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His cock looks huge. I've been staring at his crotch for a while now as he stands and drinks his beer - he's big and standing at seven-ten at least, with rough, orange-y skin and two tusks jutting up from his lower jaw. An ogre's kind of rare in these Northern parts, but nobody in the bar seems to notice or care. Maybe they don't see what I'm seeing; the thick root of his cock peeking out over the top of low-slung pants, begging to be touched. I inhale deep and cross my legs - I can feel my cunt getting wet, the pressure slowly building as it begs for that monster dick. It looks like I'd have to use both hands to reach around it and that just makes me want it more... so much more that I don't notice myself sliding a hand down to unbutton and unzip my jeans while people pass by me. I just need something in my pussy, something to fill me up... I barely notice the hungry glance from a less well-endowed patron as I slip my hand down my pants. I'm completely focused on that ogre's cock even though he hasn't seen me, but I've got plans to change that. My eyes flutter closed as I finally thrust two fingers inside myself - I'm hot and slippery, and I can feel my cunt tighten up around my own fingers like it wants to around that huge dick.

There's wet on the inside of my thighs by the time that ogre moves. I've been fantasizing about wrapping both hands around that fat tool - about sucking it, licking it, rubbing my face on it... I almost miss it, but the ogre is heading for the exit and I hurriedly slip off the stool I've been sitting on to follow him out. He's three times my size with a gut hanging down (but not enough to hide that magnificent cockroot) but I hurry after him anyway. It's easy enough to slip out of the door after him, and I can hear him breathing heavy and slow as he makes his way towards the alleyway next to the grimy dive he just came out of. I wonder if he's going to take a piss there, and I can practically feel wetness flood my loins at the idea of him pulling his dick out to let loose a torrent of pungent piss like only an ogre can. When he stops, I stop, too, hiding behind the corner of that building as I listen to the rustle of his pants and the sound of a zipper. It's now or never.

When I step out to see him, he's got a huge hand wrapped around an even more magnificent slab of meat than I'd originally imagined. It's gigantic - even soft, his cock's as thick as both my forearms combined, foreskin covering all but the very tip of the big, bulbous head. I can see the ridge of his glans under that meaty foreskin and before he even sees me, I hurry over and drop to my knees between that big bastard and the grimy, dirty wall in front of him. The ground's wet and filthy, with trash overflowing the dumpster he's standing next to - I can smell it and I can smell him, too. His scent's thick, like piss and sex and the intoxicating smell of cock, but I don't get to breathe him in more than once before that big bastard takes a step back. He is face says 'what the fuck', but I slide my hands up his thighs - thick with fat and muscle - and then reach to palm the base of his cock before he can move away even more. It's a dangerous move - he could kill me if he wanted, but my pussy's crying out for that monster dick and all I can think of is how much I want every inch of that ogre meat.

I can feel myself soaking through my jeans - I'm not wearing underwear and it looks like he isn't either, but I don't get to look. He grabs my wrist like I'm nothing but a toothpick, beady eyes staring down at me in the dark as I look up to him and bite my lip. I know that this could end up bad - ogres have a quick temper and they're kind of stupid, to boot, but I have two hands and he's only stopping me from touching with one of them.. so I do it again. I reach up and palm right over the thick base of his cock, rubbing up and down over coarse hair and the heft of that dick as I look up to him, silently begging. It's tense, and I'm tense, with his grip tightening around my arm and my hand rubbing over flesh that exudes heat like an oven.. but I don't stop. It's terrifying to be stared down by a creature that could swat you like a fly, but that terror bolts directly to my clit and my tender folds. I want his cock like a drug addict wants their next hit, so I force myself to move before that big bastard can break my arm.

I lean in without hesitation to press my cheek up against that impressive slab. It smells even more potent up close and I nuzzle my face against it like that's exactly what I like, because it is. He smells like he hasn't showered in weeks but that's okay - the only thing I care about is right in front of me, warm and dangling heavy like I bet his balls are, too. I hear him grumble - it sounds irritated and his grip's slowly starting to hurt in this increasing way, so I up my game. It's not just my cheek that I nuzzle against his cock - I turn my head to rub my whole face against him and the sensation is electric. It's amazing and intoxicating all at once, feeling such a huge tool slide and rub across my lips, my cheeks, my forehead. I'm already imagining what it's going to be like and I can't stop myself from wrapping my hand around his cockhilt, but it's too thick. I was right - one hand doesn't fit around it, but that doesn't matter right now. I give him a squeeze just like he's squeezing my arm and I can't help but moan against his pungent prick. The feeling of cock in my hand, weighty and thick, is just too much - so I start kissing down it, a haze slowly creeping up to make my rational thoughts irrational. I shouldn't be doing this, he could kill me... but all I do is press my mouth to the top of his shaft, mouthing and kissing as I look up to him with worship on my face. I know I can do this - I can see in those piggy little eyes that he's starting to doubt his hold on my arm. Ogres aren't the brightest, so it's understandable that it's taken him this long for that light to go off in his head, but he's still not letting me go.

It's okay. I have to exert some effort to raise his prick up; he's still soft so it's easy to slap myself with it, meat smacking against my cheek nice and hard. I do it again a couple of times, making soft 'mmm' noises as I do, because a soft cock's just as good as a hard one as long as I can touch it. The slapping seems to elicit something from him that isn't more squeezing - he grunts and I bury my face against his groin right next to that dick so I can inhale deep. His scent seems strongest there, I think, my eyes fluttering closed as I breathe that pungent mixture in. The longer I stay out here, on my knees in front of this ogre, the more I commit - I don't care that I can smell trash in the bin next to me, or that there's grime and muck under my knees. All I care about is right in front of me, thick and soft and with so much promise. I know he had to piss - he probably still does and I can feel him shift in front of me as I keep nuzzling and mouthing.

I know I'm pathetic, but what I know more is that I can help him... so I do. He hasn't let go yet and I feel like he won't, either - he's glaring down at me but letting me continue and I wonder if he's amused, aroused, angry.. it doesn't matter. I give the base of that fat cock a squeeze and then slide my hand mid-way down his shaft, raising it up as I lean back just enough to point the head at my now-open mouth. I can see a few bumps on it, now that I'm looking up-close - warts and blemishes, as ugly as his face. One or two of them have broken open to ooze shiny liquid onto that slab of meat, but it doesn't deter me. I just stick my tongue out and look up to him, saying 'ah, ah' as I try to get across what I want from him. It doesn't click, at first, so I give his cock a shake to make it wiggle a little in mid-air before I utter a more insistent 'aaahh'. I want him to piss in my mouth and all over my face, but I don't know how to get that across to him.

