This is a continuation of a prior storyline, and if you haven’t read the previous four stories, it will be very, very confusing. To get caught up, first check out the “Thanksgiving in Reverse” trilogy, Parts I – III, then read “The Priestess of Emesis – Volume I”.
There will probably be one more posting in this series after this one (to make for a second trilogy). I am shooting for Thanksgiving-ish.
This is meant as a deviant fantasy, not something to be emulated. Frequent vomiting is bad for you, and can even be deadly. Remember, there is always help available. (800-662-HELP).
Chapter 1
Uma, a Priestess of Emesis, stepped through the portal in the basement of the house she shared with her mother and sister, thus transporting herself to the Temple of Sindee, Goddess of All Emesis, on Mount Olympus. Uma had just gotten a text from Sindee requesting her presence. She stepped out of the portal and into the goddess’s private throne room.
“Hi, Sindee. You wished to see me?” Uma asked.
Sindee rose and hugged Uma. Both the women were wearing the light, translucent togas that goddesses tended to wear on Olympus. Uma’s slender body and small, firm tits pressed against Sindee’s more pendulous bust. Uma never got over the thrill she felt when her body was touching the divine. It sent tingles up her spine and a surge of juice through her slit.
“Yes,” Sindee said. “It’s been four months since you were made a priestess, and you’ve been doing a fantastic job. I appreciate you, and all my family appreciate you. Thank you.”
Uma bowed lightly. “Thank you. I’m glad you are pleased. If there is anything you want me to do differently, just please do not hold back.”
“I don’t have anything I want you to do differently, but I do have something to offer you.”
“What else can you possibly offer me?” Uma asked. “You’ve paid off our family’s home, you’ve given me a calling – an easy calling at that, you’ve built closer bonds between me and my family, what else could you possibly give me?”
“That’s why I called you here. I’ve been thinking. So far we have three priestesses. Besides you, the other two are people you recruited once I made you a priestess – your friend Teagan, and her mother, Angie. Teagan and Angie, do a great job, and Angie is…well…let’s just say she is one crazy bitch. But you remain the driving force, the coordinator, the project manager so to speak. You’re in charge.”
“True,” said Uma. “But I’m happy to…”
Sindee cut her off.
“I know you are happy,” the goddess said. “But I think I can make you happier.”
“How?”
“I want you to be my High Priestess, my main representative on the world below. You are already doing all the duties. It’s just a matter of making it official. But there’s one minor detail we need to straighten out.”
“Which is?” Uma asked.
“What’s between your legs.”
“What about it?” Uma replied, suddenly defensive. She involuntarily moved her hand in front of her crotch.
“I would like my High Priestess to have a cock, like I do.”
Uma was taken aback. A cock? She loved her pussy, why would she want a meat stick? That was Sindee’s gig, and occasionally Hecate would give one of her other bodies a cock. But her? Uma? A cock?
“I…I appreciate the idea…but I’m not sure. I…I don’t want to give up my…um…current plumbing.”
“I understand, and if it makes you feel any better, I’m willing to compromise and just replace your clit with a cock and leave everything else the way it is.”
That was…different. Uma felt her gaze drift off into the distance. “May I have a few days to think about it?” she asked.
“Of course, no rush,” Sindee said. “Take your time. I won’t force it on you, but it’s something I would love one of my priestesses to have, if you are willing. I promise, you won’t be disappointed.”
Uma nodded and bowed. As she was returning to her regular duties, the temple portal flashed and a goddess stepped out. She wore the usual diaphanous toga, but her face was covered by a dark veil that concealed her features. Sindee laid a hand on Uma’s shoulder.
“Don’t go just yet,” she said.
Chapter 2
Isabel slammed her car into park as the dust from her mother’s driveway settled in the early evening sunlight. She closed her eyes and gave herself a moment to calm down before she climbed out and walked unsteadily to her mother’s front door.
Her mother, Maria, had already heard Isabel’s Toyota tearing down the gravel driveway and she pulled the door open, surveying her daughter. Isabel’s face was partly covered by her long black hair. She was sniffling, her eyes were wet, and her cheeks were red – seemingly partly from crying and partly from just frustration. She had clearly come from work because she wore a modest business dress, though she had ditched her pumps and was barefoot, and it looked like she had taken off her bra underneath her dress. Though just 28-years-old, Isabel had filled out a little after the birth of a child, and the swell of her breasts and her hips were slightly visible, even in the formless business attire.
“Honey, what’s the matter?” Maria said. Isabel just reached out and hugged her mother and began sobbing into her shoulder. She soaked the white blouse Maria wore, and pasted her mother’s lightly-salted long-black hair to her neck. Maria was 47 and was an almost carbon-copy of her daughter, except 19 years later. She wore a pair of riding tights and boots – having just come in from the stable – and a white blouse that plunged enough to give a clear view of her more-than-ample cleavage.
Maria let her daughter cry on her for a moment, then gently led her to the couch in the front room of the ranch house, handed her a box of tissues, and brought them both beers.
Isabel, by this point had finally descended from full-on ugly crying to sniffles and occasional stray tears that she wiped away with a tissue. She took a long drag of her beer bottle, killing half of it in one slug, then leaned back on the couch.
“Mama, I can’t take it anymore…” Isabel started, paused for a fresh round of sniffles, then went on. “I can’t take it, I’m so frustrated with Paolo.”
“Frustrated? How?” her mother asked. “If that man has laid a finger on you in anger, I will round up some ranch hands…” she started but Isabel held up her hand.
“It’s not like that,” she said, wiping away another tear.
“Then what? Is he hurting my granddaughter? Did he lose his job? Is he drinking too much? Neglecting you? Sleeping around? What is it?”
“No, none of that,” Isabel said, with a brief sob. “He’s a perfect husband in almost every respect. He loves me so much, he adores little Nina, his job at the firm brings in a lot of money, he brings me flowers every other day, helps around the house…he does everything right. I love him. He is perfect in every way…except…”
There was a pause. Isabel finished off her beer and Maria sensed another one was in order so she fetched it. When Isabel had taken a more modest mouthful of the second beer, she looked down at the floor and shook her head.
“He is losing interest in…intimacy. We will go on a date together, and I will think things are about to get, you know, exciting. But when we get home and go to bed – he just wants to cuddle and go to sleep. I wear sexy night gowns or outfits to tease him, but he doesn’t seem to notice. I don’t know what to do. He is still a perfect husband – except he has become such a family man he has lost interest in sex – and when we do have it either I do all the work, or if he does the work he’s done in about two minutes. It’s so unsatisfying. I don’t want to get a divorce, I love him and our child so, but if your only sex life is a dildo in the bathtub, it isn’t very fulfilling no matter how many oils you put in the water.”
“You don’t think he’s cheating on you, do you?” Maria asked.
“No, Paolo would never so much as look at another woman. He’s far too in love with me and our little one.”
Maria nodded and the conversation lapsed into silence. Both women took slugs of their beers. Isabel sniffled one more time, then settled back in the couch, looking down at her hands in her lap.
“What do I do, mama?” Isabel asked. “What did you do after papa died and left you the ranch? You were so busy with the horses, I never seemed to see you slow down. How did you…you know…”
Maria seemed pensive, then slowly nodded.
“The time after your father passed was…difficult. And I can’t say things have always been easy since. You have several choices. If divorce is out of the question, and toys aren’t cutting it, you could always take a lover.”
“I can’t even think of making love to another man,” Isabel said petulantly, tossing her hair.
“What about a woman? I know you experimented when you were younger.”
“Nor a woman…”
Just then a knock came at the door, and the front door pushed open. Both women turned. It was Isabel’s grandmother, who lived in a cottage on the other side of the ranch. She had lived there since her husband had passed a few years ago.
“Isabel, dear, I thought I saw you come up the road. So good to see you.”
Isabel’s grandmother, Sierra, was 64. She was about Isabel’s height and had long, flowing hair that was mostly still black but thick bands of white emerged from above her temples. She had her hair pulled back in a pony tail that fell halfway down her back. She was slender like Isabel except with a few more curves, belying her age. But still, even at her age, and with a few comely wrinkles on her face, she was beautiful.
