COULD THINGS GET ANY BETTER

THIS IS A STORY I CONVERTED FROM MALE TO FUTA. IT'S SHORT ON PLOT, SHORT ON EVERYTHING, BUT AM EMPTYING MY HARD DRIVE OF THINGS UNIMPORTANT ( NOT FUTA) SO HOPEFULLY YOU WILL ENJOY. NOT UP TO PAR ON MY METER I'M AFRAID, BUT HEY, HOPEFULLY YOU WILL ENJOY IT ANYWAY. BUT IT IS A SOCIAL COMMENTARY, AT LEAST IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE! STILL WORKING ON THE THINGS THAT MATTER, MY SERIAL STORIES AND HOPE TO PUBLISH MORE SOON. HERE IT IS:

COULD THINGS GET ANY BETTER?

Gracie Thomas grew up with her hippie parents, talking about opening their third eye and all that rubbish. What Gracie thought about though, even at age eight was shoving her expanding eleven inch dick inside something or someone.

Trailer park living was not the most exciting thing in the world. Most of the inhabitants were older, even senior citizens. Yet when relatives visited them, things looked up. Well, her dick did anyway. Her mother and father were free spirits, fucking anyone and everyone at any time. The state government seemed to be excited to throw money at them even when they didn’t work much of the time.

She had screwed her own mother several times, usually when her mother was fucked up with drugs or alcohol. Same thing, really. Little Gracie was hung with a nice fourteen inch dick at that time, her balls, even at five years of age, already dragging on the carpet. When outside, the older residents stayed inside, shutting their blinds. She felt shunned, even though at her age she didn’t know the definition of that word. She just wanted to make friends.

Sometimes, even when her mother wasn’t fucked up, the caring woman would alleviate little Gracie’s pressure, messing the living room or bedroom or even the bathroom, all shag carpeted. Gracie would just giggle with glee as she got her huge rocks off as her mother choked on her girl goo issuing forth, then smoke more dope.

At a preteen age, she knocked up her mother for the first time as her father, stoned to the max, shouted, “RAD GRACIE!" from his lounger as he issued a huge plume of blue smoke.

So her mother birthed her second child. To the state, it was her husbands. To Gracie, at ten, it was hers. So learning that when her parents were fucked up, which was almost constantly, she could fuck her mother without any consequences, helped her to really learn fucking was good.

It was as if Gracie woke up from a weird dream one day, now at twenty two years of age, and noticed the NINE kids running about the seriously trashed trailer. Mostly it was the fucking NOISE of shrieking, laughing, gabbing, crying, even the damned SMELL of all those people stuffed into a two bedroom place. Gracie, as the eldest, was already sleeping with her parents, and fucking her mother nightly, as the other kids were sleeping all over the place, including Georgie, the second eldest and her first born, sleeping in the bathtub.

Many neighbors died off, moved in, moved out, complained, screamed, fought an