Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A smell of malaise and nausea suggested her to bring a bucket to maintain side by side to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few months in her number one own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able to handle taking care of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a child, except the common yearly common cold, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly meticulous personal hygienics. Erika looked at herself in the lavatory mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual sleeping gearing, an old, slightly too large grey tee shirt and plain white scanty. She was the kind of girl you'd be more probably to call"cute"than"sexy ”, with a pretty face and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being felicitous with her weighting of about 60kg at her 165 centimetres. Erika usually didn't mind eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like shit. Her grayish sleeping T-shirt almost entirely hid her frame and her C-cup breasts, but her pale fount was what drew her tending the most. She looked plainly ill.
"Fuck ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her middle from the mirror, picked up the bucket and went to bed early.

"At to the lowest degree it's Fri, and if I get sick, I won't have to hollo into body of work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her head of long hair on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning abdomen, 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 hours into Erika's sleep, her soundbox impolitely woke her from a pleasant ambition. For a few seconds the eventide's troubles were a leave computer memory, until the spit quickly building in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a pail on the flooring side by side to her. A dividing line of bad hex quickly ran through her judgement as she turned the lamp on the side mesa on with a skag, reached for the bucket and brought it to her fount. A cough made her drool into the credit card bucket, but it didn't kibosh her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her tum spasm up and a 2nd later a disgusting gurgling audio emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the plastic container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour penchant as her oral cavity filled and food and stomach message passed the ill-timed way out across her sassing. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breath. The acidic smell of vomit filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent frightful, but her consistence promptly disagreed. Another muscle contraction of her stomach forced her to plunk her head back down into the bucket. A torrent of vomit sloshed into it, and a few drops splashed back up against her case."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to wipe her aspect off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't maintenance less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to feel her body relax again. Her breadbasket felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The sickness that had lingered over her since the evening before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't aid but front into it. xanthous, slimy liquid with half-digested solid food speck filled the buttocks few centimetres. Erika looked at the substance with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"So, that was inside me. ”, she thought. Surprising herself, she leaned in closer and sniffed the contents."That doesn't smell as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the conclusion, because she gagged on the aroma, her body warning her it might confound up again."stupid thought, Erika…"
She laid her top dog back down on the pillow, still holding the pail in her lap. The feeling of relief from not being nauseous anymore and her physical structure finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the warmth of her puking through the bottom of the bucket on top of her second joint and pubic bone. She caught herself in the view and immediately cast it from her judgement."What the infernal region is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to draw a blank drawing that sexual analogue, and got out of bed to empty the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucketful again and interrupted her train of opinion with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her clog up emetic into the sewer trough and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt in effect now, she decided to look at the bucket back to bed, just in case.

That was a dependable decision. After just two more hours of eternal rest, Erika awoke again in the middle of the night. This meter she immediately realized why. Her right hand found the switch to the lamp and her former 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 bucket under her chin, her venter muscles cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her body tense and the spit that had gathered in her backtalk being replaced by a sullen, acidulous preference. Vomit streamed out of her mouth and over her delicate rim, to put down in the bucket with a sloshing sound. She took a deep breath of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This meter she was prepared for the odour. She took a minute to recoup and stared into the bucket.

What was ill-timed with her ? Was she… excited ? She felt ashamed of herself for it, but she couldn't ignore the tingling feeling in her body, the embarrassingly growing dampness between her ramification."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 bucket. With her right index number digit she softly swiped through her own chunky vomitus covering the buns of the container. A stratum of gook covered her finger, and she could experience her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nozzle, and smelled it."It doesn't actually smell very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable thought, and urged her to cross her normal bounds. She hesitantly moved her finger to her lips and licked the vomit from her fingertip."Tastes the same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the net of the sludge from her Spanish pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her will hired man was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the outside of her damp, Edward Douglas White Jr. pantie, the bucket held between her legs. Not being able-bodied to guess clearly any more than, lost in herself, she brought her rightfulness hand back down into the pail and scooped some half-digested food for thought up with two fingers. Strands of goo hung from her fingers still halfway up the bucket. Her get out hired hand pressed harder between her branch as she moved her two fingers to her back talk and sucked the kitschy food and rotter into her mouth. That's where her consistence drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her soundbox's natural reaction forced her gut to kick out a torrent of puke.

