Tarou's Tales

Here is chapter three. How was your Halloween? I got a decent haul in what will likely be my last year (I’m 18, so it’s sadly time to call it quits). Even better, my month-long cold is starting to clear up, so I can smell and taste again. Yay. Well… here you go.

Oh, and the reason I have reduced Malone’s night with Tarou to a single-paragraph flashback was because I couldn’t think of a way to make it long enough to count as a chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HANAUKYO LA VERITE
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CHAPTER 3 – MELONE:

Tarou sat on his bed, expectant yet nervous, clad only in his briefs. He was thinking back to the previous night, when Malone had gotten her turn, teaching him about pleasing a woman’s breasts, and then having her way with him.

Malone moaned happily as she sat on Tarou’s lap, burying Tarou inside her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He grabbed her waist and began to thrust, and-

Tarou was snapped out of his flashback by a light knock at the door; Melone was here. “Tarou-sama, may I come in?” She said as she entered, clad in the triplets’ usual revealing nightwear. He nodded, and she closed the door and walked over, removing all but her panties as she came closer.

She scooted up to him, planting a quick kiss on him before she began to explain her plans. “Tonight,” she said, “I’m gonna introduce you to something you probably haven’t even thought of yet”. “W-what’s that?” he questioned, and she replied with a smirk, “oral sex”.

She continued “Here’s how we’ll do this; first, you’ll do me as I give you instructions and tips. If you do good… well, you’ll see” with that, she giggled. She removed her panties and then lay back with her legs spread, holding her hips slightly up to give Tarou an eye-full of her slit; the desired affect was reached, with Tarou’s face noticeably flushing and a bulge forming in his underwear.

“Alright,” Melone said huskily, “let’s get started”. “H-Hai” Tarou nodded and slowly began to lower his head to between her legs. But he went a little too slow for Melone’s taste, so she gently grabbed his head between her feet and lowered him down to within a few inches of her slit, reveling in the feeling of his hot breath on her bare flesh.

“Now, first,” she said, “lick up and down the slit. Make sure to hit my clitoris, but don’t focus solely on it; otherwise, it’ll get too sensitive and won’t feel good”. Tarou did as he was told, starting at the top and slowly working his way down and then back up a couple of times, feeling his tongue brush against the little nub at the top. He licked his lips a couple of times, savoring the odd new taste; it wasn’t like anything he’d tasted before, but it wasn’t bad. (Editor’s Note: [sigh] if only I actually knew…)

The moans coming from Melone’s mouth told Tarou he was doing well. “Now”, she panted out, “go all over; l-left and right… up a-and down… in and out, do whatever”. Tarou went to work, licking and sliding his tongue all around, making sure to hit the little nub at the top every now and then. He was obviously doing well, as Melone was now trembling lightly with each movement, gasping, moaning, & whimpering as he worked. At one point, he stuck his tongue further into her hole, causing her to squeak and jump slightly as he twisted his tongue around.

“G-good…” she moaned out, barely able to talk at this point, “N-now, focus – aah! – on my clit more; d-do whatever you – nn! – you can think of…” Tarou did just that, swirling his tongue around the nub, which was now sticking out in plain view; as he did, Melone let out a short scream, which transitioned into a long, whimpering moan as he continued, giving a light suckle that left her trembling.

As he worked, whenever he wasn’t licking her clit, he was flicking or gently rolling it between his fingers, and he soon had the girl writhing in his clutches. Before long, Tarou could feel that Melone was about to come, so he did something that, to him, seemed pretty radical; he went up and gave a light nibble to her clit.

The moment he did this, Melone came hard, screaming in rapture as her hips rose up and her hands clenched onto the bed-sheets, the contractions sending ripples throughout her lower body and torso, lights flashing before her eyes for a split-second. As she came, Tarou continued licking, lapping up the fluids and prolonging her orgasm.

As she came down from her endorphin rush, she looked at Tarou with a half-dazed smile on her face, and then suddenly sat up and pushed Tarou onto his back. “My turn,” she said hungrily, almost ripping off his briefs and staring longingly at the now-stiff organ before her. She grabbed hold of the base of the shaft, holding it in position as she took roughly a third of it into her mouth almost instantly.

