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But after a few minutes, that thought from before intruded again. Ken snorted a lot of fentanyl and overdosed. That ice cube enema roused him, but for how long? Could it really counteract all that fentanyl? Ken was going strong. He was seriously fucking the living daylights out of Marie. I decided that I was wrong. Ken didn’t do too much fentanyl, or those ice cubes worked very, very well, or some of both. I only had one word that could sum up what I was seeing; WOW! I closed my eyes and just chilled out grooving on the sounds.
I was feeling very chill, very relaxed, very serene even. I found the whole situation very calming. I had not felt this calm and relaxed in a long time. Hearing the sounds of honest, sincere, genuine lovemaking was incredibly soothing to me. That is something I cherish in my relationships. The sounds of Marie and Ken were not only soothing and relaxing in a physical sense, but also in an emotional and spiritual sense. It felt like the stresses in my life at the time had gone away, far away. I felt a sense of complete freedom. It was limited to that night and it was limited to that motel room, but I felt it. Or maybe it was the marijuana? I don’t think so. I didn’t get this type of feeling in other highs. This high was special.
"Ooooh! ... Ooooh! ... Ooooh! ... Ooooh! ... Ooooh! ... Ooooh! Oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, oho, oho!" I was suddenly and brutally jerked out of my chill groove by a long series of loud, high-pitched, almost yipping-like sounds. I couldn’t understand what it was because I had never heard anything like it before. I wondered if someone was being attacked outside the motel. I sat right up, looked around to get my bearings and to see what was going on. I saw what was going on. It was Marie!
Ken’s fucking of Marie, alternating hard and fast thrusts with slower deep thrusts had brought her close to orgasm. She was getting herself over the hump by rubbing her clit with her right hand. She was still using her left hand to grip the bed sheet as leverage against Ken’s thrusts into her. She was rubbing herself fast and hard. It seemed like Marie was going to orgasm very soon. Ken reacted to Marie’s moans and yips with his own commentary. He was trying to hasten her orgasm.
"Are you cumming, Marie? Are you cumming? You sound like you’re cumming! Tell me you’re cumming! Tell me, babe! Tell me there’s a motherfucker of a cum in you that about to explode out! Tell me, babe! And that’s the way to tell me. Groan, babe! Moan, babe! Groan loud, babe! Let me know! Let me know you’re cumming! Let me know you’re cumming! Moan loud, baby, moan loud! Let everybody know you’re cumming, let everybody know! That’s right, babe, that’s right! Moan loud! Let everybody know what my cock is doing to you! Let everybody know! Groan some more babe! Let ‘em know! Let ‘em know my cock is making you cum! Let ‘em know, Marie, let ‘em know!"
Ken was now thrusting into Marie’s pussy hard and fast all the time. There was no more alternating with slower, deep thrusts. All his thrusts were hard, fast, and deep! And Marie was feeling it! She was very close to her orgasm, too close even. She was too close to orgasming to keep control, and she soon lost control. She lost leverage with her left hand. Her knees collapsed. Ken’s next few thrusts sent Marie forward, pushing her body down, fully prone, into the bed. Ken fell on top of her. His cock didn’t leave her pussy, and he kept thrusting into her!
With that loss of control, Marie stopped making those high-pitched yipping-like sounds. I could see her lying under Ken, not breathing, not moving, not anything. She was tensed up. All her muscles, from her feet to her legs and hips, to her back and torso, to her arms and hands, were tensed and taut like muscles are when a person is having a seizure. I worried if Marie was okay. Then she let it out. Marie was able to take a breath and let it out. The orgasm, that had built up in her and that Ken had told her to let out so everyone could know what his cock was doing to her, came out. It was a loud, long, and, again, high-pitched moan.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Marie inhaled again and let out another moan. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And another one, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Another breath, and another moan. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And again, and again and again. With each inhalation, Marie exhaled a loud high-pitched moan. In addition to breathing again, she started moving again. Except she was not moving normally, as if under some sort of control. Marie’s movements were jerky and haphazard. Her entire body, arms, back, hips, legs, and feet were doing these random, jerky movements. She looked like she was having convulsions. And I think she was. I think that was the way she has orgasms, or at least the way she has strong orgasms. Marie was indeed letting everyone know what Ken and his cock had done to her. And Ken kept on thrusting. Thrusting that prolonged Marie’s orgasm in that it subsided more slowly.
When her orgasm was over, when she was done with all the moaning and convulsing, when she recovered enough to breathe normally again, Marie tried to tell Ken to stop thrusting. But his response was "Hold on, baby, hold on. I’m getting there. I’m getting there. I just need a bit more. I just need to thrust a bit more. I just need a little more of your pussy, just a little more. So hold on a bit more, okay? Just hold on a bit more, Marie. Just hold on. I’m getting there soon. Just hold on. Just hold on. Just hold on. " I wondered if I needed to rescue Marie. But she managed to crawl towards the headboard of the bed enough that Ken no longer had enough room to fuck. Ken is taller than Marie so he needs more space. She was able to talk now.
"Ken, Stop! I need to rest! I need to get some strength back. You carried on about fucking the living shit out of me and you did. Getting fucked the way you just fucked me takes a lot out of a woman. Give me a few minutes, please!"
"All right." Ken grudgingly acquiesced. "We’ll take a break."
So Ken and Marie took a breaking from fucking - serious, passionate fucking. I finally got a good look at Marie’s face. She was flushed. I thought I saw tears, but I soon realized I was seeing beads of sweat. Sweat had run down from Marie’s hairline into her eyes and down her cheeks. There were more sweat beads on her neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. She had sweat so much that I could see the outline of her torso where the bedsheets had become moist. That pussy pounding that Ken gave her was some workout! The heavy breathing and the glistening sweat on her breasts made Marie look very sexy. I started to understand why Ken was so urgent in his fucking of Marie.
I finally got a good look at Ken too. He was all sweaty as well, but it was his cock that drew my focus and attention. When Ken was naked in the shower getting ice cubes up his ass, I got no impression of the size of his erect cock. I now had an unobstructed and lengthy view of his entire cock in its fully erect state. And that view confirmed that Ken’s cock is bigger than average. His cock would fill a woman’s pussy quite nicely. If that woman liked his personality then she could have a marvelous time with Ken. I now understood why Marie had as strong an orgasm as she did. She did indeed have the shit fucked out of her and she enjoyed it immensely.
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