Health and Needs

(Continued from Part 1)

Seema was covered by a film of perspiration, her body having been exerted beyond its limits. She had never cum so hard before, her breath was in short gasps, her mouth dry. He realized her predicament and leaned back to find the water bottle he kept on the side table on the other side of the bed. His fingers found the bottle, and her brought it to her. She grabbed it thankfully, her eyes speaking in lieu of her mouth. She drank greedily before she calmed down slowly. her chest heaving from the physical effort her body had put her through.

As she calmed down and her breathing returned to a semblance of normal, she rose up and looked down at him. She smiled her thanks, and wordlessly shuffled down the bed till she was level with his chest. she used her hands to turn him onto his back from his left side, and caressed his face with her hands. She felt his shaved lips under hands as they moved down his neck to his hairy chest. Her hands laced through his chest hair, and found his nipples she moved both her hands to his right nipple, clearing away the hair around it. She bent down across his body and took his nipple into her mouth. She used her lips to kiss it before using the tip of her tongue to flick his nipple erect.

She enclosed his nipple with her lips and and began to use her teeth to gently nibble at it. He entwined his right hand in her hair, pressing her head down to increase the pressure. he raised his chest slightly, seeking more contact. Keeping her right hand on his chest to press him down, she moved her left hand to grasp his penis. She used her mouth to stimulate his nipple and her hand to stroke his penis. It was his turn to moan gruffly. It had been some days since he had cum last in one of his infrequent masturbation sessions, it felt wonderful to have another person's hand on his penis again. He had been faithful to his wife, they had divorced due to mutual differences as they grew apart during their marriage.

She began stroking his penis up and down.Lifting her head from his nipple, she looked at his penis. It was uncircumcised, just like her late husband. A drop of pre-cum had collected at the mouth of the foreskin, and she pinched the foreskin at the tip, causing a pleasurable feeling in him. She rose and bent over his penis, her hand stroking it as she reached out with her tongue to taste his penis. It was similar to the only other penis she knew intimately, and she closed her mouth over the head, her tongue swirling around the foreskin-covered head. His lube was a little thinner than what she was used to, but it tasted similar.

She began to lick and suck his penis, pulling down the foreskin to expose the glans and head. His foreskin was tight, he felt slight pain as she pulled it down, but it was done. She began to lick and suck in earnest, enjoying the feel of a real penis in her mouth after so many years. Her tongue slobbered over the head, the tip of her tongue teasing his slit as she tried to insert the tip of her tongue into it. He hissed in pleasure, and gently pushed her head down. She took in more of the penis into her mouth, she managed to cover half of it in her mouth. She sucked on it like she would do to her lollipops when she was much younger, her hand at the base of the penis holding it straight.

She began to bob her head up and down on the penis, using her mouth like a second vagina, except that her mouth could suck and had a tongue to enhance the feelings.He began to raise his hips gently, careful not to suffocate her or trigger her gag response. She timed her head movement with his upthrusts, relishing the power it gave her - she could give him pleasure or deny it. His penis was now hard, as hard as it would get. She raised her head and looked up at him, her intentions clear in them. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, lifting her knees and feet, presenting her intimate organs to him. He rose and knelt in between her spread legs, adjusting his body until his penis was at the mouth of her vagina. She used her right hand to hold and guide his penis to her entrance lodged it there. He pushed into her gently, her vagina stretching to accommodate the head after so many years.

He was aware of her discomfort, and gently pushed into her until he was fully lodged inside her vagina, his penis sheathed in her warm, wet vagina. She let out a long sigh, an expression of her pleasure at being filled with a strong penis in her vagina. She'd realized that as a woman, her body was made to take a man into her, to be filled with his stiff hardness. A feeling of fullness invaded her body, a complete fullness. She had felt the same back then when she used to have sex with her husband earlier.

He in turn was feeling the warm tight wetness of a woman's vagina after a long time. His penis was hard, it felt good to be inside a woman again. He felt a boost of confidence, a feeling of wellness, and a lot of affection for this woman. Granted their sexual union wasn't morally and socially sanctioned, but after a certain age and experience such considerations lost their severity. He moved his arms behind her raised knees, locking her knees with his elbows. Her bum was raised slightly off the mattress in this position, and it allowed for a deeper connection between their bodies

He was leaning on his arms, his weight off her. He stayed still for half-a-minute, so that she got used to the feeling of a penis inside her, and he got used to being inside a vagina again. He started to move in her gently, earning a grunt from her on his first thrust into her. Her vagina was tight enough to push his foreskin back, exposing the dark pink glans of the penis inside it. His strokes in her body caused him to relive the exquisite sensations when he shared sex with his former wife, and she felt the complete satisfaction she felt when she had her late husband's penis in her. She lay still, a learning from her years of sex with her husband, not wanting to upset the tempo that he would wish to set. His gentle stroking became firmer and a little faster, both of them finding this new pace more comfortable and satisfactory. she would grunt every time he thrust deep into her. His eyes never left hers, trying to read any signals she may transmit from them. She once again warned him not to cum inside her, since she was not on contraception and she didn't want to risk a pregnancy at this age and situation of her life.He nodded, and renewed his thrusting in her.

