Barnie's Women - A Teaser
Priscilla, sipping whiskey, glared at her sister in law Constance's cunt. Constance sat across her on the luxurious green Chesterfield sofa in a short meagre nightdress, wearing nothing underneath, her legs spread out as if she was drying her pussy. She was reading "Satan is a Woman" by Gil Brewer. The evening was hot and humid, but a tranquilizing wind blew in through the window and provided comfort every now and then. The Kitty Wells song "It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels" played on the radio. A rectangular wooden teapoy with their drinks and a candle sat between Priscilla and Constance. Barnie, Priscilla?s brother and Constance?s husband sat on an oak chair, drinking rye whiskey, a little away from them. The whiskey had taken a hold of him and he paid them no mind.
The candlelight cast a soft glow over the pink pallor of Constance's white thighs, while endowing a lambent gleam across the red pubic hair that animated her cunt. Did all redheads have red forests down there? Priscilla wondered as she took a sip of whiskey to ease her beating heart.
Priscilla's gaze shifted briefly from Constance's cunt to her face which was a picture of concentration as she read the dirty book. If she was aware of Priscilla?s gaze, she wasn?t showing it. There were drops of sweat on her large forehead and her cheeks. The bitch was sweating.
Her attention was diverted to a smell in the air. A robust camphorated odour of sex. Was it emanating out of Constance's cunt? Was she becoming aroused as she read the dirty book? Had her vaginal juices flown into and mixed with the sweat trapped in her claret pubic hair? Could she, Priscilla, get down on all fours, and walk like a doggie to where her sister in law sat and sniff that gleaming malodorous vermillion pussy? Would it outrage the Southern modesty of her brother, the mild-mannered Barnie? Or would he silently cheer the sexual union of his wife and sister as he ambled in his oak chair, his alcohol dulled senses brought back to life by their amatory struggle?
But Constance stood up, closing her legs, placing the book on the wooden table, taking her empty glass in her hand, looking over at Priscilla, beaming a wanton inviting smile and then walking towards the bar. Priscilla?s eyes pursued Constance, pursued her taut butt and her long white legs. She was barefoot. There was something primitive about a woman who did not wear shoes around the house. As if she begged to be taught a lesson about Southern decorum.
Priscilla got off her chair and followed Constance.
Behind the bar, Constance pouring whiskey, watched Priscilla walk purposefully towards her. She entered the space behind the bar and placed one hand on the bar, another on her hip and looked at Constance, her demeanour suggesting hostility. Constance filled her glass to the brim with whiskey.
?When the trucks come to get the whiskey, you aint plannin? on giving them water from the pond are you??, said Priscilla sarcastically. Constance thought her sister in law looked sexy in her denim shorts and tight shirt.
?What have we here? Carrie Nation walked out from the grave??, said Constance, coolly.
Barnie had stopped drinking whiskey and now watched his wife and sister facing each other behind the bar.
Whiskey filled to the brim of the glass; Constance took a long sip of it.
?Did you like lookin at my pussie??, asked Constance. Taunting.
?I din know you were red down there?, Priscilla did not miss a beat.
?You thought redheads had yellow pussies? My pussie is redder than fresh blood baby?.
Priscilla took a step towards Constance. Constance braced herself.
?Say ?. I always wondered. Do blondes have blonde pussies? Or are blondies black down there??, Constance? tone dripped with curiosity.
?You would like to know, wouldn?t you?? said Priscilla. She grabbed the bottle and took a swig. Then she removed her denim shorts and dropped it to the floor. When she pulled her shirt up, Constance saw a large bush of golden hair.
?Oh my! There?s more gold down there than the Colorado valley?, said Constance admiringly. She placed her glass on the bar top and lifted her skimpy night dress to reveal her blood red hair.
The women stood admiring each other?s glowing pubic hair.
?Scarlett and gold. Could be a song written by Elvis about his girlfriend?s pussies?, said Priscilla.
They giggled.
Barnie watched them, putting his glass of whiskey down onto the small teapoy beside him. Priscilla moved towards Constance and they bumped their red and golden pussies against each other. Priscilla dropped the bottle onto the bar floor as she grabbed a bit of Constance?s naked butt. It did not break but the bar floor was awash with rye whiskey.
Their clothes came off and the sister-in-laws locked together in a furious hug. Their full breasts jousted, and they locked mouths, tasting rye whiskey on each other?s tongues. As they kissed, they lowered each other onto the whiskey strewn floor.
A head popped over the bar and saw the naked white bodies writhing in rye whiskey. It was Barnie, watching his women wrangle.
to be continued .....
Last edited by kamafight; September 5th, 2019 at 10:03 PM.
Kama,
No insult intended. But if you're lookin' to create an ambiance of "trailer park trash" you've succeeded magnificently!
If not, then disregard the above. LOL
Either way, this is GREAT stuff!!! Looking forward to the rest.
A.P.
Plus, I learned a new word! TEAPOY. Cool!
that's exactly the ambience i intended to create, apenman. i love redneck movies.Originally Posted by apenman
glad you liked it.
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