A/N: I Can't tell you how excited I am to get this chapter out. It was so much fun to write and the relationship between Glynda and Pyrrha came to be so naturally, it was a genuine pleasure to write.
Chapter 9
Tag(s): Masturbation, Cowgirl, Voyeurism, Face Sitting, Cream Pie.
Girl(s): Pyrrha, Glynda.
Words: 10,175
Jaune stepped out of the shower feeling squeaky clean, just in time to get dirty again. Steam poured out behind him, carrying the smell of the coconut soap Jaune had found in Glynda's bathroom. He'd had no other alternatives, only to discover that he rather enjoyed the feminine products. Running a hand through his damp locks, his hair had never felt so smooth or silky.
'So that's how she does it,' Jaune mused, remembering the sensation of his newest wife's hair spilling around his hand. He'd always been more of a three-in-one kind of guy regarding soap, but you couldn't argue with the results. And shooting a seductive grin into a mirror, he gave his reflection a wink.
Embarrassment bubbled in his chest, but it was dwarfed by everything else around him. He could be a little silly, and it wouldn't be the end of the world. But it was strange, feeling so comfortable as he walked through his second wife's home without so much as a towel to hide his shame. Sex with a beautiful woman had that effect, and sex with two beautiful women was even better. That was the only explanation Jaune could find that explained how he'd been bold enough to ask for a threesome. But his boldness had been rewarded. And that reward was waiting for him to step forward and claim it.
A fragment of his past self stopped him from doing so immediately. A facsimile of the old Jaune, before he had been touched by Pyrrha's kindness and Glynda's honesty. A boy who could never have imagined this life for himself, and whose voice still echoed in the back of his mind. A voice that warned him that two women were far beyond what he could handle.
Jaune pushed those kinds of thoughts aside as easily as Glynda's bedroom door. He was not the same boy who entered Beacon without a plan and without hope. And the two beautiful women laid out for him on the bed was proof.
"I am one lucky bastard…" Jaune didn't mean to say the words out loud, but his wives' amusement made up for his blunder.
Glynda's eyes danced from the bed, hinting at the slight curl of her lips. It was a beautiful picture, but Jaune's attention didn't last long. Not when her nude body tempted him to stray.
Laid out much like the other night, her bra held her breasts high, providing a bountiful shelf of cleavage beneath her collar. And besides that, she wore nothing at all, the pale yellow of her trimmed bush peeking out from between two full thighs. All she needed was to uncross those long legs and he would get another peek at the delicate folds tucked within.
But that wasn't the only treasure waiting for him. Pyrrha surprised Jaune, greeting him with the same posture, laying slightly behind the older woman. Except his first wife had undressed completely, without a stitch of clothing to hide her young curves from the dim light of the room. Her face was bright red, but her smile was honest as she gazed seductively over Glynda's shoulders, one of her hands laid delicately over their teacher's hip.
Jaune was helpless but to give her the same treatment, enjoying the teardrop shape of her breasts as they hung off her chest. The light pink of her nipples were already standing for his attention. And the thinner thrush of red that sprouted from her sex, while not as thick as the older woman's, was a little more wild.
They were both visions, smiling at him in anticipation as they offered their bodies willingly to his hungry gaze. Neither moved or prompted him forward, content to let him soak in the contrast they created together. Both pale, both tall and curvy, but different in all the ways that mattered. And when Jaune finally started toward the pair, the limp tube of flesh between his legs had already swollen to its full size. Both women went out of their way to admire the way it bounced toward them until he reached the bed, crawling between the soft valley of their bodies.
"Someone looks happy," Pyrrha acknowledged, making room.
Jaune didn't bother trying to argue, letting his grin speak for itself. "Oh, this is the best day of my life. It's not even close."
"Your life so far," Glynda reminded him, pecking him on the cheek. "During the week, it would be best if you and Pyrrha remained in your dorm with your team. But there's no reason we can't enjoy this arrangement on the weekends."
Jaune perked up, realizing she was right. He'd thought of this as a once in a lifetime thrill that he would never forget, but there was no reason it had to be. The three of them were married. For life. And they'd already admitted they didn't mind sharing him at the same time. This really was his life now.
Emotion welled within him, none of it pure hearted. Aroused and joyful, the blond looked between his wives before surprising Pyrrha with a sudden kiss. Unresponsive at first, she caught up after a few heart stopping minutes of Jaune's tongue thoroughly exploring her mouth. And when he finally parted, she was left dazed, placing a hand over her chest to calm her now racing heart.
"I'm glad we can make you so happy," she giggled breathlessly, her eyes gleaming with approval at the demanding pleasure.
"The happiest man in the world," Jaune agreed, before going back for a second helping. And this time he decided to let the kiss linger, rolling on top of the redhead and allowing his hand to capture one of her breasts to start kneading the soft mound. Pyrrha's back arched against him as he felt her tongue become aggressive against his invading appendage.
It was the perfect start to what was going to be a long morning. Staying with Pyrrha for a few minutes, he allowed himself to enjoy the sharp smell of her cinnamon perfume, the slippery strength of her tongue curling around his, and the eager twitch of her hips as their legs tangled together.
The sounds she made were freely given as she mewled beneath the attention. Giving as good as she got, the younger woman helped herself to Jaune's body and allowed her hands to trace the familiar shapes of his shoulders and arms as they wrapped around her. Jaune even felt her venture lower to grab a handful of his rear, which earned a delighted giggle against his lips.
It was wonderful. He had missed her the other night, despite how much he'd enjoyed Glynda's company. But like a kid in a candy store, he found it hard to focus on just one beauty for long. And with a series of slower, shallow kisses Jaune began to disengage from the redhead.
Turning around, he found Glynda patiently watching the two of them enjoy each other's bodies. Curiosity had drawn her attention toward Jaune's hands and how he touched his other wife. And seeing those hands start to crawl in her direction, the temperature of her gaze increased until he descended on her with the same passionate fervor he'd unleashed on the redhead.
Jaune didn't kiss Glynda like he had kissed Pyrrha, and neither did he touch her the same way. Soft lips lingered together, closing against each other slowly with the occasional slip of the tongue to taste the spice of each other's saliva.