Both were highly aroused since they were having sex for the first time after a long period of abstinence, and having sex for the first time with each other. Both knew they wouldn't last long, and after only a few minutes that seemed like a few minutes, he felt his orgasm beginning inside him. He made a contrite face and began to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around his back, locking her ankles behind him and kept him in her. "I am close too, don't stop," she said. "its okay, don't stop", she continued. He gave in to her, and as his penis began to ejaculate inside her, they both felt the satisfaction of completion, an orgasm. On his third spurt of semen inside her, her orgasm finally took hold, her vagina clenching around his penis, seemingly alive as it milked his sperm out of him. Her vagina was coated with his semen, painted in white inside. She felt the warm wetness spread inside her, collecting around her cervix in her position. Her body convulsed from its first penis-induced orgasm in several years, her thighs pressed tight around his hips. She had let out a long sigh as her orgasm hit her, careful not to make loud noises for fear of someone hearing their cries of passion.

He continued to thrust in her until his orgasm passed, hers continued for a couple of seconds more. He collapsed on her from the effort. Both were covered with perspiration, she wrapped her hands around his back. He pushed a strand of her perspiration-wet hair away from her face, his breathing deep and in short gasps. She was breathing hard too, and they lay there, their bodies connected for a minute more before his penis softened and slipped out of her vagina. It was followed by an expulsion of their combined juices as her bum slipped back onto the bed. He rose and lay down on his back next to her, still in the afterglow.

She lay there for a minute, and then got up, rushing to the bathroom to use a controlled spray of water from the jet spray next to the commode to wash out his semen from her cervix and vagina. She squatted on the bathroom floor and pee'ed, following the advice from her mother from long ago, to pee after every act of sex. She rose, and used the jet spray to wash away her urine into the drain, leaving the bathroom clean. She exited the bathroom, he was waiting for her outside. Both still nude, he guided her by her hand to the sofa, where it all had started, and seated her on it. He sat next to her on her right, putting his left arm around her shoulder. He picked up the two cigarettes that he had placed on the coffee table before the accidental spilling of tea, gave one to her and using his lighter, lit them both. He placed the ashtray within their reach, and they both smoked in silence.

Seema was bashful, she had actually had sex with this man against her social conditioning. She had even let him cum inside her even though she knew she was taking an awful risk. She had heard of the 'Plan-B' pill, she made a mental note to get it from the nurse at the Primary Health Centre, as they smoked. She felt his arm around her shoulder move, he moved his arm over her shoulder to caress and fondle her breast. His index finger tweaked her nipple, stiffening it again. She looked at him, pleading with him not to start again. He moved his finger away from her nipple, and they both finished and stubbed out their cigarettes in the ashtray.

She rose to check on the washing machine - surprisingly, it was still mid cycle, it showed that it still needed thirty minutes more to complete its cycle. She realized that their sex hadn't taken much time. As she stood there by the machine contemplating, he entered behind her, both still nude. He turned her to face him, wrapped his arms under her bum, lifted her up. She screamed and fell forward, her arms supported on his broad shoulders. She searched for his eyes, her eyes pleading to put her down. He didn't look at her, ignoring her silent appeal. He took her back to bed, depositing her gently on it on her stomach. He arranged her on her fours, on her hands and knees. He spread her knees to shoulder width.

He could now clearly see her pussy, its lips slightly open. He brown anus seemed to wink at him as it clenched close involuntarily. Her long hair hung around her face, she shook her head to clear i from her face and used her right hand to push it over her back. She turned around to look at him over her left shoulder. He was holding her hips with both his hands as he took in the sight of her body, submissive and vulnerable. He knelt behind her and bent down to inhale her intimate fragrance. He stuck out his tongue and using it flat, licked her from her clit to her perineum, the gap between her vagina and her anus. He used the tip of his tongue to lick this sensitive spot. He used it to lick around her anus, as she shivered.

She submitted to his actions, letting him do as he pleased with her. This position was rare for her, her husband used to call it 'fucking like a dog'. They would have sex like this rarely, mainly when he was intoxicated and aggressive. Meanwhile, his licking was having an effect on her. Her dormant vagina began to lubricate itself, preparing for another round of penetration. He returned to her vagina, rolled his tongue and inserted it into her. Her body flinched at this unfamiliar intrusion, but she didn't move. His tongue pushed its way into her body, lapping up the arousal that was now flowing freely. He thrust his tongue in and out of her a few times, and she hissed in reply. He moved to her clit, licking around it before he moved to capture the hood in his mouth.

He used his tongue to push it back and access her clit directly.he licked and sucked on it gently to arouse her further, she let out an impatient noise. He kept at it, orally stimulating her clit for a minute, until she looked back over her shoulder again and called out to him. "Put it in!", she exclaimed. "We don't have much time", she added. He shuffled on his knees behind her, bringing his penis to her slit. Holding it with his right hand, he kept his left hand on her hip and began to slide his erect penis up and down the slit, coating it with her fluids and his own. He pulled the foreskin back slightly, exposing the soft pink glans, and continued to rub it up and down her slit. She used her right hand to grasp her penis from below and in between her thighs, slotted it to her entrance, and pushed back, gasping and sighing as his penis entered her again. Once again, the feeling of being full returned, and she looked back at him over her shoulder, saying "Do it fast, you can cum in me, I will take a medicine to be safe tomorrow."

