The Brady Bunch gone wild
Alice was out of the house, it was Peter's chance to strike. Hunger grabbed at his loins as he dug through her clothes hamper, sweat blurring his vision, lust tearing at his mind, he dove into his distorted fantasy.
Quickly he ravaged for the return of Alice was quickly approaching. Blood thirsty he snatched up a pair of her moist panties and pressed them lovingly to his face, breathing in all the madding aromas' (Talc, sweat, a hint of pepper) peter unzipped his fly and released his not yet fully grown man hood. Like a beast he toiled, beating himself to a quivering pile of jelly.
Sensing eruption peter, with hands of lightning, happily placed Alice's panties in his crouch, and exploded with glee. Like a thief in the night he placed the forbidden object of lust, back in its place of honor and ran for the comfort of his room, mission accomplished.
Alice entered the Brady home and placed the family's meat loaf dinner on the Formica counter top, going straight for bathroom(she had to take a ten pound shit ever since she left the butcher shop) dropping her undines in mid stride she hit the bowl with a thunderous clap. Eyes rolling in her head and a soft whistle from her lips, Alice unleashed the squirming beast to its watery palace.
Reaching for the soft goodness about to be placed in her ass, Alice knew something was out of place. Finger scratching her head it took her a minute to realize that the hamper top was slightly askew. Moving the top ever so softly she knew what waited for her inside her crap catcher. Grabbing a pencil from her hair Alice gently lifted her (shit and now man soiled panties) from the hamper, gagging she quickly tossed them in the trash container and wiped with such force her ass seemed on fire.
Flushing she knew this has got to end, and when she finds out which of the Brady men is waxing poetic in her briefs there will be hell to pay. But for now she is going to wait, like a viper waits for its prey, and when the time is right, when it seems that all is clam she will catch the bastered and destroy their wonderful world.
Greg heard Peter slam his bedroom door all the way up in his attic room, but his crack induced haze would not allow him to move from his sheet less bed, only able to move one eye Greg looked for his now missing glass life line. Panicking his mind raced with the thought if the now missing pipe was somewhere setting his mattress ablaze. Breathing in and out Greg's mind relaxed for it was not fire he smelled, but his joy, crack smoke. Greg slowly drifted back off to sleep, with a hard on that could chop wood, his last thought before drifting off to slumber, was of the eight ball he would score tomorrow, just as soon as he could find an old lady to rob and pistol whip , ah he thought as sleep over took him crack is such a rush.
Carole Brady cried as she drove the family station wagon home from her daily romp with Rodrigo , she knew that cheating on mike was wrong, but the young Mexican she was banging was too good to give up and his cock was dream inducing. Putting in a monkeys 8 track, she hopes that the sound of Davey Jones would break her out of her funk. Two years she said to herself, I have been cheating on mike for two years, what the hell is wrong with me? Startled she never expected to get an answer, well her brain said you are a cock sucking slob who is letting a wet back load in you, with a chuckle she answers back, yea but boy is he worth the ride. Turning on to maple drive Carole brushes the tears from eyes, tosses back her hair and gets ready to put on a happy face for a family she now wishes was dead.
To be continued