The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi

The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi Content: All sex depicted here is consensual. Kyon/Haruhi/Mikuru (M/F/F), oral, some minor cum-inflation. Um ... this chapter was kind of long. I don't ... think I'll make another one this long, probably. Brace for a looooot of foreplay (and some smut). Also, Kyon veers away from, err... crude words ... is that helping the narrative? Working against it? Should I have Haruhi tell him he's being too shy? ------------------------- The next day, I'm confronted by Koizumi at the train station on the way to school. I'm in a good enough mood that I don't complain initially ... until he asks what Haruhi and I were up to. That's just not something I can answer. This sets an unfortunate precedent of me saying absolutely nothing and avoiding him, which becomes increasingly awkward as the week goes on. Still -- what am I supposed to do, say, "The being you may think is a god gave me a handjob. It felt pretty damn awesome," to him? ...actually, there's this creepy idea he'd love to hear that.... Ugh. There's a persistent bit of frustration from this that builds until the weekend, where we have a traditional weekend search, and I get paired with Mikuru, and then Mikuru and Yuki -- real strokes of luck for me on both counts. Not that I want to avoid Haruhi, but I might lose my self control with her at this point, as excited as I am for whatever the next week brings. Sunday is a quiet day, with only the distraction of my sister's homework, and my own to bear against my inherent warring desire and frustration. Six ignored calls from Koizumi don't help. *** After classes on Monday, haunted by Haruhi's eager, anticipatory humming the entire time -- she actually skips her normal habit of running off during breaks -- I'm ordered to report to the clubroom. No problem. She runs off. I head to the clubroom as ordered. In the hall outside are Nagato and Koizumi, both of them eyeing the notice on the door that Haruhi has impossibly found time to put up. 'Club activities canceled for today -- SOS Brigade Supreme Commander.' "This might be a good chance to discuss things--" the esper starts, before breaking off, turning to see Haruhi step from behind me, leading the confused Asahina-san by one wrist. "Questioning my decisions?" Haruhi wonders, frowning. "Koizumi-kun...." She shakes her head as Koizumi pales faintly. "M...my apologies," Koizumi offers quickly, sketching a bow before he scurries off. Nagato blinks, watching him, then wordlessly walks past me, for the merest instant, brushing her shoulder against my elbow as she passes. It seems, almost for a second like her gaze meets mine, and very unusually for the stoic, quiet girl.... I get a strange, very intense sensation of reassurance from her, as though she had chosen some form of visual telepathy to contact me. Reassured that everything is going to be okay by Nagato, I don't let myself get worked up over Asahina-san's nervous expression. Haruhi clicks her tongue as the other two brigade members walk away, then releases the time traveler's arm to unlock the door, gesturing the other girl ahead of her, and then me in after. Both of us pause in mild confusion at what awaits us, frozen from long habit as Haruhi chuckles and locks the door behind us. W...wait a minute ... Haruhi ... why are the three of us here? "W...what's going on?" Asahina-san asks with a trembling voice, leaning close to me. "An important lesson for the two of you," Haruhi explains, gesturing to the futon that occupies the center of the room -- the table being pushed to the back to make space. "You know, Mikuru-chan, Kyon -- it's unusual to be virgins at your ages!" "Where ... are you going with this?" I ask, when Asahina-san yelps and glomps onto my arm -- not that I mind. For whatever reason, Haruhi only looks pleased at this turn of affairs. "You two need to learn how to even properly have sex," she lectures. "And it'll be faster and more fun with both of you than one at a time!" I'm ... not sure.... Does that mean she planned on-- With Asahina-san-- But-- Okay, wow ... I have to put a stop to this-- "W...well, if it's with Kyon-kun, it's alright," Asahina-san mumbles, hugging my arm into her soft, pillowy chest. ...really? The cute upperclassman, mashing her bountiful bosom into my arms can't quite meet my eyes as her face turns almost crimson. "U...um ... I can't.... Kyon-kun can't be mine, but ... w...well, that doesn't mean I don't want him...." I have no idea how to react to this; such words, and Asahina-san holding onto me like that.... "I was pretty sure she had a crush on you," Haruhi agreed. "And of course, Kyon here looooves these huge breasts!" Asahina-san squeals in alarm when Haruhi reaches out and sinks her fingers deep into the pillowy softness there. "Look at 'em~!" Instead of flinching away, Asahina-san gasps, writhing against me as one hand goes about my back, and her own back arches. "Hehe~!" Haruhi giggles, seeing neither of us really resisting. "Okay -- first of all, I'm going to show you two a few things about kissing!" The idea of kissing Asahina-san ... well ... that actually really _is_ appealing. When I look to her, her face is just as red, slightly bowed as though she were going to bury it in my arm, and she doesn't meet my eyes. Before I can try and say anything, Haruhi's fingertips find their way to my chin and turn my face to her -- and then she says, "Watch closely now, Mikuru-chan~!" before pressing her lips against mine. I remember that kiss in closed space, in that place that Haruhi -- probably -- thinks is a dream, but this.... This feels more like she's in charge than I did, and at the same time, that feels ... okay. Her tongue slips between my lips, toying with me as her soft lips seal against my own. She hugs herself tightly against Asahina-san and I, kissing me for a long minute before finally breaking it off -- though staying just as close. My head spins at the heady rush she leaves me in, wobbling against her and Asahina-san for support. "Very good," Haruhi murmurs, turning her gaze to the now very wide-eyed Asahina-san -- and kissing her the same way. There's no warning before I'm holding a double-arm-full of kissing girls, all soft curves and sweet-smelling hair. Asahina-san's voice is a soft, muffled moan into Haruhi's mouth, surprised and simultaneously pleased. From experiencing it to observing the effects first hand.... Part of me wants to be jealous and angry, but I'm so off-balance ... and, really, I'm holding the pair of them while it's happening, so that little jealous voice very quickly