The Priestess of Emesis, Volumes I & II [re-post]

WARNING: This story involves incest, lesbians, cockgirls, puke eating, filth, maggots, rotting corpses, fisting, anal, gaping, necrophilia, monsters, prolapses, cervical penetration, and other things along those lines. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR JAM, PLEASE STAY AWAY. I MEAN IT. I want folks to enjoy, not be upset.

This story is a follow-up to my “Thanksgiving in Reverse” trilogy. If you haven’t read those stories, you should do so before reading this one – otherwise it will be very confusing.

I will re-post the third part of this trilogy soon. And I am starting to flesh out what a third, final trilogy to wrap everything up would look like. I do not have a timeline as to when I will be writing it, sorry.

Finally, I have to note that THIS IS A FANTASY. In the real world, frequent vomiting can lead to serious, even lethal, health consequences. If you feel things are out of control, SAMHSA has a 24/7 helpline for mental health and addiction issues at 800-662-HELP. There is no shame in getting help, I promise you.

Anyway, onwards. Enjoy!

The Priestess of Emesis, Volume I (Lesbian Incest Vomit Erotica)

Chapter I

“Mom! I’m home!” Uma called, dropping her luggage and laundry bag on the kitchen floor. After waiting a moment for a reply, she added “Anybody home?”

Uma had just finished her sophomore year at the State U. She was looking forward to connecting with her friends, but less excited about getting a stupid summer job for June through mid-August. Summer was for fun, relaxing, taking it easy – not for working long hours. Her mom had money, her younger sister had talent, Uma was the black sheep. To her, being taken care of was so much nicer than fending for yourself.

Nobody was home. Mom’s car was in the driveway, but her one-year-younger sister’s car was not. They must have gone somewhere together in Annika’s car. Whatever.

Uma was 21, fit, svelte, and was a starter on the varsity volleyball team. She was toned with a slender waist, small bust, and a tiny, tight little ass that looked amazing in her skin-tight volleyball shorts.

She felt a nudge of hunger and wandered to the kitchen. It was 3:30 in the afternoon on the Thursday before Memorial Day. Uma dug out a bag of chips from the cabinet and started munching.

She noticed a business-type card hanging on the fridge. The image on the card was of a bust of a young woman – her breasts coming just low enough so that nothing indecent was exposed. The woman was beautiful, classically so, and had dark hair with some light tinting. Her face wore a gentle, warm smile. Her full red lips were slightly parted, and at the corner of her mouth something trickled out and ran down the side of her chin, dripping off onto her breasts. The fluid looked slightly greenish and maybe a little chunky. It was kind of gross against the lovely face of the woman.

The text on the card said “The Temple of Sindee, Goddess of All Emesis”. On the back, there was some additional verbiage: “Sindee, Goddess of All Emesis. Gina and Karen, Goddesses of Love Emesis. Marlena and Kathy, Goddesses of Health Emesis. Abbie and Luna, Goddesses of Death Emesis.”

Emesis…as in vomiting? As in puking?

What. The. Fuck.

A couple months ago, Uma’s and Annika’s mother, Laila, had mentioned getting involved in a spiritual practice. Laila had always been very supportive of the girls, and had given them the space to grow into their own women. She’d been in a little funk since the divorce from the girls’ father, so Annika and Uma had just shrugged and let it be without asking too many more questions.

But this? Was this that spiritual practice? Sindee, the Goddess of Puke? This was like something from a bad movie. Even the name – Sindee. That sounded like the name of a porn slut, not a deity.

Uma checked the website listed on the card, and though tasteful, their site made it clear they were about vomiting. The first link Uma clicked was the “About Us” page. It talked about how Sindee and her family had once had a strange family tradition that involved an incestuous all-girl lesbian puke party on Thanksgiving Day. The gods had observed them for several years before Aphrodite, Persephone, and Hygieia approached the group and convinced them to become the official Goddesses of Emesis.

The “Meet the Goddesses” page had paintings of the seven goddesses wearing sheer togas like Greek or Roman deities (paintings, no photos). The Puke Love Goddesses were a couple of hot curvy GILFs with generous busts, wide nipples, narrow waists, and broad hips. The Puke Health Goddesses were younger, but still in the MILFie category, with fit, toned bodies. The Puke Death Goddesses were a couple of young, chubby-but-not-too-chubby goth girls that looked like twins.

And Sindee, the Goddess of All Puke – wow. She was young, fit, but still had some nice curves, including big, pendulous tits. But the shocker was, she also had a ginormous cock hanging down in front under the sheer toga she wore. That thing had to be way over a foot long and nearly three inches thick – and wasn’t even hard in the painting.

The Goddess of All Puke was a smoking-hot cockgirl with an enormous meat stick. Holy. Shit. Uma realized she was getting soaked between her thighs.

Another link caught Uma’s eye. “Health and Holy Days”. She clicked it and scanned down the text.

Sindee and her goddesses recognized that excessive vomiting damaged a person’s throat, esophagus, stomach, and teeth – and could even cause lethal hemorrhages. Therefore, Sindee had designated four Holy Days – technically weekends – when her adherents could indulge in “full-bodied worship” as the website called it. Outside of those four holidays, intentional puking was forbidden and adherents were expected to take good care of themselves, their bodies, and their fellow human beings – volunteering several hours a month was expected from all.

But during those weekends…wow. The holiest day was Thanksgiving weekend, then there were three other holiday weekends when “worship” was allowed, each dispersed throughout the year, roughly coming every three months: President’s Day Weekend, Memorial Day Weekend, and Labor Day Weekend. Adherents had some flexibility to shift their holiday weekends a few weeks one way or the other to meet life commitments, but they were limited to four weekends a year spread out over the calendar.

Memorial Day Weekend. This weekend was Memorial Day…

Another link on the site caught Uma’s eye. It said “Hot Pics from the President’s Day Weekend Worship”.

Pics. Hot pics. Of…? Uma wasn’t sure she was ready for what would be waiting, but she clicked the link anyway.