Even more so, Isabel knew that her grandmother had gotten involved in some sort of spiritual practice in recent months, and had even convinced her mother to get involved. Isabel could see a difference that was having on Sierra. She seemed younger, more beautiful, more vivacious. She could easily pass for a woman twenty years her junior.
Isabel and Sierra hugged, then Isabel sat back down on the couch.
“What brings you here tonight?” Sierra asked.
Isabel considered lying, but she was close enough with her grandmother that she figured she could be honest. She told her the same story she had told her mother. When she was finished, she sat back on the couch and sighed, a lone tear running down her cheek.
Isabel saw something pass silently between Sierra and Maria, a look, an unspoken conversation, then a decision. The two older women nodded.
“Let’s go for a little drive,” Maria said.
Chapter 3
Uma and Sindee watched their new visitor approach. Sindee nodded silently to their guest and led the three of them to a columned chamber in the back of the temple. Once she had closed the door, the stranger withdrew her veil.
“Oh…” Uma cried, bowing. “My goddess…I mean…my queen…I mean…Hera. What an honor.”
“Welcome to our temple,” Sindee said, also bowing. “It is an unexpected pleasure to greet the Queen of Olympus. How can we help you?”
A grim frown shadowed Hera’s face.
“I come looking for help,” she began. “But I need your assurances of discretion. This is a very sensitive, delicate matter.”
“Of course,” Sindee said. Uma nodded as well.
Hera sighed. “This is a painful story, so I will keep it short. Over a century ago, I had an ill-advised dalliance with an eagle. Yes, I know, gods and goddesses fucking anything that moves, it’s an old story. Unfortunately, something came of it. I birthed a being that was unlike anything in the earth and the heavens. I called her Aviana. Once she grew to adulthood, she looked like a normal human woman, except with a few differences. Instead of hair on her head, under her arms, and between her thighs, she had soft, downy feathers. They were actually quite delightful. Her other trait, and the one that ultimately led to trouble, was the fact that – like you – she was a woman but had a man’s endowments between her legs.
“I raised her and loved her as my child, keeping her out of Zeus’s way because, even though he knew of her, he preferred not to be reminded of her existence. She appeared to have inherited the gods’ immortality, and she lived in a house on a back street of Olympus for many years. I would visit her several times a week. And over decades, my relationship with Aviana turned…you know…special. My daughter became a paramour.”
“As is common among the gods,” Sindee said.
“You are kind,” Hera replied. “Everything went along wonderfully, for awhile. But then one day my daughter was inside me when something happened. Birds have the ability to regurgitate food to feed their young. Usually that happens when the young peck at a spot on their neck or under their beak. That day, as Aviana made love to me, I ran my hands up across her breasts, up her shoulders, to her neck. Somehow I triggered some bird-like reaction in her, because suddenly she vomited all over my face, my chest, my stomach.
“I was horrified, disgusted, revolted. Aviana apologized but I was in a rage and would have nothing of her apologies. I shoved her off of me and called her savage names while I wiped the foulness from my body. I…I spoke in anger at someone I loved almost more than I loved life itself. The next day, after I had calmed down, I returned to Aviana’s home to make my amends, but she was gone. I haven’t seen her since. I blame myself every day.”
Uma hugged Hera, and Sindee embraced them both. When they disconnected, Hera continued.
“Since you are the Goddess of Emesis, if my beloved daughter should ever show up within your temple walls, or at one of your worships, please let her know her mother is a bitch and regrets every harsh word she ever said. Even if we are no longer lovers, I want my daughter back. She stands about six feet tall and is beautiful, with aquiline feature. She used to pluck her feathers from her body when she wanted to blend in with humans, so she usually appeared bald and hairless. She would sometimes wear wigs, but often would just go bald in the world. And, as I noted, she has a unique talent for emesis. Please, I beg of you, let her know she is loved if you encounter her. Even if she wants nothing to do with me I can respect that, just please give her my love, and bring word of her to me.”
“We will,” Sindee said, placing her hand on Hera’s shoulder.
Uma thought that was about the end of the conversation, but apparently there was more on Hera’s mind, because she hesitated.
“Yes?” Sindee asked.
Hera sighed. “Should I have the opportunity to meet my daughter again…I don’t want to react the way I did the last time. I have some things to learn. I’d like your…uh, blessings, and your help. I…”
Hera had trailed off, but Sindee knew exactly what she was driving at. Uma did too.
“Of course,” Sindee whispered, reaching for the shoulder clasp that held Hera’s toga in place. The raiment fell to the floor. Uma ducked back out into the temple and called to one of the Goddesses of Death Emesis, Luna, who happened to be in the temple. The slightly chubby goth girl – Sindee’s cousin – followed Uma into the room, bowing briefly to Hera.
Sindee leaned forward and gently kissed Hera on the lips.
She unhooked Uma’s, Luna’s, and her own togas and Uma picked them up and set them aside. The four women stood naked.
Sindee reached over to Uma and ran her fingers lightly up her stomach. Suddenly Uma felt her tummy swell and fill. She smiled, she knew what was coming next. Sindee gently guided Hera to her knees, and Uma knelt next to her.
Uma leaned over and kissed Hera, a deep, passionate, full-mouthed kiss. Their tongues intertwined and Uma’s small, pert, hard nipples pressed against Hera’s large, soft, curvy mounds. It was divine. To Uma’s thinking the only thing that could have made that moment better was a thick layer of puke coating their tits, lubricating them.
She disengaged from Hera and looked up at Sindee and Luna. They, too, were kissing, their big, pendulous tits pressed against each other, Sindee’s monstrous cock sliding against Luna’s wet, meaty cunt lips. They disengaged and looked down at Hera.
Hera looked up nervously, opened her mouth, then closed it again.
“I want…but…I just…” she stammered.
Uma placed a finger on Hera’s lips, leaning over and sliding her lips down Sindee’s now-erect meat that was over a foot long. Uma had sucked Sindee’s cock more times that she could count in the short time she had been her priestess. She loved the feel, the taste, the sensation of her goddess’s hot blood pulsating through the throbbing veins. For a moment, she lost herself, then brought herself back around to the task at hand.
Uma slipped her mouth down Sindee’s meat, taking it all the way to her throat, pressing the thick tip against the back her her tongue. She gagged, dry heaving twice, then a glob of nasty slicked up from her stomach into her mouth.
Uma pulled back from Sindee’s cock, her mouth open, revealing the chunky, slick mess inside. Hera watched as Uma brought her lips to hers. Hera hesitated, then accepted the kiss, sliding her tongue into Uma’s mouth. The tip contacted Uma’s puke and Hera almost drew back, but forced herself to slip her tongue underneath it and flick it into her own mouth.
Uma moved back, her eyes locked on Hera’s as the goddess processed the vomit in her mouth. She gagged once, then took a deep breath, clearly fighting her gag reflex. Slowly she chewed. Her face slipped from horrified, to fascinated, to totally dialed in. She swallowed Uma’s thick spew, then nodded to Sindee’s cock.
Uma drove her mouth down her goddess’s meat, fellatiating her hard, pounding her own throat. She felt her stomach churn and get ready to unleash a much more substantial load. She managed to pull off of Sindee’s cock just in time to lean back and eject a thick river of puke down her own tits and stomach, sliding across her soaked cunt, forming a puddle between her kneeling thighs.
Sindee placed her hands on the back of Hera’s head and gently guided her face to Uma’s pert little vomit-covered tits. This time Hera didn’t hesitate, but dove in, licking the foul emesis from the high priestess’s pert little tits and long, rock-hard nipples. Her hot tongue roved over Uma’s chest, licking, sucking tasting. It was all new and it was all…divine.
Uma guided Hera’s face further down, nudging her between her thighs to her vomit-coated slit. She slid three fingers into her mouth and sent a fresh load coursing down her body, adding to the mess coating her cunt and puddled on the floor.
