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Futa Harem Island Syndrome	By : exfaffy0000 Category: +G to L > Haruhi Suzumiya Views: 30883 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Edit: Typos, typos everywhere. Fixed.

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"Does she still fuck you into the bed?"

Mikuru sputtered, brought a slim hand up to her face, and coughed tea into it. "Ugu.h..wh..at!?"

Tsuruya giggled like she had made the funniest joke in the world.

Mikuru rose, her cup shaking as she set it on the table. "I'm...um...not too comfortable on that topic." she whispered, standing to get a paper towel.

"What~?" her friend demanded. "Oh come on Mikuru! We used to talk about our crushes for hours…are you saying we can’t talk about this?! It’s sad-nyoro!"

"...Wuh...well..." Mikuru wiped at her hands, even though they were already dry. Memories of hot trysts with her wife were getting her wet. Haruhi hadn’t fucked her for three nights – Mikuru knew she was with Yuki…and it seemed she no longer wanted the lithe young girl as ‘just a cum bucket’. She stifled a groan and tried not to rub her thighs together. If this continued, she'd have to start masturbating...and that was against the rules....

“Hya!” Mikuru squealed as she was enveloped in a hug.

“You know Mikuru...I’ve missed you....and I was just thinking...we haven't really had a chance to talk...just the two of us." Try as she might, Tsuruya was having trouble maintaining her airy tone.

"We're talking…" Mikuru said meekly, struggling lightly. "I think we’re talking fine…"

“So what’s it like? With Haru-nyan…?”

“W…well…” It was hot. It was hardcore sex most of the time, in the shower, in the bed, on the floor…and into the early mornings….

“I bet you go at it all the time....” Tsuruya whispered.

They did. Haruhi did more than 'fuck her into the bed'. In the early days, she'd fuck her *everywhere*, *all the time*. In fact, they’d done it, right here...in this kitchen...on this counter...she'd lost track of how many times her insatiable partner had hugged her from behind, bent her over the counter, and whispered how horny she was—“Could…could you let go?” Mikuru asked, her lips trembling.

"Hmmm? But we hugged all the time before..." Mikuru stifled a moan as Tsuruya pressed her hardness into her pleated a-line brown skirt and into her soft bum.

"Tsuruya-chan...!" she began, and then she was pushed against the counter. "What..."

"...I can't help it Mikuru...you've gorgeous..." She kissed the shorter girl's exposed left shoulder, after dragging the thin spaghetti straps of her white top down with her teeth. "...Ne...could you maybe...help me?"

"Help…you..?!!"

"Yeah...I’m sure…there’s something..."—she feigned innocence—"...something maybe you could do?" She ground her hips harder into Mikuru's bottom.

“…I...I'm...!"

“Married...?" Tsuruya finished.

"Yes...!"

"Hmm....” she leaned forward and giggled. “You’ve let Yuki fuck you.”

“How did...." Mikuru gasped as one of Tsuruya's crossed hands dipped low, across her hips. The clothes over her skin shivered audibly as Tsuruya continued fondling her."...but that’s because…Haruhi…wouldn’t…relieve her!”

“Right, you were just helping your pet..." She groped the hot wetness between Mikuru's legs and was rewarded with a loud moan. "It was tough wasn't it? Watching Yuki being used as a cum-bucket? Watching that poor girl try to satisfy herself? Even after Haruhi explained it was for Yuki's own good...."

Mikuru struggled to keep from panting as she recalled the desperate enthusiasm that Yuki had shown, when she had offered herself to sate her friend's erection and mind-crushing desire. She had told herself that she wasn't being a slut, wasn't being a bad wife. She was just helping her friend, and not looking for more sex for the days when Haruhi busied herself with other matters…and other women. The fucks with Yuki rivaled the nights when Haruhi was in one of her moods – Yuki wasted no time, had only one desire – to come, and come, and come…and then Mikuru would bring out the vibrators, the toys, the straps…and they’d only stop when they saw day approaching.

