ADRIENNES'S BEVERAGES IN THE SWAMP

Once I'd pulled my swimmin' trunks back up, Adrienne and I climbed back down off the bridge.

After makin' our way back to the area where the ground was only squishy, we walked perhaps a dozen feet closer to the swimmin' hole in silence, when Adrienne asked, "Have you ever peed in a balloon?" outta the blue.

"No," I honestly replied: the idea of doin' so had never even occurred to me.

"You should try it," Adrienne said matter-of-factly; as she reached into her book-bag and pulled out a green balloon. Seconds later her small chocolate colored hands were pullin' down the front of my swimmin' trunks, she was pullin' my cock out over the waistband, and slippin' the mouth-hole of the balloon over the head of my mostly soft cock. Once she was satisfied it was securely in place she spoke again, "Okay, now you can pee."

"I don't have to pee," I honestly replied.

She got this funny look on her face, before sayin', "Doesn't running water sound good? The flowing and gurgling... It makes you all wet when it rains..."

I had no idea what the heck she was talkin' about, or for that matter why she was sayin' what she was sayin'. I was about to ask, when I got a sudden, and very unexpected, urge to take a piss. "What the..."

"You gotta pee now, right?" Adrienne interrupted me with her question.

"Yea," I said, still puzzled as to why and how she knew.

"So pee in the balloon," she urged. Figurin' `why not' I let loose: the stream of warm urine began flowin' through the little tube on the underside of my cock, then out through the little hole at its tip. "Look how the balloon gets bigger," Adrienne commented; I looked down to see that she had moved her hand under the balloon. "Ouh, it's all nice and warm..." she said with a giggle.

Once the balloon had swelled up to about the size of an plum my stream of urine stopped flowin'. "Well it does feel different," I commented: half enjoyin' the warmth and wetness on the head of my cock... "You pee in balloons often?" I asked.

"No," Adrienne replied, a hint of sadness in her voice, "girls can't..."

"Oh, I hadn't known that," I replied, tryin' to console her. "So what do we do with the balloon now that I peed in it?"

Her face beamin', she answered, "We take it off..." With that she tightly pinched the balloon just beyond the tip of my cock and began pullin' it away from my body. Perhaps a few seconds later, the stiff ring at the edge of the balloon slipped off my cock.

"Well, then what do we do with the balloon now that it's off my cock?" I asked inquisitively.

Adrienne proceeded to give me the naughtiest grin I'd ever seen, before sayin', "There's lots'a things we can do with it," in a disturbin'ly sly voice.

More than slightly un-nerved by her grin and the tone of her voice, I found myself nervously askin', "Such as?"

The grin remained on her face as she spoke all of three words, "Well, we can..." before trailin' off.

"What?" I asked, curiosity getting' the better of me.

The same grin remained on her face as Adrienne offered, "We can do lots of DIRTY things with the pee..." trailin' off again.

"Things as dirty as walkin' barefoot through the swamp?" I asked, now quite intrigued.

"Dirtier...lots dirtier," she giggled through her grin.

"Really..." I thought aloud.

"Yup," Adrienne said. Takin' a breath, she paused for a second, before continuin' to say, "things so dirty you might not wanna do them," with a smirk.

A part of me was terrified by what sort of disgustin'ly dirty things she might have in mind; but the way she was talkin'...it almost sounded like she was darin' me. "I think I might like to try `em," I said, hopefully callin' her bluff.

Adrienne's grin got bigger. She stood silently for about two seconds before sayin', "Bet you can't drink it all in one big swallow."

"I'm certain I can't," I honestly replied: thoroughly disgusted by the very thought of drinkin' my own urine.

Holdin' up the pee filled balloon, Adrienne seemed to weigh it on her hand, before sayin', "I might be able to," with another grin. After a brief pause, she continued speakin', "Wanna see me try?"

I shuddered, before askin', "You'd actually drink...pee?!"

Noddin' her head, Adrienne explained, "Well, yeah; sure. I've done it lots'a times."

As she said those words it hit me: she was pullin' my leg. "Really; who's pee?" I asked, decidin' to play along.

She took a deep breath before sayin', "Let's see... I drank my little brother's, three of my male cousins', a few of boys' in school, a couple of the guys' who gave me money to sperm in..." she trailed off. In light of her response I was beginnin' to think maybe she was serious. "So, you wanna see if I can drink it all in one big gulp?" Adrienne eagerly asked.

