Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A spirit of unease and nausea suggested her to make for a bucket to hold open next to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few calendar month in her outset own apartment and wasn't trusted how she would be able to cover taking precaution of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a baby, except the common yearbook coldness, always measured and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly punctilious personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual sleeping gear wheel, an old, slightly too large grey T-shirt and plain white panties. She was the variety of girlfriend you'd be more likely to call"cute"than"sexy ”, with a jolly face and a torso that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her weighting of about 60kg at her 165 centimeter. Erika usually didn't mind eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like shit. Her grey kip T-shirt almost entirely hid her figure of speech and her C-cup bosom, but her pale look was what drew her tending the most. She looked plainly ill.
"nookie ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her center from the mirror, picked up the bucket and went to bed early.

"At to the lowest degree it's Friday, and if I get throw up, I won't have to call into work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her header of farseeing 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 come asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few hr into Erika's slumber, her soundbox impolitely woke her from a pleasant dream. For a few seconds the even's troubles were a forgotten computer memory, until the saliva quickly building in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a bucket on the floor future to her. A line of bad curses quickly ran through her brain as she turned the lamp on the side tabular array on with a tang, reached for the bucket and brought it to her facial expression. A cough made her dribble into the charge plate pail, but it didn't lay off her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her stomach cramp up and a second later a disgusting gurgling sound emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the plastic container with a splashing sound.

The intuitive feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour appreciation as her mouth filled and food and stomach content passed the damage way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a thick hint. The acidic smell of vomit filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her consistency promptly disagreed. Another contraction of her breadbasket forced her to dive her school principal back down into the bucket. A cloudburst of regurgitation sloshed into it, and a few drib splashed back up against her face."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp iron stopped and she leaned back to wipe her face off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't maintenance less about her usual care to hygiene. She was just relieved to palpate her torso relax again. Her stomach felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The nausea that had lingered over her since the evening before was washed away, ejected into the pail sitting in her lap. She couldn't help but look into it. xanthous, slimy liquid with half-digested food particles filled the rear few centimetres. Erika looked at the contents 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 flavour as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decision, because she gagged on the olfactory property, her soundbox warning her it might throw off up again."pillock idea, Erika…"
She laid her head back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The touch sensation of relief from not being nauseous anymore and her body finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the affectionateness of her vomitus through the prat of the bucket on top of her thighs and pubic bone. She caught herself in the idea and immediately cast it from her mind."What the underworld is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to bury drawing that sexual analog, and got out of bed to empty the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her train of thought with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her ill-scented puke into the commode bowl and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt good now, she decided to take the pail back to bed, just in case.

That was a good determination. After just two more hours of sleep, Erika awoke again in the heart of the night. This time she immediately realized why. Her right hand found the transposition to the lamp and her other quickly darted to the bucketful. 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 pail under her mentum, her stomach muscle cramped. A mentally devise Erika felt her torso tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a sour, acidic gustatory modality. Vomit streamed out of her mouth and over her delicate lips, to land in the bucketful with a sloshing auditory sensation. She took a deep breathing space of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the smell. She took a minute to recuperate 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 moistness between her branch."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 in good order index finger she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the bottom of the container. A layer of ooze covered her finger, and she could feel her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually spirit very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable cerebration, and urged her to cross her normal boundaries. 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 last of the muck from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her pull up stakes hand was now resting between her ramification, softly stroking the exterior of her damp, white-hot panties, the bucket held between her ramification. Not being able to think clearly any more than, lost in herself, she brought her right hand back down into the pail and scooped some half-digested solid food up with two fingers. filament of gunk hung from her finger's breadth still halfway up the bucketful. Her depart deal pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two fingers to her sassing and sucked the hokey intellectual nourishment and puke into her mouth. That's where her trunk drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her consistence's natural reaction forced her gut to expel a cloudburst of puke.

Despite her tummy being cramped up, her script was still stroking the cotton panty between her pegleg, now practically soaked, her dead body sending very mixed subject matter about this new sexual perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

Throwing up from sucking her finger's breadth 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 rump back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, embarrassing feeling between her impudence, but her body was sending another message. She felt her kitty tingle at the cerebration and goose protrusion on her arms.

"Why does this unhinged shit turn me on so god damn much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up young woman"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left hired hand inside her panties, caressing her wet lips. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound thrill way too much."Oh nooky it, then"she finally decided, and let her roadblock fall.

With a visible radiation grunt, she forced her intestine to work, opening the gates and releasing the production of her churning venter into her now soil panty. She was going to bear to change the plane anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her cocksucker slowly spread, pushing a very soft, mushy and foul-smelling log out into her underwear. She felt it slosh between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her backside. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverse pleasure how her dickhead spread across her boldness. She couldn't occlusive now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too secure. The filthy olfactory modality from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her depart hand stroked her button, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another poop to the hatful in the rear of her panties.

She caught a smell from the bucket in strawman of her, and a repulsive image formed in her mind. In one sweep, she took her jersey off, exposing her bare, firm breasts to the dim lighting in the way. Her rightfulness hand dive into the bucket of warm up vomit again, and scooped up a smattering of the vile liquid. Erika hesitated for a second, but then firmly put her hand against her odd tit, smearing it with her own lowlife, toying with her firm nipple. The feeling of her affectionate puke dripping down her dresser almost drove her over the edge, as her left field hand moved quicker and quicker to shape her pussycat and push back her urge on. She repeated the operation with her powerful breast and dipped her deal into the bucket a third time. This handful of crumb, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped hand. Erika already foresaw how her guts would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a smattering of her own vomit, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a undulation of barf into the bucket in battlefront of her. The feeling of her stomach emptying again ride Erika over the edge to bliss. Her left deal frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost control of her body. The bowel movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a bathetic diarrhoea into her no-longer white pantie. Her vesica emptied right over her script and into her bed. But Erika didn't care. She saw lead. She wallowed in her skank."Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick fuck ”, her interpreter let out between breather. She was in heaven, with her own vomit dripping from her lips and from her nipple, down her chest and tummy. The brown muck wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her cunt. The sea of warm piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde drumhead of hair landed on the pillow with a heavy thud. She'd never come that intemperately before, she hadn't known it was possible to feel 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 shit…"were the only words that she managed to silently let curlicue across her backtalk. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her sass."If someone could see me now…"She let out a tripping jest. 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 search more thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her electric current state of affairs and the touch of being dead filthy, and put the bucket back down on the story, pulled the covers over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a mo to savour the strong spirit of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mass in the rear of her panties. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her hands run down from her bosom, along her vomit-covered chest and tummy and down to lie beneath her second joint. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the dawning, with a associate feeling of spittle quickly building in her mouthpiece. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the pail, but elected instead to deplume the screening off her trunk. She felt a dried level of something messy stuck and cracking on her pectus as she moved her body. Immediately she also felt a tingle between her legs. Instead of snatching the pail, she raised her head slightly and looked down her raw body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a small amount sulfurous watery vomit all over her chest and genitalia. She guessed she didn't have much left in her belly. Her hand immediately rushed down into her soiled underwear to tend to her demoralize desires. Her foul fingers found their way inside of her and stroked her inner wall, while her thumb worked her sensitive clitoris. Her pelvic girdle solid ground back and forth and she relished in feeling the still soppy plenty under her ass.

After another mind-blowing orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to take aim a shower. After a thrifty paseo to the lavatory, trying not to make a mess on the base, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like dickhead. But she couldn't aid but smile and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own nastiness. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underclothes in the trash and stepped into the exhibitioner."I wonder how I'm going to clean that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a plastic covering for the next time I get sickish ”.

Erika hoped she would get grisly again very soon .