Tokyo Idol Girl Orgy by HornyHenry987

Tokyo Idol Girl Orgy

by J.D. Savanyu

A warm summer night in the heart of Japan. The annual Tokyo Idol Festival at the Odaiba Theater attracted thousands of high school and college students, eager to see the best new J-Pop girl bands. Those vapid fanboys and fangirls were obsessed with Asian cuties in ridiculous harajuku costumes. Pumping millions of dollars into their designer purses that were covered with tacky chibi doo-dads.

The final act of the festival took the stage. Sayori Yoshida, Miya Matsumoto, Rubi Tanaka, Ayana Ito, and Kiyomi Harada pranced out to loud cheering from the crowd. Wiggling their tight eighteen year-old asses beneath a big projection of their catchy name and slogan in English and Japanese:

VERUCA 5

Make Japan Rock Again!

Veruca 5 was a portmanteau of Maroon 5; a mega-famous American boy band, and Veruca Salt; a one-hit-wonder American grunge girl band (which was named after a rich bitchy British daddy's girl in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.) Their sound was "pop" enough for the pop fans, and "rock" enough for the rock fans. Each member wore a tight-fitting sailor schoolgirl outfit over their lean busty bodies, forming a sexy rainbow with exposed midriffs and matching dyed hair. Orange for Sayori, yellow for Miya, green for Ayana, blue for Kiyomi, and red for Rubi.

They danced energetically all over the stage, jiggling their big teen tits to AI-generated guitars and drums. No talent in the instrumental department, but plenty in the vocal and choreographic departments. The lead vocalist Ayana sang aggressively yet sweetly in Japanese, and the other four chimed in with punkish flair:

"When I see your face in the morning, boy, you get me going (going!)

When I see your face in the evening, boy, you get me higher (higher!)

Higher than an eagle, baby (like my wildest dreams!)"

They just graduated from Takeshita High School two weeks ago, and now they were aiming toward the stratosphere of fame, with all the sinful trappings. Fast cars, fancy clothes, and cheap sex in big-ass hot tubs. They finished the song with a flourish, and Ayana waved her arms warmly toward the audience.

"Thank you so much, Tokyo! We are Veruca 5, and . . ."

"We don't give ashit!" Rubi shouted comically. The audience cheered louder for that immature rebel without a clue.

"Hell yeah, Rubi," Ayana snickered. "We got one more song to close out this crazy idol girl festival. This one is dedicated to all those tough manly dudes in the audience. I hereby dub you . . . 'Mister Slave!'"

The computerized garage band played a Guns N' Roses-esque intro, and the girls wiggled around like Britney Spears in her prime. Driving those tough manly dudes insane with desire.

Give love! (Take love!) Give love! (Take love!)

Gimme everything I need

When I get my kinky hands on you, you'll never be the same . . .

Mister Slave!

The colorful idol girls ended their twenty minute set to thunderous applause. They locked arms and took a theatrical bow, grinning from ear to ear in rainbow formation. The AI band played a steady optimistic riff as they pranced off the stage and down a bland hallway.

"Fuck yeah, idol bitches! We totally killed it!" Rubi beamed.

"Those guys were eating usup," Miya agreed, giving her a high-five.

"Hard to tell if they really like our music, or just our look," Kiyomi replied. "Slap some cute sailor suits on any random Japanese hotties, and guys will start drooling like Pavlov's dog."

The girls giggled toward their dressing room. Two young men in black tech crew shirts with headsets waved them down.

"Awesome show, ladies. Can we have your autographs?"

"Of course, baby-doll," Miya uttered seductively. She was the sluttiest member of Veruca 5 (but they were all willing to go down on any halfway-attractive men.) They scribbled down their names on slips of paper in hasty hiragana characters.

"There you go, fellas. We'll catch you at the after-party."

"Maybe we'll have a 'party' with youafterthe after-party," Ayana snickered, winking her green-tinted left eyelid. Veruca 5 gave them cute good-bye waves and went into their dressing room. They stripped down to bras and panties that matched their neon sailor waifu costumes.

