THC infused pumpkin bread - sativa strand

Erin leaves the preparations to you, once she hears the cool and very classy way to get the girls high, fly, and ready bare their thighs. Pumpkin bread, packed with a potent infusion of Sativa strand THC. These young sexy vixens are going to be high like kites! Low fat, of course. You have your friend at the local bakery prepare a special batch of the weed-infused pumpkin bread. You decide sativa is the perfect way to go because it's more invigorating and won’t take too long to prove efficacious. (especially important a party centered on sex and hooking up, like all Halloween parties are).

And just like Bron Bones in the Sleepy Hallow legend, you come through with the W selecting your 'Sticky Ickybod' strain. The sativa pumpkin bread creeps up on the girls in all the right ways, perking them up and making them crush their alcoholic beverages all the harder. The alert and hair-raising qualities of the weed turn the first couple of girls, Mimi among them in a lovely Saint Pauli girl beerwench knockoff, into twerking, flirting, shameless sluts.

By the time the party is in full swing, several of the first weedeaters are screaming drunk, gyrating on each other, fumbling around on leather couches, drawing all the right kind of gazes and chitchat. Soon, half the campus is trying to get into Erin's house, and the party spills into the upstairs, rebel-rousers cavorting in common rooms and living quarters alike. Music blares from all the windows, and the sorority has to turn latecomers away. This place is jumping, and all the Greek houses (male or female) take note of how the partygoing revelers at Delta Delta get down this night. With to-go orders starting to come in for more of your 'sick bread', you call your bakery friend up and get him firing up more batch that'll score you a couple thousands of dollars of income the next few days.

There’s definitely some insane action at the party, you note, when you get done on the phone, making all the boss moves.

Indeed, some of the girls are so sexually liberated from the sativa THC that they are eager participants for the handsy party boys who arrive, wolves amongst horny sheep. While there is a ton of dancing with the up-tempo atmosphere, several young bodies are engaged in coitus right on the dance floor. Flesh to flesh humping and penetrating grinding on the jam-packed living room that serves for the Delta Delta's dance floor. Blondes push their bangs out of their face, giggling as gropers finger their flooded slits, legs spreading to receive the touch. Redheads scream shrilly and cup their breasts, standing on tables and the bar length, sticking their tongues out and showing the whole world the goods that Jesus gave them.

The boys press on them, literally, hands in waistbands, fingers tracing the innermost bumps of leaking pussies. Strangers make out shamelessly, girls' hands tug at guys' boners. Dry humping becomes seeded snatches if the chick doesn't move away. Plenty don't, they're having that much fun, and everyone around is losing control, too, so there's no fear of judgment.

As the party hits its zenith early ( to Erin's delight, and yours) the compliant high girls are picked off and brought to various alcoves, into closet spaces, bathroom stalls. Some get at it right in the halls, especially up on the second floor.

Alexis is one such early departure. With her eyes freaked-the-fuck-wide and unsteady on her feet from just 3/4 of a piece of bread, Alexis lets anybody and everybody touch her up on the dance floor. She’s not dressed up for Halloween, but she’s such a major slut that she passes anyway. As the guys help themselves to the petite fuck dolls oversized breasts and sultry and gyrating waist, she’s almost mounted like a dog straight up against the fireplace before you find Alexis. You grab the petite bimbo and snarl as you kiss her possessively. Alexis's massive, silicone tits rub into your chest as they pop out of her top, she purrs and gives you soft, sexy bites, as you French her booze-lubed mouth.

"Do I know you?" Alexis's dark eyes dance with stoned stupor.

You pull her downstairs into the basement for a more private soirée. It's busy down here too. There are people fumbling at zippers in the small exercise room, a huge crowd gathers, huffing nitrous oxide out of a steel tank in the laundry room, $5 a balloon, bro. The Delta Delta sorority dining room, where you first met Erin and all these girls, is an impromptu dance space, just as carnal and uproarious as the upstairs one. Someone's taken the good sense to bring back 90's electronica, you note, as the sounds of Phrakture and the Crystal Method blare out of stereos. Alexis brings your fingers to her lips and licks your digits, gyrating to the rhythmn, thrusting her snatch to rub against the jeans covering your diamond-cutting boner.

