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Subject: {ASSM} New Story: Fancy Free in Hell's Half Acre
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                   Fancy Free in Hell's Half Acre
                      By: Mister Peebody
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When Darcy came home soaking wet, Helen never dreamed that the wetness
could be piss, but it was piss. Eight brats did that to her little
lady. Three of those little bastards lived right across the street.
Helen was pissed, so pissed she marched right across the street with
Darcy, banged on their door, and gave the man who answered hell until
she saw that he was taking out his dick - a big limp dick - a schlong
dong - a hanger wanger - a few pounds of tube steak - taking aim -
aiming high, then he pissed into her cleavage - a thick, hot, well-
aimed stream of acrid urine that quickly soaked and ruined a fine
white dress.

Helen was so stunned, she just stood there with her mouth agape, but a
mouth agape invited the stream, putting her tongue, teeth, and tonsils
awash in pee pee until she closed her mouth. That brought the vile
stream up her face, up the nose, between the eyes, then on top of the
head for a golden outdoor shower. The rest went directly into her
panties after he lifted her dress and dropped his schlong inside her
new panties where the stream hit her right on the clit. That felt
weird - looked weird, too.

No one had ever done that to the wife of the Reverend Roland T.
Hightower, nor had anyone ever done anything like that when Helen was
the daughter of Judge Stanley G. Witherspoon. No one ever took a pee
pee on her person ever in her life, but this crude and vulgar beast
pissed all over her, even in her mouth, and right in her panties,
right down in them - way down where pussy was. He even saw pussy when
he pulled the panties out to drop his big dick in, hooking the elastic
waistband behind his balls. That alone seemed very crude and vulgar,
but to add pissing in front of an innocent pissed upon child - well,
Helen didn't know how to deal with that, so she waited for him to
finish.

Buck Fuller really had to go badly. Helen never knew a man could piss
so much or so hard. Her clit was all a-flutter, warbling within the
puffy lips in a hard rush of very warm current. The clit never felt
anything like that, and no man had ever been in her panties with her.
For a while, they shared a pair - seemed nasty, and they were exposed
to the outside world with a fourteen-year-old girl looking on, seeing
everything plainly because she was right there at her mother's side
helping to hold the dress up.

At least Helen was certain that Buck hadn't done any of the pissing on
Darcy. He couldn't have. The man was innocent and did not appreciate
being yelled at for something he didn't do. He was a man of few words,
in fact, no words, and he saved a few squirts for the child. He drew
out of the panties, letting them go with a snap, then aimed at the
child and gave her several good squirts right in the face. She took
them well, about as good as her mom did. Her mouth was open, too, and
his dick went right in it, got hard in it and ballooned her cheeks
with swelling cockhead.

There seemed little left to say after Buck finished insulting Darcy
and put himself away after jacking off in her mouth. Helen did wait
for him to finish pissing and cumming - he took longer to cum than
piss, and took forever to piss. Helen eventually lent a hand in the
cumming when she could see that a female hand pumping the shaft would
speed things along. He placed her hand on or she could never have lent
one. He borrowed one. She even waited while he wiped his dick on
Darcy's head, but right after that, there was no reason to stay, so
after Buck put himself away, mother and daughter plodded back across
the street leaving two wet trails.

Not a word was spoken. Helen went straight to the master bathroom,
locking the master bedroom door enroute. There, she remained for over
an hour. Darcy cleaned herself up, brushed her teeth, gargled, and put
on another set of clean dry clothes. Her mom came out clean and dry,
took one look at Darcy, and turned bright red. Darcy's look seemed to
say, "You were in there masturbating, weren't you?"

Helen Hightower did not masturbate; at least, no one could prove it.
Helen never did anything nasty. Her life was a shining example for a
good Christian girl. A good Christian girl could not ask for a better
role model mother; although, she did not handle pissing incidents
well. Not well at all. Allowing a fully grown large man to jack off in
a daughter's mouth was so unlike her, but to lend a hand was so unlike
any mom. Then to come home and masturbate about it - that deserved a
look. Darcy did give good looks - good head, too. Helen had never
given anything head - handjobs aplenty. Head was perverted, and
genitals are where people pee from - no place for a lady's head.