"So, how did you help her?" Tsuruya asked. "…Did you suck her off? Jerk her off? ...Or perhaps..." She gripped Mikuru's crotch hard. "Did you use this?"

"N..No...! I..."

"Or perhaps..." Mikuru bit her lip to contain a shameful moan as Tsuruya caressed her butt with a gentle hand. "Did you use…this...?"

That was exactly what Mikuru had done.

Tsuruya kissed Mikuru's temple. “….You know...I’ve wanted this for so long…” Tsuruya groped Mikuru's breasts and nearly came in her pants. No bra...she played with the stiff nipples casually. “With Yuki missing…I’m so lonely. I’m sure you feel the same with Haruhi gone. Perhaps, we could…help each other out until they come back?”

“Hooooaooohhhh….” Mikuru groaned. “…No…please…”

"Please Mikuru?" Tsuruya begged, one hand rubbing Mikuru’s crotch and the other tweaking her nipples. "Let’s help each other. It's getting so hard." She began grinding her covered length against her in earnest. "...And you’re getting so wet…"

"I..." Mikuru panted.

Tsuruya smirked, kissing her friend on the neck. “It’s so hard to take care of on my own…I’ll probably spend all day at it…in my room…with both hands struggling to bring myself off…”

“Mmmmm…”

“I’ll probably need vibrators too…clean-up will be a mess…it sure will be hard to…drink…all…that…cum…” She withdrew her hands from Mikuru’s crotch, just a little, and sighed. “…If you change your mind-

A lithe hand was placed on her forearm jerkily. Tsuruya squeezed Mikuru’s wetness in anticipation. “…Alright,” her buxom friend panted, in her sweet little voice. “...I think I can…help…"

Tsuruya giggled throatily, as she let her go. “Thank you…”

Mikuru folded to her unsteady knees, in front of her. Tsuruya’s heartbeat was wild, and she struggled not to pant. She stared down Mikuru’s pale cleavage hungrily.

Mikuru swallowed, gaze shifting as Tsuruya began unbuckling her belt, and then her jeans. The zipper went down slowly, already she could make out the outline of her trapped cock, it made her face and crotch heat up further. She resisted the urge to touch herself…she was getting turned on, she thought shamefully. Tsuruya dropped her jeans, and Mikuru shivered in arousal. Tsuruya’s half-hard eleven-incher looked ready to rip apart her striped panties…the standing girl pulled them down carefully, and the length bounced into display.

"It's...big…." Mikuru said hungrily. She did not add that it was almost as big as Haruhi's.

Tsuruya stepped forward. "Hurry...Mikuru…" The massive length bounced, throbbed in anticipation the closer Tsuruya got to Mikuru’s upturned face. Nodding, Mikuru raised a hand to grip her friend's shaft. She could not fit her hand around it. She slowly, hesitantly, began stroking it with two cool hands, working it to its full length. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the tip. “…I’ll…start then…” she said, and began by licking the head, slowly, and then more confidently. Tsuruya moaned her name and then Mikuru first kissed the head sweetly, and then took it into her mouth, her hands continuing to massage. “Oooooohhhh…” To Tsuruya’s delight, the sight of Mikuru sucking her off was just as erotic as she thought it would be – her plush, pale pink lips – like the rest of her, looked made for no other purpose than oral sex. The way they looked pursed and stretched around her stiff rod made her thighs shiver. She was noisy too. She made cute, earnest sounds as she sucked, but Tsuruya had known she was noisy, she couldn’t wait to hear her squeals as she fucked her....

“Ish...thitd....guud?" Mikuru asked, sucking and laving the head with her tongue.

"Yeah...yeah..." Tsuruya groaned. Mikuru sank her lips lower, and Tsuruya's jaw dropped in a wordless moan, as she stared down through half-lidded eyes. The lovely nymph had deepthroated her length. She wasn't as practiced as Yuki, but really, Haruhi was absolutely right. Mikuru's greatest feature, her highest skill, was as eye-candy. The brunette's eyes were pools of lust, begging approval - begging for a reward. “Mmmm…mhmmmhmmm….” Tsuruya feel her orgasm fast approaching as her mind looped on the fact that her best friend had buried her own cock in her lovely pale throat.

