Sleepy Princess 4
“What…?!”
She was awake?
No. That couldn’t be.
If my wife had been conscious, there was no way she would have just lain there limp like that. She was demure and even-tempered by nature, but she was not the kind of woman who would stay still while being raped. She was a woman of real backbone—she would have screamed, thrashed, fought with everything she had.
Which left only one possibility.
The violent scrape of that curved cock against her inner walls had shoved aside the symptoms of the narcolepsy she suffered from.
Oh… ohhh… ohhhk…? Oh…? Oht…? Ohk…?
My wife began to pour out broken, stuttering moans as if she couldn’t comprehend what was happening to her, her limbs trembling violently. Arms and legs that had simply hung limp started to jerk and thrash; her soft, yielding belly went rigid in an instant, arching as if it might snap.
An irregular seizure that called zombies to mind. The darkness of the background only made the grotesqueness hit harder.
Crack!
A hard sound rang out, like bone breaking. Her thrashing limbs froze mid-motion as if someone had hit pause, locking rigid. Her waist, bent to its absolute limit, began to quiver faintly—then, without any warning at all, she gushed.
Fwoooosh!!!!
Eek, kiiiiiieeeek!!!!
My wife clenched her teeth and let out a bizarre scream, her muscles seizing and contracting as if she’d been electrocuted. The squirt that erupted from where they were joined sprayed like a hot spring bursting open, coming so close for a moment that it nearly hit the camera lens.
I stared, stunned, at that wretched, vulgar spectacle.
“Th-that can’t…”
She could do that from a single thrust?
The lack of reality made me blink hard, but the footage on the screen refused to vanish. The man who had been filming my wife squirting like a fountain as she climaxed now began to snap his hips, chasing his own pleasure.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Hwohk?! Ah, ghk…! Eek, eeeek…! Ohk…???!!!
My wife howled like a beast. Because of the low table, her arms and legs scraped wildly across the soft pastel floor; her breasts, heavy with maternal softness, bounced and heaved violently. Her straight, sweat-soaked belly was clenched so hard it looked sunken, hollowed out—proof of just how alien the pleasure and stimulation she was feeling truly were.
[Huff! Huff! Huff!]
The speakers spat the man’s rough breathing, so thick with moisture you could almost feel the humidity. The violently shaking footage was dizzying, yet the raw sense of holding a woman was overwhelming. Even in the chaotic blur, the fluorescent color of the condom stood out with unnatural clarity. Every time the sheathed cock plunged deep into my wife’s pussy and vanished, its surface gleamed with sticky love juices and sweat.
Ah, aaah…! Ghk, hnnn…! Ohhhk…??!!
Fwoosh! Fwet! Fwet!
Being pounded by a man whose name she didn’t even know, my wife let out wringing, strangled cries and occasionally squirted. Small climaxes seemed to lash her like waves. Each time she came, her limp arms and legs that had been scraping the floor twitched and convulsed as if she were thrashing for her life—it looked utterly pathetic. Her fingers, hanging toward the ceiling, twisted and writhed grotesquely one by one; both legs splayed wide as if trying to escape the cock driving into her.
“Haa!!! Haa!!! Haa!!!”
I sucked in air and sucked in more, but it still wasn’t enough. I was jerking off while staring through the screen, shaking my cock so hard I was dizzy. Sweat poured off my whole body like rain; precum and semen spurted into the air, and still I couldn’t stop my hand.
Ohhk…! Ohk…! Hi, augh…!
My wife no longer had the strength to scream; she poured out low, labored moans like a dying flame. At the edge of the madly shaking footage I could see her head thrown back. Above her gaping jaw, a red tongue had crawled out and was lolling in the air—only the tip was visible on screen, her face still hidden, and the frustration of it drove me wild.
“Ah, aaaah…! Ah…!!!”
The fact that she was panting with her tongue out, feeling it that hard, flooded me with despair and excitement at once. My wife twisted her limbs and thrashed desperately, unable to take the endless climaxes, but the beast’s cock kept plunging in, mercilessly forcing pleasure into her.
[Huff! Huff! Whoa! Fucking delicious. For a married woman, this pussy is insane. I’m gonna make this bitch unable to live without my cock. Filthy slut. Hoo! Hoo!]
The beast between her legs snapped his hips even harder, as if trying to reshape her cunt to fit him—deeper, stronger. The wet slap of flesh on flesh grew louder; the lewd, squelching sounds from where they joined turned even richer and wetter.
Ghk, ghhh…! Khh…!
My wife trembled violently, every limb tensed so hard the veins stood out in her neck. She clenched so fiercely that her lower belly didn’t just hollow—it rippled like waves. She held on with every last scrap of strength until she couldn’t anymore, then climaxed. She would gush hard, wringing herself dry, then tense up again and endure—the same desperate cycle, over and over. Like someone drowning in a hell of orgasms, she flailed until, at some point, her limbs went slack as a puppet with its strings cut.
Hnn, uhh…
A thin, deflating moan, and thick languor rose from the way she lay sprawled across the table. Yet the pussy still being pounded writhed like a separate creature, clamping down and refusing to let the cock go. Then, as if belatedly noticing the state of her body, the pink inner flesh visible between her folds began to quiver like it was vibrating. The slick, pink flesh, soaked in juices and sweat, parted as if opening its mouth on its own—and without warning, she squirted again.
Shaaaaah!!!
It poured out like a faucet left running. Not a sudden hot-spring burst this time, but more like she was vomiting—as if her body no longer had the strength to hold any moisture inside. Love juices spilled onto the floor and pooled there.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The cock slammed into her, churning through a cunt loosened by climax. Her pussy looked as if it were trying to open wider, to take even a little less of the stimulation. Between the quivering, parting folds I could see the cock swelling as it machine-gunned into her.
