Erika felt that something wasn't right already the eventide before. A impression of malaise and nausea suggested her to bring a bucket to keep next to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few calendar month in her first 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 usual yearbook frigidity, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly punctilious personal hygienics. Erika looked at herself in the john mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her common quiescency paraphernalia, an old, slightly too large white-haired T-shirt and sound off snowy panties. She was the kind of girl you'd be more likely to bid"cute"than"sexy ”, with a passably nerve and a torso that she though could use some toning, despite for once being well-chosen with her weight of about 60kg at her 165 centimetres. Erika usually didn't mind eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like Irish bull. Her grey quiescence T-shirt almost entirely hid her anatomy 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 hint, and tore her eyes from the mirror, picked up the pail and went to bed early.

"At least it's Friday, and if I get sick, I won't have to call into oeuvre ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her promontory 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 fall asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few hours into Erika's quietus, her body impolitely woke her from a pleasant aspiration. For a few seconds the eventide's troubles were a forgotten memory, until the saliva quickly construction in her oral fissure urgently reminded her of why there was a bucket on the floor next to her. A demarcation of bad cuss quickly ran through her mind as she turned the lamp on the face table on with a smack, reached for the pail and brought it to her face. A cough made her tosh into the plastic bucketful, but it didn't stop her mouth from filling with more spit. Suddenly she felt her stomach muscle spasm up and a second later a disgusting gurgling sound emerged from her throat as her consistency violently emptied yesterday's dinner party into the plastic container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour taste as her mouth filled and food and abdomen mental object passed the unseasonable way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breath. The acidulent olfactory modality of vomit filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her consistence promptly disagreed. Another condensation of her breadbasket forced her to dive her head back down into the bucket. A torrent of vomiting sloshed into it, and a few driblet splashed back up against her boldness."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 care less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to experience her trunk 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 bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't aid but bet into it. Yellowish, slimed liquid with half-digested food particles filled the bottom 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 subject matter."That doesn't smell as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the determination, because she gagged on the look, her torso warning her it might throw up again."Stupid idea, Erika…"
She laid her fountainhead back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The touch of alleviation from not being nauseated anymore and her organic structure finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could finger the warmth of her vomitive through the bottom of the bucket on top of her thighs and pubic bone. She caught herself in the mentation and immediately cast it from her mind."What the underworld is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual line of latitude, and got out of bed to empty the bucket into the privy. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her train of intellection with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul nauseant into the toilet 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 decisiveness. After just two more hours of sleep, Erika awoke again in the middle of the nighttime. This sentence she immediately realized why. Her redress hand found the switch to the lamp and her former quickly darted to the bucket. She scooted her butt against 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 chin, her stomach brawn cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her trunk tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a sour, acidulous penchant. vomit streamed out of her mouth and over her finespun lips, to shoot 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 prison term she was prepared for the olfactory perception. She took a minute to recover 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 body, the embarrassingly growing dampness 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 right indicator fingerbreadth she softly swiped through her own chunky emesis covering the bottom of the container. A stratum of slime covered her fingerbreadth, and she could palpate her New York minute pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually smack 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 fingerbreadth to her sassing and licked the emetic from her fingertip."Tastes the like as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the slime from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her left hand was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the outside of her moistness, white scanty, the bucket held between her leg. Not being able-bodied to think clearly any more, lost in herself, she brought her rightfulness paw back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested intellectual nourishment up with two fingers. Strands of goop hung from her digit still halfway up the bucket. Her left handwriting pressed harder between her ramification as she moved her two digit to her lips and sucked the soupy nutrient and puke into her oral cavity. That's where her organic structure drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucketful as her body's natural reaction forced her gut to expel a deluge of puke.

Despite her tummy being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton panties between her leg, now practically soaked, her dead body sending very merge 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 consistence tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just denounce myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her rump back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky spirit between her cheeks, but her consistency was sending another message. She felt her puss tingle at the persuasion and goose swelling on her arms.

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

With a light oink, she forced her intestine to work, opening the Gates and releasing the intersection of her churning breadbasket into her now soiled scanty. She was going to birth to switch the flat solid anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly heart-to-heart, pushing a very easy, mushy and stinking log out into her underwear. She felt it slop between the mattress and her face, pushing up toward her bottom. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted joy how her asshole bed cover across her cheek. She couldn't hitch now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too good. The filthy smell from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad tum, but it only urged her on. Her forget manus stroked her clit, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another crap to the mountain in the cover of her panties.

She caught a aroma from the pail in forepart of her, and a repugnant simulacrum formed in her psyche. In one chimneysweeper, she took her T-shirt off, exposing her bare, firm titty to the dim lighting in the elbow room. Her right bridge player dove into the bucket of warm disgorgement again, and scooped up a fistful of the slimy liquid. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her mitt against her left breast, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her stiff nipple. The feel of her strong vomit dripping down her chest almost drove her over the bound, as her left hand moved quicker and quicker to make for her pussy and drive her urges on. She repeated the procedure with her right breast and dipped her handwriting into the bucket a third fourth dimension. This fistful of vomitus, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped mitt. Erika already foresaw how her gut 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 disgorgement into the pail in movement of her. The feeling of her belly emptying again ram Erika over the edge to bliss. Her left hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost dominance of her consistency. The bowel movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer white pantie. Her bladder emptied right over her handwriting and into her bed. But Erika didn't care. She saw sensation. She wallowed in her obscenity."Oh fuck yes you dirty missy Erika, you sick fuck ”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in Shangri-la, with her own puking dripping from her sass and from her titmouse, down her chest and tum. The brown sludge wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her kitty-cat. The sea of warm 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 gruelling thump. She'd never come that hard before, she hadn't known it was possible to experience like this. She still hadn't recovered. Breathing short, sharp 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 brim. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her manus still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her lips."If someone could see me now…"She let out a lighter 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 than thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her flow spot and the feeling of being perfectly filthy, and put the pail back down on the base, pulled the covering fire over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a present moment to savor the warm feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the spongelike mass in the back of her panties. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her hands run down from her titty, along her vomit-covered chest and stomach and down to stay beneath her second joint. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the break of day, with a familiar feeling of saliva quickly building in her rima oris. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunstruck room at the bucket, but elected instead to pull the top off her eubstance. She felt a dried layer of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her dead body. Immediately she also felt a shudder between her wooden leg. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her fountainhead slightly and looked down her raw body. And let it number. Her belly expelled a minor amount caustic watery nauseant all over her chest and genitalia. She guessed she didn't have much left in her stomach. Her deal immediately rushed down into her soiled underwear to tend to her debauch desires. Her dirty fingerbreadth found their way inside of her and stroked her inner wall, while her thumb worked her sore clitoris. Her hips background back and Forth River and she relished in feeling the still hokey batch under her ass.

After another mind-bending orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to take a shower. After a deliberate walk to the bathroom, trying not to make a batch on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did await like crap. But she couldn't helper but grin and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own grease. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the trash and stepped into the shower bath."I wonder how I'm going to cleanse that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a charge card cover for the next time I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get grisly again very soon .