WET FIELDS

PASSING GRADE

After our first day in Caranglan, it was evident that it was the first time Mer had a taste of life in a farming community. But I could feel that my wife and daughter were somehow enjoying their stay with me.

But when the night came, I knew there could be a little problem. Jenny was already eight years old. She was big enough to sleep between us. The bed in the house I rented from Mang Usting was a single bed. And I forgot to procure a mat if I would sleep on the floor. Given the circumstances, I would really had to sleep on the floor.

But Lissa came to our rescue. She offered to have Jenny sleep with her in her own room.

And I did not take any hint at what she was saying; winking at me as I closed our door.

“Enjoy!” she said.

“The cool wind and the soft breeze here is really different,” Mer said.

“We can sleep without an air conditioner or an electric fan.”

I smiled at what she had opined. There was a much better air conditioning system existing here in this farm lands. It was natural and free. The trees and shrubs filtered the air and the cool wind from the mountain cooled the breeze gently blowing to cool the heat from the ground. The cool breeze that made the palay sway and hum in the fields were coming from the nearby forest where the very oxygen we breath were produced by the trees.

“This is the stark difference between living in the city and the province,” I explained.

“There are few houses here that are far apart and scattered. There are more trees, plants and shrubs than men and animals.”

I was instantly aware of the fresh scent of my wife’s body when I parted the curtain that served to cover our bedroom. She was seated at the edge of the bed while she was drying her butt-length hair with a towel.

I watched her rubbing the edges of her long and wet hair with the towel. She was wearing her favorite night dress. It was a silk dress with embroidered hem, sleeves and collar lines.

I could see that she was not wearing a bra underneath her flimsy nightgown. The outline of her boobs was visible from her night dress as well as her erect n*****s.

The hem line of her night dress was cut so low that I could see the edges of her panties which was light green in color. My wife’s allure was really tempting and irresistible. No wonder she could easily be an object of desire for a desirous and horny male.

I suddenly recalled the scene at our bedroom in Bulacan. As I also recalled what I had read in a Christian Magazine.

The essence of Christ’s teaching is LOVE. Unconditional love. And the key components of love are compassion and forgiveness. Unconditional forgiveness.

“Stone this woman, you who have not sinned.”

“No one has not sinned.”

“No one has the right to stone a sinner.”

“Why are you just standing there?” She asked. Her looks were so inviting. Like a full-bloom flower inviting her bee to suck at her nectar.

“Come, help me put lotion on my back and body,” she urged me.

She handed me the lotion when I sidled near her. She sat at the bed with her back on the head board. She parted her porcelain-white legs.

“I told you to put lotions on my legs and on my body,” she gasped.

“But you are on top of me.”

I put some lotion on my hand. I started from her dainty feet, its fingers and her heels. My hands went up oiling her legs, her knees and her thighs. I tried not to be tempted to touch the tip of her mound. I could feel my sweat dripping down my spine. She had her eyes closed.

And I couldn’t bear it any longer. I dived between her parted legs and sniffed her p***y just outside of her panties.

“It smells sweet daddy,” she whispered. I couldn’t disagree as I smell a hint of a newly ripened rice grains.

I pulled her panties down to her knees. She moaned and shuddered while my tongue hit my target.

She combed my hair with her fingers as I started eating her p***y. I licked her slit through her c**t and sucked the pearl of her p***y.

“Dad… what are you doing?” she whispered. She kept on arching her buttocks and humping my mouth.

“Gregggg… ohhhh,” she moaned as her hands were pinching my earlobes. She put her two legs on my shoulder and locked them tight. I lapped at her slit. I sucked on her c**t as she kept on moving her ass. I knew she was nearing her climax.

“I’m so wet daddy. Come up inside me.” She pleaded.

“f**k me… God, I’m so aroused…”

I could feel my wife’s body shivering with lust. Her voice sounded hoarse as she pleaded me to f**k her.

I hardened my tongue instead and used it to poke at her quivering entrance. She met my hardened tongue thrusting her hips arching her ass. She was moving her p***y faster against my tongue.

And then she locked her legs tighter on my shoulders. I could feel her seismic orgasm as she moaned and gyrated her hips against my mouth. I tasted her c*m dripping from her pulsating p***y.

“God… daddy, it was so good,” this was all she could utter as her body was still trembling in sheer ecstasy.

But I was not finished yet. I quickly disentangled from her locked legs. I pulled her on the center of the bed. I put her legs to each side of my shoulder and inserted my c**k in her p***y. She grunted when she felt the entire length of my d**k had penetrated her. She opened her eyes when I started thrusting my d**k deeper.

She had already her climax. But as I slid in and out inside her, I could feel her getting wetter. She was pinned against the headboard. But she had no complaint as I f****d her.

“f**k me Greg… seed me. I will give you your son,” she whispered as she moved her hips against my thrusts. I upped my tempo as I felt her p***y tightened against my d**k. I felt there was a lump of heat building in my groin.

“I’m nearing my climax mommy,” I whispered as I increased the tempo plowing my c**k into hers.

“Likewise, daddy, I’m nearing my second orgasm…”

I was panting as I f****d her deeper. My strokes were longer and penetrating.

“I’m coming daddy,” she whispered almost inaudibly.