Hera was now on all fours, her face deep between Uma’s thighs, licking her puke-covered cunt, sucking up the puddle of the filth on the floor. Hera’s meaty ass and slit were propped up in the air and Luna ran her fingers across them gently. The Queen of Olympus’s pussy was soaked.
Luna glanced up at Sindee, who nodded, so she slid a finger from each hand, then two from each, into Hera’s asshole gently pulling it open. The sphincter parted and gaped readily, clearly no stranger to being stretched. Hera didn’t even slow down in her work on Uma’s cunt. Luna slid a third finger, then a fourth from each hand, then the goth goddess opened her mouth and shot a fresh, steaming load of vomit into Hera’s hole.
Hera moaned and closed her eyes, leaning her head against Uma’s thighs. Sindee and Uma sent fresh loads down Uma’s tits and tummy, coating Hera’s head and pasting her hair to her scalp. The queen goddess moaned again when Luna slid her fist into her stretched ass, using the vomit as lube. Chunks of puke pressed between Luna’s arm and the walls of Hera’s ass as the goddess of death emesis pile-drove her arm deeper and deeper into her queen’s vomit-laden hole, pounding her anus relentlessly.
“Fuck,” Hera moaned. “Deeper, faster.”
Luna complied, ripping her arm in and out of Hera’s hole. Hera came once, twice, a third time. Her face was pressed against Uma’s thighs as her assflesh prolapsed out of her gaped sphincter with each stroke. Finally, she reached back and put her hand on Luna’s arm.
“Goddess enough,” Hera murmured. Luna slowly slid her arm out, leaving Hera’s ass stretched, gaping, and distended several inches, vomit dribbling off the pink, inflamed flesh.
Hera leaned back, her own tummy sloshing, filled with the other women’s puke she had vacuumed up from Uma’s body. She kissed Uma, the two women swapping thick loads of vomit between them. Then Hera reached out and stroked Sindee’s cock.
“I guess it’s my turn,” she said.
Luna knelt down next to her, licking some of the remaining puke from Uma’s pert little tits and the residue from Hera’s pendulous pair. Seeing Hera’s hesitation, Luna leaned forward and slid her lips down Sindee’s rock-hard meat. Sindee moaned as Luna ejected a thick load of puke all over her cock and balls. Luna slipped back and kissed Hera, swapping the mouthful of emesis between them.
Hera sighed, leaned forward, and pulled Sindee’s pulsating meat into her maw. She hesitated again, so Sindee reached down, lay her hands gently on Hera’s head, and held her in place as she slowly slid her gargantuan cock into her Queen’s mouth.
Hera didn’t resist, and Sindee pushed her meat all the way in, her balls resting on Hera’s chin. Sindee gently tilted Hera’s head forward, pressing her cock hard against the back of her throat and jiggling it. Hera retched, then vomited violently, squirting puke out around Sindee’s cock and from her nose. Once, twice, three times she puked, then slipped back from Sindee, puke coating her face, her tits, and dribbling from her nose. She laughed, wiped her nose, then drove herself back down the thick shaft, eliciting a huge load of puke.
Sindee pulled her cock out of Hera’s mouth and Luna and Uma took over. Uma ran her lips down Hera’s neck to her monstrous mammaries, licking and sucking the foul puke that coated them. Hera’s long nipples were hard and erect, and Uma delighted in licking off the thick, noxious layer of vomit. Meanwhile, Luna had three fingers down Hera’s throat and was teasing out a fresh shot that covered Uma’s head and ran down her back and between her cute little ass cheeks. Uma reached up and slicked back her hair with her Queen’s vomit, pasting it to her head and making a nasty ponytail, then dove between her thighs, sucking the puke off Hera’s divine cunt.
Sindee had pulled one of her tits up to her mouth and was sucking on her own nipple as she watched Uma, Luna, and Hera going at it. Part of the joy of being a goddess of emesis is she took such empathic joy in watching others it took voyeurism to another level. She remembered that night before her first Thanksgiving when she secretly (or maybe not-so-secretly, she had never asked) watched her Aunt Cathy play with her own piss and puke. That took her to the edge so she backed off her stroking a little.
The action at her feet was slowing, so she gently lifted up Hera’s face by her chin.
“There’s one final act to your indoctrination,” Sindee said. “I think you know what that is.”
“Yes, my puke goddess” Hera murmured breathlessly, already knowing what was coming. She knelt on all fours and pointed her still-prolapsed asshole at Sindee.
Sindee knelt down and pulled Hera’s ass open wide, causing more flesh to tumble out. Sindee licked the vomit-covered assflesh, then sucked it into her mouth, loving the feeling of the fouled flesh. Hera’s back arched as she came from the soft sensation of her anal tissue in Sindee’s hot mouth.
Sindee slowly let the pink flesh slide gently from her lips, eliciting a fresh orgasm from Hera, whose head was pressed hard against the floor as serial climaxes rocked through her. The muscle spasms caused her ass to clench and unclench, sucking her assflesh back in and sending thick trickles of extruded puke sliding from her sphincter down her pulsating cunt.
Hera moaned again, then looked up at Sindee with doe eyes. Sindee unleashed a thick load into Hera’s asshole, then a second, then a third. The last overflowed the goddess’s asshole and ran down her thick prolapsed cunt. Sindee grabbed some of the overflow, coated her 18-inch cock with it, then slid her meat into Hera’s waiting, begging ass.
Hera screamed, moaned, and came yet again as Sindee’s meat slid into her yawning asshole, chunks of puke and lobes of assflesh squishing out of her steaming sphincter as it was displaced by a rock-hard, pulsating shaft. Vomit trickled off the mountain of pink tissue that was hanging out of Hera’s hole around Sindee’s cock. Luna pulled Hera’s face between her thighs, sending a shot of puke down between her tits, across her stomach, and along her cunt. Hera licked at the vomit greedily, her tongue lapping up the filth interspersed with moans of pleasure as was still coming repeatedly. Uma ejected a load down Luna’s chubby tits and stomach, then pulled the death emesis goddess’s big boob up to her mouth to suck off her own ejecta.
By now Hera had her face pressed against Luna’s thigh, her mouth agape, panting. Sindee could tell she was almost done in, so she gave one…two…three hard thrusts then unleashed her thick seed into her Queen’s yawning ass. Hera screamed and arched her back in a crushing final orgasm, then clutched Luna as Sindee emptied into her deepest caverns.
Spent, the Queen of Olympus slid to the floor, coated in vomit, her ass stretched open with pink flesh, puke, and semen dribbling out of the cavernous hole in a divinely disgusting creampie. She gave one final moan, then looked up at Sindee, Luna, and Uma.
“Thank you,” she whispered hoarsely.
Chapter 4
Isabel followed Maria and Sierra out to her mother’s car and they climbed in, heading down the driveway to the main road. Sierra pulled out her cell phone and was texting somebody.
“Where are we going?” Isabel asked.
“Es complicado…” murmured her grandmother, mixing languages. “Y una historia muy larga.”
“La version corta?”
“Si, I guess. Your great, great, great, great, great grandmother met a woman who was…shall we say…a little different from other girls. She told a strange story about running away from the gods. She was kind and loving, and our family took her in.”
“So…that was a long time ago,” Isabel shrugged. “What does that have to do with right now.”
“She’s still alive. We are going to see her.”
Isabel laughed. “Bullshit, abuelita. And if it’s not bullshit, what does it have to do with my…frustrations…”
“She’s a little unusual. She has helped the women in our family for many generations with our…frustrations…as you call them.”
“Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit,” Isabel said again, rolling her eyes. “Can we stop somewhere so I can get a bottle of Bacardi or Cuervo? If you are going to lie to me, I want to at least get good and drunk.”
“If we are lying to you, afterwards we’ll get you a hotel room, a couple bottles of tequila, and a male escort who’s hung like a horse.”
Isabel sneered. “If you just gave me the Tequila and a horse I’d probably be better off – and cheaper.”