"We're already blowing up on X," Rubi beamed, swiping on her smartphone.

"God, I hate that stupid name change. What was wrong with Twitter?" Sayori grunted.

"Nothing, you little twit," Miya snickered.

"I wouldn't mind getting laid by Elon Musk," Sayori uttered dreamily.

"Ain't no shame in gold-digging," Ayana proclaimed.

"Depends how dirty you get while 'digging' for it," Kiyomi remarked. They all giggled like sorority bitches at Kappa Kappa Gamma. A few seconds later, someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Ayana asked.

"We're from Sony Music, girls," some guy replied.

"Holy shit,Sony!" Rubi exclaimed, rushing toward the door. She opened it wide, revealing five men in sharp business suits. Old enough to be their fathers, but cute enough to be their lovers. Their jaws dropped open in pleasant surprise, seeing five teen bombshells in skimpy porn star lingerie.

"Damn, girls," the tallest guy chuckled, ogling her perky tits. "You're sexy as hellandsuper-talented. Lightning in a bottle, as we say in the business."

"Nice to meet you," the shortest guy added quickly, stepping inside and offering his hand. "I'm Remi. These are my associates; Kenji, Eiren, Tadashi and Tatsuya."

The girls shook their strong manly hands, with goosebumps rising on their scantily-clad bodies in the air-conditioned room.

"So you guys are talent scouts for the biggest record label in Japan?" Rubi asked eagerly.

"The biggest record label in theworld, honey," Remi replied.

"Can you turn us into the next AKB48?" Kiyomi asked.

"For sure. You'll blow those bitches away with an AK-47," Remi remarked. "We'll get you some big gigs on TV, top billing on the major streaming sites, and tacky merchandise for all those harajuku girls."

"An international tour won't be far off," Tatsuya added. "We'll even arrange for you to record a theme song for the new Bleach anime."

"Oh my god, I'm such a Bleach freak," Rubi exclaimed. "I wish I could join the Soul Society and hunt down Hollows with Ichigo Kurosaki."

"You're twice as hot as Rukia Kuchiki," Eiren said with a sly grin.

"We'll draft a contract for you to sign at our headquarters in 1 Chome," Tadashi said. "By the way . . . how old are you girls?"

"We're all eighteen, sir," Miya beamed. "Too young to drink sake, but old enough to sign a contract without my parent's permission. Screw those drunk-ass jerks, they're not getting a single dime from me."

"We're barely legal, and having lots of . . .fun," Kiyomi uttered slyly, winking a blue-tinted eyelid.

"Whatkindof fun?" Kenji asked keenly.

"Wild sex, honey. We're a bunch of Asian Playboy bunnies."

"Without those stupid rabbit ears," Satori giggled.

"Wanna have a little 'playdate' with us?" Rubi uttered seductively, emphasizing the double entendre.

"Uh . . . well . . . " Kenji stammered, with eyes reflexively darting down to her perky breasts.

"We want to show our gratitude by gratifying your base desires," Rubi said wittily. "You can sample our merchandise right now, before we hit the big time."

"Are you fucking serious, Rubi?" Kiyomi snickered. "We're not even famous yet, and you're already fishing for a backstage orgy?"

"I know you want it, bitch," Rubi grunted. "And I knowyouwant it, boys."

"Hell yeah, Rubi Red," Remi groaned. "Get naked, and show us how feisty you really are."

"With pleasure, you creepy idol girl chasers."

The guys laughed awkwardly, and laughed louder when their bras and panties hit the dressing room floor. Their cocks nearly ripped right through their zippers.

"Holyshit. You're the hottest teen bitches I eversaw," Tatsuya groaned.

"Dicks don't lie, so whip 'em out," Satori beamed, gesturing aggressively toward their bulging manhoods. The record reps stripped bare as fast as they could, tossing their "respectable" suits on top of those hot waifu costumes.

"I assumed Veruca 5 was a bunch of crazy lesbians, with your tomboy attitudes and that rainbow sailor theme," Eiren said.

