Story: The Community Slut (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 64

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Story: The Community Slut (18 +) - Season 1 - Episode 64

A few months after I clocked fifteen, my morning routine changed as I always woke up feeling nauseous in the mornings and would throw up all that I ate. Nothing seemed to be able to stay in my stomach for long and the smell of food became nauseating. Also, I became easily sleepy and would sleep the whole day away after my family had gone to work or school as the case may be. I became listless and weak from the incessant throwing up and lack of food. It was fortunate that we always had fruits in the fridge as that became my sole meal for quite a while. I initially lost my lust for S£x for some weeks after these strange occurrence but I didn’t think too much about it as I was back to normal after some time, craving S£x almost incessantly.
At first nobody in the house noticed and I didn’t even tell anyone there was anything wrong with me. One day my uncle and I had our usual Fork session and when he was sU-Cking my b0s0m, he looked up with a surprised expression on his face, looked at me and then took my Tip in his mouth again, sU-Cking ferociously. Then he looked up and said

‘’Milk!!! With a look of stupefied wonder, rolling something that looked whitish on his tongue and then swallowing. Then he continued sU-Cking first one and then the other Tip much harder than before, making gulping noises.

‘’Are you pregnant Bytch? He asked after swallowing all the juice he had managed to extract from my b0s0m. His sU-Cking and the tingling feeling coming from my Tips had me in another land and I didn’t comprehend his words. I just looked at him all plaint and lusty, waiting for him to continue what he was doing. He looked at me from head to toe for what looked like ages but in reality must not have been more than a minute, then shook his head and continued. That day as was his wont, he asked me to get on my knee and proceeded to Fork me doggy for minutes on end, while spanking my butt cheeks and then pulling on my hair to get my back more arched for his thrust. The Fork was a long one and I had Pour twice before he discharged his load in my K!ttyC@t and left me. Afterwards, his question came to the fore of my lust clouded head and I started wondering if I was actually pregnant. I fondled my b0s0m very well and then sq££zed on the Tips and truthfully droplets of a milky substance was dropping from it, not much, about four droplets. I looked at my tummy, it was as flat as ever and I concluded that the milk coming out of my b0s0m must be because of the way he sU-Cked them.

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Then one Saturday morning, my aunt was home and asked me to loosen her hair so she could go and do it later in the day at the salon. I was at it when as was usual with me for some weeks now, I became nauseous from the hair cream smell and ran inside to throw up. My aunt was perplexed asking me what was wrong and I told her I wasn’t feeling fine. I continued with the loosening of hair and before I was done, I had to go throw up twice more. This must have aroused my aunt’s suspicion as she began watching me closely afterwards. When I was done, she said she had decided to go to the salon earlier as she just remembered that she had somewhere to go to later. Immediately she left home, I lay on the couch and slept off since I was the only person at home (my uncle and cousin had gone out earlier).
I was in deep sleep when my aunt’s voice brought me awake.

‘’whats wrong with you Angelica’ she asked standing in front of me on the couch and looking down on me.

‘’Nothing ma’’ I stammered
‘’Nothing and you are vomiting and sleeping and you say nothing’’ she shouted at me.
‘’Nothing ma, I’m just tired’’ I replied making to get up from the couch but her hands pinned me down as she looked around and saw that I had not done any of the things she had asked me to do before leaving home. The dishes she used to eat were still on the dining table, the cloths I was supposed to fold and keep in her wardrobe still on the chair, the floors unmopped, in short I had gone to sleep on the couch immediately I closed the gate after her. I looked about, still groggy and weak from my lack of food and constant vomiting. I couldn’t talk when I saw the evidence of my slothfulness all over the place.