The Wild Dominion Boy
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Chapter 3
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Uprooted from rural Dorset as a child, Jack Barnesfield is given a second chance when he is taken in by a farming family in Ontario. As he grows to manhood, war, love and old grievances shape his life. From the trenches of the Great War to the quiet fields of Canada, Jack journeys in search of justice, only to learn that the things of the past are sometimes best left in the past.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Farming Historical Military War Cheating Cuckold Pregnancy Voyeurism
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So the seasons passed in the same way and so did the years. Jack grew. He got stronger, he got taller, his chess improved and so did his German.
The biggest change on the farm was the tractor. One year, Murray heard about them. The next year he saw one and three years after that he purchased a Hart-Parr. This meant that the land became so much more productive.
In the wider world, Canada’s Queen died. All of the citizens of Waterloo celebrated the new King’s Coronation regardless of where they were from or what language they mainly spoke. Nine years later, they would do the same thing again.
Jack’s affection for Hilda multiplied with the passing of time. Her feminine ways beguiled him. Her ability to beat a rug to within an inch of its life amazed him. He never forgot Miss Woodhall but he kept her in a special place at the back of his mind. From time to time she walked forward and Jack wondered what he had lost. This nurtured a deep resentment for those who had parted him and his first love.
Now, on each visit to Waterloo, men would slap him on the back and tell him how he’d grown. Women smiled at the handsome young man he’d become. He blushed at their attention.
Adolescence is difficult when you live miles from the nearest town. Changes to your body are so much more internalised when you have no-one to compare yourself with.
The rug beneath Jack’s bed insulated the room from those below to a certain extent. Around it, the floorboards of the attic room had dried out and some had shrunk a little which allowed light from beneath to show through.
He knew that it was probably not right but, sometimes during the summer, Jack would turn out his oil lamp and lie with his eye to a crack in the hope of seeing Hilda preparing for bed. Mostly this proved fruitless. Occasionally, he caught the merest glimpse of bare skin as she undressed, washed, put on her nightdress and got into bed. Once he had a clear view of a pink nipple and another time a triangle of blonde pubic hair. This provided the young man with a sufficient focus for the release of his frustration. Most times this involved Hilda but nearly as often it enabled him to get a mental image of Mrs Hurley (he always thought of her as Hurley’s wife in this situation).
Tired after a hard day’s work, Jack lay in bed one warm July night. He was aware of the light from between the boards. It stayed on longer than usual. He overcame his exhaustion and crawled out of bed and rolled to the edge of the rug and towards one of the more prominent gaps.
Pressing his eye to the crack, he could see the whole of their huge double bed. The oil lamp was still burning bright so he had a perfect view of Hilda, naked, completely naked. She had one hand behind her head with her eyes closed. Murray, still in his cotton long underwear, was suckling on her left nipple.
From the look on her face, Hilda had been transported to another world. Murray must have kept up his sucking for at least ten minutes more before he reached over and started playing with the free nipple using his left hand. At first stroking and then pulling or twisting it gently all the while remaining clamped to the other one.
Suddenly, Hilda’s face stopped having a look of pleasure and assumed a visage of distress. She began to arch her back and buck her hips violently. It was muffled but Jack was sure that he heard her making a low moaning sound like a wounded animal before she pushed Murray away. Jack was puzzled; he felt sure that women would need to have their lower parts stimulated to make them do that. He knew that he did.
Hilda lay there panting for quite a while. Then she rolled towards her husband and began to rummage in his front fly. She then leaned forward completely obscuring Jack’s view with the back of her head. She bobbed her head several times before Murray made a noise and pushed her away. The younger man now felt reassured that his own reactions weren’t abnormal.
For his eighteenth birthday Jack was presented with a hunting rifle of his own. Previously, he had used Murray’s spare one. He was delighted.
Later that evening, under the pretence of checking the livestock, Murray made himself scarce.
Seated at the big table, where most of the important family matters were discussed, Hilda made a serious face and said, “Now Jack, I must tell you that Murray and I have decided to have a baby before it is too late.”
“That’s wonderful news,” said Jack excitedly, “I’ve always wanted a brother or sister.”
“Good. And that’s just how you must think of it.
“For the next week Murray will sleep in your room and you will take his place.”
Jack was stunned. “But I don’t quite understand. Why can’t Murray stay downstairs?”
“His dick don’t get hard. Well not hard enough to vögeln. Um ... fuck. It never did. Murray so wants another child to carry on the farm with you when the time comes.
“It is a good idea of his. You get to be a man at last and we get a baby, which is good for all of us,” said Hilda, matter of factly.
Confused, Jack’s first thought was to argue but something deep inside of him didn’t want her to change her mind.