It was far more controlled than his and Pyrrha's youthful mauling, but no less intense. Jaune could feel Glynda's emotions in the tender caress of her lips. And the fingers against his chest caressed the skin above his heart with shameless affection.
In comparison, Jaune felt every second of his age in how he reciprocated her love. Trying to match her gentleness, his hands still lingered over her curves, squeezing and groping when he tried to simply enjoy the flawless texture of her skin. But the silk of her bra felt so good against his palm and the generous curves of her ass demanded that he take a handful.
Thankfully, Glynda didn't seem to mind. She enjoyed how much he wanted her, if anything. And the more he touched her, the more she curled against him, leaning into his hands as they explored and coaxed her arousal to life.
This exchange repeated for over thirty minutes, with Jaune bouncing from one woman to the next to sample their reactions, sounds, smells, and how they fit themselves against his body. Nothing was exactly the same, and the young man was continually thrilled by the small inconsistencies.
And he wasn't the only one enjoying the addition to their bed. Jaune had been happy that his wives didn't complain when their turn ended and he moved on to the other. But Pyrrha, in particular, appeared especially supportive when it became Glynda's turn to enjoy his lips. And while he was busy tending to his teacher's needs, fascination glittered in the redhead's eyes as she watched her husband lay with another woman.
Her eyes were wide as saucers, as his hand cupped Glynda's breasts, gently squeezing the sensitive orbs. And they grew wider whenever he gave the older woman's ass the same treatment, rolling the globe of flesh with greedy handfuls that pulled the two halves apart. By the time he went back to his first wife, she welcomed him with more excitement than when he'd left her, becoming increasingly impatient with her arousal.
Surprised and only a little confused about what was getting his wife so hot and bothered, Jaune happily did his best to satisfy her needs. And progressing into third base for the first time that morning, his adventurous fingers were met with another shock when he found how wet the redhead had become.
The tangle of soft red curls that greeted him were already sticky with dew. And reaching a little deeper, Jaune could feel the heat of her sex lick at his fingers even before he could stroke the swollen and puffy flesh between her legs. Pyrrha spread her legs eagerly sensing his intentions and Jaune bathed his hand in the sodden mess he and Glynda had accidentally encouraged with their performance.
"Gods, Pyr. You're so wet," Jaune mumbled against her lips, more in awe than accusation. That didn't stop his wife's face from erupting at the comment. Her embarrassment was cut short by Jaune's finger pressing into her folds, coaxing the moist flesh with slow, firm strokes. The poor girl was so wet that the sound of her flesh began to fill the quiet room for all three of them to hear.
His partner whined at the treatment, bucking her hips and urging him toward the source of her torment. He obeyed, bracing two fingers at her entrance before thrusting them forward. Suddenly Jaune found the sharp sensation of her nails testing his back as her pitch deepened into a groan. The motion of her hips quickly found a rhythm to match Jaune's leisurely pumps against her greedy sex sucking at his fingers.
Eyelashes fluttering, the green orbs watered as she shyly peeked up at him, speaking around her shaken breath. "I-I missed you last night," she defended her neediness, ducking her face against his shoulder. Jaune felt his cock throb at the pitiful keen she hummed into his collar.
Jaune couldn't help the image that came to mind. One of Pyrrha alone in their bed, wet and wanting, while he'd been away fucking Glynda on her hands and knees. Had she touched herself? Would she tell him if he asked? Jaune was tempted, but he decided to spare her any more embarrassment. For now. His wife had missed him, and he needed to make up for that lost time.
Turning to Glynda, he found her with the same curious observation she'd been affording them whenever it was Pyrrha's turn. "Do you mind if Pyrrha gets her turn first?"
He looked in her eyes for any hint of rejection, but there was none. Instead, she turned a fond gaze toward the younger woman and answered, "I suppose that's fair after stealing you for myself all night. Don't worry about me, I know how to keep myself entertained."
Touched by the love he could already see building between his women, Jaune didn't stop to think about his teacher's words. Not until the arm she'd draped over her hip fell and her topmost leg bent, revealing her blonde core. And without a hint of shame or self-consciousness over her body, the older woman's fingers found her sex and began to leisurely rub at the supple folds. She remained facing the two teenagers the entire time, clearly comfortable with her nudity and letting them watch with the same mask of calm that they had seen during breakfast.
It was insanely arousing for Jaune to behold. And Pyrrha, the blonde eventually realized. He was the first to recover, looking at his red-haired wife, only to see her eyes trained on the blonde fur between Glynda's legs. More importantly, she was looking at the other woman's sex with the same expression he had.
Jaune couldn't help the smile on his face at that revelation. It looked like his hope for girl-on-girl action wasn't as far as he'd thought. But he restrained his amusement, watching her watch Glynda while wet flesh sounded to his side.
Rather than demand her attention, he leaned to whisper in her ear, "you know, I haven't forgotten the promise I made. I doubt Weiss can still hear us all the way from here, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't still try, right?"
Confusion turned to fear before Jaune's eyes as Pyrrha comprehended what he meant. But her husband didn't give her time to argue, grinning against her flesh as he began kissing his way down her body. Kissing and licking whenever he decided to linger around the interesting areas. And by the time he spread her legs, placing his face level against the wafting heat of her crotch, the younger woman had hidden her face behind her hands.
She still couldn't help her embarrassment. But neither did she try and close her legs anymore. It was her own version of progress that Jaune appreciated every time she trusted him with her body. And this time, despite her shame, she still found her attention drawing back toward Glynda as she peeked through her fingers.
It looked like the other woman had found some inspiration in her students' display. What had started as slow strokes had already evolved into a faster rubbing against her soft furrow that peeked when she braced a finger against her entrance. Pyrrha's lips parted when that finger disappeared inside her body at the exact same time that Jaune's tongue found her weeping slit.
The three of them quickly lost themselves in their individual pleasure. Jaunt drank Pyrrha's nectar like he had been starving, comforted by the familiar salty tartness he'd come to associate with the redhead's pleasure. Broad strokes with a flat tongue never failed to summon her voice, and this was no different. Holding her pale thighs apart in each hand, the blonde could feel them start to shake a second before the first moan fought itself through his wife's pinched expression.