He doesn't get it. Or, at least, he doesn't seem to be getting it as he stares down at me, big chest rising and falling with slow breaths. I can't tell what's going on in his head but I know I'm not out of the woods, yet... and I probably won't be until after we part ways. Ogres are unpredictable, and I know there's a chance that this encounter could end with me in the hospital.. but god, that gigantic prick is too much. I swallow hard and look up to him again, searching his surly face to try and see what I'll have to do to show him what I want. I know his kind aren't big on language, aside from the curses, and it's why I'm not even trying to speak. I can tell that I'm going to have to shelve the idea for now, but I certainly don't let go of him. I just knead my fingers into the spongy flesh of his cock while I rub my thumb up underneath it, too.

I can feel his balls, heavy and leathery, sitting just out of sight in his grubby jeans, but I can't pull those out just yet. Not with my other arm being held in a vice-grip, pain slowly starting to radiate outwards from how long and how hard he's been holding on. He doesn't seem to understand how breakable I am, but any bruises I get will give me something to remember this by for a long time. When I inhale again, I smell that stinging odor of piss, cock, sweat, and garbage, and something hot flares between my legs. I spread them wide, eyes rolling back in my head a bit as I feel my clit brush against the denim seam - I'm so aroused that all I can think about is this ogre's cock-- his beautiful, disgusting, ugly slab of meat just waiting to be buried inside me one way or another. I manage to bring myself back from that good feeling burning between my legs and back to the weighty, dirty-orange rod in front of me, still soft and needing so much more attention. It's startling to me how I can feel the rumble coming from him before I can hear it; he shifts where he stands and sighs out heavy, with a snort coming through that flat, piggish nose, and I realize that I need to hurry before he gets bored.

I'm already soaking through my jeans at the thought of what I should do, and what I've been doing. I end up pressing my face up against his meat again so I can breathe deep - it's intoxicating and disgusting, all at once. I'm smiling and I can't even begin to help it, just like I can't help but give him another squeeze as I start working down his heavy tool. He's got to be ten inches or more, soft, and his girth is well above three, but I have no rational thought left in my sex-charged body.. I just want it all. It takes effort to lift him up again, but this time it's not so I can slap myself - it's so I can open my mouth to lick over him, spit drooling down my tongue. I leave a wet, shiny trail behind and then I press a kiss right next to one of those weeping bumps on his shaft. I know it's wrong, I know that I will get sick - not could, but will.. But nothing stops me from mouthing up his dick, lips smearing over the warts and the wrinkles of his foreskin as I trail saliva all over his cock.

I want to close my eyes so I can focus on how he feels but it's hard when I can't tear my gaze off of his cockmeat. Even soft, he's bigger than any human I've ever seen. I hear a sound from him - a grunt, I think, when I plaster to his cock to give him a suckle just behind the flare of his cockhead. His foreskin's loose enough that I can pull it into my mouth just enough, and it's exactly what I do with a slucking sound and another hot pulse right between my legs. He tastes salty, like unwashed cock and dirt, like the last pussy he buried his ugly shaft into, and even though I can feel bile rise in my throat for a second when I try to swallow.. but I manage to do it anyway, with the disgusting taste of those warts lingering on my tongue afterwards. When I look up to him again, I'm already suckling on the side of his cock while I squeeze at the mindblowing girth. I can see he's starting to get with the program - they might not speak much, but sex is a universal language. His grip's still iron-strong on my arm but he's starting to cut me some slack - he lets me lower it, even though he keeps hold on me, and I think maybe he isn't letting go to ensure that I don't change my mind, now.

I realize, with a distant pang of fear, that I might have bitten off more than I can chew. There's no turning back now and that thought cuts through my cock-fueled haze with surprising clarity, and it brings me pause. He doesn't seem to like that because I hear another grumble, almost like a growl, and before I can find out whether or not I'm right, I start mouthing at him again. I'm scared but I want him - I want to bury his fat ogre dick in me until I black out, and as I kiss down that cockmeat, those thoughts slowly but surely blur that fear again until I don't remember it at all. By the time I reach the root of his dick, I realize that he's started to get harder in my hand - I can feel his heartbeat thudding strong and virile, cupped in the palm of my hand. I start rubbing up and down the underside of the ogre's prick, squeezing every time I feel the bump of his glans slide over my hand. It's like jerking off a horse - except a horse, I think, is smaller.

The grip on my arm hasn't lessened any but the ache in my shoulder from where he'd been holding me before is starting to dissipate - soon, the pain there has gone the same way as my rational thought. My forearm still burns but I don't care; I'm busy tongue-bathing his nasty cock right at the base, coarse hair running over my tongue every time I lap at him. My nose is almost crushed against his belly every time I bury my face close to his cock - all I can smell is his pungent odor and the dumpster next to me, and it makes me shudder with both disgust and cock-needy arousal. He's disgusting, and so am I... and it just makes me need it more. I've got the base of his cock soaked with my spit and it's why I come back to the tip - I haven't peeled his foreskin back yet but I'm almost trembling with anticipation as I stare down at it. I'm breathing in soft, light pants at this point, and I let myself stare in my cock-addled haze as I commit his meat to my memory. His piss-slit is huge - I could fit two fingers in it if I wanted and it wouldn't even stretch him! A shudder runs through me as I think about how much cum and piss is waiting inside this ogre for me. All I have to do is get it out of him...

I see him shift in front of me, cock bobbing a little and I realize his prick is more firm in my hand than it was before - it's getting bigger, bit by bit, right in front of my eyes. By the time I dare look away, it could hold itself up just barely on its own if I were to let it go, but I don't want to. I keep my hand snug against the bumpy underside of his dick as I raise my head to look at his ugly face, and I see something that sends another wave of wetness gushing from my pussy to drip down onto my jeans and down my thighs. He's licking his tusks as he stares at me, and I feel a lance of pain sear from my arm as he gives me an unkind squeeze. He doesn't want me to stop and I don't want to, either, so I don't. My eyes drop back down to his slowly engorging prick as I start to stroke him again - I want to run my hands all up and down his meat but I find myself focusing on his foreskin and the warts on the underside of his cock - one bursts as I rub my palm against him and I feel it slick my hand and his dick at the same time. A wave of nausea hits a moment later, right with the smell - it's putrid, but my legs spread even wider to bring me down lower to the ground. It's like I'm made for it - to service something this disgusting.

