Loosening Up Bk. 11 Ch. 21-25

As she rose, Dave got a chance to look around at the other windows, some of them in the hotel and nearby, and others in office buildings or condos close enough to make out details. He chuckled to himself. At least six or seven other people were watching the little fuck fest. Dave was an exhibitionist; he reached for Lucy and was determined to put on a good show.

Dave had Lucy lie back on the chaise, and then penetrated her quim with his cock. Naomi had recovered enough to mount her friend's face and get eaten away as his cum seeped from inside her. The moans of both women echoed around the complex again.

Dave pounded away at Lucy and often kissed Naomi as he fondled her upper body.

When her eyes got large, he knew she spotted one of their voyeurs. She said, "We're being watched!" There was panic in her tone.

"Do you want to stop?"

After a long and thoughtful silence as he stroked a breast, she said, "Not really."

Dave lost count of the orgasms the women had. He gave out four wet and wonderful creampies before they called it quits, went inside, and went to bed.

The first song after the twenty-minute intermission was the song Dave wrote calledMy Brother's Wife. He was pleased with the reception the Seattle audience gave the song. He even noted one sign in the audience that read, 'Shelby loves you'. He wondered about THAT but kept singing.

Over the previous two days, he and the band had worked on another song Dave had written that had been inspired by his riding through the Rocky Mountains from New Mexico to Montana and Idaho. He named the songMountain Roads, and the audience really liked that one, too.

He sangInvisible Cowboy andWater's Edge next, and then shifted gears. He spoke into the microphone, "When I was visiting the Grand Tetons a month ago, I confess to falling in love and not only with the mountains. Some say I fall in love too easily, but the results from my point of view are pretty awesome. My love brought two new women into my life and I'd like them to come and join me on stage: Lucy and Naomi!"

He held his hand out to the VIP pit where the two girls wore shocked expressions on their faces. A security guy soon who'd been primed nudged them towards some stairs at the side of the stage. They came up and joined Dave. He put an arm around each of them. He then sangPerhaps Love andMy Sweet Lady to the two of them, even planting a kiss on each of them as the audience cheered. The kisses showed up on the huge television screens on either side of the stage.

Dave sang a couple more love songs to the two women and then gave them places of honor at the side of the stage where they were still in view by the audience. They held each other's hands and looked at Dave adoringly. Of course, the audience gave them a huge round of applause.

Dave brought everyone connected with putting on the concert up on stage for the final round of applause. He had Zoey and the five men that made up the Circle band, the Hawks and their wives -- fifteen people, Lucy and Naomi, and then the audio and TV crews, and then he got a few of the security people and a couple of usher-bouncers. Everyone waved and cheered.

The stage was flooded with many young women as the concert ended, many seeking autographs or selfies with Dave or some handsome member of the band. Dave heard the interplay about coming to the After Party from some of the males in both bands. They were invited but only if the groupie had recent and clean STD test results. Dave noted there was some selection based on good looks, as well. Duh!

Some girls looked incensed and walked away, other shrugged and walked off, but about half-a-dozen pulled a test result out of their pocket or showed a scan on their phones. As they were vetted into the rest of the evening's play, they were further onto the stage and told to mingle and stick around. There was a lot of laughter and gaiety about the concert and the evening.

Lucy asked Dave, "What should we do?"

"Come to the party, of course. Remember some of the tenets of the Circle about being non-exclusive and non-possessive. Do whatever you think you'd like to do to have fun. Personally, I recommend that you mix more with the two bands; get in the spirit of the Circle. You know you'll be able to be with me for the next week or more, so pick some other men to have fun and romance with."

Dave guessed that resonated with them, because the two young women surged into the midst of the two bands and staked out one of the guys for the start of the evening. Lucy opted to help Ricardo pack up his guitar, music, and some of the electronics. Naomi latched onto Mick Barnett, the drummer, and started helping him fold up and pack his drum set. He looked surprised but accepted her help. Both men knew them from their having been sung to earlier in the concert. The two of them quickly had a good rapport going, especially when they told their choices that they'd been vetted by Dave, liked the whole idea of the Circle, and wanted to start the evening with them back at the hotel. They were both hot, had dressed sexy, were giving off great vibes, so there was no sacrifice on either man's part.