Helen didn't know how to answer that look, but it wasn't an acusing
look, judgemental look, or critical look, just a curious look. To put
her uncomfortable mom at ease, Darcy came up and took her in a firm
hug. That hug seemed to say, "Mom, it's okay if you masturbate. You're
human. I'll never tell. You can be human with me. No one need ever
know - except the Fullers, and they are so human, who cares what they
think. If you hadn't done what you did, I'd still be over there
sucking on that dick. You really know how to handle a man's dick. You
must have been a milkmaid in your past life, or a snake skinner, or
chicken neck wringer."

Helen found herself rubbing the back of that understanding hugger,
wondering what she did with all the semen. She had to swallow most,
but did she swallow it all, and what is that like - piss then semen.
Helen knew she swallowed some piss. She saw the swallows. That was
what made his dick get hard, a cute little girl nursing on his pissing
cock in front of her mom. That would make any dick hard. She even
nursed on a cumming cock. He seemed to cum a great deal. Helen felt
every hard pulse. It felt like she consumed a great deal. Looked like
she loved the stuff and wanted all of it - looked pretty damn good,
too.

Helen grew more comfortable with the idea that her daughter sucked a
man off right on his doorstep. She looked awfully damn cute with a big
cock in her mouth when all she could get in her mouth was the bulbous
head. That was a sight. That was a sight Helen wouldn't mind seeing
again and again, maybe with a naked cock sucker. That would sure be
something. No doubt about it. That man was a very bold child molester.
Darcy was a very sexy child. Naked, she'd be a lot sexier.

While rubbing her precious little sucker hugger, Helen debated her
options, knowing she should discourage this sort of behavior.
Reporting it seemed the proper first step. Couldn't very well do that
after standing there and watching it, then assisting it, not after
sharing panties with a child molester. That would all come out.
Couldn't have that getting out. A first step was definitely out, but
what about a proper second step, forbidding Darcy from ever stepping
foot across that street.

Seemed a shame to do that. She did seem to like it over there. The
Fullers were full of cocks - a man, three horny teenage sons, three
male dogs as horny as the sons - a wife who seemed the decadent sort.
A preacher's daughter would find people like them fascinating. People
like the Fullers would find a sexy preacher's daughter just as
fascinating, irresistible, the greatest temptation. Those were the
very people Darcy had always been warned about - Satan's minions.
There they were, a whole house full, right across the street - dogs
and all. They even had one black cat.

Helen knew what she should do, but more and more she thought of doing
the exact opposite. That sort of behavior could easily be encouraged.
The Fullers could have all sorts of fun with a mother who encouraged,
turned a blind eye, shielded, ran interference, and kept a sexy
daughter going back for more.

Helen moved Darcy over to the dining table where they both took seats
across one corner. Darcy was smiling, seeming to sense that her mommy
wasn't going to do the right thing this time. She seemed amused by
that. Helen could see why. This was all a first, new ground, wicked
ground that they had crossed together. They shared a wicked secret.
Hell, they shared a dick.

They both did something terribly wicked. Darcy did the cock sucking,
but Helen took the naked cock inside her panties and let him do that
wicked thing to Darcy while she stood lookout - looking out and
looking in - mostly in at a child sucking a man's cock while Mommy
pumped the dick and then milked the spent dick to insure the child got
every drop. She then came home and masturbated to the exciting memory.
Darcy knew.

Helen smiled and said, "You know I was in my bedroom masturbating,
don't you?"

"I figured you might be or you were in there milking a goat."

"Very funny. I suppose you know all about masturbating."

"I guess. No one ever showed me, but I guessed what to do and where to
do it, and I've seen Gloria Fuller do it a few times. She said all
women do it. She said you did. Married to a preacher, she thought you
probably did it a lot."

