The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi

The Depravity of Suzumiya Haruhi Content: All sex depicted here is consensual. Kyon/Sasaki/Nagato (M/F/F); the way it's set up, more of a bit of one-on-one with some voyeurism, and some of the cum-inflation that's just going to be a hallmark of the fic (it's a fetish!). If this chapter gets through Sasaki and Nagato, then I may lead up for the next matchup ... which I think you won't see coming! Hopefully, a bit more smut this time through. :D ------------------------- I stare at Sasaki in bewilderment. Keep in mind that I'm in my bed, it's dark outside, and I should be (and may _actually_ be) asleep. Nagato is in the room with us. And she just asked me in her polite, very Sasaki-like way, to describe my sexual experiences with Haruhi. I don't know if I can do that! My eyes go to Nagato, who looks at me expectantly. "Ugh," I answer, sighing. I turn and let my legs hang off the side of the bed, patting the space at my side. Nagato comes over without hesitation and sits at the foot of my bed, in reach, but not directly near me. From where she is, she can see both Sasaki and myself, though, so that makes sense. "Um ... Sasaki ... and for you Nagato ... this is very difficult for me to talk about." "I can only imagine," Sasaki agrees, smiling widely, her cheeks still pink. "It's an odd situation, but please, do your best?" "Are you going to make fun of my word choices?" I wonder. She giggles at that, shaking her head. "I might," she admits. "But, please, Kyon ... you know we're friends; I wouldn't be doing that to spite or hurt you!" Well, that's true enough.... Heaving a sigh, and wondering what the hell has happened to my life, I agree, "Alright ... um ... I'll try. This is ... really okay?" "I am aware of what Suzumiya Haruhi experienced physically, thanks to my link with you, but I cannot communicate these details easily," Nagato offers. "While we share physical sensations, I cannot divulge information she is unwilling to offer herself." Sasaki chuckles, but says nothing, her attention on Nagato. "Y...you're sure this is really okay?" I wonder. "I mean ... your boyfriend won't mind, or anything?" I ask, scrambling for excuses. Sasaki winces at that, her smile fading to a much more false one. "Well ... you correctly guessed that I accepted his confession, but last month -- in October -- we ... parted ways." She gives a more bitter chuckle at that. "Worse ... we were not truly ... friends, even. So trying to progress to more, well...." She sighs, shrugging. "If you must know ... and I suppose in fairness you must, considering what I'm asking, then: "I was not willing to have sex with him myself, and this eventually revealed certain gaps in our understanding of one-another. Certainly, while he claimed he was attracted, his inability to restrain himself let me suspect that there wasn't much respect in the exchange ... when we did, ah, separate ... he was quite unpleasant about it, and spread rumors I wish I didn't have to deal with. "Perhaps you can understand my bias and desire to help you, Kyon? I said once ... that you were the only man who truly understood me. That much is still true, so because you're a dear friend, I wish you better luck -- and a happier ending! -- than I found. Does that make things clear?" Yeah, actually, it does; me whining about my friend asking to help me when she herself has just been ... well ... I don't know if she was dumped or dumped him -- either way.... That's genuinely unpleasant. I just have to complain about having great sex and a bigger cock than I used to. Sasaki recrosses her legs yet again, looking at me expectantly and offering, "You look like you've decided, then?" "Yes ... but, Sasaki, surely you'll let me help you in some way, too?" I wonder. And then ... "or ... could we maybe speak of this tomorrow? When we don't need to worry about my parents or little sister--" "Sound and vibrational energy will not escape this room," Nagato interrupts us. "We are safe here; currently, Suzumiya Haruhi has a queued change against reality. As soon as we conclude this exchange, that change will be processed." "Meaning ... Suzumiya-san might take away certain of your memories," Sasaki deduces with a frown. "Things she's afraid will make you unhappy. If it's not too much, Kyon ... I really think we should do this first." Well. With _that_ motivation, yes, I'll tell everything. "Okay," I say with a sigh, thinking back to last week, when Haruhi gave me that hand-job. "So, let's see.... Here we go: "I wake up and jerk myself upright...." *** I finish explaining the details of the shower I shared with Haruhi and Mikuru, the end of our adventures, so to speak, then take a breath to steel myself. After that, I cover whatever else went on between Haruhi and myself, forcing myself to admit even the part about ... well ... middle school fantasies of Sasaki. Still, it may have something to do with this, right? "I ... suspect it's that admission on your part that allows me to speak to you right now," she agrees with me. "Ah ... hmm. I suppose, this is her response to jealousy?" "So ... you know what's really going on?" I