THC infused pumpkin bread - indica strain

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 indica strand THC. These pretty sexy vixens are going to be stoned like fireplaces! Low fat, of course. You have your friend at the local bakery prepare a special batch of the weed-infused pumpkin bread. You decide indica is the perfect way to go because it's chill and won’t cause any paranoia (especially important for casual or first time users).

Unfortunately for you, however, the indica pumpkin bread is a little bit too much of a strong hit. The chill and relaxing qualities of the weed turn the first couple of girls, Mimi among them in a lovely Saint Pauli girl beerwench knockoff, into stoner zombies. By the time the party is in full swing, several of the first weedeaters are passed out on the couch, drawing the wrong kind of gazes and chitchat. Soon, the other half are upstairs, tucked into bed. We were going for getting fucked in here, not tucked in... Not many of the other partygoing revelers follow the example. With the majority of the party attendees passing on that 'wicked bread', you’re left with a hefty amount of leftovers.

There’s definitely some action at the party, you note.

Indeed, some of the girls are so passively liberated from the indica THC that they are easy targets for the handsy party boys who arrive late, wolves amongst drunk sheep. While there is nothing resembling dancing with the low-key atmosphere, young bodies are engaged in a lot of dry humping and slow grinding on the cleared out living room that serves for the dance floor. Blondes push their bangs out of their face, flushed. Redheads giggle coyly and jiggle what Jesus gave them. The boys press on them, literally, hands on hips, fingers tracing collar bones, a bump from behind becomes boner-wedging dry humping if the chick doesn't move away. Plenty don't, they're that stoned.

As the party dies down early ( to Erin's chagrin, and yours) the wasted girls are picked off and brought to various alcoves, back to the boys' dorm or college town rooms, or sneak upstairs, especially to the second floor.

Alexis is one such early departure. With her eyes closed 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 a burly jock scoops her up for his own pillow-biting prize. Alexis's massive, silicone tits bounce unapologetically as he pulls her out from the party, into his car, away from the Delta Delta sorority house, fir a more private soirée.

And by midnight, the place is mostly 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.

You try to pair off with Erin, but she has absconded upstairs with Mimi. Protective of the innocent Asian knockout, Erin has swooped up and announces she’s “taking Mimi to bed", where you doubt Mimi will get to sleep without being molested a little bit by her sorority president blonde.

"Let’s try something different for the next party, shall we?" Erin grits her teeth as she hoists Mimi upstairs from the 2nd to 3rd floor. "It'll be a Masquerade event. You better not fuck it up or we're through."

As you stand in the 2nd story stairway frustrated at yourself, you notice that there’s loud music and quite a lot of giggling coming from a specific Delta Delta sophomore's locked room. Lati is apparently throwing quite the side-event...and you’re not sure how people in there are all managing... It sounds much more upbeat, and from the squeals and giggles, much more frisky and erotic.

You think about knocking on the door and seeing what's going on, but you decide you'd better get the hundreds of dollars of Indica-bread secured instead. Adding almost a G to your losses already isn't what you'd like to do right now...

Those are the breaks.

Maybe you’ll do better next time…