Holloween Party

 

“Audrey, Sadie, are you ready for the Halloween Party?,” you called out as you entered the bedroom.

“Yes, my preee,” the raven haired beauties slurred together.

You stopped dead in your tracks. Before you, helping each other stand, where two mischievous witches, adorned in nothing but their tall, pointed hats and vibrant orange-striped tights. Tights that the two witches hadn't even pulled over their tight asses. On the liquor cart was an assortment of booze, pills, and weed. 

"Uh, are you guys planning on actually wearing a costume to the party?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, despite your arousal. 

Audrey let out a loud cackle, her eyes glazed over from a mixture of alcohol and drugs. "Whoo needs a cossume wenn yoo alrenny look thiss gooond?" she slurred, picking up a bottle of alcohol from the cart, opening and then drinking from it.

Sadie meanwhile took a drag of a joint, before breaking free from Audrey and stumbled over to you, her eyes wide and unfocused. "Yeah, wee're the hoddezz wishes in town, ride auds?" she mumbled, almost falling into you.

You couldn't help but chuckle at their lack of modesty, wondering how they managed to get themselves into such a state before the party had even begun.

"Are you two sure you're going to make it through the night?" you asked, trying to hold back your laughter. Audrey and Sadie just grinned mischievously, their eyes twinkling with excitement.

"Come on, guys, we need to at least try to put together some kind of costume," you said, trying to sound authoritative.

“Marshal, wee arr in cossume,” Audrey said as she staggered towards you and Sadie. Sadie took the bottle from Audrey, and Audrey took the joint from Sadie.

You realized that at least they weren’t too intoxicated yet if they recognized your Marshal costume. “But girls, you can’t go out topless,” you said, giving their firm tits a squeeze, before continuing, “and with your bare bums hanging out,” giving them each a playful slap to the bun, and finishing with, “and you’redrunk and high. I may have to throw you in jail to sober up.”

“Oh, marshal, wee're sorry,” they said, stumbling into you and beginning to kiss you. “Doan throw us in jail,” they said between kisses and swigs of alcohol. 

“Alright girls,” you say as you undo your belt, “Ive got a magic wand for you.” 

“Oh, sssang yoo marshal,” they say as you pull them onto the bed. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Dont be silly

Image
  https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2023/11/are-you-trying-to-get-me-drunk.html Even as you spoke, she consumed half the glass of wine, and then closed her eyes and playfully stuck her tongue out.  “I c'n be silly (hic) iff i wanna,” she tells you, before drinking the rest of her glass. “That you can be. But don’t say I’m trying to get you drunk.” you say as you refill her glass. “You don’t have to drink that-I'm not making you” you tell her, pointing to her refilled glass. “Bud, iss soo (hic) gooond.  I canned (hic) waizz it,” she says before beginning to drink it. She stops midway and adds, “Yoo may nod (hic) be stryin' t' ged me (hic) zzzrunk, bud i (hic) thing i will be (hic) soon,” and resumes drinking the wine in her glass.  “What makes you say that? I you ask me youre barely tipsy” you ask, as you refill her glass, emptying the bottle. “Thiss'zz (hic) my sevennh glazz (hic) uhf wine?,” she noted as she drank it. “ann (hic)how many cockt(hic)ails did i h...
Read more

Little Sally

Image
  “It ok li'l sally, close yer eyes ann lean on aunn loddi.  Im zzzrunk too, bud i wo'nn led yoo fall.  Stroke uncle frankies hard cock.  He loves it wenn zzzrunk girls ssroke it,” Lottie told her 18 year old, wasted drunk niece. Lottie loved getting drunk, loved getting other girls drunk and loved that her husband loved drunk girls.  A few weeks ago, Lottie had met her sister, Sally's mother for lunch-well a martini lunch. “I caught sally comin' home zzzrunk lazz week,” Dottie slurred. “Whad'd yoo doo?”, Sally asked. “Nothing-i wuz zzzrunk too.” “Welll i guezz the apple didn’t fall too far frum the tree.” “Im sooo proud uhf my li'l girl,” Dottie remarked and drank her martini.  “Still, shes sooo young.  Juzz eighteen,” Lottie remarked. “Oh, i nowe.  Shay, maybe yoo coud give herr summ lessons, liyke aunn fran did us?,” Dottie asked. “Grade idea.  How 'bout shhe ssays wiss me furra weekenn inna few weeks,” and so it was decided. “Yer the cool...
Read more

Brereakfast

Image
Breakfast Under the warm Mediterranean sun, she leaned over the table, her wide-brimmed Louis Vuitton hat casting a playful shadow over her face, as the scent of freshly prepared brunch wafted through the air. The azure sea glistened before her, mirroring the vibrant blue ribbon on her hat. She savored the moment, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of the ocean. She was still drunk from last night, too drunk to care that she was on the balcony in just her skimpy white lace underwear with lavender flowers. The french toast was beautiful, but her muddled brain was trying to decide what to drink. Champaign, Vodka, or orange cocktail.  Under the warm Mediterranean sun, she leaned over the table, her wide-brimmed Louis Vuitton hat casting a playful shadow over her face, as the scent of freshly prepared brunch wafted through the air. The azure sea glistened before her, mirroring the vibrant blue ribbon on her hat. She savored the moment, the gentle breeze carrying whispers of the ocean....
Read more