"Hell no. We hate the taste of carpet," Rubi growled. "I need a big juicy sausage like yours, with a little kick of wasabi."

She dropped right down on her knees and shoved that sausage deep in her mouth.

"Fuck yeah, bitch!" Eiren groaned toward her bobbing red-dyed head. "You betterearnthat big contract with your sugar daddy."

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned with a mouthful. The other girls quickly followed her lead. Ayana vs. Tatsuya, Miya vs. Tadashi, Kiyomi vs. Remi, and Satori vs. Kenji. Five magically delicious blowjobs, like cock-flavored Lucky Charms. Their brightly colored heads moved steadily back and forth, moaning and slurping loudly.

"Damn, these bitches really suck," Kenji proclaimed.

"But not musically," Eiren replied wryly.

"They're twice as good as BabyMetal," Tatsuya opined while getting slobbered like a pooch.

"Crazier than Veruca Salt with a golden ticket," Remi remarked. He grabbed Kiyomi's blue head with both hands and face-fucked her at full speed, gagging her like hell. The other guys followed suit, pumping their pricks balls-deep against those neon lips. Long ropes of spittle oozed down on their large breasts.

"Keep choking on that big dick, you naughty fucking idol girl!" Eiren growled.

"Like an Everlasting Gobstopper," Kenji quipped.

"God fuckingdamn," Tadashi uttered awkwardly toward the ceiling. "Let's make this after-party last. Get your idol asses on those chairs, and spread your legs nice and wide."

"Yes sir," Rubi snickered. The girls all sat down on top of their skimpy sailor costumes and stretched their lean athletic legs back toward their shoulders. Interlocking ankles to form an awesome VVVVV. Five young Japanese vaginas winked boldly in their direction; Brazilian waxed and begging for attention.

"Those are some nice fucking cunts," Remi beamed while stroking his long shaft.

"We also hate munching carpets . . . but we love slurping pussies," Tatsuya grunted. He knelt down in front of Rubi and buried his face in her naughty place.

"Oh my god,yes! Eat that fucking pussy!"

He kept licking her pretty pink folds while the other guys settled down to graze. Kenji slurped and tongue-fucked Miya while squeezing her clit hard with three fingers, making her squeal.

"Oh shit, you're such a freak. Smack my dirty snatch!"

He delivered a good square blow to her spit-soaked vagina, making her squeal louder. The other guys spanked their pussies raw, much to their delight. They also smacked their big flopping tits, and squeezed them as hard as they could.

"Veruca Salt was right. You reallycan'tfight the seether," Remi quipped.

"Veruca 5 is way better than that overhyped grunge band," Tatsuya added wryly. "These bitches are thereal'Volcano Girls.'"

"I wanna fuck the shit out of 'em, before those groupie douchebags start swarming."

"We always give our fansexactlywhat they want," Kiyomi uttered sweetly.

"Time for a good hard encore," Remi grunted. "Get up on your knees on that makeup counter, doggy-style."

"Like the teen bitches you are," Kenji added comically.

Rubi assumed her favorite position in the middle of that long counter, crouching down and looking at the reflection of her red-tinted eyes in a long brightly illuminated mirror. The other girls hopped up alongside her, wiggling their fine asses. Eiren grabbed Kiyomi's heart-shaped rump and slammed his thick eight-inch prick through her dripping wet labia. Remi swooped in next, mounting Rubi like a prize mare at the Tokyo Racecourse.

"Holy shit, just like that!" she groaned harshly. "Fuckingpoundmy pussy!"

The orgy quickly reached a fever pitch, with five well-hung studs hammering five teen beauty queens. Remi spanked Rubi's ass until it turned beet-red.

"You fucking deserve that punishment, Rubi Red. Daddy never spanked you, so Iam."

"Fuck yeah, daddy. The more you hit me, the naughtier I get."

Tatsuya smacked Miya's ass even harder while fucking her like a maniac. She growled gutturally while bracing her hands against her reflected hands.