ask. She recrosses her legs -- she shifted them back and forth dozens of times while I was explaining the story -- and still doesn't meet my eyes. Not that I can muster the strength to do more than occasionally glance at her, after that. "Give me a moment, please," Sasaki says, managing a small smile. "Ah ... this is, as I suspect Suzumiya-san and Asahina-san would agree ... an awful lot to take in." That breaks through my embarrassment, and I can only stare in profound amazement. Did ... Sasaki just make a _dick_ joke? Her blush deepens. "Perhaps," she allows, giggling. Her eyes close, and her smile becomes the more beautiful, thoughtful one I remember. "We are in a strange situation, so I thought I'd try some strange behavior to see if that helped a little. Ah ... I believe there are clues in what you said, but I'm not certain what I can offer in the way of an explanation." "Of course, if you solved it, I think Nagato said that I wouldn't understand anyway, because Haruhi doesn't want me to," I note, a little annoyed at that. "This is true," Nagato agrees. "However, Sasaki will have the potential to recall beyond Suzumiya Haruhi's limitations." "So, what am I, then?" I ask in frustration. "What can I do?" "Can you trust in me, and let me try and handle it?" Sasaki asks earnestly. "I do understand your situation, and I personally feel it's impossible for you to find a true solution; you can't ever escape if Suzumiya-san is not ready for that. Really ... in this situation, though she means well, you're an inadvertent prisoner of her will. She's the one who must understand what she's done and find a way to deal with it. "For me, well, I'll do everything I could to help you out in the meantime, if you'll have me. I understand that you may forget some of our conversations ... and Nagato-san has explained the risks of this to me quite well. I wish to help, so ... will you have my help, Kyon?" "I don't ... really know that I have alternatives," I answer, frowning, hands on my knees. "But, Sasaki, you're my friend and I trust you, so ... alright. Only, what do we do now?" "We should imprint this moment in your memories as a positive sexual experience," Nagato answers. "It is unlikely that Suzumiya Haruhi's subconscious mind will erase memories directly linked to the ones she wishes you to recall." It takes me a moment to sort things out as Sasaki starts to recross her legs yet again, then shifts back, just rubbing her thighs together, her gaze fixed on my window. "So ... you'll alter my memories of this so that we...." I make a vague gesture, not quite bold enough to say it. "No," Nagato answers. "The two of us will have intercourse with you. This is critical; being part of a positive sexual experience will grant Sasaki and myself additional protection from Suzumiya Haruhi's subconscious mind. Recognizing that we are moving towards her goal will make us allies." If someone had told me I was going to have sex with Mikuru and Haruhi on the same day, I'd have laughed long and hard (and then been cursed with a fantasy that would never be fulfilled). Or at least ... that was my expectation _before it happened_. Now that it has, somehow, it's ... less surprising, but still very strange that unless I misunderstand, I'm also going to be doing the same thing with Nagato and Sasaki? The two most logical, unapproachable girls I've ever known, and one of the two is practically insisting on sex with me for my own good? "Being completely honest," Sasaki says quietly, "I've always wished my first could be you ... but I don't want to ruin your relationship with Suzumiya-san. Unfairly, this is a grand opportunity for me. Do you feel I'm not respecting you?" Well ... no, I don't feel that.... "E...even so ... ah, Nagato-san, if you don't mind, you can go first," Sasaki manages, coughing very quietly. "Understood," Nagato agrees, drawing her legs onto the bed as she turns to face me, her hands going to the buttons on her shirt. Looking at me, she instructs, "Lie on your back and remain still." I shift around, moving my legs past Nagato, but doing as she instructs. Some data manipulation causes my bed to stretch to about double its previous width before she finishes unbuttoning her pajama top, pulling it off and dropping it to the floor. If she wears one during the day, Nagato does not wear a bra to sleep. Her skin is flawless and pale, her small breasts looking incredibly soft, capped with already stiffened nipples. If Sasaki weren't looking at me, I'd probably have to feel one -- and maybe give the girl a kiss. Being honest ... I really do like the quiet girl an awful lot after everything we've been through. "Is this okay?" I ask when she leans forward and pulls my own pajama shirt off. "Something you want?" "I expect to enjoy this greatly," she assures me. "I will endeavor to ensure that you enjoy it, as well." Turning to Sasaki, she adds, "Observing closely may provide you with some guidance on how to proceed, as well as augmenting your current state of arousal." "Y...yes," Sasaki agrees, recrossing her legs and turning to look back at the pair of us with a warm smile, her face still red. Well.... My attention