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A Taste of Marriage

by Dyzog

Chapter One - Reverse Style

Haruhi Suzumiya glanced past me out the window of the train. We sat next to each other in a row spanning four seats. Koizumi and I got window seats while Mikuru and Haruhi sat in the aisle seats so they could more easily get up to explore. The aisle seats also gave them more exposure, which would have allowed fellow riders to gawk at their ridiculous outfits, but slow Sunday ridership left our cabin sparsely packed. Only two other riders shared the cabin with us. An older lady holding her dog and a salaryman who'd fallen asleep with his briefcase at his side.

We four members of SOS Brigade spent the afternoon at a music festival featuring the all-girl band ENOZ, and we were heading home. Citing a pile of homework needing her attention, Yuki chose not to join us. Although she came up with a believable excuse, we all guessed the real reason for her absence. She didn't want to walk around a concert venue wearing the outfits Haruhi had chosen for the SOS Brigade's female members—if you'd call them outfits at all.

The show's producers widely advertised that any female attending the show dressed in a "reverse mode" outfit got admitted for free. This was a gimmick they created to build up hype for ENOZ's new album titled "Reverse Mode." For their set, the girls in the band wore reverse North High sailor suit outfits as they played, the inverse of their usual attire.

Not only did a reverse mode female get in free, but also her bodyguard, if she choose to bring one. Naturally, Haruhi and Mikuru chose me and Koizumi. I seriously didn't believe that anyone would come dressed in an authentic reverse mode get-up, but I was wrong. About half the girls attending did. I had to hand it to the show's producers and ENOZ's management team. Their nutty idea created a crazy amount of buzz.

Normally, on a nice summer day, a girl attended a concert festival dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, or maybe a skirt and a blouse, leaving their hands, feet, forearms, and calves comfortably uncovered. Girls dressing reverse mode style wore socks, gloves, and neck ties, and optionally a hair band in their hair, leaving the rest of their body uncovered.

Wanting to go all out in support of their friends, Haruhi and Mikuru dressed full reverse mode style in the outfits provided by their hard-rocking classmates on stage. Paying homage to North High, they wore gloves that encased their biceps and thigh-highs reaching inches from their butts, made from fabric that featured their school's sailor suit colors, light blue with brown and white trim. Standard red neckties completed the picture.

Both girls were essentially naked from my perspective. After all, I could clearly see the their breasts, bums, and private regions. I tried telling Haruhi this but it got me nowhere. She insisted that she and Mikuru were adequately clothed—reverse style. When I mentioned that the ENOZ girls wore body stockings underneath, she told me they had to wear their outfits incorrectly because parts of the show were being broadcast and they had to fend of the censors. She and Mikuru were doing it right.

That was two hours ago.

I tried to start a conversation with our bored leader once again. "How did you like the festival?"

"You already asked me that," Haruhi barked. "Can't you come up with something more original?"

I wanted to slap her, but she was right. I asked her that right after we got on the train. She told me all the bands that played sucked except for ENOZ, and I totally agreed. Then again, all of the other bands were comprised solely of conventionally dressed guys so they couldn't compete.

Haruhi pinched her nipples, bounced her boobs together, and watched the ripples the collisions created in her skin. "I'm so bored right now."

I held up my hands as if it were my fault. "Sorry."

"Have you ever noticed that everyone asks the same predicable questions every single time, and we all have the same responses? How are you? I'm fine. How was the festival? All the bands sucked but ENOZ. Why are you naked? No, I'm not. I'm dressed reverse style, quite properly, thank you. It gets so predicable."

"You said all the bands but ENOZ sucked, but how would you feel if the bands thought you, as an audience member, also sucked?"

"Look at what I'm wearing." She cupped her breasts and dropped them. "Have I ever cared about what other people think about me?"

"No. But you have the body to pull it off."

Haruhi raised her arms, grabbed her headrest, and kicked her feet up and down against the bottom of the empty seat in front of her. "Here's a challenge for you, Kyon. Instead asking me stupid questions, why don't you figure out a way to make this train trip more fun? You're sitting next to two hot naked girls. Naked, that is, in your estimation. You should be able to come up with something."

