Sammee Ch 06

My Sammee is big and beautiful, a dirty girl, my sexy goddess. But she is not a pretty sleeper. She had gone to sleep on her belly, her head turned to the side. Her runny nose blew snot bubbles as she breathed, her open mouth was drooling, and her snoring sounded like a goddam chain saw was running. Add in the shit on her face and the puke in her hair and she was quite a picture.

And I wanted her.

I leaned close and inhaled deeply, the faint scent of dried puke not making me nauseated this time. I licked at her hair, liking the taste. I realized that I was completely lost. As I buried my face in her hair I pictured taking her to dinner, having a few drinks, bringing her home (and my mind jumping to the thought that I was thinking of this as home now), getting good and filthy, and then having her puke in a bowl so I could eat it.

I shivered, snuggling against her, licking the shit from her shoulder, enjoying the taste.

I couldn't help but smile as I relaxed and let myself pee. I didn't push, just let it flow. God, it felt so delightfully naughty. And I realized, in one of those "Eureka" moments, that I wanted this. I wanted to be filthy with her and I was enjoying it.

As I watched a big snot bubble formed as she snored. I leaned over and touched it with my tongue, popping it, and then licked it up. I probed her nose very gently with my little finger until I had teased a booger out. It was thick and clear and hung from my fingertip before I tipped my head back and ate it greedily.

I realized I wanted every part of her. There was noting I didn't want. My cock sprang erect at the thought of oral sex when she was on her period. Taking her while she was throwing up struck me as a wonderful image. I wondered if ipecac was a real thing then giggled at the thought.

I snuggled close to her, my erection finding a fold in her belly, warm and soft like her pussy.

I was watching her face as I slowly took her belly when another snot bubble blew and popped. When I leaned forward and kissed her licking where her bubble had popped her eyes opened. She smiled and rolled up a little, kissing me softly.

She squirmed a little, obviously aware of my erection. And she giggled, kissing me a little harder.

As we kissed, my hands caressing her back, hers cupping my ass, I felt the warmth and wetness of her peeing.

We made love, and it was making love this time, not just fucking, slowly, carefully, gently, well, lovingly.

I realized, as our bodies were joined, our mouths touching, that the strong scent was not nauseating me any more. It was a sweet perfume that I found erotic. I wondered what she would smell like after a week without using a toothbrush or a shower or a toilet. And I wanted to find out.

The image hit me suddenly, unexpectedly, of her breasts leaking the milk I wanted and souring where it soaked into her shirt. What would that scent be?

We were both tired and our love making lingered. We kissed and licked and touched and pinched and it was all that odd combination of gentle and tough that sometimes works with a couple. I tugged her nipple, lifting her breast, and licked the titsweat there.

We were both starting to labor when her eyes got big.

"Oh God," she whispered, "I'm going to be sick."

I covered her mouth with mine stopping my hips, keeping us joined.

She tightened around me when she started to retch but nothing came out.

I lifted enough to look into her eye.

"Let it go," I said.

Her eyes got even bigger.

"Baby?" she whispered.

"Let it go," I said again, and covered her mouth with mine.

I felt her clench around my erection with another retch and then the first taste of her puke, just a thick, acid taste at first, and I swallowed greedily.

I thrust into her, hard, and she threw up into my mouth.

My body rebelled and I threw up back.

Which made her do it again. This time it was hard and I wasn't ready. I coughed, spewing puke all over her face.

Her entire body retched at that, but she was pretty empty and it was thick snot and bile that came up.

I licked her face greedily and was surprised when suddenly she came, her entire body suddenly hard, her vaginal muscles tightened painfully.

My body started to rebel again and this time it was her, grabbing my hair and pulling me down, her mouth open and covering mine.

I puked and came and farted almost simultaneousely while she bucked under me.

She coughed, spraying more puke.

We were both kind of panting/laughing/crying at the same time.

"Oh fuck," she sort of moaned.

"You are SUCH a dirty girl," I said and she giggled.

"Oh fuck," she moaned again.

I licked her mouth clean and kissed her.

"Oh fuck," she moaned for the third time.

She turned her head and retched again, thick slimy snot and bile all that came out.

I kissed her again.

'Oh fuck," she moaned for the fourth time and then, suddenly, wrapped both arms around me pulling me to her.

"Did you mean it?" she whispered, her voice harsh and desperate.

I nuzzled her hair, licked her ear, and whispered, "I love you."

She squeezed me almost like her entire body had spasmed.

"Marry me," she said.

I laughed softly.

"Ummmmm," I said, very softly, breathing into her ear, "shouldn't we know each other at least, oh, a week?"

"My favorite color is blue, my birthday is April 17th, I'm a Chevy girl," she said, "there, now you know the important things."

I chuckled.

"Marry me," she said again, "you've ruined me for anyone else, please honey, marry me."

So I said, "yes."

And again she just enfolded me.

I thought I was helpless when she was on top but when she held me like that, my face pressed between the warm pillows that are her boobs, I was having trouble breathing again. Finally I just opened my mouth, took in as much tissue as I could, and bit down hard enough to make her let go.