goes to Nagato as she strips out of her pajama bottoms and underwear in one smooth motion, tossing them to the floor casually as she crawls above me. All of her skin is that smooth, isn't it? I can't stop myself from running my fingers across her hip, and then down her outer thighs. There's the tiniest glint of amusement in her eyes before she shifts, flipping the blanket aside and surprising me with how easily she pulls off my own pajama bottoms and boxer shorts. Sasaki allows a quiet gasp as my semi-hardened length flops free. Too embarrassed to look at her, I try and focus on Nagato. The smaller girl tosses my clothing aside and then turns her attention to my crotch, quickly straddling my thighs and reaching one hand toward the hardening flesh. Her fingers are smaller than Haruhi's, and not quite as warm -- but even more skilled. She barely even has to touch me to overcome my reserves -- completely drawing me erect. Even though it takes both of her hands together to wrap around the shaft, the sensation is so amazing I find myself groaning before a full minute of it has passed. She shifts closer, pulling my cock against her belly as she rises up on her knees. A little later, she rises higher, climbing up enough to bring the glistening petals of her flower into sight. Much to my surprise, the nectar there was already overflowing, starting to spill down her thighs. One of her hands spreads her petals, as the other guides the shining, hardened head of my cock into that tiny entrance. I really can only stare at the sight of something so small spreading wide enough to -- slowly -- engulf the tip of my cock head. "I...is this going to be alright?" I ask in shaky worry, trying to ignore the hot, wet sensations wrapping around and urging me to thrust recklessly into her. "Suzumiya Haruhi does not wish you to cause your partners pain or permanent damage accidentally," she assures me. "You will not harm me." "I have to admit, that's a reassurance I'd ask for, too," Sasaki murmurs from the side. A moment later, Nagato lets a quiet gasp escape -- something I never thought I'd hear the alien girl utter -- as she lowers herself in a single slow, smooth plunge. The head of my cock scrapes inside her as she slowly stretches to accommodate, finishing with both her knees flat on the bed, about half of my length plunged into her. With her smaller body, I can just see where her stomach is starting to bulge outward, revealing my (now) unreasonably large size. It takes all of my control not to grab her hips and drag her down, thrusting completely into her. Suddenly, I want to see her face when she's filled that full; I want to know what other involuntary gasps of pleasure I can get out of her. I trace my fingertips across the soft skin of her thighs, amazed at how silky and smooth it feels. After everything this girl has done for us to save our lives.... My length twitches within her, causing her to let another tiny intake of breath through her normally implacable demeanor. I hope that this really is something she wants; my gaze traces up from where we're joined, up across her indented, shallow belly, and her small, soft breasts, up to her face. To my amazement, there's the faintest trace of a smile there. "I appreciate and enjoy closeness with you," she says softly. "This is ... something I wish to engage in." I cry out, my hands grabbing onto Nagato's small body as she plunges herself down, her slick folds stretching to accommodate me, and not stopping until her crotch is grinding against mine. My head spins, my cock trapped within the pulsing, silk vice of her depths, the tip of it grinding against her very core. I'm trying to process this -- did ... she just confess to me? "N...Nagato, was that...." I can't finish the question, because she leans forward, pressing both of her palms flat against my chest before grinding her hips, causing my cock to shift inside her -- pulling out a short distance before slamming down again. "I think it was!" Sasaki answers anyway, reminding me that she's here, still. And ... somehow, that doesn't bother me as much as I think it should. I focus instead on Nagato, her face over mine as she moves her hips in a regular rhythm. I slide my hands across her body, drinking in her smile, trying not to groan and drown out her incredibly tiny gasps of excitement. When I look lower, I almost cringe at how much her stomach bulges out around the shape of my shaft. Almost, except for the sounds of pleasure she makes, and, I have to admit, a certain amount of pride in having such an impression on her. When she grinds down far enough that she presses her groin to mine, I can see the bulge pressed up right beneath her bellybutton, and that's also when she allows the tiny gasps out. When she slows down, I'm unable to resist grabbing onto her hips and moving her body faster -- but judging by her expression, she approves. "This is really okay?" I have to ask, even as I'm pulling her down onto me, bucking my hips up to drive my cock deeper into her. "Really, really okay?" "Yes," she says, her voice shaking and heavy. "Please ... ejaculate within me." Well! An invitation like that.... I'm not