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Chapter Six - Practice Makes Perfect

The bell rang signaling the end of Tuesday classes. I turned to the brunette sitting behind me. "Heading to club?"

"I've got to take care of some business in the library," Haruhi replied. "I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"Cool. See you then."

I dashed out the door and rushed down the hallway, dodging classmates along the way. Opportunity was knocking!

I'd been arriving at the club room later than usual lately because I'd been walking there with Haruhi after our last class. This allowed Mikuru Asahina, whose last class took place in the adjacent building, to get to the club room first.

Though I enjoyed having a gorgeous fully-nude girl greet me with a cup of tea and a smile when I stepped through the door, I also really enjoyed watching her get undressed. If I hustled, I might catch the show.

I ran up the stairs, skidded around the corner, and caught Miss Asahina just as she eased her key into the door.

"Hello, Kyon. You're here early today."

"That's because I didn't have to walk with Haruhi," I said, breathing heavily. "She had to take care of some business in the library and won't get here for a half hour."

"I wonder what she needed from there?" She stepped inside and let me pass before she closed the door and locked it.

"How was your day?" She shed her cardigan and placed it on a hanger.

I took my seat at the table. "Pretty good. Kind of busy. How was yours?"

Mikuru unbuttoned her blouse and hung it up too. "It was strange. All I could think about was what happened here yesterday."

A sly smile formed on my face. "About you and Miss Nagato getting it on?"

"Partly that." She removed her skirt. "But mostly, I couldn't get her fellatio technique out of my mind." Mikuru removed her shoes before sitting on her tea-station stool. My mouth watered as she sexily slid her thigh-high socks down her legs. "It felt crazy."

"Having Koizumi's dick in your mouth?"

"No, not that part."

"Then define crazy."

"The rush I got when Koizumi climaxed was so intense. And he came so hard. It was like I pulled a fire alarm and all hell broke loose."

"You obviously did a great job. A great blow job, that is."

"Did I? Or did I get lucky?" She put her hands behind her back, unclasped her bra, and let the garment slide forward down her arms. Then she turned her back to me and removed her panties with a cute wiggle. Now standing before me fully un-attired, she continued. "I'd like to think I had something to do with it, but I think Miss Nagato really deserves all the credit."

"You can't deny you had a part in it," I said. "After all, he came all over your body, not hers. At worst it was a team effort."

"I suppose that's true. But I wish I felt more confident."

"Is it something I can help you with?"

"Actually, it is. Would you mind if I practiced on you?"

"I've got some homework I need to do," I said, trying my best to suppress my excitement. "But that can wait."

"Thanks, Kyon. You're sweet." She knelt before me. When I reached down to lower my zipper, she swatted my hands away. "Let me do everything from start to finish."

I reclined and intertwined my fingers behind my neck. "Okay."

She lowered my zipper and gently pulled out my dick. "I'm not supposed to start the Nagato Technique until you're good and hard so please be patient with me."

Her soft warm mouth enveloped my shaft and she initiated a slow bobbing rhythm. Blood pleasantly filled my appendage. After a minute of oral attention, Mikuru lifted her head and grasped my rock hard erection.

"I'm going to start the technique now, okay?"

"Go to town."

Mikuru commenced the application of the patented Nagato Fellatio Technique. Though Mikuru's tongue swirls weren't quite as crisp as those of the technique's creator, her efforts were more than adequate.

"That feels amazing," I said, my eyes watering.

Mikuru giggled around the dick filling her mouth. The gorgeous girl's dangling breasts swayed in time with her bobs as did the side-to-side wiggle of her smooth bare bottom. I marveled at the sincerity of her cute sucking noises. Although Yuki's mouth-work surpassed that of her club mate, she couldn't match the level of arousal stirred by the earnest expressions of Mikuru's flawless unclothed form.

I patted her head. "I'm about to come. Are you ready?"

She nodded. "Umm-hmm."

