WET FIELDS

STEERING WHEEL

We don’t have a hold on life. We are born even if we don’t want it. We are but a part of the process when life sprouts in this world. We don’t have the right to question why we are born, much more to blame Him who give us life.

All we can do is to steer our lives to the direction we want it to go. But even in steering our lives, our nature prevails against our choices; complicating the direction of where our lives are heading to.

And sometimes, in our quest to steer our lives to where we want it to be, it has to be with a cost that we have to endure all through our lifetimes.

I was able to convince Adel to attend Lissa’s birthday bash for her twins and her despedida for their upcoming travel back to Australia.

But before that, I’ve got an email from Liz. It was almost five years that had passed since she left the Philippines after her studies here.

“Just to tell you Greg that your seed is now grown up. He’s so much like you in character and intelligence. But his features are mine. I am attaching his photograph…and wishing we could see each other in person one of these days. Mahal kita Greg…” this was the email from Liz.

It heartened me to hear from her. It was like a farmer hearing the good news that the seed he planted had not been in vain. I was almost teary-eyed when I saw the photograph of my son from the attachment Liz had sent with her email.

I downloaded a copy of the photograph of Christopher Ray and put it as my screen-saver along with my young son Gregory Alfred.

Adel enjoyed co-hosting the kids’ program for Lissa’s twins. I felt she enjoyed being with the kids around her as they played some parlor games.

Lissa rented a fast-food restaurant for the occasion. It was exclusively for the kids and their mothers from her close acquaintances and friends here in Caranglan.

I was inwardly delighted to see my young wife mingling with the kids and the local crew of the restaurant assisting with the twin’s birthday bash. I was happy too that Adel and Lissa could get along well. I found it just proper that my relationship with Lissa should end with us being friends.

While Adel was busy co-hosting the parlor games, Lissa and I had some quick conversations about her status being an immigrant in Australia. She gave me her address and telephone number in Victoria, where she was living with her husband.

“If you can have a chance to be in Melbourne, call me…” said she.

“I work as a social worker there with the local immigration office. I am a board passer, remember?” she reminded me. She seemed to be proud of that achievement.

“I handle cases of undocumented immigrants, especially the children,” she added.

“The social worker who barely passed the board exam at least has gone this far,” said she. Always with that tinge of self-pity about her ability. I bet she had gone far, literary and figuratively. She was no longer the cry-baby I used to know.

Her personality had vastly improved too. She was wearing a formal pant-suit. Her blouse had long hem which was a floral-printed blouse with the zipper at the back.

The decade of living in Australia had given her a new aura. Her brown complexion was now fair. And she looked younger than her age. She was now in her late 30’s. I realized there was a profound effect on our basic physical features of the food we ate and the climate where we live.

“I thought you are not fond of women with brown complexion…Ate Mer has a porcelain-white complexion,” she teased me throwing her gaze where Adel was busy with the kids.

“I don’t go for colors. Black is beautiful too,” I smirked at her insinuations.

“Anyway, what happened to your first family?” she asked to change our topic.

“Can I have my private story only for myself?” I asked in reply.

“Uhmmm, you are still the same Greg that I knew. Secretive and evasive.”

“Or maybe because I really meant nothing to you, a mere fling. Just a good fuck.” She seemed to lament and just to remind me of our past.

That was her conclusion. I need not elaborate on that. Saying something about our past would only rub salt to her wounds.

Talking about our past would connect it with the present.

“I miss you Greg. Missed your f**k…” she whispered.

She looked around as she put her hand on my thighs. Then quickly caress the top of my zip.

A thought came to me at that instance,

“What if there is no lust in man’s nature? Will it lessen the conflicts? Or, is libido a major component of man’s nature that shapes the human world?”

I guess, what she was telling about missing my f**k was only an obsession on her part. It was just like obsessing for something she almost got, and she couldn’t. So, she would always be wanting the chance that she could have it.

“It’s only lust Lissa…” I whispered back.

I wanted to stop whatever she had in mind.

“You mean, you no longer lust for me?” she had her eyes wide open.

“I see, I am no longer the girl whom you f**k each time we’ve had a chance.”

“It’s still on Wednesday that we are scheduled to depart to Australia…” she said as if hinting on something.

“I realized Greg, it’s fun to have a kid in the house,” Adel sounded serious when we got home after the kids’ party.

We were already lying on our bed. I was wondering why she was not still yawning.

“What is marriage without having a child to continue the union of our genes…” She asked, but her question was directed at herself than to me.

I looked at her. I remembered what her sister had told me. She had an adverse heart condition. It would be a great risk for her to get pregnant.

“We can adopt. Besides, I have two children…they are now your children too…” said I.

“No… I want mine, a child coming from me. A child I will carry in my womb…” said she looking at me. I could feel she was determined.

And the thought of it worries me.

We were living together for five years now, and more or less I knew how Adel sort out her ideas. I was nervous for her. It was easy for a normal woman to conceive and give birth.

But for her, it was risk-taking.

“Sometimes, having a child is providential…” I said, “let us cross the bridge when we get there…”

“We will get there…” she insisted while playfully nibbling at my earlobes.

