Pov Band

The garage was stuffy, the smell of sweat and old equipment hanging in the air. I, Kyle, was focused on my guitar, my fingers gliding over the strings as the band rehearsed our new song. Elena sat in the corner, as usual, her presence imposing even in the silence. She wore a loose blouse and a long skirt, but I knew that underneath she was wearing that tiny bikini she loved. Her giant buttocks, a true work of art of nature, were impossible to ignore.

Suddenly, the sound of the drums stopped. I looked at the drummer, who had a panicked expression. One of the skins had torn. He looked at Elena, and a mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"Elena, your giant buttocks would be perfect as a replacement!" he exclaimed, without any ceremony.

I was shocked by the suggestion, but then I realized that he might be right. Elena's generous curves could, in fact, produce a unique and powerful sound. She was **** at first, but eventually gave in to the idea, and soon we were all laughing and curious to see the result.

Elena stood up, her bimbo body swaying with each movement. She positioned herself on all fours in the center of the garage, her huge, round buttocks exposed for all to see. The drummer knelt behind her, holding the drumsticks with a glint in his eyes.

"Ready, Mommy?" he asked, using the nickname I knew she loved, even if she would never admit it.

Elena, with a sigh, nodded. "Do whatever you need, honey," she replied, her voice soft and submissive.

The drummer began to slap her buttocks with the drumsticks, the sound echoing through the garage. It was surprisingly good, a strong, pulsating rhythm that fit perfectly with the music. Elena moaned with each impact, her eyes closed, her face flushed. It was obvious that she was enjoying it, even if she tried to hide it.

I, on the other hand, was getting more and more turned on. The sight of Elena being used like a drum, her giant ass cheeks being pounded, was incredibly erotic. Without a second thought, I moved closer, my eight-inch cock already hard and throbbing inside my pants.

"Let me try too," I said, my voice husky with desire.

Elena opened her eyes, looking at me with an expression of surprise, but not disapproval. She knew what I was like, and deep down, I think she liked it.

I positioned myself next to the drummer, my dirty, oily hand gripping a drumstick. Without hesitation, I slapped one of her ass cheeks hard, the sound echoing through the garage. Elena moaned loudly, her body shaking with the impact.

"Harder, Kyle," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.

I smiled mischievously. "As you say, Mommy."

I began to spank her harder, each stroke making Elena moan and squirm. Her buttocks were turning red, but she didn't complain. On the contrary, she seemed to be loving every second of it.

The rest of the band joined in, all laughing and enjoying the situation. Elena was at the center of it all, her giant buttocks being used as a drum, her body swaying with each stroke.

In a moment of impulse, I moved closer, my hand dropping the drumstick. With one swift movement, I slapped her left buttock hard, my hand leaving a bright red mark.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, but her moan was more of pleasure than pain.

"Sorry, Mommy," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you know I can't resist that giant ass."

Elena smiled, her face flushed and sweaty. "I know, honey. Do whatever you want with me."

And I did. I kept hitting her ass, harder and harder, faster and faster. The music around me seemed to fade away, and all that existed was me, Elena, and her giant ass.

In a moment of madness, I bent down, my mouth close to her ear. "You're just a sex toy, Mommy," I whispered, my voice husky and full of desire. "A punching bag for our pleasure."

Elena moaned loudly, her body shaking with my words. "Yes, baby," she replied, her voice submissive and full of desire. "Use me however you want."

And I did. I kept hitting her, my hand leaving red marks on her ass, my penis hard and throbbing inside my pants. The garage was in chaos, the music loud and the sound of the drumsticks hitting Elena echoing all around.

But in the midst of all that madness, I knew that this was just the beginning. Elena was there, submissive and willing to do anything for me, and I intended to make the most of it.

After all, a giant ass like that couldn't be wasted.