Beverly Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beverly Ch. 02

... got big and she said, "Oh, God, YES."

So I told her of my "Eureka" moment.

When I wound down she lay still for a few minutes, thinking.

"So," she said, looking straight up at the ceiling, and as I watched her body twitched and she did sort of a half situp, "the more, how did you put it, 'vile, disgusting, revolting, repulsive society would consider an act, the more perfectly intimate it is,' is that right?"

I chuckled. Sometimes my bride's mind is almost as weird as mine.

"Yes, Bevvy, that's about it," I said.

She rolled up, showing the athlete she had been and the muscle control and body awareness she retained, straddled me, her knees at my waist, and bent down from that position to kiss me.

I could feel her body tensing and relaxing under my hands on her back, finding that line again where crusty shit met smooth skin, and I knew what was coming.

And I welcomed it.

"Open your mouth, Baby," she said, "We're about to test your theory."

She was starting to retch now, her mouth open, making that deep gagging sound we've all made when we were sick.

And my mouth was open, wanting what she offered.

She retched hard, I could feel her body, the way her back sort of arched in that involuntary way we've all done.

The first thing that came up was thick and clear and hung like a rope from her mouth. I lifted my head enough to catch it in my open mouth and then slurped it up like a strand of spaghetti. It was hot and slimy and incredibly bitter. My ...

... own body retched at the taste and the feel of it.

She pulled back, away far enough to focus on my eyes.

"Davey," she said softly, "are you sure about this."

I smiled, and said, "Kiss me."

Her lips were slimy with what she had already brought up.

And I liked the sensation.

When she threw up through the kiss it had exactly the same sour, bitter, acidy taste as my own.

I tried to swallow but it came too fast. My sinuses burned as it was forced through my nose.

I tried to swallow and keep my own systems moving in the right way.

But I failed and my vomit joined hers as we shared yet another disgusting intimacy.

I felt her hands, fingers interlaced, locking behind my head, holding me to her. I couldn't resist. I was being waterboarded with puke. I could feel it being forced out my nose and when I tried to swallow my own barf joined hers in a mess that was soaking our pillow now.

And still, she held me captive. I was drowning. I could feel the acid in my throat and my sinuses were on fire.

She finally broke the kiss, releasing me, and I gasped for breath, feeling like a drowning man must feel as he breaks the surface. I suppose that's a good description.

She was down to dry heaves then but, as we all know, dry heaves ain't really "dry" at all, are they? She continued to gag and retch noisily, and what came up with thick gobbets so bitter my stomach rebelled anew.

I rubbed her back and took what she offered into my mouth while she continued to ...