shuts up and lets me just watch the kissing girls. Haruhi's good at kissing, I think -- it felt great to me, anyway, and while surprised, Asahina-san writhes against Haruhi the same way she did when our supreme commander was feeling her up. Asahina-san moans softly into Haruhi's mouth again when the younger girl's tongue separates her lips, and I find myself holding the time traveler upright so that Haruhi can continue her wanton molestation.... ...maybe, maybe this isn't right-- Haruhi breaks this kiss with a gasp, fanning her face. "Not bad," she coughs, while Asahina-san pants breathlessly, her eyes clouded, and a slow smile coming to her lips. "Now," Haruhi instructs, raising her sleeve to wipe some drool from her face, "you two try it together." Asahina-san turns to face me, breaking from what has been a minutes-long embrace enough to try and give me a shy smile. "I...is that okay?" she asks tremulously. "T...this is my first kiss ... with a boy," she manages. "I.... If this is somehow okay with both of you, then it's more than okay by me, Asahina-san," I offer, honestly. Asahina-san giggles cutely at that, an eager glint in her gaze. "Then ... please be gentle with me," she says, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. "Ooooh, that makes _me_ want to jump her~!" Haruhi carols gleefully. "Now, come on, go in for the kiss!" Steeling myself, I press my lips to Asahina-san's, even as my arms go around her soft form. I know we're both clumsier than Haruhi at this, but somehow, it's even more enticing with us mutually fumbling. She instantly presses herself against me, her body tight against mine, the warmth from her and her soft chest pressing into me as one arm goes around her back, sliding up and down slowly in the space between the band of her skirt, and her bra-straps. The other hand is splayed, fingers gently cradling the back of her head as we kiss. To my almost complete shock, her tongue presses into my mouth before I can think to try the trick on her; the first pleased, surprised moan to escape is mine. Her hands both go about me, her touch very faint through my coat, but undeniably present as our tongues wrestle. When we finally break apart for breath, Haruhi grumbles, "Aaaah, you two.... I want to be kissed, now~!" and immediately swoops down on the flustered Asahina-san, stealing another kiss, tangling the pair of them together in my arms and almost knocking me over -- slowly bearing the trio of us to the futon. Which I suppose was probably part of Haruhi's plan. After we hit the padding, Haruhi breaks from kissing Asahina-san and kisses me once more, and ... I don't know. I can't say I like kissing Haruhi or Asahina-san better. I really can't -- they're different, and both good. Haruhi's kisses are passionate and forceful -- demanding and overpowering. Asahina-san's kisses are clumsier ... they're just as insistent in their own right, but somehow, that cute gentleness comes through even when Asahina-san is trying to put her tongue in my mouth. Both of them are wonderful. I'm probably going to hell, but at least thanks to Haruhi, I'll be in good company. I think this as Haruhi finally releases me from her kiss, and I belatedly realize that Asahina-san has squirmed to my side from where I'm laying on my back, the pair of them mostly across me, and was planting tiny kisses of her own across mine and Haruhi's cheeks.... So ... what ... Haruhi's got some crazy three-way planned? Since it's Asahina-san, somehow, I really just ... can't bring myself to complain more than this. Especially since she herself seems so ... well ... eager. She's not complaining, at least.... Asahina-san's soft lips press into my own again before I can think further; she's got a distinct taste, too, I realize. Haruhi's fingers run across my scalp, while one of Asahina-san's hands traces across my shoulder -- a fumbling hand of mine has found its way to the soft swell of.... I don't even know who or what I'm groping, until a squeeze prompts Haruhi's breast to shift in my hand as she arches her back and moans softly. "Ah.... A bit rough to start out," she chides, catching herself. Asahina-san's weight is pulled off of me, and she curls up at my side, pecking my check with kisses, while Haruhi straddles my lower legs. My arms are alternately pinned beneath Asahina-san's comforting weight on my right (no complaints), and captured in Haruhi's right hand for my left. Haruhi places my hand against the bottom swell of her left breast, her own left hand going to Asahina-san's chest. "Like this," she guides, pressing my hand into her softness, then demonstrating the ideal grasp on the girl cuddled against me. Asahina-san lets a delightful moan escape as she arches her back into Haruhi's writhing fingers, the brigade chief's digits seeming almost to vanish within the plushy fabric of Asahina-san's uniform top. For myself, somewhat envious of Haruhi's innate skill at all things, I squeeze Haruhi's chest more gently, fighting for control to make sure I don't pinch or hurt her, in my new explorations. I start from the bottom, and learn quickly that thanks to gravity and her natural fullness, there's a surprising amount of give. Her fleshy, supple softness is interrupted only by the bands of her bra, and the initially soft -- but quickly hardening -- point of an eager nipple. "Mmm.... Mm, better," Haruhi coos, sliding her hips forward, grinding her groin across mine before straddling my hips, unable to slide any further without pushing Asahina-san away. "Ah, so, mm.... Be sure to mix it up, don't just -- uh -- do the same movements," she demands, pressing herself into my hand, encouraging more firmness. "As it -- ah -- goes on, you can be a bit rougher." I steal enough initiative trying to 'mix things up' for her to gently tweak her hardening nipple, which elicits a squeak of surprise from Haruhi, and an amused titter from Asahina-san. "Oh-ho, let's see how _you_ like it," Haruhi retorts gently, giving the time traveler a wicked smile as she pinches Asahina-san's breast the same way. The long-haired girl cries out in surprise and -- a tiny bit -- pleasure at the sudden attack. Clearing her throat, Haruhi pushes my hand away and climbs off me to kneel next to Asahina-san. "Anyway," she says, eyeing the older girls, "Kyon's learning how to be gentle with his fingers for you; now you've got to learn something, too~!" "Eh.... Y...yes," Asahina-san agrees, still flushed, eyes glittering with anticipation. "C...can we kiss more?" "Sure," Haruhi agrees, grabbing the time traveler and kissing her deeply for a long minute. When Asahina-san is released and gasps for breath, she