as close as she is, so when her breathing grows more erratic and her arms shake, I slide my hands up to her shoulders. With the bed being larger now, it's no trouble at all to roll over. In a second, Nagato is beneath me, my cock plunged all the way in, bottoming out as her legs try to lock around my waist, but can't, because they're shaking too much. Am I really driving Nagato wild? "You're not ... acting for my benefit, are you?" I ask, giving her a moment to settle with the new position before I start moving again. "...a little bit. At first," she admits, her breathing ragged, her face flushed. "In all truthfulness, Suzumiya Haruhi wished you to be able to satisfy your partners. Once you became more aroused, there was no reason to act." So ... everything boils down to me being the star of an h-manga now, doesn't it? "That seems logical," Sasaki muses. Oh, right, Sasaki is still here. I glance over and see her legs tightly crossed, her eyes immediately flicking away when I look towards her. I have to turn my gaze back to Nagato as well, huffing for breath beneath me, slowly recovering her bearing. "Rather, it's a large group of changes, but they all seem consistent to that central premise. As you and Nagato-san describe it and it's, er, being demonstrated here...." "Please continue demonstrating," Nagato interjects, raising her hips and thrusting up against me, her arms back against the bed as her superhuman strength reminds me easily that even if I'm on top, well.... Am I seriously going to get a lecture from Sasaki while I'm having sex with Nagato? This really _is_ like a bizarre h-manga! "Aheh, sorry, I'll be quiet until you're done~!" "Demonstrate," Nagato repeats, her thighs squeezing me gently in a reminder, before her hips settle back to the tangled sheets across the mattress. With that scolding, and calmed down a bit, I lean forward and kiss her before I do anything else. She sees it coming and blinks once, then closes her eyes as our lips touch; it's Sasaki I hear gasping. I part Nagato's lips with my tongue, as the hand that's not supporting my weight on the mattress runs across her shoulder, and down to her breast. It's even softer than I imagined, her skin smoother than the finest paper. Her tiny nipples were a sudden, hard interruption of the amazing smoothness, and I moved my hand to the side, pressing my chest against hers as I draw my hips back. She moans softly into my mouth as I plunged back into her. It was easy to lose my mind in the heady rush of pulsing heat from her blazing depths, especially as she reciprocated, encouraging a faster rhythm. I manage enough presence of mind to try experimenting, shifting my hips from side to side to twist my cock within her, and scrape against different parts of her passage. It takes me a little while to discover her weak point, but I do. And what delightfully sweet noises she makes, too! This silent girl, now gasping in pleasure, moaning out softly for more, and harder, ah.... That alone drives me near to the edge, to say nothing of her clutching tightness, ever-responsive to my twitching length. I have to break our kiss to do it, but by now she's gasping for breath anyway, looking up at me with lust-glazed eyes. Sitting back on my knees, lifting her hips, I grind my cock into and out of her, one hand on her crotch, fingers in her wispy pubic hair. The thumb of that hand rubs across her clitoris and I can watch the bulge of my length move across her belly as we go. It doesn't take much of this before she's spasming around me, and pulling me with her, both of us crashing delightfully into orgasm. I have the satisfaction of seeing her come, and I don't even think to worry about the seed I'm spraying inside of her. This is Nagato; if she doesn't want to get pregnant, she won't. Ah, but if she did.... I cry out her name as the first explosive blast comes, the now-familiar coiled tension winding down through my scrotum and jetting out into the sucking heat of her core. As I watch, coming into Nagato while her passage milks my cock with a sensation subtly different from Mikuru or Haruhi, her womb begins to fill, bulging outwards against her belly. It continues to expand in shivering, juttering pulses, slowly concealing the distended bulge of my length. For several minutes of awed bliss, I can only stare as I continue to flood into Nagato, stretching her out until her belly is swollen, probably no more than for Haruhi or Mikuru, but on her smaller frame, even more remarkable a display. Her hands rub her newly changed shape, her eyes fixed on me. Her panting stops almost immediately, though her expression remains warm. "Thank you. I hope to participate in this with you again in the future." "Er," I manage. "Y...you were really good, Nagato! Um, t..thanks...." Come to think of it, was Nagato a virgin? "You performed even better than last time," she agrees. ...what? "In two thousand four hundred and twelve instances of the repeating time loop last August, we entered a romantic relationship. In eight hundred and ninety four of them, the relationship became intimate." What!? Her pleased, flushed expression, shifts to an unexpectedly mischievous