Halloween

 The Halloween party had been a blast for Fany. Plenty of treats-booze, weed and pills; only fun tricks-The wicked wasted witch had lost most of her costume, when she won the alcoholic apple bob. (A tub full of spiked punch, apples carved with numbers, 1-4. The number told the player how many shots to drink, before resuming their quest for more apples. Each player got three minutes. The player with the most shot won. Fany won with 2 apples and 6 shots). Thus Fanny was drunk, high and topless after her Halloween party. Most of the other guests had gone home or passed out. 

Fany was pretty far gone, barely able to stay on her chair as she played with her big tits. “Trick orr treat?” she asked you. You could tell the beautiful witch was wasted, and really didn’t need any more to drink, but you couldn't help yourself, and grabbed a bottle of Hennessy and presented it to her.

“Sweed, gime summ uhf thad,” she slurred when she finally noticed the bottle you held out to her. The bottle was already open, so you simply reached forward and pressed the bottle to her luscious lips. She happily drank. When you finally removed the bottle from her lips, she sat swaying, enjoying the new influx of alcohol into her system. As it joined froces with the booze, weed and pills already in control, she eventually slurred, Yer turn, whad d'you wann big boy? trick orr treat?”

“Treat, Fanny,” you tell the wasted witch.

“Eye eye, Cap’in," she answered. In a feat of what could only be wasted witchcraft, Fany somehow stood. She stumbled about her tits bobbing like the apples had earlier, and grabbed a joint. You expected her to have difficulty lighting the joint, but the wasted witch was no novice at her craft, and soon had it lit. Joint in mouth, she then plopped down backwards on the chair and made a show of twerking her ass for you.

You happily watched the show, which lasted until the wasted witch had smoked the joint. Then the wasted witch Fanny stood and clumsily staggered over to the ashtray, where she deposited the smoked joint. As she picked up a bottle of wine, she asked, “How didya liyke thad treat?”

As she drank, you told her, “Wicked. You are one fantastic wicked wasted witch.” Then you watched in awe as she grabbed an assortment of pills and gobbled them up like candy. 

“Sssang yoo,” she told you before finishing the wine. You could see the new wave of intoxication wash over her, as she stumbled forward and knocked over the chair. “Yes, (hic) my preee(hic)ty, i am wi(hic)ed wayssed. (hic) I love it, ann (hic) yoo love it (hic),” she remarked as you moved the chair. Then she began a strip tease of her panties as she twerked her ass.

Once her pantys were off, she cast a spell, “Im flyin', (hic) wicked wayssed (hic), burnn, zzzrunk; (hic) hurry ann fffuck (hic) me.” You were under the wicked wasted witch’s spell, and happily obliged.

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This blog contains nudity, adult themes and sexual situations that is intended for mature adults and is pure fantasy. It contains works of fiction and artwork, and does not condone drug use, huge breasts, or unprotected sex - all of which can be harmful in real life.