pants, "I meant ... with ... Kyon-kun...." "I know," Haruhi replies smugly. "You'll have to make do with me for now, until you complete your training, hmm? Kyon, sit up and take your coat off -- Mikuru-chan, be careful about it, and take off his tie." I sit up as instructed, grateful for the chance to try and conceal the erection that formed when Haruhi ground her way across me. My coat is quickly tossed away, and then Asahina-san kneels at my side, lips spread a tiny distance as her eyes focus on the knot of my tie, and her slender fingers delicately pluck at the fabric until it's loosened enough for her to easily slide it off. Retying it later will be a small price to pay. Her lips now quirking in a smile, Asahina-san is still unable to meet my eyes as she presses her hands flat against my chest, sliding them slowly around, stroking me gently. My hands are propping me up, so I can't reciprocate as I'd like.... Then again, Asahina-san was pinned next to me while Haruhi was groping her, so I suppose fair is fair? "Watch," Haruhi instructs, pushing Asahina-san's hands away, and then touching her fingers to me. Her touch is ... different from Asahina-san's. It raises fire beneath my skin instantly, and her fingers are more forceful, more confident. Asahina-san's gentle, nervous uncertainty is equally enticing, but when she starts to gain confidence.... The pair of them have no resistance when they kiss my cheeks, their hands gliding across my chest as Haruhi slowly directs Asahina-san to unbutton my shirt, one button at a time. Asahina-san lets a little gasp escape with each button popping open, and Haruhi allows something like a pleased purr to slip out as their fingers find their way to my undershirt. Ultimately, it's Haruhi who tugs the cloth out of my waistband and pulls it off my head. "Hmm, now ... hmm...." Haruhi seems at a bit of a loss, pulling back and looking between Asahina-san and I as the upperclassman kneels at my side, halfway hugging me, her face pressed into my chest as she looses a sigh of contentment. "I'm not sure ... should I teach Mikuru-chan how to strip? Or Kyon how to properly undress a girl?" she wonders. "I.... I can take ... my own clothes off," Asahina-san offers tremulously. "Hmm, alright," Haruhi agrees. "Kyon, move over here to give her a little space. Now, Mikuru-chan ... let me show you how you do this! You can't just pull your clothes off, you have to be sexy, too~! Afterwards, Kyon can undress me, since I don't want to risk him being clumsy with you." "Aah...m?" Mikuru wonders, cocking her head slightly to one side. "Kyon, you're staying there," Haruhi orders, rising to her feet and tugging Asahina-san with her. The pair stand at the foot of the futon, both pausing to slip their shoes off before I belatedly do the same, kicking them to the side. "Okay, Mikuru-chan, you're too nervous and shy to properly dance, so start out easy with a gentle sway, then you can try the occasional shimmy, see?" "O...okay?" Asahina-san hesitantly agrees. Haruhi's nonsense explanations lead to a surprisingly erotic scene. Under Haruhi's instructions, Asahina-san learns to step from foot to foot, shifting her weight so that her body sways, flaring our her skirt as her hips shift back and forth. Once she's learned to do this without worrying about her balance, this cute upperclassman, blushing and smiling shyly at me the entire time, she starts to give me a striptease. I haven't ever seen a real woman strip, but I've seen a few hentai anime, and a few live action, too, so I have to say that Asahina-san's skill does not match up to theirs. But her charm and cuteness absolutely does, and her innocent fumbling is in many ways even more enticing than that of a wicked seductress. And ... she's in the room with me, not just on a screen. That counts for a lot. Swaying, giggling, Asahina-san begins with tugging off her ribbon, turning in place slowly before dropping it to the floor and -- with her back turned, pulling her shirt from where it's tucked into her skirt. Full hips swaying from side to side, hinted at by her shifting skirt, she opens her blouse, and back still turned, looks over her shoulder to give me a shy wink before allowing the garment to slip from her shoulders, baring her soft white skin. Her back, and the blueberry floral pattern of her bra are visible to me before she turns around and undoes her skirt. As she drops it to the floor, revealing her matching panties, she bends forward, her breasts nearly spilling out of the support before she straightens up and steps out of her skirt. That's nearly my limit, and it's beyond Haruhi's. She seizes Asahina-san and almost crushes her against the wall, kissing her forcefully, her hands wandering across her chest, one digging beneath a bra-cup as Haruhi's knee rises between Asahina-san's thighs, prompting a whimper. Wait.... Haruhi recovers herself, breaking the kiss with a gasp, her voice stuttering. "T...that's enough for now, Mikuru-chan.... V...very good...." "Hah," the upperclassman pants, smiling, trying to recover her breath. "W...we're going to skip ahead a bit," Haruhi declares, drawing one sleeve across her mouth again. "Mikuru-chan, to reward yourself for a good first strip-tease, you can kiss Kyon some more; we'll go over him undressing a girl some other time." The eager, busty redhead springs to the futon on hands and knees and crawls atop me, wasting no time in pressing her lips against mine -- and her body, as well. The two of us lose ourselves in swirling tongues for a long minute, as she shifts around, tugging on my pants and lower body. I cooperate and arch my hips when Haruhi's hands undo my belt and begin tugging the clothing off. Shortly, I'm in only my boxers, which have only a single button to restrain my erection. When Haruhi finally pulls Asahina-san and I apart, I realize she's stripped down to her plainer, but still cute beige underwear. Her breasts aren't quite as large as Asahina-san's ... but actually, they are pretty big. They suit her athletic frame better, somehow. She catches my wandering eye and grins in approval. Why ... does that give me a sense of deja'vu? "Next," Haruhi says without preamble, turning to Asahina-san, curled up on her hands and knees, resting her chin on my bare chest as she breathes, "we're going to give Kyon a blow-job. It's important to know if you want to show genuine affection, you have to try and swallow at the end! Since this is your first time, I'll help start and show you how it's done, but you're going to finish, understand?" "Yes!" Asahina-san says, shockingly unhesitant. I kind of feel like I should protest. But