“If that’s what you want, I’ll lock you in the stable when we get home and you can have at it, but first you have to have to come with us, and have an open mind for an hour. A completely open mind – open to anything.”
“Fine,” Isabel said.
“You mean it?” Sierra asked. “Completely open?”
There was something in her grandmother’s voice that gave Isabel pause. She realized that her mother and grandmother were completely serious. She had known them her entire life and they were both sane, rational women. Whatever they had going on, was worth investigating and considering, even it it sounded insane.
“Yeah,” Isabel replied, finally, nodding. “Completely open. 100%. Educate me. But I still suspect I will end my night fucking a horse.”
Maria laughed. “Not likely, but if it does end that way, I’ll join you.” She reached under her car seat and pulled out a bottle of tequila.
“Let’s drink to that,” she said, pulling a long swig and handing it to her mother, then to her daughter.
Isabel took several long draughts before she capped it and handed it back. The warmth worked its way down into her insides, spreading outwards.
Maybe this was going to be okay after all.
They drove for another twenty minutes which included a few more passes of the tequila bottle which went mostly down Isabel’s throat. When they finally stopped and got out of the car, Isabel’s head was swimming. It was a warm night and the beer and tequila on an empty stomach had her flushed. She indiscreetly undid most of the buttons on the top of her dress and waved her hands at her neck.
“Whew, I’m hot,” she said, her words coming out a little thick. She looked around. “What the fuck is this place? It looks like a church.”
“It’s a deconsecrated church that’s now a home. It’s where Ava lives,” Maria said.
“And who the fuck is this Ava?” While she wasn’t slurring her words, it was taking a little extra effort to make sure they came out okay.
“You’ll see, daughter. No more tequila for you.”
Maria and Sierra stood on either side of Isabel – just in case – and they walked up the front steps of the building. When they reached the front door, it opened and a woman stood there.
She cut quite a figure. She stood over six feet tall and had aquiline features. She had no hair, her head was bald. She wore a lightweight spaghetti crop top that clung to her substantial bust, and a pair of baggy cotton pedal pushers. She was barefoot. Isabel had to admit, this woman was striking in a way that was hard to pin down. Really striking, and she had an energy about her that was intoxicating and erotic – she might have even called it divine.
“Isabel, right?” the woman said.
Isabel was too tipsy to successfully do two things at once. And she was too busy taking stock of this strange woman – and assessing her own unexpectedly sexual response to her – to be able to answer. So she just nodded. Sierra provided a longer response for her.
“Yes, this is my granddaughter, Isabel. Isabel, this is Ava.”
Ava held out her hand. It took a second for Isabel to notice it, after which she politely reached out and took it. Ava pulled her in for a gentle, one-armed hug. The touch of shoulder-to-shoulder, breast-to-breast was pure sexual energy, intoxicating in its intensity. It hit Isabel like lightning and coursed through her alcohol-laden body. She let go of the handshake and went in for the kill, wrapping Ava in a full hug. The energy she felt from this strange woman was pure electricity. She felt her nipples hardening and herself getting wet between her thighs. What the hell?
Ava laughed. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you too,” she said.
When Isabel disengaged, Ava briefly hugged Maria and Sierra, then escorted them inside.
Isabel’s fogginess from the tequila was lightening slightly and she was able to process a little as this strange woman led them to her living room with several couches. They took seats and Isabel’s mother and grandmother made small talk with Ava for several minutes while Isabel sipped an offered glass of wine and studied Ava through lidded eyes. This strange bald woman had a way about her that was disarming, relaxing, and incredibly sexy. Isabel wasn’t a stranger to girls, she had experimented some in college, but she generally was attracted to guys, which is why she had married Paolo.
But this Ava woman was stirring things up in her that had her a little flustered.
Isabel noticed that her mother, who was on the same couch as Ava, had been slowly creeping closer to the woman. Their thighs were now touching and Maria’s crossed legs gave her an opportunity to gently caress her toes up and down Ava’s calf. Isabel was shocked, she had never seen her mother like this before. What the hell?
Ava leaned over and gave Maria a kiss, and Maria gently ran her fingers up the front of Ava’s top, teasing her substantial breast, circling the hard nipple that poked through from beneath. Ava returned the kiss.
What the fuck…?
Isabel glanced over and realized that Sierra had been watching her, a big smile on her face. She nodded to Isabel then tossed her chin in the direction of Ava, as if to say “go ahead”. Maria caught Sierra’s gesture and looked to Isabel, smiling. She leaned forward and made a “come hither” gesture with her finger, then stood up, making space on the couch. Ava’s face was flushed and her long, hard nipples were boring through the crop top.
This strange avian-looking woman smiled at Isabel and patted the couch next to her. Isabel gulped. She had promised her mother and grandmother to be open to anything. So even if she wanted to back out now, her pride wouldn’t let her. She guzzled the rest of her wine, stood up, and made her way shakily to the other couch, her tits swaying behind a dress that was opened far too deeply to be modest.
“Time to go big or go home,” she said to herself as she sat down next to Ava, pressing her thigh against the other woman’s. Ava put an arm around her shoulder.
“Your mother has told me about you over the years,” Ava said. “When you got married and seemed so happy, I wondered if I ever would get a chance to meet you. I’m glad I have. You’re divine.”
“Thank you,” Isabel replied, her hormones bubbling through her veins, her words tipsy. “I’ve never been into bald chicks before, but I think I can make an exception for you.”
Ava laughed. “You are a bold one,” she said. “But can you back up your words with your actions? I’m not your normal ‘bald chick.’”
Isabel, feeling even more like she had something to prove, leaned forward and kissed Ava on the lips.
The electricity that seemed to course through her was amazing. Ava met Isabel’s kiss firmly, her lips parting, their tongue intertwining. Isabel’s pussy was utterly soaked and her tits were hard as darts. Ava boldly slid her fingers inside of Isabel’s dress, running them lightly up her mom-tits, and squeezing her nipples. Isabel slipped her hand down Ava’s stomach to the top of her shorts. As soon as she reached for the button, Ava grabbed her hands.
“Not so fast,” she said, smiling. “You don’t know what’s down there.”
“I’ve been with a couple of girls, so I know exactly what’s down there and I want a taste,” Isabel said, peeling off her dress, kicking off her thong and kneeling between Ava’s thighs. Her mother and grandmother were completely forgotten, as were her husband and child. All Isabel cared about in her hazy, tequila-soaked brain, was this strange woman in front of her.
Ava again grabbed Isabel’s wrists and pulled her hands up to her lips, kissing them. Then she undid her shorts and pulled them down.
A throbbing foot-long cock popped free.
Isabel, who had been kneeling in front of her, leaned back and fell on her ass.
“What…what the fuck…you’re a guy?” Isabel blurted out.
“No, I’m a girl, but I have a cock,” Ava responded. “You don’t like cocks?”
Isabel glanced back at her grandmother and mother on the other couch. Had she not been tipsy and been paying attention, she would have noticed that her grandmother’s hands were inside her mother’s top and that her grandmother had ditched her tights. But she was too stunned to notice.
Maria just nodded at Ava encouragingly. Isabel turned back.
“Does this thing work?” she asked.
A hint of annoyance appeared on Ava’s face for the first time.
“Does this work?” she asked. “Does it work? I’ll show you how it works.”
With an amazing level of strength that belied her slender form, Ava reached down and picked up Isabel by her hips, spreading them apart and sliding her soaking cunt down her thick, pulsating meat. Then she took a couple of steps, pressed Isabel’s back against the wall, and began pistoning her 12 inches of cock firmly in and out of Isabel’s slit.
Isabel leaned forward and kissed Ava on the lips, their tits pressing together. She wrapped her legs around Ava’s hips and squeezed them in time with her thrusts, trying to drive her cock deeper and deeper into her. She had been sexually starved and now she was offered a foot-long banquet, so she was diving in with everything she had. The bird-like woman’s tip bounced off of Isabel’s cervix, bottoming out, but still she pushed her hips harder against Ava’s body, groaning each time the hard tip banged against her muscular ring. She ran her fingers down Ava’s tits and squeezed them, then pressed her lips back against hers.