"So, you've actually seen it done, have you?"

"A few times. Gloria likes doing it where people can watch."

"Somehow that comes as no surprise. Sons?"

"Sons, friends of sons, friends of Buck, dogs, cats. She'd do it for
you if you want to see it. She'll get naked and do it."

"Do you do it for them? Do you get naked for them? Be truthful. I
suspect you have. I suspect that wasn't the first time you had that
man's penis in your mouth. I will not be upset if you have. I just
want to know."

"That wasn't the first time, but I haven't taken off all of my
clothes. They want me to. They peed on me because I refused to take my
clothes off."

"I suppose that's one good way to get a girl to strip naked, unless
you enjoy being peed on."

Darcy smilingly sat back and studied her mother before saying, "I
can't say that I didn't enjoy being peed on, but I would rather have
the right to take off my clothes if I want to."

Now, Helen sat back to study Darcy before saying, "How would you like
to have the right to take off all clothing and do anything with your
body that you feel like doing - at least over there - at the Fuller
house. We can call it special dispensation, one place where you can go
to get away from church, family, and society's rules - Hell's half
acre - a good place to be indecent if you choose."

"A place where I can do anything?"

"Anything you choose. Does that interest you?"

"Yeah, a lot, but that place has it's own rules."

"I'm sure it does, but if you chose to go there, you are well aware of
that fact. Going is itself a wicked desire, a choice, and a right you
may exercise, assuming I give you special dispensation. A man sins
when he decides to enter a whorehouse, or a whore's house. Men, even
preacher men, feel the need for a trip now and then to a Hell's half
acre. I'm thinking that you could use one. I am debating doing
something terribly wicked. If I were to do that, no one must ever
know. I shudder to think what your father would do if he found out. I
must at all times be the model mom and Christian wife, spotless, above
reproach."

"It'll be our wicked secret."

"Exactly. We now have one. We can simply add another. I assume we do
have one."

"Yes, a great one. I'll never tell a soul."

"I'm sure you won't. Now, put my mind at ease about doing this second
wicked thing."

Darcy sat and thought, then stood, shucked off her panties, then sat
and made a big beaver that popped Helen's eyes wide. She gawked. She
stared. She did not expect to see Darcy's pussy like that - wide open
and then opened fully with assistance of fingers lined along both
lips, making that a vulgar beaver, but a most attractive example of
sexy young pussy, a very wet and aroused, inflamed example - one might
say, a juicy cunt.

That most vulgar of terms did spring to mind as Darcy said, "How's
this. Do it because I'm so horny I need special dispensation to take
care of this horny cunt I have between my legs."

Helen sat far forward and reached out to trail fingers over that
vulgar display of cunt flesh while saying, "My goodness, you do have a
very horny looking cunt at that - so wet - so firm - so tight. This
cunt does need special dispensation. Seems a shame to keep a sexy cunt
like this away from all those nasty Fullers. I'm sure they know what
to do with a sexy cunt like this. If they don't, their dogs certainly
do. I dare say those animals turn up their noses at a real bitch. I'm
sure they much prefer pussy like this."

"It needs fucking, licking and sucking. Fingers aren't enough."

Helen had gone to her knees. At the suggestion of needing more than
fingers, Helen had two in it. Seemed like Darcy was hinting at some
mouth action. Helen didn't think long. A desire long suppressed got
vented in a wide oval of pussy pink. After a few laps, there was
sucking. The pussy she sucked on sprang a leak. Helen didn't know what
that was at first. When she had a mouthful of fluid, she knew what it
was - PISS - pee pee - Darcy peed - peed right in her sucking mouth.

Helen would never have dreamed Darcy was capable, not on purpose, but
a look into Darcy's smiling face told her that the leak was quite
intentional, a deliberate act of urinating in a mother's mouth. Helen
swallowed that mouthful and was about to come off to ask Darcy why she
did that, but her mouth immediately filled again, then again and
again. The answer seemed obvious. Darcy enjoyed doing that.