Forty-five minutes later, most of the crowd that had ended on stage, crowded into the living room of the Presidential Suite at the Marriott -- about thirty people. Across the hallway and on adjacent sides of the suite were other suites that were reserved for the entourage. Some overflow moved there to be less crowded. All the food, drink, and party prep were in Dave's suite.

Dave kept an eye on Lucy and Naomi. He didn't want them to run off screaming into the night when some of the sexual stuff started. He had warned them, but the difference between theory and practice might take a toll. After drinks and some eats had been gobbled down, mostly by the band members, the erotic part of the evening did start. The large group broke into smaller subgroups using the adjacent rooms and suites.

Jack went around and turned off lights and dimmed those he could in Dave's suite. The door to the patio was open for ventilation. To reduce the lighting out there, which seemed to be on a hidden timer circuit, he unscrewed light bulbs. The atmosphere got intimate and romantic.

Five couples were dancing very close to some slow-beat radio music. One of those consisted of Mick and Naomi. Before one could blink, Naomi's blouse disappeared from her body. She was topless and didn't seem to care that everyone watched her. She stripped Mick's shirt off, adding it to their pile in a corner by a credenza. They set a trend.

As other nudity started to appear, Mick and Naomi took things to the next level and got completely naked. They moved back into each other's arms dancing and grinding together, but kissing like Armageddon was near and they were star-crossed lovers. His hard-on was tucked between her legs as they danced and made out. She loved how he pawed at her breasts and then sucked on them.

Mick led Naomi to a large overstuffed chair and had her sit. He was instantly between her legs eating her sweet pussy as she draped her legs over his shoulders. Dave saw her eyes roll up into her head and knew she was off to a good start for the night. Mick had a reputation in the band as the best pussy eater.

He spied Lucy with Jaxon, the sax player in Zoey and the Circle. They were naked and lying side-by-side on one of the sofas French kissing. Both their hands were busy in their groin areas. The contrast of her very white skin with his Caribbean blackness added a very risqué feature to their union. They both looked very happy.

Further over, he could also see Zoey with Floyd, his band's keyboardist. René, Floyd's wife, had just started fucking Alan Lauer, a Circle member, on a fake fur rug in front of the faux fireplace in the room.

Beyond them, he could see three couples on the balcony, naked and in various positions to fuck in the immediate future. Things had progressed rapidly. He wondered if his voyeurs from earlier in the week might be watching the floor show.

Dave got tapped on the shoulder. He turned and at first saw no one. When he looked down, he saw a tiny girl smiling up at him. She was over a whole head shorter than Dave.

"Hi. I'm Beth. I loved your concert and I'd like to make love with you. Are you free, because I am? I got vetted, too. I loved your concert, love the Circle, and I'm quite sure I love you."

Dave smiled and laughed. "Beth you have entirely too many clothes on, and ... pardon me for asking, but are you of legal age?"

Beth laughed, "You won't believe me when I tell you. I'm twenty-nine."

Dave laughed, "You're right I don't believe you." The small girl looking up at him adoringly looked about twelve or thirteen years old, except for a well-developed chest.

Beth pulled a wallet from her back pocket of her tiny jean shorts, opened it, and thrust a State of Washington driver's license in front of him: Beth Williams, height four-foot-eight, weight eight-five pounds, eyes blue, hair blonde, and born twenty-nine years ago last April. The state seal was one of the holographic images that was used to frustrate easy attempts at forged IDs.

Dave passed the license back. "As I said, you have entirely too many clothes on." He laughed.

Beth grinned and held her arms up the way a little kid would to get one of her parents to start to undress her. Dave lifted the t-shirt for his concert from her body; he noted it was an extra-small adult size, and it looked large on Beth except for her chest. He then bent down to loosen the belt around her small waist. He'd noticed she wasn't wearing a bra before removing her shirt. Verifying that her boobs were more appropriate for an adult, he relaxed further.

Beth started on his western shirt and his silver belt buckle on his fancy 'concert' jeans. She laughed, "You have more layers."

He teased, "I thought you might have wanted to play strip poker and I didn't want to lose."

"If you lose, I'll make sure you're a winner. You're already a winner in my book."

