Elana Twists Some Sisters
Copyright© 2026 by Francis Penny
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Elana sets up a challenge for a pair of sisters in order to make them face their natural selves. There's a prize if they can resist. Will Elana's plot work or can they win the prize despite her plans.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Hermaphrodite Shemale TransGender Fiction Futanari Incest Sister BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Sadistic Gang Bang Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Pegging Pregnancy Scatology Sex Toys Spitting Squirting Tit-Fucking Water Sports Hairy Small Breasts Revenge Transformation
Elana, bound and at the mercy of the futanari sisters, was led out of the room, up the stairs and into the pouring rain. The cold water pelted her naked skin, but she barely noticed, her mind was consumed by her desire. She was led behind the building, into the swamp that lay behind it. None of them knew where they were going. Linda went first, searching for something. They dragged Elana through the storm, her bare feet sinking into the muddy ground. After a few mintes, they stopped. Linda found what she was looking for. Elana looked up to see a putrid pond with only enough water in it to form a thick layer of soupy mud. The smell was detestable.
“Here’s your chance to prove yourself, Elana,” Desiree said, pushing her towards the pond. “Show us how much you want to be our cum-filled whore.” Elana stumbled forward, her ankles sinking into the muddy bank of the pond. Her feet stuck a little each time she took a step. “Fuck yourself the way you made Linda and I do.” Elana looked down at her cock. Even flacid, it reached her knees. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but she had relinquished herself to depavity. She took a deep breath, steeling herself. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around her shaft, guiding it towards her entrance. She was soaked, her desire overcoming any revulsion she felt for the pond. She pressed the tip against her opening, feeling the cool, filthy water against her sensitive skin.
“Look at that, sisters,” Lucy sneered, “Our little whore is enjoying herself. I don’t know if her legs are wetter from the rain or her dripping snatch.”
Elana felt no shame, only apprehension about how far her futa desires would take her.looked up at them, her eyes pleading. “Please, watch me degrade myself for you.” she said.
Desiree, her eyes gleaming with lust, nodded. “Go on, Elana. Show us how much you want to be our cum-filled slut.”
Elana shook uncontrollably as she pushed her cock into herself. She moaned. Filling herself with her own shaft was a far superior sensation to being fucked by someone else. Elana lowered herself to her knees. The ground pushe her hardening cock all the way inside. She sank down further, smashing the dick head against her cervix. Because the ground was so slick, she began to slide down the bank toward the pond. She had to hop on her knees backward to avoid sliding into it, her hands clawing at the muddy ground for purchase. Each hops caused her cock to slam inside her. As soon as she stopped hopping, she began sliding down again. The sisters watched, their expressions a mix of disgust and fascination as Elana inched closer to the putrid water.
“Come on, Elana,” Linda taunted, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain. “Show us how much you want to be our little pond slut.” Elana knew Valerie’s seed would likely find her ovum first, but the thought of truly impregnating herself again frightened her. She remembered the first time it had happened. When Malachi had made her impregnate herself, she had vibrate with an orgasm so powerful, she thought it would kill her. Elana stayed still and continued her slow descent, sliding toward the edge of the muck. At the last moment she hopped backward again, her body tensing with each hop. With every movement, her cock slid in and out of her, the sensation overwhelming. She could feel her desire growing, her futa nature overriding her will. She could feel the cum inside her, the sperm in her balls begging to be let out, but she still held on. She wouldn’t give in. Not yet.
“Look at her, sisters,” Lucy cackled, “Our little whore is fucking herself on her own cock. She’s loving it.” Valerie watched with sympathy and also satisfaction. She didn’t know if she wanted her seed or Elana’s own, to plant a baby in that belly. Maybe Elana would have twins with different fathers.
Elana looked up at them, her eyes filled with tears. “I ... I can’t help it,” she gasped, “It feels so good. I need ... I need more.”
Linda, her expression hard, stepped forward, her voice cold. “You want more, Elana? You want us to use you? To fill you with our cum?”
Elana nodded, weeping. “Yes,” she moaned, “Please. Use me. Fill me. Make me your cum-filled whore.” It was hard to make out some of the words through the sobs.
“You’re truly a broken wreck of a person compared to who you were a few minutes ago.” said Linda, shaking her head.