The younger woman's cheeks immediately flamed, painfully aware of the second participant in bed with them. Yes, Nora and Ren were usually in the room when she and Jaune made love, but they had made their conscious efforts to ignore them abundantly clear.
Glynda made no such concessions. Her gaze had taken on a hungry intensity as she watched their shared husband's face move between the other woman's legs. Laying a few feet away, she could hear every groan and whimper that Pyrrha failed to hold back and the wet juices of Jaune's tongue slurping at her soaked folds.
Pyrrha tried to stifle herself more than usual. But holding her hand against her mouth only lasted as long as she had air, and her hammering heartbeat spent the resource like dust being fed into an inferno. Feeling her chest start to burn, the teenage girl had no choice but gasp, releasing the pent-up arousal that had been building inside her.
She moaned. Screamed, actually. Filling her lungs fueled the noise until her head spun, and her breasts rose with another desperate inhalation. Her next breath wasn't nearly as noisy, but just because she didn't have the energy, already feeling her stamina bleed from her muscles like an open wound. All she could do was lay there, taking her husband's assault as her body began to break down around her.
The younger woman had no choice but to surrender to him, allowing her hips to start rocking against his ministrations and embracing the sound of her voice rising in pitch. It was terribly embarrassing, and she prayed Glynda wouldn't judge her too harshly. But then, their teacher had a right to know what kind of woman she was sharing her husband with.
A dirty one. A girl who had experienced the best that sex had to offer and was slowly becoming addicted to the warmth and love she felt every time her husband's naked body was next to hers. Jaune had made her love sex. And while part of her was still ashamed at her body's easy responses, the blond was good at teaching her how to love that side of herself too.
Maybe she liked sex too much. Maybe that made her slutty or whatever other names everyone else would call her if they knew. But Pyrrha would accept that, because it meant that she was Jaune's slut. His dirty girl. All for him. And as long as he loved that part of her too, she felt comfortable exploring the needy hunger he had awakened with his touch.
"Yes!" Pyrrha cried, different from the nonsensical mumbles that Jaune was used to. It was the first time she'd spoken to him while they were engaged, and her approval urged Jaune to repeat the flick of his tongue against her sensitive bud.
Pyrrha responded immediately, her back arching like she'd been shocked as her hips slammed hard against his face. The redhead's hand shot out to grab a handful of his blonde hair. The quiver against his jaw increased harder than ever as she pulled his face against her sex, silently asking for more pressure and more pleasure. And all the while, the motions of her chest rose and fell, driving the keening whimpers.
Her face looked broken. There was no attempt to compose herself, no more worry about Glynda watching the whole thing. She gave herself to her husband, trusting him with her body and soul as pleasure peeked and crested through her figure. Jaune was determined to reward her trust, bringing his pursed lips to the top of her slit where he sucked against the vulnerable bead, drawing the tart pearl against his tongue until he could feel her hammering pulse beat against his taste buds.
XxX
Little did the three lovers know, a certain Schnee heiress happened to be walking by the teacher's dorm at that exact moment. The rest of her team might be content to sleep their weekend away, but she had decided to be productive and head toward the library first thing in the morning. They all had a Grimm biology report due by the end of next week, and she was going to get a head start because that was what a great student did.
This morning was already starting particularly well. In no small part to the entire night of uninterrupted sleep she had enjoyed. Her first since joining Beacon. She wasn't sure why the obnoxious married couple had decided to cool their jets for once, but the selfish part of her prayed it was the start of a new trend.
Morning tea in hand, she was about to cross the red brick building when a familiar sound caused her to stop in her tracks. Concern furled her brow, 'Is there a wounded animal nearby?' But when she looked around, she just found another pleasant Valen morning to greet her searching gaze.
Anyone else would have just kept walking. A few people did, who'd been close enough to catch the sharp cry. Only Weiss remained, frowning at the familiarity tickling at the back of her sizable brain. Where had she heard that sound before?
And then she remembered, staining her pretty white skin in the darkest of reds as a scandalized gasp threatened to rival Pyrrha's own exclamation.
"Here too!?" she demanded. Other students watched her looking all around, like a woman who was being haunted by spirits. Weiss didn't even notice them. "How, where?!" But they were nowhere to be seen. And with only the teacher's building nearby, the poor young woman had no hope of understanding why she had started hearing the couple in the middle of the day. Unless…
"Going crazy?" she mumbled to herself, suddenly fearful. It made more sense than her friends deciding to fuck inside the teacher's dormitory. "Sleep deprivation. Starting to hallucinate. Starting to hear them everywhere!"
Her warm drink spilled onto the walkway, paper cup and all as she dropped it. And as quickly as she had approached the tall red building, she turned right back around to join her teammates and their lazy Saturday morning in. Suddenly, the idea of a few more hours of sleep felt far more valuable than she had been willing to admit.
XxX
Back in the room, Jaune had no way of knowing about his success, not that you could tell by his smile. The lower half of his face was dripping with Pyrrha's climax, and he wore the sticky juices like a badge of pride. Especially as he gazed down at the state he'd left her in. Toward the end, it was hard to tell if he'd gotten two out of her or just one really big one.
The results were the same. Pyrrha laid against the mattress, arms at her sides and legs splayed lewdly. Glynda and Jaune could each see the swollen mess he left her and the residual fluids already starting to cool against her sensitive organs. The girl herself was in no state to care, desperately trying to catch her breath as air roared through her now sore throat, torn apart by her own voice. Her eyes were dazed, seeing nothing around them. He would have been concerned if not for the content smile stretched dreamily across her cheeks.
Without Team RWBY's complaints or anyone banging against the floor to applaud his accomplishments, Jaune turned to Glynda for praise. The older woman hadn't stopped her self-pleasure and, in fact, had sped up somewhere during Pyrrha's euphoria.
Still laid out on her side, her fingers pumped in and out of her now sopping sex with a pace reminiscent of their hard and rough lovemaking from the other night. Cheeks flushed, her eyes bored into Jaune's, knowing he was watching her pleasure and slowing only after she found her voice.
