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

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

... Gina’s thong, rubbing her heavy labia. Gina didn’t make any sounds at this, but Sindee felt her body stiffen, and in response, Gina slid her finger almost all the way into Sindee’s asshole. Sindee stifled a gasp as Karen followed suit, and added another finger so suddenly Sindee had three fingers up her ass, stretching her sphincter open behind her thong. Had someone been following then they would have had a clear view of the crumpled pink inside Sindee’s gaping asshole. She gulped and felt her cock straining against the thong, ready to pop free.

Ahead, the others had reached a pier that jutted out from the boardwalk, blocking passage on the beach, and forcing beachcombers to use the boardwalk to continue down the beach past the pier. They all stopped beside the pier and Gina, Karen, and Sindee disengaged. Sindee noticed out of the corner of her eye that Karen quietly slipped two fingers in her mouth.

“This is a good place to turn around,” Cathy said. There were general nods of assent.

“You guys go,” Karen said. “Gina, Sindee and I are going to go up on the boardwalk for a few minutes.”

“Everything’s closed,” Luna said. “There’s not much point to that.”

“It’s fine,” Gina added. “You guys go ahead, we’ll be back in a bit.”

Sindee wasn’t sure what was happening, but she sensed that the real party was about to begin.

The others turned and started down the beach. Sindee, Gina, and Karen watched them go for a moment, then turned as if to walk up to the ...

... boardwalk. But a few feet up the ramp, Karen turned to the side, pulled off a loose piece of fencing, and ducked into the hidden space under the boardwalk and pier, gesturing them inside. Gina followed, then pulled the hesitant Sindee inside while Karen pushed the fencing back in its original position.

“What the…” Sindee started but Gina pressed a finger to her lips and pulled Sindee into the shadows.

The only light under the pier was the intermittent glow coming from between the slats of the pier and boardwalk above. The sounds of occasional footfalls above echoed in the dark.

Karen led the two of them to to the water’s edge. Under the pier behind a fence, the water didn’t circulate as much as out on the main beach, and it smelled foul and stagnant. The smell from the water was enhanced by the trash and debris that had collected under pier. A couple of dead fish lay along the water line, rotting and completing the noxious bouquet of fragrance that made Sindee realize it wouldn’t take much effort to unleash what was in her stomach.

On the far side of a pillar, hanging from a nail, were two soft coolers and a canvas tote – obviously planted earlier in the day by Karen. Sindee shook her head.

“You guys totally planned this,” she said.

“If you think tonight is hot, wait until tomorrow,” Gina said, winking. She pulled out a couple of more shakes and handed them around, then opened a plastic container with more pasta concoction.

The taste of the shake and the feel of ...