WET FIELDS

PROPOSITION

“Let’s go to the fishpond,” she bid me, pulling me towards the place where all the waters in the adjacent rice paddies settled in. A dike was constructed to catch the water. It was like a small holding dam. They put fingerlings of Tilapia, which was a variety of fresh water fish usually could be found in Asia and Africa. They were usually raised in fishponds.

I could vividly remember this pond five years ago when this farm was owned by Mang Usting. Ador seemed to have put a considerable investment constructing this current fishpond.

There was a tent constructed at its bank from which a visitor or its owner could feed the fish or harvest them. Inside the tent was a table constructed from cut bamboo slats nailed closely together. And on its three sides. there were the built-in seats constructed similar to the table. The seats were so constructed that the sitter could comfortably sit with the seats having back supports.

Aside from the water flowing from the rice paddies, the main supply of water to the fish pond was coming from the steady flow of water from a stream cutting through the farm from the mountain ridge nearby. In extreme dry seasons, the tail end of the fish pond ended with an overflow spillway dropping to a catch basin where a powerful diesel engine powered water pump was installed to irrigate the rice paddies.

This would ensure that Ador could plant his rice crops even when there was drought or extreme dry season. With this irrigation, he was assured of planting three crops annually.

At that time Ador had not started tilling the fields.

“Papa, usually starts plowing the rice paddies after my birthday…” Adel volunteered this information.

“My father has other business in Iligan. My sister Rossana is the one managing them. Hence, she travels there at least four times each month.” She told me later on.

We sat at the built-in bamboo seats facing the fishpond. She was finished throwing feeds at the pond. I saw a water powered aerator floating at the center of the fish pond. The pond was teeming with Tilapia.

This type of Tilapia was called Pla-pla. The fish would have a width of at least eight inches and a length of ten inches before it could be ready for harvesting.

It was a lazy morning. The wind was blowing from the mountains and the scent of the fresh earth permeated our nostrils. I could smell the familiar smell of the rice stalks from the rice threshers. The familiar smell of mud rising from the rice paddies.

The cool breeze and the haunting stillness of the farm was reliving within me some vivid and nostalgic memories.

For sure, life in the farm were routine tasks. You would wake up in the morning to a hot coffee, prepare yourself with the same tasks. To weed the field. To clean the narrow paths lining the edges of the rice paddies. Opening up a gap to make sure that the water flows unhindered to the rice paddy below. To reinforced the soil to contain the water that would ensure you would have a healthy crop. You need to spray some chemicals to destroy unwanted weeds and pests. You need to care for your fields as if they were your babies—and family.

The love you sow would allow you to reap a bountiful harvest.

“Do you know how to use a fishing net Greg?” She asked me.

The net she was talking about was a circular net with leads at the edges as counter-weights. It needs considerable strength to throw it against the flocks of fish to trap them underneath. The leaden weights at the edges trapped the fishes in the net as the thrower pulled the rope holding the net at the center.

“It’s delicious to grill freshly caught tilapia from the pond.” Said she.

She was egging me to try the net and catch tilapia for lunch. The net was in the ceiling of the tent. As she was trying to pull the net free, she lost her balance. I quickly ran to her. The net was heavy. I was able to pull her away just inches from where the net dropped from underneath the roof of the tent.

But I had to use my own body to shield her from falling to the ground and injuring herself.

I had to hold her as we fall to the ground together with the heavy net. I was holding her just below her boobs. We dropped at the carabao grass-covered ground with my back.

She was just like a child in my arms. But her soft and warm body ignited a flame that lit up my desire for her. It was immediate, urgent and uncontrollable desire.

As soon as my back was flat on the grass, she sprang and laid herself on top of me. Apparently, we were both conscious of the heat our collided bodies were bringing to our senses.

“I’m feeling horny Greg…” she whispered as she laid still on top of me. She was gently rubbing her p***y on my bulging d**k. We were clothed, but the heat of our genitals was surreal. It was all consuming.

On her part, I would understand her feelings. This was the natural tendency of a woman who had tasted the pleasure of s*x for the first time. The experience was addictive. She wanted more of it. She wanted to feel again the magic and the ecstasy of reaching the orgasmic pleasure.

And just like what happened to us in the haystacks, my restraint melted. I sprang to pin heras I laid on top of her. I kissed her neck and licked it. She was moaning with pleasure as my kiss went down to her cleavage. She opened the zipper of her dress from the back and she helped me remove her dress. She was not wearing a bra.

Her boobs were normal boobs. Not big but just enough. I suck at each n****e while I mashed and cupped her boobs. She was gasping as I sucked her n*****s one by one.

“Greg… be gentle…phhh.

“Greg… ohhh.

“Uhmmppp…Uhmmppp.

“I’m so horny Greg… ahhh.”

My kisses went down to her tummy, encircling her navel, tonguing her navel and going down still until my mouth reached her panties. She raised her buttocks as I pulled down her panties. She was glistening-wet down there. Her glorious p***y was so tempting and so inviting. She bended her knees as I parted her legs. She was shivering though it was not cold. As I started licking her slit she was writhing. Her body moved in synch with her moans

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“Greg what are you doing--- ohhh…” she pulled at my hair as I licked and suck her c**t.

I pushed my middle-finger inside her p***y as I was sucking her c**t.

“Greggg I’m--- ohhhh!”

She let out a moan, a gasp, a whine. She was gasping for breath as she squirted her c*m.

But this time, I want to c*m on her too. I wanted to take her. I was not in my proper frame of mind. All I was thinking at that moment was taking her completely.

She was looking at me intently as I aimed my c**k on her opening,

“Greg…”

She was nervous.