The page that loaded was packed with photos and videos of amazingly beautiful women puking. Not just puking, but having hot lesbian sex with the puke. Hot, crazy lesbian sex. The further Uma scrolled the crazier it got. Lots of puke eating. Lots of licking puke off of bodies. Lots of puking into or eating puke out of gaped assholes and cunts. Even some prolapses, cervical penetration, and bondage. It was insane. If a girl wasn’t hooked up with another girl, she was playing with herself, masturbating with her puke, and the like.

Uma brought herself up short. What the fuck was she doing getting turned on by these pics of women puking? Even worse, her fingers had been massaging her soaked slit and clit under her yoga shorts. Fuck. Masturbating in the kitchen. Lovely. This was…unacceptable.

But these pictures were so fucking hot. She bit her lip then sent a quick text to her mom.

– Where u guys?

– Target, Kohls, now running by to pick up some groceries. Home in about 45.

– Cool, tx.

45 minutes, thank goodness. Uma scurried up to her bedroom and stripped. Within seconds she was running her vibrator up and down her drenched cunt and teasing her clit. Her hard little nipples stood up like darts.

The website had a slideshow feature to scroll through the pics – they recognized the importance of a hands-free experience. She watched the images scroll by on the screen as she worked her cunt over with the toy, rubbing her free hand all over her body, then pulling her young pussy lips open so she could slide the little vibrator in.

She moaned. These pictures were so hot. Disgusting, but hot. She definitely had a part of her that was thinking about what it would be like to lick the puke from these beautiful tits, to suck vomit out of these stretched asses. Her fingers worked faster and faster, bringing her to an orgasm, but her body still craved more as her eyes stared at the videos and images sliding by on her screen.

Uma noticed a link buried among the photos – “Full-bodied family worship”. Incest. Great. She clicked it anyway.

The images and videos that she was presented with were full of sisters, mother/daughter pairings, cousins, nieces, aunts, and other female family relationships. All smoking hot. The first collection of pics was of pair of busty twins kissing and vomiting all over themselves. They were beautiful and the moment Uma saw that, her body racked with another orgasm. Her cunt gushed around the vibrator. Her fingers were making frantic circles on her clit as she turned her attention back to the screen.

Next there was a video of a daughter vomiting into her mother’s stretched asshole, followed by her aunt sucking (yes, sucking) the puke back out as her mother prolapsed her ass into a giant pink mound. Uma moaned as another orgasm racked through her at the sight. She pulled the vibrator out of her cunt and shoved it in her mouth. She had never made herself puke, and she wasn’t really looking to do so now, but she did dry heave a couple times and she teased out several heavy loads of throat slime that ran down her chin and across her hard little nipples.

The next video was a pair of granddaughters vomiting all over their GILF grandmother, then double-fisting both her cunt and asshole simultaneously – using vomit for lube as they stretched her well-used holes insanely wide. Uma noticed that all these women had loose, gaping holes. She figured if you were going to fill your cunt or asshole with puke, you probably want as big a target as possible. Unbidden the thought came that her mother might be stretching herself out. The thought sent another shiver through Uma – partly a shiver of arousal, and partly a shiver of revulsion.

She slicked up the vibrator in the puddle of throat slime that had formed between her thighs. Then she shoved the toy back into her cunt, arching her back as a fresh orgasm wafted through her.

She noticed that there was text associated with some of the pictures and videos. Most of them were hot but pedestrian, nothing too exceptional. But one bit of text caught her eye.

The text was below a five minute video loop. In the video were four women – three sisters and their mother. The mother was reclining on the floor on her back, her big mom-tits sticking up in the air and her legs spread. One of her daughters was perched above her on her knees, her cunt lips pulled apart, sending a steaming stream of piss into her mother’s mouth, while simultaneously another one of the girls was sending thick loads of puke into her mother’s overflowing maw.

The mother was trying as best she could to suck down the combined piss and puke, but was unsuccessful. Her face and neck were covered, her hair was plastered to her skull, and a puddle of filth coated the floor under her head. Meanwhile,at the other end, the other daughter had her entire arm past he elbow in her mother’s asshole. Her mother’s cunt was hanging inside-out from the pressure and the daughter was alternately puking across it, and sucking the puke up to do it again. She even used her other hand to pull her mother’s cervix open and shove her tongue inside.

About halfway through, the video switched to show the mother on all fours. The scene devolved into the girls puking into her mother’s ass and the then sucking it back out, prolapsing the anus. There were a bunch of scenes like that throughout the site. Uma figured it must be a thing for the faithful.

But it was the text beneath this scene that really sent Uma over the edge. It read:

“I had never been much for anal, and I definitely was never into vomiting or incest. But my experiences with the Temple of Sindee have transformed my life. The beauty of sucking steaming vomit out of my mother’s wide-open asshole, or of my sisters double-fisting me, or just the beautiful intimacy of laying there with my mother and sisters, nude, covered in puke, and deeply in love with each other – and all humanity. It’s amazing. I’m so glad we joined the Temple. Sindee and her family are divine. I can’t wait for Memorial Day weekend.”

The video and that testimonial sent Uma to the moon. She had lost track of how many orgasms she had had, but this one was the grandmommy of them all. Her back arched, her body twitched, and her cunt and asshole clenched. The juice from her cunt ran down the towel and puddled on the floor below her feet. A fresh wave came over her and she tumbled to the floor, landing on all fours, her holes throbbing as the orgasm ran its course. She moaned, almost throwing up from the intensity, then climbed up onto the bed, lying there while the ecstasy subsided.

* * * *

Chapter II

Uma sighed and checked her phone. Her mother and sister would be home in about fifteen minutes. She dashed into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and walked down to the kitchen. There was a can of air freshener spray on the kitchen counter, and Uma gently spritzed some around the kitchen, then around her bedroom upstairs, hoping to cover up any scent of her earlier arousal.

A dangerous thought wandered into her brain. What if Annika already knew about Laila’s new “spiritual path”? Annika had always been closer to their mother – being the younger of the two and their mother’s “baby”. And Annika and Laila had always thought of Uma as being a little too “sensitive” and “easy to upset” so sometimes they were slow to bring her into the fold on tender matters. Plus Uma tended to be the needy one, always wanting someone to take care of her – a trait Uma never denied, in fact she unapologetically reveled in it. Give her a sugar daddy or sugar mommy any day.

