WET FIELDS

DRUNK

I felt a little bit drunk. It had been a long time that I had a taste of liquor. I was really not used to drinking wines or liquors. But we were invited to a nearby nuptial of the daughter of one of the officers of Caranglan Farmers’ Cooperative. Lissa was one of the bride’s entourages. I and Mang Usting were one of the sponsors.

Traditionally, the reception consisted of overflowing booze and sumptuous foods and lots of merry-making. It was always a feast offered by the family of the groom for the newlyweds.

I brought Mang Usting home where he immediately fell asleep on his rocking chair in their living room. Apparently, he was more drunk than I was.

I was on my way out to my rented house when I happened to pass at Lissa’s room. She did not close the door as she was changing inside. It was exactly as she was undressing to change her clothes when I took a quick peek inside her room.

I felt that my drunkenness had evaporated when I saw her nakedness in full view with the door of her room ajar.

She was only in her panties. Her bra was strewn on the bed. A lump of heat in my crotch coupled with the hardening of my d**k was all I could feel watching her without her clothes. I shook off the lurid thought and quickly dashed out from their house.

Upon reaching my rented house, I went directly to the toilet to take a shower. I wanted to be fully sober.

I was to close the door of the toilet when I heard someone entered the front door of my rented house. Then I heard the soft sound of the door lock clicked close. I was already naked. The wine made me a little bit careless. I decided to take a look at the front door without covering myself.

I was surprised to find Lissa outside the toilet’s door. She was watching my nakedness and my limp d**k dangling between my legs. Without a word she quickly removed her panties and threw it at the table nearby.

I could feel she was breathing hard. She was panting and heaving when she entered the toilet and closed it on her back.

I was in disbelief at what was happening. I could see her p***y’s glistening labia as she tiptoed while sitting Infront of my crotch. She held in her palms my half-erect d**k.

“I will pleasure your c**k as what Ate Mer was doing with it every night of her stay here.” She said, looking up at my eyes.

She was telling me while this, toying with my d**k in both hands.

“So, you are peeping on us?” I accused her.

“My room and yours were only separated by a thin plywood.” She seemed to admit.

She was fondling my half-drunk d**k. Caressing its shaft gently with her quivering hands.

Her warm hands was waking up an urge in my loins.

“I’ve got a terrible crush on you Greg, ever since you came to live here with us.”

“I won’t forego this chance.” She said as she started to suck my d**k.

It had been a month since I’ve had s*x. Mer was seven months pregnant.

Lissa was clumsy at sucking my d**k. It was evident that it was her first time. But she was eager and determined.

I arched my body toward hers. I could feel her hands trembling as she fondled my balls while she slid my full length inside her warm mouth.

She choked and gagged. But she continued sucking my d**k.

I was not with my normal thinking. The lust she had woke up in me was overwhelming me. All I was thinking that time was to reach the end of my lust. To release the heat engulfing my whole body. The raw needs of my d**k were all that mattered and nothing else.

My libido had risen to its peak.

“I must have her.”

“I need to f**k her to release this heat in my groin.”

Perhaps it was the effect of the liquor. Or perhaps she was fertile. Fertile women were akin to a full-bloom flower. I was the nearest bee to suck at her nectar. She needed it.

The bee and its prick.

And my d**k was not complaining against her moist and warm mouth. My d**k was being pleasured by it. Tremendously.

I thrusted my stiff d**k into her mouth, humped her harshly, holding her head with both hands as I f****d her mouth as if it was the real thing. I grunted as she tried to pull back her head afraid that my d**k would deeply penetrate her throat.

But I didn’t want to c*m in her mouth. I wanted to put my load in her sweet p***y.

Quickly releasing her head, I went to sit on top of the toilet bowl putting its cover in place. She was trembling. I was not sure if it was of nervousness or her lust.

But for myself, I was sure I was horny as hell at that moment. Still fully clothed with only her panties off, she slowly sat on my d**k facing the door with her back on me.

I pulled the hem of her skirt up, to see her firm buttocks and hairy p***y as she bent forward groping with one hand for my d**k. Her trembling p***y’s hole met the tip of my shaft.

She hesitated for a moment then put her entire weight against my d**k. She was so tight. I could feel my d**k had ripped something inside her opening. It was her hymen.

She was virgin.

For some seconds she just stayed firmly sitting on my lap. Perhaps she was letting the painful first entry of something huge and rigid in her virgin hole go away for a second. And when the pain became bearable, she started to bounce her pelvis slowly at first then at an steady yet calculated tempo.

The tightness of her p***y was making me a lot hornier. I held her pelvis in both hands and guided her hips down; my d**k piercing her innermost depth.

“f**k, Lissa…you’re so tight…ahhhh…uhmmmppp…”

We were both moaning and gasping. I could feel my d**k hitting her cervix. It felt so good. It sent an array of pulsating heat at the center of my groin.

The moment she made a quicker and much faster tempo going up and down on my lap, I fully knew she was racing for her own climax.

“Greg… I feel I will c*m…” she whispered as she grinded her p***y against my d**k.

She was writhing in extreme pleasure.

“Here I am Greg, ohhhh…uhmmm…”

She was in ecstatic hysteria. I became afraid that somebody could hear us. Her moans were in cadence with her sliding in and out of my d**k.