She was giggling.

"You fucking cannibal," she said.

I laughed and said, "hey, bride-to-be, you're the one who was smothering me. I want to be alive for our nuptials."

We laughed together for a few seconds and then she suddenly got serious.

"David," she said, "I'm serious."

I kissed her, licked the snot where her nose was running, and said, "I am too you dirty girl."

"Your nasty fuckpig?" she asked.

I slapped her, exactly where I had before.

"My dirty girl," I said, "yes, but never a fuck pig."

I held her eyes with mine.

"I," and I slapped her again, not hard, but on that same spot, "do," slap, "not," slap, "associate," slap, "with," slap, "pigs of any kind."

She was crying and I kissed her.

"You're my dirty girl, my beautiful dirty girl," I said, stopping between words to kiss her, "my naughty, shit eating girl," more kisses, "but you are not a pig and every time you say that you're going to get your pretty face slapped."

"Pig," she said.

SMACK!

"Pig," she said.

SMACKKKKK!

"P-p-p-p-p-pig," she managed, crying now.

"GOD DAMN IT NO!" I yelled and slapped her about as hard as I could.

Her head snapped around, snot flying, and when she turned back and met my eyes she was smiling.

"Dirty girl," she giggled.

But I was still rolling on my adrenaline high.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, genuinely curious.

She touched her face where she was definitely swelling now.

"David," she said, very serious, "I wanted to be marked."

And the thing is, I wanted to slap her again. I liked the feel, I liked her tears, and I'm afraid I LOVED her look.

"Stay there," I snapped and went into the bathroom. I found a washcloth and soaked it in hot water.

Back in the bedroom I carefully washed the half of her face where I had slapped her.

It was swollen and the already turning dark.

"Come with me," I said, rolling off the bed and offering my hand.

She rolled off the bed and took my hand.

I walked her into the bathroom and stood her in front of the vanity mirror.

"There," I said, trying to put anger I didn't really feel into my voice, "is this what you wanted."

She leaned forward, her nose almost touching the mirror. She reached up and lightly brushed where her cheek was swollen. She turned so it was next to the mirror.

"Well," I said, "is it?"

Her eyes were overflowing and her nose was running again.

"Thank you," she said very softly, "I love it."

"Okay," I said, "I'm confused. Please explain."

She looked up at me an smiled, her face an odd mask smeared with shit except for the cheek I had washed.

"David," she said, taking my hands and stepping close enough that our bellies touched, "I'm no virgin although I haven't had as many men as you probably think I have."

"But in all the time since I gave up my virginity," she said, tears flowing freely now, nose running again, "nobody every argued when I said I was a piggy or a cumdump or whatever."

She reached up and kissed me.

"Not only did you not let me," she said, and then she touched her cheek, "you did this to make me quit."

She was crying now, seriously, and I let her go.

"Thank you," she kind of wound down.

"And you like when I hit you?" I asked.

I could see her eyes move up and right as she thought about that.

"I liked," she said, moving closer and putting her hands on my chest, "that you cared enough to hit me."

There was the Grin.

"Your little fuckpig," she added.

So I slapped her again, where she was already bruised and swollen, hard enough to rock her head.

She met my eyes again.

"Your little fat girl?" she said, and I kissed her.

"Are we going to clean up?" she asked.

I reached down for her red water bottle with its hose and douche syringe.

"Well," I said, "we don't want you all infected or anything, but I DO kinda like you all dirty otherwise." I touched her swollen cheek and added, "I think I'll keep this clean in case you need another."

She touched it too and said, "I think I'll be your good little fat girl for now."

I douched her and then took her, still dirty, back to bed.

"Tell me they deliver Pizza out here," I said.

"Damn," she said, "I AM starved."

I found her cell phone and tossed it to her.

"Pepperoni and mushrooms for me," I said, "order one for me and one for you, your choice, and then spin a yarn about us being sick and we'll leave money taped to the door and the delivery boy can just drop the boxes off." I grinned, "unless you want to greet him like this."

She flashed the Grin and I noticed she had her favorite pizza place on her contacts list.

She called the number and laughed. "Yes," she said, "it's been a while. I need two large thin crust pizzas hon, a pepperoni and mushroom and a Sammee Special.... Yes.....Yes....Yes, and tell the delivery guy we're sick here so I'll leave the money taped to the door. Have him just put the boxes on the porch, ring the bell, and take off...Yes...Yes....45 minutes....gotcha....yes...byeeee."

She lit a cigarette and said, "be a dear, dear, and get us a couple of beers."

So I went into the kitchen and grabbed two of those Saporro beers, opened them, and headed back.

In the bedroom she had arranged a couple of pillows so she was sort of semi-sitting up with her legs parted invitingly.

She took the beer and then pointed between her legs. "All clean and sweet smellin'," she said.

So I took a drink and put the bottle on the bedside table, and moved to the foot of the bed to do some serious pussy eating.

I used my mouth, bringing her along fairly slowly until that salty love honey was flowing and then I slowed, not letting her finish. When I would feel the first trembling of her orgasm I would stop, denying her the finish, and then go back to using my tongue.