She was trembling.

She was looking down at her p***y and at my c**k.

I pushed. She elicited a cry.

She bit her lips as if concealing a pain. She kept her eyes closed as I shoved my c**k deeper into her. Her tight p***y made my c**k swell larger and more rigid. I felt it couldn’t be bent.

I pushed and pulled. I slid in and out from her. I f****d her until I felt that urge of wanting to unload the pent-up juices from my groin.

“I’m coming Adel,” I whispered.

She held my buttocks, writhed and grinded her pelvis against mine.

“I’ve c*m and I want another,” she gasped as I poured my juices inside her and she had c*m again.

“Are you still a virgin?” I blurted out in surprise. I saw crimson stains mixing with the milky white juices dripping from her p***y when I pulled out my d**k.

“Of course, you are the first d**k to penetrate me. This is the first time you f**k me with your d**k…” she whispered and kissed me.

I was perplexed. “Her sister was the one I f****d last night?!!!”

“You got me Greg,,, I won’t be separated from you from now on…” she declared.

“You are the best gift I received on my 21st birthday…” she further declared.

“I am not against my daughter Adel having a relationship with you…” said Ador.

“I hope you are a man to talk to…”

“Adel had confessed about what had happened between you and her.” Ador was looking at me directly. I could not read his thoughts. But I could guess what it was.

“I can arrange your marriage even though I am aware you are still married and your family is living abroad…”

“I will arranged it for the people here in Caranglan and for the sake of my family. Let us give your relationship a semblance of legitimacy…”

It was easy for me to understand how Ador was feeling. He was forced to accept the situation for the sake of Adel. And he wanted to make it appear like a normal thing.

So, after her birthday celebration we were wed in a simple wedding ceremony. I wed her knowing fully well that I was legally married to Merhama. I could be litigated for bigamy and Adel could be sued for adultery.

But for Adel, what happened and would be happening was a dream come true. In her mindset, it was the dream and nothing else that mattered.

“Unlike the rice fields that get wet only on rainy days, the rice field between my legs will always be wet for you Greg,” she naughtily declared.

And what she was saying was; I need to plow her with every chance we could get.

It was my solemn duty to plow her ever wet rice field.

“We should keep our relationship secret. No one should know it here in the campus.

“At least not before your graduation.”

We would go to Caranglan only on weekends. She stayed in the campus dormitory while I stayed in my house in the subdivision near the campus.

We stayed on the farm when we were in Caranglan. I bought the right of way to build an access road to the town proper from the farm house. This way, the electric cooperative was able to build their electric posts to enable the farm house to have electricity.

She was in her senior at the university when we finished renovating the farm house. We added a new room, enlarged the kitchen and the sala and added a porch.

When Ador bought a tractor, I built a shed for the tractor and my car. Ador allowed me to till half of his farm. But I helped him manage most of it anyway in my spare time.

“You will sleep here at the farm, Ate?” Adel asked her elder sister.

“Papa is in Iligan, I am alone in our house.” She told us.

All these times, I was keeping an open communication with my family in London. I understand they were enjoying their stay in London. Greggy was already a teen-ager and he was speaking British English like a native, I could sense that while we video-chat. Jenny was a full-grown woman now. And my wife seemed to be getting younger—and her mom too. I was happy for them as I always do. Mer had finished her PhD and was a now a regular professor in the University she graduated.

I promised that I will visit them on Greggy’s graduation in senior high. I was planning to stay with them for two months. That was the full vacation I could get from my work in the university.

Adel was already asleep in our room. She slept like a lard.

Oftentimes, the moment her back was laid flat in our bed, she snored to sleep, but she would wake up at dawn for our daily f**k. It was fortunate, that she didn’t get pregnant as we were making love regularly, punctuated only when she was having her regular menstruation period.

She was always hot in bed. I presume that it was part of her autism. Also, all through the years that we had stayed together, I hadn’t observed about any mood swings she had. None as far as I knew.

Though I notice her being childlike and impatient sometimes. She had the tendency to have things her way.

“Is she asleep already?” Rossanna inquired when she saw me coming out from our room to get a cold water in the fridge.

“Yeah… she always sleeps early,” said I.

“That’s the effect of the medicines she takes,” she told me.

“Since she married you, it becomes easy to make her take her medicines regularly…” she added.

“She has prescription medicine?” I asked, because I was not aware she was taking her medicines regularly.

“She has maintenance medicines…she does not want you to know the status of her health…” she added,

“we believe she really loves you…”

From what I learned from Rossanna, I was seeing Adel in a new light. I was not aware of her struggles to cope with her ailment. Deep inside me, I knew I was loving her as I love Mer and my kids. All these years, we were happy together, as we shared the same passion in the fields. I always love her working with me side by side caring for the rice plants enjoying working in the fields.

Adel was filling the void in my life with my family far from me. She became my very own family.

“Can we talk more about your sister?” I pleaded Rosanna.

“What else I don’t know about her condition?”

She was sitting in the table in our dining room. She was sipping a lager light beer.

“You drink too, we drink together while we talk,” she asked me, as she went to the fridge and took another beer in can and gave this to me.

“It is forbidden for her to get pregnant… that’s why she takes birth-control pills regularly…” she said wryly.

“She can not give you a child.”

“But I can. I can give you a dozen if you wish…”

I thought she was drunk already. We were talking of her sister. She was now talking of herself. I was surprised when she sidled beside me.

“I can’t take off my mind that night you f****d me, Greg…”

We stood facing each other. This time it was not dark. We were both looking down into each other’s crotch.

TO BE CONTINUED…