Dustin's lips enveloped Maggie's hard, pointing nipples then he suckled them gently. Her moans of approval were all he needed to hear to start his hand's upward glide between her legs. She opened them wider and allowed his fingers to find their target. His pressing palm pushed into her puss through her tight, short, cut off jeans. She tossed her head back and her braided pigtails fell behind her.
She felt his tongue make circles over her breasts while his fingers unfastened the buttons on her shorts. She brought her head forward to watch his eager tongues twirling. His playful nips at various spots on her soft plump breast sent her desires soaring.
He sat up straight and gave her denim shorts a tug and they slowly worked their way past her hips then came off in a wisp. His smile grew wider as his eyes feasted on her neatly shaven bush. His head dove towards her waiting puss and began lapping at her slit, anxiously.
"Oh God, I love it when you do that," Maggie said as she shifted her ass from side to side. Her country accent was sharp and her ass scratched a bit from the hay straw stored in the loft of the barn. Dustin licked her wildly and sucked at her clit trying to arouse her fully. It was working.
Maggie spread her legs wide and reached down and pulled Dustin's hair tightly into her puss excitedly. Driving her hips upward into his face more and more.
"You want me?" Maggie asked in a low tone.
Dustin raised his head from between her legs. Looking at her wide eye'd and licking his lips. "I thought you were saving yourself for marriage?" Dustin asked with curiosity.
"Were getting married, right?" Maggie asked. Her top pulled up over her breasts, her fingers were twisting at each of her nipples. Her head tilted downwards as her eyes looked upward at Dustin with a sensual smile.
"Yeah as soon as I finish my courses in the spring. It's you and me and Las Vegas." Dustin said smiling, pulling his shirt up over his head as he watched Maggie play with her breasts.
"Then, I saved myself for you and if you want me you better hurry I'm losing that feeling." Maggie said with a wicked grin. Dustin didn't hesitate his hands unfastened his pants and slung them off in record time. Crawled between Maggie's legs and began kissing her lips, cheek, neck and shoulder repeatedly. She slowly laid back into the hay. Dustin fixed his cock to point at her as he took the first finger and pulled her pussy lips apart then guided his hard cock into her slit. Slowly, he eased into her more.
Her breath became short and her fingers tightened around each of his arms. His pressing cock drove deeper inside of her. Her head shot to her left as she bit into her bottom lip. Closed her eyes tighter than her fingers grasp of Dustin's biceps.
His trusts became stronger and driving into her deeper as she spread her legs by grabbing her legs and pulling them outward. Dustin began panting and humping excitedly, rapidly and wild.
A noise came from the barn. Both Dustin and Maggie froze. They both heard it, not sure what it was they looked at each other frozen stiff, listening. Then they heard a faint sound, Dustin rolled off of Maggie and they both lay silent and still, peering into the depths of the barn's open interior.
The sound of flapping wings got louder as an Owl flew to it's perch just above them in the rafters. Maggie and Dustin lay still and watched the solid white Owl that had flown not 6 feet from where they lay. It's large peering eyes pierced the two love birds as if waiting for movement. Moving its head back and forth to get a better look, the Owl spread its wings then folded them under itself even tighter. It's large, golden eyes blinked a couple times then peered at Dustin then at Maggie. The Owl's long, sharp and intimidating talons dug into the wooden beam that stretched across the barns loft.
"Maggie... dinners ready, MAGGIE!" Came the call from the house. Maggie looked at Dustin and the Owl took flight. Dustin and Maggie watched it fly out of the barn. It's wide wing span barely flapped, it glided downward and out of the barns livestock entry.
"Dang, did you see that?" Maggie asked excitedly.
"Sure did, that was way cool," Dustin said while looking Maggie up and down. Maggie smiled and began getting dressed quickly.
"I gotta go, I'll call you tonight," Maggie said as she went to dart off then turned around and went back and kissed Dustin then descended down the ladder and ran to the house. Dustin lay hid with a smile on his face.
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Supper was laid out on the dining room table, Southern Fried Chicken pieces piled on a large white platter, mashed potatoes, Gravy, fresh from the garden green beans and biscuits covered with a kitchen towel for warmth. Maggie hastily rushed towards the wash room passing the dining room.
"Hey Grand pa," Maggie yelled as she shot down the hall.
"Oniwa, Mag pie," The elderly Indian man replied as he found his seat and pulled the chair out. The family began sitting down, Mr. Parker sat at the head and Mrs. Parker sat opposite of him. Maggie's two sisters, Vicky and Stacy sat across from each other. Vicky sat next to Grand pa. Maggie ran in and sat next to Stacy.
"Lets eat," Mr. Parker exclaimed and the hands and arms started crossing the table. Passing bowls and plates, scooping and passing. Smiles and 'thank you' were passed around as well.
"So, who lost they're virginity today?" Grand pa spat while scooping up potatoes as he looked around the table. Mr. Parker was sitting with his mouth wide open, frozen. He had started to take his first bite when he heard those words and hadn't moved since. Vicky never batted an eye, as if she didn't hear him, she was 23 and well known for sharing her virtues. Maggie was 21 and a student at the junior college, Stacey was 19 and sitting in her seat snickering as if she had just been caught.
"What ever made you say such a thing, Dad," Mrs. Parker blurted in total shock.
"I saw the Snow Owl while I was walking over this afternoon," Grandpa spat. Then took a bite as if he hadn't said anything wrong. Everyone else was glancing back and forth in shock but tolerated the old man's bluntness.