Elana had reached the edge again. She hopped backward, gasping each time. She slid back down again and teetered on the edge, trying to maintain her balance. She was forcde to hop bacward on her knees again to avoid falling in. Her cock, slick with her arousal and the filthy water, slid in and out of her with each hop, the sensation becoming almost unbearable. She could feel her consciuosness slipping away, her balls tightening with the effort to restrain their payload.
“Please,” she gasped, her eyes looking upward as her neck arched backward, “I’m so close. I need ... I need to cum.”
“Say it, Elana,” Lucy said in a clear command. “Say that you’re our little pond slut. Say that you exist only to please us.”
Elana desperate to avoid cloning herself a second time, obeyed. “I ... I am your little pond slut,” she panted, “I exist only to please you.” Valerie stepped forward. “No, Elana. That’s not enough. You must make YOURSELF believe it. Say it so that it convinces us you truly believe that you are our little pond slut.”
Elana’s eyes flickered with a moment of defiance and anger, but it was quickly replaced by a look of determination. She took a deep breath and yelled. “I ... I am your little pond slut!” she repeated, her voice stronger this time. “I believe it! I truly believe that I exist only to please you, and be filled with your cum!”
The sisters exchanged a glance, a cruel smile playing on their lips. They could see the change in Elana’s eyes, the spark of defiance replaced by a blank acceptance. They knew she had crossed a line, that she was now truly theirs to command.
“Good,” Lucy said, her voice laced with satisfaction. “Now, show us how much you believe it. Breed yourself, whore.”
Elana began to move again, her hips thrusting forward, pushing her cock deeper. Her mind toppled into the abyss. Her movements became frantic, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her release. The rain pounded down, the thunder roared, and Elana screamed, her body convulsing as she climaxed. Her cock pulsed, swelling further as it released a torrent of cum inside herself. Elana’s body was wracked with pleasure. She slid, falling face first into the muck, her cock still twitching as it filled her with more semen. The sisters watched, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and disgust, as Elana lay in the pond, her body trembling with the orgasm.
Elana pulled up her face for air as she lay in the putrid pond, her body wracked with a perverse pleasure. Her eyes flashed open, the world around her fading into a blur of green and brown as she focused inward, her senses heightened by the filth that surrounded her. The stench should have revolted her, but it only served to fuel the fire burning within her. Her mind’s eye traced the path of her penis, trapped inside her own vagina, a cruel twist of fate that she had orchestrated herself. She could feel every ridge, every vein, as it slid in and out of her, lubricated by her own arousal. The feeling was exquisite, a delicious torture that tortured her with each thrust. She imagined what it looked like inside her; her penis swelling, the head engorged and releasing its load. She could almost see the semen jetting out the tip, bursting forth and painting the walls of her own womb. The thought made her convulse, her nipples hardening into tight peaks beneath the murky water.
A second climax was building, a storm of unbridled senation approaching powerfully at breakneck pace. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach, a coil of tension ready to snap. Elana’s imagination ran wild, her body responding to the illicit images in her mind. She could almost feel the hot, sticky liquid filling her, the sensation of being bred by her own body pushing her to the next brink. The thought of her womb stretching to accommodate her release, of her eggs eager to be fertilized by her own sperm, caused her hips to buck involuntarily, her body ravenous for the sensation of being filled again. She was close, so close. She could feel the tension winding tighter, like a spring ready to snap. Her fingers dug into the mud, her knuckles clenthched with the effort of holding back. She wanted to prolong this feeling, to draw out her pleasure, but her body had other plans. Elana clawed her fingernails through the mud as her resolve crumbled. She couldn’t hold back any longer. She wanted it, needed it. She wanted to impregnate herself, to feel her own seed take root inside her. The thought was deviant, taboo, and it catapulted her over the edge.
This orgasm tore through her like a hurricane, a long and powerful wave of pleasure that left her without for air. Her lungs refused to inhale as she smashed the curve of her dick into the mud, causing her dickhead to bury itself as close as possible to her baby ovn. Rope after rope of semen hosed into her womb. Her vision gew dark, her hips bucking as she rode out the intensity, her mind a whirlwind of ecstasy.
She thought she could feel her eggs, ripe and ready, being bathed in her own seed, welcoming it, drawing it in. The thought of her womb being filled, of using her body in such a debased way, multiplied the demonic, heavenly experience. She came again, another wave crashing over her, leaving her trembling and spent at the bottom of the pond.
