“Are you rested up now, Marie? Can we start up again? Marie? I’m still hard and I’m still horny. I need to get my rocks off too! Marie! Are you rested up enough? Come on, Marie. I’m talking to you. You need to talk to me too. Marie! Marie? Marie! Marie! Marie! Marie!” Marie had crossed her arms across her chest and turned toward the wall away from Ken. He was poking her in the shoulder, calling her name, childishly trying to get her attention.

“STOP!” Marie turned and shouted at Ken, “If you want to fuck me more, it will be on my terms! I’m on top! I will control how fast, how hard, how deep your cock thrusts into me! Those are my terms for you to fuck me. Don’t look at me like that! Okay? Don’t! If you want to pound my pussy the way you just did even more, then you can wait another hour, or two, for me to recover and rest up for that! Or maybe even three hours. Will your cock still be hard three hours from now? Will you still be horny three hours from now? And I saved your life too! You overdosed! You were unconscious and barely breathing. I roused you to consciousness again. I saved your life! You need to treat me and my pussy with a bit more respect! And another thing —”

“All right! All right! All right! You’re on top.” Ken yielded with a sigh of defeat, as if there was some sort of contest going on between them.

“Good! And why are you so grumpy about it, Kenny? You know you’ll enjoy yourself. You always have before. You know I’ll make sure your orgasms are good and strong. And you know that it is a matter of womanly pride for me. I am one of those women who greatly enjoy and take great pride in making a man as excited as you are, in making his cock as hard as yours is, and giving a man as long, as strong, and as ball draining an orgasm as you want to have. You know that about me. So trust me, you will enjoy sex with me on top this go-around.

“Okay then. Let’s get started! We’re going to have a little bit of fun first. We’re going to kiss a bit.” Marie pushed Ken onto his back and mounted him. She sat astride his waist with his cock against, but not in, her pussy. She plunged her tongue into Ken’s mouth and ground her clit against his cock. I could tell from her grunts and pelvic thrusts that Marie was really enjoying herself. After several minutes of that, Marie came up for air. “Actually, we’re going to kiss a lot first! Hee hee hee hee hee hee!” When her giggles finished, Marie attacked Ken’s mouth again, with her tongue leading the way. She ground her clit against Ken’s cock even faster and harder than before.

Ken kissed Marie right back with just as much fervor, urgency, and even passion, as she was kissing him. He ran his hands along her back down to her hips. Gripping them, he helped Marie grind herself against his cock. He ran his hands up along her sides to her breasts. Ken spent time on them. Alternating between first gently caressing and then roughly squeezing them, first sweetly persuading her nipples to show themselves fully erect and then, once erect, pulling, twisting, pinching them until Marie’s squeals were long enough, loud enough, and shrill enough to let everyone know what Ken’s hands and fingers were doing to her breasts and nipples. Ken moved his hands to Marie, neck, head, and face. He played with her hair, running his hands through it. He rubbed her neck, caressing the nape, massaging up and down between her shoulders and her hairline. He carefully cradled Marie’s face in his hands like a precious work of art, to bring her mouth close to his for a long, deep kiss. Marie reciprocated those face caresses. It was a memorable sight for me, the two of them deep kissing, cherishing each other’s faces, each trying to tongue the other more deeply, and Marie rubbing herself against Ken, fast, hard, and excitedly. And the both of them sweaty again, sweat beads reflecting the lamplight like bright stars.

I don’t know how long they kissed like that. I lost track of time from just watching. But after some time, Ken lifted Marie up by her hips with both his hands, worked his cock to the opening of her pussy, and then let Marie’s body collapse on him, his cock impaling her, all without missing a beat with their kissing. They both let out long, throaty moans as they each felt the warmth, hardness, and stretching open of Marie’s pussy by the thrust of Ken’s cock, and the warmth, wetness, and envelopment of Marie’s pussy around Ken’s cock.

The two of them really went at it. They were utterly oblivious of me. Their sex show had gained greater interest from me, and I soon became very interested. I had never been fucked the way I was seeing Marie be fucked. I felt myself becoming envious. I wanted to feel what she was feeling. I wanted to physically feel hands all over my body. I wanted to physically feel a hot, hard, good-sized cock deep in my pussy and stretching out my pussy muscles. I wanted to physically feel a mouth against mine, a pair of lips against mine, a tongue sparring with mine. I wanted to emotionally feel the deep connection of souls that comes when two people can shut out the rest of the world, and feel safe enough with each other, feel free enough with each other, to let down their defenses and allow unfettered, unbridled passion to flood out of one and into the other.

To get a better idea of that, I crept up to their bed and watched them fuck from up close. I settled on my knees at the foot of the bed. I leaned forward so that I was only a couple of feet (less than a meter) from the action of Ken’s cock pushing into and pulling out of Marie’s pussy. It was fascinating! I gazed intently at the cock and pussy. I listened closely to the groans. I was mesmerized by the coordination of the thrusts and groans. I have seen this exact same viewpoint in porn movies. I had never been turned on by it, and I had never understood why men so much enjoyed seeing this. But I was turned on then! I was turned on from watching this! I was very turned on! I am still not sure why men get so turned on by that, but I do know why I was turned on so much. I was so turned on because I cared about Marie. I cared about seeing her pussy being fucked by cock. I cared about hearing her groans and moans and squeals and yips. My arousal intensified. My nipples tingled as they became erect and pressed against my bra. My clit and my entire region down there let me know that it had woken up and wanted attention. I felt my pussy moisten as I imagined myself in Marie’s place being well-filled with and well-fucked by warm, hard cock.

“Aaaahhhhhh, aaaahhhhhh, aaaahhhhhh, aaaahhhhhh, aaaahhhhhh, aaaahhhhhh!” Marie’s groans were suddenly louder. I looked towards their faces. They were no longer kissing. Ken was sucking at Marie’s breasts like a starving infant. Marie looked like she was well on her way to another orgasm. Her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open. She was breathing hard. Each exhale was a groan that sang to me. I wanted to groan like that. I wanted to be made to groan like that due to the pleasure I was feeling. Marie’s breathing quickened, her groans quickened, rose in pitch, and took on a character of exigent need that made my own heart beats speed up. I was compelled to gaze again at the action of pussy and cock to see what was happening to make Marie groan and moan the way she was. Frankly, stare or gawk would be better words than gaze. I was that absorbed by their lovemaking.

Marie had gotten much wetter. Her pussy juice was making streaks on Ken’s cock. With each out-stroke, the streaks on Ken’s cock changed. They moved to the left or right on his cock and became broader or narrower. With each in-stroke, the pussy juice on Ken’s cock was pushed to its base. A ring of pussy juice had encircled the base of Ken’s cock and was growing larger, thicker, foamier. Some was dripping down off his cock onto his balls. I could tell that if this kept up, if Marie stayed this wet, or got even wetter, her pussy juice would run off of Ken’s balls and onto the bed. I so wanted to see that! The idea that a woman could and would get so aroused, get so excited, get so wet, that her pussy juice would run down a man’s cock and balls, onto the bed, and make a puddle, made me wet, made me crave cock, made me ache with a hunger for sexual release. I wanted to see that happen with Marie and Ken! I wanted to see Marie’s pussy juice run down Ken’s cock onto the bed and start a puddle. I wanted to see that puddle grow, and grow big, as it happened. I wanted to see, see and hear in real-time, Marie get so excited and so wet that her pussy juice would make a big puddle on the bed! Their fucking was making me hot, very hot, very hot and very horny.

A glance back to their faces showed that they were back to deep tongue kissing.