"Well...uhm," I stammered, before thinkin' through what I wanted to say, "Before you said there were thingS," I enunciated the `S', "as in more than just one. What'a the others?"

"Oh. Well, if we were wearing shoes, we could dump the balloon out in the shoes..." she trailed off. She took a breath, "but since we aren't I guess we could empty it over or heads... If we had a funnel, we could force it into our bottoms... Or," she beamed, "you could try to squeeze the pee out into my hole!"

"Oh, my..." was all I managed to say.

We just stood there silently for what felt like several minutes. Then, Adrienne spoke, "I'm kinda thirsty; so if you don't mind I'm gonna try dinkin' it down in one big swallow."

I was about to tell her not to, when it dawned on me: if she drank the pee that was in the balloon, none of it would get one me! "Go ahead, if ya want'ta," I heard myself sayin'.

Adrienne took a deep breath before movin' the balloon up to her lips. She opened her mouth and put the mouth-hole of the balloon between her lips before closin' them tightly over the balloon. She then proceeded to gently release the pressure of her fingers...allowin' the pee to make its way to where her lips were on the mouth-hoe of the balloon.

I almost didn't believe my eyes: Adrienne was about to drink the urine I had just pissed into the balloon! Her very dark eyes seemed to sparkle a little as Adrienne slowly opened her lips. The balloon began to shrink while her cheeks began puffin' out.

After a few seconds had passed, the balloon was all but empty, and Adrienne's cheeks appear to have met their limit in terms of stretchin'. I watched in shocked amazement as she pressed her full lips back together, before takin' an absolutely massive swallow. Her swallow was so big that I could actually see her throat expand as the huge mouthful of my urine was bein' forced down...

Just witnessin' it was enough to make me feel like vomitin', and yet my cock was twitchin' in my swim trunks: now why in the hell would that turn me on?

Smilin', Adrienne dropped the balloon. She licked her lips before openin' her mouth. She stood there for two or three second with her mouth open-wide, before sayin', "Yours tastes pretty good...," she gave me a naughty grin before addin', "Next time, you let me drink it from the source."

Initially I wasn't sure what she'd meant, but then, as I began askin;, "You wanna drink it..." then it hit me, "...right out of...my cock!?"

"That's how I usually drink it," she casually explained: as if drinkin' a guy's urine was completely and totally normal.

I found what she had just said to be so un-nervin' that I was unable to speak.

After a few seconds of silence we once again began walkin' towards the swimmin' hole.

We'd taken about twenty steps when Adrienne broke the silence by askin,' "Do you smell smoke?"

I sniffed at the air a bit, before replyin', "Yea..."

"Oh GOD! The swamp is on fire," Adrienne declared; a look of horror on her young chocolate colored face.

"I sincerely doubt that," I said tryin' to assuage her fears, "With the exception of the bridge, everythin' in the swamp is wet. An' I never seen wet wood burn."

"Yeah...good point..." Adrienne trailed off. The look of horror had disappeared from her face, but I could still see some fear in her almond shaped eyes.

We took a few more steps and the smell of smoke got stronger.

Suddenly Adrienne seemed to start fallin' forward. "What the..." she began to say as I reached out and grabbed her upper arm: keepin' her upright. At the same time there was the sound of pieces of metal clangin' against one-another: what the hell could that be...

The unmistakable sound of a cartridge bein' chambered in a pump-action shotgun.

I let go of Adrienne's arm and whispered, "Don't take another step, and put your hands up very slowly." "What: why?" she said turning towards me. "We just bumped into a trip-wire; somebody's pointin' a shotgun at us,"

I explained as I began raising my hands above my head.

The look of horror returned to Adrienne's face as she raised her hands.

There was a cracking sound, like when somebody steps on a try twig, behind us. I slowly turned my head to see who was there. Before I could see anybody, a familiar voice said, "Damn it JD: you tryin' to get shot..."

I turned my head a bit further; I was right, I did know that voice. Lowerin' my hands, I said, "Jeez, Bo; what're you doin' out here with that shotgun?"

He lowered the shotgun and began walkin' towards Adrienne and me. "Cookin': what else'd I be doin' out here. Who this?" he asked pointing to Adrienne.

"Adrienne: Bill Williams' daughter," I informed Bo. Glancin' at her, I noticed she still seemed very afraid, "This is my cousin, Bo," I told her. The look of fear seemed to melt away from Adrienne as she said, "Hi," in

a very friendly voice, before askin', "What are you cooking?"