When the storm finally subsided, Elana lay there, her body limp and sated, her mind filled with the image of her own seed taking root. She had done it, she thought. She had impregnated herself. “Fuck!” Elana screamed, her voice echoing across the stagnant pond. “I did it! I fucking bred myself!” Her body was still trembling, her vagina clenching around her softening penis. “My own cum, filling me, fucking me, it’s ... it’s divine!” She could feel the sticky remnants leaking out of her, and she greedily pulled out her soar penis, and lapped up all she could. “I love the way it stretches me, fills me, makes me whole. I’m a fucking incubator, and I’ve been fucking fertilized!”
Her hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples. “Look at these, they’re already aching, preparing to make milk.” She let out a laugh, a sound that was part hysteria, part delight. “I can’t wait to see my belly grow, to feel my body change, to know that I did this, that I made this happen.”
She looked down at her body, her eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. “I love the way my pussy and my dick work together, how they fucking worship each other. I can be my own lover. I’m a slave to my cock. I love the taste of my own cum, the way it coats my tongue, my lips, my chin. I love the way it drips out of me, a fucking testament to my own debauchery. I love the way my body responds, my nipples hard, my pussy clenching, my dick throbbing. I love the way I can make myself cum, again and again, my body a never-ending well of pleasure. I love the way I can breed myself, fill my own womb with my own seed. I can defy nature; recreated myself. I am both hunter and the prey. I am Elana, the futanari, the fucking goddess of my own pleasure.”
The sound of splashing water interrupted Elana’s self-love fest. She looked up to see Desiree, Linda, Valerie, and Lucy wading into the pond, their expressions anything but friendly. Elana’s heart would have pounded in her chest, had it any strength left from her recent orgasms. She tried to stand, to face them, but her legs were weak and trembling from her self-induced ecstasy. She had forgotten the sisters were even watching. Elana’s eyes darted from one sister to the next.
Desiree, the eldest and most imposing, was the first to reach her. She grabbed Elana by the hair, pulling her roughly to her feet. “You thought you could fuck with us, Elana?” she barked, with anger and lust. “You just fucked yourself.”
Elana tried to speak, but all that came out was a squeak. Desiree didn’t wait for an answer. She spun Elana around, pushing her down so her chest was pressed against the muddy bank. Elana could feel Desiree’s hard dick pressing against her ass, could hear the sisters laughing as they surrounded her.
Desiree spit on Elana’s asshole, lubing it up. “Now WR’RE going to fuck you, Elana. We’re going to fuck you in every hole you’ve got, and maybe make some new ones.” Desiree was driven mad by the thought that she and Lucy might be carrying her child because of Elana. Elana felt the head of Desiree’s dick press against her asshole, demanding entry. She tried to squirm away, but Linda and Lucy grabbed her arms, holding her in place while Valerie knelt in front of her, her own dick already hard and ready.
“Please,” Elana begged, weakly. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry. Just don’t-”
Desiree cut her off with a harsh thrust, burying herself balls deep in Elana’s ass. Elana cried out, her body convulsing as it struggled to accommodate the sudden intrusion. The sisters laughed, a chorus of cruel, mocking sounds that echoed off the trees across the pond.
“You should have thought about that before you decided to play with our bodies as toys.” Linda sneered, her grip on Elana’s arm tightening. “Now, we’re going to play with you.”
Valerie took Linda’s words as her cue. She got behind Desiree, grabbed Elana’s hips, and thrust her dick into Elana’s pussy, filling her completely. Valerie’s dick stretched Elana’s pussy, filling her to the brim. Elana found new energy and screamed, her body arching as it tried to adjust to the sudden invasion. But the sisters showed no mercy. They began to move in tandem, fucking Elana mercilessly, their dicks sliding in and out of her ass and pussy with brutal force. Elana’s body was a battlefield, her holes a war zone. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure through her, her body a symphony of screams and moans. She could feel everything as they pounded into her, their rhythm relentless, their pace punishing.
Linda and Lucy held her arms, their grip like iron, their bodies leaning against her back, their dicks grinding against her sides, adding more friction, more pressure. Elana felt like she was being consumed, her body a vessel for their lust, their anger, their revenge.
