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

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

... hardening up after her last orgasm – not that it had ever gotten completely soft – and she coated it with a handful of puke from the pool and stroked her meat.

Sindee gestured to her grandmother, who slid her strap-on out of Abbie’s asshole. Abbie moaned as a lobe of pink slid out of her sphincter as well, covered in puke. Sindee grabbed Abbie’s hair and pulled her mouth next to Sindee’s pulsating, rock-hard nine inches. Abbie looked up at Sindee with doe eyes as Sindee pushed her cock into Abbie’s mouth.

Abbie made a choking noise but accepted Sindee’s throbbing meat. Sindee pushed it deeper and deeper into Abbie’s mouth, feeling the head of her cock slide down Abbie’s throat. Abbie gagged once, but otherwise let Sindee slide her cock all the way in until Sindee’s balls bumped up against Abbie’s chin. Abbie looked up and Sindee again with her doe eyes.

“Virgin…” Sindee sneered. “Yeah, right.”

Sindee pulled back and began pistoning her meat in and out of Abbie’s throat. After three strokes she felt Abbie retch, and a moment later a hot, chunky, foul mass of puke shot from her mouth around Sindee’s cock. Another retch and Abbie unloaded again and again across Sindee’s meat.

Sindee jerked her cock out of Abbie’s mouth and pulled Luna off of her mother’s strap-on. Sindee rammed her meat down Luna’s throat and after three strokes was rewarded with a load of puke that overfilled Luna’s mouth and shot out her nose. She coughed and gagged, but Sindee kept ...

... face-fucking her, triggering more rounds of vomit.

Sindee ripped her cock out of Luna’s mouth and rammed it back into Abbie’s, then back into Luna, going back and forth and finally leaving the twins kneeling on all fours in the filth in the pool vomiting hard into the muck.

“Lightweights” Sindee mumbled.

The day was wearing on and Sindee could tell that everyone was getting tired. The party probably didn’t have too much more to go. She sighed, then glanced over at Gina and Karen.

The GILF sisters were kissing, swapping thick streamers of vomit between them as hot dribbles of puke ran down across their gargantuan mommy-tits that were pressed together as they kissed. Sindee slipped up next to them, kissing them both.

Karen leaned over and whispered softly, only loud enough for Sindee and her grandmother to hear.

“Want to finish this in style?” she whispered. Sindee and Gina looked at each other, unsure what Karen had in mind, but both nodded.

Karen quietly led them back into the store room where they had found Luna and Abbie. She led them to a back corner and pulled open a trap door in the floor.

“These buildings were built in the 20s and had special back entrances for the bootleggers that came in through the storm drains.”

Karen took a flashlight from a shelf and climbed down a rickety set of stairs into a long, dark tunnel. The floor was coated in a layer of slimy water. Karen led them through the muck to a narrow pipe that the women had to crawl to get ...