Margaret takes it to the next level

Your tongue began to twist around Margaret's bulbous dickhead, as you struggled to fit the massive tip of her dong into your mouth. Terrified of what was to come, but even more terrified of what Margaret would do to you if you refused, you began to burrow your tongue underneath her tightly wrapped foreskin and lap up what lay beneath.

Horrified, your tongue bumped into practically solid chunks of goo, and the surrounding yellow and white smegma foam gathered up against your lips and began to drip down your chin. The somewhat shitty smell of your own destroyed asshole was there, too, but practically a lingering afterthought in comparison.

You reluctantly gulped down the onslaught of refuse, and suddenly the smell was even worse than before. With your mouth full, breathing through your nose was now your only option, and the sheer rancid mixture of piss, sweat, santorum and god knows what else began to **** your senses all over again. You began to gag continuously, and your body to spasm in sheer disgust as your eyes rolled back into your head.

"Ohh yes YES Dougie!", Margaret squealed. "Take all of my filth, you sick, disgusting little RAG! UNNNG"

Clearly enjoying the sensations of your gagging, spasming insides, Margaret rammed her dickhead further down your throat and began to shoot out thick jello-wads of precum directly down your gullet, one after the other, her penis twitching excitedly. Your tongue jammed completely inside of her foreskin now, you almost automatically continued to clean - dislodging the thick chunks of aged grime underneath and swallowing them one after the other.

"So... *haaa*... fucking... *haaa*... GOOD...!", shivered Margaret, now frantically jacking off the sizable portion of her cock not yet imbedded into your skull. She began to chuckle. "You goddamn dirty SLUT, Dougie! Yessss!"

You were barely conscious at this point, the almost unimaginable filth and degradation shutting your brain down almost automatically in self defense. Astonishingly, however, you vaguely became aware of your little dicklet spasming to full erectness as you began to cum a steady, pathetic drizzle onto the sand below. Your orgasm barely registered to you, more a symbol of your body's complete and unwilling domination by this impossibly powerful, disgusting older woman.

It got worse.

Somewhere, around the edges of your frayed consciousness, you began to become aware of a new, salty, acrid taste enveloping your mouth. Margaret's massive, still fully erect purple python had begun to shiver. You opened your crusty eyelids and looked up at her. One of her hands was holding your head down firmly in place, while the other was playing with her rock-hard nipples sticking through her thin dress. Margaret's face was twisted in relief and ecstacy and she was biting her lower lip erotically as she moaned in pleasure. Her mixed grey hair was sweaty and matted down across her lightly wrinkled face.

"There's your reward, Dougie.", she whispered cruelly. "Swallow it all like a good bottom bitch."

She had begun to piss directly into your mouth!

Slowly you started to panic as Margaret's dark yellow stream of refuse intensified, but you realised there was nowhere to go. She had slowly slid her now uncovered, slimey purple cockhead further and lodged it firmly inside your throat before she began to relieve herself. Her iron grip held your skull mercilessly dug into her. You struggled futilely, trying to push off her legs to no avail, and began to scream.

Bad choice.

Your scream caused the stream of piss that was shooting directly into your stomach to bubble and gush back up, filling your mouth to bursting instantly. Immediately, the hot, disgustingly sour liquid began to shoot and drip out of your mouth and nose. Coughing desperately, your head was ringing again as your entire world became Margaret's rancid piss, filling you up. You were convinced the yellow viscous fluid had even begun to leak out of your eyes and ears.

Panicking, you had **** but to begin to swallow again. The stream had showed no sign of slowing down and looking up you saw that Margaret had clearly massively enjoyed your **** struggle. She was panting in sheer, dominating joy, basking in the glow of your complete and utter humilation. She had obviously been quite backed up, and as the minutes passed your belly began to gurgle and expand from the sheer gallons of dickgirl piss that filled up your insides.

"Yes... Yes, Dougie... Ohh, ungh, I think you're my new favorite toilet, Dougie...", Margaret cooed softly as she began to pump her still hard dick back and forth inside your ravaged throat, the stream of piss just barely beginning to let up even as she began to pleasure herself.

Quickly, her pace picked up, however. Right as her pissing began to slow down to a drizzle, Margaret had decided to shift from using you as a potty to using you as a fleshlight. Grunting, she savagely started to piston her slimey monster in and out of your gullet. The pain was unbelievable, and you dimly became aware that Margaret had indeed dislocated your jaw earlier. You were almost thankful; if she hadn't, you were sure her ramped-up skullfucking would have torn off your entire face by now.

By now, Margaret had shifted her hold to have both of her hands grasping your dome - one on top, painfully grasping your hair, the other tightly gripping the back of your neck. She switched from mostly using her hips to literally using your head as a sextoy, forcibly dragging it all along her spit-shined chute, taking care to slam your skull into her pelvis as hard as she could on each turn down. All you seemed able to hear at this point were the rhythmic slaps of her giant-sized balls collapsing with your face, smothering your entire head in her greying pubic forest and splattering your body with drops of leaked out piss and spit.

Margaret, for her part, was in heaven. She wasn't even looking at you anymore - her head was thrown back in the throes of pleasure as she focused entirely on the sensation of your tight throat painfully stretching around her gigantic member, feeling every ridge and loving every tortured spasm you were making along the way. She slammed you into her harder and harder, faster and faster, and she began to let loose a string of guttural grunting in equally escalating tempo and volume.