The pain in my arm is getting almost too intense to focus and I realize, with a wince flashing across my face, that I haven't been doing anything but stroke.. I have a mouth, and I should use it. I don't hesitate to lean in and part my lips so I can kiss the tip of his cock; I can hear him grunt again and the pain abates in my arm, enough to make it easier to focus on this ogre's dick instead of my own pain. When I finally lick him, I'm almost floored by the salty taste of piss and old cum - it's strongest at that slit and for a second, I have to close my eyes to fight the feeling of throwing up. I make myself keep moving my tongue despite it, up, and down, up and down, coating his rank glans with saliva as I service his piss-slit. I can feel it working to get him harder - every few licks, that powerful, gigantic dick twitches, bouncing and smearing itself against my mouth and face, and when it finally comes to rest again... it's just a little bit thicker, harder, hotter than before. I'm reaching the point that I can't stomach the taste anymore so I start rubbing my face against him, again - I'm gripping right under his glans so I can nuzzle my cheek against his slit and the curve of his head. I guess he likes what he sees, because I hear something like a thick chuckle before he shifts his stance. It makes his diseased prick jab right up over my cheek and against my eye - it hurts and I squeeze them closed on reflex until he stops moving. There's spit smeared all over my face, now, and I know that I must smell like his cock - unwashed, filthy... When I open my eyes again it's so I can see his dick when I try to grip around him as best I can, stroking down to roll his foreskin back a bit before it comes back up with each pump I give him.

What I see makes me want to vomit even more, but that ache between my legs is only growing. I need cock, I need his cock, and I need it buried so deep in me that I'll never be rid of his filth. There's an ugly, red line to show where his foreskin was sitting, before - all the skin beneath is raw and flaky, with one or two open, weeping sores that had been hidden from sight. They aren't hidden now, though, and I glance up to him to see a smile that looks like it's growing and becoming malicious, too. I could try to back out now, but I know that he won't let me, so I don't even try - I just close my eyes for a second, fingers squeezing and kneading at his engorging prick, before I give him a good, hard stroke all the way to the fat root. It rolls back that foreskin almost to the rise of the glans, but not quite, and I don't have two hands to help peel it back, more. I almost don't dare look when I open my mouth, this time, to take the very crown of his cock back in - I can smell him and taste him enough that I think seeing it would finally lead to me trying to escape this situation. The taste of his slit is just as potent as before - but as I start to bob my head and suck, I realize that that wasn't anything at all. The first time my lips slide over that red skin, I taste some of that liquid that was sticking to his head - it's sharp and bitter and bad. I hear a laugh and realize my face screwed up from bliss to disgust, but when his dick twitches, smearing that infection against my lips, I can't tell whether I want to throw up or offer him my soaking wet cunt.

I can't do either, though. His cock's well past half-mast, by now, and it means that as I suck, his head gets pulled into my mouth over and over again. It presses hard against my tongue and teeth - he's so big that I can't help but scrape against him sometimes, but the ogre doesn't seem to care. His breathing's coming deeper, but not faster... whatever's going on inside his head, I know it must be good. I can feel the bumpbumpbump of those warts as they slide over my lips and into my mouth, over my tongue. I try to keep from licking them but that big, fat prickhead is so big that I can't avoid rubbing my tongue, nice and snug, against those sores. I gag a little and he seems to like that, too, because the next time he shifts I feel an ache in my jaw and the smothering feeling of cockflesh being pushed into my mouth to fill it right up. My eyes fly open because it's too much - it's crushing my tongue against the bottom of my mouth and making it hard to breathe, but when I look down and see that half-hard cock, I have to force myself to relax. He's grinning down at me, now - it's mocking, like he's making fun of me for making a mistake like this. He's barely half-hard and I'm already struggling with the head of his prick!

I wonder what this might look like to someone walking along and even though I'm scared by now, the thought makes my cunt ache all over again. It would look horrible - someone servicing this ogre and his disgusting cock in public must have no shame. I do, though.. but that cockhaze is heavy on my mind and when I start rubbing my tongue against the underside of his glans, the feeling alone of it gliding over my tongue makes me moan around his flesh. He's disgusting - so I'm disgusting, too. I'm almost gagging on him, now, but that doesn't keep me from bobbing my head up and down as my lips stretch around his prick. He's slick enough with spit and ooze from his sores that it's getting easier to bob my head up and down - I'm starting to work into a rhythm, and I'm getting lost in it, too. My whole world is nothing but swollen cockhead rubbing over my tongue, the feeling of being unable to breathe as it stuffs my mouth full... even the horrible taste of piss and rancid cum, of sores and sometimes blood if I scrape one with my teeth. I love how it feels, stuffing my mouth full, and I try even harder to cram the rest of it inside.

The ridge of his glans is too formidable and acts as a barrier between me and what I want most: feeling full, full, full. I desperately want to gag on his cock, even though I already have to choke down bile whenever I get too big of a taste of this unwashed ogre. My tongue sweeps over his piss-slit again and I hear another grunt, gruffer than before.. except this time, it comes with an excruciating squeeze before he lets up on my arm, again. I find myself staring up, eyes wide and face sticky with a mixture of fluids, before I tentatively do it again. This time, he doesn't squeeze as I drag my tongue over his slit, he just gives me another slowly-growing grin. I find myself both dreading and anticipating it; whenever I lick over him, my cunt cries out to be filled. I'm achingly horny and it's fueling my depravity. I would never do this normally but the need for cock is overwhelming, and it's why it's almost easy for me to thrust my tongue into that foul-tasting sliit so I can wriggle it around, tasting him from the inside with a grimace on my face and sopping wetness between my legs.

I can feel the buildup on my tongue. It doesn't just taste bad, it is bad. I'm tongue-fucking his piss-slit and every time I slurp around his cockhead, I can feel tiny granules of old cum and piss mix together with my spit. I'm drooling by now, too.. both my pussy and my mouth, spit dripping down at the corners as I try to push his cock deeper but fail, every time. His pulse is thudding hard against my tongue as I try to worm it deeper, glans parting around me as I lick into him and clean out his cockhole. I can't spit so I'm forced to swallow and for a second, an utterly dizzying wave of nausea rolls over me as I feel myself swallow something solid. I don't know what it was but I can guess, and it's what finally makes me come off of the ogre's prick with a wet slurp and a gasp as I pant in front of him, dick resting heavy on my swollen lips. He seems to be amused, and I think that it's good that he's not angry that I'm stopping. I can hear him chuckle as I start to pump his shaft, again- and suddenly, I have my arm back, air cold against it as the sweaty palm-print he left gets exposed.

I want to rub at it because it hurts and aches almost to the bone, but when I suck a breath in through my nose, I smell something new.. I smell sex and arousal, and not just from me. I realize what it is when I look down from his smushed, smirking face to his bulbous prick - it's not weeping sores but precum oozing from his dick, thick and almost mucous-y in texture as it gathers and then starts to slowly drip down the underside of his head. By the time I realize I'm just staring again, mouth open, it's too late to decide what I want to do about it, myself - he grabs my head with both hands, his four-fingered grip strong and almost terrifying as he forces me towards his dick again. I have no choice but to open my mouth so I do - I open wide, tongue out and eyes squeezed shut in dread and need... I need that taste, I dread it. I need him to fill my mouth with his fat, diseased cock, but I'm scared I might not walk away if I let him. All those thoughts get blown away as I feel him squeeze his prick in past my tongue and teeth; it's a tight fit and I feel a twinge of panic bite at me again when I scrape him.

