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Haruhi Meets Johnson Smith

That evening, as I studied at my desk in my bedroom, Mikuru Asahina called.

"Kyon." Her voice sounded anxious. "I need to talk to you about something. Can you meet me in the park across from the train station?"

"Sure."

My T-shirt and shorts felt inadequate for the cool night air, so I pulled on my North High sweatshirt, hopped on my bike, and raced over at top speed.

Seated on the bench, Mikuru wore a curve-hugging sundress. Her face lit up when I approached. "Thank you for coming so fast."

I sat down next to her. "No problem. What's on your mind?"

"There's something about me you need to know. I'm a time traveler. Also, everyone else in the SOS Brigade is unique too in their own way, especially Miss Suzumiya."

"You didn't have to tell me about Haruhi. So how can I help you?"

Mikuru pointed to her head. "My TPDD, the device that lets me travel through time, is implanted in here somewhere. It's very sensitive and kind of quirky. Since Miss Suzumiya recruited me to suck dicks, I need to make sure I don't accidentally send someone to the wrong time plane with no way to get back."

"You'll send them with your TPDD?"

"That's right."

"You know time travel is impossible, don't you?"

"The problem," she continued, ignoring my comment, "is that I control the TPDD with my mind using visualization. If someone else got close to the TPDD, it might accidentally pick up their mental images and act on them."

"I get it," I said, humoring her. "It's a matter of proximity. If some guy has their dick in your mouth, your TPDD could get confused."

Mikuru's eyes brightened. "That's exactly right. So I need you to keep your mind in the present while I blow you."

"It kinda puts new meaning to the phrase, 'thinking with the wrong head.'" I chuckled. "But I'm sure I can manage."

She hugged me. "Thanks, Kyon. You're the best. I didn't think you'd believe me." She grabbed my hand, led me behind the bushes, and knelt down.

"Should I take it out?" I dug my thumbs into the elastic waistband of my shorts.

"No. Let me do everything. I need to master this fellatio stuff, from start to finish." She gazed up at me with the sweetest expression. "Please forgive me if I do it wrong. This is my first time."

"Mine too," I said. "Don't worry. I've got nothing to compare you against except for my right hand."

After Mikuru tugged down my shorts, I politely stepped out of them. Down to my North High sweatshirt and sneakers, I stood there bottomless as Mikuru manipulated my dick. It hardened in her hands. "I don't claim to be an expert on these things, but your penis looks really nice. I hope you enjoy this."

"I'm sure I will." I gasped when she stroked me.

"Promise me you'll keep your mind focused on the here and now."

"I promise."

She sucked me into her mouth.

"Oh shit, that feels nice."

Mikuru bobbed up and down on me with a gentle rhythm. Intermittently, she swirled her tongue, sending shockwaves of bliss through my system. Her soft warm mouth felt a million times better than any stimulation I could have provided with my hand. Plus, she made the cutest noises.

Mngfff, mngff, mngff…

If humoring the girl could get me to this point, I had no problem with it. A person has to be a little crazy to join a club like the SOS Brigade. I chuckled. Who the hell believes in time travel? Everyone knows it's impossible. I wondered if Haruhi Suzumiya believed in it.

As Mikuru took my dick deep down her throat, my mind flashed back to the story Taniguchi told me. Suzumiya drew a dick and balls on an athletic field. I pictured the event in my head. What would inspire her to do a thing like that?

MMNNNNNN! Mikuru shook her head from side to side. Her eyes bulged. She gripped my legs.

Then her face faded as my world became a blur. I closed my eyes and shook my head to clear the disorientation. When I opened my eyes, the world I knew had disappeared. Mikuru no longer knelt before me.

I stood in the middle of a grass field under a night sky that looked strangely different. The clouds had evaporated along with the covering shrubs and trees. In front of me, stood Haruhi Suzumiya, but not the version I knew. This was a younger version, and her hand gripped the handle of one of those machines that you use to draw chalk lines on the grass.

"Who are you?" She pointed at my throbbing erection. "And why aren't you wearing any pants?"

"I was in the middle of getting a blowjob from a beautiful girl, and all of a sudden I got transported here."

