Puke In The Alley

Lois Lane dove into the alley that ran behind the club, swerving as if drunk. Anyone who saw her would see the wet paper back in her hand, the flushed look of her face, and figure her for a drunk. They wouldn't be far wrong.

The reporter made it about twenty feet, just far enough to duck behind a dumpster, and then she leaned against the wall, opened her mouth, gulped some air...

Her stomach heaved.

Puking was always the most physically intense experience of the reporter's life. Like an orgasm, it involved her entire body. Head swam, stomach lurched as muscles suddenly worked in reverse. Nasty bile, made all the worse by the salty bitterness of cum, poured out of her throat and across her tongue and coated her teeth. Lois stared down as an arc of white ooze burst from her lips and splattered messily against the base of the wall, drops splashing against her shoes.

The reporter turned the bottle upside down, to let the cum ooze out as she emptied her stomach. It took a few more minutes, her stomach lurching, white sperm burning its way up her esophagus, leaving a film behind that she spit out in between vomiting.

Lois sucked in air, her throat bruning and raw. She'd known women at university that vomited to keep their weight down. Bulimic. Not a healthy practice. The acid ate away at the teeth, could hurt your voice, and the women often had bad hair and skin, because they never got enough vitamins. The reporter had always been glad she hadn't gone down that route, and now as her empty stomach heaved, she was gladder.

Her violet eyes stared down at the puddle of mostly liquid jizz and stomach acid. She wondered what would have happened if she'd puked into some woman's open pussy. Would it burn? Would she get pregnant? Lois sucked in air, waiting for her stomach to stop heaving, for her limbs to stop shaking. Heat emanated from her body, against the coolness of the night, like a light fever.

Yet Lois felt better. Raised her head, and breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth. Her throat still felt raw. The bottle in its soaking wet bag dribbled jizz. She walked down the alley, turned a corner...yes, there was a fire door. Through their, twenty or thirty feet to the dark stairwell, then down, down, down to the shrine. Where this curse had begun, and where it would end.

Lois brought the overflowing bottle to her lips and took a long sticky swig. She could do this.