Adrienne, part 7 (mgg, inc, cons) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: Set in the summer of 1966 in a small town in rural northern Alabama. Rosie and JD introduce Gloria to some of the things Adrienne taught them… Note, this story is written in dialect. As such it will probably not translate properly and may be a bit challenging for people who are not fully fluent in English. GIFTS FOR GLORIA The followin’ mornin’ Gloria paid a visit to the Atwater house. If asked why she was visitin’ our house she, my sisters, and me would’a said she was there “to see her best friend Rosie.” While that statement wasn’t exac’ly un-true, she was there just as much to see me: I was after all her boyfriend, but then a girl ain’t suppos’d to be spendin’ time in the house of a boy she’s involved with alone with him… Big of an issue as that’d be, it’d also be completely discountin’ her mother sayin’ she’s too young to date. So, as usual, Gloria spent the first twenty or so minutes of her time at the Atwater house in Rosie’s bedroom. Like always they were talkin’ about this and that. Now I’d be lyin’ if I said I ever actually knew any of the details of what they were talkin’ about; and yet I’ve always been sure that I been in some minor, or perhaps even major, way part their of discussions… Anyhow, after a while Gloria wandered down to the basement, where I, as usual, was waitin’ for her. Initially things went almost exactly as they always had done: her sittin’ on the couch with me, us placin’ our hands on each other’s upper legs and gent’ly pettin’ each other…yup, it was decid’ly normal at first. Then Gloria took me completely by sa’prise by sayin’, “Rosie told me ‘bout Adrienne.” Havin’ abs’lutely no idea what to make of that comment, I found myself only able to ask, “Wha’d she tell ya?” Gloria gave me one’a her ‘naughty smiles’ before explainin’, “That you shot in her…and you been smokin’ with her…” trailin’ off as I knew she was about to say somethin’ more. Now, I’d figured out long ago, a number of years before we began screwin’ in fact, that with Gloria honesty is the best policy: so I replied, “Yea, so?” while slidin’ the tips of my finger under her sundress as I caressed the bare creamy skin of her slim eleven-year-old thighs. It almost looked as though Gloria was ‘bout to shake her head, but she didn’t; she sa’prised me by speakin’ instead, “Rosie says she’s black and quite a bit younger than us;” her voice in a somewhat accusatory tone. “Yah,” I matter-of-factly answered with a nod of my head, before addin’, “She is black, but eight ain’t all that much younger.” Gloria gave me funny look before askin’, “Her hole black too? If it is, can’t be as good as mine.” “Outside is real dark,” I commented as I turned more toward my eleven-year-old girlfriend. I moved both of my hands well up under her dress, hooked my fingers on the waistband of her panties and began pullin’ down, before continuin’, “Not sure what color the inside is…could be pink like your’s…” as I was speakin’ I had a funny thought, so I added, “…or maybe it’s purple,” with a chuckle. Smilin’, Gloria let loose a little half-laugh as she was liftin’ her butt up off the couch: allowin’ me to pull her panties down over her butt. Once the waistband of her panties had cleared her bottom, I continued pullin’ them down her legs until they got just below her knees, at which point I simply let go and gravity did the rest: the small white cotton garment droppin’ to her ankles. In typical fashion, she twisted her ankles around: her feet, still in their white patent leather shoes, slipped out through the leg-holes of her panties. As usual, Gloria proceeded to lean back and spread her thin legs. “So mine’s better than her’s, right?” Gloria asked as I began re-positionin’ myself between her legs. I opened the fly on my shorts and fished out my fully hard cock before placin’ its tip against her eleven-year-old hole and began pushin’ forward. It wasn’t until the head of my cock was inside my girlfriend’s hole that I replied, “Def’nately different…” I continued pushin’ forward and as expected the entirety of my cock sank into her warm, moist, and decidedly tight hole in a single smooth movement. Once I felt my balls smack against her little bottom, I began to withdraw my cock from her hole. With only the head of my cock still inside Gloria’s tight hole, I continued to explain, “Adrienne’s hole…her hole is real tight: so tight I had to shoot in it before I could even get in…” “Ya had to shoot BEFORE you could go in!?” she questioned what I’d just told her in a shocked and unbelievin’ tone. “Yup,” I answered as I began slidin’ the length of my twelve-year-old cock back into my girlfriend’s eleven-year-old hole. For a brief moment neither of us said a word; then, just as my balls were smackin’ against her bottom for a second time, Gloria inquisitively asked, “How’d ya shoot before puttin' your cock in her?” Tryin’ to remember exactly what had happened and in which order, I began answerin’ “Welp…” as I began rockin’ my body back: my cock slidin’ out of her. “So how’d ya do it?” she impatiently asked. “She, ah…welp yeah…” I began stammerin’. I took a deep breath; givin’ me the opportun’ty to prop’ly arrange my words before continuin’, “Adrienne had me wrap my fingers ‘round my cock then move my hand up and down its length...” “Like this?” Gloria asked as she wrapped the fingers of her right hand ‘round her left thumb and began strokin’ it in straight inch long movements. “Kinda,” I replied before addin’, “She told me to twist my wrist while I moved my hand.” “So like this then?” Gloria asked as she began twistin’ her wrist while strokin’ her thumb. Still slidin’ my cock in and out of Gloria’s hole, I answered, “Yea… yea: jus’ like that.” “Well, I’ll be…” Gloria commented while shakin’ her head. After us screwin’ for a couple minutes without sayin’ a word, Gloria asked, “So when you shot before puttin’ it in her, where’d ya shoot?” “Ya mean, like where’d the cream go?” I asked. Seein’ my girlfriend nod her head I continued explainin’, “I shot into her hole: put the tip of my cock against her hole and shot the cream right in…” “Hungh…” Gloria snickered in what I can only imagine was surprise. “Yea, then right as I was shootin’ my cream, I pushed hard and was able to get inta Adrienne’s hole,” I completed the story. Rolling her hips ‘round as she sometimes does while we’re screwin’, Gloria commented, “I think its better havin’ your cock in my hole for a while before ya shoot your cream in me…” “Yea, I think it…” I began speakin’. Those words were interrupted by the familiar feelin’ of my butt cheeks tightenin’: signalin’ the approach of my orgasm. So I immediately gave her my usual warnin’, “I’m about taa…” “So go ahead and do it,” she directed. Gloria had barely finished speakin’, when I felt my twelve-year-old balls draw up under my cock. A second later the hot cream began surgin’ up the little tube on the underside of my cock. Knowin’ that my cream was about to come blastin’ out of my cock, I pushed forward hard: forcin’ the entire length of my hard twelve year old cock into my girlfriend’s eleven year old hole. Just as I felt my balls smack against her bottom, the first spurt of my hot cream spewed out of my cock into the deepest recesses of Gloria’s hole. I held my cock still as a second spurt, and a third spurt, and a fourth spurt, and a fifth spurt, and a sixth spurt followed. “JD, do you have any idea how much I love when you shoot your cream in my hole?” Gloria asked her usual post-screwin’ question in a teasing tone. Smiling, I took breath before respondin’, “Ya love it so much that you want me to do it again…and again…” Gloria leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips as I began rockin’ my hips back: my still-hard twelve-year-old cock slowly slidin’ out of her just-screwed eleven-year-old hole. “Yea I do…” Gloria responded frankly before addin’, “So you gonna shoot more a’ your cream in my hole,” in a teasing tone. I smiled, moved my lips to hers, and maintained a kiss for a couple a’ seconds before completin’ our kiss. “’Course I’m gonna,” I confirmed before shoving the entire length of my still-hard cock into her hole in a single hard fast thrust. God I love doin’ that: the feelin’ of the cream I just shot into her hole bein’ forced all along the sides of my cock…it’s so nice and warm and wet… Once I felt my balls smack against her bottom, I reversed course; pulling most of the length of my cock out of Gloria’s soppin’ wet hole. Of course my cock wasn’t the only thing comin’ out of her hole; there was also that oh so familiar slurpin’ sound… I only got to enjoy hearin’ the squishin’ sound as my cock slid back into Gloria’s soppin’ wet hole for a fraction of a second before Gloria began speakin’, “It a right shame we can’t do this every day…” I quickly established a nice steady yet slow rhythm, and while slidin’ my cock in-and-out of her hole, I replied, “Once we’re old ‘nough to get married in a couple years, we’ll be able to do our screwin’ every day…” “I know…” Gloria responded in a pensive tone before addin’, “I don’t understand why there’s got to be a minimum age for getting’ married…” Still maintain’ the slow steady in-and-out rhythm, I replied, “A guy’s got to be old ‘nough to drive to work so he can support his wife and little-uns, don’t he?” “Yea…” she said before kissin’ me on the lips again. She quickly broke the kiss and added, “’Course there ain’t no miminum age for drinkin’ ‘shine, or smokin’ cigarettes, or screwin’…so there shoulsn’t be a minimum age for getting’ married.” “Good point,” I said with a chuckle before addin’, “I think there actually is minimum age for drinkin’ ‘shine, smokin’ cigarettes, and screwin’; just nobody cares ‘bout it,” while continuing to slide my cock in-and-out of my girlfriend’s eleven-year-old hole. “’Magine how much trouble Adrienne’d be in if people cared ’bout those minimum ages…” Gloria quietly laughed. “Guess it’s a good thing nobody care ‘bout it then,” I commented. As I was sayin’ those words I thought of some of the things Adrienne had taught me when we were in the swamp, “What ya say we try somethin’ new?” I asked. “Ah-right,” Gloria replied with a shrug of her shoulders. After havin’ received the ‘go ahead’ from my girlfriend, I rocked my hips back. Once my fully hard twelve-year-old cock had slid all the way out of her eleven-year-old hole I stood. Takin’ a step away from the couch, I instructed, “Kneel on the floor in front of me.” Without hesitatin’ or sayin’ a word, Gloria got up off the couch then proceeded to kneel in front of me. “You’re gonna suck on my cock,” I told her as I moved my crotch closer to her face. She gave me a quizical look, before sayin’, “Like a cream filled lolli…” she giggled. “Somethin’ like that,” I replied as she opened her mouth wide and the tip of my cock passed between my girlfriend’s lips. Gloria closed her lips around the bottom edge of my cock’s helmet shaped head and gently began suckin’. With her lips encirclin’ my cock, I slowly began pushin’ forward: the entire helmet shaped head passed through her lips and into her mouth. Continuin’ to slowly push forward; the shaft to my cock began to disappear between my girlfriend’s lips. “Didn’t think you’d actu’ly try that,” Rosie’s voice startled both me and Gloria. “How long you been standin’ there?” I quickly asked my little sister. “Long ‘nough,” Rosie relied before addin’, “Since you two were talkin’ ‘bout how much screwin’ you’re gonna be doin’ when you’re married…” “Ah…so…” I stammered. Walkin’ across the basement and stopping next to us, Rosie asked, “So, big brother, when you two are married, will you still give me a screwin’ and cream when I need it?” “’Course: what kinda brother’d I be if I didn’t,” I replied. Gloria quickly pulled her head back: my cock slidin’ out of her mouth. She added, “You’ll always be welcome in our bed, ya know that,” before moving her head forward and resumin’ suckin’ on my cock. “That’s good,” Rosie commented; a strange twinge of some marginally indecipherable emotion in her voice. She promptly slapped me on my bottom before sayin’, “Guess that means I should show you what Adrienne taught me,” she took a breath then continued, “JD, move your feet apart.” I moved my feet to shoulder width apart while Rosie stepped over to the couch and grabbed a pillow. “Gloria, move your knees apart,” Rosie added. Glancin’ down I watched as Gloria wiggled her lower legs until there was about seven inches between her knees. “Good,” Rosie commented, before droppin’ the pillow onto the backs of Gloria’s calves. She then moved around behind me. Next thin’ in knew, Rosie was layin’ on the floor, on her back, and wigglin’ her way between my legs. She didn’t stop until her head was fully and rightly between Gloria’s thighs. “Gloria, you’re gonna love this,” I heard Rosie’s voice say. Not more than half a second after Rosie spoke those words a shudder went roarin’ through Gloria’s body and I began hearin’ the sound of lickin’. For a couple minutes none of us said a word. The lickin’ sound continued, accompanied by the occasional slurp. Beginnin’ to feel that I was getting’ close to shootin’ my cream, I broke the silence by sayin’, “Don’t swallow the cream when I shoot; hold it in your mouth so ya con show me how much there is, then swallow it.” Gloria gave me a slighlty perplexed look before shruggin’ her shoulders and givin’ me a thumbs-up. Not more than a second later her back arched, her eyes rolled back in her head, and I could feel her decidedly heavy breathin’ on the base of my cock. Gloria’s back was stil arched, her eyes were still rolled back in her head, and she was still breathin’ heavy when I noticed the familiar feelin’ of my butt cheeks tightenin’: signalin’ the approach of my orgasm, “I’m about taa…” I half groaned an instant before I felt my twelve-year-old balls draw up under my cock. A second later the hot cream began surgin’ up the little tube on the underside of my cock. Knowin’ that my cream was about to come blastin’ out of my cock, I pushed forward hard: forcin’ the entire length of my hard twelve year old cock into my girlfriend’s eleven year old mouth. Her eyes bulged out and a funny sound came from her throat as I felt my balls smack against her chin. In that same instant the first spurt of my hot cream spewed out of my cock. Gloria smacked my thighs hard enough that I pulled back until just the head of my cock was still in my mouth as a second spurt erupted into her mouth. Not wantin’ to get smacked like that again, I held my cock still as a third spurt, and a fourth spurt, and a fifth spurt, and a sixth spurt followed. “My god,” I muttered as I half stumbled backwards after the last of my cream had oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my cock: my softening cock slipping free of my girlfriend’s lips. Despite her back still being arched, her eyes still bein’ rolled back in her head, and still breathing heavily Gloria tilted her head back and opened her mouth wide. The white cream inside her mouth was a sight to behold: her pink tongue and gums disappeared into its creamy-whiteness which blended into her teeth… “My god,” I said again. Gloria proceeded to close her mouth. She gave a hard swallow, then opened her now empty mouth: showin’ me that she’d swallowed all the cream I’d shot into it in one gulp. Not more than a second later, she slumped forward into my legs. Grabbing her shoulders I held my girlfriend in an up-right position until Rosie had scooted out from between her thighs. Rosie quickly scooted out from between my feet before helpin’ me lay Gloria down on her side on the floor. Little more than a second after Gloria’s shoulder touched the floor, she turned to face Rosie and said, “If you’ll do that regul’ly, then you can live in our bed…” in a voice that made me wonder if she was dreamin’. Before Rosie or I could respond, we were interrupted by our mother’s voice driftin’ down the stairs, “JD, did you bring in the trashcans yet?” “I’m goin’ to to that now,” I yelled up the steps as I tucked my cock back into my shorts. I quickly re-did the fly, and then headed outside to get the trashcans from the curb.