight as Pyrrha's head moved swiftly and efficiently on his dick. His breathing hitched and his hands squeezed down on the bed as he watched his partner's red ponytail swish and bounce while she worked.
Yang moved to stand beside the two with her hands on her hips, peering down at her opponent who was pleasuring him with her mouth and tongue. "Well I wouldn't care one way or another," she answered. "But Jaune on the other hand seems to be enjoying it."
That was an understatement. The only thing that was comparable was being inside of Weiss and Blake. Better than a tit fuck, Pyrrha was going all out in blowing him for the sake of the competition. Never mind the fact that this wasn't even a part of the competition since it didn't involve her breasts. However Pyrrha had made up her mind about doing this, and he knew that once the driven and competitive girl had put her mind to something, there was no stopping her.
Jaune's hands moved up to a head of hair he knew was safe to touch, and he grabbed Pyrrha's ponytail lightly while she sucked him off. "Oh, Pyrrha…" he gasped. "That feels so nice…"
The feel of her lips around his shaft and her tongue swirling on his head was something else. Her breasts had been a fine appetizer, but the oral assault was an amazing main course. It wouldn't be long now. No, not at all…
"Wow. I guess you've wanted to do this for a while, huh?" Yang mused.
She received no answer from Pyrrha. Only the wet and slobbering sounds of her nearly choking on his dick.
Jaune squeezed down hard on her hair now, and he was seconds from the end. "Pyrrha… I'm gonna cum…"
She did not slow down. She did not release him. No, she only kept going. He was pushed past the point of no return, and now there was nothing to do but release. There was nowhere to go but in her mouth.
Jaune burst for the second time today in his partner's mouth, shooting load after load of cum down her throat. A hum came from her when it first hit, but if it tasted bad or if it surprised the girl, she didn't otherwise show it. She kept sucking. She kept swallowing as if it was a sweet treat. Only once Jaune had fired his last shot did Pyrrha relent and come off of his cock.
There was no mess like with Yang, and Pyrrha licked her lips like she'd just eaten a delicious steak dinner. The fact that she had all but devoured a big piece of meat was true though.
"So, Jaune," the redhead said, staring intently into his eyes. "With this round being… as tainted as it is do you have a winner in mind?"
A winner? How could he determine that? Yang had won on an uneven playing field of her own devising, but Pyrrha had given him a mind-blowingly good blowjob. In reality, wasn't he the true winner?
"Well… um…" he began.
He never got a chance to finish that thought before the door burst open, revealing his other female teammate to barge in.
No one attempted to cover themselves up, nor did they yelp in surprise or anger. No one had a chance to say anything, in fact, before Nora spoke excitedly.
"So you guys are having a boobie contest, right?" the shorter girl asked. "Well, check out these gazungas!"
The ginger girl pulled her white shirt up, revealing a bountiful bust to spill down from it and bounce with all the buoyancy of a pair of over-filled water balloons. Who knew that this short stack of a girl was so… stacked?
They were huge. They were beautiful. They were some of the most impressive tits Jaune had ever seen in his life, and he'd seen two of the best pairs ever in great detail today. The problem of choosing the best boobs in Beacon had just been compounded.
Nora began to bounce up and down, swaying her body back and forth to make them flop and jiggle with as much energy as she possessed. "The right one's name is Sasha! And the left one is Nora Jr.! What do you guys think?"
Jaune knew what he thought. He had to force himself to tear his eyes off of Nora's incredible tits to gauge Pyrrha and Yang's reactions.
He saw that both of their faces had fallen. Both looked visibly deflated. Both had a twinge of irritation in their eyes.
"It would appear that there's a new challenger…" Pyrrha growled.
Yang nodded grimly. "Looks like it."
Nora glanced at both, her excited smile fading from her face as the other two girls neared her. "Um, guys? What's going on? What are you do- ah!"
Grabbing hold of their friend, Yang and Pyrrha stripped the shirt off of Nora and closed the door behind her.
"Welcome to the competition," Yang said with as much warmth as a glacier.
"I hope you're ready to enjoy some science," Pyrrha added.
Nora looked back and forth between them, and then to Jaune and his cock, and the smile quickly reemerged on her face. "Yay, I love science!" she exclaimed, hopping up and down excitedly, causing her to jiggle all the more.
Over the past few days Jaune had learned to love it too. He was about to love it some more.
Author's Note: This will probably be the last of the "competition" fics, since I've run out of good characters and body parts to compare. It's been a good run though.
Thanks for reading. As always I hope you enjoyed it.