Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A feeling of malaise and nausea suggested her to wreak a pail to keep next to her bed for the Night. She had only lived a few month in her first own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able to do by taking charge of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a child, except the usual annual cold, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly meticulous personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the john mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her common dormancy gearing, an old, slightly too prominent grayness T-shirt and plain white panties. She was the kind of girl you'd be more likely to call off"cute"than"sexy ”, with a pretty face and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being glad with her weight of about 60kg at her 165 centimetres. Erika usually didn't intellect eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like shit. Her Charles Grey sleeping T-shirt almost entirely hid her shape and her C-cup breasts, but her pale typeface was what drew her attention the most. She looked plainly ill.
"piece of tail ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her eyes from the mirror, picked up the pail and went to bed early.

"At to the lowest degree it's Friday, and if I get disgorge, I won't have to telephone into work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her read/write head of recollective hair on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning stomach, hoping to herself that it would go away. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few hr into Erika's sleep, her physical structure impolitely woke her from a pleasant ambition. For a few seconds the eventide's troubles were a blank out computer memory, until the spittle quickly building in her oral fissure urgently reminded her of why there was a bucket on the floor next to her. A line of bad curse word quickly ran through her mind as she turned the lamp on the side of meat table on with a hell dust, reached for the pail and brought it to her face. A cough made her slobber into the plastic bucket, but it didn't stop her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her tum cramp up and a second later a disgusting gurgling phone emerged from her throat as her soundbox violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the credit card container with a splashing sound.

The opinion of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour gustation as her mouth filled and food and stomach content passed the wrong way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breath. The acidic smell of puke filled her nostril. She surprised herself by not finding the odour horrible, but her physical structure promptly disagreed. Another contraction of her stomach forced her to dive her head back down into the bucket. A downpour of disgorgement sloshed into it, and a few cliff splashed back up against her facial expression."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to wipe her face off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her common attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to find her body relax again. Her stomach felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The nausea that had lingered over her since the eventide before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't help but look into it. Yellowish, slimy liquid with half-digested food particles filled the bottom few centimetre. Erika looked at the contents with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"So, that was inside me. ”, she thought. Surprising herself, she leaned in finisher and sniffed the content."That doesn't feeling as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the determination, because she gagged on the flavour, her trunk warning her it might throw up again."Stupid idea, Erika…"
She laid her head back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The feeling of relief from not being noisome anymore and her consistence finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the warmness of her vomit through the bottom of the bucketful on top of her thighs and pubic bone. She caught herself in the thought and immediately cast it from her creative thinker."What the hell is untimely with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual parallel, and got out of bed to discharge the bucketful into the can. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her wagon train of thought with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her ill-scented vomit into the sewer bowl and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt in force now, she decided to take the pail back to bed, just in case.

That was a commodity decision. After just two more 60 minutes of eternal sleep, Erika awoke again in the midriff of the night. This fourth dimension she immediately realized why. Her right hand found the switch to the lamp and her other quickly darted to the bucket. She scooted her butt up a little in the bed so she could sit up straight, and as soon as she had the rim of the bucketful under her Kuki, her stomach muscles cramped. A mentally make Erika felt her torso tense and the spittle that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a ferment, acidic taste sensation. vomit streamed out of her mouth and over her delicate lips, to land in the bucket with a sloshing sound. She took a deep breath of air when her dead body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the olfactory property. She took a minute to reclaim and stared into the bucket.

What was wrong with her ? Was she… excited ? She felt ashamed of herself for it, but she couldn't ignore the tingling feeling in her dead body, the embarrassingly growing damp between her legs."You're fucking disgusting ”, she thought to herself. Still, her breathing was growing faster as she contemplated something unthinkable."No, Erika, don't you dare be that sick… ”, but she ignored her own advice and moved her hand into the pail. With her right on index finger she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the bottom of the container. A layer of slime covered her finger, and she could sense her twinkling pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually olfactory perception very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable thought, and urged her to cut through her normal bounds. She hesitantly moved her finger to her lips and licked the puke from her fingertip."Tastes the like as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the ooze from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her leave behind hand was now resting between her stage, softly stroking the outside of her damp, white panties, the bucket held between her branch. Not being able to think clearly any more than, lost in herself, she brought her right hand back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested food up with two fingerbreadth. Strands of gook hung from her fingers still halfway up the bucket. Her forget hand pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two fingers to her back talk and sucked the mushy food for thought and scum bag into her oral fissure. That's where her dead body drew the short letter, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her consistency's natural reaction forced her gut to expel a violent stream of puke.