Isabel slid her hands up Ava’s neck. When she got close to her throat, Ava stopped her motions and seized her hands.
“You probably don’t want to touch my throat like that,” Ava said.
“Why not?” Isabel asked breathlessly.
“Just…trust me,” was the only reply she received before Ava began pounding her cock into Isabel once more.
Ava ramped up the pace, Isabel moaned, disengaging from the kiss and leaning her head back against the wall, eyes closed, mouth open in an “O” as she felt her body twitch from a crushing orgasm. Her back arched and she grabbed Ava’s shoulder, trying to pull the cock even deeper. She came again. And again. Her sweat ran down her chest, mingling with Ava’s and making their tits slide across each other.
Ava gave a huge final thrust and a second later Isabel came again as a thick load of seed dumped into her raw, unprotected cunt, soaking her cervix, filling her up. The load was huge and overflowed her cunt, running down Isabel’s ass and Ava’s thighs. She pressed her lips against Ava’s as the two came in unison.
Ava lifted Isabel from the wall and gently set her back down on the couch, sliding her off her cock that was still hard and throbbing, thick dribbles of come slipping from the tip and mixing with her grool that was sliding off the shaft.
Ava sat down on the couch next to Isabel and they kissed. Isabel’s curiosity got the better of her and she quickly reached out and pressed her hands against Ava’s throat just underneath her jaw.
Without any warning, a huge ejection of vomit shot from Ava’s mouth, running down her tits and puddling between her thighs. Then came a second shot that landed directly in Isabel’s face. It was thick, soupy, and nasty. Isabel drew back momentarily shocked, but also suddenly stimulated. She had never been vomited on before. She was disgusted, but unexpectedly aroused. What the fuck? She found herself swallowing the puke that had landed in her mouth. It slid slickly down her throat, almost made her gag, but she managed to force it down.
Inside her, something shifted, some kind of an emotional churn. Somehow, this puke thing was enticing, sexy. She pulled some more of it to her mouth and swallowed it.
It was…erotic…and disgusting…all at once. Was that real or just the tequila talking?
Ava shook her head, but a smile gently haunted her lips. Maria and Sierra laughed.
“You really are a problem child,” Ava said, pinching one of Isabel’s nipples hard.
Ava seemed unphased by the puke that was now coating her tits and stomach. For Isabel, the tequila and the immense release of sexual tension began to overtake her. She fought the alcohol-induced sleep that pushed at her eyelids and looked over at the other couch.
Her grandmother and mother were naked, and her grandmother was on her knees between her mother’s thighs. Sierra was clearly eating out Maria and it looked like she had her hand past her wrist in Maria’s ass. Sierra was on all fours and her rear was pointed at Isabel. She could see her grandmother’s soaking wet slit and meaty, puckered asshole. Both holes were gaping wide and looked like they were no stranger to getting stretched wide open. In fact, they looked absolutely wrecked, her asshole was ragged and destroyed. What in the world had her grandmother been fucking?
Ava stroked her still-turgid cock. She took a thick, slick chunk of puke from her tits and rubbed it along her throbbing meat, then moved behind Isabel’s grandmother. Sierra looked up from her work between her daughter’s thighs and smiled at Ava. The bird-woman pulled another slick handful of puke from her body and shoved it inside Sierra’s yawning asshole, then used three fingers from each hand to pull it even wider, allowing the chunky puke to slide into her bowels. Ava touched her own throat and shot a fresh load into Sierra’s well-used ass, then slid her monster cock inside, using the puke as lube.
Sierra moaned and closed her eyes as Ava’s pulsating meat slid deep inside her bowels. Thick streamers of vomit were forced out of her ragged sphincter by the bird-woman’s wide, throbbing meat, slipping down across Sierra’s gaping, slightly prolapsed cunt. Maria slipped from the couch and knelt down on all fours beside her mother’s ass, licking the overflow and sliding her fingers into Sierra’s dripping cunt. Isabel could see her own mother’s cunt and asshole, and they were as gaping and wrecked as her grandmother’s had been.
What the fuck? Isabel’s tequila-addled brain struggled to comprehend what she was watching. Puke. Incest. Sodomy. A girl with a cock. Ragged, ruined cunts and asses. It was too much. The entire room stank of semen, puke, and wet pussy. And as she watched, her mother slid her entire fist into her grandmother’s cunt. Sierra screamed.
The tiny bit of awareness that remained in Isabel’s mind was shocked – but incredibly turned on. She looked at her mother’s ass and cunt, hovering there just a couple feet from her, begging for her attention. This was so wrong, but fuck if it wasn’t so right. She wanted her mother’s body, she wanted it NOW. She tried to rise from where she lay on the couch, but the tequila had finally overtaken her, and instead she rolled onto the floor, landing in a puddle of Ava’s vomit. The other women glanced at her, shook their heads, and went back to work, leaving her laying in her puddle of filth. Isabel’s last vision as she slipped from consciousness was of Ava sliding her ejaculating cock from Sierra, and Maria licking the puke and come from the throbbing, turgid meat that had just been inside her own mother’s asshole.
Isabel had a final “what the fuck” thought, then she slipped into sleep.
Chapter 5
Isabel awoke in her childhood bedroom. The sun was streaming in and the clock said it was almost noon. She swore softly behind a throbbing headache and a queasy stomach.
Her curse must have alerted her mother that she was awake, because a moment later Maria and Sierra entered. Maria had a tray containing a glass of water, two ibuprofen, two shots of tequila, and a steaming mug of coffee.
Isabel, remembering the previous evening, gazed at her mother with a skeptical eye as she swallowed the pills, drank half the glass of water, tossed back the hair of the dog, and sipped from the coffee.
“Paolo…” Isabel began.
“Your husband knows you won’t be home until tomorrow. We also let your job know you were under the weather,” Maria said.
“Under the weather,” Isabel laughed, though it made her head throb. “More like brutally hung over.”
“Whatever,” Maria said. “The important part is everyone knows where you are and won’t be worrying themselves. Now get up and shower. You stink. I’ll have breakfast waiting for you when you get done. We have much to talk about.”
“Yeah, I’ll say…”
Isabel took a quick shower, wrapped herself in a robe, and made her way down to the kitchen. By the time she arrived, the tequila, ibuprofen, and coffee were settling her system, and she realized she was actually hungry. The breakfast burritos her mother made were perfect.
Afterwards, the three women sat around the table sipping coffee. Isabel had been silent long enough, she had to speak what was on her mind.
“Last night, before I passed out…” she started.
“You made Ava vomit,” said her mother. “She told you not to touch her throat, but you did it anyway”
“Yeah, I fucked up – but you guys laughed about it like it was funny or okay. Then…you two were…you…that’s incest! And I was so turned on I wanted to join you! And your cootchies and assholes were all stretched and ragged. What the fuck!?!”
Maria opened a laptop, pulled up a browser and typed something into it, finally turning the screen to point at Maria.
Isabel looked back and forth between her mother and her grandmother, then slipped her eyes down to the computer screen, scanning down the web page.
“Sindee, the Goddess of Emesis?” Isabel said. “Emesis is vomiting, right? Is this what your spiritual practice is all about?”
“Yes, sort of,” Sierra said. “It’s complicated. And the situation with Ava is separate from that, but also sort of intertwined.”
Isabel’s grandmother sighed, then continued. “The women in our family have been looking to Ava for…comfort…for years. She’s a fallen goddess of sorts. She has always had a sensitive throat, and occasional vomiting from her has been part of the game. And, well, a little incest just sort of came along as well, and has for many years. My mother, aunt, and I had an amazing relationship. Then, recently, your mother and I discovered this spiritual practice, and it takes it to a whole other level, including the vomiting. Ava isn’t interested in taking part – yet – but we may be able to convince her. But your mother and I, we’re all in.”