smile. "A joke. I apologize; some behaviors may come across my link with Suzumiya Haruhi during emotional extremes." Sasaki laughs, reminding me -- again -- that she's there. Feeling self-conscious, again, I draw my soft length from Nagato's still-searing folds. I wince at the wet noise as we part, and wonder what we'll do about the mess. It's fun to be able to literally cum buckets, but there are practical concerns. As if catching my thoughts, Nagato whispers another one of her data manipulation phrases, and her belly almost immediately shrinks back down to its normal size. Struggling to resist the urge to cover myself, I sit up and cross my legs, forcing myself to turn my gaze to Sasaki, who is now blushing furiously, but managing to meet my eyes. Her grin is huge and embarrassed, and now that I look at her, I realize that the space between her thighs is slick with her fluids, her powder-blue panties stained dark with her excitement. She clears her throat and looks away in embarrassment, coughing as she says, "An, ah ... adventurous dirty manga would provide an excellent source for Suzumiya-san to apply as a template to the real world -- if I can guess her tastes right, she'd favor stories that were internally consistent, as I've said before." She rises to her feet and takes a single step closer to the bed before reaching beneath her nightgown, and slipping her panties down across her thighs. Instead of sliding down smoothly, they drop with a moist sound, which makes her wince in embarrassment, since her face can't redden any further. "So, the list of peculiar things you've given me.... You woke up with something half-remembered, which is probably whatever went wrong. I won't speculate on your discomfort there, as I don't like what I've deduced already...." She trails off, her blush fading. She shakes her head and steps out of her underwear. Her smile softening, becoming less forced, she looks me in the eye again as she climbs onto the bed on hands and knees. "At any rate -- you've an, ah ... impressive endowment, you can satisfy women enough so that you can make even a virgin orgasm her first time, and even though it seems that these should be dangerous excesses, they're instead really just a symbol of even greater pleasure and virility." Nagato gives a nod in reply. "I ... think I get that? She's decided I'm the hero in an h-manga?" "I think she's changing the genre, too," Sasaki agrees, nodding. "It's difficult to have a threesome without going to a full-blown harem, isn't it?" My heart stops in my chest as Sasaki giggles, choosing that moment to stand on her knees and lift her nightgown over her head. My eyes go to the lower hem as it rises, baring her thighs, and then her sex. The bright pink petals of her flower are already slightly spread and slick with anticipation, beads of fluid running down her thighs ... did she get that worked up watching Nagato and I? Above that is the nestled thatch of her dark, curly public hair, glistening with droplets of her moisture. As the hem of her nightgown rises, so do my eyes. Her trim, taught belly comes into sight, seen once before, in a swimsuit, and treasured forever, and not long after that, her breasts are bared. I did happen to see once, in the aftermath of a rainstorm, what Sasaki's chest looked like -- and it's grown a bit since then. Comparatively, well, she's not as busty as Mikuru or Haruhi, but her breasts would fill a hand each at a glance -- and I find myself surprisingly eager to find out. After that, she pulls the nightgown completely off and tosses it aside, giving me a nervous, shy smile. "So ... not knowing what you'll remember tomorrow, I'll ask you to take good care of me, alright?" "Y...yeah!" I say, managing to jerk a nod as I find myself rising to the occasion, stiffening again. Nagato sits up at my side, watching us expectantly. "Erm.... H...how would you like to do this?" "Well ... to be completely honest, as you can imagine, I don't particularly like ... submitting," she says, shifting her shoulders. I can see that; she refers to herself in the masculine form when talking to men, still. "I understand that." "So ... ah ... for my first time, Kyon-kun, if it's not too much, I'd rather ... not be the one on the bottom?" she explains shyly. ...yeah, okay. Part of me is a little let down; this is the same way that Nagato and I started off, after all. Most of me is more reasonable: I get to have sex with Sasaki at all, my wildest middle school fantasies finally being realized! "You want to be in charge?" I ask. "I understand, then; you can set the pace." "Well ... I don't mean that you have to lie down, just that I'd want us to be ... equals, at worst? But I'd rather not submit, if you understand my meaning. Um ... I feel it's better to discuss these things before we begin, rather than deal with confusion...." She blinks at some thought, then looks away. "Though this is my first time, I've perhaps thought about it a bit too much...." In my fantasies with Sasaki, I was always the bolder one, and the one who typically took the initiative. I guess that proves they were only fantasies; I misjudged her a bit not to realize