Slowing, but still not stopping.
"You mentioned she could be verbose, but…," the teacher sighed, her ears still ringing. Suddenly, the one or two noise complaints she had received from the first-year dorms made much more sense. Glancing toward the red-haired girl, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, impressed more than anything.
"I'm sorry," fluttered from Pyrrha's lips. Still dazed, still grinning, she had enough shame to recognize her teacher's words and groaned in embarrassment.
"Don't you worry, dear," Glynda soothed, quick to comfort her student. "That was not a complaint. Merely an observation. Although, I will say it is a good thing that I already planned to tell my colleagues about this arrangement. I cannot comment on Ms. Schnee, but poor Bartholomew's apartment is directly below mine, and it would have been difficult to have missed that much noise."
That was another person who'd overheard her being shameless. Wonderful. Pyrrha whined petulantly, wishing she could cover her face. But her limbs still weren't answering, tingly and numb. His class just became so much more awkward!
Meanwhile, Jaune had latched onto the more important part of the teacher's words, blinking owlishly at the unexpected revelation. "We're…telling people?"
It was Glynda's turn to stare at him, the thin lines of her pale eyebrows disappearing beneath her loose hair. "Well," she hedged, looking at him like he was the strange one, "people will likely connect the dots on their own after I change my name." And Jaune had to agree. That was one hell of a hint…
Jaune did his best to keep his surprise from showing. It wasn't that he was upset, just…yeah, surprised. "I guess I assumed we would have had to keep all this a secret? You know. You being my teacher and all." He tried for a laugh and failed. Glynda continued staring.
"I see no reason why," the blonde shrugged her shoulders. "There's nothing illegal about our relationship. All huntsmen are considered adults, in training or otherwise, regardless of age. They need to be to wield the authority sometimes necessary to order civilian compliance in times of chaos.
"And as for fraternization, Beacon doesn't technically have a written rule forbidding relationships between students and teachers for that very same reason. It's frowned upon, surely, and I'll likely attract some gossip, but that has never been the kind of thing to bother me. I am not ashamed of our relationship."
Jaune was inclined to believe that much, if only because she never stopped stroking herself through the entire explanation. It was becoming clear that the opinion of others rarely affected the deputy headmistress' actions, and the young man struggled not to be impressed.
"I noticed," he sighed, glancing toward her busy fingers. His wry tone attempted to breathe back some of the levity his incredulity had sucked from the room. This would all inevitably create even more stress for him once the word was out, but if Glynda didn't care about being known as the teacher who married her student, he wasn't in a position to complain about his reputation.
Glynda's eyebrow rose at his attention, purposefully slowing her strokes so he could see how her prominent lips clung to her fingers. On the next pump in, she stretched her fingers as deep as they could so he could hear the wet meat suck against her long digits once she retreated.
Still hard as a rock, Jaune watched the display and felt himself throb with approval. But Glynda would have to wait. It was still Pyrrha's turn, and she hadn't gotten any cock yet, despite her pleasure. He would make a mess of the redhead first, then show his teacher-lover why her fingers were a poor substitute for the real thing.
Pyrrha finally regained her strength when she felt Jaune collecting her legs. Blinking awake, her heart's tired pace stumbled after seeing him claim the space above her, the familiar weight of his body making itself at home against her curves.
It should have been wonderful to wake up to. Terrifying after what she'd already gone through, but wonderful, nonetheless. However, her talk with Glynda that morning had included a few interesting details. One of which had inspired her to try the next time she enjoyed an evening with her husband. She certainly never imagined that time would come so soon, but she wasn't complaining. She was just a little anxious as she brought her hand to his chest to stop him before he could line his tip against her throbbing core.
"W-Wait," the redhead stumbled, coughing against the pain in her throat. To his credit, Jaune stopped immediately, casting a worried gaze in her direction.
"Are you still tired?" he asked, stroking her hip with his thumb. "I can fool around with Glynda for a while if you need a break?" And oh, how tempting an image that made! But no, Pyrrha had something else in mind and needed to press it now before losing her nerve.
"No," she shook her head, "I'm fine, thank you. I was…wondering if you wouldn't mind trying something new…with me." It wouldn't be as new to him, but she hoped to still make an impression.
Jaune looked at her, surprised. Blowjobs were one thing, but they'd never talked about trying different positions before. The young man found his curiosity tickled, not that he would have ever denied Pyrrha otherwise. He lived for any opportunity to nurture her growing exploration.
With a nod, Jaune found Pyrrha rising from the bed and guiding him into the spot she had vacated. Her juices stewed warmly against his rear, already soaking into the sheets. But everything else fell away as soon as he watched the young woman climb over him, hesitantly glancing sideways. Following her gaze, Jaune found Glynda nodding back at his other wife in approval.
"Glynda mentioned…I mean, when we were talking, it came up that she thought you liked it when she did this?" Pyrrha did her best to explain herself. She didn't know why. It wasn't like she needed a reason to want to try new things with her husband. But kneeling over Jaune's hips made her nervous, and she sought to distract herself from how her nakedness was displayed so clearly.
Jaune's lips pinched after hearing his earlier paranoia confirmed. They had absolutely been talking about him. Then again, he couldn't exactly complain about the result, openly admiring the new angle of Pyrrha's beauty.
Sitting on his hips, he felt the cushion of her rear against his thighs. The smooth lips of her sex split around the underside of his shaft, pinning his cock against his stomach. Low on her stomach, the fiery path of red curls stopped short a few inches above her slit, only to be continued atop her head. And the long, straight locks poured over her shoulders like a crimson waterfall, partially hiding the heavy curve of her breasts and pink nipples underneath.
The young man drank it all in, fervently nodding in agreement. This position was quickly becoming one of his favorites. However, not to the extent that he didn't still worry about his wife's comfort.
His nodding paused as he hesitantly asked, "I mean, as long as you're comfortable." And to his surprise, his wife's expression hardened.
"I am," she insisted, adding after a pause, "or I will be. A lot of the reasons that I get so nervous about all of this is that I'm worried I'm going to mess something up. It might sound pompous, but I'm not used to failure. But this isn't like fighting, and I can't just rely on being naturally gifted to do well."