He complied, entering her fully, his penis embedded in her. The deeper penetration brought our a groan from her, and he held her hips with both his hands as he began to thrust into her forcefully. After setting a rhythm with her pushing back as he drove into her, he reached around her torso to hold her swaying breasts. he kept thrusting into her, their mutual lubrication making movements smooth and pleasurable. She lowered her head onto her forearms, assuming the correct position as he ploughed into her from behind. As she lowered her body his hands came back to her hips, he used his hands to regulate their mating. He knew he would last longer this time, the edge being taken off with his previous orgasm. He varied his thrusts with changes in direction, strength, speed and depth, surprising her with every change. She could feel her body coiling up deep in her belly, as her body prepared for her orgasm. She remembered the doctor's advice, using her muscles to grip his penis as he moved in and out of her. It was his turn to be surprised, the alternate gripping and relaxing in time with his thrusts creating a milking action on his penis. she could feel his penis moving across her muscles as they gripped it, she was sure they were growing stronger.

Her body responded to this extra stimulus, the coil in her belly winding itself tighter until she could feel the discomfort it brought as a dull ache in her belly. He began to bury his penis deep inside her on every stroke, pulling out till only the tip remained inside. The intercourse brought her no more pain, she was enjoying having sex this time. His orgasm was building too, in his mind he played a scenario of impregnating this woman by cumming deep inside her. he knew that this could never happen in their present circumstances, but in his imaginary world, he was a man breeding his woman. His semen erupted forcefully from the tip of his penis, puddling near her cervix as she bent forward and down.

The warm flood inside her vagina triggered her orgasm, the tightly wound coil releasing its pent-up energy with highly pleasurable sensations all through her body. She was having a full-body orgasm, though she didn't know there was a term for such an experience. She buried her face into the mattress in front of her, muffling her scream of pleasure. As his orgasm subsided after ejaculating, he collapsed on her back in front of him, as they both sank onto the bed, spent fully. They lay supine for a couple of minutes, his penis flopping out of her body as it softened. a few drops of their combined ejaculates dripped from his penis onto the bed, the majority of it having collected inside her vagina near her cervix. she could still feel random aftershocks coursing through her body, she couldn't move, her thighs twitching in response.

He lay next to her and pulled her to him, turning her onto her back in the process. She cupped her pussy tightly, not wanting to spill the fluids inside her vagina on the bed. She rose awkwardly, her left hand cupping her pussy as sh hurried to the bathroom. Once again, she squatted on the tiled floor, as she removed her left hand. She used the jet spray again, controlling its force as she washed out her vagina, globs of their thick viscous fluids washed out by the water. She tried to pee again, managing only a little dribble this time. She rose, and washed the bathroom clean once again.

Back in the room, he was still on the bed, exhausted. She picked up her clothes from the floor and the side table, wearing them quickly. She used the mirror on the wardrobe to adjust her clothing, using her fingers to comb and plait her hair roughly into place. She adjusted her clothing, making herself presentable again. She went back to the washing machine, its door was unlocked after finishing its cycle. She looked at the clock, realizing that they had spent a longer time coupling. She removed his pajama, noted that the stain was gone due to her immediate action washing it out. She hung the clothes on the line, spread them out so they could dry quickly. By the time she returned to the hall, he was there, wearing his lungi. He had lit his cigarette, and she refused before he could ask her to have one herself. Still, he insisted she share his own cigarette. She relented, inhaling two quick puffs before she handed it back. She realized she had just enough time to get back home and have a quick bath to wash off the smell of sex from her body before her son reached home. Acting on an impulse, she took the cigarette from him and inhaled another two puffs before she unlocked the front door and hurried out.

She reached home, and immediately put all the clothes she had worn in the bucket and rinsed them before the odour spread. She once again filled the bucket with water, adding detergent, making it look like a normal day's wash. She had a quick bath with cold water, not having sufficient time to let the water heat up. She wore her nightdress over a fresh bra and panties, and rushed into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal before her son arrived.

He arrived after fifteen minutes, a few minutes later than his usual arrival time. She was still in the midst of preparing their meal. He washed and refreshed himself before changing into his night clothes. He asked if she needed any help before he went and switched on the television in their tiny hall. As she brought out the quickly prepared meal, they ate while listening to the day's news on television. Once they had finished their meal, as she put away the vessels to wash, the muscles in her left thigh cramped painfully. She understood it was because of the unusual strain she had placed on her thighs, spreading them wide for him. Her son brought her a muscle relaxant, she took it from him and limped to her room to apply it.

As she rubbed the relaxant into her inner thigh, her vagina released another small glob of their combined ejaculation. She used her nightdress to mop it up from the floor.

She guessed she didn't have to do any of her exercises today. Tomorrow, she would collect the contraceptive tablet from the Health clinic.