A four letter word from her mouth and a back-forth movement by her hips raised him to the boiling point. They locked their lips. His big hands roamed down to her buttocks, caught and squeezed them like he did the previous night with her boobs. When he squeezed her buttocks, her cunt lips were pulled out and that gave her a pleasing sensation. She wanted to push down his cock and fit it into her vagina, but at the same time didn't want to remove her arms from his neck, for she enjoyed drinking his ambrosial love by their soul mating kiss.

How long their kiss went like that they didn't know. But they had certainly come to know that they were in love. Love that simply needs no fucking, but invigorates to end up in extravagant fucking.

- You have nice big buttocks.

- I know your liking by the way you squeeze them.

She turned around and pressed her buttocks against him. On her front, which was under warmth till then by his embrace, the rain felt like needles. As if to console it, she took his hands and brought them over her breasts. He shifted his squeezing to her breasts. And his cock was against the small of her back, hitting.

- Your cock, I'm afraid, is going to pierce my back and come out of my navel.

So he bowed then his knees a little and pressed his cock against the crevice of her buttocks. That felt better for both.

Sheltering his cock along the crevice of her buttocks and resting her whole body on his front, he with his large hands continued kneading her boobs. Her boobs were big, but her nipples were small, as small as cardamom seeds. He took those nipples between his thumbs and middle fingers and rolled them this way and that way and made her whimper.

- I can't wait anymore. Fuck me, my bull.

- Nor can I. Bend forward, my cow.

- What?

- Don't afraid, I'm mad to have, in this cold rain, only the warmth of your cunt.

She bent forward supporting herself, holding on a bamboo cross bar of the bath-hut. He guided his stiff cock in between the glistening tight lips of her cunt and shoved. It slipped in smoothly due to her excessive secretions. As his cock head advanced through her vagina, it stretched her cervical ring and entered her womb. She let out a groan and shut her eyes in bliss. The feeling of getting filled her entire sheath and more was tremendous.

- Ah! My...tear me down, I won't care.

- Aha, what a tight juicy hot slit you have! Owning this, your husband is lucky.

- Shhh...don't remind me of that puny cock now. Let me enjoy your massive drill.

- Alright, here I go; up the hill into your cave of thrill!

Stretching his hands he held her breasts and rammed his cock in and out of her slippery sheath. He battered her cunt; the rain battered his back. It went on and on. The rain conditioned the climate and kept him cool. She didn't expect such a long fuck. Her cunt exploded again and again. Her head spun through unbearable drifts. And then suddenly he sped up his strokes and shot his hot seeds deep into her womb. Both grunted and trembled. As his flows and ebbs subsided, he pulled out his cock, straightened and turned her around and kissed her lips. She encircled his neck with her arms once again and hung on him like a child.

They completed then their wild bath and entered back into the dryness under the roof of her house. Both were hungry and the 'puttu' with green-pulse curry was delicious. After breakfast they spend together an hour in making their lunch. No meat; no vegetables because of continuous rain. They made curries only with pulses.

After lunch they had a nap. When they woke up again it was getting dark already. They had no mind to get up from their bed. He was on his back. She leaned her head on his broad chest, lying close to him on her side. She ran her fingers though the dense hairs on his chest and he, on her cheek, arm and lunch-interval. They intended not, yet gradually their body warmed up. His cock made a tent of his pajama. She eyed it happily and giggled.

- What are you going to do with it, now?

- Nothing, if you say you don't have wetness in between your legs.

- No, I haven't.

- Let me check.

He rolled her clothes up and his fingers traveled through the hairy thatch of her mound. Blushing, she raised herself to help him reach. While his fingers were roaming over her mound, she nibbled at his earlobe. And when his middle finger buried in her oozing slot, she moaned in his ear passionately. He started finger-fucking her. She shivered and pressed against his moving finger, demanding more.

- Come on; enter me now with your big fuck-thing.

- Didn't you say that you are from the state of Kerala?

- So what?

- I was told that Keralite girls were experts in coconut claiming.

- You naughty.

