Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter III - Finale (2023) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... tricks.”

“Parlor tricks? Maybe. But the real questions is, would you like to join us?”

“Join you?” Gina asked.

“Okay, listen up,” Aphrodite said, taking control of the conversation again. “There are gods or goddesses for a lot of things in this world. Love, death, and health, among other things. But there is no god or goddess directly responsible for...you know...the thing you guys are here to do on your Thanksgiving holiday.”

“Puking?” Sindee asked.

“If you wish,” Aphrodite replied. “Puking, vomiting, tossing your cookies, whatever you want to call it. There are three goddesses that are involved with it currently – the goddess of health because often times it is involved in the healing process, the goddess of love because it can be a fetish to some, and the goddess of death because sometimes vomiting is a harbinger of the end of life. But we think it’s time for there to be a set of demigoddesses for vomit. And you seven are up for the position, if you improve your attitude. We have seen you display love in your vomit play, and you have been careful to be healthy in only doing it once a year and choosing your food carefully. So that satisfies me and Hygieia. But there’s still a matter of Persephone. You still need to satisfy the goddess of death.”

“I don’t think any of us are ready to die for this,” Sindee said. “This is just a kink we do once a year.”

“Nobody has to die, my dear,” Persephone said. “We just need you to get with some folks who ...

... are...already dead.”

“Zombies?” Asked Sindee.

“Corpses, my lovelies,” replied the goddess of death.

Next to Persephone, the mud bubbled and churned. Slowly, a stone mausoleum rose from the mud, the oily mud sliding off the white stone as it ascended, until it had fully erupted from the mud and stood on a little island of dry land near the death goddess. The mausoleum was about ten feet square and there were another six or seven feet of dry land on either side.

Persephone gestured and the iron door in front of the crypt opened, and a half dozen corpses spilled out onto the ground in front of it. The bodies were nasty, their stomachs looked like they had been torn open by some sort of predator and their insides laid bare. The body cavities were teeming with larvae and maggots. The smell was even worse than the stink under the pier had been the previous year.

Sindee felt her gorge rising again.

“What the fuck?” she said. “What are we supposed to do with these nasty things?”

“The same thing you do every year on Thanksgiving. Eat, vomit, repeat,” Persephone replied.

“This is nasty,” Karen murmured.

“Like that stopped you last year.”

While they had been talking, Abbie and Luna had moved to one of the corpses. The chubby goth twins, who had been the most timid about the whole vomit thing last year, seemed to be intrigued by the decomposing bodies before them. Abbie peeled off her bikini top and thong and knelt down next to the the corpse. She gazed into the ...