When I finally let her finish her breath was coming in harsh little whistling gasps.

She exploded into my mouth far faster than I could swallow so I wound up with her natural lubricant thick in my hair and on my face.

I nursed at her pussy until she finally stopped quivering and relaxed.

When I crawled up beside her she was still panting and whispering, "oh God, oh Jesus, oh God, oh Jesus" over and over.

I laid beside her and she rolled over and I was once again engulfed in her.

"How," she started and coughed and started over, "how did you do that?"

"Mmpphff," I replied.

She giggled and lifted herself up a bit.

"Patience," I said.

She giggled.

"And a grandmother who knew things," I added.

"Oh," she said, giggling again, "that's a story I want to hear."

But before I could start telling her she settled back onto me, enfolding me in her warmth and softness.

She kept me pressed into the mattress, supporting herself well enough to allow me shallow breaths.

I tried to tell her we needed to get ready for the pizza guy but it came out more like "mmpppffffff," the way my face was buried between her big boobs.

She lifted a bit and I managed "pizza guy."

"Oh shit," she said, "I almost forgot."

She rolled off of me and found her purse on the dresser. She peeled off three $20 bills and handed them to me.

"Tape in the office honey," she said, as if I already knew my way around the house.

I laughed and said, "I'll find it."

I found the office, a well equipped office I might add, and the tape. I opened the door and peeked out. No one was in sight so I taped the money to the storm door and slipped back inside to wait.

While I waited around I actually stopped to look around for the first time. The house was more, well, feminine than I had expected. There were lots of pillows and nick nacks around. The Kitchen was professional grade and it hit me that she was probably a good cook. I wondered then, if all fat girls were.

The living room was almost formal with matched off white couch and love seat/recliners a couple of side tables, a coffee table with an actual coffee table book - this one about flowers. It didn't look lived in though.

The "family room," was obviously where the living was done. One wall featured a GIANT flat screen television over a cabinet with a cable box and, I was happy to see, an xBox. A rack of xBox games was in the bottom of the cabinet. Opposite the TV wall were matched recliners.

I had only investigated those two rooms when the doorbell rang.

I waited a minute or so and then peeked out the window.

All clear I opened the door, picked up the boxes and headed back into the bedroom.

She was obviously posing for me, one arm raised and bent behind her head, one leg bent and legs parted. Shit, puke, snot, piss and all I thought she was beautiful.

I climbed up onto the bed, set the boxes on her belly, opened the top one, her special with about 20 ingredients, bent, kissed her, and commenced feeding her.

I loved watching her eat. She would close her eyes, savoring each bite and then swallow and open her mouth. About every fourth bite I'd take one myself and offer her a drink from her beer. We finished the first pizza, her eating about six slices to my two, and I tossed the box to the floor and opened the second.

"Oh honey," she said, giggling a little, "I'm full."

I grinned and said, "sugar, you're just starting."

She sort of moaned but opened her mouth.

The second pizza went slower but, if we're being honest here, was more fun.

About half way through she was clearly full but I kept stuffing her mouth, her cheeks bulging.

"You're beautiful," I said, as I stuffed another bite into her mouth.

She was struggling to swallow, I could see, so I let her have time before pouring some beer into her mouth.

"Two pieces left," I said, smiling and brushing her lips with one.

She sort of moaned but opened her mouth.

While she chewed I took a bite and rubbed he belly, distended now with all she had eaten.

"You're beautiful," I said again, kissing her while she chewed.

When she opened her mouth I stuffed the last of the second-but-one piece, needing to push pretty hard.

Her eyes got a little big and I could see her struggling to swallow.

I rubbed her belly and said, "come on sweety, you can do it."

I watched her face as she chewed and then as she tried to swallow.

"You can do it," I said again, rubbing her belly.

She swallowed and gasped. I could see her throat swallowing hard as her body was trying to reject its overload.

"Easy," I whispered, rubbing her distended belly more.

"Oh God," she sort of moaned, swallowing again.

"Easy honey," I said, brushing her hair back, my fingertips tracing where her cheek was bruised and swollen.

She took a few deep breaths and smiled at me.

"I am yours," she said softly.

I gave her another drink of her beer and allowed her to rest.

"God," she sort of sighed, "I don't think I can move."

"You are so beautiful," I said, my hand tracing the full roundness of her belly.

She opened her mouth and I thought she was going to throw up but instead she emitted the loudest, longest, deepest sounding belch I ever heard, and I had been through basic training.

She giggled and I laughed and got that last piece out of the box and began feeding it to her.

"That should have left some room," I said.

I watched, fascinated, as she closed her eyes and chewed slowly, obviously savoring. Her mouth was smeared with cheese and tomato sauce and crumbs since I had not used a napkin. I liked the look.

When she finished I licked her mouth clean and kissed her.

"Dessert?" I asked she giggled weakly.

"Baby," she said, "I'd bust."

I chuckled and caressed her belly again, hard now, distended.

"My beautiful fat girl," I said.