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Bonnie didn't exactly know what to think of this... thing she had going on with Abigail.
Ever since she saved him, Bonnie kept in touch with Mr. Marston as she had promised, selling livestock and grain. The quite bustling business life has given her several opportunities to travel and see the ranch at Beecher's Hope. She honestly expected it to be a run down old thing that was barely holding up, not believing an ex outlaw was capable of being a proper rancher, but she was positively surprised. The ranch wasn't big, definitely smaller than the MacFarlane ranch, with just one house, one barn and a couple of animals but it was sufficient. She had learned that Mr. Marston did not hire any ranch hands – relied only on himself and his teenage son, something she couldn't imagine doing with her own ranch. But it didn't look unkempt or neglected, meaning that the two of them were enough.
And visiting the ranch meant meeting Mr. Marston's wife. The woman he would move heaven and earth and walk into hell for. And God, did she understand why.
Her first thought was that Abigail was gorgeous. Her pale skin was adorned with beauty marks, looking like little stars connecting into constellations on the woman's face. Her long dark hair, usually put up to not get in her way, looked so soft and always clean. Even when they were stubbornly escaping the ribbons in her hair, it looked purposeful instead of messy. The deep blue eyes boring into her ones felt as if she could drown in them just like in an ocean. And the smiles she would give her, so delicate, full of gratitude for all the help, were so bright, Bonnie couldn't look away from them.
And when Abigail became more friendly with each time they saw one another, more touchy, more affectionate, Bonnie felt she was already gone for the woman.
It wasn't long when they first kissed. Abigail's lips pressed against Bonnie's felt so warm and soft, and Bonnie could taste the smile on them and couldn't help but reciprocate it with her own, until they were breathless and had to pull away.
But pulling away, looking back into the ocean blue has brought her back to the earth. She remembered that they were on Mr. Marston’s ranch, hidden behind the barn built by Mr. Marston, right next to his home that he shared with his wife. The wife she just kissed.
Bonnie started panicking, apologizing to Abigail, telling her she didn't mean to do that, that she had no intention of destroying her marriage. But Abigail just smiled and told her:
"It's okay. John knows."
This truly took Bonnie aback. She had quite a few flings with married women, something she wasn't exactly proud of. What they were always saying was that it doesn't mean anything, because they are both women or that they didn't love their husbands anyway. Not that their husbands knew.
She didn't exactly know how to interpret that, so she excused herself back home. Spent the next few days thinking how stupid she was – for kissing Abigail or for running away, she couldn't quite tell.
But it didn't stop at this one time. She should probably curse herself for that, but when she felt the touch of Abigail on her skin she couldn't bring herself to feel anything other than relief. And when they kissed again, all doubts vanished from her mind.
And so it was far from the first time she ended up in the bedroom of Beecher's Hope with Abigail.
Bonnie was laying down on the bed, pinned down under the weight of the other woman straddling her hips and devouring her lips as if it was her lifeline. They have long since taken their clothes off, left in a pile on the floor, searching for skin on skin contact. Bonnie could feel Abigail's hands wandering all over her body, mapping out the curves, feeling the muscles formed through years of physical labour. Every now and then Bonnie would bite down on the plush lips and Abigail would reward her with a beautiful sound that shot electricity through her whole body.
Abigail's hands moved from Bonnie's hips, brushing over her ribs and tickling her in the process, to grab at her breasts. Bonnie moaned at the sensation and she felt Abigail smile. The woman broke the kiss and straightened, looking down on Bonnie. The faint light of the sunset creeping into the room and falling on the side of Abigail's face made her look so beautiful. Bonnie moved her hands to brush Abigail's cheek, before moving them to untie her hair. They fell down on her shoulders and she shook her head to coax them. The hands cupping Bonnie's breasts moved and now she was circling her peaks with her thumbs. Bonnie felt her back arch where she was laying, an involuntary sound escaping her throat. She felt herself becoming more wet with each little touch and felt she couldn't take it much more.