Sierra reached over and flipped the website to a page explaining about how Sindee and her family became goddesses. Isabel could hardly believe what she was reading. It had to be bullshit. Then her mother showed her the pages with pictures of the last “full-bodied worship” on Labor Day weekend. Isabel was intrigued. It looked hot, it looked sexy…but puking?
Maria turned to a page that showed family members – mothers, daughters, etc, worshipping. Blatant incest. It was…wrong…but…wow, really hot. Despite being still hungover, she felt her nipples harden and her slit dampen.
She realized her face was flushed and looked up to see her mother and grandmother looking at her, knowing smiles on their faces. Sierra turned the laptop around and flipped through the images, until she found a video she wanted. She started it and pointed it at Isabel.
The video showed her mother pulling a gigantic dong out of her grandmother’s ass, then stretching it open with her fingers and vomiting into it. Sierra looked like she came, and her cunt and ass clenched and unclenched. Maria pressed her lips against Sierra’s asshole and sucked, gulping down all the puke she had just unloaded, then sucking Sierra’s thick, pink, prolapsed assflesh into her mouth. Isabel’s grandmother screamed and came as Isabel’s mother used her fist to shove the flesh roughly back inside Isabel’s grandmother’s body, pulled her asshole back open, and shot a fresh load of puke inside.
Isabel wanted to be mortified and disgusted – this was her mother and grandmother she was watching having filthy, vomiting, gaping, extreme sex. But instead she felt her pussy dripping and throbbing in arousal. When the video showed her mother sliding her entire hand and arm almost to the elbow into her grandmother’s ass, Isabel had to close her eyes and count her breaths or she would have come on the spot.
“Wow,” Isabel said when the video mercifully ended. “Just wow.”
Maria put her hand on her daughter’s knee.
“Next weekend is Thanksgiving, one of the weekends for full-bodied worship. It is the highest of the holidays in the Temple of Sindee. Join us. Try it.”
“Will my asshole and pussy look like yours? You guys are all stretched out and ragged. Why would I want that?”
Maria smiled. “You need a stretchy ass and cootchie if your mother and grandmother are going to fill it with their vomit. Once you decide you want in, that…sort of…is taken care of for you. It’s amazing, trust me.”
“Once I decide I want in,” Isabel replied. “IF I decide I want in.”
“You seemed pretty into that video,” Sierra purred.
“This is a whole lot to process. I’ve never made myself vomit, I’ve never tasted another person’s vomit – at least until Ava christened me last night. How do I know I would like it?”
“There’s a safe way to try. You can commune with one of the goddesses – or one of the priestesses if they would be a better fit for you…”
“Commune…with a goddess…or a priestess…” Isabel squinted in disbelief at her mother.
Maria filled her daughter in on how you could mix certain herbs and a little bit of throat slime with olive oil, put it in a lamp, and light it by your bed at night. In your sleep, you would commune with a goddess/priestess of emesis – one of the goddesses or priestesses, you had no control over who, but the divine spirits will decide which.
“So you guys have done this?” Isabel asked.
“I did,” Maria replied.
“I didn’t,” said Sierra. “Ava and I occasionally had vomit sex before your mother was born. I knew I was in once I discovered the temple.”
“So are you game to at least try the commune thing?” Maria asked.
This whole situation was so completely beyond her that Isabel laughed.
“This is the craziest bullshit I have ever seen,” she finally said. “If this works – I doubt it will, but if it does – I am totally in. As freaked out as I am by what I saw last night, I can’t lie. It was so fucking sexy. And that video…wow…”
Maria nodded and hugged her daughter.
“There’s one more thing you should know about the communing with a goddess/priestess,” Maria added, when they disengaged. “Sindee has recently decreed that you can, if you want, bring someone with you when you commune. Or you can commune alone. Your choice.”
Isabel felt a tingle slip through her body. She remembered the scene the night before, seeing her mother’s body, her open cunt, her crinkled and wrecked asshole. She gulped and tried to avert her eyes, but it was too late. Maria had already seen her face. A blush rushed up from her breasts to her neck and face.
Though she was staring at the floor, Isabel could feel Maria’s eyes upon her.
“Of course,” her mother whispered. Isabel raised her eyes. A soft smile played across Maria’s lips – lips which a second later leaned forward and touched Isabel’s in a soft, sensual kiss. It was brief, but Isabel felt it all the way to her toes. She couldn’t wait until bedtime.
Unfortunately there was an entire afternoon that stretched between then and bed. The three women visited the rest of the day, going out for a short, restorative hike in the nearby hills, then retiring back to the ranch for dinner. When bedtime came around, Maria helped her daughter prep the oil lamp.
Maria’s room had a queen-sized bed. As Isabel slipped beneath the covers, her mother slid in next to her, embracing her.
“Nervous?” Maria asked.
“A little,” Isabel said, then paused. “No…a lot. But I hope this isn’t a trick, because I want you so bad.” She slipped her fingers gently up her mother’s stomach to her breasts, but Maria pushed it away.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Let’s sleep. That will come later.”
Isabel pretended to pout, but didn’t do a very good job. She and her mother kissed, then Maria turned out the light.
Isabel had had just enough of the hair of the dog that she was sleepy, though energized. The nervous energy kept her awake for a little while after she turned out the lights. She could hear her mother’s breathing turn shallow and steady, and it wasn’t too long before she felt herself drifting off. As she slipped asleep, she internally shook her head. This whole commune with a goddess or priestess thing had to be bullshit.
Chapter 6
How long she was asleep, she wasn’t sure, but she awoke in darkness. She looked around, but she wasn’t in her room, she was somewhere else, outside. A series of floodlights suddenly came on illuminating the area. She was lying in the grass next to a muddy pond of some sort, behind her was a huge mansion that looked almost gothic. She looked down and realized she was nude.
“What the fuck,” she murmured. She looked around for her mother, but Maria was nowhere to be seen. Had something gone wrong? What was happening? Where was she?
From the direction of the house, a woman approached. Isabel scrambled to her feet. The woman was a little older and a little curvy. She had blonde hair and big fat mom tits with long nipples that were pointed just about level. She had a slightly narrowed waist but a small tummy roll that actually looked becoming on her. But below that, things got insane. Her cunt was hairless and gaped wide. Her labia had to be at least two or three inches long and were pierced with at least three big rings that Isabel could see. The thick lobes were parted, and her cunt gaped wide, allowing her cervix to hang out several inches. To Isabel’s shock, her cervix was gaped and a ring pierced the muscular aperture.
When the woman was about five feet away, she did a spin to show Isabel her entire body, then bent over and pulled her mom-cheeks apart. Her demolished sphincter was so torn to pieces that it looked like an extension of her labia, with thick tatters of flesh hanging down several inches and several piercings. Isabel’s eyes were wide as she looked at the destroyed, yawning opening that was this woman’s anus, her pink assflesh tumbling out and hanging four inches out of the hole.
Isabel gulped. Was this real? This was insane. Isabel felt her nipples harden and her slit dampen. She had already been a little turned on by the idea of the vomiting thing, but this took it to a whole other level. She could imagine what it was like to vomit into one of those cavernous holes – or even to have her own body stretched wide open and filled with her mother’s or her grandmother’s puke. The thought made her even wetter, and almost weak at the knees.
The woman turned back to Isabel and held out her hand, that Isabel shook with palms that were sweaty.
“Isabel?” she asked. “I’m Priestess Angie.”
“A priestess, not a goddess?” Isabel croaked, her mouth suddenly dry and her voice hoarse.
“We try to pair the aspirant with a goddess or priestess who would best match their personality and attitude. We could sense that you were already very interested, and that you had already had a taste of emesis and found it stimulating. We also sensed quite the wild girl streak in you. So I usually get those cases.”
“Amazing,” replied Isabel. “So am I dreaming right now?”
“You are in a semi-dream state. Don’t worry too much about it, it will make you crazy. So you are interested in our temple?”