things have come this far, already, so what good does it to do back off now? "You just hold still," Haruhi instructs me. "Hmm, Mikuru-chan, you've never seen a cock before, have you?" "N...no!" the girl squeaks out, her eyes widening further, her face red. "Well, then ... check it out!" She pops the button on my boxers and I'm embarrassed when my erection springs out, slapping against my belly for a moment before standing proudly. "Ah!" Asahina-san gasps, covering her face with both hands, fingers spread to stare. "T...that can't ... really fit inside...." "It will," Haruhi disagrees. "But it might be difficult for a first time -- that's why the blowjob, first. After this, he'll be able to resist better and be gentle enough for you." I can't really argue against her logic, though I like to think I'd _always_ be gentle with Asahina-san. "O...okay," Asahina-san agrees, still staring. Haruhi, in the meantime, reaches out, the familiar sensation of her fingers wrapping around my shaft. "Touch it, Mikuru-chan," Haruhi commands. "The same way I do." Nervously trembling, her uncovered eye partially squinting, as though unable to gaze upon me unprotected ... Asahina-san's other hand comes away from her face. For myself, well, I'm twitching, nearly jerking out of Haruhi's grasp at the thought of Asahina-san's gentle touch on me. Her fingers are soft, and warm, not very different from Haruhi's, but as she hesitantly mimics our brigade chief, I can tell that she's even clumsier. And somehow, that endearing unfamiliarity when she tries to slowly glide her hand up and down the length of my shaft is even more exciting. "Kyon's probably pretty close to boiling already," Haruhi remarks, giving me a smirk. I have an excellent view of two attractive girls in just their underwear, kneeling over my erect length, so she's very right; I don't think it'll take long of even Asahina-san's touch to get me to go off at this point. "Now, listen closely," Haruhi instructs, turning to Asahina-san again. "We could normally start by licking it a lot, but he won't hold out -- so, what you do is, kiss the tip carefully, letting it inside your mouth. Keep your teeth away; he won't like that. Suck gently, and use your tongue on the bottom, where he's sensitive. Once you've got that, you can move your hand, as well." "I...in my ... m...mouth," Asahina-san manages to gasp out, her face reddening even further, though her hand is still working the length she's staring at with wide eyes. "That's right," Haruhi agrees brightly. "And you swallow to show you like him, okay? Now, I'll show you how it's done!" And with no further warning, Haruhi's face descends to the swollen head of my engorged member, her pursed lips gently kissing the glistening tip. Her mouth is a moist, hot vacuum, swallowing the head of my length without hesitation, her tongue lashing against me and prompting me to unleash an unintended gasp of pleasure. I feel her swallow her saliva, the suction drawing her down further as her lips began to take in more of my length, her tongue sweeping past my glans and along my shaft. She's gotten only a third of my length into her mouth before she pulls back, lashing the head -- and abruptly plunging deeper down, letting me feel the back of her throat as it wraps around my length. She pulls back again suddenly, sucking strongly, and coming away with a strange expression, her lips pursed. Asahina-san allows an envious, amazed gasp to escape -- before Haruhi drags her into another kiss. I stare, trying to recover from the shock of Haruhi sucking on my length. The younger girl forces her tongue into Asahina-san's mouth, allowing a trickle of thick drool to escape before Asahina-san's lips part and her eyes fly open in alarmed confusion. A moment later, Haruhi breaks the kiss and drags the back of her wrist across her lips with a grin of satisfaction, while Asahina-san's confused expression persists, and she swallows several times. "Mmhg," she manages, swallowing one last time, making another face. "W...what was ... that?" "That was Kyon's pre-cum," Haruhi says with authority, grinning. "Did you like the taste?" "Y...you.... B...but that was from...." Asahina-san's eyes widen, and the pink corner of her tongue escapes her lips, wiping at a stray trail of Haruhi's saliva and.... Really? My.... "I ... drank Kyon's...." "So, there's no reason to hesitate," Haruhi encourages, motioning Asahina-san's face down to my twitching length, grown even more rigid after that. "O...okay," Asahina-san agrees. She kneels cutely at one side, shyly avoiding looking at my face, and also too embarrassed to look at the thing in her hands. Her posture happens to accentuate her giant breasts again, once again straining the bounds of her bra to keep them in check. My attention is drawn to her pursed lips, which she gently brings to the glistening head of my member, giving a hesitant peck. "Come on!" Haruhi says, more impatiently. "There's time for teasing later!" Asahina-san giggles shyly, pulling away, then nods and repositions herself slightly, taking a nervous breath -- I swear I can hear the material of her bra groan under the pressure -- before her lips suddenly envelop the head of my member. Her warmth wraps around me, as her tongue probes my glans curiously. "More than that!" Haruhi demands, as Asahina-san's head lowers a tiny bit, forcing a groan of pleasure out of me; her tongue lashes from side-to-side, and for a heartbeat, one of her teeth scrapes against the head of my member. The tiny bit of pain is just enough to keep me from exploding too early. Groaning again, I let my eyes close, losing myself in the sensation as my hands clench at the futon beneath me aimlessly. Even though the entire head of my member is in Asahina-san's mouth, Haruhi makes a dissatisfied noise, and suddenly Mikuru's tongue and lips press lower-- My glans is enveloped in the warm tightness of her throat, sliding deeper yet as her lips slide closer and closer to the base -- the sensation is unbelievable, and I choke in amazement, my eyes snapping open. What I see is Asahina-san's face, pressed almost all the way down onto my member, her eyes streaming tears as Haruhi pushes her head down forcefully. And that's enough to ruin the moment for me; I can't take satisfaction from the idea of Asahina-san being hurt. Watching that cute upperclassman choke kills mt excitement, which lets me reach forward and push Haruhi away. She's so surprised at me that she doesn't resist -- so I'm able to move her aside without shoving her forcefully. She doesn't even have a chance to complain before I lift Asahina-san up, and she hacks out a