The bigger question was why the mother lent herself to that purpose by
swallowing and keeping a firm mouth seal, eventually sucking and
diddling the pee hole, trying to induce squirts and dribbles after the
flow stopped. Why did she want more until she had to have every drop.
Why delve her tongue deep with her face pressed in tight, then go seek
a fluid reward, which she got for good cunt sucking. Why wallow in the
depravity of sucking a daughter's cunt? Why?

Probably because she went from being a judge's daughter to being a
preacher's wife and never got to do anything wicked, perverse, or even
a bit nasty. She might masturbate too much while thinking about doing
shit like that, and Darcy had become the object of so many sexual
fantasies. Maybe Darcy unleashed something by following Gloria's
advice that if she ever got her mother to kneel and suck pussy, to
piss in her mouth and see what happens. Gloria was right. She went
nuts. Not only that, but she sent a hand between her own legs and
masturbated while going nuts. She climaxed like a nut.

Helen embarrassed herself, got back in her chair where she discover
that her panties were down around her knees. Rather than pull them up,
she took them off. Her face was red - wet and red. Now, what to do
with panties in the dining room. She now wished she had pulled them
up. She set them on the table. Darcy picked them up and sniffed them.
Helen immediately wanted them back, but Darcy liked the smell and
clung to them. Helen gave up and sat back, watching Darcy sniff
ambrosia from the crotch. It was then she remembered she had sucked
that little cunt and had a bellyful of her piss. They had a wicked
secret, so Helen watched her sniff.

Darcy caught her mother's eye then set the panties aside and smiled
like a little devil. Helen smiled back and said, "I think the only
thing you haven't done over there is take your clothes off."

"I have been very wicked, mostly as an observer of wickness. They are
very wicked people, Mother."

"I gathered that. I would imagine they are eager to get their wicked
hands on your sexy little body - get you all naked and have their
wicked way with you."

"You know it. There is so much they can do with a naked little girl
like me, and you'd like to help them all you can, wouldn't you?"

"I'm thinking about it, yes. I could be very helpful, or I could
simply turn a blind eye. They don't need my help. A blind eye would
do. A blind eye would be the smart thing to do, assuming I do this
wicked thing. This will likely end in disaster. I pray not, but they
are wicked and irresponsible. Buck proved that. I may need to claim
blindness before this is all over."

"Why does it have to be over, and why can't you be human?"

"Something terrible is sure to happen, and I can't be human. I'm a
preacher's wife."

"Why be a preacher's wife if that doesn't make you happy. Sex makes
you happy. Sex is across the street."

"That is tempting, but why are you tempting me. Are you afraid to go
alone? Do you need Mommy to hold your hand?"

"No, but my mommy needs me holding her hand or she can't cross the
street."

Helen pondered that statement, then said, "This was a setup, wasn't
it?...Yes, I see it, now. Well...that paints a rather ugly picture."

Darcy did not expect her to figure that out. That took the nasty
breeze out of her decadent sails. She didn't know what to say but
denial seemed stupid. Her mom kept on thinking and sorting, then said,
"You were told to pee in my mouth. They coached you in ways to get me
to fondle and then suck you. Darcy, answer me. If you lie to my face,
I will slap your face. Answer me!"

"Yes, I was coached. I took their advice, but I did it to get you to
loosen up and join us. Mom, it's fun over there. You'd like it over
there. Sex is all they do over there, all kinds, all wicked, and it's
all fun. They want you and me."

"A preacher's wife and a preacher's daughter. Score two big points for
the minions of Satan."

"They could care less what your husband does. They are not into Satan.
They worship no god unless there's a sex god. They see a sexy woman
with a sexy young daughter. They see all this good pussy going to
waste right across the street and it drives them nuts. It's driving us
nuts wasting it. There's all that horny cock across the street and a
woman who loves sucking on a pussy. That whole family and all their
friends are nuts about pussy. If you bring a pussy into that house,
they treat you like a queen, all because you have pussy between your
legs. On this side of the street, a pussy means nothing. Pussy is just
a crack you piss through."