“I’m coming Greg… ohhhh…” her muted moans was all over the toilet.

I pushed her up and have her stood bended towards the door. She held the door knob as I shoved my d**k in her p***y and f****d her from behind.

“Greg… ohhhh.” Her moans were rising yet again.

I f****d her really hard with her head banging the toilet’s door.

“I’m coming again Greg…” she told me as I pushed and pull inside her until I felt my groin was ready to burst with my load.

The effect of liquor delayed my squirt. But when I did, it was a continuous stream of load filling her p***y, spilling into her stomach and dripping on her thighs.

We repeated the acts while on a standing missionary position. Then after we cleaned ourselves in the toilet, we ended up in my room where we c*m for one more time before our lusts finally subsided.

After that, we were regularly doing it as if we were a regular husband and wife. We would have s*x whenever we were alone in the fields.

When the palay was harvested, we f****d in the soft rice straws piled for food for the cows and carabaos.

We would linger in the haystacks until sundown. Where we often ended f*****g each other.

“I know what we are doing is wrong, Greg. You are married.” She would tell me.

“But I keep lusting for you.”

She would tell me this while she laid herself on the soft and thick haystack.

She was always the aggressive one. She would pull me down towards her and her tongue would readily slide in and out of my mouth. She would lay on top of me quickly groping for my d**k. We often f****d fully clothed in case somebody could come by. But we could see it through the open field.

She would just open the zipper of my pants and bring out my always ready d**k. She would have her panties parted sideways to accommodate my c**k on hers.

She rode on top of me. Going up and down in frantic and clumsy ride. The side of her panties sometimes irked my d**k. But it was not a hindrance in any way stopping me from reaching my orgasm again and again on hers. It had become a habit whenever I was in Caranglan.

“I know how foolish it is to want you, much more to dream you can love me too,” She would start her self-pity after each tryst. And we were at the haystack. We just finished f*****g.

“A hare-brained girl like me can’t compete with your beauty and brain wife.”

I laid among the haystack while she was sitting beside me. She then laid her head on my lap as I straightened to sit up and leaned at the pile of the haystacks. She was holding a rice straw playfully inserting it in my nostril. I sneezed on her face.

“See, you think my face is only good to sneeze at,” she seemed to complain.

She instinctively wiped off my sneeze on her face with the hem of her dress.

“Where is your panties?” I gasped gawking at her hairy p***y.

“Here,” she showed me her panties from the side pocket of her dress.

“Why are you not wearing it yet?” I asked reaching for her mound.

“I get myself ready in case you want it again.” She was looking at me, teasing me.

It was getting dusk. Soon it would be dark down the path towards home. But we could spare an hour to f**k--- again.

With her and in the fields where we had our vast bed to lay ourselves; our togetherness almost always ended up with my d**k penetrating her warm and horny mound.

“This is the only consolation I have,” she was saying as she rode on top of me.

“That even if I will never measure in comparison to the owner of your d**k, at least I can pride myself that I can make you c*m as much as your wife can.” She finished her speech with her moans and my own. Our moand were rising in crescendo as we shared a seismic eruption of our climax.

The dusk would always envy our union.

“Drive me to the airport, Greg,” she urged me one day.

“Ama borrowed a jeep for my luggage.”

“Where are you going?” I asked her.

“To Palawan. My application was accepted by Rev. d**k Harvey.”

“He needed a licensed Social Worker to process the adoption papers of the children in his private orphanage he established there.” She seemed confident about her employer. Her voice was with a tinge of profound pride.

“This way I will be far from you.” She added looking at my eyes.

“We should stop while we can.”

“I want to stay away from your plow. My p***y is getting addicted to it. It is time to wake up and be realistic.”

“The compensation is good. Free board and lodging. Thirty thousand pesos per month salary. Ateng will surely be proud. I feel I can repay her for what she had spent with my education and my reviews to be a licensed social worker.”

“Please promise me that you won’t use your plow to till another p***y in Caranglan while I’m away.”

I chuckled hearing her noble speech.

“There is no one like you in Caranglan, for my plow to till,” I sheepishly told her.

“Who knows? There are a lot of wild hens for those who are looking for them” she said.

We were at the airport.

“If only Ama has not tagged along, I can kiss you for the last time before I board my plane.” She said without batting an eyelash. I was used to her kind of speech.

“I think we still can. It is a bit early. We can even have a quickie in the CR.” I teased her.

“You bastard. Do you want to be booked for public scandal?” she sneered at me.

But then she was looking at me, her gaze caressing the front of my pants.

“Can we? It sounds exciting.” She sheepishly whispered.

“Uhmmm,” I hit her nape with the back of my hand.

“Horny girl. How can we when there are security cameras all over the airport?”

“But you are suggesting it a while ago. It makes me moist down there.” She giggled.

But when she saw Mang Usting was busy looking at the passengers, she tip-toed and kissed me passionately on my lips.

“I’ll savor this kiss and the memory of our trysts wherever I will be.” She said and quickly grabbed her luggage. She went through the check-in counter without looking back.

I heaved a sigh of goodbye. Wishing her the best of luck in my head.

TO BE CONTINUED…