What if Annika was part of this? Was that even possible without Uma being aware? Annika and Uma were in the same dorm building, but Annika was still a freshman so she had to stay on the freshman floor. Next year when Annika was a sophomore and Uma a junior, they could start sharing a dorm room. So it was conceivable that Annika knew and just hadn’t told Uma.

Annika had made Uma and herself smoothies in the dorm that morning. Was that some kind of a preparation to this weekend’s supposed “full-bodied worship”?

Uma’s head was spinning and her cunt was getting soaked again. She went to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. As she was drying it off, Annika’s car pulled into the driveway. She spritzed air freshener around again as she ran a few scenarios through her head quickly. Confront them? Ask politely? Suddenly and innocently “discover” the card? Or just say nothing and let it play out?

Laila was 41 and had a fit body with some moderate mom-curves, especially up top where she sported a heavy chest. Both she, Uma, and Annika had the same Scandinavian blonde hair and blue eyes, and all three of them were around six feet tall. Annika was the curviest of the bunch, and though she wouldn’t be called chubby, she had the sorts of curves you would have seen on a 1940s bombshell pinup, busty and beautiful.

The women hugged and Uma helped Annika bring in some groceries. While Laila put them away, Uma tapped Annika on the shoulder and gestured upstairs. When Annika looked at her quizzically, Uma just tugged her sister towards the stairs.

“We’re going upstairs for a minute,” Uma said to their mother. “Be back in a sec.”

She dragged her sister up to her bedroom and closed the door.

“What?” Annika asked, slightly annoyed.

“That card on the fridge. Did you see it? Did you know about it?”

“Which card. The lawn company?” Annika said, her eyes staring at the floor. She was acting way too innocent.

“You know what card I’m referring to, knock it off.”

“Yeah, well, that’s just a thing mom is into right now. It is making her happy so we should support her.”

“I agree…to a point. There’s support and then there’s…you know…SUPPORT.”

Annika had been staring mostly at the floor during this exchange, finally she met Uma’s eyes.

“I plan on fully, 100% supporting her.”

Uma could see that Annika meant it. She sighed. “I checked out that website, I know what that means. You’re going to have sex with our mother this weekend, aren’t you? Vomiting, incestuous sex. Don’t deny it.”

Initially Annika nodded and met Uma’s gaze defiantly, then she lowered her eyes again.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” Uma asked.

“It did, but then I talked to one of the goddesses, and she convinced me,” Annika replied.

“You’re going to need to explain that one to me, sis,” Uma said, fighting back a sneer.

Annika pointed to Uma’s laptop. “May I?” Uma nodded.

Annika pulled the temple’s website back up. One of the links at the very bottom, almost hidden below the “contact us” link was a link that said “Commune with a Goddess.” The link lead to a simple page with an easy recipe for a mixture of olive oil and some herbs. The idea was that if a person made this fragrant oil, mixed a little throat slime in with it (no vomit needed, just a little slime), then put it in a small oil lamp and lit it next to their bed, they would commune in their dreams with one of the puke goddesses (you didn’t get to choose which one would appear, you just got one of them).

Uma shook her head and sneered. “So if all of them are busy, do I hold for the next available goddess or do they call me back when one becomes free?”

“It’s not like that, but whatever. Look, it’s no big deal. Why don’t you just go to the beach for the weekend? Your friend Teagan is going to be there at her family’s place. I am sure she would love it if you spent the long weekend with her and her family.”

“And then on Labor Day…?”

“If you still want nothing to with this, Mom and I will happily buy you round trip and lodging to where ever you want to go that weekend. No hard feelings. Four times a year you get a free vacation. It’s win-win no matter how you cut it.”

Uma walked to the window. “You are serious, aren’t you? You’re going through with this?”

“I am committed.”

“Maybe I should call Teagan then.”

“You do you, sis. Mom and I will love you and respect your decision either way. But, no pressure, do you want to at least try the goddess communion tonight?”

Uma rolled her eyes. “You’re serious? It really works?”

“It does. And no vomiting required to just talk to one of the goddesses. But it’s your call. We will love you either way.”

Uma wanted to say no, she knew she should say no, but suddenly the images from the website floated up in her mind. There was a sick allure to it. She owed it to herself to at least try the communion. It was probably bullshit, but in the off chance it wasn’t, talking to a goddess might be kind of cool even if she didn’t buy in.

“Okay, I will at least try this goddess communing thing. But I’m still calling Teagan now.”

Annika and Uma hugged, then Annika headed back downstairs while Uma called her friend and let her know she might be joining her at the beach. A few minutes later Uma followed her sister into the kitchen.

Laila hugged her daughter. “Annika told me about your conversation. I appreciate you respecting my decision, and I respect yours.” Uma didn’t like the way she was noticing her mother’s body when she hugged her, and she resolutely pushed the thoughts out of her mind.

The rest of the evening was spent in fixing a dinner of chicken and rice, and of streaming a flick on Hulu. Nothing more was said about the matter until bedtime. Annika helped her sister prepare the lantern and light it next to her bed, then the women retired for the evening.

Uma lay awake in the dark, staring at the ceiling. The aroma from the lantern was pleasant and relaxing. But despite that, she waffled back and forth between feeling angry at her mother and sister, and feeling stupid about this “communing with a goddess” bullshit. She lay there, watching the time slip by on the clock. Minutes, then an hour. She was about to give up and turn on the light and read for awhile, when something rustled in the dark.

She shone the light from her phone around the room. There was nothing there.

“Fucking imagination,” she cursed, rolling over. Then the rustle came again, except this time when she rolled over she was no longer in her room, in fact she was no longer in her bed at night. She was on a chaise inside a circle of columns in broad daylight. Beyond the columns was a huge mansion, and in the other direction was a pond with some mud flats on the other side. She had no idea where she was.

“Uma, correct?” came a sweet, honeyed voice from behind her. She rolled over onto all fours.

One of the women from the website stood in front of her. It was one of the goddesses of love emesis – Uma couldn’t remember the name. The goddess was completely nude except for a gold tiara around her head. She was older, and her big, pendulous mom-tits jutted out in front of her above a narrow waist and wide hips. A narrow landing strip sat above thick lobes hanging low between her meaty thighs. Her blonde hair was slightly tinted with white. She was breathtaking.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” the goddess said. “I’m Gina, Sindee’s grandmother. You wanted to commune with a goddess, here I am. How can I help?”

“I…I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep,” Uma stuttered.

“You haven’t really, you are in a divine state. Welcome to our home. What can I do for you?”

Uma gulped. She had been so skeptical of this whole thing that she had never really thought through fully what she would say if it turned out to be real and she spoke to a goddess. This was an unexpected development. She forced herself to forge ahead.

“It’s my mom…and my sister. They’re determined to go ahead with a ‘full-bodied’ worship this weekend and I’m not interested. I think it’s disgusting.”

“Then don’t take part. Our temple is about safe worship for those who are interested. If you aren’t, then you shouldn’t force yourself. Easy. I know that your mother and sister already told you that. So why are you here? What’s the real reason?”

Gina looked at Uma with a look that only a goddess can give. It wasn’t unkind, but it bored to the very heart of her. Uma knew she couldn’t lie to this woman.

When she didn’t answer, Gina answered for her. “You’re curious and a little aroused by it, but afraid. Am I in the ballpark?”

Uma nodded.

“So…maybe…you were considering trying a little in a safe space. And what could be safer than a 1-on-1 with a goddess?”

“I…I guess…”

“You poor, beautiful, confused creature,” Gina said, running her hand gently down Uma’s face and brushing her hair behind her ear. She stepped back and held out her hand to Uma who hesitantly took it. Gina drew Uma out onto the patio in front of the mansion, where several cushions were spread out. Uma realized she was naked, like the Goddess, but didn’t care.

“What scares you the most?” Gina asked.

“I’m most worried about getting puked on,” Uma said.

“Then you can receive first,” Gina replied, gesturing to the cushions.

Uma and Gina knelt down. The goddess lifted up one of her big, pendulous mom tits, and opened her mouth. Her stomach and throat rumbled, and a second later a mouthful of pale brown, soupy puke slipped from between her lips. She let it dribble down her chin and onto her breast, where it ran down and hovered at the very end of her long, erect nipple.

Uma stared at the goop hanging off the goddess’s breast. The sound of retching and the puke hitting the flesh of Gina’s tit had caused her own stomach to churn – now the smell had found her nose, heightening the sensation. She was afraid if she got her mouth anywhere near that pile of slop, she would throw up herself.

But then again, that was why she was here, wasn’t it? It was a new experience in a safe space. Annika had said she had communed with one of the goddesses, had her mother gone through this as well? Was it the same goddess? Uma glanced up at Gina’s serene eyes.

As if reading her mind, Gina spoke. “Your mother communed with my sister, Karen, and your sister met with my niece, Luna. Come child, it’s best if your first taste is warm. You will grow to love it cold later, but when you are starting, it’s best served hot.”

Uma swallowed hard, her gorge dangerously buoyant. She lowered her face to Gina’s vomit-coated tit. The goddess’s long, hard nipple stood above a layer of puke coating her wide aureole. A dribble dripped off the end and landed on the cushions. Uma’s mouth was only an inch from the goddess’s vomit. She hesitated.

Fuck. She couldn’t do this.

Then the thought struck her. She had always prided herself on being open-minded. If she couldn’t try this here, in a peaceful patio next to a pond, with a goddess for fuck’s sake, when would she ever be able to try it? Just a taste. A tiny little taste.

Uma flicked out her tongue. It contacted the very tip of Gina’s long, hard nipple. A surge of girl-lust shot through her, and it was enough to embolden her to slide her tongue down the nipple into the vomit and flick a big chunk between her lips.

Once that grape-sized glob of puke landed in Uma’s mouth, she went from horrified, to fascinated, to curious, to aroused – all in the space of about five seconds. Her eyes got really wide and she looked up into Gina’s eyes. The goddess just nodded down at the rest of the vomit coating her big, milky mom-tit.

Uma dove in, licking every drop of puke from Gina’s tit. The goddess’s skin was softer than silk and her breast was firm but tender and massive, she was a vision of beauty. When Uma had gulped it all down, the goddess unleashed a fresh load that Uma gobbled up, licking every inch of Gina’s breasts, vacuuming up all the brown filth. This was it, Uma understood. This was the joy of the Goddesses of Emesis.

Gina leaned back, sat on the cushion and spread her legs. The goddess opened her mouth and let another load slip out. This load ran down between her breasts and pooled on the cushion between her thighs, against her gaping cunt. The goddess’s cervix was poking out between her meaty lobes.

Uma didn’t need any coaxing. She began at Gina’s neck and slowly licked her way down between the goddess’s pendulous breasts, across her stomach, to her cunt, following the thick, slimy, brown trail of puke. Gina pulled her cunt lips wide and Uma sucked the puke out from between them, licking her thighs and even sliding the tip of her tongue into the goddess’s gaped cervix. Gina moaned as Uma slurped up the puke.

“Oh goddess, more,” Uma murmured, holding her mouth open. Gina stood up and knelt over, holding her mouth inches above Uma’s. A massive shot of puke rocketed from the goddess’s mouth straight into Uma’s, overflowing and running down her cheeks and chin, dribbling off her young, firm tits, and running down her stomach to her neatly trimmed landing strip. Uma swallowed, coughed, gulped down some more. She ran her hands up and down her body, massaging the goddess’s brown blessing into her skin, feeling the slimy, slick, hot mess against her flesh, reveling in the sensation. Another slimy shot from Gina’s maw covered Uma’s head. Uma loved it, slicking her hair back with Gina’s puke, pressing it against her skull, feeling the hot muck penetrate down to her scalp.

