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"The fucking bastard!" the newly-titled Mika Seguchi screamed as she slung her wedding bouquet across the hotel room. "How dare he kiss my brother in front of everyone like that!" "He wasn't very discreet," Noriko agreed as she followed Mika inside. Mika was still in her wedding dress, Noriko in a short green bridesmaid's outfit. "They're both drunk. Everyone downstairs is. None of them probably even noticed." "Except me!" Mika shouted. She leaned against the wall, squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying. Tohma had just kissed Eiri in public. She couldn't believe it. ON HER WEDDING NIGHT. Sakano, meanwhile, was thankful for his reflexes. The producer had been fetching Tohma's watch when he heard the angry pounding footsteps in the hall outside. Years of extreme nervousness had honed his reflexes so well that he'd leapt inside the closet immediately. The closet door was ajar, showing the two women through the slight crack. "Don't rip it off, let me help you," Noriko was saying. She was pulling hairpins out. Then she eased plastic teeth away and Mika's headdress came off. Noriko set the delicate veiled thing aside and began to uncoil the long blonde length of hair, letting it loose. Her fingers sank into the strands as she massaged Mika's scalp for a moment. Mika sighed. "Could you help me with this dress? I don't want to be reminded of him right now." Noriko slid the zipper down. With some trouble, she was able to pull the skin-tight pearled sleeves off Mika's arms. Finally, Mika stepped out of the heavy satin dress. Noriko then removed her own bridesmaid's dress, though it was so skimpy there was little to remove. Sakano's mouth opened. Both women were in their slips. He pushed his nose against the crack and accidently nudged it wider. He froze, waiting for the women to notice, but they didn't. "Damn hose," Mika was saying, sticking a finger through the netting. "That'll only make the run worse," Noriko chided. "Let me do it." She began to roll the damaged hose carefully down Mika's legs. "Why did I wear ones with seams?" Mika groaned. "Because I was stupid and thought it was sexy. No one can see them under that damned dress and the seams were driving me crazy all night. They ITCH." She raised her slip over her head and stood there in her underwear. Sakano stopped breathing. Mika was wearing a lacy black bra, and her large brown areolas were showing. She also wore black lace underpants. Crotchless, in anticipation of her wedding night. Sakano's eyes bulged at the sight of the triangle of pubic hair, framed with black frills and tiny bows. "I think they're sexy," Noriko said. "But you're right. They do itch like hell." She knelt, and ran a finger lazily down the red mark the seam had left behind, then back up the bare thigh. "Does that feel better?" "Much better," Mika said. "I could use more of it." Noriko smiled. "Happy to oblige. Let me take this off, first." And she too, was out of her slip. Then she removed her bra entirely. Involuntarily, the closet door nudged open wider. But this time Sakano didn't notice. He was covering his mouth to keep from breathing too loudly, praying that Noriko would turn around. She didn't, but she did something even better. She knelt, and began to lick at the red stripes up Mika's legs. "Oh, that feels wonderful," Mika said. "What do you say to a little fun without men?" "Fine by me," Noriko replied. "It's not as if we haven't done it before." Done what before? Sakano wondered innocently. When he saw what happened next, he nearly fell out of the closet. Off came the remaining bra and underpants, and Noriko was standing behind her friend, reaching around to rest the weight of Mika's large breasts in her hands. Noriko's fingers began to scissor at Mika's nipples, pulling and releasing, the hands gently squeezing what looked like absolute quarts of breast. The producer's hands were opening his own pants. What they contained was about to burst out. "By the way," said Noriko, "what do you think deep-breasted means? Deep seems to mean down, but are they talking about height, or protrusion, or volume, or what? I'm always reading the phrase in trashy romance novels and it's never clear." "My stupid brother ought to know since he uses it all the time in his writing. I'm not sure either." "All I know is, you're deep-breasted," Noriko said. She stepped around to tongue at the areolas. "Nice." "I never used to like this," Mika commented. "Having my nipples touched. It drove me crazy for some reason." Noriko paused to lightly finger the mound of hair between Mika's legs. "Neither did I, until I had Saki. Then all of a sudden, oh my God. I loved nursing her. I used to have orgasms from that alone." "Really?" "It was wonderful. And when Tetsuya found out, he began to pull my pants down while I was nursing, and fuck me. He was jealous that a baby could do this to me. That was terrific, too. He'd be moving inside me gently, trying not to jolt me so hard it would upset Saki, and she would be sucking away. It was unbelievable. I would have multiple orgasms from those sessions." Mika was smiling now, imitating Saki on Noriko's breasts. "Sucking like this?" she asked. "Oh, yes." Noriko was still fingering Mika's crotch. In response, Mika parted her legs, splitting the mound and showing glistening wetness. For a moment, both women rubbed their pubic mounds together, yearningly. Meanwhile, Sakano was having a little emergency. His forehead was pressed so hard against the opening that one of his hands was doing all it could, hanging onto the doorknob to keep it from flying open. His other hand was busy as well, pumping frantically on one of the hardest cockstands he'd ever had. "Let's get into bed," Mika was saying. "Just a second," Noriko replied. "I have a little surprise. Let me put it on." She turned her back towards the closet, and began to tie cords around her hips. Sakano