Shifting uncomfortably at the admission, her expression brightened when she peeked toward their teacher. "But now I have Glynda to explain things I don't know about, and I know I can ask her questions when I need to."
The smile on the young woman's face softened, a tender and heartfelt expression that was immediately returned by her teacher. It wasn't often that Glynda became overly attached to her students, but she genuinely admired the redhead's soft heart, able to see its value in the absence of her own. She would even say that she would have come to care for the younger woman without Jaune's brainwashing.
The moment of solidarity between both women lasted for a few heartbeats. And when Pyrrha turned back to Jaune, her entire demeanor had shifted, carrying the same boldness that hung from her shoulders like a laurel in the arena.
"So you can relax for now," she smiled, pushing a hand against his chest until his back rested against the sheets. "Let me do all the work. And who knows, maybe I'll be the one who makes you scream for once."
Jaune did as he was told, grinning broadly as he relaxed against the feathery mattress. This bolder side of Pyrrha was thrilling to watch, and he was eager to see her take charge.
His wife didn't make him wait long, adjusting her weight off her rear to grasp his shaft and angle the throbbing organ at her opening. He felt the kiss of her warmth as she searched for the right angle, rubbing him back and forth against her folds. Until eventually, the narrow tip found her divot and slipped inside. Her breasts rose with her mute gasp, but she didn't lose her momentum. Biting her plump lip, her eyes closed as her hips descended around him, engulfing him in her soft heat.
Her husband didn't scream, but he did grin after feeling her swallow him to his base in one smooth motion. She was so wet that her natural tightness didn't matter, gliding around him until it felt like he would be crushed on all sides.
It was the best feeling in the world, and Jaune never got tired of it. It felt like he was coming home, safe and comforting. Like everything outside of the room stopped existing besides the two of them. The three of them, now. But as much as he loved having Glynda be a part of his life, this moment had been reserved for Pyrrha and Pyrrha alone.
Jaune let himself relax into the pleasure. For once, he didn't have to worry about her enjoyment or controlling himself —not that he minded. But there was something relaxing about having sex without worrying about his partner. Pyrrha had made it clear that this was about him, and he intended to take her up on her generosity.
In contrast, the redhead's face had become the picture of concentration. For once, she did have to worry about more than enjoying her husband's efforts, and she took that responsibility very seriously.
Raising her hips with a flex of her thighs, she felt him tug against her insides with delicious friction. Her hips weakened, tightening beneath her navel. The added sensitivity of her earlier release made it all the harder. But she repeated the motion, rocking her hips against Jaune's with slowly increasing movements until she began bouncing with slow, shallow thrusts.
It was awkward. Despite her efforts, Pyrrha wasn't used to this position, and it became clear every time they had to stop or slow down to correct themselves. Things like adjusting her knees, losing the rhythm, and even letting him slip out of her were inevitable obstacles that would only disappear with experience. But she didn't let these small setbacks slow her down, getting right back on her horse until she regained some of the control over her body that she flaunted in the arena.
It wasn't long at all before her movement became fluid, rising and falling, perfectly balanced, using the momentum to carry her upward and saving her strength. Jaune couldn't be more grateful, groaning at the soft friction bearing down on him every time her cheeks met his thighs and his blond thatch of hair mingled with the wiry nest of red above her flushed slit.
Pyrrha felt so different from how he remembered the other night with Glynda. Some of that was due to her inexperience, but there was more to it. His second wife had been so rough, so insistent with a single-minded goal of stealing his cum, which had been an arousing experience in and of itself.
However, Pyrrha's motions lingered. They felt languid and purposeful. She took her time, massaging his length with only his pleasure as her goal. She wanted him to feel good, to make him feel good. As good as he has made her feel every night since she became his wife. Jaune could feel the tenderness of her intentions through her body and enjoyed the lazy indulgence.
It felt nice…but not good enough to get him off. Her pace was still too controlled, too conscious of herself to truly give herself to the act. Not that Jaune was complaining. He was more than happy to lay there and watch the redhead bouncing and grinding in his lap for as long as she wanted to perform.
Glynda had other ideas.
Jaune's dazed, half lidded gaze sprung open seeing the other blonde suddenly appear at her student's side. Watching Pyrrha's efforts, she had abandoned her own pleasure to step forward and help guide the younger woman's motions.
"Good," Glynda hummed, her voice far softer than Jaune had ever heard. "You're doing very well. Try to go a little faster now. You have the pace; don't be afraid to lose it."
Looking over from her husband to his second wife, worry drew Pyrrha's brows together. "But…" she hesitated, panting slightly from her efforts. Sweat dotted her forehead and between her breasts, staining her pale skin in a swirling flush of pink. She wasn't overly exerting herself, but Jaune's earlier efforts had lingered in her muscles.
The pleasure of this position surprised her the most, allowing her to control the angle that Jaune pierced her. Unconsciously, she had begun to tilt her hips with each descent, making sure the stubborn thickness of his cock pressed against the front of her channel with every movement, sending her heart racing.
Licking her lips, Pyrrha's expression glanced down at her chest first before she looked back at her teacher, one arm coming across the jiggling flesh with self-conscious fear. "If I go any faster, my…"
She tried to whisper, but the breath in her tone ruined any hope of privacy. Jaune could hear her clearly and understood what she was worried about. With every impact of their bodies, Pyrrha's flesh shook. Rippling around her strong, sturdy thighs and traveling up into her malleable breasts. Even her sedate pace had encouraged a powerful wobble, the pink stubs of her short nipples drawing ovals in the air with every pump of her hips.
Glynda also caught what she was trying to say but met the younger girl's uncertainty with steely encouragement. One hand raised to cup the small of Pyrrha's back, feeling the movement of her body. The other caught the redhead's wrist, pulling it away and freeing the soft flesh to resume its springy routine.
"That's the point," Glynda patiently revealed, like she was back in her classroom guiding one of her students. "Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm not going to judge you, and Jaune certainly won't mind. Will you?"