“I am,” Isabel replied. “Actually, I was pretty much convinced before I came here, but I figured I would try to ‘commune with a goddess or priestess thing’ anyway. I figured if this turned out to be bullshit, better to find out before I started…you know…doing the nasty with my mom and grandma. But it looks like it’s legit.”
“A wise choice,” Angie said. “You had another you asked to come with you, your mother I believe?”
“Yes, where is she?”
“Do you really want her here, you weren’t pressured into this or anything?” Angie asked.
“No…no of course, I want my mother here,” Isabel replied. “Can she come?”
“Of course,” Angie said, waving her hand. A second later, Maria appeared, lying nude where Isabel had been a moment before. She climbed to her feet and Isabel embraced her, pressing her body against her, and kissing her on the lips.
“Mama…” Isabel murmured as their lips met, their tongues intertwined. Isabel ran her hand down her mother’s back, sliding it between Maria’s cheeks and feeling the ragged, wrecked asshole that was hidden between them.
“I want you so bad,” Isabel whispered. She felt her mother’s hands roaming over her body, touching her in ways a mother shouldn’t touch her daughter, but she loved it. She had been itching for this moment ever since she had seen her mother bent over licking the puke off Ava’s cock that had just come out of Sierra’s ass.
Angie cleared her throat politely, and the other women turned.
“Not to be disrespectful, but you two can work out your relationship some other time,” the priestess of emesis said softly. “We’re here now for Isabel to give this a try. So, Isabel, which do you want first, giving or receiving?”
“I was already puked on by someone yesterday by accident, so I kind of got that out of the way. I want to try pitching rather than catching.”
“No hesitation,” Angie replied and smiled. “I love it when smoking hot girls know what they want.”
The waves of pure desire washing over Isabel were almost too much for her to bear. Angie didn’t make her wait. She pulled Isabel to her, kissing her and pressing her big tits against Isabel’s slightly smaller chest. Angie’s breath tasted faintly of roses and puke. It was a heady fragrance that filled Isabel’s nose and mouth, making her incredibly aroused on one hand, but almost making her gag on the other. The tightening of her throat made her already-damp slit get even wetter, like a preview of coming attractions. She ran her hand up Angie’s stomach to her thick tits and squeezed, feeling the long nipple harden. Angie moaned as Isabel slid her hand back down from her tits and between her legs.
Isabel wasn’t sure what to expect when her finger’s touched Angie’s cunt. She had never seen or touched a woman’s body that looked like Angie’s. She first felt the monstrous clit that stuck out at the head of her slit, then she slid down further and encountered the thick, fleshy labia that were like meaty curtains around her gaping, sopping cunt. She slipped her finger into one of the piercings and gently pulled a little. Angie laughed, softly.
“Do you think you need to be gentle?” she chided. She widened her stance and Isabel looked down. Angie’s prolapsed cunt hung below. Angie slipped her finger into her cervical ring and stretched her inside-out cunt out in front of her like an accordion, hanging out close to a foot.
Isabel dropped to her knees and ran her tongue along the pink cunt flesh, tasting Angie’s cunt juices and running her tongue around the gaping cervix. She slipped her pinky into the looped piercing and pulled the hole open wide, allowing her to shove her tongue deep into Angie’s womb. It was amazing what this woman could do with her body.
Tasting Angie’s wares had Isabel on all fours in front of the priestess. Maria moved to her knees behind Isabel and began running her tongue up and down her daughter’s cunt as asshole. Isabel moaned and looked back over her shoulder at her mother as Maria drove her tongue into Isabel’s puckered, tight asshole, then slid a finger from each hand inside, pulling her daughter gently open slightly, rimming her barely-penetrated asshole.
Isabel felt her cunt convulse in a gentle orgasm and she pressed her forehead against the grass as her mother rimmed her asshole. This was amazing, and the fact that it was her mother doing it made it all the more breathtaking.
Above them, the Priestess of Emesis seized back the initiative. She pulled Isabel to her feet, and slid her tongue deep into her mouth, pressing down the back of Isabel’s throat expertly. Isabel gagged again, grabbing Angie’s hips. She felt her stomach get buoyant. She pulled back and smiled.
“Are you ready?” Angie asked.
Isabel nodded. She was primed. Beneath them, Maria moved so she was on her knees partially between the two women, gazing upward, her mouth open.
Angie slid three fingers into Isabel’s throat and that was all it took. A think load of soupy puke rocketed from Isabel’s maw. Angie pressed her lips against Isabel’s, sucking down as much of the goop as she could, the rest slipping down across the women’s chest. Thick globs of puke slipped off Angie’s pendulous tits and into Maria’s waiting mouth below. Maria slipped to her feet and pressed her face against her daughter’s smaller tits, licking the foul emesis from the pert, little breasts.
Isabel, enthralled with the experience, laughed, pushing her own fingers against her tongue and unleashing a fresh shot of vomit into Angie’s face and across her mother’s head, plastering Maria’s hair to her skull. Maria and Angie sucked down Isabel’s steaming, putrid vomit, then licked the filth off each other’s bodies as Isabel sent a fresh load across all three of them.
This experience was unlike anything Isabel had ever been through, and she was loving it. It was hot, it was sexy, it was nasty, and it was disgusting. And the fact that her mother was part of it made it that much hotter. She was totally turned on as she licked the puke from Angie’s and her mother’s tits. She even loved the taste and smell of the vomit. She was so turned on she could feel a thick trickle of grool sliding down the inside of her thighs.
Angie pulled Isabel’s mouth open, then both Angie and Maria sent a hot steaming load of filth into Isabel’s mouth. Isabel laughed and sucked down as much as she could, swallowing mouthful after mouthful, feeling her stomach bulge with the load. Maria stopped spewing and instead began licking the filth from her daughter’s hard little tits, flicking her tongue across her erect nipples. Isabel moaned at the feel of her mother’s ministrations on her tits.
Angie continued her oral assault on Isabel’s face. Isabel swallowed as much as she could but was unable to keep up. No matter, she just couldn’t get enough. The feel of the steaming overflow running down her neck and across her tits and stomach was enthralling. Maria’s filthy hands slipped between her thighs and rubbed her clit, then found their way between her lobes. As her mother stroked her g-spit with her vomit-coated fingers, Isabel seized her wrist and drove her to go faster. Isabel closed her eyes, her mouth still open and thick streamers still shooting from Angie’s bottomless stomach.
Isabel arched her back and came in a crushing orgasm that made her knees weak. Angie grabbed her before she could fall, pulling her close and pressing their nasty, vomit-covered bodies together.
“So many girls are timid when they show up here. Hot little whores like you are special,” Angie said, smiling, as Isabel’s orgasm subsided. The priestess knelt down on all fours. Maria knelt beside her and pulled the priestess’s ass cheeks wide open. Angie’s ruined asshole gaped on its own, yawning wide, revealing a cavernous hole beyond. The meaty sphincter was utterly destroyed, thick and fleshy, hanging open of it’s own accord. Maria used the gold piercings in the meatlips to stretch the hole even wider, then vomited inside, turning back up to Isabel with a smile.
Isabel looked down at the echoing, bottomless asshole in front of her. She felt her stomach fill up as through some divine intervention. Her tummy bulged out in front of her like she was pregnant. She knew exactly where that puke was supposed to go and that thought made her cunt clench in a fresh orgasm. She gasped, and when the throbbing subsided, looked down at Angie.
“Fill me up, Isabel,” Angie crooned, looking up with bedroom eyes. “Give me everything you got. Fill my asshole with your puke.”
Isabel was beside herself with arousal. She didn’t even need to use her fingers, she just hovered her face above Angie’s yawning asshole and squeezed her abdomen.
The force of the ejecta that came from her stomach shot out of both her mouth and nose, rocketing all over Angie’s ass and partially over Maria’s tits and stomach. She managed to gain control of the second load and did a better job getting it into the yawning hole below her. Angie reached back and used four fingers from her right hand to stretch her asshole even wider for Isabel. Twelve fingers held Angie’s asshole open insanely wide, and Isabel was pretty sure the priestess could have been stretched even wider. She sent a third, and a fourth spew rolling into Angie’s anal pit. The next shot overflowed, sending the extra sliding across the priestess’s cunt that was gaping, the cervix hanging almost to the ground. Puke and grool dribbled off the muscular ring.