The prelude to ejaculation.
“Ah, aaaah…! Ah…!”
He was wearing a condom, so there was no risk of pregnancy. Even so, the depraved sight of another man’s cock using my wife’s body to dump his lust made me cry out. My own cock shuddered and spilled clear fluid as if it had nothing left to give, yet I still couldn’t stop stroking.
Uhh, hnnn… aohk…? Ughk…? Ghk, ohhk…? Ohk?
My wife let out broken, radio-static moans and simply rocked to his rhythm. She lay limp and powerless like a cum-dump that existed only to take a man’s lust, waiting for the end that was coming. Her pussy trembled as if it had no more juices left to spill. The beast, oblivious to that desperate female surrender, pulled his hips all the way back and then slammed his curved cock in with every ounce of strength he had.
Thwaaaack!!!!
Scriiiitch!!!!
The sound of flesh slamming into flesh blasted through the speakers as if it might blow them out. What was that thick, scraping scriiitch? The sound of a condom-sheathed cock raking hard along her vaginal walls? Or the noise of the children’s table scraping the floor as it refused to slide? I couldn’t tell which—but one thing was certain.
A rapturous climax that would never leave her unconscious mind had been forcibly carved into her without her even knowing it.
Oh…? Oh…? Ohk…?
My wife managed only broken, question-filled moans. Her body, already at its limit, went rigid in an instant. Tendons stood out across skin that had been gleaming with languid sweat; her limbs jerked hard enough to make a clattering sound. And just like that, she was forced over the edge again.
Hi, eeeeeeeek…!!!!
A high-pitched scream rang through the speakers. Her pussy folds, which had been gaping as if complaining that the cock was too much, clamped shut tight. As if it had been waiting for exactly that, the male cock buried deep enough to crush her womb began to pump out thick, milky semen.
Throb! Throb! Throb!
Gush…! Gush…!
The monitor filled with nothing but the place where their bodies joined. The cock was buried so deep the condom was invisible, and you could feel it pulsing as it emptied itself. Every time semen spurted, my wife’s pussy trembled finely and spilled love juices like tears. She no longer even had the strength to squirt from the endless climaxes; thin streams of fluid dripped from their joined flesh and pooled faintly on the pastel floor.
[……]
……
The speakers, which had been pouring out every kind of noise, fell silent as if it had all been a lie. The footage on the monitor held on a single frozen frame so long I almost wondered if it had stopped. But I knew better. Beneath that airtight seal of flesh, something was still endlessly sowing seed and struggling to take it in.
That forever-seeming, spine-chilling stillness finally broke.
[Hoo……]
A man’s sigh thick with satisfaction drifted from the speakers, and as if that were the cue, the image began to move again. The cock buried in my wife’s pussy slowly started to pull free; unlike when it went in, its surface was now completely soaked in sticky juices.
Oh, ohhh…??? Oh…???
Even as the curved cock withdrew, it must have been brushing sensitive places—my wife’s limbs shuddered and she poured out strange little moans. Then, with a long slide, it came all the way out.
Schluuurp…!
Nngh-ohhhhk…????!!!!
The dizzying sensation of the condom tip, heavy and swollen with semen, popping free made my wife’s hips jerk hard; she let out a short, animal cry. With a bright little pop like a cork coming free, the condom packed full of white fluid came fully into view. He carefully peeled it off so none of the cum would spill, then tossed it onto my wife’s belly.
Splat!
The wet sound of the juice-soaked condom sticking to her stomach forcibly dragged my fading consciousness back.
Haah, haa…♡ Haa…♡ Haa…♡
My wife’s heated, dazed moans rippled softly. The camera licked over the female body sprawled across the table, drenched in sweat. Every time she gasped for breath her breasts swelled as if they might burst and then sank again; sweat beaded on them like fruit, and her nipples stood so stiff they were trembling. Because of the low table her limbs lay scraped and sprawled on the floor, occasionally twitching from the aftershocks of climax. In the thick darkness her sweat-soaked, voluptuous body seemed almost to glow on its own.
Trickle…
Her belly gleamed, thoroughly wet, rising and falling hard with every breath. Each time that straight stomach undulated, thick semen leaked from inside the fluorescent condom and pooled in her cute little navel. I could almost smell the fishy night-flower scent of cum and feel the lewd heat of a female body still burning from orgasm, as if they were right here in the room with me.
The camera slid lower, drawn down from that steamy, obscene body.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
My wife’s pussy filled the entire screen. The folds, working open and closed as if breathing, were soaked in sweat and juices and trembling finely. The cunt that had been writhing like it was in spasm occasionally gushed love juices as if vomiting up the leftover scraps of climax.
[Worth the risk of fucking it, wasn’t it? Even among all the bitches I’ve had, this one was so good it’s hard to rank. Fucking delicious.]
He spoke in a gentle voice, as if soothing a child, but the words themselves were anything but kind. The camera jerked up from her pussy and then framed her whole body from above. Her face was still hidden, but the tongue that had crawled out of her mouth and was quivering in the air was perfectly clear. He walked toward her face, waving his hand as if to say this was the end of the video.
“W-wait…!”
I knew my plea would never reach him, but I still had to shout. Because right before the footage cut, a stifled moan leaked out like a lingering regret—as if he had just shoved his cock into her mouth.
The screen went dark with a soft click.
“……”
I stared blankly at the empty monitor. The room was such a disaster that the word “wreck” barely covered it, and I didn’t even have the strength left to clean it up. Like a taut string snapping, my memory ended right there.