“Mmmhmm…” Mikuru murmured, earnestly using her mouth to bringing her off…

"Juuuust a minute!" Tsuruya said, forcing a cool smile. She gently pushed Mikuru back and swallowed a whimper as her dick was removed from the loving confines of a warm, devoted throat and mouth. She almost snapped as Mikuru tongued the head wantonly as it withdrew, a picture of confused, innocent desire.

“Tsuruya-chan?”

"I just need a little something *more*..."

"...Um...well...then..." Small hands rested on large breasts. “Um…” She cupped her heavy mounds and offered them up meekly. Tsuruya's lips twitched to contain her whimper of desire. "How about this?" Mikuru asked shyly.

Her cock pulsed and jerked violently in anticipation. "...That...that should do it..."

Mikuru undid her apron while still on her knees, and left it in a pile. Tsuruya’s gaze was rooted to her breasts, and then she interrupted when Mikuru looked like she was just going to push her white top up. "...It will get dirty..." Blushing harder, Mikuru nodded, and pulled her white top off, as simply as she could, her breasts bouncing as they were freed. Then, taking the soft, firm flesh in her hands, she enveloped Tsuruya’s saliva-slick rod.

Tsuruya stifled a whine, her hips jerking forward into Mikuru’s softness as the lovely young wife massaged her stiffness, dripping saliva onto the head and shaft. “You are…amazing…Mikur-u!” She gasped as Mikuru leaned down to lick and suck at her cockhead noisily. Tsuruya held back as best she could, as Mikuru worked in her gentle way, to bring her to orgasm.

“Oooohhh…yeah…that’s…please…stroke…!”

Breathing out a soft ‘fwaahh’ as she sucked the head, she tilted her head this way and that, as she worked her friend’s entire cock over. She peered up from behind full, chestnut brown hair, not halting her strokes, and her lips parted to say something…but she seemed to think against it.

“What…is it…?” Tsuruya encouraged.

Her full lips parted, as she used her tits to get her off. “C…cum…” mumbled Mikuru abashedly, peering up at Tsuruya’s face. “…Quickly…please? I’ll start moving faster now…so…” she swallowed. “…I want it…” she breathed, her pink tongue flicking out to lick her upper lip.

That did it. "I...can't...take it....!" Tsuruya declared.

Mikuru gasped cutely as she was pushed to the floor, the kitchen carpet furrows pressed against her bare back. Tsuruya’s gaze was hot as she gripped the titflesh in her hands, thrusting hard – she was going to get a real titfuck now, she thought feverishly, as the brunette leaning forward to lick and suck her cockhead as it stabbed through cleavage. She buried the head of her cock into that hot mouth and squeezed those breasts around her shaft, and then let herself go, thrusting and fucking into Mikuru’s breasts.

She gripped Mikuru tight as she struggled to hold back the torrent of sperm - struggled to savor the experience as much as possible even as she struggled to release! She was going to cum on those breasts! She was going to unload all her cum over the soft, perfect globes, she was going to paint that creamy, insanely luscious flesh with her load!

She gave sharp hazy gasps as her orgasm built, higher, higher, higher. Her cockhead stretched, she shuddered, took a breath, and broke. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried, her mouth widening in a silent groan and then finding her voice after the first shots had jumped far, and splattered all over Mikuru's face. She kept pushing, pounding at that soft chest, watching the semen pool and collect all over her friend's slender neck. "Oh, oh oh...!" she echoed blissfully, as she painted Mikuru's breasts and face with long, hot streams of her female cock-cum.

But she wasn't done. Yuki had not sucked her off this morning, and she had only consoled herself with the idea of having her load all over Mikuru's wonderful breasts, cute face and bedroom eyes.