Retribution comes pretty quickly. He jerks my head down and I feel that thick precum mash against the back of my throat, coating it and sliming over my tonsils as he crushes his prick deeper. I don't realize I'm shoving at his hips until he pulls me back up on his big, fat cockhead, only to force me right back down on it with a wet, nasty squelch. The rise of his glans is still keeping him from pushing all the way inside and it's both a relief and worrying, because the next time he pushes my head down, it's so, so much harder than before. I feel one of those sores burst, liquid seeping between my teeth and onto my tongue as he keeps pressing down on the back of my head, and I realize... something's got to give. I give him another shove at his hips but it doesn't do anything, so I try to pull away. His grip's too strong and it's laughable that I even tried, and instead of letting me go, he twists his fingers up in my hair almost like a handle.

I wonder what he's doing and I realize, not even a second before he does it, that he intends to pop his prick into my mouth one way or another, and my hands fly up to grip his cock just underneath the head, squeezing and twisting as I start to suck again. It's to distract him and it works surprisingly well; he pauses, even though his grip's still tugging my hair painfully tight, and I look back up to him as I start to bob my head on my own. My fingers lace around his heavy cockmeat as I jerk him, up and down, up and down over bumps and fat veins, working him good as I plunge my tongue right back into his piss-slit. If I can get him to cum, he might leave - or be so distracted that I can get away to furiously fingerfuck myself to this ordeal, once I'm free of it. These are all 'maybe's, though.. and my mind is still muddy, blown away by how huge this ogre is in my mouth and hands. I've never done something like this before but that flood of arousal between my legs keeps me going; every time I suck, I think 'want', every time I stroke, I think 'need', and every time I push down on his cockhead to try and swallow down some of his thick, sticky precum, I think 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me'.

I wonder if he can hear my thoughts. When I look back up to him again, there's tears in my eyes from how hard I keep pushing down on his prick. Ogres aren't delicate, and when I choke through my nose, I see that his grin is still plastered on that piggish face - except now, he slides his tongue out as a little bit of drool drips from it onto his shirt. It's gross, but since I'm the one fucking my own face on a filthy, unwashed ogre cock, I don't have room to speak. Literally, and figuratively. More drool drips down my chin as I suck, slurp, and stroke, all of it blurring together into a rhythm that finds me milking more and more of that snot-like precum down my throat and into my belly. He's rock-hard, now - no more soft, spongy prick in my hands, just a throbbing slab of saliva-soaked meat. My eyes roll back up into my head a little when I shift and I feel myself bump back against the wall. I have nowhere to go but onto this monster cock, and now that I have both hands free, I realize that I can thrust one down into my pants to finally have something buried inside my pussy. So... I do.

My hand delves into my jeans so I can slip four fingers right inside me, burying them inside myself up to my palm as wetness slicks me down almost instantaneously. I find myself muffling a moan around his cock, and then another, and then another as I plunge my fingers into myself, timing it with every downwards bob of my head. It's getting harder to swallow that thick precum and I end up choking on it, every now and again, but it makes him laugh and I think that's a good thing. The taste isn't as putrid as it was, before. Now, it's just overwhelming, salty and sticky as it coats the entire inside of my mouth and throat, and probably belly, too. I've been struggling to choke so much of it down that I feel warm from the inside-out.

A pressure's building between my legs as I practically fist myself in this filthy alley, cheeks bulging with cockhead and precum every time I slide, slick and loud down on it. I'm going to cum just from sucking an ogre's cock, I'm going to climax because of just how filthy he is, and I feel myself spill over, white lights flashing in front of my eyes as I gasp out and start moaning wantonly around him- oh, oh, oh, mmmmnnnnn! A gush of wetness floods my fingers and soaks my pants clean through, but I don't stop. I can tell he likes it when I moan around his dick because he steps forwards to push me back, closer to the wall and farther down around the fat swell of his glans. I don't know what's going on as my climax wracks through me, thighs trembling and stomach tight as I gasp for breath and swallow desperately, drinking more precum down as my palm grinds against my clit. It sends another burst through me, a jolt that makes me twitch. My jaws ache but nothing can compare to the hot flood burning in my cunt, right now, and just as I'm about to reach that peak all over again, I feel him shove harder than ever before on my head.

Something in my jaw pops and he buries himself in my mouth, the swollen head of his weeping cock jamming itself down into my throat as he spreads my jaws wide. It happens at the same second I tip over that edge, again - orgasm washes over me as I start to spasm around my hand all over again, even though I'm struggling against the very thing that made me cum. I'm scrambling to push him away all while furiously pumping my fingers in and out of my cunt as it spasms over and over again - I don't want him to, but I do, I don't, but I really, really do. Big hips start to move, then, although I don't realize it at first - I'm focused on the pain in my jaws and the only reason I stop is because I find that suddenly... I can't breathe. He's pressing that diseased prick into the tender depths of my throat, bit by bit, until I can feel the glans go pop! Right past my tonsils. I'm wide-eyed and staring up at him, shocked and unable to move because of the pain that flares up and makes tears roll down my face. It's too much and I'm terrified that he's going to tear me open, but as he starts pushing down my throat, it just leaves me with a bruised feeling that only gets worse when he pulls back out.

I can feel his precum coat my throat as I frantically work to swallow around him, tightening and struggling around that too-heavy fuckstick as my body revolts. I feel a clench from my stomach and my pussy at the same time and when I clamp down around my fingers, I vomit at the same time... except it gets stuck around his cock on the way out. That gigantic prick is heavy inside me, and it's acting like a plug as he starts to slowly fuck in and out of my throat, smearing precum and puke together. I can taste it at the back of my tongue but it doesn't stop that ogre, any; he's grinning down at me as he holds my head in place and starts to really, truly fuck me. It hurts like nothing I've ever felt before - every time he fucks into my throat, it re-stretches around his prick until all I can focus on and feel is the pounding force of his thick meat breaking through me over and over again. The longer it goes on, the more I start to sag; I can't breathe, I can barely swallow, every time he thrusts into my gullet he triggers my gag reflex and my guts clench all over again.

He's fucking my throat raw and if I concentrate, I can feel the bumps from those sores scraping over and over again against the tender inside of my mouth and throat. There's black at the edges of my vision when I hear him grunt again - when I feel him tighten his grip on my hair as he redoubles his thrusting to jackhammering - every thrust makes me almost puke, but he pounds my vomit back down inside me with merciless thrusts of that now-thirteen-inch dick. I just want him to cum.. I want him to blow his load inside me and fill me up so I can get out of this alive, but a part of me, a truly depraved part, keeps thrusting four fingers into my cunt at the same speed that ogre fucks my mouth at. I can feel every jump of his cock as he gets closer and closer to what I think is the end. It twitches and pulses, and his stomach and chest are rising and falling even faster as wet noises fill the alleyway, the glugglugglug of him abusing my throat with a cock that was never meant to fit inside a human.