sudden, sputtering cough before taking a deep, choking breath. After that, her eyes flutter close and she unleashes a quiet moan, her face downcast and marked with tears still. Haruhi's bewilderment quickly shifts to anger, though she curses quietly and bows her head, glaring at the futon instead of me or Asahina-san. I'm not quick to anger, but Haruhi hurting Asahina-san is one of the few things that can make me really angry. But ... Haruhi knows this. And I think she wasn't really trying to hurt Asahina-san. Part of me wonders if I'm being too easy-going because things were heading towards me receiving gratification, and I should be more indignant and angry for Asahina-san. At that thought, Asahina-san unleashes a sudden sniffle. "S...sorry," she croaks out, her expression falling as she bows her head, fresh tears trickling down her cheeks. "I.... I'm not ... good enough to ... do that yet, K...Kyon-kun...." "N...no, that's-- It's not reasonable for you to have to be good at that," I tell her, shaking my head. "Y...yeah, that ... was my fault," Haruhi manages, still glaring at the futon. "Um.... S...sorry, Mikuru-chan.... I didn't mean...." "M...maybe there's a trick to it?" Mikuru wondered, her tear-filled eyes opening and turning to look at Haruhi pleadingly. "I don't w...want to stop here!" "Eh!" Haruhi starts, taken aback by the time traveler's resolve. I have to admit ... I haven't seen anything like this from her before, either, so I have to stare in surprise. Haruhi's anger is mostly gone ... but then, I realize she was mad at _herself_ ... so.... I have a vague certainty that sex is not this awkward for anyone else, before I dismiss that thought. "Okay!" Haruhi cheers, her energy recovered, brightening. "Mikuru-chan, deep-throating is not for you. That's fine ... I should have realized this sooner, but the solution is paizuri~!" "W...what's that?" Asahina-san asks excitedly, an eager light in her eyes. With tears on her cheeks, I still can't be aroused, but I have to admit -- her cuteness is back. Haruhi smirks at her, pulling my handkerchief (washed, thanks) from my coat and gently dabbing Mikuru's tears away. "Paizuri," she explained patiently, "is the art of the titfuck, Mikuru-chan. You're going to get Kyon off with your breasts, instead of just your mouth, okay?" Asahina-san's eyes widen even further and she looks astounded at the idea. "H...how?" she wonders. "First off, let me get Kyon back in the mood to make this up to you," Haruhi determines, turning her attention to my half-limp member and tracing the tip of one fingertip across the head. "C...can I help?" Asahina-san asks anxiously, kneeling to one side, her arms squeezing her chest and making her breasts more pronounced than usual. "I think you already are," Haruhi replies, her fingers wrapping around my member as it stiffens again. "But you'll want to take your bra off anyway -- then you and Kyon can kiss some more." Asahina-san eagerly complies. Her hands go behind her back and shortly after that she's undone her bra and pulled it off, tossing it onto her clothes and letting her heavy breasts free. The pillowy mounds jiggle enticingly when freed; I'm unable to keep myself from the temptation of reaching out and feeling them. My uncouth fingers roam across the pale softness of Asahina-san's bosom, teasing her mole for a heartbeat before cupping her breasts -- heavier than Haruhi's, and thanks to their weight not quite as firm. They're larger than a handful each, really, and my fingers sink into her flesh, prompting her to shiver and coo quietly, her firm nipples crinkling and stiffening further beneath my palms. Not moving to push my hands away from her chest, Asahina-san leans forward to kiss me again -- at the same time Haruhi's mouth wraps around my hardening member. It takes her very little time to make me break the kiss with Asahina-san off, grunting in pleasure, involuntarily squeezing her breasts much harder than I intended. Judging from Asahina-san's gasping moan, she didn't mind it as much as I thought she would. Her eyes are clouded with pleasure, no sign of the tears from earlier. Haruhi pulls herself free of me with an obscene slurp, then sits up and guides Asahina-san to her side. After she's explained the mechanics to Asahina-san, the upperclassman positioned herself over my legs, and then leaned forward, finding a position where she could comfortably wrap her pillowy mammaries around my erect member. It had endured quite a bit today; the hands and mouths of two girls, Asahina-san's accidental tooth exposure, and now, being wrapped in such comfortable, warm pillows. It was a bit awkward for Asahina-san, and even though I was enjoying it, I could tell it was a bit difficult for her. Thankfully, it didn't take long. Only a few dozen strokes of her plump breasts brought me to my limit -- knowing it was at the end, she squeezed even tighter with her chest, both hands pressing her soft bounty against my swollen member. Her face showed the same remarkable concentration she had shown to first learning to make tea, or drawing for the literature club's anthology last year. But now, all of that concentration was on me, and keeping her breasts mashed together, my length enveloped in her warm plushness, wrapped in her flesh.... Haruhi gave a sudden happy giggle, warning Asahina-san, "He's about to come, Mikuru-chan~! Get ready for it!" before leaning close. Had she learned the sounds I made when I was close after just that one encounter? No reason to deny it, though ... she's right; I can feel the same tension as last time -- maybe stronger, even -- welling up from all across my body, like uncontrollable muscle spasms turning into some tingling energy that slowly flowed and collected in my belly, and then lower. The head of my length poked free, and she was just able to fit the tip into her mouth, lashing at it with her hot, velvety tongue, and pushing me past the brink. I could feel the orgasm coming, and there's no reason to try calling it anything else. It still hit me with amazing force, wrenching a strangled groan from my lips as my hips tried to buck upwards, even with Asahina-san's body atop my legs. The tension I'd been storing up since Haruhi's surprise hand-job escaped, exploding out in a massive rush, robbing me of strength to do anything but lie there and release my pent up seed. Asahina-san's cheeks puffed up and she pulled her head back even as she swallowed after the first blast. As she pulled back, a thick, ropy white burst rocketed upwards, splashing Asahina-san's cheek. Haruhi, waiting for the opportunity, managed to wrap her eager lips around the head of my member