My second vomitsex experience happened during an interlude with a girlfriend ...

I have always had some bi-sexual leanings (first realized at 14). In college I met Stacy - a cute girl who was a self proclaimed lesbian. We'd crossed paths a few times on campus and one night in the student lounge after a few drinks she invited me back to her apartment for a few more drinks after the bar closed. Of course one thing led to another and we had sex. We repeated it three more nights that month. On our fifth night together something wonderful happened ...

Stacy and I had been drinking liquers all evening, kissing, playing, and were eating an icecream sunday covered in creme de mint when she asked if I'd ever fisted someone before. I said no and asked if it was painful. She said that some women couldn't take the stretching but others could, and those that could found it to be the most incredible feeling of total penetration they'd ever experienced. Then she asked me if I would fist her.

We finished our icecream and toasted with a shot of creme de mint and started making out. When Stacy was ready she directed me on how to do it ... lots of lube, slowly work one finger in at a time and modulate the pressure so her vagina slowly relaxed and stretched.

I was amazed as Stacy slowly opened up to my fingers and hand. She was loving it ... moaning and writhing as I worked her. I never thought I would be able to get my hand in past the knuckles. But as I applied pressure, Stacy lay still and quiet and I felt her vagina open and my hand slid right in past the wrist. I formed a fist inside her and she convulsed with the first of seven orgasms. I worked her for about 45 minutes and found that i could trigger her orgasm by pressing my fist upward inside her against her g-spot, then as she grew close i would slowly press deep, applying pressure against her uterus. She came long and hard each time.

Once she hit the point that she couldn't take anymore and her vagina started to tighten up I withdrew my hand and held her as she came down and napped. Once she awoke we finished the bottle of mint liquer and talked about it. She asked if I would like to try it. I was nervous at first but finally I snuggled up to her and nodded my head. I'm sure the booze helped my courage.

Stacy laid me back on the bed and made slow love to me to get me in the mood. Her lips tongue and fingers worked my body until l was ready for anything. Then she lubed her hands and my vagina ... slowly massaging my entire groin area ... loosen me ... relaxing me. She asked if I was ready and I answered "Yes."

I shivered with anticipation as she slid her first finger inside me ... then another ... then a third. She stayed with three for a long time trying to loosen my vagina. I felt an uncomfortable but not painful stretching as she added her baby finger and pressed in to her knuckles. "You're tight" she whispered, "you might not be able to take it."

I had come this far and I didn't want to stop now. I raised myself up on my elbows and looked down at her, "Try" I answered.

Stacy added her thumb and began the modulating pressure. She was right, it was very tight, but if she could get past the knuckles then her slim wrist would be all I had to contend with. She worked me for a very long time, and the more she worked me the more I wanted it. I found that if I pressed "out" she could get her hand in a little deeper than if I just relaxed. So with each push I would bear down as though I was giving birth.

After about 10 minutes of this I was getting so fucking hot I was almost in tears from frustration. Stacy soothed me and told me to relax. She massaged my lower tummy as she applied more and more pressure ... instead of backing off she just kept pushing, harder and harder. I cried out, gripped the sheets, ground my hips ... and when I thought it was never going in it suddenly happened.

I went completely still as I felt her hand moving ever so slowly and my vagina opening around her knuckles. I though that when it went in it would slide slowly all the way, but I was wrong. Once her knuckles were about halfway past the band of muscle at the entrance of my vagina, her hand just shot into me ... "plunk" ... and I felt her fist impact my uterus and fill my vagina totally.

The sensations that hit me at that instant were almost overwhelming; First, I felt totally penetrated ... my pussy was filled like never before. Second, I felt an orgasm threatening almost immediately. My thighs came together with a wet slap and I clenched her arm tight with them and rolled onto my side. Third ... and this was the big surprise ... I felt all the muscles in my tummy undulating on their own like wild things in my belly. My body was reacting to the deep intrusion. I felt as though my tummy was out of control ... but it was one of the sweetest sensations I'd ever felt. But I was afraid that Stacy might think that I was in pain with all the writhing and I didn't want her to pull her hand out. All I could manage was to cry out was; "Don't stop!"

So Stacy gripped my hips with her free arm and pushed deeper into me, compressing my uterus and stretching my vagina more. It was then that I felt the fluttering deep in my tummy. I moaned as I felt my stomach churn and clench. Quickly I turned and got up on all fours on the bed. My mouth suddenly filled with liquer and icecream as I felt her hand twisting inside me. I swallowed, but it came right back. I was dimly aware of Stacy saying; "It's okay, baby. Let it go." I opened my mouth and vomited all over the bed. I heaved again and more liquer and icecream spewed from my lips. Stacy started fucking me then and as I vomited a third time I came ... and it was one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had. Even though my thighs were quivering like crazy, I kept my bottom in the air with Stacy's help - she warpped her free arm around one thigh. But my arms were trembling so bad that I collapsed face first into the sticky puddle of sick in front of me.

Then we went wild. I totally lost control in the bliss I was feeling. Stacy kept fist fucking me deep and I kept vomiting until I was dry-heaving. Stacy told me later that I passed out during my fifth orgasm.

When I woke up I was in Stacy's arms. She had changed the bed but my hair and skin were sticky with the icecream and liquer vomit. She held me as we snuggled and talked about it. She said that it really turned her on that I totally lost control like I did. It turned me on too. I was too sore for an encore that day ... in fact for about a week. But we did it again 2 weeks later and this time laid down some plastic sheets. The repeat was almost as good as the first time.

Since then my tummy has gotten used to the invasion. But once in awhile Stacy and I get into vomitsex in another way. But that I'll save for another story ...

Dana