** I decided to take a different twist on this chapter. Enjoy.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and the sun was shining at the Brady house, because of course, the sun is ALWAYS shining at the Brady's. Greg Brady was sitting up in his groovy attic, smoking as usual. He had been smoking all day, and by this point was totally shit-faced. He wanted Marcia. He was plotting to get her up into his room and getting her stoned so he could get it on with her. He opened his door and yelled down the stairs:
"MARCIA! Get your ass up here!"
"Hold on you shit hole, I'm putting new batteries in my vibrator!".
The thought of Marcia fucking a piece of flesh colored plastic instead of him made Greg mad. He could feel his high waning, so he went back upstairs and took a few more hits of his pipe.
"What do you want?" Marcia was at the top of the stairs
Greg could feel his sausage throbbing in his pants. "Just wanted to know if you want to smoke, that's all."
"Oh. Sure why not- I'm always up for the greenery!"
Sure enough, after about an hour of smoking Marcia was fucked up. But this point Greg thought his dick was going to explode out of his bell- bottoms. He put his arm around Marcia.
"You know, Marsh, that skirt looks really groovy on you."
"Really? Thanks Greg."
"Yeah, why don't you let me take it off you so I can look at it closer."
Marcia giggled. "Oh Greg, if you want to fuck you could just say so!"
Marcia whipped off her clothes, and Greg threw himself on her. The two were just getting hot and heavy, when Marcia said-
"Greg take it out for a minute while you, I want to put my charm bracelet on the table so it doesn't get caught".
Greg tried to pull his winkie out of her. He pulled and pulled, grunting from the strain, but he couldn't get it out.
"Shit!" he said "It's stuck"
"WHAT?!? What the fuck do you mean it's stuck?!?"
"I don't know! I guess I'm just too much man Marcia."
"Well I don't care what the fuck you are, if you can't get it out I'm gonna cut it off!"
Marcia grabbed his ding-dong with both her hands pulled as hard as she could. His thingy popped out, and sent Marcia flying across the room from the force. Her naked body lay in a heap against the window. Pulling herself up, she fixed her hair.
"God dammit Greg! I'm going to get tangles because of you! Keep your fucking dick out of me from now on!"
Greg was rolling on the bed laughing at the sight of Marcia flying naked across the room.
"Hey whatever man, it's not much fault its too big to fit there. Now go away, I want to smoke my pot."
So Marcia put on her clothes back on and left Greg in peace to smoke his weed and dream about Marcia's naked body flying across the room.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and the sun was shining at the Brady house, because of course, the sun is ALWAYS shining at the Brady's. Greg Brady was sitting up in his groovy attic, smoking as usual. He had been smoking all day, and by this point was totally shit-faced. He wanted Marcia. He was plotting to get her up into his room and getting her stoned so he could get it on with her. He opened his door and yelled down the stairs:
"MARCIA! Get your ass up here!"
"Hold on you shit hole, I'm putting new batteries in my vibrator!".
The thought of Marcia fucking a piece of flesh colored plastic instead of him made Greg mad. He could feel his high waning, so he went back upstairs and took a few more hits of his pipe.
"What do you want?" Marcia was at the top of the stairs
Greg could feel his sausage throbbing in his pants. "Just wanted to know if you want to smoke, that's all."
"Oh. Sure why not- I'm always up for the greenery!"
Sure enough, after about an hour of smoking Marcia was fucked up. But this point Greg thought his dick was going to explode out of his bell- bottoms. He put his arm around Marcia.
"You know, Marsh, that skirt looks really groovy on you."
"Really? Thanks Greg."
"Yeah, why don't you let me take it off you so I can look at it closer."
Marcia giggled. "Oh Greg, if you want to fuck you could just say so!"
Marcia whipped off her clothes, and Greg threw himself on her. The two were just getting hot and heavy, when Marcia said-
"Greg take it out for a minute while you, I want to put my charm bracelet on the table so it doesn't get caught".
Greg tried to pull his winkie out of her. He pulled and pulled, grunting from the strain, but he couldn't get it out.
"Shit!" he said "It's stuck"
"WHAT?!? What the fuck do you mean it's stuck?!?"
"I don't know! I guess I'm just too much man Marcia."
"Well I don't care what the fuck you are, if you can't get it out I'm gonna cut it off!"
Marcia grabbed his ding-dong with both her hands pulled as hard as she could. His thingy popped out, and sent Marcia flying across the room from the force. Her naked body lay in a heap against the window. Pulling herself up, she fixed her hair.
"God dammit Greg! I'm going to get tangles because of you! Keep your fucking dick out of me from now on!"
Greg was rolling on the bed laughing at the sight of Marcia flying naked across the room.
"Hey whatever man, it's not much fault its too big to fit there. Now go away, I want to smoke my pot."
So Marcia put on her clothes back on and left Greg in peace to smoke his weed and dream about Marcia's naked body flying across the room.