The foul stench of puke emanated from Uma’s body, but instead of loathing it, she loved it. It was devious, delightful, delicious. She had never smelled anything so divine, especially when mixed with the pungent musk of her arousal. Her thighs were soaked with not just puke but her own cunt juices.

“Do you want to try being the giver now?” Gina asked, her beatific smile radiating down from her face. Uma didn’t think she had ever seen such a combination of beauty, sexiness, and benevolence in one being ever before. She nodded because there was no way she could have possibly said no to this vision of vomiting loveliness.

Uma climbed to her feet, and Gina knelt down. Instead of opening her mouth, Gina leaned forward and shoved four fingers from her right hand into her asshole. The goddess gripped the puckered edge of her well-used sphincter and pulled it wide open like she was opening a curtain. The goddess’s gaping asshole prolapsed outward and gaped by itself, leaving a thick pink ring and a yawning hole at the center.

“Puke into my asshole,” Gina, the Goddess of Love Emesis, called to Uma. Uma hovered over her for a moment, then slipped two fingers into the back of her throat and began stroking her gag reflex. At first, all she could coax out was a thick streamer of throat slime. Gina encouraged her to keep going, and after another minute, Uma managed a full dry heave. She knew she was almost there. She shoved a full four fingers into her throat and stroked the back.

Then it happened. All at once a huge shot of vomit blasted out of her stomach with such force that it tore out of both her mouth and her nose, heading straight into Gina’s stretched, gaping, prolapsed asshole.

“Oh, Uma, baby, more of that. Fill your puke love goddess’s asshole with your beautiful vomit,” Gina crooned encouragingly, her gaping prolapsed asshole seeming to stretch open even further by itself – three, four inches…even wider. It was a gigantic anal cavern begging for Uma’s delightful puke. The vomit she had already dumped in there wafted steam up from Gina’s gaping ass.

Uma was so turned on she had almost taken leave of her senses. She shoved her fingers back into her throat and instantaneously ejected a steaming hot load into Gina’s ass, followed by another. The intensity almost doubled Uma over, and she felt herself come hard as she puked. Her lips were less than an inch from the pink prolapse of Gina’s anus. Her load of vomit was more than the goddess’s cavernous hole could hold and the excess ran down Gina’s ass to her gaping cunt, where it dribbled off her cervix that was now hanging a good six inches out of her body.

Uma pressed her lips against the anal prolapse and unleashed a third salvo, then a fourth shot into Gina’s asshole. The goddess moaned and her cunt and asshole pulsed like she was having multiple orgasms. After a moment she opened her eyes and crawled across the grass to the edge of the pond, where she reached in and pulled out a handful of mud from the bottom. The mud smelled foul, like something had died. It was nasty, but to Uma it smelled delightful. Gina shoved three handfuls of the nasty mud into her asshole with the vomit, then pulled her hand out and pointed her gaping, prolapsed, puke-and-mud-filled ass at Uma.

Uma didn’t need instructions. She had seen the images and videos on the website, and right now the goddess’s gaping ass was the most desirable thing she had ever encountered. She knelt down and pressed her lips against Gina’s pink, gaping, prolapsed asshole, sucking out mouthful after mouthful of puke and mud, filling her stomach with the contents of the goddess’s ass.

Uma’s stomach was bloated and distended when she finally pulled away from Gina’s ass. The goddess’s asshole still hung almost a foot out of her body, but the hole at the center was closed.

Gina turned around and planted her lips against Uma’s in an open-mouth kiss, shoving her tongue against the back of Uma’s throat. This time Uma didn’t even have to try. She ejected load after load of puke into Gina’s mouth as they kissed. Their mouths overloaded and spilled across their chests, stomachs, and legs. Their slick bodies slipped against each other, Uma’s small firm breasts slid against Gina’s big, soft, milky mom-tits. Puke and mud coated their bodies as they kissed, both of them vomiting and adding to the mess as they stroked each other’s cunts, shoving puke and mud inside.

Finally, Gina pulled back and took Uma’s hand, leading her to the pond where they both slipped in and washed themselves off. At long last, they lay back in the grass and stared up into blue sky silently, enjoying the quiet afterglow.

Gina said nothing, but Uma knew the goddess was patiently waiting to hear what she thought now that Uma had her first taste of girl puke sex.

“That was…amazing,” Uma said, suddenly feeling guilty. “And I would do that anytime, anywhere, with any women…except…maybe…” she trailed off.

“…your mother or sister,” Gina finished for her. “What’s holding you back?”

“I think I’m just old-fashioned,” Uma sighed. “I have trouble imagining what it would be like with my own blood kin. It seems so sinful.”

“Religious texts are full of incest, and a lot of it non-consensual. In your case, it would be completely consensual between adults. The deities would not frown upon that.”

“I guess…”

Gina rolled over and kissed Uma on the lips. “You need to do what you feel is right for you in your heart. And even if you don’t worship with your mother or sister, you are free to worship alone or with a friend this holiday. Or not at all. You need to be able to look yourself in the eye come Tuesday morning. And the most important part is how you treat your fellow humans, not whether you have puking sex with your sister and mother this weekend. If we are not a spiritual path that appeals to you, find one that does, and be loving to everyone.”

Uma nodded, but despite the goddess’s reassurance, she still felt uneasy.

“Be true to yourself and go with our blessings,” Gina finished. The goddess ran her fingers down across Uma’s face, pulling her eyes closed. A second later when Uma opened her them she was back in her darkened bedroom in her night shirt. There was no vomit anywhere to be seen, though her sleep shorts were soaked with grool. The lantern was still burning and the clock indicated only two minutes had passed in the real world.

She blew out the lantern and stared up at the ceiling. Vomiting sex was incredible. She was now totally into the Temple of Sindee. But whether she could share that intensity with her mother and sister was still an open question.

As her mind swirled, she drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Chapter III

(Somewhere near Mount Olympus, in the general vicinity of the doorway to the underworld, in a foul slime-filled gutter.)