Desiree reached around, her hand finding Elana’s dick, her fingers rubbing it roughly. “You like that, don’t you, Elana?” she sneered, her voice a harsh whisper in Elana’s ear. Elana whimpered, her soar, worn out cock sending pleasure through her, despite the pain and humiliation. She could feel yet another orgasm building somehow, her body responding to the sisters’ relentless assault, her traitorous dick hardening in Desiree’s grip.
Valerie, sensing Elana’s growing pleasure, pulled back, her dick sliding out of Elana’s pussy with a wet, slurping sound. Before Elana could register the loss, Lucy pushed her forward, her dick replacing Valerie’s. Lucy’s dick wasn’t as thick. It was a small relief for Elana, but it made her realize that she longed for Valerie’s larger size.
Desiree continued to work Elana’s dick, her grip tightening as she and Lucy fell into a brutal rhythm, fucking Elana’s ass and pussy in tandem. Their dicks slammed into her with enough force to make her teeth rattle. Lucy’s arms were shorter than Valerie’s, so she clung to her sister, leaning forward and laying her face on Desiree’s back. Linda, meanwhile, had moved to Elana’s front, her dick pressing against Elana’s lips, demanding entry.
“Open up!” Linda said in a harsh voice. When Elana hesitated, Linda grabbed her by the chin, forcing her mouth open. “I said, open up!” Linda repeated, her dick pushing past Elana’s lips, and into her mouth. Elana gagged, her eyes watering as Linda began to fuck her mouth, her dick sliding in and out, hitting the back of Elana’s throat with each thrust. Meanwhile, Desiree’s hand on Elana’s dick was relentless, her grip tight, her strokes fast and rough. The sisters could sense her impending release, and increased their rhythm with all their energy. Lucy and Desiree’s dicks were a constant presence in Elana’s ass and pussy, their hips moving in a brutal dance, their bodies slapping against Elana’s ass cheeks, leaving them red. Valerie enjoyed watching them as she pulled on her cock. Elana’s mind was a whirlwind of pain and pleasure, her body a battlefield of their lust. Linda’s dick was a choking her. Elana’s gag reflex working overtime, but the sisters showed no mercy. They were on a mission, a mission to fuck Elana to within an inch of her life, to make her feel every ounce of their anger, their lust, their need for revenge. They wanted her to understand, to truly comprehend the depth of her transgression, the magnitude of her crimes against them.
Elana’s anatomy followed its nature. Elana’s muscles clenching the dicks inside her as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. She screamed around Linda’s cock, her voice muffled by the thick flesh in her mouth. The three futas let out guttural cries of their own as they came together. Desiree’s hand movement became erratic as she too reached her peak. Her hand was covered in Elana’s cum. Lucy and Desiree’s dicks swelled inside Elana’s ass and pussy, the salty white result filling her, overflowing, dripping down her thighs. Lucy couldn’t help herself. She reached up and grabbed Desiree’s tits, pressing against her from behind. Suddely Lucy felt a warm spray. Valerie was hosing down all of them with her giant dick.
Linda emptied herself in Elana’s mouth, filling her belly with her own hot cum. Elana gagged, her body convulsing as she was filled, her own orgasm milking the three of them dry. She felt like she was drowning, her body a vessel for their lust, their anger, and their revenge. She was a mess, a testament to their desire, her body was a slop of water, sweat mud and jizz. All her holes were filled to the brim. The sisters, spent and satisfied, pulled out of Elana, their dicks glistening. Elana’s gaping holes felt inflated yet empty as the spunk flowed out into the mud beneath her.
To her surprise, Elana felt an insatiable desire to taste their semen. It was a primal need, a hunger that went beyond physical hunger. She wanted to swallow every drop of their cum, to absorb their essence into her. But she was too expended to move, so she looked up at the sisters, her eyes pleading.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming and the sisters’ dicks. “Let me taste you.”
The sisters looked at each other, a silent communication passing between them. They had planned to leave Elana like this, a broken, used toy. Elana, her eyes pleading, begged again, “Please, let me taste you.” Elana, unable to wait for their response, began to act on her primal need. She reached down, her fingers finding the semen leaking from her pussy and ass. She brought them to her lips, licking them clean, savoring the taste. It was salty, slightly bitter, but it was also them - Lucy, Valerie, Desiree, and Linda. She could taste their power, their strength, their revenge. It was intoxicating.
