Sammee Ch 08

The bouncing of the bed woke me. I opened my eyes and saw her big ass bouncing as she literally ran from the bedroom into the bathroom. As I rolled out of bed I heard her throwing up, noisily. I walked, more slowly, and there she was, on her knees, her hands hanging onto the toilet, and as I watched she retched again, hard, her entire body arching.

I went to her and bent over, pulling her hair back, out of the way, too late it turned out. The tips were puke-soaked.

I rubbed her back lightly and asked, "are you okay?"

She turned her head and glared at me.

"Do I LOOK like I'm," and she was cut off as she turned her face down and threw up again, loud, her entire body arching.

I held her hair and rubbed her back.

When that wave passed she turned her head again, now a half-smile on her face.

"You did this to me you bastard!" she managed to get out before another wave made her turn her head and face into the toilet again.

I kept lightly rubbing her back, my cock getting hard as I watched her.

When she had settled to a few gasps I said, "what did I do?"

She turned to face me again, thick mucus-laden drool hanging from her mouth.

She reached down and lifted a tit, shaking it at me. "You wanted my milk, you bastard," she said but she was smiling when she said it, "and since I want to give you what you want now my body thinks it's pregnant. This is morning sickness you lamebrain."

At "lamebrain" I couldn't help but laugh and she scowled.

"You think this is funny?" she asked, the way she moved in her anger slinging those thick strings from her mouth around the room.

I chuckled. "No," I said, rubbing her back, "I think it's hot."

She started to respond but turned and retched, gagging again, panting with the strain of what her body was doing.

And above the smell of puke was her womanscent, her arousalscent, and her pheromones had their intended effect. I got hard and wanted her.

So I took her. I mounted her from behind, slipping easily in where she was slick and ready.

She gasped, "PERVERT!" but was giggling before he started retching again.

When she did the hard muscular contractions of her vomiting tightened her vaginal muscles so much it actually hurt.

I got a good grip, double handfuls of hip fat, and fucked as hard as I could. My belly would slap her ass loudly when I slammed into her and she would grunt. When she would retch I pushed as deep into her as I could, squeezing the fat in my hands for leverage.

"Oh God," she sort of moaned and then heaved and came at the same time, her thick honey running down my thighs as I pulled with my hands and pushed with my hips.

She came like the three more times, her body straining, her pussy clamping down before I joined her on the fourth.

She was reduced to little gasps, making little moaning sounds, as her body finished its morning purge.

I slipped out and stood. When she looked up, thick strings of thick snotty bile from her mouth and nose hanging down to her magnificent tits she smiled weakly.

"Pervert," she said, smiling.

I took her hand and pulled.

"Honey," she said, resisting, "let me clean up a bit."

I grinned and said, "no," pulling her.

She sort of moaned again but followed.

I held her hand, steadying her, she was still exhausted and shaky, as she climbed into bed. I got in next to her and kissed her, lightly, on her mouth. I can't say I found the strong acid taste of the mess on her mouth pleasant, but I didn't find it nauseating either. "Interesting," is a good word.

I brushed her hair back, clearing her face, and smiled.

She smiled back and said, "pervert," again.

So I kissed her and licked her chin.

"I love ALL of you," I said, "and if that's perverted then so be it."

She giggled and wrapped me in those big soft arms.

My face was buried in her neck the way she was holding me, so I could breathe into her ear.

"Tomorrow morning," I said, not whispering but very softly, my breath warm in her ear, "don't get up."

I could feel a sudden tension in her body, her breath catching. She relaxed her hold on me and leaned back, meeting my eyes.

She held that look, call it a gaze and you'd be right, for several seconds before she kissed me.

"You want me to puke in bed?" she asked, putting a little distance between us.

I chuckled.

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that," I said and kissed her again before pulling away enough to be able to focus on her face.

"But I want to make love to you, not just fuck you," I said.

"God," she said, laughing, "I'm in love with a pervert."

I grinned and kissed her slimy mouth and then squirmed down to latch on to her tit. She hummed softly as I nursed contentedly. She stroked my hair and hummed a little lullaby.

"Besides," I said, chuckling as I pulled off her tit with an audible pop, "it's not like we don't know how to change the sheets."

She giggled and reached for me but I rolled away.