The priestess moaned and came as Isabel filled up her hole. When Isabel was done, Angie slammed her ruined sphincter closed and looked back over her shoulder.
“Ready to take it all back?” she asked.
Isabel nodded, hovering her mouth over the priestess’s destroyed asshole. A second later, a fountain of puke and assflesh erupted from Angie’s hole straight into Isabel’s mouth. She drank it down, sucking back the puke, gulping it down, and licking it from Angie’s now immensely prolapsed asshole. The priestess’s flesh hung out over a foot from her ass and it was covered in puke. Isabel sucked as much of the pink flesh as she could into her lips, deep-throating the priestess’s assflesh, loving the feel of the ass-meat and tasting the tang of puke. It was amazing. She felt her stomach filling back up again, bulging in front of her like she was pregnant.
When the flow seemed to be slacking, Maria slipped her hand into Angie’s bottomless cunt, pushing it back inside, penetrating the cervix, and using it to force out more puke from the priestess’s asshole. It caught Angie by surprise for a moment, then she smiled and forced her body down Maria’s arm. Maria’s fist slipped deep past Angie’s cervix, stretching out her womb. Angie came hard around Maria’s vomit-covered forearm as still more puke slipped from her demolished ass.
When her ass was mostly empty, Angie slipped from Maria’s arm. She reached up and touched Isabel’s stomach.
“It’s full,” she said. “You know where that goes?”
Isabel, momentarily confused, shook her head. Angie smiled and tapped Maria on the shoulder. Isabel’s mother rolled over onto all fours like Angie had been a moment ago. Isabel gulped. In front of her were her mother’s demolished ass and yawning cunt, the things she had been dreaming and fantasizing about for the past 24 hours – right there in front of her. Waiting for her. Waiting for her puke.
While nowhere near as wrecked as Angie’s had been, Maria’s ass was definitely no stranger to being abused. Her sphincter was fleshy and ragged, with meaty flaps hanging off the gaping, muscled hole. Angie slipped four fingers from each hand into Maria’s hole and pulled it wide, looking up at Isabel.
It was almost too fucking much. Isabel was momentarily agog. She didn’t know what to do. Thankfully her body knew without her having to tell it. Her bulging tummy quaked, shook, and a second later a massive ejection of vomit rocketed out straight into her mother’s waiting hole, followed by another, and another. Maria arched her back and screamed as her daughter shot load after load of steaming vomit into her gaped asshole.
Isabel felt herself come hard as her bulging stomach emptied itself into her mother’s asshole, and across Angie’s tits and stomach. When she felt her tummy was done, she dropped to her knees and pressed her tongue against her mother’s gaping, vomit-filled ass, licking the overflow, sucking thick mouthfuls of puke. Her mom’s ass was amazing. She buried her tongue so deep inside the puke-filled chasm that her chin slipped inside too. Maria moaned and a fresh orgasm rolled through her, causing her to squeeze her asshole, pushing out streamers of puke from her ruined hole as her daughter licked it up voraciously. Isabel sucked on the puke, and nibbled on the meaty flaps on her mother’s destroyed sphincter. She bit one and stretched it out
Isabel could have stayed between her mother’s cheeks forever, had Angie not interceded, gently pulling her back.
“Time for you to receive,” she said. “Where do you want it?”
Isabel kissed Angie, then opened her mouth.
“I was always a bit of an oral girl,” she said. “I’ve already tasted my own puke coming out of your ass, I want your puke straight from the tap.”
Angie smiled and rose to her feet, standing over Isabel. She pulled Maria up beside her. The two women towering over Isabel looked amazing. Angie, the exact image what a Priestess of Emesis should look like – her hair pasted to her body with filth, every inch of her skin covered in puke, her big mom-tits hanging in front of her, and her holes hanging inside-out and dripping vomit from the ends. And Maria, her own mother, also covered head-to-toe in emesis, looking radiant. Isabel almost came again from the sight of the women above her.
Maria leaned down and they kissed.
“Fill me up, mother,” Isabel whispered and opened her mouth.
The immense load of puke that erupted from Maria’s maw was like a flood. Isabel gulped, swallowed, gasped and fought for breath under the tide of filth that poured from the priestess. Any inch of Isabel’s body that wasn’t already covered in puke was by the time the flow slackened.
Isabel sucked up as much as she could, but it was just a fraction of what was dumping from the priestess’s mouth. If there was an inch of Isabel’s skin that wasn’t covered in vomit, it was covered by the time Maria’s flow slackened.
As soon as Maria stepped back, the priestess followed suit. Load after load of steaming, foul spew shot from Angie’s maw. Isabel coughed, sputtered, puke going up her nose, down her throat, across her tits, everywhere. She was drowning in a tidal wave of vomit. It was filthy. It was disgusting, It was…
It was amazing.
When, at last, Angie leaned back, Isabel wiped the filth from her eyes and opened them. Maria and Angie stood over her smiling. Isabel ran her hands up her body, feeling the filth against her skin, rubbing it against her breasts, sliding her filth-coated fingers in her soaking-wet cunt, and even using the vomit as lube to slide one, two, even three fingers into her asshole. She found herself able to add a fourth, something she had never been able to do comfortably before, but this time it felt amazing.
“Join us and you can take a lot more than just four,” Angie said benevolently as Isabel finger-fucked her own asshole, bringing herself to her final, puke-coated climax of the night.
Finally, Angie and Maria lay back on the grass and Isabel joined them, resting her head on her mother’s shoulder.
“So, what did you think?” Angie asked. “Are you ready to become a member of the temple.”
“I am all in,” Isabel replied with a smile. “We are going to be celebrating starting next Thursday. I can’t wait.” She buried her face in Maria’s shoulder and closed her eyes, but when she opened them a second later, she was back in her mother’s bed, completely devoid of any puke, though the taste seemed to linger a little in her mouth.
Maria stirred beside her, turning on a light and looking over at her daughter. No words needed to be said. Maria blew out the lamp they had lit, then leaned over and kissed her daughter good night. In a few minutes they were both sound asleep, dreaming of the upcoming weekend.
Chapter 7
Angie slipped from the portal into Sindee’s personal throne room. She was cleaned up but still nude from her communion with Isabel. The main Goddess of Emesis turned, almost startled, when she entered, then stared at her, puzzled.
“I sense…something on you…” she said.
Angie was a little taken aback, unsure of what to say.
“What do you sense?” she asked.
“The woman you were just communing with – who was she?”
“Her name was Isabel, I don’t know a lot about her except that she matched with me for her communion, so that should tell you something. She’s a crazy little whore and is totally in.”
Sindee rose and moved towards Angie, sniffing at her, then she nodded.
“Miss Isabel has recently had a connection with the divine. And a very special divine at that…”
Sindee pulled out her phone and texted Hera, a few moments later the Queen slipped from the portal. Sindee just nodded at Angie.
Hera ran her fingers across Angie’s skin, slipped them down and felt the priestess’s gaping asshole and cunt, then licked Angie’s breasts.
“It’s her,” Hera said finally, her gaze shifting back and forth between Angie and Sindee. “It’s definitely her.”
“Anyone want to fill me in?” Angie asked.
Hera warned her about discretion, then gave her a precis of the story she had shared with Sindee, Uma, and Luna earlier. When she was finished, Angie nodded.
“I did sense something on her, something divine, and something that might even be called avian. I believe you may be right. She said they were going to start celebrating on Friday evening.”
“Come here this weekend,” Sindee said to Hera. “Watch with us, and take part if you wish. If Aviana shows, then I will go and talk to her. If she wishes to see you, you can reunite. It would make this full-bodied worship even more special.”
“And if not, then at least I will have seen she is well,” Hera replied, nodding.
[TO BE CONTINUED]