Jaune was startled when the room's attention turned on him, but he didn't miss his cue. And when Pyrrha's green eyes followed their teacher's to his face, he gave his best breathless smile, nodding like an idiot. He assumed that he looked dumb, anyway, if Pyrrha's sudden giggle was any indication.
It was exactly what she needed to get out of her head long enough to listen to Glynda. Still pressed against the younger woman's side, their teacher continued, "See what I mean? Men are simple creatures. Give them a pair of bouncing breasts, and they won't be able to look away. Don't think too much about your body. Just feel and focus on Jaune's face and how he looks at you."
It was good advice. Too good for the young girl to pass up. Swallowing her pride, Pyrrha obeyed, locking eyes with her husband and following the small pressure of Glynda's hand guiding her movements into a faster and faster rhythm. And like she had feared, the softer aspects of her toned body were affected by the hurried pace.
From behind, Glynda could see how her rear bounced against Jaune's thighs, clapping together with audible exclamation. Her breasts were equally affected, falling out of sync and flopping in every direction as she moved. Occasionally, the vulgarity would fall back into rhythm as they rolled against her chest to collide against each other, rippling as soft weight met soft weight.
Jaune watched it all, his dumb grin getting dumber. Glynda's words might have been a little degrading…if they hadn't been so accurate. But now was no time to argue or prove the older woman wrong. He let his fascination show plainly on his face, wanting Pyrrha to see her effect on him and how beautiful he thought she was.
But it wasn't just Pyrrha that had captured his attention. And with the naked blond still so close to her bucking student, it was inevitable that his attention began to drift between the two, specifically on Glynda's hands and how they laid on the sweaty, writhing teen.
It was innocent enough, and no wandering or stroking occurred. But her proximity to the younger woman was enough to spark his voracious imagination. The blonde was all but pressed against Pyrrha's side in her encouragement, the lace of her bra dangerously close to his first wife's shoulder. Balancing against her, the curve of her hips thrust out to compensate, still offering a glimpse of her puffy arousal tucked between her damp thighs.
All it would take was for Glynda to lean slightly forward and press her breasts into Pyrrha's back. And after that, the hand on her student's shoulder could venture down into the damp nest of curls guarding the younger woman's mons to find her clit and help the redhead find her pleasure with a familiarity only another woman could provide. Something told him his curious first wife wouldn't mind the idea nearly as much as Glynda, and he knew he would love it.
Unfortunately, the blonde teacher had made her feelings on the matter painfully clear, and Jaune needed to respect that. If only to avoid disincentivizing her from them all sharing a bed. Instead, he decided to involve his curvy professor in another way. After all, there was no reason that one of his wives should have to wait for his attention when he was just lying there.
Jaune didn't act immediately, content to burn the image of Pyrrha's heavy breasts swinging freely into his memory. He already knew this was the first thing that would come to mind the next time he glanced at her in class, watching her be the diligent student everyone else got to see. This part of her was reserved for him and only him, and he would never fail to be grateful for the privilege.
As if the arousing picture wasn't bad enough, the added stimulation had already stolen his breath. She was relentless once she got started, and the effect leaked into Jaune's tone as he regarded Glynda with a grin, "You're a good teacher."
Pyrrha's indulgent expression worried at the praise, earning her first whimper. However, her pace didn't pause, speeding up slightly beneath her husband's encouragement. Glynda merely raised an eyebrow.
"After twenty years in the profession, I would hope so. Although, I can admit that this situation is slightly outside of my expected jurisdiction." Despite her words, she didn't look the least bit bothered.
"Let me know if that ever changes." Jaune's smile turned into a smirk, "I'd sign up for that class in a heartbeat. I bet a lot of the students would too, if they got the chance."
That earned a blush. Glynda maintained her unaffected expression but couldn't stop the color from infecting her cheeks. Not that she believed him, but she could see that he thought it was true, which was a compliment all on its own.
"Thank you…" was all she could manage. At least until she had a moment to collect herself. Staring down at the pleasure-riddled young man, her eyes darkened as her pupils expanded to swallow the green of her heated gaze. "Perhaps some…private lessons can be arranged. Although I should warn you, I tend to treat my students with a very firm hand."
Pyrrha's moan interrupted their exchange, feeling for herself how excited the older woman's comment made him. Anyone else might have been terrified to have the deputy headmistress' sole focus. But the redhead had felt him harden beneath her, straining against her fluttering insides as he swelled with approval.
Both people in bed spared her a look, admiring the shape of her lips as they pursed around the vibration of her long throat. In unison, they turned back to each other, each of them smiling a little wider at her steadily mounting lack of abandon. Jaune could feel her wetness trailing down his balls, and Glynda's eyes were more than enough to see that Pyrrha no longer required her assistance.
"I think Pyrrha's got it by now," Jaune grunted around his breath, voicing the other blonde's observation. Glynda wondered if she should return to fingering herself when he continued, "What do you think about crawling up the bed to spend some time with me now?"
She had not been expecting that, but she was far from displeased by the idea. "What did you have in mind?" Glynda questioned, more curious than cautious.
Jaune's eager smile spoke for itself. "Well, as wonderful as last night was for both of us, I was a little disappointed that I never got to taste you."
Without flinching, the older woman felt her body react to the prompt, clenching beneath her navel. How long had it been since a man had offered that kind of service? Too long. And even if that wasn't the case, watching Pyrrha's reaction to their husband's mouth would have convinced her. Her body was aching after hearing the other woman scream so fervently, and her fingers were a poor substitute for what she really wanted.
Masturbating had been a mistake. She'd relied on her fingers for too long, which was no longer necessary. Not so long as she had Jaune to tend to her needs from now on. She'd already enjoyed his fingers on her body and his cock. It was only fair that she got to sample all of the pleasure that her husband offered.
Glynda gave Pyrrha's shoulder one last squeeze before departing. Obeying Jaune's prompt, she fell onto her hands and knees before stalking up the bed, crawling toward his eager grin and glittering gaze. She kissed him first, brief but hard, while her hand caressed the developing line of his jaw. No sooner did they break apart did Glynda rise to kneel over him, facing his first wife as Pyrrha's frantic bouncing continued rocking the bed.
