John takes his time

An interesting fact, you can feel a girl’s pulse if you stick your finger up her ass. I did not know that. I mention this because as I bounced up the steps to the shower with Betty slung over my shoulder with my finger jammed up her ass for stability, I noticed her pulse getting faster. The little minx was awake and playing possum. Things were getting interesting again.

The communal shower room was about eight by fifteen with a half-dozen shower heads. It could feel cramped when you had just about every guy in the house trying to get ready for a Friday night date, especially if one of those guys was me. But, it was plenty spacious with just me and Betty alone in it. Pretending not to notice she was once again awake and aware I laid her out on the wooden slate bench that ran down the middle of the room. She was on her back with her legs dangling over the side. Her well fucked cunt was on display, showing off the hefty load I’d filled her with.

Turning my back on her I began to lather up my body with a good thick coating of suds, all the while wondering what she was going to do. If she just snuck out behind my back I’d be disappointed, but I’d let her go. I didn’t think she would. She’d seemed pretty determined to get me to go with her. What would she offer me. A blow job, or maybe access to that sweet ass?

I wasn’t expecting her to jump on my back and try to strangle me with a rolled up soaking wet towel.

I was so surprised that I didn’t even think of staggering or making any effort to appear affected by her attack. Maybe if she’d used a chunk of rope I might have felt enough pressure to indicate, but as it was I just stood there slightly befuddled as I tried to figure out what she hoped to accomplish.

“Die! Die! Die!” Betty screamed in my ear. Honestly her shrill **** threat was more uncomfortable than the sopping wet towel she was trying to strangle me with. I actually flinched slightly and tried to move my head so my ear wasn’t so close to her mouth.

I decided the only way I could preserve my dignity was to pretty much ignore her. I went back to washing my body as she shifted around on my back, digging her heels into my hips in an effort to get more leverage as she leaned back. I found myself a bit afraid she’d slip and crack her head open on the floor, but felt it would be unkind to say that when she was trying so hard to do me in. Plus, while the situation was a bit funny, it was also proving to be a hell of a turn on. I’d never had a girl try to kill me before so I had no idea if this was an old kink I had never experienced, or something new.

“Why won’t you die?” She complained breathlessly after a couple of minutes.

Because you’re a wimp did not seem like a smart thing to say when she was so pissed so I settled for, “I can’t do that. I still haven’t fucked your ass.”

The tension, what there was of it, around my neck went slack for a moment, and then Betty said in a voice that contained elements of horror and maybe anticipation, but that might just have been me. “No way! It would never fit! I mean, no way! I’ll never let you do it.”

I chuckled, “Do you really think you have a say in the matter, little girl.”

“I’m the one in charge here, John!” She snapped, trying to pull the towel tighter.

“If you say so,” I told her as I turned around and leaned back against the tile wall, squashing her flat.

Betty let out a little squeak as she battered against my shoulders and head with her small fists, while I rubbed myself up and down enjoying the feel of her water slick skin rubbing against my back. “Here, make yourself useful,” I told her, handing a bar of soap back over my shoulder toward her.

She did take it, but only so she could bash me over the head with it before throwing it across the shower room.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Betty. I was planning on using that bar to soap up your ass so my cock would slide in easier. I guess we’re going to have to find something else for lubrication. Your spit might do the trick.”

“Never,” Betty wheezed.

“Or I could just go in dry. It's your choice.” While I was amused at the situation, I wasn’t joking. I was going to fuck her pert little ass, how much it hurt was up to her.”

“Are you really going to try and fit that monster up my ass,” Betty asked in a cowed voice. “You know it won’t fit, John.”

“Want to bet?” I challenged her as I pressed back a bit harder. “Want to take the chance?”