Tarou gasped sharply and reared his head back slightly, in shock from the new feeling. He moaned as she began running her tongue along the sensitive bottom of his penis, following that by starting to pump the organ in and out of her mouth, running her tongue all over it as she went.

Tarou was soon jerking and moaning, along with the occasional whimper or gasp coming out of him, especially when Melone tried any new tricks. At one point, Melone pressed hard at the tiny sensitive spot on the bottom of the base of the head, followed by slipping the base of her tongue into the opening at the top; this caused Tarou to cry out in a high-pitched, girlish tone that, had she not been busy, she would’ve found very cute coming from him.

She decided to throw in teasing these two spots more often, mixing them in frequently as she continued her work; this had Tarou lying on his back, unable to use his hands to support himself due to the pleasure coursing through him. Melone had thoroughly reduced him to a trembling, moaning, occasionally-squealing mass of emotion, and before long she could sense the signs that he was close.

She increased the speed and intensity of her work, even using her tongue and the roof of her mouth to make a slightly tighter fit. Then, to finish him off, she grabbed his testicles and began rolling and massaging them in her free hand. This was enough to send Tarou over the edge, and he came, squealing as his back arched and his hips rose, thick shots of cum shooting into the mouth of Melone, who swallowed after every few spurts as she continued to lick and suck him, doing her best to milk him dry.

After Tarou stopped coming, head still spinning, Melone got up and helped him into a sitting position, letting him lean on her for support. She kissed him, running her tongue over his, and he could taste the faint flavor of his own cum; surprisingly, he didn’t find it that bad.

Melone then reached down and grabbed his still-sensitive cock, sliding her hand up & down and squeezing lightly to get him hard again. Within a minute, she had Tarou ready again. Melone crawled over next to him and got on her hands and knees, raising her hips and getting down to her elbows to leave her ass and pussy sticking high into the air.

She looked to Tarou and gestured her head backward, and he got the message, getting onto his knees and approaching her from behind, the head of his cock poised at the entrance. He plunged in, and the two immediately gasped; it felt quite different from behind. He pulled out and then started thrusting, getting into his tried-and-true rhythm.

As the two were already sensitive from earlier, they didn’t take quite as long to get into it. Tarou raised one of his legs into a semi-standing position, raising his hips and giving him a better angle; combined with his firm grip on Melone’s hips, this enabled him to thrust in deeper. It also had an unexpected benefit for Melone; as Tarou thrusted, he hit her g-spot, the sensitive little patch of flesh on the front of her vaginal wall.

Melone screamed as he hit the spot, trying to turn her head to him as she cried out “More! Right there!” Tarou adjusted his angle slightly and hit the spot again, and was rewarded with an ecstasy-filled moan as Melone’s spine tingled slightly from the effect. He gave one particularly deep thrust, hitting both her g-spot and, he felt, the tip of her cervix, and this was enough to make her come hard, screaming out his name in bliss as her vaginal walls clamped down on him.

The sudden tightness made Tarou come as well, and he bent over her as he filled her up. In the middle of their orgasms, Melone’s knees gave way, and the two fell onto the bed; the sudden increase in tightness prolonged Tarou’s orgasm, and Melone experienced a new wave of contractions as she felt Tarou’s hot cum spurting into her with renewed force.

Finally, their orgasms subsided, and the two lay there, gasping for breath. Tarou pulled out, leaving a slight trail of moisture as his cock left her now-filled chamber. He collapsed on his stomach next to Melone, and she draped her leg and arm over him, pulling him in closer for a kiss before the both of them fell asleep, their bodies still trembling from aftershocks.
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Sorry about skipping Malone; like I said, there wasn’t enough material for a full chapter. Also, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to skip Tarou’s second time with Marielle for the same reason, plus I can’t think of a way to make it really stand out among these other ones. Instead, I’m going to go a bit into the past – specifically, the day that Episode 12 takes place on – and focus on a different couple…