You spot a door open, a bathroom. You grab Alexis's wrist, shove past the collegiate co-eds waiting for it, and scream at them:'Get bent, I got shit to do in here'. You pull Alexis into the bathroom and lock the door.

Alexis bumps into the sink and staggers, but you bear down on her, Frenching the petite bimbo fuckslut while you rip her clothing off of her. Alexis's manicured, tiny hands are all over you, under your shirt and in your hair, but mostly jacking you off through the strained fabric of your jeans.

"Oh yeah, what a slab of meat." Alexis riles you up. "Fuck yeah, you wanna shoot up my cunt right here? I shaved today."

You spit on your hand, running it up and down the girth, aiming it at Alexis's slutty, hairless opening. This little cunny is wasted and dripping, fat pussy lips twitching on the crown of your rod. You shove Alexis on the sink and punch into her cunt with no waylaying.

"Oh my god, yes. Fuck me. Use my hole." Alexis's dark eyes go wide as you sink into her sex. The slut's cunt is super tight, but it's so slick and she's THC-laced so you can slam all of your uncompromising length in on the initial thrust. "Bend back my hole, baby."

You spit in Alexis's 20 year old face, fish-hooking the petite bimbo college Barbie while you drive into her. You feel something moist running over your loins, and you realize Alexis is gushing an aroused climax onto you. You savagely slam fuck her into the sink, rattling the porcelain and keeping up the **** on her cunt. Alexis's legs spear upward and, unbeknownst to you for a moment, she kicks the door latch open and the bathroom stall door falls ajar.

You batter and piston into Alexis, her pupils dilated, constantly cumming with her snatch quivering on you and her long fingernails sinking into the skin of your back. You switch your hands to Alexis's neck, wringing her windpipe. Her pussy goes nuts, clenching and churning on your dick. You **** her almost limp until you notice that, the bathroom door isn't just ajar, it's far open.

"Breed me, breed my sweet little snatch," Alexis begs the moment she gets the chance to draw breath. Her eyes are shut, a string of saliva blurping past her gasping lips. "Flood my guts, pretty please~"

You attract quite the attention, even down her in the sorority basement. Silhouettes of hovering male figures flicker in the low lights, some 'good girls' fluffing the lust-filled cocks while multiple eyes take in the sight of your ravaging Alexis.

You grasp Alexis by her bouncing hips, feeling the bones beneath her feminine frame. You start taking long, vigorous lunges, smashing into Alexis until you start to twitch and pop off inside of her.

You take your time, but the night the next day is a blur. You remember pushing Alexis up against the mirror while your ravage her. People taking pictures. Alexis biting her lips and begging you to rip her pussy to shreds. There was a lot, but you clearly remember the line of horny dudes as you finally leave her, dribbling your nectar, half-plastered to the bathroom sink.

"Who's next?" you ask.

It's almost 5am before the place is finally cleared out. One raven haired Delta Delta, the junkie pariah Ally, is back over in the alcove that houses the pool tables. There are about four or five Theta fraternity guys passing a joint and taking turns at the passed out druggie. Cute but flat, Ally is always in over her head, and tonight's another night she'll get turned into party goods. She's had at least three pieces of bread, and probably some of her own harder ****. The Theta guys rotate on Ally, basting her unprotected, passed-out pussy with loads of rapeseed. Splaying pale, alabaster Ally's legs over their shoulders, mechanically their hips and loads into her unprotected pussy while she lies passed out on the table.

It's far too late to contact Erin, but she you hear she's absconded upstairs with a few makeup-laden beauties, Mimi amongst them. Protective of the innocent Asian knockout, Erin has swooped up and announces she’s “taking Mimi to bed", where you doubt Mimi gets to sleep at night, instead likely being molested and **** to multiple lesbian orgasms by her sorority president blonde.

"Great success. On for next week?" Erin texts you the following morning. "It'll be a Masquerade event. Stakes are high, so bring your A game again."

You count the money you've made this weekend, stroking yourself at the memory. Maybe you’ll do even better next time?