Relief for a Very Sickly Vicar

Content warning: This is a fetish story that contains detailed scenes of vomiting. Hit that back button now if this ain't your thing. Otherwise, please enjoy!

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"I'm glad that's over," Reverend Bradley sighed, as he and Lexi made it back to the vicarage. The Nine Lessons and Carols service was always well-attended.

Soaring energy prices be damned, the vicar thought, as they went in, and felt the warmth from the radiators. There was nothing worse than coming home to a freezing cold house, especially when you felt under the weather. And Reverend Bradley wasn't feeling too good at all right now. The nausea had come on suddenly, half-way through the service, and it was steadily getting worse.

"Can I get you anything, Will?" Lexi said as the reverend slumped on the couch, a pained expression on his face. "Cup of tea, or some water? Aspirin?"

"No thanks, Lex." He paused as he took a deep breath. Cramps assaulted his abdomen again.

"Did you eat something a bit dodgy?" she replied, sitting beside him.

"No, not this time. And I've stayed off the booze, but Lord, my stomach's playing up now. Well...you know I'm a bit of a sickly vicar. What with my lactose intolerance and all. Trouble is, I absolutely love cheese and other dairy. I shouldn't keep eating it. I always suffer with the runs due to my sins. It doesn't make me want to throw up though."

"Have you had diarrhoea?" Lexi asked, remembering that time a few weeks in the church toilets, when he'd been ill from food poisoning.

"Nope. Nothing wrong at that end. Haven't eaten any dairy. No drink. It's just my stomach. I just feel really sick...nauseous...uhh. It's getting worse. I have the awful feeling I may have caught the norovirus that's going round. Several people at church have had it. Liz, Netta and Victoria. And the curate."

"Aww," Lexi smiled, with mock sympathy. "Well, couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of people." The three persons in question were all on the parochial church council, and had raised eyebrows upon discovering that the vicar was in a relationship with a much-younger woman. "Didn't take them long to find out, did it?"

"Old ladies from tight-knit communities like this have a way of finding out everything," Reverend Bradley said, as he massaged his bloated abdomen. "They probably know my inside leg measurement and what I eat for breakfast."

"Narrow-minded busybodies," Lexi grumbled. "We're two single, consenting adults. What's their problem? How dare they try and report me to that Safeguarding woman!"

"They don't like change, or anything slightly un-conventional," Reverend Bradley replied, taking a deep breath. The colour had drained from his face and he felt sicker than ever. "I'm not one to lose my temper, but I told them straight, and Graham backed me up. They won't dare say anything else."

"I like Graham," Lexi smiled. "He's a great organist and he was so friendly and welcoming to me when I first started attending this church."

"He's in a similar position to us. His girlfriend Sarah is twenty years younger than him. Plus...I've helped him out a few times in the past."

He winced again, and Lexi slipped her arm round his shoulders.

"Will?"

"Uhh, my gut. I'm getting the urge to be sick..."

"Think we need to get you to the bathroom," she said, kissing his cheek. She helped the vicar to his feet and they headed to the downstairs bathroom, which had been converted into a wet room. Very handy for what Lexi was hoping to experience.

In the wet room, Reverend Bradley sat down on a small stool. "You're so good to me," he smiled weakly, as she knelt beside him. "I don't know why you put up with a sickly old vicar like me..."

Lexi stood up and started undressing. "I like sexy, sickly old vicars," she giggled, letting her clothes fall to the floor.

Despite his queasy state, seeing her naked soon had Reverend Bradley's cock twitching with excitement.

"You planning to give me a shower?" He asked, as she removed his clerical collar and started unbuttoning his black shirt. "Umm...could I remain seated and just wait a bit? I feel too weak to stand right now and...I think I'm about to..."

He belched and held his hand to his mouth for a few seconds, then adjusted his glasses. It wouldn't be long before his ill gut emptied itself.

"We'll have a nice relaxing shower after you've been sick, Will," Lexi whispered.

"You'll feel much better. Let's get your clothes off. Okay?"

He nodded. In no time at all, she'd removed his clothes and cast them aside. She knelt beside him, stroking his grey hair and running cool hands over his clammy skin. He was trembling. Noticing his semi-erect cock, Lexi reached for it and began stroking it gently.

Her touch on his member couldn't halt his nausea, but it made it more bearable.

"Uhhhh...!" Reverend Bradley groaned and started retching. Pain assaulted his stomach, and he belched again. "Think it's coming...ufff...oh no!"

"Will." Lexi stroked his cheek.

"Going to be sick!"

"Just let it all out, Will," Lexi said. "Nothing to feel embarrassed about."

A putrid stench wafted through the air as the vicar doubled over in pain, his face ashen. His body convulsed violently, as though a demonic force was tearing through his innards, and he vomited. His first heave sent a stream of lumpy, half-digested food splattering across Lexi's bare breasts, and she let out a quiet moan of pleasure.

"There, there, my dear Will," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "Get it all up. Better out than in."

She had often fantasised about this very moment, about the way his pale, sweaty skin would feel against hers, and the warmth of his vomit as it splattered against her own bare body. As he retched and heaved, she reached out and tenderly stroked his back, her fingers tracing the outline of his spine as he prepared to expel more contents of his stomach.

The second time he retched, she moved closer, and he spewed directly in her face, covering her from chin to forehead in a thick, layer of chunky puke. She giggled, unable to contain her excitement, and reached up to rub the vomit into her skin, savouring the sensation of his sickness becoming a part of her. It felt so lovely and intimate.

"You're doing great, Will. Keep going. Feels so good, doesn't it?"

Her words seemed to embolden him and as Reverend Bradley continued to empty his troubled gut, he let out a low growl of relief. Lexi leaned forward, pressing her lips against his neck, breathing in the acrid scent of vomit and sweat that clung to him. He wasn't done yet.

"I've got you," she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "Just let go and be sick. Let it all out for me."

And he did.

"Ummmf!"

As the vicar's warm, sour vomit splashed forth onto her lap, Lexi's face took on a strange expression of ecstasy. An orgasm coursed through her as she watched him intently, the muscles in his abdomen tensing and relaxing with each violent heave.

The reverend's eyes were closed, his face contorted.

"Ummmf!"

He gagged, and coughed, bringing up a few more mouthfuls of pale brown liquid, which Lexi caught in her hands.

And then at last, sweet relief. It was over. His irritated stomach began to calm itself. The heaving subsided. Reverend Bradley opened his eyes, his face beginning to regain some colour. He looked at Lexi, horrified at the mess he'd made, but her expression reassured him. There was a fierce, passionate gleam in her eye, and her touch was gentle and soothing.

"Will," she whispered, wiping his mouth with a damp cloth. "You threw up so much. Are you feeling better?"

Reverend Bradley couldn't quite believe what had just transpired. That had been...incredible. He looked at Lexi, then down at his erect cock. She was covered in his vomit, and he felt a strange mixture of shame and arousal.

"I feel...much better," he mumbled.

"You know," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think I'm going to have to take care of you more often if you puke as impressively as this."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. As he looked into her eyes, he realised that she was serious about her feelings for him. And for the first time, he felt like he could be honest with her as well.

"Lexi," he stammered, his voice barely audible. "I-I love you." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he felt a mixture of fear and relief wash over him. He blushed crimson.

Lexi smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, and began stroking his cock again. "I love you too, my sickly vicar."