a moment later -- also blocking my view of things as another burst launched straight into her sucking mouth. I closed my eyes and let myself subside into the aftershocks of the intense sensations still unwinding from the pit of my belly, occasionally unable to keep whimpers of delight from escaping as the girls swapped my member back and forth like parched desert travelers drinking from a garden hose. When I finally opened my eyes again, it was to the sight of Asahina-san and Haruhi, kneeling at either side of my waist, and to my amazement, the upperclassman was eagerly licking the brigade chief's face clean, and then excitedly swallowing every drop. I blinked in amazement, realizing both girls sported wide swaths of pearly seed across their faces -- and Asahina-san's chest especially. But in the course of a minute or two, Haruhi's face and body were cleaned by Asahina-san like a kitten being washed by an affectionate mother, and only then did she start wiping the stuff from her own face and chest. And every drop, she greedily sucked and licked from her fingers, gulping it down with enthusiasm. Even Haruhi watched the spectacle in open-mouthed astonishment, a trace of drool forming at one corner of her mouth. When Asahina-san finally finished, one hand going to rest on her belly, she heaved a sigh of grand contentment, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. "I bet Mikuru-chan's going to be one of those rare girls that can actually come from sucking a guy off," Haruhi remarks suddenly, prompting me to blink. "Umm?" Asahina-san sighs in a questioning tone, her eyes only seeming to return to the present just then. "D...did I do it right? I tried!" She suddenly looks very anxious, which is strange considering what she just did, and that she's wearing only her panties. It's arousing all over again, though. "Suzumiya-san said to swallow ... w...was it good, Kyon-kun? Did I do okay?" "You were amazing," I offer, since I don't know what else to say. "I loved it," I add, barely managing to keep myself from confessing to her. I somehow think that ... even as far as she's come ... Haruhi wouldn't like that. "Thank you, Asahina-san," I finish, somewhat lamely. "Um, and you, too, Haruhi that was...." "Mm, by now, she should really be Mikuru to you, at least," Haruhi opines, shaking her head slightly. "Seriously, she's swallowed your semen." ...it's a little embarrassing that it takes Haruhi pointing that out to me for me to realize it's true. "Is ... that alright if I call you Mikuru?" I ask her hesitantly. She giggles, blushing cutely at that. "Of course!" she agrees. "I asked you to call me Mikuru-chan once~!" As if realizing that suddenly, Haruhi abruptly shakes her head. "Right ... enough of that; you need to pay Mikuru-chan back for that, Kyon." She straightens up and then removes her bra, eyeing me challengingly as she does so. I should probably look away, but after everything we've done ... I just admire the view. She doesn't actually compare badly to Mikuru, anyway. And it's not like, as she just said, she hasn't swallowed some of my.... That's hard to think, though; strange. I'm distracted from those thoughts by Haruhi dropping her panties to the floor, revealing her glistening pink nether lips, beneath the thatch of dark hair there. She smirks slightly and nods to me, ordering, "Take that off, anyway." The boxer-shorts that hadn't really been serving for modesty for a while came off, while Mikuru somewhat more embarrassedly took off her own panties, though her thighs were pressed together, allowing me only a glimpse of her curly red pubic hair. Until Haruhi reached her anyway, ordering me to my feet. Fair enough -- I'd spent long enough simply enjoying the two of them. Seeing Mikuru or Haruhi as satisfied as I was strikes me as quite worthwhile. Haruhi moves to sit in the middle of the futon and calls Mikuru over to sit in front of her, between Haruhi's legs, both of them facing the same way. Wrapping her arms around the other girl in a hug, Haruhi leans back, which makes Mikuru blush when her crotch is bared and spread. "Aren't you ready?" Haruhi whispers into Mikuru's ear before giving a lick -- reminding me of when Haruhi had wrapped herself around me the same way. "Y...yes," Mikuru agrees hesitantly. Haruhi lets one hand cup one of Mikuru's breasts while the other glides across Mikuru's belly and through the red tangle of course hair, a single finger diving between her glistening nether lips. The redhead allows a tiny gasp, her eyes growing wide. "You're wet enough," Haruhi agrees. "To be honest, I was going to make Kyon eat you out, but you got so wet from making him come I think there's no problem skipping ahead...." She frowns suddenly, looking somewhat petulant even as she's toying with something at the top of Mikuru's glistening nether lips. "We've been skipping a lot ... well, that's okay; we'll just cover those lessons later. "For now, listen up, Kyon! You're going to go really slow at first, okay? And then you'll go all the way in and wait until she's ready," Haruhi warns. "I'm holding her, so I'll _know_ if you're too rough!" I don't even want to ask what the penalty for being rough with Mikuru is. I most certainly don't want to hurt her, anyway! Haruhi gives a decisive nod. "Good," she allows. "Mikuru-chan, you have to spread your legs." The time traveler's expression is a warring combination of eagerness and shame as she slowly slides her knees apart, giving me enough room to kneel there. As she grows more nervous, Haruhi's finger pulls up from her crotch, and the brigade chief arches one eyebrow at me from over the other girl's finger as she sticks it into her own mouth and sucks the moisture from it. "Mmm," she noises, her eyes flicking briefly to Mikuru. "Mikuru-chan is nervous, Kyon, kiss her to calm her down a bit." I'm pretty nervous myself, even if I've managed to get an erection again. I don't at all resist, lowering my face to Mikuru's and pressing my lips to hers. Her tongue and mine meet, and even without Haruhi's prompting, as the redhead calms, I raise the arm that I'm not supporting myself with to gently cup the tender flesh of Mikuru's breast. She moans into my mouth softly, her back arching slightly, the plumpness of her breast pushing back into my hand. A little emboldened, I grope her a little more firmly, allowing my fingers to sink into her supple curves, and also making her break our kiss to cry out in pleasure. "Oooh~!" she moans. "Ah!" Haruhi coos happily. "That's right! That's the voice I want to hear Kyon drag out of Mikuru-chan~!" Mikuru blushes and huffs at that, trapped neatly between myself