Despite her tummy being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton pantie between her legs, now practically soaked, her eubstance sending very mixed messages about this new sexual 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 physical structure tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just shop myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her keister back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky feeling between her cheeks, but her body was sending another message. She felt her snatch tingle at the thought and bozo extrusion on her arms.

"Why does this demented asshole turn me on so god shit much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up missy"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left hand inside her pantie, caressing her wet mouth. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound tickle pink way too much."Oh roll in the hay it, then"she finally decided, and let her barriers fall.

With a light grunt, she forced her bowels to work, opening the logic gate and releasing the product of her churning venter into her now unclean scanty. She was going to hold to change the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly open, pushing a very soft, mawkish and noisome log out into her underwear. She felt it squish between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her behind. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a vitiate pleasure how her shit scatter across her boldness. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too undecomposed. The foul smell from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad breadbasket, but it only urged her on. Her left hand stroked her clitoris, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the mess in the spine of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucket in front of her, and a abhorrent look-alike formed in her thinker. In one chimneysweeper, she took her tee shirt off, exposing her bare, firm breasts to the dim light in the room. Her veracious hand dove into the bucketful of quick puke again, and scooped up a fistful of the slimy liquid. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her deal against her leftover breast, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her pixilated tit. The belief of her fond puke dripping down her bureau almost drove her over the edge, as her leave deal moved quicker and quicker to turn her pussy and drive her urges on. She repeated the operation with her the right way breast and dipped her hand into the bucket a 3rd time. This handful of barf, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cup hand. Erika already foresaw how her sand would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own vomit, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of puke into the bucket in front of her. The feeling of her stomach emptying again drove Erika over the edge to bliss. Her leave behind manus frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost control of her consistence. The bowel movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a hokey looseness of the bowels into her no-longer snowy panties. Her bladder emptied right over her bridge player and into her bed. But Erika didn't care. She saw star topology. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick fucking ”, her representative let out between breathing time. She was in heaven, with her own puking dripping from her sassing and from her mammilla, down her dresser and belly. The brown sludge wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her slit. The sea of ardent piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde foreland of pilus landed on the pillow with a sound thud. She'd never come that heavily before, she hadn't known it was potential to experience like this. She still hadn't recovered. external respiration suddenly, sharp hint, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the only words that she managed to silently let roll across her lips. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her leg, slowly and softly stroking her lips."If someone could see me now…"She let out a light laughter. 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 research Thomas More thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her electric current post and the touch of being utterly filthy, and put the bucket back down on the floor, pulled the screening over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a instant to savour the fond feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mass in the back of her panties. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her paw run down from her boob, along her vomit-covered chest and abdomen and down to lie beneath her thighs. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morning, with a familiar feeling of spittle quickly edifice in her rima oris. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the bucketful, but elected instead to pull the cover off her organic structure. She felt a dried layer of something messy stuck and cracking on her pectus as she moved her soundbox. Immediately she also felt a tingle between her legs. Instead of snatching the pail, she raised her head slightly and looked down her au naturel consistency. And let it come in. Her belly expelled a lowly amount acrid watery disgorgement all over her chest and genitals. She guessed she didn't have much left in her stomach. Her hired man immediately rushed down into her unclean underwear to lean to her depraved desires. Her muddy fingerbreadth found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her thumb worked her sensitive button. Her articulatio coxae flat coat back and Forth and she relished in feeling the still soppy good deal under her ass.

After another mind-blowing orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to take up a shower. After a careful walk to the bathroom, trying not to take a crap a mess on the storey, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like dickhead. 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 foulness. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the meth and stepped into the shower."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 next time I get sick of ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .