Repost: WhiSky chick-Independance Day

 Repost from BB

Ski woke up nude, it was almost noon. As she lay in bed, she realized it was July 4. An American girl, she loved to celebrate Independence day with lots of whisky, beer, hot dogs, and fireworks. So Ski climbed out of bed. She stumbled, a little, her massive tits moved like a flag in breeze, "Guezz Im ssill a li'l titsy frum lazz night," she slurred. Then she staggered out to the kitchen. There, she had a shot of whisky and a banana for breakfast. Then she staggered to the bathroom and took a quick shower. As she dried her hair she had a shot of whiskey. Then she staggered to the closet, and picked out her flag dress. Dressed, she staggered out to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of Whiskey and staggered out onto the patio. She kissed her husband, who was at the grill. He squeezed her big melons, and greeted her "Morning, honny, how's my little WhiSki girl today?" 

"Gooond", she answered, as he took a photo:

"No bra, I see?" he asked.

She carefully sat the bottle on the railing, and then she staggered back and showed him, as he snapped a photo with his cell phone:

”Nooo bra” she answered him, as she 

swayed and smiled at her husband. 

He smiled back and then asked her, “So you remember our agreement on what you I want you to drink for not wearing a bra?”

Ski smiled broadly, staggered back and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. Holding it up, she slurred, “A shot uhf wiskey.” And then stuck her tongue out and made a “devil horns'' gesture to say “Hell, yeah!”

”Good girl,” he told her as she 

unscrewed the cap. Seeing no cups or glasses around, her husband told her, “just drink from the bottle.” 

Ski did as told and took a drink from the bottle. As she put the cap on, her husband asked, “how about panties?”

Boobs still out, Ski lifted her dress hem up and slurred, “Nooo unnerware.” 

”You know what that means, 

Right?” Her husband asked.

“Yup, 'nuzzer shot” she answered. She unscrewed the cap and took another drink. 

Once she had replaced the cap, her husband asked, “Foods about ready, what do you want for lunch, a hot dog or hamburger?”

“Hod dog” his wife answered with a giggle. In her state of intoxication, she started to fall, and had to turn round and bend over inorder not to fall on her drunk ass.

Still leaning over, her husband reached out and lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her drunk ass, and snapped another photo:

He quickly made her a hot dog and 

himself a hamburger before he sat down at the patio table. Ski staggered over, and undid his flag swim trunks, letting his hard pole out. Then she guided his cock into her pussy. They fucked as they ate. It was too early for any real fireworks, but both of them got off. As they finished, her husband noticed that a thunderstorm was rolling in. He quickly covered the grill. As the rain started, Shy pulled off her dress, and ran drunkenly about nude, her husband snapping two photos before they ran inside:

She realized she’d left bottle outside, so she instead got a new one. She held it, and brought a finger to her lip in an inquisitive manner, to which her husband took a photo:

Her husband looked at her and told her, “Yep, your nude, time for another shot. She unscrewed the cap and drank a shot. Her head was swimming as she recaped it, and she drunkenly rubbed the back of her head as she swayed forward in her drunkenness.

She’d have fallen to the ground if her husband hadn't caught her. He held her, and soon enough, he was hard again, so they fucked in the kitchen. As they fucked, she drank more whiskey. When they finished, Ski had passed out. Her husband carried her to the couch. He noticed the rain had stopped, and her dress was lying on the deck, so he grabbed it and threw it in the dryer. Then he played video games as she slept.

Just before 6, Ski woke up. When she stood, she found she was still tipsy. Her husband had laid her dress on the kitchen chair. As she put her dress on, he asked her, “You wanna go to the neighborhood block party?

“Yes, less gow t' the block pardy.  I wanna see summ fireworks tonight.” 

“Ok, lets go.” She staggered out the back door. There she found the bottle shed left earlier. As she held it, he asked her, “are you going to wear any panties?”

She replied, “Nooo, I doan wann any panny lines, ann can’t havve panny lines few don’t wear any pannies t' the block pardy!” and showed him her bear pussy, and he snapped another photo:Ski turned, and staggered off the patio into the back yard. Bearfoot, she stepped on a thorn, which made her instinctively stand on one leg like a flamingo. In her state of insobriety, she promptly fell, miraculously not hurting herself or breaking the bottle. “I shud wear shoes though,” she remarked as she lay on the lawn, boobs and pussy both visible after her fall. Before she made an effort to stand, she opened the bottle and took another drink. After, she recapped the bottle and tried to stand. After a couple of tries, she asked, “Helb me upp.”