Distracted by the jiggling flesh for a moment, the older woman's attention inevitably turned between her legs to what little she could still see of Jaune's face. "Is this okay?" she asked, ensuring that this was what he had in mind.
Jaune, gazing up at the unobserved view of his second wife's dripping sex inches from his eyes, could only nod. An emphatic motion that Glynda managed to catch beneath the cliff of her fuzzy mound. That was all the encouragement she needed to bend her knees and gently greet Jaune's waiting mouth. And a moment later, her expressive eyes shut as her thin lips fell open at the sensation of his mouth and tongue starting against her moist folds.
He didn't hesitate. Jaune had long since gotten over the tangy aftertaste that lingered in his mouth, and the pleasure he could offer his wives far outweighed any reluctance on his part.
Glynda was no different. Except that she was, the young man was startled to find out. As wet as she had gotten watching and playing with herself, a mouthful of her sticky arousal was inevitable, and Jaune had been expecting the same bouquet of flavors whenever he drank from Pyrrha's core. However, he was shocked that the older woman's sex tasted…sweet? Not like sugar, but almost like a fruit. Natural. Reminding him slightly of the wine they had enjoyed together the night before.
The hints of tartness were still there, maybe even stronger than Pyrrha's, but Jaune didn't mind. If anything, he enjoyed the difference, flicking his tongue directly against the source. His connection to Glynda immediately flared, showing him how much she liked that sensation, prompting him to try again. And again. Until what little exploration he dared to attempt became meaningless against the obvious focus of his efforts.
He did try a few other places first, trying to map out the undiscovered topography of his newest wife's sex to see what she enjoyed. And the answer was very few things.
Pyrrha was easy to please. She liked specific things, sure. But he could go at her like a slobbering dog and would probably still get her off without too much difficulty.
Glynda was not the same. Last night had proved that she enjoyed very certain things and little else. He tested the lips that protruded from her puffy outer core and felt nothing through his semblance. Likewise, he strayed toward the throbbing bead at the top of her slit and was shocked to find that the area was almost too sensitive for direct contact, forcing him to shy away. In the end, he always strayed back to where he had started. What had yielded the best results, gushing into his open mouth. And the harder he teased the small pink dimple leading deeper into her body, the more she tried to drown him.
A glorious death, if ever there was one.
Rather than bemoan the restriction, Jaune leaned into it and gave his woman what she wanted. One trick was more than enough if it did the job. However, he still tried adding some variety, tracing her opening in small circles to start. The young man was met with immediate approval. And this time, he didn't need his semblance to tell. The sudden weight bearing down on his face was enough of a clue, all but begging him for more.
Hearing the ragged gasp from his wife's other end, Jaune raised his hands to cup her thighs and hold her against him, stretching his jaw wide enough to comply.
His tongue pushed out like he would for a kiss, finding not teeth or another tongue to greet him but walls of soft pink flesh coated in the same sweet nectar from before. Pushing deeper into Glynda's body, he tried to wiggle against the pressure closing around the small pink appendage and felt a trickle drip down his muscle, poring directly toward the back of his throat. He swallowed happily and began rocking his tongue against her, fucking her with his mouth as deeply as he could reach.
Shuttering on top of him, Glynda's hips began rocking against the intrusion in tune with the shallow penetration, relishing how it writhed inside her. The rough rasp of his tastebuds offered a unique texture, itching inside of her twitching femininity in ways that even his cock could not have copied. Her previous frustration tightened like a fist in her belly, already inching toward glorious satisfaction.
Feeling him fumble around at the start, she had been about to start directing him when he'd found the correct location all on his own. And the fact that he stayed there instead of slurping at her clitoris for fifteen minutes first was a welcome surprise. Few men seemed to understand that other parts of the vagina existed, and it took a seventeen-year-old to prove that every example of their gender wasn't useless.
It meant that she could enjoy the sensation of his mouth sucking at her folds. Careful not to suffocate him, it was a delicate balance of measuring her weight on and off his face. The repetitive motions had the added bonus of letting her press the sensitive hood against his chin as she rocked. Not hard, never hard. Just the barest of touches on her terms to feed the throbbing deep inside her.
She was so focused on chasing that high that she nearly missed the sensation of eyes on her. But huntsmen training had a way of bleeding into every aspect of hunters' and huntresses' lives, and hyper paranoia was just one such benefit. Her reverent expression cracked as her eyes peaked open, widening further at the sight of the only other person in the room watching her, rather than their shared husband.
Pyrrha's previous embarrassment had practically evaporated in the face of Glynda's display. The redhead's eyes had locked onto the space between her teacher's legs, currently occupied by Jaune's chin. They tracked how his jaw worked, knowing firsthand what the older woman was feeling.
Her stride remained unbroke, spitting herself over and over again around Jaune's cock. The poor thing had nearly had a heart attack watching the other woman mount their husband's face, displaying everything except the sheer cups holding her breasts in check. But no matter how hard she had tried to look away, fascination and curiosity had pulled her eyes back to the vision of pale flesh and mature curves every single time.
It was a small miracle that Glynda didn't catch her right away, too absorbed by the sensation of Jaune's tongue. Not that Pyrrha could blame her. Especially not when it meant she had been free to keep watching, the heat inside of her building with each twitch of the older woman's hips as she began to writhe with pleasure. The young woman quickly became enamored by the hypnotizing motions, fascinated by the tuft of blonde fur between Glynda's legs and the blushing flesh underneath.
Glynda felt her lower body still and her face sober as she experienced a rare bout of discomfort. Without being given any further context, she eventually came to the same conclusion Jaune had already reached about her fellow wife's sexuality. And for a moment, she had to consider if that made her want to second guess how comfortable she felt making love with another woman in her bed.
The moment of indecision wasn't allowed to linger. Still hard at work, Jaune had taken her sudden stillness as an insult and was determined to steal her attention if she wouldn't offer it. Without warning, he thrust his tongue deeper than ever before, slamming the narrowed end against that special groove against the roof of her channel.
Whatever Glynda had been worrying about no longer mattered as Jaune earned one of her rare vocal celebrations, closing her eyes to moan at the focused attack. Returning to her earlier ministrations, a minute passed before she remembered Pyrrha's attention. And when the teacher's eyes opened, she confirmed that the redhead was still watching her and bouncing faster than before.
Pleasure numbed her apprehension. Maybe it was the ring's fault, but Glynda couldn't help being happy watching Jaune's other wife celebrate sex so freely. She even went so far as to say she was proud of the younger woman. And if part of that came from watching her nudity, who was Glynda to complain? Why should she care? As long as the redhead held no expectations toward her beyond voyeurism, the teacher decided the younger girl was free to watch her as much as she pleased. And if that excitement helped please Jaune in turn, all the better.
Back on sturdy footing, Glynda went a step further. Rather than shy away from the younger woman, the blonde opened herself to her eyes, spreading her legs a little wider and tilting her hips to give Pyrrha a better view of her intimacy. Including a peek at Jaune's tongue as it flicked through her longer folds.
Pyrrha's reaction was immediate. Already blatantly staring, the dark pits of her gaze visibly widened as a dark red flush stole the pale quality of her complexion from her raised eyebrows all the way down to her bouncing breasts.
It was so drastic that Glynda couldn't help but match her. Not to that extent, but neither could she deny the heat swelling beneath her cheeks when she saw how much her student was affected by her body. Her young, beautiful student whom Glynda would have been dreadfully jealous of in any other situation.
Her reaction was…flattering. Not exciting, not like when she had seen Jaune's response to her lingerie the night before. But being openly desired was not so common an occurrence for the professional huntress that she couldn't still enjoy the attention—regardless of its source. It also made Glynda much more comfortable when she decided to forget about the hungry green eyes watching her as she brought her hands up to start slowly massaging her bra-encased chest, adding more sparks to the flames licking between her hips.
Closing her eyes, she still heard the sharp intake of breath that followed her wanton groping, but Glynda let that sound fall to the back of her mind. This part wasn't for Pyrrha, as much as the young woman likely enjoyed the view. No, this was because Jaune's efforts were bearing fruit, and Glynda could feel her first orgasm of the day approaching. Teasing the sensitive orbs was simply the quickest way to help that along. And as she worked on herself, the other two occupants followed suit.
Any inhibitions were quickly discarded as the three adults focused on their pleasure. Bouncing, humping, and thrusting, they moved in a mass of taut flesh and sticky fluids that screamed in the silence of Glynda's apartment. No one paid the sounds of their bodies any mind, nor the sounds of pleasure. Pyrrha's gasping groans dwarfed them all as they began rising in pitch, but Glynda's harsh breath filled the gaps in between.
It was a race to see who could climax first, all three of them teetering on the edge. And surprising everyone, Glynda was the first to cross that finish line.
The blonde didn't cry out like Pyrrha. Body tensing and teeth clenched, the only sign of her release was a deceptively calm intake of air, filling her lungs until her full breast threatened to spill over the lace of her bra.
Jaune had a better clue, tasting the thick evidence of her arousal spilling into his mouth. The sweetness was more pungent than anything before. And after the swollen meat against his lips stopped twitching, the professor swiftly departed, falling against the mattress along Jaune's side.
Gasping her next several breaths, her eyes appeared glazed over in the tingling aftermath of Jaune's glorious mouth. However, she was both conscious and aware, watching his and Pyrrha's union with clarity. From the way she had fallen, her face was mere inches from the audible clap of Pyrrha's ass slapping against the now damp flesh of Jaune's thighs.
Lifting her head, she decided that tit for tat was fair and peeked at the teenage girl's sex and how greedily it ate their husband's cock with each urgent descent. The view offered little arousal after climaxing so quickly, but it did mean that Glynda was the first to see when Jaune's cock suddenly bulged inside of the redhead.
Watching his balls rise against his body, the underside of his shaft swelled with a heavy pocket of thick cum, releasing almost immediately into the eager young woman. Again and again, Pyrrha could feel the heat of his release smack into her insides, pooling against her sensitive walls. The heavy impact of virile goo was finally enough to trigger her own orgasm, her second of the evening.
Glynda couldn't help the way her eyes widened at the display. Especially when she watched the other woman twitch around Jaune's cock, the neat and tidy inner lips pulling and relaxing around him as her insides pulsed with steady tension. It was a unique and intimate view of sex Glynda had never been able to appreciate before. Pyrrha's climax ended as her pink insides unclenched, releasing a steady trickle of excess fluid that hugged the veins of Jaune's shaft before disappearing into the sheets beneath them.
If Pyrrha were conscious of her actions, there was no doubt that she would have been horrified by the degree of her arousal. But the smile on her face made it clear that fear and worry were the farthest things from her mind. Out of breath and covered in sweat, she gave no thought about how wide her legs were spread or how Jaune and Glynda could see the frothing mess he'd made of her.
Instead, she happily joined them on the mattress, sliding off Jaune's now flaccid cock to lay next to his shoulders as exhaustion took her.
All three of them needed a minute to recover after that. Having expended the least energy of the three, Jaune reached out to his women, one hand on Pyrrha's shoulder while the other found Glynda's leg. Both grinned in appreciation at the tenderness that existed beyond their carnal needs. It was those small moments of care that separated hedonistic fucking from loving intimacy, no matter how they chose to enjoy their partners.
And the morning had only begun.
A/N: And there we have the first half of Jaune's threesome. The first of many, by the sound of it. Next chapter will focus more on Glynda's turn and will be out in two weeks.
I've noticed a few of my comments asking about other stories and if there are any plans for them to be updated. And the short answer is, not really. I've tried bouncing between stories and I've never been able to be as consistent as I've gotten with this story. I know that sucks and I'm genuinely happy so many people want to see those other stories but I'm going to focus on I Thee Wed for the foreseeable future.
Now, does that mean those other stories will never get updated again? Absolutely not. I do still work on other things when I need to take a break from this story or I'm in the mood for something less fluffy and romantic. And if anything gets completed, I'll likely post them on the off weeks that I normally don't post. But I just don't want to promise anything or commit to double uploads until I feel a little more comfortable with my current pace.
Thank you for your patience and understanding.
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