A moment later I fell off the edge. I gripped the chair and clenched my eyes shut as wave after wave of pleasure radiated from my dick throughout the rest of my body. I gushed a major helping of cream into Mikuru's mouth as well; the fluid placed a strain on her cheeks and taxed her ability to swallow it. For a second I thought she might pull back, forcing me to spray cum all over her the way Koizumi had yesterday.

But she held fast. Mikuru managed to keep up as my ejaculation wound down. She kept me in her mouth a full minute after my last squirt to make sure I'd released every drop.

"Thank you," I said in a blissful daze.

She gulped down the fluid in her cheeks and looked up with a sweet smile. "Was I good?"

"You were amazing."

"How did I compare to Miss Nagato? Be honest." Deep down she knew that the Queen of Oral Sex ruled, but it never hurts to get feedback.

"Your technique was 75% Nagato," I replied. "But there were other benefits. Viewing the motion of your amazing body while you sucked me off super-sized me."

She returned a sincere smile. "I suppose nature blessed us all with strengths and weaknesses. My strength happens to be looking really good naked."

Haruhi Suzumiya walked in. She surveyed the scene: Mikuru on her knees, my legs spread, a softening dick in her hands.

"Getting in some blowjob practice, Mikuru?"

"Yes. I hope that's okay."

"I think we're on the same wavelength. I was wondering too. How can Nagato be so amazingly good at sucking dicks?"

"And cunnilingus," I added.

"She's the Oral Queen," Haruhi said. "I think it's because she never talks. Girls are supposed to be really talkative. I think Nagato stores up the energy from not talking and channels it into oral sex."

"I can help you stop talking for the next few minutes," I said.

"Oh my." Mikuru gasped when my shaft solidified in her hand.

Haruhi stepped close, bent forward, and squinted. "Is that one for me?"

"If you want it."

Haruhi waved Mikuru off and knelt before me. She took my rigid shaft into her hand and looked up. "This is funny."

"What's funny?"

"I'm about to suck you off and we're all acting like you're doing me a favor. How did that happen?" She sighed. "You don't need to answer that." Haruhi dove down on me. Using the Nagato Technique, she had me gushing in a matter of minutes. Unlike Mikuru, Haruhi had no problem swallowing at the same rate I produced it.

After clearing her cheeks, she wiped her mouth on her wrist. "How was it?"

"Amazing. Easily an eight out of ten."

"Only an eight?"

"What can I say? I've been sucked off by the Queen."

She tilted her head. "How did I compare to Mikuru?"

"To be honest, she gave me a lot more to look at while she was blowing me. Her body put on quite a show. It makes a big difference."

Haruhi glanced at the nude mascot, then back at me. "Would you like me to strip every time I blow you from now on?"

"You might consider it."

"What do you think, Koizumi?" Koizumi had sneaked into the club room while Haruhi sucked me off.

"I often imagine you naked when I masturbate," he replied. "So I'm ambivalent."

"No kidding." Haruhi smiled. "What a nice compliment." Then she considered the second part of his reply. "Why are you ambivalent about seeing me naked?"

"I fear that the real-life naked-you might not match the naked-you I've created in my mind."

"There's only one way to find out," I said.

She shook her head. "I don't feel comfortable getting naked in front of everyone yet."

"But you feel comfortable enough to make Mikuru do it?"

"That's right, I do. Nobody can deny that she has the body for full-time nudity. I don't feel as confident… yet."

Her response surprised me. Haruhi always excelled everyone at everything. For the first time, I saw how insecure she felt around her fellow female club mates. She didn't think she could match Yuki's oral skills and she feared her naked body couldn't compare to Mikuru's. I'd seen Haruhi in a bunny suit and a tiny bikini so I had a pretty good idea what lay beneath that North High uniform. She had nothing to worry about.

I retrieved a jump rope from our sports duffel bag and walked up to her. "Put your palms together." She complied. I wrapped a few loops of cord around her wrists, cinched it, and tied it off.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

I didn't answer. Instead, I led her to the door, opened it a crack, and tossed the end of the rope over the top. I pulled on the rope till Haruhi's arms were stretched high over her head, tied a knot near the top of the door on the outside, and closed the door.

"I did this so you couldn't punch me while I stripped you." I started unbuttoning her blouse.