received a full view of her naked body. But when he saw what she was donning, he had to stifle a gasp. "Ta Da!" Noriko said, turning around. "Oh my God! You've got one of THOSE?" Mika laughed. Noriko was wearing a strap-on penis, fully erect. "I was planning to give it to you at your bridal shower as a gag, but Tetsuya talked me out of it. He thought it wouldn't be appropriate in front of all those other women. But you're going to get it now, Mika-chan," she growled. "This is hard plastic, isn't it?" Mika said, grinning. She felt the bulbous tip of the artificial shaft. "It's a cheap one," Noriko replied. She gave a masculine thrust of her hips and both women laughed so hard they nearly fell over. "All the better to take away your virginity, my dear," Noriko growled again. "Haven't had it for years. I lost it in junior high." Both women were positioning themselves on the bed, Mika underneath. "God," Mika said, feeling the shaft again. She shook her head in wonder. "Would it be more realistic if I put a condom over it?" "No, it'd be more realistic if you said, 'C'mon baby, I'll only put the tip in a little way. I won't come inside you. What are you worried about? You won't get pregnant." Both women howled again. "Alright then," Noriko said in a low, masculine rumble. "You won't get pregnant." Then her voice changed to purring feminine sweetness. "Open up for me, honey." Mika's index fingers pressed down and parted the long, moist lips between her legs. Noriko put the round tip against the wetness and carefully slid inside. "Ohhhh," Mika said. "What's it feel like?" "BIG. And stiff. I'm not sure Tohma was ever THIS hard. And what's this bump for?" She nudged a raised spot just above the base of the strap-on. "You'll find out when I'm all the way inside. I hope this one isn't too long." Noriko began to rotate her hips. "Oh," said Mika in comprehension, as the bump met her mound. "I see I'm going to be sore there after this is over." Noriko's eyes were half-closed in pleasure, a lock of her hair falling from her coif to brush Mika's face. "There's another raised spot inside this thing," she said, low. "So we're just frigging each other, through this thin plastic shell." "Yep." For several long minutes they fell silent, moving against one another. Sakano heard the rustling of bedsheets and the jiggling of springs. Then came the occasional sigh and the sharp, feminine intake of breath. The producer's hand was pumping wildly, his own breathing so loud he was afraid they would hear it. His forehead was still pressed hard against the closet door. Then three things happened at once. First, the doorknob slipped right out of Sakano's sweaty grasp. Second, Sakano tumbled out of the closet, dick in hand. And third, both women looked up from the bed. They exchanged a look and rose from the bed, approaching Sakano slowly. Their nude bodies were a solid wall of prowling, sexual display. "Do you like these, Sakano?" Mika said, raising her breasts with her hands. She rubbed them sensuously with her spread fingers. "Um, ladies! I can explain." The producer's breathing, fast before, was frantic now. "Or this?" said Noriko, stroking the hairs of Mika's mound. "Or this?" She tiptoed her long fingernails down Sakano's cock. The producer nearly died. "Yes, Sakano," Mika whispered in his ear, as she flicked his lips with a finger. "I think we can do something for each other." She was feeling his balls, and pushing his face right into her breasts. Noriko was still tickling his penis. Sakano was so drunk with the sight of those huge areolas before his eyes that he missed the wink Noriko gave Mika. "But you have to do something for us first," Mika said. "Uh?" Sakano squeaked. Noriko opened her mouth wide, licking her lips like a bad porn star, ogling him. Mika wiggled her body in slow motion, her butt and breasts rising and sinking in gentle waves. Hypnotized, Sakano allowed both women to undulate him over to the bed. "We need a favor," said Mika. "We're in a kinky mood tonight." "Yes," Sakano panted. He couldn't believe it. They wanted HIM? He'd do anything they asked. "You have to put this on," Noriko said, holding up Mika's wedding dress. Twenty minutes later Sakano was on the bed, trying not to breathe deeply. The tight cinch of the wedding dress was killing him. He was lying awkwardly on his face, a gag in his mouth. His wrists and ankles were both bound together with cord, strapped to the bottom frame of the bed. But worst of all, the skirt of the wedding dress was flipped up, leaving his exposed ass sticking high in the air. After they'd dressed him, Mika had enticed him into position, lying underneath him on the bed and fondling his cock, holding the head of it tantalizingly close to the dripping entrance between her spread legs, rubbing it there from time to time. Meanwhile, Noriko had gagged and bound him. The producer had been so stupid with lust that he hadn't objected. But just as he'd been about to come, Mika had--twisted his cock so hard he screamed into his gag. And Noriko had slapped his ass, then shoved inside him with her strap-on. Sakano had screamed again in agony from the hard plastic. Worst of all, Noriko had undone the straps. Then, the laughing women had dressed themselves and walked out of the room. Leaving Sakano still tied on the bed, impaled by the empty strap-on. But, as bad as things were, the producer was about to learn they could become even worse. There was a noise under the bed, then a sliding motion on the carpet. Sakano's fear and horror skyrocketed when he realized the room wasn't empty. SOMEONE HAD BEEN UNDER THE BED? . . . the entire time? As Sakano shut his eyes and wished for instant death, a shadow fell across him. He heard something near his face, and when he turned his head and opened his eyes . . . he found himself nose to nose with a leering Tatsuha Uesugi. Continued in Chapter 2.
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