"Abigail... please," she moaned between shallow breaths.
Abigail chuckled and leaned down to give her a peck "Eager today, aren't you?"
Bonnie felt her face growing warmer and looked away to the sunset. Abigail used the new angle to give her a few more kisses along the jaw and on her neck, biting down and sucking, no doubt leaving marks she would have to hide as to not give her ranch hands reasons for idle gossip.
With one last nip on the skin, Abigail leaned back and rearranged the way she was sitting, shuffling back a bit. Her hand grabbed one of Bonnie's thighs and gave it a squeeze before she lifted it to put one of her legs underneath.
Bonnie sometimes wondered how does sex between women works. It wasn't hard to figure out how it worked for inverted men, but during late nights, laying in one or another woman's embrace, never doing anything more than simply tasting each other on their lips, she wondered whether sex is even possible without a man.
That was until Abigail had shown her. And how glad she was for that, because it felt heavenly.
Abigail pressed their heats together and Bonnie could tell she was just as wet. They both released a sharp exhale at the contact, catching a breath before Abigail grabbed one of Bonnie's thighs, the other hand laying on her hip and started moving.
Wet noises of their cunts sliding together filled the room. Bonnie felt her hands tightening on the bedsheets, already messy with their slick dripping down and pooling between them. Each snap of Abigail's hips sent waves of pleasure through Bonnie's body. She felt their clits being rubbed together, earning screams from both of them each time. The slick has now spread all over their cunts, making the movements so much smoother.
Abigail groped Bonnie's thigh, moving her hands slowly from her hips to her knees and back. The movements of her hips gradually sped up as her breathing quickened, leaving her mouth parted, panting heavily.
Bonnie felt overwhelmed with the pleasure. She felt her face contorting, jaw clenching as she shut her eyes, trying to tune out all her senses so she could focus only on the touch. She felt Abigail stopping the movements, shifting the position their legs laid tangled together before continuing with a renewed vigour.
Her head was filled with the lewd noises and the ringing in her ears. She felt as if she was underwater, Abigail's sounds becoming muffled as she felt her own climax approaching and she thinks she heard a loud bang but couldn't even tell if it was somewhere outside or if it was just her own beating heart.
"I fixed the leak in the–" a booming voice, one that Bonnie knew all too much and one that definitely wasn't Abigail's brought her back to the earth. Her eyes snapped open and she felt panic start to rise in her chest. In the doorway stood no one other than Mr. Marston himself, eyes wide as saucers staring at the two of them, still connected by the hips but no longer sliding together. Abigail also turned around to look at him so Bonnie couldn't see her face but she imagined it was the same terror she felt.
She knew she needed to do something. Give an explanation what they are doing or run away through the window, anything that wouldn't be just laying there in pure terror. But she found herself paralysed with fear, unable to put coherent thought together, unable to move a single muscle or form a single word. So she laid there, unmoving, waiting for the inevitable furious yells or maybe even a fight breaking out.
But nothing of the sort happened. Mr. Marston stood there, frozen in place, just like Bonnie, eyes fixed on the two women laying in bed and opening and closing his mouth as if he was trying and failing to say anything. Truly, she would find the sight hilarious had they been in a different situation.
It was Abigail who first overcame the shock, and moved her head to face Bonnie again. Bonnie's eyes flickered to her face but instead of seeing the fear she expected, Abigail looked... bashful.
"Sorry darling, seems I have forgotten to close the door," Abigail chuckled, blush spreading on her cheeks. Her smile brightened her face again as if to put Bonnie at ease with her own panic. Bonnie kept her wide eyes bored into Mr. Marston, still waiting for something that never came.
Abigail's eyebrow furrowed and she moved her head in the line of Bonnie's eyes, snapping her back to the earth. "Darling, are you alright?"
Bonnie hesitated for a second but nodded. That seemed to relieve Abigail as she resumed stroking her thighs in a comforting manner.