"Come on," I said, "I'm a working man and don't want to be running late again."

We showered together, enjoying each other like a couple of kids just learning about the other sex.

She made breakfast, naked, and we both ate. I did notice that her plate had quite a bit more than mine. I didn't say anything but she said, "what?" when, well, I guess I was looking.

"I love watching you eat," I said.

"Are you looking for a feedee then?" she asked. "Becoming a chubby chaser? A fatty fucker?"

I could see she was starting to get upset and I held up my hands in surrender.

"No Sammee," I said, "I just enjoy watching you eat. You obviously enjoy it." I deliberately sniffed the air. "And," I added, "it seems to be getting to you too."

She blushed at that.

"Please," I said, "don't let what I just said inhibit you. I don't want you fucking around with diets. I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself."

She grinned and shoveled a big forkful of omelet into her mouth and chewed, nosily, mouth open. I smiled and watched.

"Shit," she said, as she wiped her toast across her plate, cleaning the last bit of bacon grease and popping it into her mouth, "you're right. Got time for a quickie?"

I chuckled and said, "I'm good Sammee, but I'm not Superman. Now lock me up and I'll be on my way."

"Leaving the dishes for me?" she said, doing the one eyebrow thing.

"Yep," I said, and stood, making sure I could make a quick getaway, "woman's work," I said and headed for the door before she could catch me.

I brushed my teeth and when I got back into the bedroom she had the cage and belt laid out.

"This," she said, crooking her finger to beckon me, "is woman's work."

She lubed and inserted the urethral tube and then locked the cage.

"And this," I said, wrapping the belt around her waist and cinching it tight until it almost disappeared under the rolls of her flesh, "is man's work."

I finished with the chastity strap between her legs, pulled it tight, and locked her in.

Tuesday I didn't have any teaching duties but I did have two classes. So I spent some time in the library, attended class, and was home by 2:00.

On the way I stopped by the Krispy Kreme and got a dozen custard filled chocolate covered long johns.

When I walked in she was actually scrubbing the kitchen floor, naked except for the chastity belt, on her hands and knees. There was a sudden pain in my dick as it tried to get hard.

She looked up and smiled. "Woman's work," she said.

I grinned and showed her the white box in my hand.

"Take a break," I said, offering my hand.

She smiled, sighed, put her scrub brush in the bucket, and stood.

Her natural sweat scent gave me another twinge as I kised her, took her by the hand, and led her into the family room. I had her sit on the couch and then grabbed a beer for me and a glass of milk for her (scowling at the fact that it was 2% milk) from the refrigerator before sitting myself.

"Head in my lap," I said, and she laid back, smiling up at me.

She licked her lips as I opened the box. I made her wait while I puzzled out the remote control, got the big TV on, and then worked my way through the menu until I found Star Trek, The Next Generation (the best of the Star Trek franchise). All of this took a few minutes.

When I reached into the box and brought out the first long john her mouth was watering.

I fed her the first two long johns, pushing in a bit faster than she could chew and swallow, watching as she did. And as I had expected, I could smell that she was getting excited.

As she was working on the third long john, her cheeks bulging a little, I said, "I did a little research today."

She held up one finger in the universal "just a second" signal, chewed some more, and swallowed.

"Milk," she said, and I held her head up while she took a big drink.

"What did you research?" she said, laying back and opening her mouth.

I packed her mouth full and as she started chewing, her eyes closed in her pleasure, I said, "you're a sitophile."

She chewed and swallowed and said, "a what?" before opening her mouth again.

So I stuffed it full and said, "you draw sexual arousal from food."

She kept chewing but I could see her thinking as well.

She swallowed and said, "so I'm a pervert who gets off on food?"

"Pretty much," I said, filling her mouth again.

She chewed slowly, eyes closed, her nose starting to run a little.

She swallowed again and said, "wellllllllllllllllll, I suppose there are worse fetishes."

I filled her mouth again and said, "yep."

I had a drink of my beer and rubbed her belly and said, "you're beautiful."

She swallowed and said, "and fat."

I filled her mouth again and grabbed a handful of belly fat and jiggled it. "Yes my love," I said, "and fat."

She swallowed and said, "and a" and she stopped.