Sindee gave a hard thrust into Hecate’s asshole and felt the goddess come for at least the fourth time. The tightening of the divine sphincter around Sindee’s girl cock finally pushed her over the edge and she groaned as her seed erupted from her divine meat and poured into Hecate’s deep, puke-filled hole. The Goddess of Emesis ejaculated load after load into the Goddess of Necromancy (among other things), their bodies coated in a thick layer of their mutual vomit and rotting filth.

Part of Sindee’s job as the main Goddess of Emesis was to interact with the other gods and goddesses on Olympus. A lot of them treated her with basic respect, but otherwise kind of kept their distance because, well, puking just wasn’t their jam. Zeus, being Zeus, had tried once (just once) to get one over on one of Sindee’s girls – her mother, Marlena, Goddess of Health Emesis. Mom, forewarned about Zeus, had allowed him to seduce her, had pushed him onto his back, and was going full cowgirl when she leaned over and puked straight into Zeus’s face. The old god wasn’t particular happy about that, and got soft almost immediately. There had been quite a kerfuffle around Olympus after that, but eventually things calmed down. Ever since then, the King of the Gods had behaved himself.

On the other hand, some of the goddesses were totally into Sindee and her girls. Obviously the three goddesses who had spawned them were dialed in, but so were some others. One of the ones who was fascinated had been Hecate. And the girls, for their part, were fascinated by Hecate and her ability to be in three bodies at once if she desired, and, especially, to raise the dead. In particular, the Goddesses of Death Emesis, Abby and Luna, had fallen hard for her – ambulatory rotting corpses were definitely up their alley. So Hecate had worked her way into Sindee’s close circle, which meant periodic romps to include puking and other disgusting, delightful things – such as tonight’s obscene fuck-fest.

The Olympian gutter in which the two goddesses lay reeked of filth and rotting things. Small, slimy creatures slithered under the muck, snatching chunks of puke and prodding at orifices. It was marvelous. Sindee slowly slid her cock out of Hecate’s gaped hole and leaned back, resting against the side of the gutter, her tits and the tip of her still-ejaculating cock sticking out of the foul water. Hecate rolled over and lay next to Sindee. The two stared up into the starry night sky.

“This weekend is one of your ‘full-body worships’, isn’t it?” Hecate said, pressing her body against Sindee’s side, her firm tits against Sindee’s shoulder. The Goddess of Necromancy ran her long fingers up Sindee’s still-erect cock, squeezing another thick glob of holy come from the gaping tip then licking it off her filthy fingers.

“Yes, it’s going well. We already have worshipers in ten countries and three continents. The word is spreading. What we still don’t have are priestesses. We’re trying to identify good candidates among our adherents, but being a new temple, it’s tough.”

“That’s one of the challenging parts of divinity. I get intros from addictive necrophiliacs all the time…”

“Yah,” Sindee said. “Most of the women who are interested in becoming my priestesses are either control freaks or bulimics. Eating disorders are not what we are looking for. On the good side, Cathy and Marlena have gotten over a dozen women into rehab, but I still don’t have a single legit priestess. It’s frustrating.”

“I bet. Do you guys ever go down and join in any of the celebrations?” Hecate asked.

“Our adherents can commune with a goddess, and so far we’ve only had one worship weekend. It’s our intention to have each of my girls pop in on one celebration. We are still figuring out how that’s going to work.”

“Any…you know…necrophilia among your flock?”

“No, that is limited to the goddesses. We generally frown upon digging up corpses. That would be disrespectful. Plus that sort of thing is dangerous and unhealthy to mere mortals.”

“What if, say, the Goddess of Necromancy dug them up…and animated them…and protected the mortals?”

“That’s good for up here on Olympus, but down in the human world?” Sindee looked over at Hecate skeptically.

“I bet there are some of your followers who would get into it. During your last full-bodied weekend did any of your worshipers end up in cemeteries?”

“Not that I recall, but we only had a couple dozen adherents at that point. We’ve grown immensely since then.”

“Can we make a deal that if any of your adherents start showing interest in graveyards or the like, that I can raise some dead and see if they like it?”

“I’ll go along if you can get Persephone onboard.”

“Deal.” Hecate climbed out of the filth and wiped her hands off on a towel, then reached for her cell phone. A few minutes later the Goddess of Death was standing next to the gutter looking down at the two of them.

“You two are a hot mess,” she said, then peeled off her robe and slipped into the filth next to Hecate and Sindee, dunking her entire body and her head, then slicking her hair back with the filth. Slime ran down her body, trickling down her pendulous tits and dripping off her long hard nipples. She straddled Sindee’s hips and stroked her girl-cock.

“So what do you need?” Seph asked. “Let’s get the business out of the way because now that I am here I want some puke and some cock, in any order you want.”

Hecate spoke. “We need your blessing. If any of Sindee’s adherents wander into a cemetery during their worship weekend, I want to raise some dead and see how they react. I bet they get into the idea of rotting corpses. Sindee wanted your okay before we went forward.”

“Raising dead among humans is not something to be taken lightly,” Persephone said, narrowing her eyes. “They get twitchy around death.”

“Right, but these will be humans who were worshiping Sindee in cemetery, for fuck’s sake.”

Seph looked at Sindee. “You dialed in to this idea?”

“I’m willing to give it a whirl,” Sindee said, running her thumb around Persephone’s big, wide nipple and pinching it gently.

Hecate chimed in again. “I’ll be there in three forms – at least one, maybe two, with a cock – Sindee will make sure Abby and Luna are there, and Sindee will make an appearance eventually. You can be there too if you want. We’ll do this in a non-threatening, erotic fashion. It’ll be hot and nasty.”

Persephone smiled. “Then let’s give it a try. I want to be there too.”

“Thanks,” Sindee said, stretching out Seph’s nipple.

Hecate sucked a couple mouthfuls of filth from the gutter, planted her lips against Persephone’s and vomited into her mouth. Persephone sucked down Hecate’s ejecta, then slid her cunt down Sindee’s still-pulsating shaft. She could feel the ribs in Sindee’s pole and the thick veins that spidered across the meat. The hard cock slid deep into her cunt and penetrated her cervix. Persephone moaned and leaned over, her face above Sindee’s. Sindee opened her mouth and Persephone vomited into it, as Hecate knelt above Sindee’s head, spread her labia, and pissed across her face.