and Haruhi. One of Haruhi's hands finds my member, the tip of which is almost brushing against Mikuru's thigh. She wastes no time in guiding me forward, and I kiss Mikuru again as the head of my length is rubbed against something slick, wet, and incredibly warm. I groan in pleasure as a snug heat completely unlike either girl's mouth, or Mikuru's breasts wraps around the head. I can feel those tingling hints of eagerness throughout my body, preparing me for another long drive to release. Mikuru's naked body is beneath me, and I have Haruhi's blessing to make love to her. It takes all of my resolve and resistance to not just give in and thrust into the redhead without hesitation, but her snug tightness is too much for me to drive forward swiftly, even as wet as she is. Haruhi's fingers are still wrapped around me anyway, so she tugs me forward a little more, and I feel Mikuru's nether lips spread wider to accommodate more of me as I encounter a different kind of resistance, and Mikuru cries out and breaks our kiss again, this time in almost panicked alarm. "Kyon, stop," Haruhi orders quickly, her hand around me squeezing almost uncomfortably tight, not leading me forward at all. After Mikuru's cry, I have no trouble resisting the urge to plow into her; really, only the amazing heat and Haruhi's grip are keeping me erect. "Mikuru-chan, Mikuru-chan," Haruhi whispers into the other girl's ear before nibbling at it; a sensation I myself know, now. Haruhi's other hand worms between us, grabbing the redhead's chest and kneading it. Mikuru squeezes her eyes shut, her body trembling. "I.... I'm so bad at this," she whimpers. "I'm so sorry, Kyon-kun!" "You're not bad at this," I reply instantly, without even thinking about it. "You just need more practice," Haruhi agrees. "It's difficult right now because you're too tense, Mikuru-chan ... too tight. You have to relax, and let Kyon in." The hand around my length squeezes slightly harder for a moment, keeping me in place and erect. "It's hard because you've never done it before.... And it hurts a little if you can't relax." "I...it won't hurt if I relax?" Mikuru asks hopefully, her eyes flying wide and staring into mine. "It'll be okay?" "It's still going to hurt a little, unless you broke your hymen before," Haruhi answers, between nibbles of Mikuru's ears. "And Kyon's ... pretty big, so me might make you stretch a little ... but trust me, it'll hurt less and less, and feel better and better if you keep at it." "O...okay, since it's Kyon-kun," Mikuru agrees, the hot snugness around the head of my length relaxing. Haruhi still doesn't release me, though. "Kyon, can you feel her hymen?" she prompts. It takes me a heartbeat to realize that the entire time we were talking, I was pressing against that barrier inside of Mikuru. "Um ... I think so." "Okay, Mikuru-chan, take a deep breath, then release it slowly. Kyon will go all the way in at the same time, and then he'll stop until you're ready. Got it?" "Y...yes," Mikuru agrees, before doing as instructed, taking a deep breath, incidentally causing her chest to heave against me and Haruhi's grasping hand. Haruhi's other hand guides me forward more quickly as Mikuru shakily begins to exhale between pursed lips. Steeling myself, staring into Mikuru's anxious, eager eyes ... I drive my hips forward, wincing as I feel her barrier tear, and see the tears well up in her eyes. But she doesn't move to stop me, and in the meantime, feeling her spread around me as my rigid, throbbing length plunges into her.... I can resist the urge to go even faster, but it's difficult. Just as she finishes breathing out, I finish driving myself home, my entire length buried in her. She takes a ragged breath and then unleashes a shaky sniffle. "Mi-- Asahina-san?" I ask anxiously. "I did it," she says, almost dreamily, her voice still a little shaky, quavering slightly. "All of Kyon-kun ... inside of me." "Yeah, you sure did," Haruhi says, her voice shaking a little, too. "Eh, Kyon, don't move in Mikuru-chan, but can you arch your back a little and look at her belly?" After a moment, being careful to try not to jostle Mikuru, I do as she says, raising my upper body and looking down. Firstly, I'm taken by a magnificent view of her still heaving breasts, one of which has Haruhi's hand kneading it constantly, toying with one hardened nipple. Looking lower, at Mikuru's belly, I'm taken aback by the fact that I can see a distended swell that emerges from the top of her pubic arch and extends some distance further, just beneath her bellybutton. It's not massive, but it's absolutely noticeable. Haruhi's free hand, no longer having any of my length to wrap around, brushes across the swell. "Mikuru-chan," Haruhi purrs, "does this feel good?" "Mm," Mikuru agrees, giving a tiny nod. "Y...yeah." "And Kyon, what about this?" she asks, pressing more firmly, tracing up and down the shape. At the same time, I feel a response from Mikuru's tight, molten depths, perfectly following Haruhi's motions. The girl shivers at that, a soft moan of pleasure escaping her lips. That's when I realize that the faint distention is my length within her, and it twitches in response, showing me the tiniest reflection of that twitch in the bulge. "Y...yeah, but...." I shake my head slowly. "I'm ... not that big...." Am I? "Mikuru-chan, Kyon's saying that he's never been this excited before," Haruhi whispers authoritatively into Mikuru's ear. "Mm, how are you feeling?" "Good," Mikuru says shyly, smiling up at me. "I have Kyon-kun inside me...." Haruhi snorts softly. "Kyon, I think you can start moving now." Mikuru gives a hesitant nod of agreement, and my resistance crumbles. I draw my hips back, and Haruhi places a hand on my rear, guiding my pace. Mikuru allows another noise to escape when I'm about ready to plunge back in, this one a combination of pain and pleasure. At the same time, Haruhi's hand grabs at me, almost painfully as she asks, "So, how are you feeling?" "It hurts a little," she confesses, her cheeks flaming, "but ...d...deep inside ... it feels good, too." "See?" Haruhi returns, sounding the tiniest bit smug. "Now, I want you to encourage Kyon, alright?" "W...what?" she asks, uncertain. "H...how do you mean?" "I mean, this is a learning experience for both of you," Haruhi answers. "So, tell Kyon when it feels good, and how to move -- say what makes you more excited! When he makes you feel good, tell him how it makes you feel -- sex is just a much psychological as physical. For most guys, the most important part is satisfying the woman they're with." I wasn't expecting a lecture. Still, I have to agree, "I've