The sisters watched, their expressions ranging from surprise to disgust to pity. Elana, lost in her desire, didn’t notice. She was too busy exploring her own body, seeking out more of their essence. She ran her fingers along her thighs, collecting the cum that had dripped down, bringing it to her mouth, licking it off her fingers like a cat grooming itself. Elana, lost in her desire, finally realized there was no cum left that she could get to. The only source of semen left was her own dick. She looked up at the sisters, her eyes wild, her need for their essence overwhelming. Without a word, she reached down, her hand wrapping around her own dick, now soft and slick with cum and muck. She began to stroke it, her eyes never leaving the sisters, her desire for their approval burning in her gaze.
The sisters’ expressions were inscrutable. Elana could feel their eyes on her, their gazes like physical touches, igniting her body anew. She stroked herself faster, her body responding to their silent observation, her dick hardening once more.
Linda, the eldest and the most dominant among the sisters, stepped forward. She looked down at Elana, her expression cold. “You like this, don’t you?” she asked. Elana nodded, her body feeling the approach of another orgasm. “Yes,” she gasped, her hand moving faster, her aroused snake leaking pre-cum. Elana, emboldened by Linda’s attention, let go of her dick with one hand, rolled on her back and pulled her legs apart, exposing herself fully to the sisters. She leaned back, her body arching as she brought her dick towards her mouth, her tongue snaking out to lick the drooling hole. The sisters watched, with - was that admiration?
Elana, her body shivering from the cold water, managed to bring the tip of her dick to her lips. She looked up at the sisters, her eyes locked with Linda’s, and slowly, she took herself into her mouth. Linda’s eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. Elana could feel her body responding to the sisters’ reactions, her dick hardening further, her body tensing as she sucked herself. The sensation was indescribable. Elana could feel veins on her dick with her tongue and her lips. She could feel her own heartbeat pulsing in her dick. She moaned around her dick, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine.
Elana’s body wriggled in the murky water, her skin slick with mud and sweat. She moaned again, her eyes rolling back as she took herself deeper. The muck around her churned as she rocked back and forth, sending a wave of foul-smelling water washing over her, but she didn’t care. She was lost in her own pleasure, her own desire. She could feel the muck on her skin, in her hair, in her mouth. It was disgusting, but it only served to heighten her self-loathing fetish. She was filthy, debased, and she loved it. She loved the way the muck made her feel, the way it added more depravity to her actions. Elana looked up at the sisters. She was their entertainment. She wanted them to see her like this, to see her at her most vulnerable, her lowest state. She wanted them to know that she was theirs; that she would do anything for their approval.
She moaned again, her body convulsing as she came. Her dick sent forth its issue. She swallowed her own cum, the salty taste fulfilling her. But Elana didn’t stop. She was consumed by a thirst she couldn’t control and she needed to keep going. She pulled her dick out of her mouth, gasping for oxygen.
“You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” remarked Linda. Elana, her body still writhing, could only nod, her hand still stroking her dick, her body already wanting another climax.
Desiree, eyed her with curiosity. “Can she really keep going?” she asked. “I think she can. And she will, until she’s completely used up.”
Elana responded to those words. She looked up at them, her eyes pleading, “Please, let me cum again. Please. Please.” Elana begged.
Linda, replied. “Alright, Elana. You can cum again.”
Elana continued her work. Linda turned to the others, a look passing between them. Desiree and Lucy stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They each took one of Elana’s hands, pulling it away from her dick.
“Uh-uh, Elana,” Desiree chided, “You don’t get to touch yourself anymore.”
Elana whined, her body writhing in the muck. She could only use her mouth now to coax out her climax. Her tongue brought Elana to the edge of orgasm and then backed off, keeping her balanced on the precipice. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and muck, her skin flushed with arousal. She los control of her dick. A thick rope of cum shot out, landing with a splash in the murky water. Elana cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. But Linda and her sisters didn’t let up. They continued to tease Elana, their touches light, their movements calculated to keep Elana off balance.
Elana’s body a sick display in the moonlight. Her dick, despite its recent release, was already hardening again, her body responding to the sisters’ touch. “Please,” Elana begged, her voice ragged with desire, “Please, let me cum again. I need to cum again.” Linda looked down at her. “You’re greedy, aren’t you?” she said with mock amusement. Elana nodded, her body writhing, her dick throbbing with need. “Yes,” she gasped, “I’m greedy. I’m yours. Please, use me.” The futas moved in unison, each taking one of Elana’s arms and pulling her up to her knees. Elana’s body was weak from her earlier orgasms, but her dick was still ready.