I put my finger to my chin. "Let me ponder that." My mind wandered as I tried thinking of something fun to do on a train ride with a sock and glove wearing brunette. But I couldn't think of anything. So I turned and looked her over, scanning her body from head to toe and back again.

"What are you doing?" She stopped kicking the seat.

"I'm thinking of something fun to do. Something that will interest Haruhi Suzumiya."

"The way you're eying me right now is creepy." She wrapped her arms over her chest, then pulled in her legs and crossed them.

Covering herself had the strange effect of accentuating her amazing beauty. Toned long legs led to smooth shapely hips, a solid round bum, flat abs, full perfect breasts, and her trademark yellow-orange hair band framed that gorgeous pouting visage.

"Stop undressing me with your eyes, Kyon."

"But you're already undressed. That is, in my estimation."

"There's no excuse for that." She pointed at my lap. A tent had formed in my shorts.

Instead of covering it up, I decided to use the tent pole to my advantage. "Haruhi," I said, with a sly smile. "I've got the perfect thing that'll make this train trip more interesting." I lowered my zipper and let my dick spring into the daylight. "Why don't you suck me off?"

"No way," she whispered, her face turning red. But she couldn't take her eyes off my erection.

"Why not?"

"I suppose it's because I've never sucked a guy off before." She cautiously reached down and grasped my pole. "You got this hard just by looking at me?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded.

"To be honest, I have considered trying oral sex, and I always figured the first guy I sucked off would be you." She looked around the mostly empty cabin. "And there's not much to do right now, so I suppose this would be a good time."

She nudged my legs apart and kneeled in front of my seat. Then she kissed my dick, said "Wish me luck," and opened wide to envelope me.

My pleasure levels spiked as she bobbed up and down on my manhood. For a girl performing her very first blowjob, it felt absolutely phenomenal. Then again, this was a first for me too, so I didn't have much to compare it to.

I glanced to the side to see Koizumi and Mikuru staring at us in disbelief. When Koizumi rubbed Mikuru's bare shoulder and raised his eyebrows, Mikuru shook her head and hugged herself. No way. But neither of them could stop watching us perform.

Haruhi rested her gloved hands on my legs and pulled them together till my calves squeezed her torso, making us one single unit. Her wiggling hips shook my body while they caused her breasts to sway from side to side. She emitted the cutest moans and slurping sounds as she sucked. The girl seemed to be having the time of her life.

I tried to hold off as long as I could to stretch out the building pressure, but Haruhi's spectacular tongue-work quickly took me over the edge. I expelled my load into her mouth. Gushing like a firehose, I filled her cheeks with semen till they bulged.

Not wanting to spill a drop, she gulped down my offering as fast as she could. Eventually, I stopped spurting but she didn't let go. Instead, she looked up at me with curious eyes that asked, Is that all you got?

I nodded. Yes.

She took me deep down her throat and gently licked and sucked me clean on the way out. My glistening wet dick softened in the open air. She kissed it again and put it away before returning to her seat with a pleased smile.

We sat in silence for a few moments before I said, "I think this is my most memorable train ride yet."

"Mine too," she replied. Haruhi turned to Mikuru. "Okay, girl, I showed you how it's done. Your turn to try it."

She glanced at Koizumi then back at us. "Do I have to?"

Haruhi pointed. "Check out Koizumi's shorts. The poor guy is about to explode."

"But…"

"You're practically naked, although technically you're not, so it won't mess up your clothes if you spill a bit. Also, it's a ton of fun."

"I don't know." She hugged herself more tightly. "What did it taste like?"

"A mixture of whipped cream and vanilla yogurt."

"Really?"

"That was Kyon, so I can't vouch for Koizumi. Why don't you give it a try and see what you get?"

Mikuru turned to Koizumi. "Would you mind if I sucked on your penis for a bit?"

He spread his legs, pulled out his manhood, and leaned back. "Not at all. Go to town."

It was now our turn to watch those two with stunned wonder. Haruhi and I had front row seats to Mikuru and Koizumi's first—well I assumed it was their first—blowjob. With Mikuru, it was hard to tell, especially when she enveloped Koizumi's dick between her breasts like a pro. In any event, judging from the way he gripped his armrests, rolled his eyes, and groaned, Mikuru did a top-notch job getting him off.