I lifted my hand, ready to slap her if the next word was "pig," but she said, "cow soon," flashing me the Grin as she jiggled her big tits.

So I stuffed a whole long john into her mouth, grinning myself as her cheeks and eyes both bulged.

Then I started tugging on her nipple, as though I was milking her, and said, "I am SO going to make you moo when I milk you."

She smiled and opened her mouth, showing a half chewed bolus.

At half dozen long johns I had to stop.

"Please, let me out of the cage," I said, "this is REALLY hurting."

She giggled and said, "say please."

I said, "please," while lifting her heavy tit by the nipple and giving a little twist.

She giggled and said, "okay you bully."

We went into the bedroom and released each other.

"Up on the bed," I said, and I went into the front room to get the rest of the long johns.

I made love to her while feeding her. I slipped inside where she was slick and ready, me on top for a change, and fed her the remaining half dozen long johns while I kept my rhythm going.

The first time she came the sharp intake of her breath made her aspirate wad of long john and then cough, spewing half chewed long john on my face and chest.

She giggled and pulled me down, greedily licking at the chunks.

The last long john was swallowed and I still hadn't finished.

"Let me on top, please," she said.

So I pulled out and rolled over and she mounted me, this time reverse cowgirl so I could see her back. She guided me inside, anally, and settled, accepting my full length. She had to adjust her angle a bit to accept the final couple of inches. I felt the moist warmth and realized I was past her rectal vault, into her bowel.

She shuddered.

"Please honey," she said over her shoulder, "wait for me now."

"Baby," I said, my hands on her back, playing with the soft rolls there, "we're not supposed to get dirty all the time."

She giggled and said, "oh honey, if I get infected I'll still find ways to take care of you."

I felt the soft warmth surrounding my cock and saw brown streaks as she slowly lifted and settled. I watched the brown stain spread, enjoying her scent. When she came, wetting my balls and inner thighs with warm thick honey, I held still, stretching my control to the maximum.

I felt the tension in her body build and then leave as the wave of her orgasm passed.

She surprised me by pulling off and then scooting back.

I spread her cheeks and saw that the stain there was limited to a small circle and her pussy was still shit free. So I began licking, front to back, cleaning her, keeping her pussy clean. I realized I was past being bothered at all by her scent or her taste. I just wanted to keep her clean and give her pleasure.

I used my hand to spread her big cheeks and licked her clean while her mouth was doing the same to my cock.

She pulled off of my cock long enough to say, "wait for me baby, please," and took me back, doing that thing with her tongue that ALMOST made me cum every time she pulled slowly off.

I had her asshole clean by then and as I probed with my tongue I liked the feel and the scent and the taste I was finding. When she came, her lubricating mucus running down my chin, she pushed a little and I had a mouthful of shit which made me cum, my ejaculation powerful, I could feel my prostate contracting, I swear.

She was sort of moaning, "oh God, oh God, ohgodohgodohgod," as I chewed and licked her asshole and swallowed.

She relaxed, her weight pressing me into the mattress. I liked it and licked her full smooth lips, her thick, salty mucus and her womanscent delightful as we both struggled to get our breathing under control.

She lifted, allowing me to breathe again, and squirmed around so we were face to face.

Her lips, like mine, had a brown trace.

I kissed her, gently, my passion sated.

She kissed me back the same way.

We lay in the afterglow like that for a while and then I chuckled and said, "feed me."

She grinned and said, "I thought I did."

I laughed and said, "that's not very filling sweety. I DO need dinner."

She slapped her belly and said, "I'm not terribly hungry."

I laughed again and said, "are you going to make me eat alone?"

"Welllllllllllll," she said, "I didn't exactly say that."

She rolled out of bed with that odd quickness and started for the bedroom door. I watched her big ass going, noting a trace of a brown ring right where her cheeks met and chastising myself for not doing a very good job cleaning her up.

I followed, more leisurely, and by the time I got to the kitchen she was rummaging in the refrigerator.

"Leftover chicken okay?" she asked and I nodded.

I got a beer and sat at the kitchen table, watching her. She threw together a dinner and as I watched her I chuckled.

"What," she asked.

"Just enjoying looking at you," I said.

She giggled and set the simple dinner before me - a chicken breast, warmed up mashed potatoes, corn, and beer. I did notice that her plate was as full as mine.