I'm right at the verge of passing out, body sagging as he holds me up, when I feel a sudden, red-hot flood into my belly as he bellows out his climax. He's cumming down my throat in thick bursts - I can feel every glob of cum as it oozes down my throat, fucked deeper by thrusts that rattle my brain and rub raw my insides. My throat feels like it's on fire as he cums and it seems like there's a never-ending flow of it - burst after burst, glob after glob, that spunk seeps down into my stomach and fills me up to the brim more than any meal I've ever eaten did. I can feel my stomach start to distend as he keeps slamming into me, and right before I black out, I feel something pop deep inside me. It's the thick, bulbous, reddened head of his dick slamming home into my stomach as he hilts himself down my throat and crushes my face right into the coarse hair at the root of his prick. My last thought is the final climax that runs through me, tensing my muscles up as I feel my cunt squeeze my own fingers as I pass into darkness.

When I come to, my mouth is empty and my chin is dripping with drool, cum, and vomit in thick, bubbly strings. I'm gasping for breath as I gawp up to the ogre like an idiot. He's stepped back, cum covering that ugly dick as it stays as hard as before he filled me up. His hand's still in my hair, and when he jerks me to a stand, I realize he's moving me closer to that dumpster. I'm disoriented as I stumble there, and I swallow with a pained cringe as he moves me whether or not I want to be moved. The ogre is pushing me too quickly for me to be graceful, but my cock-addled brain is only focused on one thing and that's getting back onto that nasty, thick dick again. I can smell his cum - I can taste it, I can feel it in my mouth and I can swish it between my teeth while it mixes in with saliva... I want it. I want it back in my mouth but he doesn't let me take it. It leaves him hanging, heavy and fully erect as his dick bobs in the air - at some point during my blackout, he pulled his balls out and I can see those hang heavy and hairy, too, with thick skin and darker color to show how much blood's flooded to his cock and nuts.

It's the last glimpse I see of that filthy, magnificent dick before I meet with the grimy, slippery side of the trashbin. My face gets pressed against the streaks of black liquid that drip down the side and my eyes squeeze shut in a disgusted, cowed grimace. I don't want to be here-- I want to be back down on my knees, servicing this ogre until he blows his load down my throat again! The hurt he caused is already fading for that unquenchable arousal between my legs. For a moment, I don't understand what he's doing - but when I feel the wet fabric of my jeans slide out from between my thighs with the sound of tearing, I realize all too late that he doesn't want my mouth, anymore. My face is still smashed against the metal but I turn my head, one eye opening to look back at the ogre as he keeps one hand firmly against my skull. The other is at his prick - that big, callused hand is jerking himself behind me until that foreskin rolls all the way back and my eyes go wide when I see more dickcheese than I've ever wanted to see in my life. It's thick, packed heavy behind the rise of his cockhead, and when he catches me staring at it, I realize my horror must be clear on my face because he gives me that same ugly, mocking grin as before. I understand what he's going to do, now - he wasn't satisfied with ruining my throat and using me as a blowjob cocksleeve. He wants to fuck me, too, and I feel a sense of sickening dread as I wonder if he's going to try to slip that monster prick inside my ass.

When I feel the bulbousness of his prick slime and smear over my pussyslit, I relax.. but only for a moment. He's too big and I know he is - the last time I took a cock that was too big, it split me open and I bled for days-- this? .. I don't know what this will do to me, but I don't want to find out, either, no matter how swollen my clit is or how much my cunt begs to be filled up with his filthy-.. cum-covered.. diseased... My thoughts haze out as he keeps rubbing his glans up and down, up and down against my lips. My cunt's wet, and tight, and pink - still puffy and soaked from my climaxes earlier. It's easy for him to rub up and down, wet noises filling the alleyway all over again as he mushes my pussylips and grinds his piss-slit over my clit.

I feel my clitty slip inside for a second and my eyes go wide - it's a new sensation and it makes me whimper, especially when I feel him stroke out another thick blob of cum. That wet heat surrounds my clit before he slipslides his prick up again and I feel his cum from earlier gush against my holes - every time he presses, I can feel it get mashed a little deeper into me. His spunk floods my pisshole, too, and for a moment I can feel him pressing his slit up to mine while he strokes down his prick... and then my eyes roll up into my head as a full-body shudder wracks through me. I can feel one of those chunky globs of cum slide against my urethra and then into it, some, as that ogre keeps jerking himself against my puffy pussy. It's a horrible, wonderful feeling; I feel violated by his cum as he milks out the remnants of his climax into my pisshole, stretching it out just a little as it slides into me like a worm. It aches and above all else, it burns, and I strain against his cockhead to try and push it out like I'm peeing.

It doesn't work because he doesn't let it. I feel those thick, dirty fingers move from his cock to my cunt as he shoves them between that bulbous head and my swollen cunt. He's looking for something and at first, I just think he's going to spear me on those thick fingers so he can stretch me some before he tries to fuck me - but I'm wrong. I feel him rubbing right up against that tiny hole - my pisshole, where the tail end of that thick glob of cum is trying to leak out. I feel it - it's slippery and ropy, solid but wet, and I whimper again as he keeps me pinned to that filthy garbage bin. Whatever he's doing feels weird - good, but strange. As he scrapes callouses over my tiny urethra, I can hear him laughing. I don't know why, but he is, until I feel a sharp, splitting pain and pressure all at once. I cry out and try to scramble away, but that pain only gets worse and I realize he's forcing one of those thick, fat fingers right into my pisshole!

I'm wet but not wet enough for that - I can feel the roughness scrape me raw as he forcefully opens me up to his finger, pushing his cum deeper and deeper until I finally feel it slide, burning and fast, all the way into my bladder where I can feel it sit like a warm, aching, heavy glob. He doesn't pull his finger out, though, even though I keep slurring out 'please' - please stop, please take it out... he doesn't listen, even though he's watching me squirm around him as my pisshole stays stretched and painfully tight around that fat finger. I don't know if it can get worse - but when he suddenly starts wriggling it and I feel the wrinkle of his knuckle start to bump over my stretched-thin skin, I realize it can, and will. A pained groan gets ripped out of me as he jerks his hand forwards - I feel another inch of that finger slide into my urethra and then I feel the tip of his finger pop through into my bladder, too. He's moving it a lot and I realize it's because he's mixing his putrid cum inside me, sloshing around my piss and his spunk so it touches some of my most intimate places.

