The Antebellum Pussie Possie: Part 9

Harvest Boasting

By Bardot1990. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

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Her Story

(The following story is set in Northeast Louisiana in December 1844, the antebellum South. It is a harvest celebration. The language used is authentically Southern from the time period. All of the characters mentioned herein are between 18 and 21 years of age. This is the first of a series of stories told from both the female and the male perspectives.)

Friday night finally arrived. East Louisianans from far and near showed up for the celebration, some with slaves in tow. The Leone's, the Bannisters, the Greens, the Thompkins, the Jenkins, the Mullins, the Gastons, the Harknesses and a plethora of other farm families showed up along with various riff raff, drunks and drifters looking for a good time. Or a fight. The Harvest Dance attracted attendees from all walks of life.

Annie Leone quickly gathered up her Pussy Posse, Gretchen Thompkins, Mary Lynn and Polly Lynn Bannister, Janice Leone and Fanny Harkness, and set out to flame the neighborhood.

As per usual with such an egalitarian collection of hens, the gossip and the braggadocio superceded all other considerations.

Janice Leone: "Fanny Harkness! You fabulous hussy, you! I hear tell you did it to my brother the other Sunday. In the church basement! He said he made you pee on the floor!"

Fanny Harkness: "If he told you that, he's a lie and the truth ain't in him. I might've did it to him but I ain't peed. I told that melonhead not to say nuttin' about that, anyway. I lay he won't be gettin' nary nuther drop of my cunt, or it'll be 'Katie bar the door!'"

Gretchen Thompkins: "You give Jakie some cunt? I thought you liked Jimmy Gaston?"

Fanny: "Jimmy's too slow. I practically offered it to him and he ain't took the bait. What've I gotta do, hitch my skirt up and cock it up in his face?"

Janice: "Well, you ain't gotta drop no hints with Jake. You could have three pairs of bloomers on and that lunkhead could sniff you out if you crossed your legs in church. He might be quick on the draw, but he knows his cooch."

Polly Lynn Bannister: "Quick on the draw? I hear tell he cain't last a minute. 'Specially if its fresh. Like mine."

Annie Leone: "Did you say fresh? Like your n? That ain't what Prescott Gaston says."

Polly Lynn: " Prescott Gaston is a lie. I ain't give him none."

Gretchen: "But you said,"

Polly Lynn: "Shut up, Gretch."

Annie: " Prescott says he give you the poke at the Revival meetin'. And he says you is the one that was quick."

Polly Lynn (relenting on her obvious lie): " Prescott said, ? Oh, yeah. I'd forgot about that. Musta didn't make much of a impression. And why are you talkin' to Prescott about me for? What business is it of your'n?"

Annie: "I give him some the other week, that's why. I ain't a-feared to say it. He said he's got a big un, bigger'n a blackie. I wanted to try him out."

(All the girls tittered at this startling admission.)

Polly Lynn: "So you give him some. How'd you know I ain't wanted a follow up? Maybe I had him down as my possible