Legault didn’t cease his movements immediately, but as his hand rested there on her belly he felt the first signs of what they’d sewn months ago. Her
smooth, fair skin was swollen and just a bit hard there. The beginning of a child within her.
He went still and quiet for a moment, then a grin crept across his lips. “Oh damn, Amy,” he said, though it wasn’t in an upset manner. “I ain’t never been so happy before in all my life,” and she felt him press to her exposed rear, his bulging manhood rubbing through his breeches against the swell of her backside.
She laughed, more out of relief than anything, and she pressed into him so hungrily. “I just... I didn’t know how ta tell you. If I should wait for Pa’s blessing before I did, but the Up Above are smilin’ upon us. Just like we thought. There’s so few men ‘round anymore, and kids... they’re harder an’ harder to come by. It was all meant ta be.”
Not even the seriousness of their situation could dampen their enthusiasm, and he undid his pants even as they spoke. With a lick to her earlobe he muttered, “We’ll see things through. We’ll convince ‘im somehow, Amy,” he said, and she felt his stiffness prod against her, slip into her damp, pregnant folds.
She had to go up on tiptoes, and he still needed to bend down, but that feeling of him taking her was exquisite and her nethers clung to him. “Careful,” she said softly as she let herself drop down on that thick, throbbing mass. Her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered lightly, “You feel so damned good.”
With a groan he began to pump into her tight cunny, though he took extra care knowing her condition, even so early in. With a tug of her earlobe he groaned into her ear with a gravely husk. “Ya feel better’n any woman ought to be allowed, Amy. And I love ya so damn much,” he professed to her, the slap of his groin to her ass cheeks beginning to resonate in the barn.
She whimpered as she held his hand over her firm stomach. “I love you,” she returned, her cunny so slick against his thickness. “I wanna spend the rest of my days with you.” Her skin flushed, her red hair held in two braids to either side of her body as she rocked against him with such enthusiasm.
Legault couldn’t help himself, he had to take hold of one of her red pigtails and tug it as they rutted. He pulled her head back and to the side, exposed her neck to his ravenous mouth further as he bit and sucked. All the while she felt his thick, veiny girth swell within her, grown so thick with his desire for her.
They’d known each other for such a relatively short period of time, but she was so determined this was meant to be. That he was her one and only.
Their love was hard and fast, edged with tenderness and passion, just like their sex. It was so exquisitely them and she moaned as she felt those hot lips press against her, those teeth nipping her tender flesh, and her clit throbbed.
His breath got shorter as she heard him pound into her a little more erratically, and she knew his time was nigh.
With the slap of their moist sexes so loud, he let loose a noisome groan as he quaked. An impressive shudder passed through him as he let loose his load of seed into her already fertilized cunny, though it did not dampen his enthusiasm in the least. Eyes rolled back into his head as he gripped her in his arms, lifted her off the floor a few inches and clung to her tight with his release.
She grasped him so tightly and felt that love subsume all, her mind hazy as he found his pleasure in her. She adored the man more than anything and she gasped with such appreciation and fondness.
They should have been more worried about things. For even if her father accepted them that day, how would they explain the fact she was already swelling with child now? Instead the two carefree lovers clung to one another with some damp perspiration from their rutting between them as he slowly lowered her back to the ground. “This is just the first of many youngin’s,” he said to her in a post-coital voice, so deep. His hand stroked over her belly. “There’ll be many more ta follow.”
She laughed as her sandaled feet found the ground, then swirled to look at him with laughter in her gaze, but it fell as she saw passed him to the open barn door, “Pa!”
They were caught in such a lewd state. For as she spun to face Legault his hard manhood slipped messily from her and there couldn’t conceivably have been a way to explain their situation beyond the truth.
Her lover was caught by surprise for only a fraction of a moment, for he tucked himself into his pants and immediately stated. “I ain’t mean no disrespect sir, I’m sorry ya had ta see this but--”
The older man went directly for him, his one hand balled into a fist as he charged Legault. Her lover able to block the blow but the grapple was on.
“Pa!” Amy shouted, grabbing for her father’s bicep and trying to tug it away. It wouldn’t truly be much of a fight, the other man so much older and feebler, but Legault didn’t want to hurt him. Amy tugged, her body quivering with fear, “Pa, it was my fault! I love him! Please!”
Amy couldn’t hold back the tide of her irate father though, for he might’ve had only one arm and was in his fifties, he was strong and hard working. He shook off her grasp and continued attacking Legault.
“You bastard!” he cried, “You defiled my daughter!” Though Legault deflected the blows with his own arms, the strikes were hard and he was forced to fall back to the rear doors of the barn.
“I love her! I’ll marry her right here an’ now if you’ll let me!” cried her lover. Her father charged him and knocked him out the back door where he rolled away from the older man towards the tree line a few meters off.
“Pa!” she chased after them, trying to tug at her father’s shirt and losing her grasp instantly, “Pa, stop! I’m pregnant!”
That froze the man in his tracks. He looked to her, his face turned blood red.
Legault took that opportunity to roll away in his work shirt and pants, pulled back towards the rocky slope that dipped into the forest. He stood with his hands out, watching the man to see how he responded.
With a crazed cry her father charged at Legault, screaming near incoherently though she could make out amongst his cry the word “Sin!”
As the older man came at him, Legault tried to grapple him. The thud of impact between the two muscled men was tremendous and despite his best attempts to brace against the blow, Legault went tumbling back over the rocky slope and out of view with her father entangled.
Amy ran after them, stumbling as the tears burned her eyes, “Please!” she begged. Her heart pounded and she thought she might be sick, watching the only two people left in her life fight so. It tightened her stomach and made her body ache with each step as it tore her apart, “Pa, the Up Above wanted this! They wanted you to be a granddaddy!”
The sight that greeted her below spoke to the contrary.