He's laughing while he does it. It sounds dim and dull but malicious, too, and even though I know he's done what he wants to, I feel him force that finger in even deeper until that pain rises to a peak and finally pops. Something gives with a sharp, sudden flare of pain and even though I don't know it, that ogre's split my pisshole with an inch-long tear. I'm bleeding, but with how wet my pussy is, I don't notice it - but he does. I can hear him make a pleased kind of grunt behind me and when I look back at him again, he's staring intently down at my cunt as he pulls his finger out... before thrusting it back in again, hard and merciless and scraping over my delicate peehole. It sends a wave of pain and nausea through me, but it's just the start. One thrust starts turning into another, and then another until that ogre's fucking his finger deep into my urethra, twisting every time he sinks it in and turning it again when he pulls it out. I feel it burst through into my bladder every single time, with his grimy knuckle grinding into the tattered flesh of my previously tiny hole. He's ruining me, and I can feel it with every painful fuck inwards, but that ogre doesn't look like he's going to stop any time soon... judging from the grin still plastered up on his face. There's tears streaming down my face as I struggle fruitlessly, hands pressing to the slimy outside of that metal trashbin as I try to push back and away. All it gets me is a more violent jab inwards, something that worsens that tear and makes a fresh surge of blood finally drip out from my little hole as he starts brutalizing it even more. I have no choice but to stop struggling and accept it - every time I try to move, he gives me an unmerciful twist of that fat, rough finger that makes me almost collapse to my knees.

I can feel that slickness start to drip down my thighs. I still don't know that it's blood because all I can smell and taste is piss, cum, and garbage from the scum smeared all over my face. I can hear, though. I can hear the squelchsquelchsquelch of wet fingerfucking, and the sound of occasional schlorps when the suction gets too great.. and I can feel, too. It burns; it's agonizing and I'm crying from how it doesn't ever seem to stop, how he fucks into my bladder with that too-fat finger and stirs up his cum with my blood and piss. I think it's never going to end and right when things start to get unbearable, something changes. I start to feel every bump of his knuckles against my cunt, every jolt that runs through me, every brush of dirty skin. It's electric and even though that raw, fleshy pain doesn't dissipate any, I can feel another climax growing inside my cock-needy cunt. It feels like I'm being fucked without mercy, and my eyes start to roll back up into my head again when that ogre goes harder. I feel bruised and torn-open but my crying and pleas aren't stopping him. It's thrust after thrust, painful jab after painful jab into my pisshole and bladder until I feel a familiar pleasure wash over me with enough force that it makes my knees buckle out from under me. I'm cumming - I'm cumming around his fat, dirty finger as he rapes my pisshole, fucking his cum somewhere that's never been touched by spunk before, let alone finger-fucked raw like it is, now. It's mindblowing and horrible, all at once - my pussy spasms and so does my pisshole, gripping and hugging that ogre's finger so when he delves deep into me, it just tears me, more.

By the time the waves of pleasure and pain have passed, that ogre is starting to move, again. He crooks his finger inside me and then yanks it out - I hear liquid spatter the ground and wall next to us but I don't know that it's my blood, piss, and chunky blobs of his cum. I just know that it hurts, that I hurt deep inside, and that this isn't over, yet. I can hear him move behind me, his bulk shifting as he presses his sore-riddled dickhead up to the bloody opening of my cunt again. I don't think I can take it, I KNOW I can't take it and it's why my begging starts anew. My 'please stop's fall on deaf ears, my 'you'll kill me' gets dismissed. The only thing he starts to do is rub, up and down, up and down, painting my cunt with blood and fresh, thick strings of precum as this ogre starts to violate me in a new way. He's treating me like a novelty - something to be used in its entirety before being thrown away, and I can feel the utterly soaked bulb of his prick start to push into me, helped by that filthy mixture of fluids that have come to coat my cockhungry pussy.

I can barely keep myself up but he's holding me against the dumpster and it holds me up just enough for him to start fucking into. It's difficult, for him - I'm too tight. He just ruined my pisshole but that doesn't mean he can't tear me open here, too, and I realize with a sick-feeling dread that the idea has occurred to him, too. I know it has, because when he lets go of my head, he grabs my hips and lifts me up to rest on top of that dumpster, instead. One side is closed but the other is open and even though I'm barely there inside my head from pain and arousal, I can see inside the dumpster - the rotting food, wriggling maggots, and trash all sitting there in a filthy pile... just like me. The pressure at my cunthole's only growing - it hurts because that tear goes all the way to the little ring of muscle at my pisshole, but he doesn't care. I'm still crying but it's silent now - I've cum too many times to fight him, and I'm in too much pain to move. It's probably what he wanted, all along.

Right now, what he seems to want is inside me. I feel the smooth skin at the tip of his cock turn into that ugly red from whatever disease he has - it scrapes against my pussylips and my hole and I know that I'll have more than just bruises to remember this encounter by, if I get out of it. Another ugly, brutish grunt comes from that ogre as he starts to push with his hips, hands gripping at mine as he pulls me back onto a cock that's too big, too filthy, too disgusting to take.. but he's making me take it, anyway. The harder he pushes, the more he sinks into my abused cuntflesh. I feel every wart with excruciating detail, every little pustule as it bursts from how much of a tight squeeze it is. His filth mingles with my wetness and blood, and I take a shuddering breath as that familiar need and heat starts to build up deep inside my pussy. It knows what's coming - the fullness, the cum, the heat, the pressure... but I know how painful it's going to be. I don't think I'm going to be able to bare it.

I'm wordless, silent except for whimpers that come with my breathing. I feel a thunk as that garbage bin hits the wall behind it - it rolled as far as it could and now there's no where left to go for that huge, cum-heavy slab of meat, but in. And in he goes, too - my blood mixes together with my juices from earlier enough to aid his forced slide in, quick and sudden with an almost audible 'pop' as the rise of his glans disappears into my pink pussyflesh. When my hole tries to close up behind his head, I feel that dickcheese - fetid and potent, likely the buildup of months' worth of no showers - start to sink into me, too.. and I can't help but start crying, again. He's spreading me more open than I've ever felt before and the pain is sharp, focused right at the ridge of his fat prick's crown as he keeps sinking into me, smearing my abused hole with his unwashed buildup as he buries himself inside. Millimeter by millimeter, I feel the ogre force his inhuman dick inside me, diseased warts and all. It aches, it burns.. my whole body is trembling as he prys me apart inside, leaving a slug-slime trail of precum inside my pussy as he goes. I try to say 'stop' but nothing comes out from my fucked-raw throat because I'm ruined. I feel his prick get wider the deeper he slides, I realize that it's not just my throat and my pisshole, but all of me that's going to be destroyed by this creature's blood-heavy tool tonight. The revelation comes with a breathless, pained sob as I try to claw myself away from him - what was supposed to be a hot, hot night filled with cum and wanton sex has turned into my brutal raping - and I don't know if I'll walk away from it, or not.