Her husband did, and then she staggered into the house looking for shoes. Inside, her whisky clouded brain couldn't recall what she was looking for. She noticed the bottle in her hand, and had another drink. As she staggered about, she stubbed her toe with an, “owie,” though it didn't really hurt. She remembered she needed shoes. Finally, she found a pair of flip flops. She had another shot as she staggered about trying to get them on her feet. Then she made her way drunkenly to her husband on the patio. “I'm ready,”she proclaimed, her tits still hanging out of her dress.
Her husband cupped her big tits, and played with her piercings, as he said, “sure you are.” She moaned at his touch. However, he soon stopped and covered her tits and said, “we'll finish this with the fireworks show later,” and kissed her. Then he helped her to walk and they made their way to the block party.

At the park/HOA clubhouse, the party was well under way. The first person they bumped into was their neighbors, Tracey. The pretty, well endowed blond woman was no more sober than Ski. “Oh, hi Ski.  “Yoo havve got t' sry the watermelon wine Tracy founn down in Georgia.” Yey, Tracey and Tracy Byrd, no relation to the singer. Tracey’s braless watermelons swayed straining her thin flag tank top.

“Sounns gooond Tracey,” Ski said as she slipped away from her husband and beside her neighbor. Then the two staggered off, Ski resting a hand on Traceys firm denim skirt covered ass. 

—--

Ski’s husband was about to follow them, when he heard a youthful voice behind him say, “Hi ya Mr. McGraw.” He turned to see Chole Sterling. The busty brunette wore a tiny flag tube top and tight white cutoff shorts. It was clear Chole wasnt sober ither, her eyes were a bit red, and from the way she swayed, it was evident she’d snuck some booze into the red solo cup she held. 

“Chole, I've told you, call me Toby,” he told her.

“Sorry Toby, i f'rgot,” Chole slurred. 

“I bet you did, Chole; you’re high and have been sneaking drinks, haven't you?” he asked.

“Guildy. Yoo wonn stell on me, Toby, will ya?” Chole replied.

Toby looked around. His wife and Tracey were staggering together to the ladies room. No one seemed to notice him and Chole. He grabbed a bottle of rum from a nearby table and told her, “I wont tell if you suck my cock, and I’ll let you drink this rum too.”

Chole giggled, and answered, “Deal,” and led the way to a very secluded spot behind some bushes. As she drunkenly dropped to her knees, her boobs poped out of her top and swayed freely. Toby pulled out his cock and the drunk and high 18 year old sat about sucking his hard cock. Toby was a bit afraid of getting caught, however, the young brunette was really going to town. As she sucked, he opened the rum. Soon, Chole was sucking for a few seconds, then taking a sip of rum and then sucking. Sip, suck, sip suk, repeat. Soon the young brunette was very drunk. She fell back. Laying on the grass, she somehow shimmied her white shorts off and told Toby, “Fuggg meee.” 

Toby looked around, and seeing no one, did just that.

Some time later, Toby emerged from the bushes, no one noticed him. The rum bottle was empty, and Chole was passed out, well fucked. He’d pulled her shorts back on and re-covered her tits with her top.

Now he was searching for his wif Ski. 

—-

Ski went with Tracey to try the watermelon wine. They'd both drank two big cups of the sweet, strong drink, when Tracey said, “I need t' yuse the basssroom.” 

Tracey realized she needed to as well, so she told her friend, “mee too.” She looked for her husband, but didn’t see him. The two staggered off to the ladies room. Inside, Ski had an easier time than Tracy, since Ski was bottomless. Tracy, on the other hand, wore red lace panties. In her inebriation, she struggled to get them off. Ski ended up helping her. This got them both horny, and they ended up making out and having sex in the bathroom.

Sky and Tracey emerged from the bathroom about the same time as Toby left Chole. Infact, Toby found the two drunk women outside the bathroom. As he approached he saw Tracey’s husband Tracy approaching. 

All 4 made small talk as they returned to the picnic table with the watermelon wine. Both ladys had several more cups of wine. By 9pm, both were barely able to talk, that's how drunk they were. As it was about time for the fireworks to begin, Toby whispered in Ski’s ear, “let's go find somewhere to make our own fireworks as we watch the fireworks.” Ski was too drunk to really reply, but Toby made his departure to the Tracies, “Were going to go find a comfortable spot to watch the fireworks.”

They found the perfect spot. He sat in the grass, and he sat Ski on his lap. Then he dug his cock out, and slipped it into her wet pussy under her skirt. She was back to drinking whiskey from the bottle. As the fireworks began, he wondered how many of the ouh’s and Ah’s he heard were from the fireworks, and how many were from the various couples having sex. 

After the grand finale, when he cummed in Ski’s pussy, he had to carry Ski home. As he passed the bushes where he left Chole, he saw her stagger out and head towards her family's house.