that this is how she would have wanted things. "However you'd like to do it," I agree. "I'm just happy that I get to be with you." Ah ... wait. Can I say that sort of thing? "I would hope so," Sasaki agrees, laughing softly. "I care for you deeply, as well; I suspect that Suzumiya-san must be first in your heart, but that's fine with me. I feel I don't burn hot enough most of the time, so ... where I would not have been happy with the idea of restraining you to just me, I don't as much mind sharing." I want to put a hand on her to reassure her, but I'm trying to be patient and let her run the show. Finally, it's Nagato who overcomes Sasaki's nervousness, taking one of the girl's hands and placing it on my chest. Sasaki falls silent instantly, her eyes shooting to where her hand is touching my chest. "I expect I know the answer, but I have to ask, so ... would it be alright if we kissed, Kyon?" "Yeah, that's fine," I agree quickly. I'd wanted to kiss Sasaki so much, at the end of middle school, before her speech to me about.... I push that from my mind and close my eyes as she presses her lips against mine with careful deliberation. Sasaki's kiss is more nervous than even Mikuru's, though not as clumsy. Since I think it's her first kiss, I don't try to press her with my tongue; instead I just think of those years of dreaming becoming real. I mean ... I love Haruhi, but given a chance like this.... Well, if even Nagato says to do it, why wouldn't I? Sasaki breaks the kiss after a moment, and resumes it almost immediately with a little more energy, this time exploring my chest with one hand, while her other slowly traces across my shoulder and down one arm. On her third, more passionate kiss, I separate my lips a short distance, and she follows suit; knowing her, I let her take the initiative, and her tongue hesitantly flicks through my lips at my teeth, even as she guides one of my hands to her chest. Sasaki gasps as my fingers reach her breasts at the same time my tongue goes to meet hers, pressing her body against me briefly before pulling back for breath. She stares into my eyes with a shy, but also pleased smile. "This is ... more enjoyable than I expected," she admits, as I gently squeeze the breast in my hand. It's almost exactly hand-sized, the flesh rolling around more easily than Haruhi or Mikuru's; the nipple beneath my palm quickly hardens and tries to press back. It's really tempting to say something cocky and self-assured here, since I'm more experienced than Sasaki, but more than anything else, I want to be tender and gentle; this _is_ her first time, after all. "In ... my experience it's a bit awkward to learn, but well worth the effort," I offer, unable to keep myself from grinning. Her smile grows more reassured, and she releases the hand guiding my own grip across her chest, hesitantly sliding it down my belly until she touches the base of my cock. It takes me a minute to realize what position she's trying for, since I'm still sitting up, and she's kneeling in front of me, but she scoots forward, raising one leg to spread the petals of her flower wider. Shaking slightly, either from anticipation or nervousness, she presses the hard, blunt head of my cock against her moist petals. She isn't spread wide enough for me to slide in easily, so my hands wander to her hips, then I change my grip slightly, supporting her rear and allowing her to raise her other leg -- though, she hesitates. "I understand it may be difficult, but please, ah ... let me set the pace?" she asks. "Absolutely," I promise her. "Ah-- Nagato, you'll help there, too, right?" I ask, since she's otherwise just sitting at our side and watching us with vague interest. "I will help," she agrees, nodding. With that, she moves behind Sasaki, one hand patting the other girl's back reassuringly. Sasaki nods, looking into my eyes as she slowly raises her other leg, shifting to support almost all of her weight on the hands I have dug into her rear. I'm not the world's strongest guy; Sasaki's a light enough shape, and I can carry her, but at that angle, I let her dip a bit -- right onto my hardened, twitching length. Fortunately, Nagato did as she promised, sliding behind Sasaki and embracing her from behind, supporting her enough to keep me from driving more than just the head of my cock into her. My middle-school classmate gasps, her small hands going to my shoulders as her fingertips dig in for a moment. "Ah," she gasps again, once she's recovered, her snug head already tightening around the short bit of me that's been inserted into her. "Are you okay?" I ask, gently kneading her shapely rear, since I can't move to hug her, like this. Her eyes refocus and she gives a nod to me, her smile genuine. I start at the tears in her eyes. Wait! No-- "It's not what you think," she says shakily, the grip of her petals on my length loosening as she shifts her hips, driving herself down onto me a tiny bit further. "Really, would you believe it was the most cliche and generic of all things; that I'm so happy to truly be with you?" "I want to," I agree with a groan. She smiles, whimpering as she shifts her hips again, slowly sliding