Puke and urine slipped down Sindee’s face and neck, puddling on the surface of the slimy water between her tits that were just sticking above the surface. Persephone vomited again, this time releasing a mound of rot and maggots across Sindee’s face and neck. Sindee swallowed, picked up a handful from the water’s surface, and gulped it down as Persephone turned her attention to siding her body up and down Sindee’s girl-cock.

Not to be left out, Hecate moved behind Persephone, then pushed the Goddess of Death forward and rimmed her crinkly divine sphincter. Persephone moaned as Hecate stretched her hole, shot a load of puke inside, slid a few fingers, then her entire hand inside. Sindee pulled Persephone’s mountainous tits to her face, sucking on the vomit-covered nipples. When Hecate grabbed Sindee’s cock through the layers of flesh, Sindee arched her back and shot a fresh, hot, steaming load into the Goddess of Death’s womb. Persephone came, then came again.

Sindee sighed. Despite the challenges, being a goddess wasn’t a bad gig…

* * * *

Chapter IV

The next morning, Uma was the last up. Laila and Annika were sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee when she came down sleepily. Nobody said anything until Uma had drank the first couple sips of her joe.

Annika broke the silence. “Well…?” she said, expectantly.

Uma sighed. “I met Gina and it was wonderful. I get it now, at least most of it. The part I’m still not so sure of, though, is the incest. I guess I’m just a little old fashioned.”

“So you’re going to the beach with Teagan then?” Laila asked, hiding her disappointment.

“I guess. Maybe next time I’ll be more amenable, but right now the incest part just bothers me.”

“Well, if you change your mind, we will be worshiping Saturday night, so you have another day to think about it. But either way, I love you and respect your decision.”

Teagan came by to pick Uma up around noon and they headed to the beach. The afternoon and evening were nice. They hung out on the beach, walked the boardwalk, did the usual things folks do on Memorial Day Friday at the beach. Uma thought she had put the whole puke goddess thing out of her mind, but as she and Teagan were getting ready for bed that evening, sitting around in just tanks and thongs, she found Teagan staring at her oddly.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“Uma, we’ve known each other since we were kids, so I can tell when something’s bothering you. You’ve been doing a great job of hiding it today, but there’s something on your mind. Out with it. Tell mommy Teagan what’s going on.”

Uma was a little taken aback. She had thought she had kept her distraction over her mother’s new spiritual path to herself. This was unexpected. She tried to bluff her way out of it.

“Nothing’s the matter, Teagan,” she said. “I’m fine.”

“Bullshit, knock it off girl. Dish!”

“Ugh!” Uma swore, throwing herself backwards on the bed. “I don’t want to think about it!”

“You’ll feel better if you do.”

“Okay,” Uma finally mumbled. “But you have to keep this a secret. Swear?”

“I swear, now come on, spill it!”

So Uma did, she told everything. She even pulled up the website and showed Teagan some of the content.

When she was done she lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, suddenly relieved to have shared her situation with someone.

Teagan looked thoughtful. “What’s holding you back?” she asked.

“Incest,” Uma mumbled staring up at the ceiling of their room.

“Besides that.”

“Nothing.”

Teagan got up and walked to the window, staring out at the night ocean, then she turned.

“Tomorrow we’re going back to your mom’s house. I’m coming with you. We’re going to do this.”

“What? No! I’m not dragging you into this!” Uma cried.

“You’re not dragging me anywhere. I’m curious, and it sounds like I’m the one who will be dragging you. Is it okay if I bring my mom?”

“What? Your mom? Fuck, Teagan, are you crazy? She’ll shit if she knew.”

“No she won’t. She was crazy in her day, and while she loves my Dad, she gets a little bored sometime. I bet she would go for this.”

“But what about your dad and your brother?”

“They’ll be happy to sit here, drink beer, smoke weed, watch baseball, and ogle teenage girls in tiny swimsuits out on the beach. Either way they’ll probably be happier with us out of the way.”

“No. No. Absolutely not.”

It was Teagan’s turn to sigh. She shook her head. “I guess it’s time to call in the nuclear option.” She walked to the bedroom door and pulled it open.

“Mom!” she called. “Need a little help in here.”

Uma felt a sinking feeling come over her. Suddenly she realized she’d been had.

Teagan’s mother, Angie, came into the room and Teagan closed the door. Angie was 45 and curvy with wide hips, a tiny bit of a belly roll, and big fat mom-tits. Her brown hair had just enough gray peppered in to be attractive and she was wearing a robe that looked like she might be bare underneath. She smelled like she might have just come from the shower.

“You…you…you were in league with my mother and sister,” Uma spurted out. “This was a setup!”

“It’s not a setup,” Teagan said. “You are completely free to stay here over the weekend. But you at least need to see what you’re missing before you close any doors. I’m your best friend and I want what’s best for you – therefore I want to make sure you are making an informed decision.”

Angie pulled open the robe she was wearing and cast it to the side, standing nude in front Uma and Teagan. Teagan piled clothes and luggage on the beds, leaving the faded linoleum floor on the old beach bedroom clear. Then Teagan peeled off her tank and thong, and dropped to her knees in front of her mother.

Uma started to say something but Angie put a finger to her lips for silence, then whispered “just watch”. Angie slipped that finger into her mouth. Teagan looked up at her mother and opened her own mouth, looking for all the world like a little baby bird waiting to be fed by her mother.

Uma wanted to turn away. She wanted to hide. She wanted to go someplace safe. But she was enrapt. Seeing her best friend naked in front of her equally naked mother, waiting to receive a shot of puke, was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

The whole thing seemed to play out in slow motion. Angie squeezed her big tits together and shoved two fingers into her mouth, stroking the back of her throat. She dry heaved once, twice, her big mom tits and her roll of belly fat jiggling with each retch. Then her stomach loosened up and a thick, chunky, whitish load of half-digested rice and milk shot out. It landed on her big, fat mommy tits. Teagan leapt up and began slurping the crud off her mom’s breasts.