"I think I am because you're here. You should know that I have someone about your size at home. I happen to especially love small women -- spinners!" While the rest of her body looked like she was thirteen, her breasts were pure twenty-nine. Dave bent down and sucked on each luscious nipple for thirty seconds. They hardened right up into rigid and aroused thimbles of dark flesh, and made her groan as she cuddled into him.

Beth mumbled to him, "I know your spinner at home; her name is Nikky, right?"

"Right. I guess I have no secrets."

"I'm slightly smaller than she is. I figured out long ago that you like spinners. Many of the women you've bedded and love are my size or only slightly bigger. I hope you put me up on your big cock and spin me around. Nikky sure loves it. I bet for sure she's feeling deprived since you've been away so long."

Dave's brow furrowed. Something was going on he didn't understand.

Beth's tiny jean shorts departed her body for the pile of clothes they were making. Dave's boots and then the rest of his attire joined them. The last in the pile was a very tiny thong with the most delicious aroma in the gusset as Dave inhaled their essence.

"Come and eat me," Beth said. "I'm very orgasmic ... just like Nikky is. When you make love to me, I'll probably cum a dozen or more times. I'll try not to be as noisy as she is."

Dave frowned slightly, "You're making me very suspicious. How do you know so much about Nikky?"

Beth laughed with spirit, "Why I'm psychic. I know all there is to know about you -- maybe more than you'd like." She was teasing something fierce, and obviously relaxed in her nudity.

"Come on, spill it."

"Oh, all right. I'm Nikky's first cousin."

"Really? How's that?" Dave pulled away and studied Beth. She did kind of look like Nikky.

"Our mothers are sisters. Nikky's mom is my Aunt Jessica -- and I know that she is also one of your lovers. My mother, who's home about twenty miles from here, is Nikky's Aunt Monica. Nikky is a Thomas; my dad is David Williams -- the same first name as you. Maybe I have a father complex and really want a sexual relationship with him." She paused, held up a finger, and said, "WAIT! I DO have a sexual relationship with him. I guess I just want to make love over and over again with Nikky's husband." She giggled.

"Do you two talk?"

"We do, more frequently these days than in the past. We lost touch when my folks came out here when I was an early teen. My dad got a job at Boeing. Nikky and I started communicating again about three years ago, slowly at first and more intensely recently, and then you got famous for your singing career. I know all about the Circle and am totally aligned and simpatico with everything about it. I also knew to show up to see you with some new test results in my back pocket. I was so pleased when one of band members picked me to come to the party. I would have figured out a way to be here in any case."

"Does Nikky know you're here?"

Beth laughed, "It was her idea. She promised that you'd love me."

"Oh, I think that's going to be an easy thing to do." Dave wrapped her small naked body with his own for kisses and hugs.

Beth's small body barely registered atop Dave's as they got into a sixty-nine on his bed. He loved the unique musky taste of her feminine juices as she opened her legs and lowered herself onto his mouth. From beneath her, he told her, "You do taste divine."

Beth was no stranger to a man's cock, and worked over his cockhead and then the shaft and his balls. To reach his balls, she was so short she had to pull away from his mouth, not something she wanted to do.

Beth worked on getting the shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth. Dave admonished her, "I promise I'll love you just as much. Don't hurt yourself. You're small and I'm large in that department."

Beth looked back at him, "I want to try. You're a challenge."

The challenge became a driving force. Beth worked past her gag reflex and got more and more of him inside her, until, to his surprise, he felt her nose push against his groin. She'd entirely consumed his cock. She pulled off and gasped. "I did it!" She looked very proud.

Dave flipped her body around and kissed her passionately. "You did. Now, we have some more serious sexual business to conduct."

Beth had already cum once on Dave's mouth. Penetration yielded another climax, and then the train started rolling. As Beth rode his body and his cock, she crested in orgasm every few minutes. When she did, her vagina would pulse and shudder around his cock, milking the beast and doing all it could to urge the potent semen from inside him. Beth also would squeak in a high-pitched tone as her climax would hit.

"Do you like my little coin slot pussy?"

"It's kind of full of my cock right now, but yes, I love it. You're very tight."

"I still want you to give me The Experience. I'm psyched up for it, in fact."

Dave said, "I'm afraid I'd hurt you."