out of my grip -- and further onto my cock. Which, I realize, must be her plan, as she gasps at the brief, marked resistance of her hymen tearing. She heaves a shuddering breath at that, freezing still, and Nagato murmurs one of her data-manipulation phrases. A heartbeat later, and Sasaki's smile is even wider. "Thank you, Nagato-san," she murmurs. "Is it too much that I wanted to give you that, and also not deal with the pain of it this first time?" It suddenly clicks into place, what she's really asking with all of these questions about her behavior. "Sasaki, I wouldn't have had sexual fantasies about you if I didn't think you were also very attractive," I tell her. "From middle-school, you've grown more attractive, too!" Her sudden blush and gasp as she slides completely to the base of my cock -- and tightens with a rhythm I'm starting to learn from the other girl's I've been with -- tells me I'm on the right track. She shifts a bit, squirming around; this makes my cock slide around in her channel, scraping and rubbing against her insides as my fingers roam her sides, unable to stroke her back with Nagato pressed against it. Nagato backs off a tiny bit, giving us some space as I think that. Once she's finished her squirming around, Sasaki's legs are wrapped around me, sitting on my lap and impaled on my length -- though, judging by her smile, she's not the least bit discomfited by things. Her arms are around my back, giving her a good point to brace and anchor herself. "H...how?" she asks shyly. She doesn't resist when I go to kiss her, my tongue parting her lips without hesitation this time. Instead she moans softly and tightens her legs, letting herself draw herself a short distance up -- and then drop back down on my hardened length. When I break the kiss, I manage to tell her, my voice already starting to strain with pleasure, "Your legs are more toned than before; your rear is more rounded ... your breasts have filled out perfectly...." Each word gets Sasaki more worked up; it's amazing to me to only now realize that she had issues about this. With my encouragement, she starts driving herself up and down against my length more energetically. The air quickly fills with the slap of our flesh and her rising moans; it's not hard to reiterate every naughty detail of my fantasies to her, and how she's become even sexier in reality. It's my final admission, between kisses, that, "Your smile has become even more lovely than it was when I knew you last," that finally pushes her over the edge -- for the first time, I've managed to get a girl off without coming myself. The cues are easy enough to see -- her breath becomes incredibly shortened and panicked, and her grip tightens, clawing lightly at my back as her self-control goes away. Her eyes flutter as she collapses against me, heaving for breath while her hips, seemingly without her consent, continue to try to work her body against mine. Nagato moves back against Sasaki and wraps her arms around the larger girl, effortlessly moving Sasaki's body when she herself seems to lack the strength. Within, her passage is going wild, convulsing around me with maddening suction. Watching her lose herself in such pleasure, I cannot help but grin, and gently begin thrusting back against Nagato's motions of Sasaki's body -- it takes several minutes for her to regain the strength to throw her arms around my shoulders when Nagato finally lets her stop. Once she can, she confesses with a ragged gasp, "Oh, Kyon ... I love you so much!" And ... wasn't that my fantasy to a 'T'? I just got ... Sasaki ... to confess to me? I suddenly flash back to Haruhi, and confessing to her.... I won't say nothing. With Sasaki's weight keeping my stiff, throbbing cock impaled within her, I can lift my hands to brush the sweat-slicked hair from the side of her face. "I love you too, Sasaki," I admit. Then, feeling a sudden surge of guilt, I ask, "Is it ... okay to feel that way?" "I think it's better than having sex as just intercourse without even affection," Sasaki countered. "Ah ... but, Kyon, you didn't ... achieve orgasm?" "Not yet," I agree. Belatedly, I think to ask, "W...will it be okay ... inside?" She gives me a surprisingly happy smile. "I'll insist on it, I think," she says, somewhat mischievously. "Would you like me to tell you why?" "Sure," I agree, grinning, twitching my cock within her passage. She jolts slightly, then gives me a grin. I don't know if I can last as long as we've gone, though; I can feel that welcome buildup towards release, even now. "Ah ... thank you for bearing with me through my inexperience, Kyon ... but now ... it's okay for us to move again," she says, wriggling around, shifting her hips from side to side as her chest presses into mine. Her soft breasts are slick with the sweat of our efforts, her nipples hardened points. I shift my hands around, sinking my fingers into her rear and lifting her with Nagato's help, enjoying the way she breaths in sharply as her hot, tight depths reluctantly release my twitching cock. Very shortly, we've settled into a gentle, slow rhythm. I'm starting to get used to this, I think. My hope is that I can