She groaned and her face flushed. "Is this really necessary?"

"I think it is."

She tugged on the rope keeping her arms overhead and frowned. "I can't believe you're doing this." Other than that, she took her stripping quietly, without a kick or complaint.

I worked from top to bottom. After unbuttoning her blouse, I lifted it up along her extended arms over her head and wrapped it around her bound wrists. A few seconds later, I tied her bra around her blouse. Next, I took off her shoes and socks. She kindly lifted her feet to aid me in the removal process. I unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Lastly, I tugged her panties down to her ankles. She graciously stepped out of those as well.

Now naked from her wrists to her tiptoes, I stepped before the bound girl and squeezed her perfect breasts. "You look incredible naked and you know it." Again, she frowned.

Koizumi's tongue hung out of his mouth. "No, you look far better than incredible."

"Better than your imagination?"

He nodded. "Much better. May I?"

Haruhi nodded. Koizumi came forward. He ran his hands along her smooth hips and over her thighs. Then he kissed gently kissed each breast before stepping back. "You're a masterpiece."

Mikuru knelt at Haruhi's feet. "Can I practice my cunnilingus?"

In an uncharacteristically small voice, Haruhi replied, "Okay." She got on her tip-toes, spread her legs, and thrust her pelvis forward.

The brunette moaned uninhibitedly as the nude redhead's tongue went to work. We watched with wonder as Mikuru's dexterous tongue brought Haruhi to a crushing orgasm.

"Thank you," Haruhi gasped. "Damn. You're really, really good at that."

Mikuru wiped her mouth. "It's easier to duplicate a technique when you can experience both ends of the transaction. I simply copied what Miss Nagato taught me."

As if on queue, Yuki Nagato knocked on the door. I opened it, freeing the rope and allowing Haruhi to lower her bound wrists. Yuki appraised Mikuru's wet-faced smile.

"I made her come," said the redhead.

"I see."

"We've been practicing," added Haruhi. She turned to me and held up her wrists. "Would you please untie me now?"

"Hang on," I said. "Let's have some fun first."

I pulled Haruhi's wrists behind her head and led the jump rope forward through her legs. The cord lodged sexily between her butt cheeks and vaginal lips. Having her wrists crossed near the back of her neck kept her from covering any part of her wonderful body.

Haruhi squealed when I tugged my end of the jump-rope-leash up toward her breasts. "Hey, I'm still sensitive down there."

"That's the point." I opened the door and checked the hall. The coast was clear. "Come on, I'm taking you for a walk."

"Not too far," Haruhi replied, shuffling forward, "or you'll experience some serious payback when I get out of this."

I pulled her into the hallway. Haruhi giggled like crazy as I led her down the hall past the other club rooms. Fortunately, nobody came out when I walked the bound barefoot butt-naked brigade leader past their door.

At the end of the hallway, I playfully pinched one of her nipples and twisted it. Her eyes bulged as she fought to suppress a squeal. She whispered, "Stop that, you idiot. We'll get caught."

When a little commotion emanated from one of the club rooms, we jogged back to safety.

Haruhi dashed back into the club room wearing a radiant smile. "That was a rush," she said, shaking. "I don't know what I would have done if a teacher came up those steps." She shot me the evil eye. "Now get this off of me."

I untied her and she got dressed.

Haruhi took her seat at the commander's desk to button up the last buttons of a very wrinkled blouse. "It's so strange that all of this has happened."

"I know, right?" I said. "The second year of the SOS Brigade has gotten off to a wild start."

"We've become quite comfortable around each other," Koizumi said. "To almost an unimaginable degree."

"When I wished we'd become the closest unrelated family in the world," Haruhi said, "I never imagined this."

"You wished that?" I asked.

"Sure." She started singing the old Sister Sledge disco classic. "We are family. I got my brigadees with me." She paused mid-song. "That gives me an idea." She pulled a notebook out of her bag. "I'm going to write a song about it." Haruhi started writing while humming.

Mikuru asked, "Would anyone like some tea?"

"I think we all would," I said.

"Five teas coming up."