"I think you are being a bit harsh on our side of the street. Some of
us do more than piss. I play with mine. On occasion, I even get it
screwed. Mostly I play with it while wishing it were getting screwed."

"On that side of the street, a pussy is something to worship. They
fight over a pissing pussy. You can stand and pee and not one drop
will make it to your feet. I feel very special over there. That's
where I'd like to go to do all of my peeing. As for playing with my
pussy, over there, I could let them do it. They'd play with it, fuck
it, then play with a fucked one, lick that all up, then fuck it again.
Our pussies would be much happier on the other side of the street. I
know your pussy was happy to get a big cock in your panties. That cock
is all yours if you want it."

"You do make that side of the street sound inviting."

"The red carpet is out. He rolled it out and dropped it in your
panties. Maybe you can't take a hint, but that was a come-on. He was
trying to impress you."

"He impressed my pussy."

"He scares hell out of mine. You are more his size and more to his
liking. Buck wants to fuck you. He wants you bad. Fucking you is all
he talks about. He calls you his preacher doll. Gloria told him to do
something about it or stop whining. We put our heads together and came
up with the wet red carpet idea. Sucking him off wasn't in the plan,
but when he put his cock in my mouth and you got all wide-eyed and
excited, he did, too. Next thing I know, I'm sucking on a guy my mom
is jacking off, wondering why we weren't stepping inside. Mom, you
need to get laid. You need it bad. You should be rolling out your own
red carpet."

"Just how should I go about doing that without being too obvious?"

"Bake some cookies, tape them to your legs, then go over there with no
panties on and ask if they'd like some cookies."

Helen laughed, then said, "That's subtle - the old cookie on the
thighs ploy - the baker's beaver, gets 'em every time."

"You'll probably get a nasty yeast infection, but a good fucking is
worth it. Don't put any cookies in your pussy lips, you might even
avoid the infection."

"Good safety tip. Darcy, we need to talk like this more often. I find
it a joy to be completely open with you. There is a whole other side
to you that I have never seen, and that side is a pure joy. I wish
your father could see your underside. He spends good money on pussy
that isn't half that good."

"I think he spends good money on pussy that isn't half as good as what
he married. I think men are like that. Strange pussy is always better
than the familiar."

"Thank you, Darcy. I happen to agree with you. I know he isn't buying
better then I offer for free. That really frosts my behind."

"Show me your pussy. I was also coached on what to do if you did that.
I already sniffed the panties like I was nuts about the smell. Now,
I'd like to see if the rest works. Gloria swears I can suck you into
being a bad mommy and a naughty wife. I'd sure like to give that a
try."

"I wouldn't mind seeing that myself. Get naked, then let's see what
you can do with this pussy."

Darcy got naked in a hurry. Helen made a beaver that rivaled Darcy's
as Darcy went to her knees and pressed palms to the inner thighs,
framing the pussy. That was one very wet pussy, a gash, a hairy
preacher's wife gash, a slobbery maw, but a very pretty and clean
smelling one. Darcy dove right in. Helen swooned. When Darcy sucked
and diddled the pisser, Helen did something she swore she could never
do. She pissed with someone sucking on her pussy and enjoyed doing
that very much - felt decadent - wicked - perverted - even nasty. That
felt like something that belonged across the street. Her husband could
not agree more.

HUSBAND!

What the fuck was he doing there! How long had he been there? Why
wasn't he heard? How did he get so close undetected? Helen knew she
should have pissed with her eyes open but closing them felt so damn
good until her husband said, "Helen, what in God's name are you doing?
Are you urinating?"