Tsuruya pulled the panting brunette up by the hair. She jerked the rest of her load out furiously, milking her appendage, emptying herself all over Mikuru’s face. She released her grip on Mikuru's hair, moving, placing her hips over her friend's breasts, forcing her spongy, pulsing cock through those full lips. "Suck it out!" she gasped, almost begging, fingers wrapped around the shaft not forced into her friend's barely-responsive mouth and tongue as she rode out the final spurts of her massive orgasm. "Suck...suck...suck...!"

And then she stopped, closing her eyes and relishing in the feel of Mikuru tonguing her sensitive, spent, cockhead with noisy wanton whimpers.

Her still hard dick became harder as she watched Mikuru pant drowsily, trying vainly to return her breathing to normal. The back of her head lay against the soft kitchen carpet. Her hair was spread out behind her, and her cheeks were flushed with lustful effort. She licked her lips of her friend's sperm. She dragged a finger through it and in a drunken haze kissed it from her fingertips.

Tsuruya felt her cock jump, felt her desire roar. That was the hand that had her wedding ring.

Mikuru finished licking her fingers clean and gazed up at her. "Was...is...that....was it...good?" she asked, having trouble forming the question, her liquid brown eyes turned up questioningly. “There’s…so much…” she noted, feeling the copious amounts of sperm all over her.

Tsuruya’s expression was covered by her lustrous green hair. "Tsuruya-chan?" Mikuru tried hesitantly, and her eyes widened as her skirt was pushed up, her panties pulled away. "What are you..." A slick, wet, spongy hardness was rubbed against her anus.

“If your mouth is okay, then your ass should be okay too…”

“N…no! Wait!" she squealed, as Tsuruya sank her slippery dick past her trained sphincter. "Oh god! Oh god Tsuruya-cha-

The green-haired girl's long, hard shaft did not wait, did not rest. Once a sizable amount had been forced in, she immediately began thrusting, working to fuck her full length into the tightness of Mikuru's plush velvet insides. "Noooo! It's big...!!!! Tsuruya-channnn!!!!"

"You take it soooo easy Mikuru...!" Tsuruya gasped joyfully. "Oh it feels sooooo good!~ Soooo tight!!!!"

"Tsuruya-ch..!" Mikuru sobbed, as Tsuruya’s rod piston-pumped in and out of her ass. "...Tsuruya-chan!!" The hot brunette caved into pleasure. Instead of clutching the carpet she began to rub her clit and cunt. The sight enflamed Tsuruya further and she reamed Mikuru's anus, hungry to cum again, this time in the soft confines of Mikuru's ass. “Unh…yeah…” Tsuruya groaned. “Sooo well…” she repeated. “You take it sooo easily…” Her focus was on thrusting into Mikuru tight, unyielding ass; all the frustration that had been boiling inside her, the desire that she had chained up for years, she channeled into the sodomy of her bombshell of a friend. "So hot...going to...!" came her hoarse, barely audible declaration, and then she hugged Mikuru's slender leg to her cheek, unleashing another hot load, this time in Mikuru’s bum. Each long, drawn out-discharge caused her eyelashes to flutter and then she collapsed onto her friend, her dick half-buried in Mikuru’s ass.

It was Mikuru’s whimpering that brought her back. There was an empty, hungry look in her friend’s lustrous eyes, and her hands were in her cunt. She was struggling to bring herself off despite the press of Tsuruya’s body.

“…Neee…Mikuru,” began Tsuruya “Put the apron back on…?”

Mikuru gave a wordless whimper in reply.

“…I’ll fuck you…again…this time here…” her own slender hands joined Mikuru’s at her quim…there was a soft, breathless “Un” from Mikuru, and then Tsuruya pulled her up, onto her unsteady feet.

“The skirt,” Tsuruya said, gesturing to Mikuru’s final article of clothing. Mikuru carefully shucked her skirt down, and then donned her discarded apron, slipping the hoop over her neck while Tsuruya watched.