Bonnie's eyes stayed fixed on Mr. Marston, standing in the doorway looking as dumbfounded as she felt. She took notice of his flushed face, eyes fixed at their bodies. They were flicking from where Abigail was turned with her back towards him, wandering lower and lower where they were connected, trailed up Bonnie's legs, her abdomen, her chest and finally landing on her face. Their eyes met and Bonnie could see his expression shifting into something nervous before he swallowed, his throat bobbing. She kept the eye contact lingering for a while, waiting to see if his face would morph into something angered.
Abigail turned back to Mr. Marston again, and when her head snapped back to Bonnie, hair flying with the sudden movement, she had a devilish grin plastered on her face. "Would you like John to stay and watch?"
Bonnie felt her breath hitching, brows furrowing in confusion. The thought of him standing over Abigail and her as they continued fucking, putting a show for him making him all flustered and turned on caused her insides to twist.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose–" Mr. Marston started, raising his hands in defense, finally unfreezing and taking a step back.
Abigail must have picked up on the blush spreading on Bonnie's cheeks or maybe she felt the throbbing in her cunt because she just rolled her eyes "Nonsense, come on. We both want you here, don't we?"
Mr. Marston stopped in his tracks and once again stood still, locking his eyes on Bonnie, waiting for something. Bonnie gave him a small nod and he hesitated for a second again before taking a few steps inside the room and locking the door behind him.
He hovered awkwardly at the foot of the bed before Abigail pointed with her head to the chair in the corner of the room. He walked over, pulled it out and sat down taking off his hat and placing it in his lap.
Abigail didn't waste time and dived down to capture Bonnie's lips with hers again. Bonnie shifted her gaze to Mr. Marston again, and when she saw him watching them intently, she closed her eyes and let Abigail lick inside her mouth. She met her tongue with her own and let out a sigh. Abigail grabbed her thigh again, holding it before she started to move up and down again. Bonnie screamed with pleasure, disconnecting their mouth and arching her head back. When she felt teeth scraping her exposed neck she shut her eyes tightly.
The movements of Abigail's hips were gradually becoming faster, wet noises filling Bonnie's ears. Abigail put her head on her chest, panting heavily, tiring out by the movement.
The sound of her breathing was interrupted by a sharp inhale at their side and Bonnie's eyes snapped to Mr. Marston again. He was flushed, beginning to sweat under the layers of clothing. His hand was gripping the hat on his lap, the leather of his gloves creaking. He was shuffling in his seat, unable to sit still, spurs clicking every time they hit the legs of the chair. Disheveled hair was falling on his face, covering the dilated pupils of the eyes observing the movements with hypnotised stare.
"You keep staring at John," Abigail's voice made her head snap back to the woman. Mr. Marston too has turned his gaze to Bonnie now, as if not even realising he was being observed. "Do you want him to join?"
"N‐no!" Bonnie panicked "I am not doing that to lay with your husband! That's not the type of woman I am!"
Abigail smirked and raised her brows "But you are the type of woman to lay with a man's wife?"
Bonnie's posture faltered, not knowing what to say. Her eyes flicked back to where Mr. Marston sat, now looking expectantly between the two of them.
Abigail leaned down and bit Bonnie's ear "Are you sure?" she whispered, "trust me, he's so good with his mouth."
An involuntary sound escaped Bonnie's lungs. The thoughts of Mr. Marston grabbing her at her thighs, hips, just the way Abigail is right now, his stubble scraping against her skin, was making her head spin.
"Okay," she finally found her voice. Abigail grinned and disconnected their hips. Bonnie whined at the loss of heat, her cunt being met with the cold air between them instead. She noticed that Mr. Marston had moved now, standing up, throwing his hat somewhere behind him, but not initiating contact. With the hat gone Bonnie finally saw his crotch, already so hard it must be painful.
"How do you want it, darling? The way you're laying? Or do you want to sit on his face?" Abigail's sweet voice asked and frankly, Bonnie didn't exactly understand the question.
Abigail read the confusion from her face "My, my, you've never done this, have you?" She asked and Bonnie shook her head lightly "I should have offered it to you earlier. Alright, get up.”
Abigail grabbed Bonnie's shoulders and lifted her up, forced her to stay upright. She moved her so she was facing Mr. Marston, her face almost perfectly lined up with his cock. For a second she thought that this is what Abigail was referring to, her sucking him off, before Abigail's voice reverberated in the room once again.
"Kneel," it was stern, the tone tougher and louder than the one she was using with Bonnie. Mr. Marston didn't hesitate once before he dived down, dropping to his knees. Bonnie could hardly believe that this is the same man who went after Bill Williamson. He was completely obedient to Abigail's wishes.
Abigail situated herself behind Bonnie, sitting on her heels, knees on both sides of Bonnie's hips. She pressed her body against her back and Bonnie could feel her breasts squishing under the pressure of two bodies. Abigail's hand wandered along Bonnie's abdomen, creeping down lower and resting at where Bonnie had her legs pressed shut. Mr. Marston was watching the movements from below with half lidded eyes and licked his lips. Abigail groped her thighs once again before digging her hand between them. She pushed them apart gently, not forcing them, and Bonnie helped her by spreading her legs open. The smell of her excitement filled the air once again.
Mr. Marston was looking at her cunt now with slightly parted lips. Abigail continued stroking Bonnie's thighs and Bonnie started to feel nervous under the scrutinising eyes of the man kneeling in front of her. She squirmed and her thighs started twitching, involuntarily trying to close again and that snapped him from his thoughts. He placed his hands on her knees holding them open, and looked up to meet her eyes as if he was scared she was backing out. Bonnie swallowed and spread her legs once again, giving him access. His posture relaxed and he dived, pressing his lips on the inside of her thigh.
His stubble and the sharp edges of the scar adorning his face scraped against her delicate skin and his long hair was tickling her. He trailed his lips up, every now and then nipping at the flesh, eliciting soft gasps each time. When he reached the juncture where her leg was meeting her groin, his nose almost touching her cunt, he drew back and went to kiss her other leg. His teeth bit down particularly hard and she yelped, trying to curl in on herself instinctively before a hand grabbed her by her stomach from behind and brought her back to lean against Abigail's body. The hand on her stomach started to move in circles in a soothing motion before it crept up, groping at her breast. She moaned at the sensation and another hand joined her on her other breast.
Mr. Marston was staring up at her pointedly, licking at the bitemark looking apologetic. He continued to mouth against her skin, placing small bites or kisses wherever he could and once again he reached the end of her leg. He moved his head back for a second before kissing the heat between her legs. He stuck out his tongue and licked along her cunt, lapping up the juices. He swallowed and Bonnie could see his throat bobbing. He held his hands in the crooks of her knees, the leather of his gloves creaking as he squeezed. He buried his mouth in her once again and started to lick at her.
The feeling was stunning. Bonnie had no idea how she had survived her whole life without ever feeling the pleasure of having a tongue pressed against her clit. Each movement of the trained tongue was sending shockwaves through her body like she never felt before. Then she felt teeth nipping at her nub and she screamed in pleasure.
Abigail's hands were kneading at her breasts, occasionally circling her nipples with her thumbs. She moved her head from where it was laying on Bonnie's shoulder, watching her husband eat her out, and nosed at the back of her neck along the spine, uncovered by her hair put up in a ponytail. She bit down right behind her ear and Bonnie's hips jerked into the face of the man in front of her. He let out a groan at the sensation.
Abigail kept biting and licking at the spot, her breathing loud in Bonnie's ear. "Fuck his face," she whispered directly into the ear.
Bonnie's movements stilled and she angled her head to look into Abigail's face, searching for something. Abigail just looked at her knowingly. "C'mon. Fuck his face," she repeated, full voice this time. Mr. Marston moaned at that, vibrations reverberating on her cunt, causing a whole new pallet of pleasure to surge through her. "See? He wants that. C'mon ranch girl, show us what you got."
Mr. Marston moved Bonnie's legs, putting them over his shoulders, hands holding her knees and settled himself closer.
"I'll hold him for you, you just buck your hips," Abigail said as she reached one hand over her and grabbed Mr. Marston's hair. She tugged at it, not gently in any way, and he moaned again, the feeling once again reaching Bonnie. Her other hand slid down and settled on her hip, and Bonnie immediately missed the feeling of having her chest groped.
She started to buck her hips slowly, whole body moving with it. Her clit brushed against his nose and forced a gasp out of her as she sped up the movement. Mr. Marston synchronised his licking with the motion of her hips and each feel of the tongue between her folds was causing her to jump in her place even faster.
Abigail kissed her neck once before letting go of Mr. Marston's hair and disappearing from behind Bonnie. The loss of the support caused her to topple and she had to move her arms behind her to support her weight. Without being held, Mr. Marston’s head was moving with Bonnie’s movements too much so she put one hand in his hair, the same way Abigail did it minutes earlier and she continued fucking his face.
A sound could be heard from behind her, like a drawer being opened and closed, but she was too focused on the man in front of her to see what it was. Soon Abigail's hand returned to her body, tracing her ribs, pressing her front to Bonnie's back again. She saw that Bonnie was managing to hold Mr. Marston in place just fine and decided she did not need to do that for her anymore. Her one hand returned to kneading her chest and she placed her chin on her shoulder again.
Bonnie felt the woman shift behind her for a while, before she also started to rock her hips, moving up and down. Soft moans started to leave her mouth and fell directly into Bonnie's ears. Abigail's whole body was brushing against her back, and although she couldn't see what she was doing, the feeling of skin brushing her own, breasts jumping pressed to her back was turning her on more.
She looked down on Mr. Marston again. He seemed completely lost in the sensation, eyes tightly shut, focusing on licking and nipping at Bonnie's cunt. His hands were twitching, each squeeze making the leather creak. He opened his eyes and met Bonnie's and she could see tears forming in the corners, threatening to spill down his cheeks.
Bonnie tugged his hair, pushing his face into her heart harder and with few last bucks, she came. A scream of pleasure left her lips as Mr. Marston was licking her through it, swallowing all the juices. Abigail grabbed her by her chin and turned her so she could kiss her hungrily, tongue licking inside, tasting the moans from her lips.
The feeling soon became unbearable and Bonnie removed Mr. Marston's face from her cunt. His lips and nose were shining with her juices. He licked off what he could reach with his tongue and wiped off the rest with his glove.
Bonnie felt hands tugging her back, and she obeyed. She let Abigail settle her with her back propped against the headboard, as she felt her legs becoming limp, hips starting to ache with strain. Abigail leaned down and kissed her again, sweetly. She moaned into the kiss, whimpered, and Bonnie broke it. She looked down at where Abigail's hand was at her crotch and saw what exactly she was doing when she was jumping behind her back. A wooden carving, shaped like a man's cock, was halfway inside her. Abigail slammed the thing up once again, forcing a moan out of her before she slowly took it out. The thing was now glistening with her slick, strings attaching to her cunt before breaking. Abigail turned around and started to fumble with some kind of belt, attaching it around her waist and thighs. When she turned back around, Bonnie saw that the cock was now attached to her hips, just like a real one. Abigail saw her staring and shot her a wink before swinging her legs off the side of the bed.
She didn't say anything, didn't have to, because Mr. Marston seemed to understand what she was asking for and without a word grabbed her knees, the same way he did with Bonnie earlier, and sank his mouth on the cock.
He started to suck on it, hollowing his cheeks, and bobbing his head before pulling out, swallowing, and taking it all the way to his throat. As if it wasn't his first time. Like a homosexual.
Was he a homosexual? Is that what the wooden cock was for? A man unable to find pleasure with a woman, pretending that she was a man instead?