We ate in one of those companionable silences, smiling at each other, giggling as we stole a bite off of each other's plate. Done, we did the dishes just like every "normal" couple did such things naked and shit smeared.

I did use the dishcloth to clean her ass. When she looked at me with one eyebrow up I said, "we can change sheets but the couch is a different matter."

I opened a couple of more beers and led her into the family room. I went back and grabbed her breast pump. In the family room again I got it plugged in and on a side table in arms reach and then sat and patted my lap. She smiled and laid back, her head in my lap. I fumbled with her complicated remote, scrolled through the menus, and found a Jason Statham vehicle, a movie called "Homefront."

Once I had all of that set up I put my finger in her nose and teased out a long, clear booger, lubricated her nipple, and latched the cup on it. I did the second nipple the same way. She looked, well, content, as we watched Jason kick ass for the next two hours. The pleasant whoosh-click of the pump was soporific. When it stopped at the half-hour timer I just reset it. She smiled.

The pump was on for the two-hour movie and then a half-hour nightly news. When I finally broke the latch her nipples were dark and distended. She winced when I pinched them. In bed we made love. Slow and sweet. And slept.

I woke with her nuzzling my neck.

"You're sure?" she said.

I could hear her belly rumbling and when she belched softly the smell of vomit was strong on her breath.

I kissed her and brushed her hair back, very gently. Then I kissed her cheek, still bruised. I nibbled her ear a bit and whispered, "absolutely."

I kissed her again and when I put enough distance between us to see her she was smiling.

Her face changed and she made another belch, this one stronger, her body sort of hunching.

I kissed her again and snuggled close, my erection against her belly, the softness erotic and arousing.

I felt her body jerk and heard the gurgle in her belly as the morning sickness took hold.

I held the kiss, not letting her go.

I could still feel her fighting it but I knew she couldn't.

I let her mouth go and kissed her cheek again, and whispered, "it's all right."

She was still trying to hold back when the first little wave of her puke entered my mouth. My hand was at the back of her head now, holding her to me when her stomach finally let go.

I was surprised at both the force and the volume. Her puke filled my mouth suddenly, forced out my nose. It was bitter and the acid strong. When I swallowed it burned. I liked it.

I liked it a lot, but my body didn't and I threw up myself.

The explosion was pretty spectacular. We were both covered in puke, our hair matted, our chests covered. When I gasped, catching my breath, she threw up again and I coughed.

It was like the sheer work our bodies were doing increased our passion. She climbed on me and was fucking me like a crazy woman. Each time she would gag and retch I would kiss her, sucking the thick slimy bitter bile loaded snot that was all she was getting up at that point and my own body would rebel, making me retch in turn.

She heaved even harder and I felt and heard her bowels release when she clenched around my cock so hard it hurt.

Interestingly I didn't think of it as a "stink" any more, it was more like a scent, or an aroma. Something exciting. Something I knew I wanted more of.

She came and farted and shit a bit more and gagged up some more.

I licked at her mouth greedily, hoping I could keep it down.

She came again and this time I was right there with her.

She settled onto me, down to a few little jerks, gasping and getting out an "I love you" between gasps.

My own stomach rebelled again and when I gagged I shit more and then I pushed and pissed, still inside of her, flushing her with sterile urine.

Her eyes got big but she made no move to get off of me.

I crawled off the bed and got her breast pump and hooked her up.

For the next half hour, with the soft whoosh-click of the pump as background, I nuzzled her as she lay back, relaxing after the strain of the morning pukefest.

I kissed her face, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks, her boobs. I caressed her belly and her arms. I touched her pussy and she didn't even squirm she was so relaxed.

When the pump kicked off I unhooked her, helped her stand, and led her to the shower. We showered and I douched her and then we had breakfast.

We locked each other up and I was off to school.

Teaching today was better. You can always get college freshmen riled up with the early United States. Plenty of wars and any teacher who can't get even the sleepiest freshman worked up over Indian removal or the various wars is simply in the wrong line of work.

Today, on my way home, I stopped by my favorite bakery and brought home a Fudge Lava cake. When I walked in she was vacuuming the living room dressed in nothing but her chastity belt. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were darker already, and the nipples themselves seemed larger, the areolas still the same size.