get Sasaki off a second time, with me, since I managed the once already. That tension winds and builds; I really hope I don't lose control before I get her off again. "Mmm," she whimpers as she grinds herself down against me, driven all the way to the base. Her clitoris is jammed against my pubic arch, and I can feel her searing core against the head of my cock. "That," she gasps, holding herself there and rocking her hips slightly. "Do you know what you're pressing against?" "No," I admit, shaking my head. I have a vague familiarity with female anatomy, but most of that's from censored manga, or my very recent introduction to sex, so.... "That ... is my cervix, the entrance to my womb," Sasaki explains. I think I vaguely recall that, now. Is that what the tip of my cock is pressing into? "Aah.... So," Sasaki pants trying to lecture me while bucking her hips powerfully, driving herself up and down on my shaft, "t...that feels good, now!" "Suzumiya Haruhi's changes have caused all females to have pleasure receptors there, and modified musculature and some tissue in general to be more flexible," Nagato adds. "This allows the sensations to feel extremely pleasurable." "A...and, evidently," Sasaki continues, starting to lose strength to move herself, "the sensation of a man's ejaculate ... ahn ... ooh, it ... it is the best ... ngh ... f...feeling...." Unable to just watch, I begin moving Sasaki's body up and down on my own -- though Nagato quickly joins in. I was already pretty excited, but watching Sasaki try and tell me why she feels good, and then get caught up in it too much to even finish explaining? Her own remaining strength goes into shifting her hips as Nagato and I work together to drive her up and down, slamming her body down onto mine -- sending my cock spearing into her. More aware of what it is, I can feel the hot, tight opening of Sasaki's cervix flexing beneath the head of my cock, slowly widening. That tension has built enough that my control is slipping; I feel myself falling into a mindless state of thrusting. Really, it's Nagato that keeps us going when all I can do is grunt in building pleasure, and Sasaki is already incoherent with the same. Miraculously, we come together, her locking her legs around me as Nagato suddenly rises on her knees to push down on Sasaki's shoulders. The girl's groin grinds against mine, and deep within her, I feel the convulsing opening of her cervix embrace the tip of my cock, just before the first searing jets of seed pump into her. Her entire body convulses around me, from her tightening legs and arms, to the velvet, molten warmth of her passage, and even the searing core that feels like it's suckling the head of my cock. "Mm...ah," she gasps in my ear, trembling, shaking for a long minute as I continue to blast load after load into her, feeling her belly swell against mine. Nagato looks down at the pair of us with an expression that makes me think she's showing the mildest amusement. "S...so...." I silence her with a kiss. I enjoy long minutes of bliss, just releasing into Sasaki and kissing her -- and after a that initial moment of surprise, she eagerly kisses me back. When it finally ends, she remains seated in my lap, and breaks the kiss, still short on breath. "Ah, my," she moans, with a surprised smile. "I didn't know it could feel so good.... That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced!" I look down at her, at the swelled belly that protrudes where she had been so trim before. "It still feels good," she says quietly, "so hot inside ... ooh...." She shakes her head at that, turning to look over her shoulder slightly. Understanding, Nagato murmurs another of her incantations, and shortly Sasaki's stomach shrinks to its normal dimensions. The two of us work together to help her lever herself up off me as my wilting length slides free -- with remarkably little mess, which I attribute to Nagato. Come to think of it, there's no trace of sweat or anything else on me anymore, either.... "Ah, that ... was amazing for me, too," I say belatedly, starting to become a bit overwhelmed with how lucky I had been lately. "Um ... what now?" "Now, sleep," Nagato answers tiredly, curling up at one side of me on the bed she had stretched out earlier. Sasaki hesitates to pull the blanket up across the three of us, then motions me to lay down. I want to ask if this is really alright ... again. But instead, I lay down between the two ... it's not like that _didn't_ just wear me out, actually. I'd probably want a bath if Nagato hadn't made us clean. "And in the morning?" I wonder. Sasaki just cuddles up next to me, planting a kiss on my check; Nagato waves a hand and makes the light go out before doing the same. So ... who wouldn't sleep happily in that situation? Of course ... I forgot, right at that moment, that Nagato had warned me Haruhi was going to change something again.... ------------------------- Author's notes: Oh, man. These things ... keep being so much huger than I expect! Oh well~! Next chapter, mm, Kyon should probably spend some time with his primary girlfriends again. Any suggestions? Advice? Leave me a review and lemme know~!