Yuri, Some OC Named Noya and Anon make a janitor weep(NSFW)

"Hey, Anon! Get your butt over here!"
Well, that was new. Usually when people walk up and talk to you after school's over, it's about schoolwork or missing pens. Either that or one of your friends from the literature club waving you down to make small talk. Today it was neither of those things.

For some reason, Noya was calling you over to one of the empty classrooms. You don't know her well, you only met her once when she accidentally tackled you while you were riding your bike, but she has a certain... Reputation.
She styles herself like one of those delinquents from the bigger schools in the cities. Ignoring uniform rules, sneaking off to do whatever there is to do in a small town like this, if it broke some regulation and it didn't hurt anybody, Noya either did it, was planning to do it or did it and nobody heard she did.

That's probably the reason you actually listened to her, she was all bark and didn't want to bite, as they say.
As you walked in to join her in the classroom, you notice one rather odd thing.

"Uh... Hi, Yuri."
"...mhello, anon."

Yuri was standing in the corner of the classroom, looking anywhere but at you or Noya, who had a grin spead wide across her tomboyish features.

"So! How about we get started?"

Whatever she wanted to get started, Yuri seemed to prefer if it stayed stopped. She turned beet red and looked in our direction for the first time since you walked in here.

"N-no! We should, ah, I mean..."
She pauses to clear her throat.
"We should explain to Anon why he's in a room with us, alone, don't you think we owe him that much? You didn't even ask if he had the time to join us, if I recall."

At that attempt to regain composure, Noya shook her head and chuckled to herself, headband flopping around.
"If you're so scared, maybe you should have just let me win and walked off. But I'll do you a solid, just this once."
If she knew Yuri was going to glare at her, she either didn't notice it or paid it no mind as she turned to face you.
"Well, looks like there's no more beating around the bush. At least for the moment, ehehe."
At that, Yuri turned back into a red, fidgeting mess.
You have a feeling whatever you got dragged into was going to be very embarrassing  and possibly illegal.

Noya jabs her pointer finger into your chest.
"Who do you think has bigger boobs, Anon?"
Ah, so this is the magical realm Yuri currently is inside of. The flabbergast dimension. You wish you weren't in it.
"Uh, buh, wha? What?"
At your eloquent response she pouts and pokes herself in the chest. It's rather distracting, all things considered.

"My boobs, anon. Yuri's boobs. Whose is better? Who has the more titillating tits? The more bodacious boobage? I can wait all day for an answer, y'know."
At this rate both you and Yuri can be classified as having bioluminescent faces. Yuri recovers enough to retort.
"Noya! That's rather vulgar, to say it like that!"
At that criticism, Noya pushes out her chest as she beams. It's pretty clear she's counting Yuri's hesitation as a victory.

That got Yuri into a different frame of mind. She locks her eyes with mine as she walks over to join us, stride full of determination. and perhaps a bit of bounce, but you maintain eye contact regardless.
"Anon. Neither of us are going to be satisfied until you give a solid answer. Who is better?"

Now you're truly alone, cast off and adrift with no one to share the cold waves of awkwardness pounding your body.
"Uhm. Well, I guess I could go get some calipers from my locker?" You chuckle at your attempt at lightening the oddly tense situation. It was only you who chuckled.

"You're not leaving until we get what we want, Anon." A level gaze.
"Yup." A smirk.
"F-fuck." A shiver down your spine.
"Well, how am I supposed to give a solid answer? We're all wearing three or four layers of clothes! I think this is just a waste of-"

You're interrupted by the sound of Noya shuffling her blazer off and throwing it onto one of the chairs littering the classroom. You look over and see she's already lifting her sweater vest halfway up her torso. You look at Yuri and you see her folding her blazer into a neat square.
"You're kidding."

"Nope. Go big or go home, Anon."
At that, she pulls the vest above her head, stretching her arms and body just far enough to make it obvious it's on purpose. You look away.

Yuri is bending over as she folds her own vest, and you can't help but notice the desks with perfectly clear surfaces around her. She makes eye contact with you and smiles devilishly. You look up at the ceiling. Thankfully it isn't undressing.

You wait for what feels like an hour, hoping it's just some prank so they can both call you a pervert. You feel two hands, one small and slightly tough, the other dainty and supple, cup your face and bring your head down to look at them.

Yuri is wearing a charcoal lacy piece of lingerie, with a lavender trim. It's pushing her... Personality to new heights.
Noya is wearing a light grey low neck camisole with pastel pink lace, and the remains of some cutesy saying that has long since been washed into illegibility. It frames her resources well.

Today is the dawn of a new age.
You have the perfect response to this.
You choke on your tongue and gibber at the both of them like a concussion victim. Smooth as cocoa butter, and just as sensual.

