Erika felt that something wasn't right already the eventide before. A feeling of malaise and nausea suggested her to institute a pail to hold back next to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few month in her for the first time own apartment and wasn't trusted how she would be able-bodied to deal taking precaution of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a shaver, except the usual annual cold, always thrifty and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly punctilious personal hygienics. Erika looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual quiescence gear, an old, slightly too vauntingly white-haired tee shirt and plain white panties. She was the kind of girl you'd be more probably to squall"cute"than"aphrodisiac ”, with a middling nerve and a torso that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her weighting of about 60kg at her 165 centimetres. Erika usually didn't judgement eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like darn. Her grey-headed sleeping T-shirt almost entirely hid her figure and her C-cup breasts, but her wan face was what drew her attending the most. She looked plainly ill.
"Fuck ... ”, she sighed under her breathing space, 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 macabre, I won't have to call into workplace ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her head of long hair on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning breadbasket, hoping to herself that it would go away. It didn't take long for her to accrue asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few hours into Erika's sleep, her organic structure impolitely woke her from a pleasant dream. For a few seconds the evening's worry were a block memory board, until the spittle quickly building in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a pail on the floor adjacent to her. A line of bad curses quickly ran through her brain as she turned the lamp on the side mesa on with a sapidity, reached for the bucket and brought it to her face. A cough made her drool into the plastic bucketful, but it didn't lay off her mouth from filling with more spit. Suddenly she felt her belly cramp up and a second later a disgusting gurgling sound emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the fictile container with a splashing sound.

The tactile sensation of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the off-key taste as her mouth filled and food and venter content passed the ill-timed way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deeply breath. The acidic look of vomit filled her anterior naris. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her body promptly disagreed. Another contraction of her stomach forced her to dive her head back down into the bucket. A torrent of vomit sloshed into it, and a few dip splashed back up against her face."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the muscle spasm stopped and she leaned back to wipe her grimace off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to feel her soundbox relax again. Her stomach felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The sickness that had lingered over her since the eventide before was washed away, ejected into the pail sitting in her lap. She couldn't help but count into it. yellowish, slimy liquid state with half-digested food particles filled the bottom few centimetre. Erika looked at the contents 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 olfaction as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decision, because she gagged on the smell, her body warning her it might throw away up again."stupe idea, Erika…"
She laid her head back down on the pillow, still holding the pail in her lap. The feeling 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 warmth of her emesis through the bottom of the bucket on top of her second joint and pubic bone. She caught herself in the persuasion and immediately cast it from her mind."What the hell is wrongfulness with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual parallel, and got out of bed to discharge the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her geartrain of cerebration with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul vomit into the throne 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 decision. After just two more time of day of sleep, Erika awoke again in the middle of the night. This sentence she immediately realized why. Her right hired man found the electric 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 Kuki-Chin, her tummy muscles cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her body tense and the saliva that had gathered in her sass being replaced by a sour, acidic taste. disgorgement streamed out of her sass and over her fragile lips, to land in the pail with a sloshing sound. She took a mystifying breath of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the look. She took a arcminute to recover and stared into the bucket.

What was incorrectly 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 damp between her branch."You're fucking disgusting ”, she thought to herself. Still, her external respiration 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 index digit she softly swiped through her own chunky puking covering the bottom of the container. A layer of slime 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 olfactory perception very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable thought, and urged her to thwart her normal boundaries. She hesitantly moved her finger to her brim and licked the vomit from her fingertip."Tastes the same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the finally of the slime from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her left hired hand was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the outside of her damp, albumen panties, the bucket held between her legs. Not being capable to think clearly any more, lost in herself, she brought her rightfulness handwriting back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested food for thought up with two fingers. Strands of muck hung from her finger's breadth still halfway up the bucket. Her left hired man pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two fingers to her lips and sucked the mushy solid food and puke into her mouth. That's where her body drew the stemma, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her eubstance's natural chemical reaction forced her gut to discharge a inundation of puke.

Despite her abdomen being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton wool panties between her legs, now practically gazump, her eubstance sending very mixed messages about this new 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 tail back and Forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky impression between her cheeks, but her organic structure was sending another message. She felt her kitty tingle at the intellection and goose bulge on her arms.

"Why does this sick diddly-shit turn me on so god damn much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up young woman"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left hand inside her step-in, 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 barriers fall.

With a light grunt, she forced her bowels to work, opening the gates and releasing the intersection of her churning tum into her now soiled panties. She was going to have to change the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly undefendable, pushing a very soft, mushy and foul-smelling log out into her underclothing. She felt it splash between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her can. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted pleasure how her diddlyshit spread across her impertinence. She couldn't closure now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too commodity. The dirty olfactory property from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her lead hand stroked her clit, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the good deal in the back of her panties.

She caught a odour from the bucketful in straw man of her, and a repulsive image formed in her mind. In one chimneysweep, she took her T-shirt off, exposing her bare, firm breasts to the dim ignition in the elbow room. Her in good order hand dive into the bucket of warm regurgitation again, and scooped up a fistful of the slimy liquid. Erika hesitated for a present moment, but then firmly put her hand against her left breast, smearing it with her own bum, toying with her stiff nipple. The feeling of her warm vomit dripping down her chest almost drove her over the border, as her left bridge player moved quicker and quicker to work her pussy and driveway her urges on. She repeated the subprogram with her right knocker and dipped her manus into the bucket a third sentence. This handful of crumb, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped manus. Erika already foresaw how her guts would respond, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own vomit, her abdomen finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of vomiting into the bucketful in front end of her. The intuitive feeling of her stomach emptying again force back Erika over the boundary to bliss. Her left hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost ascendancy of her body. The bowel effort she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer whitened panties. Her vesica emptied right over her deal and into her bed. But Erika didn't guardianship. She saw asterisk. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty little girl Erika, you sick fuck ”, her voice let out between breathing space. She was in heaven, with her own vomit dripping from her back talk and from her tits, down her thorax and breadbasket. 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 brain of hair landed on the pillow with a toilsome thud. She'd never come that punishing before, she hadn't known it was possible to finger like this. She still hadn't recovered. Breathing myopic, 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 roll across her lips. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her mouth."If someone could see me now…"She let out a light joke. 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 situation and the feeling of being utterly filthy, and put the bucket back down on the base, pulled the cover over her body, and relaxed to go back to eternal sleep. She took a mo to savour the warm feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mass in the vertebral column of her panties. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her hands run down from her breasts, along her vomit-covered chest and breadbasket and down to catch one's breath beneath her thighs. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the good morning, with a familiar feeling of spit quickly building in her mouth. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunstruck room at the pail, but elected instead to pull the cover song off her body. She felt a dried layer of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest of drawers as she moved her body. Immediately she also felt a frisson between her legs. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her head slightly and looked down her bare body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a small amount acrid watery vomit all over her dresser and crotch. She guessed she didn't have a good deal left in her tum. Her hand immediately rushed down into her soiled underclothes to tend to her demoralize desires. Her dirty fingerbreadth found their way inside of her and stroked her inner rampart, while her thumb worked her sensitive clitoris. Her hips basis back and Forth River and she relished in feeling the still soppy tidy sum under her ass.

After another mind-blowing orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to necessitate a shower. After a careful pass to the bathroom, trying not to make a mess on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This meter, she REALLY did look like shit. But she couldn't help but grinning and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own dirt. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the trash and stepped into the rain shower."I wonder how I'm going to clean that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a charge card screen for the future time I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get queasy again very soon .