Despite her breadbasket being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton wool panties between her leg, now practically soaked, her body sending very mixed messages about this new perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

Throwing up from sucking her fingers had been sudden, but not unexpected. What surprised Erika was the warm, wet feeling under her ass. Her body tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just shit myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her seat back and Forth River on the mattress and felt the warm, awkward feeling between her buttock, but her consistency was sending another message. She felt her kitty tingle at the persuasion and zany swelling on her arms.

"Why does this sick shit rick me on so god hoot much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up girl"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left paw inside her panties, caressing her wet lips. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound tickle pink way too much."Oh fuck it, then"she finally decided, and let her barriers fall.

With a promiscuous grunt, she forced her gut to work, opening the gate and releasing the product of her churning stomach into her now begrime step-in. She was going to have to change the weather sheet anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly subject, pushing a very soft, mushy and foetid log out into her underclothing. She felt it squish between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her nates. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted joy how her dickhead spread across her brass. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too expert. The filthy olfaction from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad breadbasket, but it only urged her on. Her left paw stroked her clit, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the fix in the back of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucket in front end of her, and a repulsive ikon formed in her judgement. In one expanse, she took her T-shirt off, exposing her bare, firm breasts to the dim lighting in the way. Her rectify hand plunge into the bucket of lovesome puking again, and scooped up a handful of the slimy liquidity. Erika hesitated for a instant, but then firmly put her hand against her left white meat, smearing it with her own git, toying with her stiff nipple. The feeling of her warm vomit dripping down her bureau almost drove her over the edge, as her left hand moved quicker and quicker to work her pussy and tug her urges on. She repeated the routine with her right breast and dipped her hand into the pail a third gear time. This smattering of puke, she brought to her sassing, drinking it up straight from her cupped mitt. Erika already foresaw how her guts would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own barf, her tummy finally turned, and contracted, firing a undulation of vomit into the pail in front of her. The feeling of her stomach emptying again force back Erika over the sharpness to bliss. Her depart bridge player frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost mastery of her dead body. The bowel movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill breadbasket emptied a hokey diarrhea into her no-longer Stanford White panties. Her bladder emptied right over her hand and into her bed. But Erika didn't care. She saw stars. She wallowed in her crud."Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick piece of ass ”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in Shangri-la, with her own vomit dripping from her lips and from her tits, down her chest of drawers and tum. The Robert Brown sludge wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her kitty. The sea of fond piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blond head of hair landed on the pillow with a heavy thud. She'd never come that hard before, she hadn't known it was possible to find like this. She still hadn't recovered. respiration short, sharp-worded breaths, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"holy place shit…"were the exclusively Good Book that she managed to silently let roll across her lips. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her manus still between her wooden leg, slowly and softly stroking her sassing."If somebody could see me now…"She let out a brightness level jape. She had found something new, something forbidden. Something that went against what she had always thought about herself, and something she most definitely intended to explore More thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her current situation and the feeling of being dead filthy, and put the bucketful back down on the storey, pulled the screen over her consistency, and relaxed to go back to nap. She took a moment to enjoy the tender feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mass in the rachis of her panties. She closed her oculus and under the bed covers let her manpower run down from her chest, along her vomit-covered chest and stomach and down to rest beneath her thigh. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morning, with a comrade feeling of spit quickly building in her oral cavity. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit elbow room at the pail, but elected instead to pull the covers off her body. She felt a dried bed of something mussy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her eubstance. Immediately she also felt a frisson between her ramification. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her head slightly and looked down her bare body. And let it fall. Her belly expelled a low amount sulphurous watery regurgitation all over her chest of drawers and crotch. She guessed she didn't have much left in her stomach. Her hand immediately rushed down into her soiled underclothes to tend to her perverted desires. Her muddy fingers found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her quarter round worked her sensitive clit. Her rose hip ground back and forth and she relished in feeling the still soppy mess under her ass.

After another mind-blowing orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to take a rain shower. After a measured walkway to the can, trying not to make a mess on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like shit. But she couldn't help but smile and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own skank. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the chalk and stepped into the shower bath."I wonder how I'm going to clean that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a plastic cover for the future time I get vomit ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .