I finished sweepin' the garage I ate lunch. The entire time I was eatin' I was distracted. The fact that the small pink pair of Adrienne's little-girl panties was inside my underpants against my twelve-year-old cock was almost certainly playin' a part in it. Tryin' to figure-out how to go about givin' them back to her, that was the greater concern.

The easiest way to go 'bout it would have simply been to knock on the Williams' front door and tell Adrienne she had forgotten somethin' when she was in my basement yesterday. Of course she probably wouldn't be the person who'd open the door: which would mean tellin' whichever one of her adult relatives who'd open the door that I knew her. A potential problem since she might not've told anybody she'd met me... Worse still, I'd almost certainly be invited in to meet Adrienne's mother: makin' it all but impossible to get a moment alone with Adrienne to return her panties. And I certainly couldn't give them back to her in front of her mother and grandparents...

No: I needed to find a way to get Adrienne to come outside on her own... As I was puttin' the dirty dishes in the sink I came up with a solution.

***

Moments later I was sittin' on the ground in the back yard bouncin' a rubber ball against the side of the garage. ... ... I'd only been sittin' there, bouncin' the rubber ball against the side of the garage for a few minutes when I heard a voice to the side of me, "Hi." Turnin' my head to the side I saw that it was Adrienne and she was alone in her grand parents' backyard: so far my plan was workin' perfectly.

Standin', I wandered over to the fence. "Hey Adrienne. I've got the panties you left in my basement yesterday," I said in a hushed voice, fearful that someone might over-hear.

"Yeah," she innocently replied in a bashful tone. Then there was a moment of silence. I happened to glance down to see that she was barefoot and twistin' the toes of her right foot against the ground. I was about to say somethin'; not sure what exactly, when Adrienne spoke up, "Well..."

"Well, I was hopin' to give 'em back," as I spoke those words a movement caught my eye. Glancin' over Adrienne's shoulder, I saw her grandmother through a window. "...but not here: somebody might see," I continued.

"Basement?" she suggested.

"Naw...your grandmother is lookin' out the kitchen window," I paused for a second before askin', "You swim?"

Adrienne's eyes lit-up, she said, "Yup." Great: I'd found a way to get Adrienne away from other people givin' me an opportunity to return her panties...

"A'right," I said, "we can go over to the swimmin' hole at Jackson Plantation."

"'Jackson Plantation:' Pop's doddy told us about how he caught a catfish while swimming there as a boy," Adrienne commented gleefully.

Having heard Mr. Williams tell a similar story many times, I had to assume by 'pop's doddy' she meant her grandfather, John. With a little laugh I said, "Yeah, Mr. Williams likes tellin' that story." Adrienne's nod told me that while she may have only heard the story once, she had been figurin' it was one of her grandfather's favorite stories. "Change into a swimmin' trunks and grab a towel, and I'll meet you in front of your house," I suggested.

"Okay," she quickly replied, "out front..." before turnin' and lit'rally runnin' to the back door of her grandparents' house. Once the back door of the Williams' house had shut behind Adrienne, I was headin' inside my own house.

***

After closin' my bedroom door behind me, I removed my shorts and underpants, and quickly pulled my swimmin' trunks on. I was about to head out of my bedroom when it dawned on me that we might bump into other people on the trail (actually the old mule path) that runs along the old canal: somethin' tha'd be a major problem if it happened when I was givin' Adrienne her panties back... I thought for a second before decidin' we'd walk to the swimmin' hole on the other side of the canal: through the swamp. So I took off my canvas sneakers and put the pair of rubber boots I had inherited from my cousin Lucas on my bare feet. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and stuffed it, along with the small pink pair of Adrienne's little-girl panties, into my book bag. A moment later I was headin' out the door and walkin' 'round to the front of the Williams' house.

***

I couldn't have been standin' in front of the Williams' house for more than five seconds when the front door opened. It was Adrienne: she was wearin' the same pale green sundress she had been wearin' moments before in her grand parents' backyard. "My mother wants to meet you," Adrienne said from the door. 'Nuts,' I thought, while headin' up the pathway to the door.

Shortly after stepping into the Williams' house Adrienne spoke, "Ma, this is JD," into her grandparents' empty dining room.

'Bout two seconds later a short woman with long straight black hair and tan skin ('bout the color of peanut butter) stepped out'a the kitchen. I seemed to focus on her face first; she had a decidedly round face, fairly large black almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones, a small very round nose, and very thin bright red lips. I almost did a double take when I noticed that there was not one, but two long all-white cigarettes clamped firmly between her lips; both of which were lit and appeared to have been smoked the same amount...

My gazed shifted downwards to her body as I said, "Hello Mrs. Williams." She was dressed kinda strange: she was wearin' a dress and a pair of shoes. The shoes were almost normal; a pair of conventional looking black woman's dress shoes, except they had the tallest high-heel I'd ever seen: the heel musta been at least four inches high! The dress, on the other hand...it was lime green in color, no sleeves, the neck-line was cut so low I could see the entirety of the inner sides of her surprisin'ly ample breasts, as well as a bit of her ribcage below them, the hem was perhaps a third of the way down from her crotch to her knee; and to top it all off the dress was very form-fittin', almost like a second skin. Simply goin' by the way the fabric of that dress curved in and out I was more than one-hundred pa'cent certain that there was no way Adrienne's mother was wearin' a bra or panties...

She practically strutted across the room; before extendin' her hand, she spoke through her two cigarettes, "Pleasure to meet you JD," a bit'a smoke billowin' towards me.

I took her hand and said, "The pleasure is mine, I assure you," as I bowed my head slightly, doin' my best to be a gentleman.

Adreinne's mother removed both cigarettes from her lips in a very smooth motion with her left hand. She exhaled a small could of smoke then said, "So Adrienne tells me you are going to show her a place to go swimming," as we shook hands.

"That's right ma'm," I replied.

"It's good to see we have such kind and decent neighbors," she said through a smile as she let go of my hand. She took a breath then continued speakin', "this is the first time the children have been away from all their cousins..." Out of the corner of my eye I could see that Adrienne was getting' a little anxious, but her mother continued speakin', "I'd hoped she'd make a few friends before heading to school..."

"Mother," Adrienne groaned under her breath in an embarrassed tone.

"Well," I said with a half chuckle, "I think Adrienne'll make plenty of friends...and quite quickly to boot."

Our conversation was broke-up by John Williams, Bill Williams' father's boomin' voice comin' from the kitchen, "I though you said you was goin' swimmin'..."

"Right...go," Adrienne's mother shoed us away with her right hand as she put both cigarettes back between her lips. With that Adrienne and I turned and headed out of her grand parents' house.

"This way," I said, and we crossed the street. Once we'd walked a hundred or so yards down the street, I turned us away from town. After a few steps through the un-mowed grass an' we were steppin' into the woods. At that moment, just as we stepped into the woods, I happened to glance down, "Why you wearin' sandals?" I asked, noticin' the flip-flops on Adrienne's feet.

"Why wouldn't I be wearing sandals?" she asked: a quizzical look in her eye. She glanced down, "Why are you wearing boots?"

"There's a swamp between here and the swimmin' hole at Jackson Plantation," I explained.

"Pop's doddy said there's a path along-side the canal," Adrienne said.

"There is," I said, "But there's likely to be other people on the path..."

"So?" Adrienne asked.

"So: what if we was to run into somebody while I was givin' your panties back," I said in a hushed tone. A shudder seemed to ripple through her body before I continued speakin', "there won't be nobody in the swamp..."

"Oh," Adrienne tentatively replied.

"Besides," I added, "if we go through the swamp I can show you where my great-gran'-daddy sunk a Union Regiment during the War 'Tween the States..."

"Really?" she asked: judgin' by the tone of her voice I wasn't sure if she was surprised or amazed.

"Yup, my great-gran'-daddy was the Colonel Buford Atwater of the 3rd Alabama," I began explainin', "When the Yankees were advancin' on Centerville he moved the bridge over the canal so it would dump them into the swamp..."

"Oh," Adrienne commented as the ground beneath our feet began to get muddy; signalin' that we had reached the edge of the swamp.

"Your sandals are gonna get all muddy," I commented: alludin' to the fact that we'd just entered the swamp.

"...Yeah..." she said, contemplatin' the situation. We continued walkin' in silence for a few seconds before Adrienne spoke again, "Guess I'll take 'em off so they don't get too dirty." With that she stopped walkin', bent over and pulled off her sandals.

"Your feet'll end up bein' filthy,' I commented. Inside my bathing suit my cock seemed to twitch at the very thought: now why the heck was THAT turnin' me on!?

"Ouh, wow! The mud is so cool and wet and squishy between my toes..." Adrienne commented in a dreamy voice.

"Oh...kay," I said, as I was wonderin' about my new friend / lover, or more precisely her mental well bein'.

My words seemed to snap Adrienne back to reality. "Hey, you should take your boots off," Adrienne began tryin' to sell me on the idea; "...you'll love how it feels. It's so cool and wet and squishy... Ouh: it feels really dirty..." she practically cooed, a look of a blissful pleasure on her small chocolate colored face.

"It's swamp water," I replied in a disgusted tone.

"Unh huh," Adrienne said, in a tone that sounded practically lustful, as she was steppin' in front of me. Clenchin' her toes, she said, "see how it squishes between my toes: it feels so wet and dirty..." The fact that she was repeatedly sayin' the word "dirty" was beginnin' to have an effect on me: my cock was hardenin' in my swimmin' trunks. With a little giggle she continued speakin', "you liked our 'dirty handshake' and I know you liked it when I took care of that..." she pointed at my crotch where my twelve-year-old cock was now rapidly inflatin', "...yesterday."

"Alright," I said, liftin' my right foot up as Adrienne grabbed the rubber boot pullin' it off my bare foot. The instant the skin on the bottom of my right foot made contact with the muddy wetness of the ground in the swamp I felt my mostly hard twelve-year-old cock twitch yet again in my swimmin' trunks. Adrienne was right: the mud was cool, wet and felt GREAT squishin' between my toes... Seconds later my left boot was off and the two of us began walkin' through the swamp barefoot.

I briefly glanced down to see that with each step Adrienne took she clenched her toes: forcin' the muddy swamp water to squish between her young chocolate colored toes... Noticin' that her eyes were half closed; I could only conclude that she was really enjoyin' how it felt. Not wantin' to miss out on a good thing, I tried clenchin' my toes. And my god did it feel GOOD when the muddy swamp water was forced up between my toes with an audible squishin' sound. "Adrienne, you weren't kiddin': it feels great: cool and wet...and dirty..." I commented.

"Yup," she replied, "being dirty feels good. That's why I like being dirty." The fact that she'd said the word "dirty" twice in less than one second was makin' my already hot and bothered cock begin to throb. Not wantin' to fill the insides of my swimmin' trunks with my hot cream, I was gonna have to get Adrienne to stop sayin' the word "dirty."

"So, uhm, your mother: how old is she?" I asked, changin' the subject.

Adrienne stopped walkin' but continued repeatedly clenchin' and unclenchin' her toes. After a second of silence she asked, "Well...wait, wha...why?"

"Well: ya see, when I look at most people I have a pretty good idea how old they are," I paused, takin' a breath, "when I met your mother I had absolutely no idea how old she was..." I trailed off before addin', "I mean, she looks like she could be anywhere between sixteen and forty..."

There was still a quizzical look on Adrienne's face when she replied, "She's twenty-three."

"Oh." I said before doin' the math, "so she was fifteen when you were born..." 'Bill Williams like 'em young,' I thought to myself.

"No, she was sixteen. Her birthday is next week," Adrienne corrected me, before askin', "Why?"

"Oh...well, just curious," I explained. Seconds later we continued walkin' through the swamp.

After walkin' for a good five minutes in silence, Adrienne asked, "So, what about your family?"

"Well," I began explainin', "there's my Momma and my Pa; and I got two sisters..."

"How old are your sisters?" she interrupted.

"Daisy is sixteen and Rosie is ten...soon to be eleven," I informed her.

"So no brothers then," Adrienne half commented, half asked.

"Nope," I simply replied.

"I got a brother: Roberto, he's five." She informed me. I was about to ask about his unusual name, but Adrienne beat me to the question, "He was named after my uncle who was killed by the Japs on Battan..." I wasn't entirely sure how to reply to that, but thankfully she continued speakin', "So your sisters take care of you often?" she asked pointin' at where my fully and completely rigid cock was tentin' out the front of my swimmin' trunks.

For some reason I found her question a bit un-nervin': I quickly glanced around to see that we were just as alone in the swamp as I had known we would be when I suggested we come this way. "Yeah..." I replied with a nervous chuckle, "Actually...when I was cleanin' the garage this morning and Daisy brought the panties you forgot in the basement..." I trailed off.

Adrienne stopped dead in her tracks, grabbed my arm and said, "Yea!... You sperm in her?" she asked excitedly.

"Yup," I said with pride.

"What about Rosie?" Adrienne asked: an exceedin'ly large amount of curiosity in her voice.

"Yes, Rosie too..." I began replin', before clarifyin', "Well not this mornin'..."

"Two girls to take care of you..." Adrienne sounded like she was thinkin' aloud.

"Plus Rosie's friend Gloria," I boastfully added, before realizin', "And now there's you as well, so: four."

"You're lucky," Adrienne said. Oddly, there was quite a bit'a sadness in her voice.

Wantin' to cheer her up, I asked, "So before movin' here, how many of your cousins were you?..." I trailed off not, exac'ly sure how to phrase the question I was tryin' to ask.

Adrienne's spirits seemed to lift more than a little bit, as she spoke, "Well let's see," she said aloud before beginnin' to silently mouth words as she counted with her fingers. "My cousin Cherrie and me were getting' spermed by all three of her brothers and six of our other cousins," she said with more pride than I'd ever thought could exist in a single person.

"Wow: nine guys," I commented.

"No," Adrienne said, smilin' as she shook her head, "Nine cousins. When Cherrie was eleven, a man who was an MSG with Pop offered her money if she let him sperm in her. Since she likes it when her brothers and cousins sperm in her, she said yes."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yup," Adrienne said, "But he must a been twenty; and he was lots bigger than Tom..." glancin' down at where my rigid cock was tentin' out the front of my swimmin' trunks, she trailed off for a second before addin', "even bigger than you. Cherrie said he..." she trailed off again, "...was about as long as her foot."

"If he was twenty, it'd make sense that he'd be bigger..." I reasoned aloud.

"Yup," she agreed before continuin' her story, "So, like happened to you yesterday, it wouldn't go in. He was pushing so hard it hurt, then she remembered what Tom had to do to get in me: she told him to sperm her first, like I told you to do yesterday..." she was grinnin' as she trailed off.

"Bet that worked," I commented through a smile.

"Yea; like you, he'd never done that before. Cherrie said he had only moved his hand up and down twice when he spermed; then he was able to get in her. He moved in and out of her really fast and spermed again a few minutes later." Adrienne was speakin' with so much pride you'd'a thought she was talkin' about herself.

"Wow," I commented.

"That's not even the good part," she beamed, "when he pulled it out, there was all this white cream pouring out of her. Cherrie said it was more than all three of her brothers could make in a whole day!"

"Whoa!" I exclaimed.

"It gets better," Adrienne said, soundin' practically boastful, "Before Cherrie put her panties back on the guy gave her five dollars, and offered her another two if he could keep her panties!"

"So she gave him her panties, or?" I asked.

"Yup," Adrienne simply declared.

"She got seven dollars for doin'..." I mused aloud.

"Yup," Adrienne declared again. "And you wanna know what she did with the money?"

"Sure," I said: hopin' this story might get even better.

"Hold my bag," Adrienne practic'ly ordered, as she was shovin' her book bag into my hands.

She reached in and pulled out a small white paper box... What the heck was it: it looked to be about the size and shape of a pack of cigarettes, but Adrienne was only a young girl... "Is that..." I began askin'.

"A pack of cigarettes: yea," Adrienne replied, havin' figured out what I was tryin' to ask. She opened the pack and pulled out a most unusual lookin' cigarette: it was a bit thinner than what I was used to seein', longer, and entirely white. "Want one?" she asked.

"Ah, no: I don't smoke," I managed to say despite bein' in a state of near disbelief.

"You don't?" Adrienne asked, soundin' as if she didn't believe me.

"No: I'm only twelve..." I began explaining.

Adrienne gave me this bizarre look before sayin', "Right: you're twelve..." she placed the end of the cigarette between her somewhat thick black-lickerish colored lips and flicked one of those big metal lighters lit.

"Where the hell did that lighter come from," I wonder silently.

"Cherrie stated smoking when she was eleven." She brought the flame of the lighter to the tip of the cigarette and sucked air in through the cigarette: drawing the flame into and ignitin' end of it. After flicking the cover closed on the lighter, she moved the lit cigarette away from her lips and blew out a little smoke. "I started smoking two years ago just after I turned seven..."

"Aren't you a little on the young side to be smokin'?" I asked.

Shruggin'; her shoulders Adrienne replied, "Naa: a couple of my younger cousins started smoking at six..." she paused takin' a drag from her cigarette, held the smoke in for a couple seconds before continuin' to speak while blowin' the smoke out in my direction, "...and Roberto, that's my younger brother, started smoking last year when he was five."

I could hardly believe what I was hearin': I mean, the youngest person I knew who smoked was my cousin Lucas. He was fifteen, and had only been smokin' for a few months... "Wha...well, uhm, ah...why'd you and Cherrie start smokin'?" I asked.

Adrienne smiled at me, then began speakin', "Well; whenever Ma's been smoking a lot Pop always wants to touch her..."

"You father's more attracted to your mother when she's smokin'?" I asked.

"Guess so," Adrienne replied takin' another drag from her cigarette, "That and smoking feels good: kinda like our dirty handshake..."

"Really?" I asked: my curiosity now piqued.

"Yeah," Adrienne said. She gave me this funny look, before addin', "I bet you'd like it..."

"I...well...uhm..." I stammered.

Adrienne tried, and failed, at suppressin' a giggle, "Why wouldn't you want to?" she asked.

"Well...ah; ain't smokin' supposed of be bad for you?" I commented in a voice that sounded like I was askin'.

As I was speakin' she took another puff from her cigarette; then two seconds after the last word passed through my lips Adrienne began blowin' smoke in my direction as she replied, "Naw: no way, couldn't be." She paused for a second then continued speakin', "Gremps, that's my ma's doddy's doddy has been smoking for at least fifty years... And, he's really healthy..." she explained, quickly erodin' my fears that smokin' would make a person sick...or worse.

"Really?" I commented in disbelief.

"He coughs every now and then, but lots of old people cough every now and then..." Adrienne explained: further reiteratin' the notion that there was nothin' unhealthy about smokin' after all.

"So smokin' feels good...kinda like our dirty handshake yesterday," I mused aloud.

"Yup," she declared in a decidedly definitive tone.

I paused for a second in thought before sayin', "might be worth tryin'..."

With that, Adrienne flipped the slender white cigarette around in her hand, positionin' the end that had been between her lips towards me. She moved the cigarette up to my face; gingerly placni' the end of it against my lips. "Suck a little air through the cigarette into your mouth," she began explainin'. I did as instructed, holdin' the little bit of smoke in my mouth. She moved the cigarette away from my lips and continued, "Now open your mouth and breath in a lot of air with the smoke...and try not to cough." Again I did as instructed: there was a decided density to the air in my chest and that felt a little weird; but at the same time kinda good... "Hold your breath and don't exhale until I tell you to," she continued: so I didn't breathe out for several seconds until Adrienne said, "Okay, you can breathe out now." Not only did the smoke tasted a bit different (in a better way) as I blew it out, but this good feelin' seemed to wash over my body...

"Wow," I commented.

"You like it: right?" she asked, before taking another puff from the cigarette.

"I do," I said, "You were right; it is good in the same way our dirty handshake was..." I trailed off.

Blowin' out more smoke, Adrienne asked, "So you gonna show me where your great-gran-doddy sank that Union Regiment?"

"Oh, yeah: sure," I replied, as we once again began walkin' through the swamp.

We walked for perhaps a minute without either of us sayin' a word: both of us enjoyin' the sensation of the muddy swamp water squishin' between our toes with each and every step we took.

Then I broke the silence by askin', "So your cousin Cherrie...she take care of that MSG more than once?"

"Yup," she began explainin', "one more time before he got reassigned ta Okinawa. She said it went pretty much the same way, except he knew to sperm her before putting it in..."

"Oh," I simply replied: not sure how to respond.

"But he told another MSG about Cherrie," Adrienne was practically gloatin', "He wasn't quite as big. But still had to sperm her first before he could get it in," she stubbed out the cigarette on a rock, and continued speakin', "That guy told another guy who worked at the Embassy...after a couple weeks Cherrie had five men giving her money to sperm her."

"Wow: five different men," I commented, before askin', "So show did you start takin' care of them?"

Adrienne laughed a little, "This one man who always wore a suit asked Cherrie if she knew any other girls who were interested in getting paid. Couple day later he was giving me five dollars to sperm in me..."

"That's the bridge," I interrupted her story, pointin' at the decrepit wooden bridge that lead to nowhere in the swamp. "The ground is really soft at the end of it: that's where the Union Regiment was sunk," I said with pride.

Adrienne looked at the bridge for a few seconds, then glanced down. "Looks like you need taking care of," she commented with a chuckle; pointin' at where my fully upright cock was tentin' out the front of my swimmin' trunks.

I looked around for a suitable place. There was no solid ground in this part of the swamp: "The bridge maybe," I suggested.

"Sounds good," Adrienne replied before takin' a step towards the end of the bridge.

"NO!" I said, quickly grabbin' her shoulder, "Ground's way too soft over there: we'll sink. Follow me," I instructed and began leadin' Adrienne around towards the side of the bridge, stayin' as close to the tree-line as possible, where the ground was at least sort'a solid.

When we got to the side of the more than one hundred year old decrepit wooden bridge I lifted my book bag up, pushin' it through a completely rotted-out spot in the railin'. I did the same with Adrienne's bag, before liftin' her up so she could crawl onto the old wooden roadway. "Watch your step up there," I commented before pullin' myself up through the same rotted-out spot in the railin'.

"Wow," Adrienne said lookin' around. Just as I was getting' my feet under me she spoke again, "Where would be a good spot?"

"Down the end," I answered, pointin' towards the end of the bridge that dumped into the really soft ground where the Union Regiment had sunk. Adrienne practically ran the twenty or so feet to the end of the bridge, "Don't get too close to the end," I cautioned before further explainin', "if you fall into the real soft ground over there, I ain't gonna be able to pull you out."

"Turnin' towards me she said, "I'm a good swimmer," in a voice that made me wonder if she thought I was a fool.

"No-bady can swim outa that spot: more you move, faster ya sink..." I cautioned.

"Like quick sand?" she asked, taking a step away from the end of the bridge.

"That's right..." I trailed off. Upon hearin' me say those words, a shudder rippled through Adrienne's body as she took another step away from the end of the bridge.

Walking over to her, I began liftin' up the bottom of my athletic shirt. I had my athletic shirt off in no time and began pullin' my swim suit down.

"You wanna try sperming me the way the guy who wore the suit liked, JD?" Adrienne asked with a giggle.

"Yeah, sure." I quickly said, before wonderin' what other ways there were that a guy could shoot his seed in a girl. "How'd he like doin' it?" I asked.

