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STUCK BY A DRUMMER
This short work in progress orginally appeared on the RIGHT STUFF message board. Here it is in free-flowing, easy to read format!!
PART THREE
My God, it hurt. Even with the condom he applied and its generous layer of lube, I was in agony with each inward thrust. (Outward didn't feel much better!!) I dug my teeth into the toilet paper roll to muffle my moans of pain. Ginger Lynn and Marilyn Chambers made this look so easy in their cheesy pornos- but then again I'd interviewed them before and they were both big assholes.
Steve didn't seem to notice. His strong fingers were pressed into my hipbones as he pumped in and out of me at dizzying speed. But when I let out a particularly intense cry and buckled at the knees, he shook out of his savage reverie and slapped me between the shoulder blades.
"Relax!! Breathe!!" he ordered.
"I can't," I choked.
He leaned over me, broad chest pressing into my back, and began speaking seductively.
"Look, babe," he purred in his dark British tones, "I can't even begin to tell you how much I'm enjoying this. You're so fucking nice and tight." He dug his teeth gently into my shoulder and continued to talk. "Relax baby. You're bloody beautiful right now, you know that? Now push on me. Push like you want to force me out. It'll make things easier."
This was a hell of a conversation for anyone in the neighboring stalls to hear. But I didn't care: this was either going to work or I was going to fail Anal 101 and get some adult diapers. He was so big. Yet, amidst the pulsing, aching pain, a burning lust was rippling through me. I was in agony, but my thighs were so wet they slid together. I HAD to take this further.
Steve's hands roamed over my tits and between my legs as I breathed deeply and pushed down, against him. The pain abated. Steve thrust once more, a sudden movement that buried him in me to the hilt. There was a last explosion of pain, and then a wild infusion of bliss. As he resumed fucking me, it got better and better. Slapping noises echoed through the dingey toilet as his hips connected loudly with my upturned ass. The impact sent incredible shock waves to my clit.
"Give it to me!!" I begged in the voice gone hoarse from groaning. "Fuck me!!"
His breathing grew more sparse and hip movements intensified. I squirmed and gasped as I fingered myself toward my own climax.
"What the fuck's going on in there?"
Pete's voice shocked us both into reality. I screamed and Steve staggered backwards, shooting his wad as he did so. It spattered like warm rain all over my back and the sides of the stall. While I was still hunched over, hauling my skirt over my ass, Steve barged past me and out of the stall, dick still hard and hanging out.
Pete barely had time to yelp in shock before the beefy drummer bodyslammed him against the cracked tile wall. I limped out of the stall and watched, mouth agape, as Steve seized Pete's white throat to hold his head steady and kissed him. Pete protested at first, but quickly became limp (although not where it counted) in Steve's grasp. Steve grabbed one of his partner's fine white hands and directed it urgently downward, to his still stiff erection. Pete groaned in satisfaction as his fingers closed over it and began moving up and down in a seductive stroking motion.
"That's it," Steve hissed, expelling his breath in slow gasps, "you interrupted my show, you're going to give me an encore."
I thought I'd better leave. I wasn't shocked or offended with what I saw- far from it. In fact, the raw sexual need evident in both their faces and actions reminded me that my own orgasm had been interrupted by Pete. However, their bodies blocked the door. Damn!! There was only one thing to do- wait. And while I did, I was going to get mine.
I backed into the stall, which still reeked of sweat and sex, lowered the toilet lid, and sat down. As I watched Pete give his bandmate a handjob and Steve squeeze and twist the singer's nipples through his filmy shirt, I slid my hand under my skirt and started rekindling the burning that had not quite disappeared. As my own excitement returned and rose, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, tuning the two men out and leaving them to their own pleasures.
"Wait."
It was Steve. I opened my eyes abruptly. They were both watching me, Steve with intense interest, Pete with what suspiciously resembled annoyance.
"What?" I could barely whisper.
Steve's fingers, which had formerly been carressing Pete's long locks, now clenched and jerked downwards, forcing the singer to his knees. Pete yelped like an injured dog and winced. He didn't even seem to notice that Steve's bobbing erection was brushing his pale cheek.
"I may be horny, but I'm also fair about things," Steve said. "And my sense of fairness tells me that my esteemed collegue here ruined the fun for you when he barged in like a jealous boyfriend."
"I was only-" Pete began. A yank on his hair shut him up.
"KC, please allow him to make it up to you." Steve approached, forcing Pete to half-crawl behind him, until they were both in the stall doorway.
"Make it up to me?"
"That's right." Steve released Pete's hair and prodded him in the rear with his boot. "Go ahead, Pete. Impress me."
Before I could protest, Steve's hand planted itself between my tits, forcing me back against the septic tank. I felt Pete's warm breath on my pussy a split second before Steve forced his face into it.
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