"I doubt it. Remember women my age push babies out their cunts, and they're much larger than your hand. I'll expand. I can easily get my own hand inside me when I masturbate -- I do that a lot."

Dave extracted his cock and went back to eating Beth's little 'coin slot pussy', except by then, since they'd been fucking for a while, she was more open and her pink showed. Her labia were swollen in arousal.

He indeed was surprised at the flexibility of her genital area. Before long four fingers easily exercised in her play area as she crested again and again. His thumb tucked into his palm and he pushed. Suddenly, his hand pulsed inside her, and she had another orgasm and flooded the area with aromatic lubricating juices.

Beth's A-spot was easy to find given how she responded to touch. When she convulsed as his fingertips stroked in the right area, he knew he was there. Five minutes later Beth's entire body started to crest. Every cell, her entire inner core, and her heavenly soul went into a catatonic state as the most powerful orgasm of her life smashed into her mind, body, and spirit like an atomic detonation.

Dave was cuddling Beth in the hotel chair when she awoke a few minutes later. He kissed her. Before she could speak, he kissed her. "I love you."

"Oh, Dave, I love YOU. I want you in my live forever. I've never felt such resonance with any person in my life. I know we think alike, but now our inner-most souls have kissed. We are together for the rest of time. Come and make love to me some more." She spread her legs and pointed at her gaping hole. She grinned, "Get back into my coin slot, only this time with your cock. I want you to cum in me, too; I'm on birth control."

Dave joined her in a spoon position on a luxurious throw rug. A brief attempt at the missionary position didn't work because of their difference in heights. The spoon was perfect. They could kiss as his body wrapped around hers from the back, and as his engorged cock pistoned into her body. They made love. Beth proved without a doubt that she was as orgasmic as his wife, Nikky.

Later, Dave urged Beth to play with others and then come back to spend the night in his bed and love some more. He saw her engage with Glenn Sullivan, the bass player in his band. Glenn's hot wife Peggy found Dave about the same time.

Dave checked on Lucy and Naomi, feeling some responsibility for their well-being. Lucy was with Randy -- one of the guitar players in the band; Naomi was with Ben, a truly nice guy and long-term boyfriend of Amy Stulling -- the secretary of the computer science department at the university in Sarasota. The two were Circle members. Ben had been a computer jock until he also got swept up in music as a member of the Zoey and the Circle band.

Peggy didn't waste any time getting sexual with Dave. They did the requisite fifteen or so minutes of oral sex, at her request he gave her The Experience, and then they made love.

Dave thought about how he'd just done the same thing with Beth, yet the two experiences were completely different. The sensations, touches, smells, bodies, reflexes, reactions, tastes, and visuals, had all been different.

Peggy was a master at dirty talk. She'd described in explicit terms what she wanted to have happen, what was happening, and what she'd remember about what happened in crude, guttural, seductive, street language that was arousing and sexual. Her descriptions were vivid and sometimes humorous. She drew on the environment in the room and in the entire suite, calling attention to the lewd sexual acts of the others at the After Party. She especially called attention to how her husband had started to fuck little Beth, how his cock no doubt felt in the small girl's velvet vagina, and how stimulated her breasts would be from his sucking and biting and pulling on the tits.

When she called for it, citing her own pending climax, Dave blasted a load of cum into her body that left her nether region swimming in his white sticky goo. He already knew he wasn't the first to deposit in that bank that day, and he was sure he wouldn't be the last. After some cuddling and kissing, they parted ways for other pastures. This was not their first coupling and as affectionate as Peggy was, he doubted it would be their last.

As Dave had been fucking Peggy, he caught himself being watched by Glenn, her husband, as they fucked up a storm and he finished inside Peggy. They broke apart and Peggy went off to the bathroom holding a hand over her pussy. Dave worried that despite appearances and the willingness of everyone in the band to play together in a sexual way, that Glenn might harbor other feelings of possessiveness.

Glenn was shocked at Dave's thoughtfulness when Dave went over and talked to him. After Dave expressed concern, Glenn said, "You know everyone in the band has fucked Peggy multiple times, yet you're the only guy that worried about my feelings about it. Thank you. You're special. I assure you that I am fine about her behavior -- our behavior.