Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A feeling of uneasiness and nausea suggested her to institute a pail to keep succeeding to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few months in her foremost own flat and wasn't indisputable how she would be able to handle taking tutelage 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 bath mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual dormancy appurtenance, an old, slightly too large gray-headed tee shirt and plain white panty. She was the kind of girl you'd be more in all likelihood to visit"cute"than"sexy ”, with a reasonably boldness and a organic structure that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her weight of about 60kg at her 165 centimeter. Erika usually didn't judgment eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like shit. Her grey dormancy tee shirt almost entirely hid her figure of speech and her C-cup breasts, but her pale face was what drew her attention 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 to the lowest degree it's Friday, and if I get throw up, I won't have to predict into work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blond rested her head of recollective hair on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning belly, 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 hour into Erika's sleep, her body impolitely woke her from a pleasant dream. For a few seconds the evening's problem were a forgotten computer storage, until the saliva quickly edifice in her backtalk urgently reminded her of why there was a bucket on the storey next to her. A line of bad swearing quickly ran through her idea as she turned the lamp on the English table on with a tang, reached for the bucket and brought it to her human face. A cough made her drool into the charge plate bucket, but it didn't block her mouthpiece from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her stomach muscle spasm up and a second later a disgusting gurgling audio emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the shaping container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour gustatory sensation as her mouthpiece filled and food and abdomen content passed the unseasonable way out across her sassing. When her belly make relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a recondite breath. The acid smell of vomit filled her anterior naris. She surprised herself by not finding the aroma horrible, but her organic structure promptly disagreed. Another contraction of her stomach forced her to dive her headspring back down into the bucket. A torrent of emesis sloshed into it, and a few fall splashed back up against her boldness."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to pass over her brass off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't tutelage less about her common care to hygiene. She was just relieved to feel her consistence relax again. Her tum 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 bucketful sitting in her lap. She couldn't help but appear into it. yellowish, slimy liquidness with half-digested food speck filled the bottom few centimeter. 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 smell as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decision, because she gagged on the scent, her organic structure warning her it might throw up again."Stupid idea, Erika…"
She laid her school principal back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The belief of respite from not being nauseous anymore and her body finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could sense the warmth of her regurgitation through the tooshie of the bucket on top of her second joint and pubic os. She caught herself in the thought and immediately cast it from her thinker."What the hell is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual analog, and got out of bed to empty the bucketful into the sewer. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her gearing of thought process with a business firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul vomit into the toilet pipe bowl and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt good now, she decided to take the bucket back to bed, just in case.

That was a good determination. After just two to a greater extent time of day of nap, Erika awoke again in the heart of the night. This time she immediately realized why. Her mighty script 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 belly muscles cramped. A mentally cook Erika felt her torso tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a sourness, acidic sense of taste. puking streamed out of her mouth and over her ticklish brim, to shore in the bucketful 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 feeling. She took a second to recover 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 notion in her body, the embarrassingly growing dampness 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 script into the bucket. With her right on power fingerbreadth she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the bottom of the container. A bed of muck covered her digit, and she could find her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually reek very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable thinking, and urged her to cross her normal boundaries. She hesitantly moved her finger to her lips and licked the emetic from her fingertip."Tastes the Same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the slime from her arrow finger.

Unconsciously, her leave hand was now resting between her peg, softly stroking the exterior of her moistness, white step-in, the bucket held between her legs. Not being able to mean clearly any More, lost in herself, she brought her rightfulness hand back down into the pail and scooped some half-digested nutrient up with two fingers. Strands of slime hung from her finger still halfway up the pail. Her left hand pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two fingers to her lips and sucked the bathetic solid food and puke into her oral cavity. That's where her soundbox drew the demarcation, and she just barely managed to hit the pail as her body's rude chemical reaction forced her gut to release a torrent of puke.

Despite her stomach being cramped up, her deal was still stroking the cotton panties between her legs, now practically soaked, her consistence sending very meld 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 ass back and Forth on the mattress and felt the warm, viscous feeling between her cheek, but her trunk was sending another message. She felt her slit tingle at the thought and goose bumps on her arms.

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

With a light grunt, she forced her bowels to work, opening the gates and releasing the ware of her churning venter into her now soiled panties. She was going to have to switch the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly surface, pushing a very soft, mushy and foul-smelling 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 mother fucker spread across her cheeks. She couldn't diaphragm now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too good. The filthy olfaction from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her bequeath hand stroked her clit, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another dirt to the mess hall in the vertebral column of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucket in battlefront of her, and a repulsive icon formed in her mind. In one sweep, she took her jersey off, exposing her bare, house breasts to the dim ignition in the elbow room. Her justly hired man dove into the bucket of warm regurgitation again, and scooped up a handful of the despicable liquid. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her hired man against her leave alone chest, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her corpse teat. The feeling of her warm puking dripping down her chest almost drove her over the edge, as her result hand moved quicker and quicker to act her cunt and get her urges on. She repeated the procedure with her flop knocker and dipped her deal into the bucket a tertiary prison term. This handful of crumb, she brought to her mouthpiece, drinking it up straight from her cupped hired hand. Erika already foresaw how her guts would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own vomitus, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a moving ridge of vomitus into the bucketful in nominal head of her. The feeling of her abdomen emptying again force back Erika over the boundary to bliss. Her left hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost control of her consistency. The bowel effort she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a mushy looseness into her no-longer Edward D. White panty. Her bladder emptied right over her hand and into her bed. But Erika didn't tutelage. She saw virtuoso. She wallowed in her dirt."Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick fuck ”, her voice let out between intimation. She was in paradise, with her own puking dripping from her lips and from her tits, down her thorax and stomach. The brown sludge wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her pussy. The sea of warm piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde fountainhead of hair landed on the pillow with a heavy thud. She'd never come that strong before, she hadn't known it was possible to sense like this. She still hadn't recovered. Breathing short, acuate breaths, she slowly regained her saneness and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the lone Christian Bible that she managed to silently let drum roll across her brim. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her helping hand still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her backtalk."If someone could see me now…"She let out a dismount 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 current berth and the feeling of being utterly filthy, and put the bucket back down on the floor, pulled the covers over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a import to savour the warm feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the spongy bulk in the back of her panty. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her custody run down from her breast, along her vomit-covered pectus and abdomen and down to rest beneath her thighs. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morning time, with a familiar feeling of saliva quickly building in her sassing. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the pail, but elected instead to draw the covers off her trunk. She felt a dried stratum of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her body. Immediately she also felt a tingle between her legs. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her caput slightly and looked down her naked dead body. And let it fare. Her belly expelled a small amount of money vitriolic watery vomit all over her chest and crotch. She guessed she didn't have much left in her stomach. Her paw immediately rushed down into her bemire underclothes to tend to her subvert desires. Her muddied digit found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her thumb worked her sore clit. Her pelvic girdle background 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 make a shower bath. After a thrifty walk to the bathroom, trying not to make a mussiness on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This meter, she REALLY did reckon like shit. But she couldn't aid 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 underclothing in the trash and stepped into the shower."I wonder how I'm going to strip that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a credit card masking for the side by side time I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .