A few minutes later, as Buck was in the bathroom taking a long piss, Gale rolled off the bed, where she'd been lying in a blissful daze, and trotted into the bathroom to join him. Her tits were jiggling heavily as she dropped to her knees alongside him and grabbed his pissing cock. Piss squirted all over the place as she frantically tried to stuff his hoselike fucktool into her mouth. As much piss shot into her face and rained down on her tits as she managed to swallow, and Buck chuckled, stroking her soft brunette hair, which fell in long waves to her shoulderblades.
"Baby, why didn't you tell me you were thirsty? I wouldn't have bothered making the trip to the bathroom if I'd known."
Gale sucked the last piss out of his pisstube, giggling as his cock slipped out of her mouth and dangled before her eyes. Before getting up to wrap her arms around her husband and give him a good tongue-kiss, she kissed the plumlike head of his cock. He smiled down at her appreciatively. He'd enjoyed a lot of girls and women in his time, but never one as cock-hungry as this woman he'd married three years ago.
Five minutes later, Gale and Buck were searching the house for Cindy. Not wanting to shock the girl with their nudity, they'd both put something on. Gale had slipped into her yellow string bikini, and Buck had pulled on a pair of red Speedo swim briefs. His huge cock rode to one side in the briefs, nearly curling around his hip.
"Well, where'd the little twit go?" Buck said.
"Maybe she's out with the horses, darling. I really shouldn't have neglected her when we got home, but I was so horny I could hardly think straight."
"Hogwash! She's a big girl. She doesn't need you baby-sitting her every second."
They left the house and went out back, tip-toeing and wincing their way across the sandy, sun-sizzling ground until they stood in the cool shade of one of the stables. The wind carried the smell of dry grass and horses.
"I don't see her anywhere," Buck said, looking out over the flat pastures of The Glades where several horses grazed in the brilliant sunshine. "Where the fuck did the little twit run off to?"
It irritated him that she was nowhere to be seen. She was a hot-looking little bitch, and his cock was on the rise in anticipation of his setting his eyes on her pretty brunette head, on her round young ass, on her good-sized tits. Cindy was a younger, smaller version of Gale, and he was sure the girl was just as good a fuck as her mother – maybe better.
"I bet she's with Shawn," Gale said. "He's probably showing her his room."
"If he's showing her his room, that ain't all he's showing her," Buck said. "The dirty little bastard!"
Gale laughed. "Calm down, darling. You have nobody to blame but yourself for what Shawn is. He's got your genes, you know."
"Luckily for you, anyway, slut!"
Gale laughed again. Yes, it sure was lucky for her that she'd married a sex-crazed man with an equally sex-crazed son. Their two ever-ready fuckrods gave her almost all the action she needed – almost all she needed, but not quite. The more exercise her fuck organs got, the more they needed, and even two males the likes of Buck and Shawn couldn't keep Gale completely satisfied anymore. That's why it was also lucky for Gale that she had the animals around here – the dogs and the horses.
Buck started off in the direction of the house. "Wait here, I've gotta go check something."
"Check what?"
"Something in the house. You just wait here."
"All right," Gale said, "but when you get back I want a full report."
Gale watched her sexy husband trot off toward the house like an excited boy about to commit mischief. He was a magnificent physical specimen. The moment she'd first laid eyes on him three years ago, she'd known she had to possess him. She would have divorced ten husbands for a man the likes of Buck Morgan. She hadn't thought twice about getting the divorce. She couldn't imagine now how she'd ever lived all those years with a sexless man like her first husband.
As Buck disappeared into the house, Gale knew that his cock was hard as stone. He loved to watch sex as much as he loved to perform it, and Gale knew that he'd soon be standing outside Shawn's bedroom, watching Shawn give it to Cindy. The hallway wall outside Shawn's bedroom was permanently stained from all the cum shooting Buck had done while watching his son work over young girls. Shawn always left his bedroom door open intentionally when he banged a girl, just in case Buck wanted to watch, just as Buck always left his own bedroom door open while he was banging Gale, so Shawn could get his rocks off voyeuristically if he wanted to – or, better yet, so he'd feel welcome to join in. There were no sexual hangups in Buck Morgan's house.
Gale slipped out of her bikini, which felt like a straitjacket to a woman who was used to going naked all the time around the house. The Glades was secluded enough from the surrounding ranches to allow complete nudity, something Gale had come not only to appreciate but to need. She detested having to wear any clothing anymore. Every inch of her body was deeply tanned. She delighted in the feeling of her thighs slipping lubriciously together, oiled with the juices that continually leaked from her well-used pussy.
Gale had no sooner got her bikini off than Samson appeared out of nowhere. He was the stud Great Dane that watched over the ranch, and like every other male at The Glades, he liked to fuck. He reared up behind Gale before she'd fully realized he was there, and he planted his paws on her shoulders, lapping at the back of her neck as he thrust his slippery dog-cock between her asscheeks.
Gale flashed with goosebumps from head to toes. Her tits swelled and her nipples hardened, standing out boldly. As the dog's claws sank into the flesh of her shoulders, she moaned with pain and excitement, and she bent over, rubbing her ass against the furry belly of the enormous Dane. Her asspucker, responding to the probings of the dog's hard cock, opened up and allowed his slick prick to slip inside her.
"Oh Samson, fuck me!"
The dog let out a sharp whine, humping at her sexy, upturned ass, pleasuring his naked dog-cock in the tight sheath of her hot asshole. His tongue flapped against her shoulders from behind, dribbling dog-drool down her back and tits. His humid, panting breath blasted against the back of her neck, causing her flesh to prickle with goosebumps.
Gale was in heaven. As the huge dog fucked her asshole, she jerked herself off, stabbing two stiff fingers in and out of her burning, itching crotch.
The big dog had a short fuse, especially when his cock was anchored in the tight, sucking asshole of a horny woman. Gale's asshole worked on his cock like a gripping, sliding fist, pleasuring it from base to tip, milking it, sucking it.
Samson howled, his body humping out of control, his snout in the air, his eyes rolling back. As the hot feelings began in his balls and loins, as they surged through the core of his cock like a stream of fire, his molten dog-jism squirted into Gale's pulsing bowels. He whined sharply, his paws raking down Gale's back to grip her at the waist as his loins shuddered and his cum fired into her again and again.
"Ohhhhh Goddd!"
Gale was delirious. Nothing excited her more than the feeling of jism squirting into her body. The claw marks on her back burned and throbbed, adding extra sensation to what she was already feeling. Bracing one hand on her knee, ramming the fingers of her other hand in and out of her cunt, she rotated her ass like a fan, grinding it around the dog's spurting cock. As the dog's fifth ejaculation splashed in her guts, she whined like a bitch, the spasms overwhelming her loins.
"Oooooh Samson, I'm coming! Oh darling, cream me!"
Pussy-juice and male spunk bubbled from her contracting pussy, drenching her hand and sliding down her legs. Her spasming asshole nearly chewed off the dog's squirming prick, and he whimpered with pained ecstasy, spurting his balls out into her.