You were both shaking violently now; Margaret in pure, debauched pleasure - you in **** pain.

Your throat was bulging visibly as Margaret's cock **** her way through your tortured esophagus. You could sense, whenever you were capable of registering anything but the pain and humiliation, every massive pulsing vein on her impossibly large and hard shecock -- and you began to feel utterly, completely emasculated and violated. Silently at first, you began to sob -- just as your useless penis, painfully hard all this time, spewed out another impotent orgasm.

This pushed Margaret over the edge. She threw you down into the sand, the back of your head painfully being pushed into the beach, and began to full on hump your skull like a frenzied animal.

"Yes - YES - YEEESSS, SLUTBOY! Fuck you! FUCK you! FUCK YOU, you BIIIITCH!", she yelled at the top of her lungs, before she threw out an immense, thundering, indecipherible scream of pure pleasure - and orgasmed straight into your stomach. She screamed all the while as she came - in wave after wave after wave, for minutes on end. Your tiny twitching, **** form was powerless to do anything but be held down in the sand and used as a cum receptacle. The giant, stretched out bulge that Margaret's gargantuan snake was still forming in your throat pulsed visibly with every new deposit of thick, stinky, yellow cum she shot into you.

When, after several minutes of wad after wad gushing into the already deposited tankard of piss inside your stomach, your belly had ballooned to comically absurd proportions, Margaret's orgasm finally began to slow down. Her ecstatic screaming slowly mellowed out to a continuing, primal moaning. Her spasming, slowly softening python began to pull out of your battered and bruised throathole, depositing fresh loads of slimey jellocum all along the way out. She made sure to pause in your mouth especially, giving you the chance to fully savour all the fetid flavour and chewable consistency of her last spurts of semen quickly filling up all of your cranial orifices.

She finally fell back into the sand herself, panting and trembling all over in post-orgasmic bliss. The sweat pouring down her body had almost evaporated due to the sheer heat she was emitting and you could practically hear her purring from pleasure.

"That was... the absolute best everrr...", she slurred appreciatively.

At this point, you were reduced to nothing but a quivering mess, twitching all over and leaking piss and cum from every single one of your body's openings.

Margaret took off what remained of her drenched clothing and slowly drank in the sight as the sun began to set. She shivered, as the mere sight of how utterly she had destroyed and desecrated you gave her another, small orgasm. Her pulsing cock lazily shot out a few more thick ropes of cum all over your broken physique.

"Hmmm.... Oh, Doug....". She licked the cum off a few of her fingers and gently played with her round and now naked breasts.

Eventually, still bright but with the sun just beginning to stroke the horizon, she got up, stretched out satisfyingly and strode over to your still barely conscious body. She grabbed you by the hair and physically dragged you into the ocean. There, she none-too-gently washed you in the cold, salty ocean water. You awoke enough to notice as she placed her hands around your waist and pushed into your inflated stomach, hard. You grunted in pain, too exhausted to scream anymore, as a veritable fountain of Margaret's piss, jizz and pure accumulated filth shot out of your bruised anus and flowed into the sea. The rest came back up the other way - wave after wave of the unholy mixture flowing back up through your mouth and nose, spilling stingingly into your eyes and making you relive the putrid degradation over and over again - until the massive load was exhausted.

Margaret dunked your head underwater to clean it, then dragged you back out coughing and gasping for breath. She gazed into your eyes lovingly, but disdainfully at the same time. She pulled your lips into her own for an agressive kiss, **** your mouth with her tongue and fondling all over your soft, girlish body. As she pulled off, she hocked up loudly and spat a giant, mixed lob of snot and saliva into your open mouth, closing it with her hand to make you swallow. Then, with a sickening crunching sound she snapped your dislocated jaw back into its slot.

"There's a good little bitch, Dougie...", she murmured softly to you, as if to a baby. "You know, it's been ages since I... indulged myself so. You're such a hot little piece of ass, Dougie... I love making you bend and scream for me."

You gazed back at her silently, still too exhausted to think or speak. But curiously, listening to the sheer emasculation in her voice, you felt your small prick yet again begin to swell and twitch in response. You weren't sure how to conceptualize it, but Margaret had broken you, you thought. Your tiny, involuntary orgasm a conditioned response to her now complete ownership over you. You were traumatized, hurt, deathly afraid of her --- and turned on at the same time.

Margaret barely registered your orgasm, or cared for that matter. But she saw the mixture of fear and awe in your eyes and smiled, deeply pleased.

"This is how a boy should be, Doug.", she cooed. "And I don't think I'm through you with you yet, not by a long shot..."

Her right hand reached down and grasped your aching testicles, rolling them around in their tiny sack. She found and isolated your right testicle inside and began to squeeze it tightly, her sharp thumb suddenly digging into its flesh with all her might.

She gasped in delight as your entire body responded to the intense, new form of pain. A low, guttural scream was ripped straight from your ravished throat; this pain was something else, something primal - even compared to all that you had already suffered - and your entire, exhausted body spasmed in agony.

"After all,", Margaret whispered huskily in your ear, her arousal clearly climbing once more. "There's so, so, so much more I would like to do to you..."