Helen pissed all in Darcy's face when Darcy shot back. Helen couldn't
cut it off as fast as Darcy could break contact, but that did answer
his question. She did stop urinating but grabbed her cunt to do it.
There she sat looking at a preacher checking out his naked, wet-faced
daughter. Darcy stood and wiped her face. Daddy looked at her tits and
her pussy. Helen put her dress down, then sat up, and said, "Roland,
let me explain."

Still looking Darcy over, he said, "Please do. I can't wait to hear
this."

Helen thought for sure she could think of something, but nothing came
to her - nothing - a total blank. Darcy saw this and said, "Dad, this
was all my fault. I was telling Mom about this crazy fantasy I had
that was driving me nuts. I begged her to let me try it so that I
could get those wicked thoughts out of my head. I have been pestering
her for three weeks. She finally gave in, but she did that to help
free me of a demon that has been torturing me."

"I see. Are you free?"

"I do feel better."

He looked to Helen and said, "Do you feel good about what you did?"

"If this helps her, yes. If it doesn't, I see no harm in trying."

"You see no harm in urinating in our daughter."

"Urine is sterile, Roland. I know that can't harm her. Some demon has
her craving the urine from her mother's vagina. It sounds awful. It
looks awful, but I see no harm in indulging that demon. I did see the
harm that letting her suffer with that unquenched demon. A mother
can't stand to see her child suffer like that. She asked a simple
favor, thinking that quenching that demon's thirst might make it move
on. We both knew that denying it only made it angry. If she feels
better, maybe quenching is working. At this stage, I am willing to try
anything."

He looked from Helen to Darcy, letting his eyes linger and roam over
the nude body of his daughter before looking back to Helen to say, "Do
what you think is best, but casting out demons is my profession. There
is a right way to go about doing these things. If I were a plumber and
we had a leaky fawcet, I would think you would bring that to my
attention."

"True, but if the leak were between your daughter's legs, I would try
to fix it myself. If that failed, I would then turn to a plumber who
was not her father."

Again he surveyed the daughter who didn't appear to be at all shy,
made no attempt to hide anything, and didn't seem to mind her pussy
being stared at. The mother minded and placed a shielding hand over
the girl's crotch, which made him look to the mother and say, "I am a
man of the cloth and her father, but I am still a man who appreciates
feminine beauty. She doesn't seem to be shy, so would you mind
removing your hand?"

Helen drew her hand back, saying, "Fine, stare at your daughter's
pussy, but if we need professional help, you have just disqualified
yourself. Your erection is only making matters worse. I was trying to
spare you further embarrassment, but you are obviously proud of the
fact that your daughter's nude body sexually arouses you. I am sure
she is very impressed. Then again, she is only fourteen. A penis of
that magnitude would impress a girl her age. Take it out and show it
to her. Maybe she'll swoon, fall to he knees, and suck it for you.
Maybe you'd like to help quench this piss demon."

Darcy fought back a smirking smile, proud of the way her mom took the
offensive. Daddy looked to Darcy and said, "Would that help?"

Darcy wasn't expecting that, nor was Helen. The wife sat back and
folded her arms, looking to the daughter. Darcy looked to his obvious
erection, then up to his hopeful eyes, then said, "Can't hurt."

Fishing out his erection, he said, "Then, we should all do our part."

He produced a respectable penis about half the size of Buck's, just
her size and a very attractive penis it was. Darcy went to her knees
and took it into her mouth, cupped his balls, and pumped the shaft,
delivering him to some type of Heaven. She seemed to absolutely love
his cock and balls. Whores never act that way and a wife won't. Roland
absolutely loved having his cock and balls fawned over by a naked you
girl doing it for free. For him, that was Heaven.

He, too, closed his eyes, placed hands on her head, and savored a
great blowjob like he never got from a wife. The wife was now seeing
her second blowjob, now with a naked cock sucker and doing it right -
on her knees and sucking cock. This was harder to watch without
masturbating than the first one. She managed for a while but finally
caved in, made a beaver, and went at it with both hands just as Roland
opened his eyes. That sight opened them a lot. He never saw her do
that before.

