Erika felt that something wasn't right already the even before. A feeling of malaise and nausea suggested her to bring a bucket to keep back next to her bed for the Night. She had only lived a few months in her first base own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be capable to manage taking tending of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a minor, except the common annual common cold, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly meticulous personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the bath mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual sleeping gear, an old, slightly too orotund white-haired T-shirt and kvetch clean panty. She was the sort of daughter you'd be more likely to call"cute"than"sexy ”, with a pretty face and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her weight of about 60kg at her 165 centimetre. Erika usually didn't mind eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like shit. Her greyness quiescency T-shirt almost entirely hid her figure and her C-cup breasts, but her pale face was what drew her care the most. She looked plainly ill.
"Fuck ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her eyes from the mirror, picked up the bucket and went to bed early.

"At least it's Friday, and if I get fed up, I won't have to call into oeuvre ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her head of long 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 decrease asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few hours into Erika's slumber, her body impolitely woke her from a pleasant aspiration. For a few seconds the even's troubles were a forgotten retention, until the saliva quickly building in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a pail on the floor next to her. A line of bad jinx quickly ran through her nous as she turned the lamp on the position table on with a smack, reached for the pail and brought it to her aspect. A coughing made her drool into the plastic pail, but it didn't stop her backtalk from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her stomach cramp up and a mo later a disgusting gurgling auditory sensation emerged from her pharynx as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the fictile container with a splashing sound.

The tone of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the saturnine taste as her back talk filled and solid food and belly content passed the wrong way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breather. The acidic smell of vomit filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent frightful, but her torso promptly disagreed. Another compression of her stomach forced her to dive her headway back down into the bucket. A torrent of vomitus sloshed into it, and a few bead splashed back up against her fount."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the spasm stopped and she leaned back to wipe her face off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't tending less about her common aid 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 nausea that had lingered over her since the evening before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't service but wait into it. Yellowish, slimy liquid with half-digested solid food particles filled the bottom few centimetres. Erika looked at the depicted object with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"So, that was inside me. ”, she thought. Surprising herself, she leaned in finisher and sniffed the contents."That doesn't smell as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decision, because she gagged on the flavor, her torso warning her it might throw up again."pillock idea, Erika…"
She laid her head back down on the pillow, still holding the bucketful in her lap. The smell of easing from not being nauseous anymore and her body finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the warmth of her vomit through the underside of the bucket on top of her thigh and pubic off-white. She caught herself in the thought and immediately cast it from her mind."What the netherworld is improper with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that intimate parallel, and got out of bed to empty the pail into the john. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her caravan of thought with a business firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul vomit into the toilet sports stadium and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt secure now, she decided to select the bucket back to bed, just in case.

That was a good decisiveness. After just two more hours of sopor, Erika awoke again in the middle of the night. This time she immediately realized why. Her right hand hand found the switch to the lamp and her early 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 tummy muscles cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her trunk tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouthpiece being replaced by a dour, acidic taste. Vomit streamed out of her backtalk and over her delicate sass, to land in the bucket with a sloshing auditory sensation. She took a deeply breathing time of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This sentence she was prepared for the tone. She took a minute of arc to convalesce and stared into the bucket.

What was amiss with her ? Was she… excited ? She felt ashamed of herself for it, but she couldn't ignore the tingling impression in her physical structure, the embarrassingly growing dampness between her legs."You're fucking disgusting ”, she thought to herself. Still, her ventilation 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 mightily index digit she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the stern of the container. A layer of slime covered her finger, and she could feel her split second pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, 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 process, and urged her to frustrate her normal bounds. She hesitantly moved her finger to her mouth and licked the emetic from her fingertip."Tastes the same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the live of the ooze from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her left hand was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the exterior of her moistness, Elwyn Brooks White panties, the bucket held between her legs. Not being able to cerebrate clearly any more than, lost in herself, she brought her right wing manus back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested food up with two fingerbreadth. string of goo hung from her fingers still halfway up the bucket. Her remaining hired man pressed harder between her stage as she moved her two digit to her lips and sucked the schmaltzy food and puke into her sassing. That's where her dead body drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the pail as her dead body's natural reaction forced her gut to eject a violent stream of puke.

Despite her stomach being cramped up, her deal was still stroking the cotton panties between her legs, now practically soaked, her body sending very mixed substance 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 eubstance tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just grass myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her rump back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky feel between her cheeks, but her dead body was sending another message. She felt her puss prickling at the sentiment and fathead bumps on her arms.

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

With a light grunt, she forced her bowels to work, opening the gates and releasing the merchandise of her churning breadbasket into her now unclean scanty. She was going to have to commute the sail anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly opened, pushing a very cushy, mushy and ill-scented log out into her underclothing. She felt it squish between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her backside. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted delectation how her motherfucker spread across her buttock. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too dependable. The filthy 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 clit, making her tingle, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the deal in the book binding of her panties.

She caught a fragrance from the bucket in front of her, and a repulsive image formed in her thinker. In one sweep oar, she took her T-shirt off, exposing her bare, firm boob to the dim kindling in the room. Her right hand dove into the bucket of warm disgorgement again, and scooped up a handful of the unworthy liquid. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her hand against her left wing chest, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her stiff mamilla. The feeling of her warm vomit dripping down her chest almost drove her over the edge, as her left wing hand moved quicker and quicker to exploit her snatch and push back her urge on. She repeated the procedure with her veracious breast and dipped her paw into the bucket a 3rd meter. This smattering of puke, 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 handful of her own vomit, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of vomit into the bucket in battlefront of her. The feeling of her tum emptying again drove Erika over the border to bliss. Her entrust hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost controller of her consistency. The intestine movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill belly emptied a hokey diarrhea into her no-longer white panties. Her bladder emptied right over her script and into her bed. But Erika didn't tutelage. She saw stars. She wallowed in her dirt."Oh fuck yes you dirty female child Erika, you sick jazz ”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in Eden, with her own vomit dripping from her lips and from her tits, down her thorax and stomach. The Brown University sludge wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her pussy. The sea of warmly water she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde head of tomentum landed on the pillow with a heavy thump. She'd never come that hard before, she hadn't known it was possible to feel like this. She still hadn't recovered. breathing unforesightful, sharp breathing time, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"holy place shit…"were the alone words that she managed to silently let roll across her rim. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her script still between her branch, slowly and softly stroking her sassing."If person could see me now…"She let out a lightly laugh. 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 stream berth and the feeling of being utterly filthy, and put the bucket back down on the floor, pulled the cover version over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a here and now to savour the ardent spirit of her piss-soaked bed and the spongy mass in the dorsum of her panties. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her helping hand run down from her breasts, along her vomit-covered thorax and stomach and down to reside beneath her thigh. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the daybreak, with a familiar feeling of saliva quickly building in her mouth. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the bucket, but elected instead to pull the masking off her body. She felt a dried stratum of something mussy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her physical structure. Immediately she also felt a thrill between her leg. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her head slightly and looked down her naked body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a diminished amount of money acerb watery vomit all over her chest and crotch. She guessed she didn't have much left in her stomach. Her hand immediately rushed down into her soiled underwear to run to her depraved desires. Her unsporting finger found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her thumb worked her medium clit. Her pelvis undercoat back and forth and she relished in feeling the still soppy mess under her ass.

After another mind-bending climax, she slowly got out of bed to take a shower. After a measured walk to the bath, trying not to make a pile on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like shit. But she couldn't assistance but smiling and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own filth. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the trumpery and stepped into the cascade."I wonder how I'm going to clean that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a credit card screen for the next time I get gruesome ”.

Erika hoped she would get mad again very soon .