At this, Noya lets another smirk form on her features.
"Well well well, it looks like we have a tie. Maybe we should walk away now and admit who is the better-"
Whatever obvious attempt at riling up Yuri she formulated dies on her lips when she notices Yuri reaching down and pressing her palm right into your shaft, slowly grinding into it while she stares into your eyes.

The waves of pleasure shooting through your groin into your chest and shaking knees confirms that this is not a dream. Either that or you're being molested by a burglar, but that horrible situation can be pondered later.
"A-ah, Yuri? W-whaht are you?.."

"Shh, Anon. Words are failing you, so you'll just have to tell us with actions."
At those words, she slowly pushes you into one of the seats, grinding her hand slowly, agonizingly slowly against your manhood, until it suddenly stops. You didn't notice when, but your eyes closed. When you open them, you see pretty much what you expected at this point.

Yuri has undone her upper straps, letting them trail off to the sides of her body like ribbons while she reaches behind her to work the rear clasp free. She speaks up without losing concentration.
"Well? Are you going to just stand there like a statue or are you going to prove you're not all talk? Because I'm willing to go as far as it takes to prove I'm better than somebody who moonlights as a lowlife."

Noya's face twists with a scowl as she starts to pull her camisole up and over her head. She scoffs through the fabric.
"As if I'm going to let someone beat me just because they decide to get an attitude adjustment! Move over!"

Without warning, the both of them are standing in front of you, their bare chests at eye level. You decide the best course of action is to focus on the analytical.

Yuri is bigger, but Noya is noticeably perkier. Noya has a slight areola advantage, but Yuri is an innie. If you got your calipers-
Your train of thought is not so much derailed as it is caught in a cave in of marshmallowy softness from almost all angles. The combination of moan and startled exclamation that bursts from your lips is hopefully manly and impressive.

They press, grind and move with no rhyme or reason, locked in each others gaze. Yuri has the same look on her face whenever she reads a particularly engaging book, one of intense focus and concentration. Noya is still scowling, but it doesn't meet her eyes, like she doesn't want to smile.
"A-are you even trying? Your motions are all wrong."
"Excuse me? It looks like your the one trying to keep up with your nipples brushing against everything."

At that statement, both of their nipples rub against each other. Noya let a small moan form in the back of her throat and Yuri let a shaky breath out from gritted teeth. You're holding up better than you expected, considering the circumstances.
Their gazes grow more glassy, but with a stronger ferocity behind them. Their movements start to synchronize, pressing harder into each other, sliding tender flesh across tender flesh, lubricated with sweat and pre-cum, faster and more determined.

"You've got to be f-fucking kidding me. I bet you're gonna need to use your mouth and hands to keep up with me, aren't you?"
"Ah-ehehe, why would I? You're already soaking the floor, you prissy bitch. At least I'll still be a-awake by the time I get Anon to tell me I wo-wonnn~"
They're practically touching noses at this point, their eyes half lidded and locked into each other. you feebly raise your hand to move their heads further when they both look you in the eyes and practically hiss.
"NO HANDS!"

Being thoroughly convinced by their argument, you opt to grab at the sides of the chair, feeling your knuckles turn white and your nails dig into the cheap plastic as their battle reaches a fever pitch, with you as the prize between them, literally.

At this point their lips lock together, although you don't notice who started. Noya growls in the back of her throat as Yuri bites her lower lip, letting a small chuckle bubble up in response. The contest grows more intense, movements faster, more pressed in, more erratic. You see tongues swirling and hear their moans mix as much as their spit and feel even more fluids soak into you, enhancing the sensations. Everything is going white and your throat is drying up.
"G-girls... I-i'm..."

They don't hear you, either due to your voice being so faint or their concentration drowning out everything but each other and your manhood. They've both abandoned using their hands to press their breasts together, one hand holding the other girls cheek and the other one disappearing under their skirts. The movements are nearly chaotic writhing at this point, a roiling storm of flesh drowning you in sounds and smells and sensations. You feel your hips seize up like a piston as your eyes roll back into your skull, your hearing fades.

The first wave of release is rewarded with a gasp and a confused grunt. The third is accompanied by a chuckle and a giggle. The fifth is met with satisfied sighs. You lose count.
When your vision comes back to you, you see both of their upper bodies covered in strands of white, dripping off their faces, forming small flowing ribbons down their bodies and joining the puddle surrounding the three of you on the floor. They're both smiling.
"Well anon..." Yuri purrs.
"Whatcha think? I'm pretty great, aren't I?" Noya drawls.

You stare past them out the window as you gulp down breaths of air. It seems that there's still some time before the sun sets completely. You collect your thoughts, and give them your opinion.

"Best two out of three?"
You're met with smirks from both sides.