"Uhm..." Bo stammered, before changin' the subject by askin', "Why you barefoot?"

Before I could even open my mouth to speak, Adrienne began, "It feels GREAT! It's so cool and wet and squishy... Ouh: it feels really dirty..." Adrienne practically cooed; a look of a blissful pleasure on her small chocolate colored face.

"No really: it does," I said seein' a bewildered look on my cousin's seventeen-year-old face.

"A'right, fine," Bo said, in a dismissive tone: clearly he thought we were nuts. After takin' a breath, he asked, "so what are you two doin' out here in the swamp?"

"Well," I began to explain, "I was showin' her where great-gran'-daddy sunk that Union Regiment in the War `Tween the States..."

Judgin' by the look on Bo's face, I was fairly certain he knew I wasn't tellin' him the whole truth.

"So what are you cooking?" Adrienne asked innocently.

"Uhm..." Bo stammered, before askin', "Ain't your pop a Deputy?"

"Yea, so?" Adrienne replied.

"So..." Bo said, pausin' as he took a breath before continuin', "Welp, I guess..." he trailed off before turning toward me and askin'? "Will she...ah, uhm...can she keep a secret?" real quietly.

"I'm really good at keeping secrets," Adrienne said boastfully.

We stood there for a moment in silence while Bo glared at her, before I spoke up, "I don't think she'll tell anybody."

Bo turned back towards Adrienne, after about thirty seconds of silently sizin' her up; he spoke, "A'right, you promise you won't tell your pop about seein' me out here or about me cookin'; an' I'll show ya."

"Sure: I promise," Adrienne quickly replied.

"A'right: but I'm only trustin' you `cause JD's m' cousin; an' he says you won't tell nobody. You tell anybody it'll be on him, get me?" Bo said sternly pointin' at me at the end of that statement.

A somewhat confused look appeared on Adrienne's small chocolate colored face. "It means if you tell anybody, a guy with a shotgun is gonna be mad at me," I explained.

"Oh," Adrienne said, before addin', "This is a big secret then."

"That it is little lady," Bo said before he began leading us towards a little clearing on a tiny hill risin' up out of the swamp.

Suddenly it appeared before us: under the braches of a couple large-ish trees was Bo's still.

"What's that?" Adrienne asked innocently.

"That...that's my still for cookin' up shine," Bo said, a hint of pride in his voice. He put the shotgun down and picked up a mason jar. Handing the jar to me he continued speakin', "Give this a taste: tell me what ya think..."

I took a small sip of the clear liquid. It had that oh so familiar burn of shine; except there was a slight citrusy taste... "You add lemon to this?" I asked.

"Lemon: no. A drop of lime juice in the bottom of each jar," Bo said before further explainin', "Thinkin' it might help me get more lady customers..."

"Can I try it?" Adrienne asked.

"Course ya can," Bo said taking the mason jar from me and handin' it to Adrienne.

"Just take a little sip, `cause it's pretty strong," I cautioned.

Adrienne took a little sip of the shine. She had this perplexed look on her face as and shortly after she swallowed it down.

"So, what ya think?" Bo asked.

A smile appeared on Adrienne's small chocolate colored face, "I like it. Can I have some more?"

"Another sip if ya want, but anythin' more than that you'll have to pay fer," Bo said

As Adrienne took another sip of shine from the mason jar, I began talkin' to Bo, "You sure sellin' her a jar's a good idea...her old man is a deputy after all..."

"You really think she got any money?" Bo asked me.

"Prob'ly not, but that aint' how she's gonna wanna pay for it cousin," I tried explainin'.

"Can I buy a jar from you Bo?" Adrienne asked almost on cue.

"Sure can little miss," Bo said before askin', "How you gonna pay for it?"

"I don't have any money..." Adrienne began sayin'. She sat on a fallen tree at the edge of the clearin' and continued speakin', "But maybe we can work something out?"

"Maybe we can..." Bo began as he sat a few feet from her on the same fallen tree, "...what you got in mind?"

Adrienne closed the lid on the mason jar and sat it on the ground. She reached into her book bag and pulled out her cigarettes. "Cigarettes for a jar?" she asked.

"That there jar you were sippin' on, that'd be six packs," Bo began sayin', "And one of them big bottles over there..." he pointed at some half-gallon bottles next to the still, "...they be two cartons a piece."