Valerie, the oldest sister, stepped forward, her eyes cold. “She’s enjoying this too much. We’re just giving her what she wants.”
“What do you suggest?” asked Lucy.
“Open your mouth.” Valerie said turning to Elana. She squatted over Elana’s face, her asshole right above Elana’s mouth. As the other 3 watched, dumbfounded, Valerie began to push. Shit emerged from her ass and dropped onto Elana’s face, tongue, and mouth. “I want to watch you eat my shit.” she told Elana. “Swallow every last bit of it.” Valerie continued straddling her face, her asshole flexing.
“Push.” Linda urged, her eyes locked onto Valerie’s asshole. Valerie inhaled, pushing again. She felt her asshole open, felt the pressure build, and then, she felt it release. She shit onto Elana’s face, and filled her mouth with soft brown vileness.
Elana, her eyes wide open, began to chew, a strange look on her face. “More.” Linda, said excitedly, “Give her more.” Valerie pushed again, emptying the last contents of her bowels onto Elana. Lucy and Desiree glanced sideways at Linda with disturbed expressions.
Valerie rose and looked satisfyingly at Elana chewing the feces. She stepped back, but Linda moved forward. She scooped up some turds that had fallen off Elana’s face and began smearing them on Elana’s breasts and face. “Ewe!” said Valrie and Lucy simultaneously. Linda smashed the extrement into Elana’s mouth and rubbed some on Elana’s nose.
Desiree, in turn, reached up, her fingers scooping up a glob of the shit that clung to her hair. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean, her eyes locked onto Lucy’s. “My turn, Lucy,” she said, her voice husky with desire. Lucy, her eyes burning with lust, nodded, opening her mouth wide. Desiree, a wicked grin on her face, leaned in, pushing her fingers into Lucy’s mouth. Lucy, without hesitation, sucked on Desiree’s fingers, tasting the mixture of their shit and juices. She moaned, her tongue wrapping around Desiree’s fingers, cleaning them thoroughly.
Linda scooped up some of the watery shit that still remained in Elana’s mouth. She gathered more brown goodies that were stuck in Elana’s hair. She smashed it into a paste and rubbed i all over Elana’s dick, which was at full attention.
“Open your mouth, Elana,” she commanded. Elana, without hesitation, complied. She took Elana’s dick in her hand, guiding it towards Elana’s open mouth. “Suck yourself, Elana. Show us how greedy you really are.”
Elana took her filthy dick in her mouth, her tongue stretching out. She could taste the nasty, bitter taste of the filth. She moaned again, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. She began to suck herself, her body rushing with adrenaline. She could feel body thrusting, her dick straining into her shit-stained mouth. She looked up for approval. Linda, enjoying Elana’s torment, smirked. “Not yet, Elana. You’re not done entertaining us.” She nodded at Desiree and Lucy, who moved behind Elana, pushing her forward until she was bent over, her ass exposed to the night air. Elana moaned around her dick, the change in position sending waves of pleasure through her.
Lucy, watching Elana’s struggle with amusement, decided to up the ante. “You’re a shit-starved slut, Elana. A human toilet, desperate for anything that’ll fill up that greedy hole of yours. You’re nothing but a fucking cum filled, shit-eating whore who can’t get enough of that filthy taste, can you?” You’re a fucking sewer. A putrid, rotting sewer that needs to be cleaned out with a good, hard fucking. You’re a shit-stained, cum-soaked cunt who can’t get enough of that dirty, brown caviar aren’t you?” She knelt behind Elana, her hands gripping Elana’s ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Elana, feeling the cool air on her most intimate place, whimpered, her dick throbbing in her mouth.
“You’re so greedy,” Lucy said, her voice laced with mock sympathy. “So desperate to cum.” With that, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out, licking Elana’s asshole. Elana cried out, her body convulsing, her dick pulsing in her mouth. Orgasm was racing ever closer.
“Please,” Elana begged, her voice muffled by her dirty dick, “Please, let me cum, please,” Elana pleaded, her eyes watering from the intense stimulation. Lucy, enjoying Elana’s desperation, continued to tease her asshole, her tongue swirling, her fingers lightly grazing Elana’s taint. Elana’s body was a live wire, her nerves screaming with pleasure and need.