Excited by his request, pulling off his clothes and her own, she mounted him for the so called coconut claiming. (Coconut claiming is that in which the shroud of the fruit will be removed by hitting it on a spike fixed upright). She held his long cock and guided its bulbous head into her gash. Taking his entire length in, she rested her fleshy buttocks on his strong thighs and straightened up. He smiled at her and, at that, her cheeks went red. And to hide it she tumbled on him, burying her face to his neck. He was keyed up by her shyness and patted her back, affectionately.

- Ok, ok. I won't interfere. Be free.

- I feel shy, when you look at me like that.

- Is it your first time this way, then?

- It's the only way every time my husband wants me to have sex with him. A lazy man he is.

- Rather a laissez-fair man, we should say.

Giggling, with her breasts pressed upon his chest, she raised her buttocks and started sliding up and down on his upright cock. And at the same time, she put her tongue into his mouth and kindled him with deep kisses. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful feeling created on his cock by her sliding juicy cunt. Few minutes later, she got up and sat on his thighs, with his cock held inside, and then resting on her soles, she started jumping up and down on his pole. Her boobs too swung up all along. He held them tight to squeeze in delight. And as he smiled this time, she reciprocated.

Next, she turned herself around showing him her back and rode his cock. He could watch the rise and fall of her large buttocks and the hide and seek movement of his cock as well. Thrilled, he too moved his hips up and down.

Taking turn, now and again, on these positions, she danced on his cock and lifted him to float with her to real heaven. It was a fresh fantastic experience to him. And at one point, when her cunt gushed out abundant fluid and she let out a groan, he couldn't hold any long and rushed in his semen up into her depth. Convulsing, she collapsed on him. He held her tight and kissed all over her face in appreciation. And they relaxed as such with his limp cock held in between the folds of her sheath, her fluids soaking his pubic hairs.

Forgetting the world outside, they were in their own world day and night, day after day.

And outside, the clouds exhausted themselves and raised high to bid the earth a white good bye. With warm fingers the sun touched the earth. The railway, which stopped traffic with the train the young man arrived, resumed. Flood subsided and the low lying bridge also rose across the river.

The thatched house, by the railway station, too had to open its door, at last, into the world outside. The young military man, dressed up in his green once again, was ready to depart. But the woman, who accommodated him for the past one week, was lying there on the floor; face down, hairs spread loose and sobbing. The military man didn't know how to pacify her and was standing there like a lifeless tree.

And then suddenly she got up, ran up to and threw her arms around him.

- I'll not let you go.

- But...

- Give me a baby and go.

His soul was troubled by her plain pleading. Tears welled up in his eyes too. They wept together. He realized then, he could not leave her and go just like that. He put his hand around her. And as they clung to each other, a fire flared up as to eat away their bodies.

A warm wind blew and steered the door to shut.

Clinging to him she slipped down to her knees. Her fingers fumbled at the front of his trousers. Desperate as one who didn't want to let go off her prize, she pulled out his semi hardness. Next moment, trapped in the heat of her sucking mouth and savaged by her tight wrapped lips, his cock stretched to its full length. Holding its stem in both hands she sucked at it as though a hungry dog gnawing at a rare bone.

He felt weak at his knees. Plowing through her let-loose hairs, his hands held her head for support. And plowing through her tight clamped lips, his cock fucked in to access more of her mouth. It went on in a knee shaking to and fro rhythm. The warm slurping movement of her lip-grip was too good for him to hold long. And his dam broke without notice. The catastrophic flood she tried her best to contain, in quick gulping, but it was too much and gushed out on her neck and blouse.

His cock limped back to its semi hardness. He didn't want to end it on that note. By the by, her act of cock sucking triggered his imagination. He lowered her down and pushed her clothes up her thighs. Pulling two pillows, he pushed them, one above the other, under her jutting buttocks. The dewed lips of her flowered-out cunt puffed up. On those lips he crushed his mouth and jabbed her petal messed slit with his tongue. Unexpected of this approach, her middle jerked up in a pleasure shock. Lying flat on his face down, he devoured her full bloomed vulva.

She wailed as in madness. Clutching his short hairs, she thrust her hips up and rubbed her dripping cunt against his face. As his thin lips clamped around her clit and suckled at it, her entire body was in throes of pleasure. The lashing of his tongue and nibbling of his lips were too much for her to bear with.