"I don't have that many cigarettes," Adrienne said on a remorseful tone. She pulled a cigarette out of her pack and put it between her plumpish black-lickerish colored lips.

Before she could even pull out her lighter, Bo practically yelled, "What the hell you doin', girlie?"

A look of fear appeared on Adrienne's face. "Don't smoke near a still: it could explode," I explained.

"Oh, I didn't know that" Adrienne sheepishly responded, "Sorry..."

"Welp, we all still breatin' and I believe you when you said you didn't know...no harm no foul," Bo said, "So is the cigarettes all you got to offer, or is there somethin' else?"

"You could sperm in me for one of the little jars," Adrienne proposed.

A perplexed look appeared on Bo's face. I stepped next to my cousin and began whisperin' into his ear, "She's offerin' to let you try plantin' your seed in her...uhm...fertility..."

Bo turned to me and quietly asked, "You done that yet?"

"Yesterday," I replied.

"A little black girl...what could that be worth?" Bo asked.

"Her hole's warm, wet, and very tight...tightest I been in: worth it as far as I'm concerned," I whispered back.

Turnin' to Adrienne, Bo said, "Welp, a'right; so how we gonna do this then?"

A smile appeared on her face as she began liftin' up her sundress.

"What the hell are you wearin' under that dress?" Bo asked loudly as shiny dark purple fabric at the crotch of her swimsuit began comin' into view.

Adrienne stopped dead in her tracks, before sayin', "Oh, right; my swimsuit..."

Turnin' to Bo I commented, "If any of your cream gets on her swimsuit..."

She took a breath before finishin' my thought, "...it will leave a stain..." she took a breath before askin', "Would it be okay if I just swallowed your sperm instead this time?"

Bo glanced at me. I gave him a smile and nodded `yes'. "Yea; a'right," Bo said as he took a step towards Adrienne and began undoin' his fly.

While Bo was fishin' his cock out of his pants Adrienne bent over, positionin' her mouth near his pubic region. I must confess; I was a bit surprised to see that Bo's cock was only half-hard. However, Adrienne's small chocolate colored fingers quickly brought it up to full rigidity.

Like she had with me however many minutes before, Adrienne opened her mouth and began to move her plumpish black-lickerish colored lips toward Bo's cock. As the helmut shaped head of my cousin's member met her young lips, she backed her head a way a bit and proceeded to say, "Whoa, yours is even bigger than JD's."

"Bo is older than me," I commented.

"That's right: it's to be expected," Bo added.

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 cousin's seventeen-year-old ivory colored cock disappeared between her plumpish black-lickerish colored lips, into her wide open mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft, just below its helmet shaped head.

"Well, damn..." Bo commented as Adrienne began she began suckin' on his engorged member while movin' her head up-and-down at the same time. The combination of the accompanyin' slurpin' sound, which I had failed to notice when she was suckin' on my cock, combined with the contrast in color of her lips and Bo's cock was causin' my member to rise to attention...

Perhaps to minutes passed before Bo groaned, "Damn, girlie." I was all but certain that was signalin' the fact that he was shooting his load of hot cream directly into Adrienne's mouth. I stood there amazed as I watched her throat muscles swallow down my cousin's load of cream...

A moment later Adrienne was pullin' her head back; allowing Bo's deflatin' cock to fall from her lips. "Was that good enough for a jar?" she asked in a shockin'ly innocent voice.

"Yea...yea it was..." Bo gasped, tryin' to catch his breath.

"Great," Adrienne said as she stood; before walking over to the row of full mason jars and taking one. "I'm putting a jar in my bag," she declared.

"JD," Bo panted, motionin' me to him. I stepped over next to my cousin. He whispered, "You be bringin' her back to see me as often as you want. I'll make it worth your while, ya hear?"

"Sure," I replied.

"We gonna go to the swimming hole now?" Adrienne asked.

"Absolutely," I replied.

Adrienne walked up to Bo and sayin', "It was real nice meeting you Bo."

"It was nice meetin' you too. Don't be a stranger," he said to her.

"See you in church on Sunday," I said to Bo as Adrienne and I began walkin' away from the still.

"Yea; have fun..." Bo commented.

Adrienne and I had taken about twenty steps back into the swamp, when she said, "Your cousin really spermed a lot in my mouth..."

"Well we are both Atwaters: must be a family thing," I said feelin' a string sense of family pride.

"How many other male cousins do you have?" she asked.

"A couple..." I replied.

"I'd like to meet them too," Adrienne said with a smile.

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