"Smilin', she began explainin', "He liked to have me suck on his thing, sperm in my mouth, and have me swallow it."

I'd never had a girl suck on my cock before. While I suspected shootin' in a girl's pussy was almost certainly better, the idea of havin' a girl suck on my cock sounded interestin', so I replied, "Sounds like it might be worth a try."

Once my almost completely hard cock sprung out over the waistband of my swimmin' trunks, Adrienne had her small chocolate colored fingers wrapped around my member. Without takin' a single idem of her clothin' off, she squatted down in front of me. She opened her mouth and began movin' her head towards my crotch.

Just as the tip of my cock met her plump lips, Adrienne backed her head a way a bit and proceeded to say, "I'd nearly forgot how big yours is." Hearin' those words succeeded in doin' more than just inflatin' my ego: my cock hardened the rest of the way...

I could see a sparkle in Adrienne's extremely dark brown almond shaped eyes as she leaned in for a second time. With that my twelve-year-old ivory colored cock disappeared between her plumpish black-lickerish colored lips, into her wide open mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft of my cock, just below its helmet shaped head.

I stood there dumbstruck for a second: surprised by how warm and wet the inside of her mouth was... "I see why he liked havin' you suck on him," I managed to say.

I watched as the corners of Adrienne's mouth turned up a bit. Smilin' around my cock, she began gently flickin' the tip of her tongue back-and-forth across the little hole at the tip of my cock. "That's incredible Adrienne," I said.

Again, the corners of her mouth turned up a bit; before she began suckin' on my cock while movin' her head up-and-down at the same time. It was absolutely AMAZIN': it was like we were screwin'... Except my ivory-colored cock was slidin' in-and-out of her mouth: instead of her chocolate-colored little-girl hole. I didn't say a word: for a full minute I just reveled in the spectacular sensations Adrienne's eight-year-old mouth was providin'.

Then I felt my butt cheeks tighten. "I'm about taa..." I warned as 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, before spewin' out the little hole on the end...directly into Adrienne's mouth. She stopped suckin' on my cock and increased the speed she was flickin' the tip of her tongue across the head of my cock. Spurt after spurt, my hot cream spewed out of my cock into Adrienne's young mouth.

I counted out a full six spurts before my cock began wiltin'. Once again the corners of Adrienne's mouth turned up a bit. She began very slowly backin' her head away from my crotch. By the time only half o' the head of my cock was still between her lips I had gone half-soft, and yet she was still squeezin' her lips tightly against my ivory-colored member as she withdrew her head.

Adrienne surprised me a bit by pressin' her plumpish black-lickerish colored lips tightly together when the tip of my cock popped free. Slowly and calmly, she stood and tilted her head back so far that she was nearly lookin' straight up. She then proceeded to snap her fingers twice and point at her mouth just as she began partin' her lips. Her mouth opened wider and wider...looking in between her plumpish black-lickerish colored lips I was stunned to see that at least one third of her eight-year-old mouth was filled with whitish cream: my cream.

"Oh my..." I began, "I can't believe I shot that much..."

Before I could say anything more, Adrienne closed her mouth and swallowed hard. A second later she reopened her mouth; now containing nothing other than whitish teeth and the pink flesh of her tongue, gums, and the like.

"You swallowed it," I declared in disbelief.

Quickly tiltin' her head back to a normal position, she said, "Yup; I always swallow it."

"Couldn't it make you sick to your tummy?" I pondered aloud.

"Never did before," she bluntly replied before addin', "The man who wore the suit said if a girl spits it out, she's insulting the guy who just spermed in her mouth," matter of factly.

I thought about the reasonin' for a couple seconds before sayin', I s'pose it is." I took a breath before addin', "That was fantastic: the guy in the suit was really on to somethin'..." as I began pulling my swim trunk back up.

"Knew you'd like it," Adrienne gleefully said.

"Well, I did," I said before pullin' my athletic shirt over my head.

She giggled a little before commentin', "Nobody ever spermed so much on my mouth before..."

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