But he seemed to really like watching Bonnie and Abigail, no cocks, just two women kissing, groping and rutting at each other. Not only that, he was still painfully obviously hard from licking Bonnie's cunt, but focused only on tending to her and Abigail's pleasure, not once trying to relieve himself.
He sure didn't seem to have a problem with his wife's homosexual tendencies. Bonnie didn't exactly know at first what Abigail meant by he knows. She had no idea what to think about it now that she knew.
Not only that, he allowed himself to be treated in the bedroom in ways no men Bonnie has ever met would. He seemed to derive pleasure from being treated aggressively or like a woman. Each tug to his hair was causing him to moan, the very thought of having his face fucked was driving him crazy and now, he was sucking a prosthetic cock attached to his wife's hip like his life depended on it.
What an odd couple the two of them were.
Abigail put both hands in his hair, using them as a handle to slam inside his mouth. She moaned, eyes closed and head falling back as if she could really feel his mouth around the cock. Mr. Marston took it as a cue to slowly sink down on it all the way. His nose touched Abigail's abdomen and he swallowed. Abigail let him adjust for a second before she started to slam in and out of his mouth aggressively, causing him to tremble and whimper. Bonnie looked at how her breasts bounced with her movements, how Mr. Marston grabbed at her hips with so much force he must be bruising her.
The mesmerising scene was stopped by Abigail tugging him off once again, this time all the way. He hacked a few times and took several deep breathes like a man who almost drowned. Abigail didn't give him much time to recover before she was again grabbing at his hair, this time to pull him up on the bed. He fell face down on the mattress, right next to Bonnie's thigh. Abigail maneuvered his hips so that his ass was up before she unbuckled his pants and dragged them down to his knees, not bothering to take them off completely. Mr. Marston rose from where his face was squished against the bedsheets, propping himself up on his elbows on each side of Bonnie's hips.
There was a sound of a lid being open from behind and Bonnie saw Mr. Marston's face contorting, bracing for something.
Abigail was spreading vaseline on her fingers, warming it up, before her hand crept to Mr. Marston's ass. She slowly inserted a finger and he groaned while his eyes rolled back. Abigail planted a kiss to his spine before she started to move inside him. She stretched out his entrance, slowly circling his rim and pushing deeper inside. Each movement caused him to inhale sharply and Bonnie could feel his breath puffing against the skin of her stomach.
Abigail inserted a second finger, curling them inside, stretching him. Mr. Marston was whimpering now, each movement causing him to writhe, hands tightening on the bedsheets. It was only when Abigail did something to him, touched something inside of him when he screamed and grabbed at Bonnie's hips tightly. She gasped, not from pain but more from shock, and he looked up apologetically. She grabbed his hands at where they were holding her and pressed them to her hips, hoping that it would convey she didn't mind. He seemed to understand because he didn't try to remove them again.
Abigail moved her fingers inside, retracting them and pushing back in. Each movement caused Mr. Marston's hands to twitch and tighten, his mouth parted. Helpless to do anything other than let it happen, he shut his eyes and let sounds fall from deep inside his gut.
Abigail pushed another finger in, letting his body get used to the feeling before curling all of them, pulling at his walls. "You think you can take it?" she asked as she leaned down to look him in the face. He didn't meet her eyes, having his own shut tight, but he nodded vigorously. "You're really sensitive today. Haven't done this in a long time, hm?"
"Too long," came a choked out reply. Abigail chuckled before retracting her fingers. Mr. Marston gasped at the sensation and braced himself for more. Abigail leaned down to kiss along his spine again, before she lined up and pushed all the way in. Mr. Marston's scream echoed in Bonnie's ears. The deathgrip on her hips tightened, no doubt leaving bruises, but she found herself not caring about that as she watched his face shifting and twisting. Abigail stayed in place for a minute, groping at his ass, thighs, and wherever her hands let her reach before positioning them at his hips. She started to pull out agonizingly slowly, before slamming all the way in, forcing another scream out of the man. The sounds he was making seemed to drive her mad, making her move back and forth faster with each thrust. They soon faded, his jaw falling slack in a silent scream. He bit down on his lip but it did little to muffle the whimpers and soon Bonnie realised that he was sobbing.