"You just popped in front of me out of thin air right after I finished my prayer to the gods." Haruhi bent forward. "And your penis is dripping wet. So I guess you're telling the truth on that count."

"What did you pray for?"

"I prayed for inspiration. I've got this striper and a big empty field but I have no idea what to draw on it. Now I know."

I tried to pull my sweatshirt down over my private parts, but the damn thing didn't reach. In the meantime, under Haruhi's watchful gaze, my erection grew larger and harder.

"Don't cover yourself." Haruhi knelt down for a closer look. "I'm taking notes." She glanced up. "It's not like I haven't seen one of these before."

"I'd love to help you with your art project, but I need to figure out how to get back home."

"Getting home is easy." Haruhi lifted my dick and examined my balls. "A girl sucked your penis to get you here, so a girl has to suck your penis to get you home."

"There's some logic to that," I admitted.

"I'll make you a deal. If you help me draw this"—She tapped on my dick.—"I'll help you get home."

Her reasoning seemed sound, and frankly, I didn't have any other options. So with my dick and balls happily bouncing about, and my butt cheeks lighting up the world, I pushed the striper around the field where Haruhi directed me. Every once in a while, she'd step back to monitor my work, and then she'd get on her knees to study my erection up close. An hour later we'd placed the perfect chalk drawing of my dick and balls on the field.

"That's spot on," Haruhi said after I rounded off a fifteen-foot-diameter testicle. "We did it." She ran to the top bleacher and sat down. "Do you want to take a look at our creation before I send you back?"

"Okay." With my package in hand to keep it from bouncing, I scaled the steps and stood next to where she sat. "That looks way better than I imagined it would look."

"Then you imagined it would look? That's a strange thing to say. Did you know this was going to happen?"

"No, I mean…" I tried my best to recover. "It looks better than how I imagined when we started."

"If you say so. Anyway…" She patted the bleacher. "It's time to send you home. Stand here."

"Okay." I stood where she directed and leaned back against the railing, my bare bum compressing on a guard rail.

Haruhi rose and stood before me, one level down. "Perfect." She examined every square millimeter of my still-rock-hard dick one last time. "Your penis is really beautiful. I'm going to miss it." She rubbed it against her cheek and looked up. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Smith," I replied. "Johnson Smith."

"Well Mr. Smith, let's get you and your Johnson back home." She bent forward, grasped my thighs, and took my dick into her mouth.

Haruhi's oral skills were nothing short of spectacular. As she bobbed up and down on me, I compared her efforts to Mikuru's. Damn, I almost forgot about that girl. Those sweet eyes, that long flowing red hair, her large breasts straining against the sundress. Mikuru's blowjob felt okay, but it lacked Haruhi's passion and intensity. This girl with the orange-yellow hair ribbon possessed a special talent; when she took me down her throat, it reminded me of where Mikuru and I had left off. I pictured the redhead clearly.

I gasped while splurting a massive load into Haruhi's mouth. Suddenly, the world around me blurred again, and I felt disoriented. When it came back into focus, Mikuru once again knelt before me at the exact place I'd left her, with my cock deep down her throat. I pulled back and spurted the remainder of my load onto her tongue.

"Oh, boy," she said once I'd finished. "That was scary. I thought I lost you there for a minute." She wiped her mouth on her wrist before looking up. "Your attention didn't drift, did it?"

I shrugged. "I'm still here."

"Thank the gods. I almost lost you." Mikuru groaned. "And it would have been all my fault."

"Why?"

Her face turned beet red and she looked away.

"Come on. Spit it out."

"Too late. I already swallowed."

"You know what I mean."

She met my eyes. "According to the rules, I should have blown you without any clothes on. That helps ensure your focus stays on me. But I didn't feel comfortable getting completely naked." She sighed. "I guess that'll have to change."

I shrugged. "Bummer."

"It's okay. You're still here, so all's well that ends well." She pulled up my shorts.

It felt nice to have my bottom covered again. "Is your TPDD fully calibrated now?" I asked.

Mikuru clenched her eyes shut. A moment later, she opened them. "Yep. My TPDD reports it can now properly distinguish my biowaves from those emanating from a foreign intruder." She frowned. "But the log files still report a glitch. Moving forward, I can't take any more chances."