His dick's hard and heavy and almost too hot, lodged inside my cunt like it is. I know there's at least five inches still outside of me but with how he's already straining to squeeze it into my body, I don't know how the rest will fit.. except deep, deep down inside - perhaps even in the place that ogre's trying to reach - I know that it will happen one way or another. That thought just gets proved to me as his grip on my hips tightens; I can feel his gut brush against my ass as he pulls back and for a moment, I think that even though my cunt nearly turns inside-out with how over-stretched it is, I might finally be free of that cum-coated, defomed cock. Until, a second later, that thought gets shattered by a brutal, backwards jerk on my hips that find his shaft driving deep and bruising into the swollen folds of my cunt. It tears a scream from me and I start struggling, it hurts, it hurts, oh, fuck, it hurts! The pain's the only thing I can focus on as that infected meat slowly pulls back from my cunt.

I'm quivering and my breath is shallow as I stare at the wall across the alley. I feel blank - I feel numb with a twisting pain in my cunt as I wonder if this could really be happening to me. Reality crashes back in with another cruel thrust, just so he can bury that meaty head two inches deeper than he had it before. I feel my stomach distend, guts stretching out as he shoves himself against the wall of my pussy but he's not even hilted and it already feels unbearable. I don't know how much more I can take but I do know I'm crying again - my whole body's trembling as I scramble to pull myself away, movements slow and dreamlike. It doesn't help. When he pulls back, I feel cold air and I realize that my ass and thighs are getting slick now, too. It's a painful contrast to that hot rod of flesh the ogre keeps in me, the head burning in my swollen cunt like a coal. My thighs are shaking too badly to even try to kick or flee and I bear down to try and push his disease-riddled prick out of me, but it just makes him laugh. It's low and mean, just like that iron grip on my hips as he holds me in place. I'm like a pocket-pussy to him, I realize... except more interactive.

I hear that ugly laugh, urr-urr-urr, come from the ogre behind me as his thumbs move to spread my cheeks open. Even if I were to try and clench, I wouldn't be able to stop him, so I don't. I can feel him stare down at my cunt, spread so wide and so taut that it feels as if it could split at any moment, and it makes me feel ashamed. My cock-hungry pussy's getting exactly what it wanted, now, and behind that bruised ache and that throbbing pain, I can feel a different kind of hurt rising inside me... I just don't know what it is. The ogre doesn't seem to care that my crying's gotten worse the longer he stares, he just wants to sate his eyes. He shifts in place and his dick jumps, and with it go my hips in a little jolt that tears a fresh sob right out of me. I know he had to have heard because he starts moving, right after, his bulk shifting behind me as he steps closer to the dumpster. It makes me slide up on it and I feel this big, pig-faced ogre adjust his grip on me in a way that makes me go tense with anticipatory terror about what's to come.

I know it's going to hurt. I know it is, but I have no idea how much - I just know that his breathing is heavy and sounds only a little strained. It makes me dread what the rest of my night may turn into until a second later when all thought is driven from my mind by an explosion of pain. The ogre tightens his grip at the same time he jerks me back onto his fat prick and I can feel it lance through me again with a sharp, cutting pain that overshadows everything else. I feel that pain bloom in tandem with the merciless, brutal path of his prick's weeping, bulbous head and I know deep down that he's tearing me open as he starts to fuck me in earnest. The agony of him pulling out and re-stretching fresh tears mixes together with the mind-numbing ache of him pulling my pussy inside-out; he's too big and I feel his cockhead literally drag my insides out every time he rips himself back out of me. It hurts so much and I'm staring at the wall, mouth open in a silent scream as I clutch, white-knuckled, at the lid of the dumpster underneath me. There's no comfort in the slimy, cold plastic, and no comfort in the ogre's grip, either.

His gut is bumping more and more into my ass as he tears me wide open, fucking my pussy with a violent fervor as he leaves behind thick, gloopy smears of his precum. There's so much of it that it's starting to pool deep inside me, right against my cervix every time his pockmarked cockhead slams into it. There's so much - too much! I hear a keening noise and I realize it's me, making one long, pitiful, crying note that's only interrupted by every slam of that wickedly long tool. My cervix aches with the pressure and I realize that the longer he fucks me, the more I can feel my pisshole turning into hamburger meat thanks to the brutality of his thrusts. His prick's skin is rough - rougher than a human's by far, rubbing me raw like sandpaper while the slick, shiny skin at the swollen tip coats my bloody insides with endless, salty precum. I knew that ogres were rough - they had a reputation, but nobody had ever prepared me for how rough. My heart's pounding in my chest and I heave, again, and this time my stomach pumps up bile and thick chunks of cum that drool out of my throat and from the side of my mouth like he's fucked himself clean through me. I would believe it, if he had.

I can feel his thrusts getting harder as his grunts get more frequent and frustrated - the root of his prick is as broad as two fists. There's no knot, just a taper that I think might be even worse because it just keeps getting thicker the more he plugs it into me. I can barely feel the tickle of pungent, coarse hair at his groin, but with every schlorp-schlrop of his battering-ram prick, I realize that he's barely two inches away from hilting me. I feel a sharp pain in my cervix and it makes me draw a sharp, shuddering breath before I scream, again. It doesn't stop.. The pain doesn't stop because I realized the ogre has stepped closer and now, with every thrust forwards, he's forcing his way into my pussy to feed it the cock it's always wanted. My wetness is so mixed with blood that it looks pink, now, with foamy bubbles that I can't see but can feel in a way that's almost surreal. I have a moment where I can feel my cervix spread wider and wider with every ram home, cockhead pressing on it harder and harder as he fucks me open for his own gain.

I beg silently for it to end but it doesn't. I feel my hips strain and then cramp, suddenly, as that ogre twists my legs open wider. I realize that he's trying to hilt himself; his stomach is resting on top of me, now, with his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. Smack-smack-smack-smack-smack, over and over, until I'm writhing both with pain and that awful, building feeling of hurt deep inside me... except now it's tinged with pleasure. I cry out 'stop' and it's ragged and drags on, hiccuping with his thrusts, but he doesn't seem to care. What he does do is speed up - my plea for mercy turns into more tears as I try to curl in on myself but can't. His cock's too big, and I feel that tear worsening with sharp little bursts as he finally draws close to taking me up to the root. He fucks like an animal - like something with only one purpose. My tears mean nothing to him and even goad him on - I realize too late that he starts to gauge how loud I scream and sob whenever he does something.

By the time I do understand, he's moved my hips so that every single time his gooey, drooling prick punches against my cervix like a fist, it bursts part-way through it before schlorping right back out. His balls are still slapping hard and rough against the outside of my cunt as he fucks me like a toy, too, making my eyes roll back in my head as I beg for it to be over. My words are slurring together in this gross way because I'm almost delirious with the pain. I wish I would black out but I'm not and I think that maybe it hurts so much that it's keeping me awake. I can hear the plipplip of wetness hitting the already-disgusting ground beneath my cunt and between my legs, just like I can hear the sound of suction inside myself whenever the ogre pulls himself back out of my swollen, bloody cervix. I know it must be bleeding by now, with how he's been driving his wart-covered tool into me with such fervor.. and just when I don't think there's a pain worse than what I'm feeling, things suddenly get so, so much worse.