Uma was frozen to the spot. She had never seen anything this hot, this beautiful, as her best friend sucking her mother’s vomit up like a baby drinking her mother’s milk. Her thong was soaked and her nipples were boring through her tank. Angie looked at her and smiled, then shot a fresh load of milky puke across her tit for for daughter to suck up.

Uma stared. Uma moaned. Uma came just watching. Uma took a cautious step forward.

Teagan moved so she was focused on just her mother’s right breast, leaving the left for Uma, who started vacuuming up the remaining vomit on Angie’s tit. A second later a fresh load rolled down Angie’s chest and the girls lapped it up. Angie’s puke was thick and chunky, but with her new heightened sense of awareness about vomit, Uma realized it was a great consistency, great smell, great flavor. She loved every mouthful she gulped down. Out of the corner of her eye, Uma watched Teagan sucking down her mother’s puke from her mother’s chest. It was so fucking hot – incestuous lesbian vomiting sex.

Angie stepped back and sat down on the hard linoleum floor. She leaned backwards and spread her legs, revealing her gaping mom-cunt and her thick, meaty lobes. Below her slit, her over-abused asshole was yawning so wide that the word ‘gape’ barely did it justice. Angie’s sphincter was so overused it looked like a second vagina. Her ass-lips loosely hung down from her anus like anal labia that were so loose they swayed side-to-side with every move Angie made. Her ass looked like it had been fucked by a freight train every day for her entire life.

Teagan licked and sucked on her mother’s flapping sphincter, pulling the loose, thick, meaty flesh into her mouth, nipping it, and stretching it out. Angie moaned when her daughter bit her asshole flesh and pulled back hard enough to draw blood. Teagan slid four fingers – then her fist – into her mother’s gaping asshole then tilted upwards, forcing a mound of pink to pop out of her mother’s yawning cunt. Teagan licked her mom’s cunt meat as a fresh load of vomit rolled down between Angie’s tits, down her stomach, and to her yawning hole. Teagan shoved a handful of puke into her mother’s cunt, then bent down and started licking the chunky puke from Angie’s slit.

With Teagan crouched down sucking her mother’s pussy, her asshole and cunt were sticking up in the air. Uma was horny as hell and had entered full lesbian mode. She moved behind Teagan, licking her cunt and rimming her best friend’s crinkly asshole. Uma was shocked how loose and overused Teagan’s ass looked. It was already gaping over an inch of its own accord. She was too young to have an asshole that looked like that. Was that part of the Sindee thing? Every girl in the images on the website were like this, it must be.

As if reading Uma’s mind, her best friend reached back and slid three fingers into her asshole, gaping it wide. Uma automatically knew what was expected of her. She gulped, then leaned forward and slipped two fingers down her throat. Up until this point, she had only made herself vomit in her dream-state visit with Gina. Now was the time for the real thing. She teased the back of her throat. At first, nothing happened. But suddenly she felt as if a presence was hovering over her – the presence of Gina the Goddess of Love Emesis. And just like that, her stomach retched and she ejected a thick, nasty soup straight into her best friend’s gaping asshole. Teagan begged her for more, and Uma complied, shooting more of her half-digested dinner into Teagan’s stretched sphincter.

Uma had never really considered a gaped asshole to be hot – until now when she was filling Teagan’s up with puke. Now she understood why some people loved stretched assholes. Teagan’s was all pink and crumply inside and Teagan seemed to be able to push it out into a little dome. It was so beautiful, especially coated in vomit.

Uma leaned back for a moment and could see that Teagan now had her arm a few inches past the wrist deep into her mother’s asshole and was pushing even more of Angie’s pussyflesh out of her gaped cunt. It looked like Teagan’s thumb and wrist were wrapped in her mother’s cunt tissue and pushed several inches out of her gaping lobes. The flesh was coated in a layer of vomit that continued to pour out of Angie’s mouth and down her stomach. Teagan’s mouth was practically glued to her mother’s flesh as she sucked up Angie’s puke. And Angie, for her part, continued to tease her throat and bring up more and more of her beautiful load, sending chunky puke sluicing down between her tits to her prolapsed cunt for her daughter to suck up.

Uma looked down at Teagan’s still gaping asshole, then rimmed it one more time and slipped four fingers inside, then her entire hand. Teagan moaned as Uma’s wrist slipped past her loose, overused sphincter. Uma used two fingers from her other hand to pull Teagan’s hole even wider, allowing her to shoot a fresh lubricating shot of puke into her best friend’s hole. Teagan’s back arched in an orgasm as Uma slid her arm halfway to the elbow. Uma shot another load of vomit, this time that ran down Teagan’s back and mixed up into her hair as Teagan continued to suck up the puke that Angie sent rolling down her tummy. Teagan had completely forced Angie’s cunt inside out and her mother’s cervix was sticking out several inches from her body, coated in puke. Teagan planted her lips on the muscly ring and sucked some of the wayward puke out of her mother’s womb, before succumbing to another orgasm brought on my Uma’s relentless arm-pounding of her asshole. Uma’s forearm was sliding in to her elbow with each stroke and Teagan’s asshole was gripping her skin like a sheath, prolapsing out four or five inches, the pink flesh coated with still-hot puke.

Teagan and her mother came again, then slowed their ardor. Uma slowly slid her hand from her best friend’s puke-filled asshole, leaving it gaping, prolapsed, and trickling brownish vomit.

Teagan and Angie looked at Uma. Uma tried to get up, but Teagan pushed her shoulders back onto the vomit-coated linoleum.

“Don’t even think about trying to sneak away just yet,” Teagan said. Uma thought about arguing, but only for a second, then her needy, submissive side completely took over. She was happy to let her best friend and her best friend’s mother take charge. She surrendered as her best friend opened her mouth and vomited into her own maw. Uma sucked down Teagan’s puke, then moaned as Teagan began running her tongue down Uma’s body towards her cunt.

Meanwhile, Angie moved so she was kneeling above Uma’s face. Uma dutifully opened her mouth and a second later a steaming stream of piss gushed out of Angie’s still-distended, puke-filled pisshole and into her mouth.