Her body was trembling. I pushed my d**k harder and faster as I felt her body shivered. I could feel her p***y was squirting. I pushed my d**k to her depth as I unloaded my own c*m. She was gasping and heaving as I let go of her legs on my shoulders and fell on her. I reached for her lips as we hugged.

We savored our orgasms as we lay on the bed hugging and kissing.

It was our first night together in Caranglan. She was the same sensual woman that never failed to spark the flame of my raw needs to satisfy my manliness. Mere looking at her voluptuous buttocks and lithe body was enough for my desires to surge like a peaking wave gathering strength as it peaked.

We were both feeling relaxed after that first round as the cool breeze was blowing from the open window.

Once again I found my quivering hands kept groping her mound until my fingers found her slit and her aroused c**t. I could feel her body shuddering again as my fingers tweaked on her c**t. We kissed as she groped for my d**k too. I fingered her p***y as she fondled mine and we kissed hungrily. My chest and her breast were heaving in unison. Our lusts were rising and peaking in crescendo once again.

“I would like to eat you again,” I murmured.

“I likewise want to have your hotdog inside my mouth,” she whispered.

We moved to the center of the bed in reverse. My face on her p***y and hers on my d**k.

I started to eat her p***y while she sucked on my d**k. We ate each other in total sync as we savored the delirious feeling of having our genitals taken into our mouths. I was so horny once again feeling my throbbing c**k slid in and out of her mouth. I could feel her lust peaking as I licked her slit up through her c**t. Her p***y had been responding to my licking with her juices making her entrance wetter and slippery as before.

After some time, she patted my buttocks.

“Lay back, I want to ride your c**k,” she ordered me.

I savored the view of seeing the splendor of her naked body caressing my eyes.

Our gaze locked for a moment as she held my d**k into her moist opening. We both shuddered in delirious delight when she pushed herself down the length of my shaft.

We both moaned as my d**k and her p***y met halfway. She was like an expert rider on top of me. I could feel her throbbing p***y swallowing my stiff c**k. I coaxed her as she pushed harder and harder. Her boobs were bouncing on her chest as she seemed to gallop riding an unseen horse.

“I’m coming again, daddy,” she moaned as she grinded her hips deeper into my shaft.

We were both coming up with another ecstatic climax. She was a rider who saw the bend to the finish line. She was kicking and pushing hard for the finish line.

I held her hips when she laid her p***y firmly against my d**k. I push hard with my thrust upward inside her and unloaded my sweet, sweet c*m.

“I hope we can have our son,” she panted as she let herself fall against my chest.

“I’m fertile and I did not take my pills.”

The palay we planted on the pilot area was already tall. We carefully selected the hybrid seeds against the control field. The semestral vacation ended. My wife and daughter were a bit reluctant to leave Caranglan and the farm.

Jenny had her tan due to her constant exposure to the sun rays as she was almost always with Lissa gathering vegetables and other farm produce. The house we rented was teeming with fruits and vegetables the two had gathered.

Mer had gained weight. She felt that we had our son in her womb on that short vacation. I was hopeful too. The months had quickly come and went by. I’ve had the same routine. I religiously followed my schedule. I was always in Bulacan on Saturdays and Sundays. And while in Caranglan, I strived hard to finish my dissertation and studied the progress of the government programs for the farmer recipients.

When Mer had her full pregnancy, the palay were already ripe for harvesting. I and Mang Usting were on the field testing the grains and readying the fields for harvesting when I saw Lissa running from the direction towards home.

“Ama, Ama!“ we heard Lissa shouting from a distance. She was waiving a broad-sheet. I could see it was an English newspaper that had a broad circulation in the country.

Mang Usting briefly stopped from what he was doing to check on her daughter. She was breathless and panting when she reached where we were. She was smiling.

“What’s the rush and what is that newspaper you are holding? “Her father asked when she was completely near us.

“I am on the list, Ama! “She proudly relayed her good news.

“What do you mean that you are on the list? “Mang Usting repeated his question.

“I am a successful Board passer now Ama. Have a look, ‘Batilaran, Annalissa y Untalan’,” she pointed at her name in the newspaper.

“You know I can’t read it. Aside from the fact that I don’t have my eye glasses, you know I can’t read nor write,” the kindred old man told her daughter with a heavy sigh.

I quickly went to where Lissa was standing and took the newspaper to read it for Mang Usting.

“Congratulations, Mang Usting, you have now a board passer for a daughter! “I gleefully told Mang Usting.

We were surprised when Lissa suddenly hugged and kissed me right on my lips.

“Thank you, Greg, I was lucky to have a piece of your genius!” she whispered to me. She quickly distanced herself from me upon noticing the intense glare from her father.

“Congrats, Lissa, you are now a RSW,” I told her. She was now a Registered Social Worker.

“Hey, why are you so quiet,” I asked Lissa. She just arrived from PRC. She submitted some additional documents to secure from the office of the Professional Regulation Commission her registration number and her PRC identification card.

“73 percent was the passing grade of the Licensure exam,“ she said biting her lower lip.

“And what average you get?“ I asked.

“That one… that passing grade!” she said with evident dissatisfaction and with a sad smirk.

“So, what is there to be ashamed of? What matters was you passed the exam! “I said to console her.

“I would be happier if it was 73.1%.”

“I’m just good at sewing dresses and catching mudfish in the fields,” she sadly declared.

TO BE CONTINUED…