It tickled me. My earlobes were one of my erogenous zones.

“Hmmm… your d**k is reacting,” she whispered.

“Of course you are its master,” said I.

“It has another master, your Merhama,” she corrected me.

“That was before…” I whispered.

“But she still has a big part in you because you have her children.” She reasoned out.

“I will erase that part…” she declared.

I then felt her lips roaming my neck, licking its skin gently, just tickling me. And it was waking my libido.

Her kiss landed on my chest. She did what I always do to her boobs. She gently licked and suck my n*****s one by one. It was erotic. I felt a surge of current electrifying the center of my groin. My d**k was firm and rigid now.

I knew then how exactly what she was feeling when I suck her t**s. It was giving me a hard on, as it was making her p***y to water and her c**t to swell.

I was horny-crazy as she continued her kiss going down to my abs and my navel. And finally, to my stiff and rigid d**k.

She quickly pulled down my pajama pants. She grabbed my d**k. She sniffed for a while the head of my throbbing c**k. She kissed it first with hot and moist little kisses. It went down slowly on my shaft going down still to my balls.

I moaned hard and long when she slid in her mouth one by one the balls of my scrotum. She suck at each one as she gently put it inside her mouth. I hump a bit in the air, my lust was raging and uncontrollable.

Once she was through sucking and licking my balls, she focussed her attention to the head of my shaft. She hardened her tongue and tried to insert it in tne small gaping hole of the head of my shaft while soft-squeezing the shaft. She was doing exactly what I did to her slit. Men do not have the c**t. But the most sensitive and erogenous part of our genital is the shaft’s head.

And she discovered that pleasuring this part of my manhood was eliciting a long and lust-filled groan.

I grabbed her head. I felt like drowning. The need of having something to hold on made me claw at her hair and pushed my hips upward f*****g her mouth. She was holding the shaft of my d**k half-way--- perhaps it was her way of making sure that only half of my long shaft would slide inside her mouth.

“Are you ready, Pa?” she asked looking at me between her breath. She had my d**k in her mouth as she spoke.

Without waiting for my answer, she quickly straightened up and removed her night dress. She was not wearing a bra. Only her panties that were soaked-wet with her juices.

As in our previous rituals, she removed her panties and shoved it at my nose.

“It smells like your favorite rice-pinipig,” she giggled while biting her lower lips.

She did not lay back on our bed for me to f**k her in a missionary position. Instead, she positioned herself on top facing me. She gingerly hold my d**k with her trembling hand as she aimed my c**k on her opening.

She closed her eyes when her p***y swallowed my d**k whole.

I felt the heat of her p***y searing into my shaft. She gasped as I moaned as the end of my shaft met the opening of her glorious hole. She pushed and pull. She bounced and gyrated into my shaft. Riding on top of me, she f****d me. She was now a woman adept of pleasuring her man.

And at that moment, she was onto something.

She quickened her pace. Nearing the finish line, she was a rider chased by her competitors. She kicked furiously. She hit the tape.

“I’m near Pa,” she whispered.

“Likewise, Ma,” I whispered back.

I felt the muscles of her v****a was contracting, squeezing my d**k.

I, too felt my scrotum was contracting.

“I’m coming Gregg…” she announced in delirious hysteria.

I pushed my pelvis upward to pierce her p***y deeper as she squirted her c*m and I shot my own on hers.

She laid back with our legs entwined. My d**k was still inside her p***y. I was still rigid and stiff. I maneuvered myself to be on top of her. We kissed as I pushed my d**k deeper into her.

I suddenly felt her legs locking in my buttocks.

“f**k me again, Pa,” she moaned.

“Fill me again. The seeds you pumped in my womb was not enough.”

“Are you busy right now Greg?” I heard Lissa asking me on the phone. It was one day before they would depart for Australia.

“May I talk with your wife? It’s a bit urgent…” she said at the other line.

I gave the telephone to Adel.

“She was asking if you could fix their solar powered pump. She said you were the one who installed it. She wants it fixed before they leave. Her father will be alone at home…” Adel told me about Lissa’s call.

“Don’t you explain to her that I will accompany you to the clinic?” I asked Adel.

“It’s fine that Ate Ossang will be the one to go with me to the clinic…” she replied.

“Just leave me in our house at the town and fetch me there when you finish your work at Lissa’s house.” She added.

From our house at the farm, I brought Adel to their house in the town. Rossanna would bring her sister to the clinic while I would be working at Lissa’s.

I found Lissa waiting at the gate when I parked my car outside her house.

She had their old house rebuilt. It was now a two-story house with a terrace facing the road.

She was alone in their big house when she invited me in and ushered me at the sala.

“Ama brings the twins to Cabanatuan to show-off his grand-sons to our relatives there, before we leave tomorrow,” she explained when she sensed my eyes were looking for her companions.

“What solar pump you are talking about?” I asked her noting that there was already a water meter installed and there was electricity in the house.

“My pump is the defective one…you need to pump me before I fly back to Australia,”

She replied grabbing my arms pulling me to the stairway going upstairs…

TO BE CONTINUED…