That sight made him cum in his daughter's mouth. She kept on sucking.
When his dick softened, he pissed. She drank all that down. He watched
in awe, glancing frequently to his masturbating wife, just as awed by
that sight. When Darcy came off the dick, she looked to the wide
beaver as her mother said, "There's more if you want it."

Darcy crawled over and glued her mouth to a wide open cunt. While she
sucked cunt, Roland got down to examine her ass and pussy up close and
personal. Darcy widened her kneeling stance to make that easier. He
appreciated that and Helen had an orgasm while watching him do that.
They were helping Darcy out with this nasty demon. Roland was trying
to lure it out of the pussy so that he could club it with his holy
dick.

Roland got another erection while playing with his daughter's sexy
body. Helen was enjoying a good suck job with both feet hung on the
corners of her chair, laid wide, watching decadence unfold in her own
home. She watched her fully erect husband get in position directly
behind her daughter, preparing to do something unthinkable. Before
Helen could cry out, "Fuck her, Roland, fuck her!" He was.

He did because he had a daughter acting like a bitch in heat. Her
loins begged fucking. That was no piss demon, that was a full-blown
incest demon. There was only one way to handle one of those nasty
critters. You fuck hell out of it while the mother fucks the face,
trapping the nasty rascal between a father's cock and a mother's cunt
where it gets bashed back and forth like a ping pong ball. Unless it
comes flying out the asshole and escapes. To prevent that, he kept a
thumb up her asshole. That fucker was trapped.

You would think Darcy had a wild incest demon trapped inside her body
- frantic, in a panic, raising holy hell. You would think that. Her
mother came several times, but Darcy kept on cumming and cumming. A
Daddy thumb up her ass was her undoing. That man had the thumb of a
professional hitch-hiker. Her mom could flat lay open a cunt for a
girl. Darcy discovered that she had decadent parents when she was sure
they were hopelessly not. They were not only decadent, they were
nasty, lusty, very horny, and loved children with nice titties.

They were in no hurry. They took Darcy into the master bedroom, got
naked, got on the bed with her, and loved the fuck out of her - for
three fucking hours. Darcy was so wasted, she passed out only to
awaken at four in the morning being fucked again. She awoke again at
five-thirty being sucked on again. Since she had to piss, she did,
then went back to sleep nursing both parents at her breasts. She
finally awoke with bright sunlight filling the room, nursing on her
father who sat astride her chest feeding her the weeny. Turns out he
needed to piss, and her mom had to go real bad. She hurried him like a
little girl who had to go real bad.

Sooner or later, someone was going to have to let some go into the
sewer system. The more they kept passing it back and forth, the
stronger it got. Strong yellow piss bordering on orange syrup might
still be sterile, but so is toxic waste sludge. Darcy got a mouthful
from her dad and projectile vomitted that all over him, then had
convulsive dry heaves as he got off to quickly hop in the shower.
Helen thought she had best go pee in the toilet. Darcy needed to go
hop in the shower with her pop. She did that and made a shower memory
which was joined by Helen to make that memory very special. After they
showered, they turned on the water and rinsed it off.

The Hightowers learned that some pee is good for drinking and some is
good for wearing. Drink clear, wear yellow. Any Fuller could have told
them that. Yellow pee will make a person sick, and a golden shower
isn't golden unless the piss is. Everyone on the Fuller side of the
street knew that.

The Hightowers crossed the street as a family and were warmly
received. Gloria latched onto the preacher man. Buck scooped up that
preacher doll. The Fuller boys gang banged Darcy then held her for the
mutts while Buck, Helen, Roland, and Gloria drank beer, smoked after-
sex cigarettes and watched the mutts get some off the sexy little
bitch. Turns out the little bitch had a mutt demon in her, too - fancy
that.

The Fuller Hell's half acre was a very good place for a good Christian
family to relax and unwind after a hard day of being good and decent.
The best part was, it was free - fancy that. :-)

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