"That's right, you fake blondie. Keep staring at your face in the mirror while I knock your assup. God, I love those sexy anime eyes."

He smacked her ass with authority, and she yelped approvingly. The chorus line of coitus kept going and going, with sweat pouring down their shiny tan bodies under those hot mirror lights. It was twice as good as the orgy those girls had during their graduation party two weeks ago, with a bunch of drunk and stoned frat guys from Ochanomizu University. It would be really hard to top during their international tour, with all those white American otaku fanboys who still live in their parent's basements.

Remi finally pulled out and lifted Rubi up in the air. He plopped her down on a purple rug in the middle of the dressing room.

"I'm in the mood for a ruby-red gangbang. Let's hammer this punk-ass bitch ineveryhole."

Rubi got down on all fours on top of Remi. She lowered her pussy down on his big cock, moaning harshly as it squeezed through her pink lips. Kenji straddled his thighs and shoved his bigger cock into her tight asshole.

"Oh my god, that feels so good. Fuck mehard,boys!"

They double-penetrated Rubi with reckless abandon, knocking her around like a ragdoll on the floor. Spanking her perfect ass even more with two sets of hands. Tadashi invaded that idol girl on the front line, grabbing her red head and skullfucking her brains out. Meanwhile, the other four musicians tag-teamed Tatsuya and Eiren on the floor, riding their cocks like glam samurai cowgirls.

"Holy shit, Rubi Red," Kenji growled while screwing her royally. "You're gonna be a fuckingstar!"

"She's hotter than any porn star I ever saw," Tadashi remarked while getting his balls slobbered by her bright red lips. She jammed his johnson back into her mouth, deep-throating him with the momentum applied against her rear end by two sleazy Sony guys. Rubi's big tits flailed wildly underneath, like udders on a Kobe heifer. The epic full-body sexual workout drove her completely insane. A massive orgasm burst forth from her very depths, blasting everyone with hot clear fluid.

"OoooooooohFUUUUUUUUUCK! Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigaaaaahd!" she wailed toward the dressing room ceiling. A few seconds later, Ayana and Kiyomi climaxed simultaneously on two long dongs. Screaming like their onstage cover of "Manhunt" from Flashdance, and soaking that rug right through.

"God damn. I love bitches who squirt like a fire hose," Remi chuckled.

"We wantyourcum, boys. All over our pretty faces!" Sayori growled.

"Yes ma'am," Tadashi snickered. "A little money shot before your big contract kicks in."

Veruca 5 lined up on their knees, smooshing their faces together side-by-side in rainbow formation. The record reps lined up hip-to-hip, jerking gleefully toward ten sexy anime eyes.

"Gimme your hot load, motherfucker!" Rubi growled toward Kenji.

"Those big dicks remind me of microphones," Ayana giggled toward Tatsuya.

"I wanna 'sing' with them every fuckingnight," Miya beamed.

"Oh shit, oh shit, HOOOOOWAAAA!"

"Oh-hooo, FUUUUUUUCK!"

"Gaaaaayaaaaaaazuuuuh!"

"Huhp, huhp,huuuh. . .rrrrrrrrUUUUGHHH!"

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah . . . fuuuuckingBIIIIIIIIITCH!"

Their cartoonish faces and neon hairdos got splattered and splattered with so much splooge. The warm soothing cream made them groan triumphantly; sticking their tongues out to taste their bitter reward. They licked it off each other's faces, making a sloppy colorful mess with oozing harajuku makeup, lipstick and mascara.

"Good idol girls," Remi groaned, still pumping his empty pistol. "All you have to do now is sign on the dotted line."

"You're really going places," Tatsuya added dreamily.

"All the way to Madison Square Garden," Rubi beamed.

"Oh shit, I wanna get fucked byallthe New York Rangers," Ayana groaned.

"Andthe Knicks," Kiyomi giggled.

"You're a bunch of stacked hentai rock bitches," Remi muttered. "Those American jocks will gobble you up like Wilt Chamberlain."

"Wiltwho?"

"Never mind."

Tokyo Idol Girl Orgy

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