He grabs me by the stomach and grips his cock through my skin, muscle, and guts. It marks a sudden change in his thrusts - they go from long, brutal strokes to machine-gun fucking as he grips himself through me. Slapslapslapslapslap, his balls hit my clit over and over as I feel him force his filthy cock through my stretched-tight cervical muscle. I think that I do black out for a second, but it's not long enough, because when I come to again I feel the slimy squelch of the remaining dickcheese get plastered against my cervix as he moves to pull out-.. except I think he can't. The crown of his infected cockhead catches on the inside of my uterus, and I realize it's because he's squeezing my cunt so tight that he's semi-permanently locked himself inside. His hips are grinding against the outside of my blood-and-cum slicked cunt - the wide, treetrunk base of his cock is the only thing fucking the entrance to my hole, now. It stretches me over and over again, tearing me worse and worse until those plip-plips on the ground get more frequent.

I'm still shaking when I feel the first smear of mucous-thick precum get stuck to the top of my uterus, and even though I try to push him out, the clutch of his hand thwarts all my efforts. The ogre keeps fucking into me, the ridge of his glans bumping back against my cervix to stretch it out to its peak before he drives back home again, hard enough that I can actually feel a jet of precum burst against my uterine walls. The next time I sob out 'stop', I can't hear myself talk - it's silent and hoarse, and I hear another malicious laugh come from that beast behind me. I should have learned - I should have stayed quiet, but it's too late. The whole dumpster starts thumping with how hard he's raping me - I feel it move and I feel him step after it, another thick surge of precum depositing itself right into my deepest place as his balls tighten up a little. I feel them rub against my clit, rough and leathery and just as hairy as the rest of his groin, and a tiny jolt fizzles through me and makes my cunt spasm around him.

He makes a noise and I know he felt it. I start to panic, breathing becoming erratic as I start to claw at the black plastic lid because if he felt it, he'll try to make it happen again, and I'm scared. There's another wet SLAP of his hefty, weighty orbs against my throbbing clit and my whole body jerks, dread intensifying when I hear him utter a guttural 'ooooo'. The spasms burn, my ragged cunnie screaming for relief, but none comes. My legs are hanging limp against the dumpster side, knees bumping into the metal as that ogre smashes me between it and himself. He's heavy and warm and I smell piss, sex, and finally, blood. That fear growing in me only gets worse but it's so hard to focus on when every thrust of that huge slab of cockmeat spears me, through and through, filling me up with his gooey precum and the bulbous, blood-engorged swell of his prick. His thrusts are getting erratic and I can feel his balls scraping against me, still, just like I can feel the unforgiving, overwhelming girth of his cock squelching into me time and time again.

He's going to cum inside me. It's a realization that makes me heave again but all that comes out is another gloop of cum that I'm forced to swallow down of my own free wIll, or choke on. I swallow and feel the lump travel all the way down into my bruised stomach, and at the same time, I hear a loud, heavy-sounding groan come from my rapist. He's started to stroke himself through me - it bruises my insides and I can feel them moving inside me, and what's worse is that I can feel them moving around that hideous bulb buried in me... His cock's head, heavy with blood and precum. He grinds the walls of my uterus against him, making sure to clutch behind the head. I feel like I know why - because he's marking me with his filth, that creamy, pungent goop that his foreskin had been hiding the whole time. It's just like he's marked me with his disease, popping his blisters inside my cunt and against my cervix so I'm as filthy as him. I wonder why, but only for a fraction of a second.

I can't think after that. I can't because there's a sudden burst inside me, a flood of chunky, creamy cum that splurts from that wide-open slit to bathe my uterus, completely and totally. I can feel myself swelling already as he grips just behind my cervix, humping back and forwards into his fingers and my body like he's trying to wring every drop out of himself. He must know it hurts because I'm spasming around him in little, involuntary jerks, going tight and then tighter, but I know it has to feel wonderful for him. I know, because I can feel the slosh of his hot load inside me, moving around and rippling with every haphazard, brutal thrust. It's so hot inside me that I can't take it and my eyes squeeze closed, but I don't get to feel the blissful embrace of blacking out. No-- I feel the leathery, puckered skin of his balls grinding up and down against my clit as he rolls his hips good and hard against my pelvis. That brief spark of sensation is growing the more he does it - the more that thick, creamy spunk gets pumped into me like I'm his own personal cumdumpster. Cumdumpster.. it's funny to me, how I find it funny for a brief second before that pain washes back over me, my body spasming again in agony. The ogre is growling behind me because it's his second climax inside my body and this one is less loud, but just as powerful, and he's milking it for as long as he can. I can feel him breathe deep, crushing his stomach against me with every breath, just like I can feel his sack rubbing, slippery and bloody-wet over my hypersensitive clitty.

The next time he jerks my insides down just so he can jam the very tip of his cock up against the top of my uterus, his balls tighten up for one more good, thick tidal-wave of cum and I feel myself get shoved over the edge into a new kind of blackness. It's electric - the pain blends together with a sudden, ruthless orgasm and I start to jerk around him almost like a seizure. It's not a seizure, though - it's a climax where my cunt and cervix desperately try to flutter tighter around that thick intruder, straining and clutching with little lancing spikes of pain all throughout. I'm damaging myself more as I cum, but the only thing I can think about is grinding my hips down onto the ogre's cock - it's an utterly overwhelming NEED. I can hear him keep grunting as I fuck my raped-open cunt down onto his shaft, my pussyhole kissing the very thickest part of the root of his cock. Even my uterus is clutching around his cockhead, spasming to rub up against that swollen, wart-covered flesh like I need every drop of cum I can get from him. And in that moment, I do. I desperately need it - I want him to cum in me because I know it will be over, so I fuck my cervix up against the proud ridge of his cockhead and I squeeze my destroyed cunt around a veiny, unwashed shaft that's bigger than both my forearms. I do it because I'm cumming, and because I need every drop so he won't have any left to give.

It feels like forever. I fuck myself on him for a good two minutes more, sobbing and gasping and moaning as I slip and slide around his blood-covered prick while blood and precum drip on the ground. My body is wracked with trembling as I sob and say 'please' and 'yes' while I try desperately to stuff myself back on him, cunt gaping as wide as it will go, to ensure that I drain those beautiful, disgusting, pungent balls of every last drop. I want it, and I need it, and when I finally black out, it's because that ogre is finally pulling out with a 'schlorp' that brings my whole cunt out to prolapse out and thud against the slimy, trash-coated side of the dumpster. There's ragged tears in it the flesh from hole to cervix where raw red gapes wide open, but I don't see that - I just see nothing as I pass out while that ogre tucks his gore-covered dick back in his pants, his front coated in blood and his balls two loads of cum lighter than he was before.