It was a simple act she'd done for years...but in her nervousness she realized she hadn't fluffed her hair out of the loop. The idea made her even more shaken. She imagined what expression Tsuruya would make as she shook her full-bodied hair free. She left it trapped. Her fingers went round to finish, and she realized her chest was thrust out, on display, large and wanton. Her fingers fumbled. "I..." she looked up, close to tears. "C...Could you help me?" she asked broken-heartedly. At the silence she turned a gaze to Tsuruya - and then glanced downwards quickly, shamed at her friend’s hungry stare.

Tsuruya stopped jerking her shaft. She placed lithe hands on Mikuru’s bare shoulders. "Turn around..." Mikuru turned around. "Hair," Tsuruya said. Mikuru nodded shakily, gathered her courage and then her full locks; out of their prison and up. Tsuruya couldn't help but exhale sharply as Mikuru held the hair up. The back of her neck was traffic-stopping. “...Lovely,” the taller girl whispered, kissing the back of Mikuru's neck as the shyer girl held her hair up. She sneaked pecks at the sensitive, soft sides of her throat. "Just....lovely."

She made her way down with her lips and Mikuru arched when she'd sucked the skin over the base of her spine. Kneeling down at her waist, she pulled Mikuru's stained panties down. She kissed each cheek, before tying the apron firmly. "Now turn around..." Mikuru hands were gathered in front of her as she did as commanded. Her cheeks were beet red and her eyes were downcast.

Tsuruya sighed blissfully. She slid her arms across her friend's shoulders, fluffing chestnut hair....and then she cupped Mikuru's flushed and tear-stained cheeks and leaned in. "Just lovely," she murmured, leaning in for a brief, affectionate kiss.

“Tsuruya…”

“I really missed you.” Her friend confided, her tongue peeking out as she smiled. "I missed you so much..."

Mikuru’s lip trembled, and then she leaned in to give a kiss of her own. Amazed, eyes closing, Tsuruya sighed happily, satisfied with this chaste, innocent, reciprocation of-

She eeped in surprise breaking the lip-lock as Mikuru groped her butt. Gazing at her friend's flushed cheeks, she smiled. But you want more, huh? Tsuruya thought happily, as Mikuru dove in for another kiss. Gripping Mikuru's own bare ass and extracting an identical muffled eep from her, she was surprised further as a tongue slipped into her open mouth...

They parted for air, a thin line of saliva connecting their open mouths and tongues.

"I'm...sorry...." Mikuru whispered. "...I need..."

Tsuruya responded by leaning in to tongue her forcefully. Mikuru groaned into the kiss. “-The counter," Tsuruya commanded once they'd finished.

Mikuru nodded, turning and placing her forearms on the linoleum, hiking her ass up and glancing over her shoulder.

Tsuruya could stand the sight for only a second. Mikuru whimpered “Please…” as she stepped forward and stroked herself to the hilt in Mikuru's hot, dripping, pussy.

“Oh...Mikuru…!” Tsuruya sighed, leaning over to breathe in Mikuru’s perfumed hair as they fucked.

“M…More!”

"...Can you tell me who this pussy belongs to?"

Mikuru bit her lip before replying. "You…"

"This tight, plush ass?"

"You!"

"Your soft lips and hot, tight throat?!"

"You!"

"This shamefully fuckable body!?"

"You! You, you you! Right now...Mikuru belongs to you, Tsuruya-chan!!!"

"That's right! That's right Mikuru! You were made for sex, Mikuru! Even when you're married...even when your body is meant for one person only...!" One hand atop Mikuru's fine rump, she buried the other in the mass of silky hair atop Mikuru's head. Taking a handful, she jerked her head up, arching her back up in a gorgeous arch.

"Oh...oh!!! OooooooOooooooOoOH!"

"There's no...way...only one person can have this pussy...this body! That's why Haruhi fucks you so much! That's why she lets Yuki fuck you! And that's why...she's letting *me* fuck you!"

Mikuru gasped, shock lancing into her pleasure. "That's right!" Tsuruya declared. "She told me...take care of Mikuru while I'm gone...told me how she's such a horny thing..." Tsuruya felt Mikuru's cunt clench in orgasm, and gasped herself. "...You know...it's not like it's a bad thing," she said, her cock throbbing powerfully in Mikuru's cunt. "Can you feel it?" The brunette groaned in response. "We love you for it," Tsuruya whispered. "...*I love you for it*......you lovely," she punctuated each word with a thrust, "beautiful," Mikurua gasped cutely - "whore...!"