Droplets of tears fell down on her stomach, rolling down to the mattress, leaving a trail on her body. Mr. Marston tried to cut them off by shutting his eyes and blinking them away, causing even more to fall down his nose and drip down. Bonnie reached her hands to cup his face, wiping them away and instinctively trying to comfort him.
The worry must have shown on her face because Abigail leaned down to put her chin on Mr. Marston's shoulder, the same way she did earlier on her own. "Don't worry. He likes it." She stated, and punctuated it with a sharp thrust once, making him yelp, tears falling down again. "Don't you, love?"
Mr. Marston whimpered as his wife licked along the side of his neck. "I do," his voice trembled and he looked away from Bonnie and Abigail in shame. The tips of his ears that were stubbornly peeking out from his hair turned red and Bonnie couldn't help but think it was adorable.
Abigail continued to move shallow thrusts inside of him while she continued to lick and bite at his neck, leaving bruises. When she was satisfied with her work she moved her attention back to Bonnie and leaned down to kiss her. Bonnie allowed her, meeting her tongue with her own, melting into the kiss. She could feel Abigail shifting during the kiss as she thrusted inside Mr. Marston, the movement forcing her to lean forward a bit to not let their lips part.
Abigail pushed her back onto the cushions, leaning her whole body against Mr. Marston, squeezing him between them both. Bonnie could feel his face squished into her stomach, hot puffs of breaths causing her whole body to shiver. Abigail completely disregarded fucking him in favour of making out with Bonnie. Each lick of her tongue inside Bonnie's mouth was shooting electricity through her whole body, making her moan and writhe, all sounds swallowed by the woman on top of her. There were hands in her hair, ripping off the hair tie finally and then there were fingers threading her hair, petting her, nails scraping against her scalp.
There was a sound from underneath, needy and impatient. Abigail broke the kiss and pushed back, letting Mr. Marston get back into the position where he supported his weight on his forearms. She resumed the thrusting, forcing another pallet of sounds out of him. Her hand crept from his back, over the shoulder and stopped at his abdomen, like she wanted to touch his cock before she got a new idea.
"Do you want to feel him inside?" She referred to Bonnie and the woman found herself nodding before her brain even processed the question. Abigail grinned.
Mr. Marston seemed desperate to feel touch on his cock. He grabbed Bonnie by her knees and forced her closer, so she was laying directly under him. From this close she could see his face clearly. Still twisted in sick pleasure, eyes glassy, trails of dried tears stretching along his face still visible.
Mr. Marston propped her legs up, holding at her thighs so he had an access to her hole.
Abigail finally touched his cock and after such a long time of being denied any contact, he was practically vibrating at the touch. She squeezed it once before lining it up with Bonnie's cunt. The tip breached inside. Bonnie expected him to thrust right in but he stayed put and waited. Abigail gave him a kiss on the cheek before snapping her hips. The movement caused Mr. Marston to thrust into Bonnie's cunt the whole way and she screamed. Her back arched off the bed, looking for more. When Abigail withdrew her hips, Mr. Marston went with her, his cock brushing against the walls inside of Bonnie. When she slammed back in, he went with her, forcing another yelp out of Bonnie.
Bonnie's legs were giving out under the pleasure, but Mr. Marston held them up, folding her, allowing himself to sink even deeper. She let out a long whine at the sensation of being penetrated so deep. Her hands snapped up, trying to grab onto something. One fell to hold his shoulder, gripping at the material of his vest, the other tangled in his hair. With each thrust the grip on it tightened, pulling his hair and causing him to moan.
Bonnie caught the sight of Abigail over Mr. Marston's head. She was watching the two of them with lustful, half lidded eyes. Bonnie wondered if each thrust of Mr. Marston hips into her can be counted as Abigail simply using him as a device to fuck her. She shuddered at the thought.