He collapsed in his seat after exploding into her mouth. Once she finished swallowing down Koizumi's seed, she lifted her breasts to her mouth and licked them clean, before drying them off with her gloves.

Mikuru turned to us and smiled. "That was nice, but it didn't taste like whipped cream and yogurt. Koizumi's semen had more of a tangy, tropical taste. Don't get me wrong. It still tasted great." She licked her lips. "I'd suck him off again in a heartbeat."

"I know, right?" Haruhi said. "If I would have known blowjobs tasted this good, I would have sucked Kyon off years ago."

Mikuru stood in the aisle. "Want to switch sides?"

"Sure, why not?" Haruhi checked her phone's clock. "We still have time. You guys don't mind switching partners, do you?"

"Not at all," I said. Koizumi nodded his agreement.

Haruhi and Mikuru switched places.

Haruhi rubbed Koizumi's package. "You just came. Do you need a few minutes to recover?"

"Not for you dressed like that."

Haruhi dropped to her knees.

"I'm okay too," I told Mikuru. She scooted in front of me.

Five minutes later, Koizumi and I wore wide, happy smiles as the girls licked their lips and prepared their reviews.

Haruhi went first. "You're right about that tropical taste. I don't think it's bad at all, though."

Mikuru nodded. "And I get the whipped cream and yogurt flavor you were talking about with Kyon. I'm not sure which I like better."

"Me neither."

Koizumi zipped up his pants. "I believe the flavor you girls experienced is related to my breakfast. I ate two mangoes this morning before rushing off to meet you at the train station."

"How about you, Kyon?" Haruhi asked.

I searched my mind. "Come to think of it, my sister and I went out for milkshakes last night. She had chocolate and I had vanilla. I didn't have time for breakfast."

"That is so cool," Haruhi said. "I wonder what you'll taste like tomorrow."

"Well, my mom made me a bowl of apple slices, almonds, carrots, and raisins," I said, "that'll probably be my breakfast before school."

Haruhi's eyes lit up. "Yummy. How about you, Koizumi? What are you planning to eat tomorrow?"

"I usually have a simple meal of bacon and eggs with two cups of coffee."

"I wonder what that'll taste like once it filters through your system, especially since there isn't much sugar in it."

Mikuru rubbed her hands together. "I bet it'll be really good."

"I guess we'll find out tomorrow." Haruhi's eyes lit up. "Hey, there is one other guy riding the train. Why don't we see what he tastes like?"

Mikuru squinted. "Do you think he'll be all right with us blowing him?"

Haruhi gave Mikuru a you've-got-to-be-kidding me glance before taking her hand and pulling her to the back of the car. They walked up to the salaryman who was seated sideways with his back to the window.

Mikuru bent forward. "He's sleeping."

"I know how to wake him up." Haruhi dropped to her knees, tugged down his zipper, and took him into her mouth.

The salaryman roused. "What the…?" His eyes widened in shock when he saw a gorgeous girl wearing blue gloves and socks sucking on his dick.

"Just relax," Mikuru told the man. She kneeled next to him on top of the seat, pressed her breasts into his side, and kissed him while massaging his chest.

With Mikuru gently smooching up above and Haruhi agressively sucking down below, it didn't take long for the salaryman to come. Haruhi scooted back with chipmunk cheeks warping a pleased happy smile.

"How does he taste?" Mikuru asked.

She swallowed his semen down in three gulps before meeting the man's eyes. "You had pizza for breakfast, didn't you?"

The salaryman shrugged. "Guilty as charged."

Haruhi waved her finger. "That's not a very healthy way to start your day."

"Um… sorry?"

As the train slowed to a stop, Mikuru kissed the man's cheek. "It was nice to meet you."

Haruhi rose. "This is our stop, so we have to go. Thanks again for letting me suck you off."

He waved. "No problem. Any time."

The four of us hopped off the train at the city station. On a Sunday night, no one was there.

"That was a blast," Haruhi said. "Come on girl, let's get home before someone sees us." She took Mikuru's hand and tugged her along.

Mikuru waved over her shoulder. "See you guys tomorrow, so eat well."

I waved back. "See you."