She continued slamming her hips into Mikuru’s rear for a little longer, losing herself in the sensation and the sound of her friend keening and moaning loudly. "Slut!" Tsuruya declared "Slut, slut, slut!" Then, Tsuruya pulled Mikuru around, lifted her, and placed her plush bottom on the counter. Throwing both shapely legs over her shoulders, she began fucking her with the intention of orgasm. "Look at me! ...I'm going to make you cum!"

"Ugh! Uuuuuggh!!!"

"I'm going to make you cum...and then I'm going to fill you up with my cum!"

"Ugh...! Ugh, uhhh…."

"I'm going to pour it all in, going to flood this naughty pussy with my cum...because right now...you're *mine*!"

"Tsu...ru...YA-chan!" screamed Mikuru, throwing her arms around her friend's neck. Tsuruya pounded frantically, almost desperately, like she wanted to bury her cockhead into Mikuru's deepest parts before emptying herself, and Mikuru mewled and sobbed with every thrust.

"I love you Mikuru!" Tsuruya gasped, kissing one of Mikuru’s slender calves. "You're mine!"

"I...love...!"

With one last, powerful thrust, Tsuruya buried herself to the hilt in Mikuru's tight, convulsing, sopping hot pussy, releasing pint after pint of cum. She hugged Mikuru's head to her cheek as she erupted, screaming her partner's name, and the two cried out in mutual pleasure.

…And after a long, hazy period of only breathing, Tsuruya spoke up. "Ne, Mikuru?" she asked softly, relishing the feeling of Mikuru's pussy around her sensitive prick.

Mikuru hummed dizzily in response.

"Can we do it again?"

Mikuru's eyes widened. "A..Again!?" she yelped, her gaze darting to the top of her friend's green head. “Um, well….” she swallowed as Tsuruya nuzzled her nape. “Perhaps later.” She kissed Tsuruya on her broad forehead-

"That was my berserk-button nyoro." Tsuruya said, hiding her face in Mikuru's neck.

"...What?"

"Nothing~" she sang softly, nosing her way down to Mikuru's breasts. “We'll go to the beach for now...but tonight...come to my room." She licked at a nipple. “Bring everything. The maid costume, the nurse...that waitress one from the movie." She grinned. "The one from the Cultural Festival. You can imagine how badly I want to fuck you in that uniform...do you have one in my size? We'll both wear it..."

"Um...I..."

"And I'd love some more apron-play...

"Um..."

"…What's wrong?” Tsuruya teased. “Haruhi told me it was enough to have you cumming yourself unconscious...being fucked in costume I mean...."

Mikuru swallowed, her full lips tight in a frustrated pout. Tsuruya kissed her hard and brief, and then winked. "Was she wrong?"

Mikuru's gaze shifted to the side in embarrassment. "...You forgot the bunny suit?"

"...That's for a very...special occasion...Haruhi has planned...a few nights from now.”

"...Something special?"

"Some kind of party. So no. No bunny outfit." There was a hint of disappointment in her tone. "...But bring the Frog."

Mikuru blinked, unsure if she'd heard right. “The frog? What...the frog..." her voice trailed off when Tsuruya placed a slender finger on her lips. “…I’ll skull-fuck you in that one...." she whispered hotly. “Since we can’t cut holes in it…”

Mikuru's dismayed expression sent her into a fit of giggles. She pulled her still-hard and definitely unsatisfied penis out of her friend's, sperm-drenched, still-milking cunt.

“Meet you at the beach!” she sang, blowing a kiss, her long hair whipping gently as she swayed out.

Mikuru sniffed. "...Uguu."

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If this were a doujin, I'd probably just do illustrations of the rest of Mikuru's day (and night).

Too bad I can't draw for shit.

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