Bonnie felt the telltale tingling in her whole body, warning her about her upcoming orgasm. She untangled her hand from Mr. Marston's hair, hearing a whimper of protest at the loss of touch, and reached down to touch herself. She swiped down to gather her own juices, fingers brushing at Mr. Marston's cock thrusting inside, and started to circle her clit. The stimulation was making her back arch, and mouth fall open letting whines escape. She felt her second climax coming and with one last move of her fingers the orgasm hit her whole body. Waves of pleasure reverberated in her abdomen and legs, while her cunt clenched around Mr. Marston. He fucked her through it and not soon after she heard him curse under his breath as he pulled his cock out. he shot hot liquid all over her body, pooling at her stomach, dripping down her red and abused cunt.
Bonnie stilled, trying to catch her breath. Mr, marston was panting over her, eyes tightly shut, before Abigail pulled out the cock from him. He groaned and his arms finally collapsed under him. The weight knocked the air out of Bonnie. She moved to sink her fingers in his hair, this time in a soothing manner and he buried his face in her breasts.
Both of them laid there for a while, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Bonnie heard a clicking sound and looked over to Abigail, who was now standing, detaching the cock from her hips and throwing it somewhere. She caught her eyes and smiled softly, walking over to her. The bed dipped where she sat down next to the two of them. She angled Bonnie's face with her fingers and kissed her sweetly.
She broke the kiss soon, far too soon, and turned her attention to Mr. Marston instead. She petted his hair, untangling knots from it and massaging his scalp. Soon the gentle touch became something more similar to the ones being shared between them earlier, when she grabbed a fistful of his hair and dragged his head up. He winced and whimpered at the touch. "You got your spunk all over Bonnie, love. Is this how we treat guests?" The tone of her voice was so sweet, completely different from how she was treating him.
"No ma'am," he choked out, meeting her gaze.
"Well, clean it up then."
"Yes ma'am, " he moved his body down so he was lined with Bonnie's stomach. He licked at it, lapping up all the liquid he previously spilled on her, swallowing, and going down to continue licking her clean. His tongue brushed at the hair adorning her stomach, going along with the trail it was leaving towards her cunt. When he reached her clit, Bonnie winced. The hot tongue was causing her to feel overstimulated, but she made no protest. Mr. Marston pressed his nose into her cunt as he tried to lick her clean from the mix of his and her own fluids. When he was done, he pressed several kisses to her cunt before burying his head in her flank.
Silence fell on all three of them. Bonnie felt some kind of comfort seeing Abigail start brushing gently his hair again. The two of them seemed content.
It was only when the hot breaths against her side turned into soft snores when she found the courage to ask something she was wondering about all this time, "Is he– Is he a homosexual?"
"Darling, you had sex with me multiple times now, I think you're hardly in a place to judge," Abigail stated with a teasing tone
"No– I'm not– that's not what I meant," she scrambled to explain herself
"Relax," Abigail assured her. "What makes you say that?"
Bonnie felt blush spreading on her cheeks and swallowed "Well, the–" she found she couldn't finish the sentence, didn't even know what to call this thing. She pointed with her chin in the general area of where Abigail threw it earlier.
Abigail instinctively looked to where Bonnie was pointing before she understood, "Maybe a little." Abigail simply stated.
What does that mean a little? How can someone be only a little homosexual? Is that even possible?
"Are you?" Abigail countered her question with the same one and Bonnie mulled it over. Was she a homosexual? She looked down at where Mr. Marston was now sleeping at her side. She liked men. She never got married but she had quite a few men trying for her hand in marriage before she took over the ranch. And she liked at least some of them. She found men handsome and she enjoyed having sex with them. But women –she turned her gaze towards Abigail and the woman gave her a reassuring smile– women were beautiful. They were delicate and soft under touch, their lips plush and hands unscarred. They had long hair that framed their faces and brought out the beauty of their eyes. And she grew to learn that she also enjoyed sex with women, even though she struggled to grasp the concept at first.
"Maybe a little," she finally answered.