never done this before, but I'd be unhappy if you didn't enjoy it, too. Anything I can do to make it better for you, I'll do!" Though ... I guess it fits Haruhi to do things like this after all. "O...oh," Mikuru breathes. "T...then, um, Kyon-kun, can you p...please...." She trails off, too embarrassed to continue. "Haha~!" Haruhi chirps. She blows across the top of Mikuru's ear and then nips it, causing the girl beneath me to shudder, which feels amazing when she tightens briefly around me, and if it weren't for Haruhi's grip, I'd drive straight into the quivering redhead. "You can't even say it! That's so cute~! Okay, Kyon, time for some good old-fashioned teasing! You don't give Mikuru anything until she manages to say, 'I want Kyon's cock'!" Hearing the redheaded upperclassman gasp beneath me, some part of me really does want to tease Mikuru this way-- To have such dirty words spill from beneath her lips, egging me on.... "Ah!" Mikuru squeaks. "K...Kyon-kun ... just got ... h...harder ins...side of me!" "I told you talking sexy would turn him on!" Haruhi says, nipping Mikuru's shoulder with her teeth. "Beg for his cock!" "Um!" Mikuru yelps, her eyes wide as her face reddens even further. "I w...want K...Kyon-kun's ... b...big hard thing!" She spits out the last in such a desperate rush that I let a groan escape, plunging my rigidity into her tight, molten warmth. Mikuru moans, as Haruhi scowls at me over her shoulder. Her annoyance swiftly fades, though, as she sighs, "I guess that will have to count ... but Mikuru-chan, how does it feel?" "G...good," she gasps out. "Oooh, s...so full! K...Kyon-kun ... ah ... r...rubbing inside.... Ooh~! More!" That's my limit. That's all it takes from Mikuru to lead me to embrace her, bearing her down on top of Haruhi as I draw back and plunge myself into her molten depths again. She yips in confused delight, her own hips humping back towards me as we quickly establish a tempo of thrusting and counter-thrusting, marked by the loud slap of our flesh meeting and coming apart so rapidly. She crushes her breasts against me chest, the squishy piles sliding against my chest as we couple. Beneath the pair of us, her hands roving across Mikuru and myself without hesitation, Haruhi unleashes a frustrated groan of her own, tinged with faint pleasure. "Ease up, Kyon," she warns. That gets through to me, even through the increasingly delighted moans and coos that the thrashing redhead emits. "Okay," I gasp. "Kyon-kun~! Oh, m...more~!" she cries, startling me. I hold myself deep within her, bottoming out and pressing the trembling, engorged head of my member within the searing heat of Mikuru's core. Her thighs are slick with the moisture that's splashed out of our joining. While I hold still, the redhead wriggles around, thrusting her hips back against me. Distantly, I can feel the first tense premonitions of approaching orgasm winding through my body, pooling deep in my gut again. "M...Mikuru," I groan, "are you close?" "Um!" she gasps. "Y...yes! Please, don't stop! Something is coming! Ah, I'm close!" "Do it!" Haruhi orders. "Go all out, Kyon; I can tell you're close, too~!" With that final permission, I draw my hips back and slam myself into her repeatedly, feeling my balls swell with anticipation. Each driving thrust winds my tension and anticipation even higher, aided by the erotic noises I never once in a million years thought I'd hear from Mikuru's sweet lips. Haruhi's hands come around to rest on my rear, guiding and encouraging me. I silence Mikuru's increasingly frantic cries by kissing her again, eagerly swallowing her moans as our tongues tangle. She suddenly bites down on my lip -- but not hard -- as her body spasms, legs locking behind my back. "I gotta pull out," I groan, breaking out kiss as the molten vice of Mikuru's womanhood clenches against me, squeezing almost tight enough to hurt, it feels so good. The rhythmic squeezing pulses, rippling up from the base-- I realize her body is actually milking me for seed as Haruhi's grip tightens, locking me in position. "Come inside," she orders. "I...inside!" Mikuru cries in agreement, as I suddenly feel overtaken -- completely outmatched by the girls beneath me, and in Mikuru's case, impaled on me. I feel powerless, all of my strength and energy directed towards the convulsive explosion that escapes as my release overtakes me. I can feel the seed splashing inside Mikuru as a delighted, triumphant cry escapes her, echoed by Haruhi's throaty, knowing chuckle. The molten heat increases, and the rhythmic pulsations increase in strength as blast after blast, a seemingly never-ending torrent launches deep within Mikuru. Just when I think it might end, Haruhi's hot, small fingers improbably find their way to my balls, which she begins to tenderly knead, as though to encourage-- But it works, and I'm catapulted back across that abyss of delight, Mikuru's happy panting in one ear as Haruhi continues to chant, "Come more ... that's right ... fill Mikuru-chan up~!" into the other. And so, for the happiest I-don't-even-know-how-long, that's all I do, just losing myself in the euphoric bliss of joining with Mikuru while Haruhi encourages us. Long minutes later, my breath is ragged, and my throat a little raw when I return to my senses. Mikuru's smile looks like it may be permanent, and she moans a final, "So ... good!" before fixing me with her sightly glazed eyes, and pulling me in for another kiss. When it breaks, I extract myself from the sweaty tangle of limbs, prompting the redhead to groan as the shaft of my deflating length slides free of her with an obscenely moist sucking noise. I stare at her spread womanhood widened by -- and for, really -- me. As I watch, her spread lips slowly close, clenching back into place as a thick stream of my pearly seed dribbles free. It's only then that my eyes rise to the swell of her belly, which is curved outward, as though she'd suddenly put on several pounds, and they all went straight there. It takes a long minute for me to realize why, as I watch Haruhi's fingers trace along, back and forth over the curved swell. "So ... you came a whole lot, huh?" Haruhi finally asks, her voice strangely tense. "So much," Mikuru agrees in a dreamy voice. "Oh, Kyon-kun ... I wish I could really be allowed to have a baby with you!" Haruhi suddenly freezes at that, her small smile fading. ------------------------- Next chapter, the rest of this scene (Haruhi's turn), then Koizumi can give Kyon an explanation for why things are going strange (as much as Kyon is allowed to understand), and then some Kyon/Nagato action. Mm, yeah. That sounds like a plan.