Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter II (2022) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica) - Sex Stories

Thanksgiving in Reverse, Chapter II (2022) (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

... leather corset and bustier, thongs, fishnet stockings, and black stiletto boots. Once Gina saw what Sindee had picked out for the twins, she had Karen dress the same, so the three had bikini tops and leather miniskirts that were too small for their asses. Marlene and Cathy wore matching little black dresses that were thin and filmy.

“So what now?” asked Luna.

“Now we go for a little ride,” said Gina.

“A ride? Dressed like this? No fucking way…” Luna started. Then Sindee slipped behind Luna and pressed her barely-restrained cock against the crack of Luna’s ass.

“Oh, please, keep protesting,” she whispered in Luna’s ear. “My cock and I love it when you argue.” She licked Luna’s earlobe then pulled Luna’s substantial ass cheeks apart, rubbed her thong-clad meat up and down across Luna’s asshole. Luna frowned, but stopped arguing.

Gina had an SUV that could ride all seven, so they piled in and started down the beach road towards the highway, but then continued past the interstate to the seedier part of the beach town.

“What the fuck?” Luna said. “Where are we going.”

Gina handed Luna, Abby, and Karen blindfolds.

“From here on out, it’s a secret until we tell you otherwise.”

Abby looked like she was about to protest, but thought better of it and put on the blindfold with her sister and mother.

Gina drove another mile then pulled up in front of an establishment. The lot was pretty full, but there was one space reserved out front. Gina pulled in and ...

... the crew clambered out.

Sindee attached leashes to Abby, Luna, and Karen, and they led their three slaves through the front door.

Inside was a large room with a mirrored stage on one side, and a runway leading out to the middle of the room. The stage and runway held a pair of brass poles. Some couches and tables were pushed to the side, and on them sat 27 women in lingerie or swimsuits. All conversation hushed when Sindee and the crew entered the building.

Along one side of the room was a huge buffet five layers deep, full of rice and pasta concoctions, protein shakes, milk, antacids, and the like. In the middle of the room in front of the stage was a large ten-foot-diameter plastic pool with three plastic chairs sitting inside. Sheets of plastic covered anything in the room that wasn’t already plastic, metal, or linoleum.

They led the twins and Karen to the pool in the center of the room and had them sit down in the chairs. Sindee, Gina, Cathy, and Marlene climbed onto the stage.

“You can take off your blindfolds now,” Gina said.

They did so and looked around. Karen smiled and caught Sindee’s eye, winking. Luna and Abby looked perplexed.

“What the fuck is going on?” Luna asked. “I didn’t agree too…” she started, then looked at Sindee, whose thong was struggling to contain her growing erection, and a growing stain of pre-come dampened the front. She trailed off, then added, “Can you at least tell me what’s going on?”

“Sure,” said Gina. “Twenty five ...