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From: "Ball Four" <ballfour45@lycos.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Girl Scout Nookie Flavors (Mffff, humor - alleged?)
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Date: Wed, 23 Mar 2005 00:10:01 -0500
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Girl Scout Nookie Flavors (Mffff)
by Ball Four

ballfour45 at lycos dot com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ballfour/


## The following story contains explicit description of sexual
activity.  If you are under 18 or live where this material is not
permitted, please do not continue reading.

## This story is fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone or
anything living, dead, or undead is purely coincidental.



Girl Scout Nookie Flavors
---- ----- ------ -------

I hate Frank McCoy.  

I heard the rumors about Girl Scout Nookie.  I then researched if Girl
Scout Nookie was true.  I now wanted Girl Scout Nookie.  I *lusted*
for Girl Scout Nookie.

The entire Girl Scout troop was bought up.  Every single one of those
beautiful, sexy, young, pubescent girls' nookie boxes were already
purchased.

Did they come to my door so *I* could purchase some Girl Scout Nookie?

No!

I hate Frank McCoy.

***

I eagerly answered the door.  There the girls were in all their
flavors: Lemon Asian, Brownie Brunette, Vanilla Blonde, Strawberry
Redhead.  I used my fingers to wipe away the liquid that formed in
the corners of my mouth.  Drool can be a little embarrassing.

"Hello, Mr. Four!" said Strawberry

I loved the sight.  Still, there was someone missing.  "No
Chocolate?"

Strawberry answered my query. "Today she's with Mr. McCoy."

I hate Frank McCoy.

"Come in, come in," I said excitedly.  Four tasty young girls are
still very, very nice.

"Okay," Strawberry said. "But you know we have nothing left to buy."

"Yes, yes," I said too hurriedly.  "I understand.  Just please come
in."

"He looks harmless," said Lemon.

Vanilla and Brownie giggled.

I bit my lip.  Harmless, huh?  Okay.  As long as it gets them in my
door.

The foursome sat down on my big couch.  I pulled up a chair from my
dinette table and sat down in front of them.  I couldn't see up their
skirts, but the skirts were short enough that I kept glancing in that
area hoping to see something.  I really *wanted* to see something.

"So I have this proposition for you," I began.

Vanilla interrupted, "We already told you that Mr. McCoy bought all
our nookie."

I hate Frank McCoy.

"This guy's a moron," said Brownie.  She started to rise.

I held up my hands.  "Please.  Just listen to me and then you can go
if you want."

Brownie settled back down on the couch.

I looked briefly into the eyes of Strawberry, Lemon, Vanilla, and
Brownie.

"I have a pleasurable proposal for you about your Nookie boxes."

"How many times do we have to tell you?" said Lemon.

"I told you he's a moron," said Brownie.  "We're wasting our time."

Strawberry spoke calmly.  "Mr. McCoy has purchased exclusive rights
to the troop's boxes for the entire year."

I hate Frank McCoy.

"I understand," I answered.  I tried to remain calm.  I really tried.
I fear a little desperation crept into my voice.  "If you give away
some boxes for free it wouldn't be violating your agreement with..."
I couldn't say the name.  I just couldn't.

"Mr. McCoy?" said Lemon.

I bristled.

"Yes," I reluctantly said.

I hate Frank McCoy.

I continued.  "He paid for your boxes.  I wouldn't be paying for your
boxes."

"I don't know Mr. Four," said Strawberry.  "Why would we do that?"

"Call me Ball," I replied.  "He can only be with each of you a
couple of times a month, right?  Why not have some extra fun?  As
owner of the boxes, you should get as much enjoyment from them as you
can."

I could see the hesitancy on their faces, yet I could also see them
considering my words.

"I have a thesaurus," I said brightly and hopefully.  I'd learned
from the experiences of others.

"A thesaurus!" said Strawberry as if she had just been pepped up.
"Hmmmm!   Can you excuse us for a moment?"  

I stood up and walked away to give privacy.  The girls whispered
with one another.

I just lustily stared at those young, nubile bodies.  My cock
responded to my vivid imagination.  I wanted Girl Scout Nookie.  I
shouldn't have to go thru all this extra effort to get some.

I hate Frank McCoy. 

When they finished discussing, I returned to my seat before them.
Vanilla's and Brownie's skirts had risen up.  My cock surged from my
slight sight of panties.

Strawberry said, "We think we can have some fun with you."

I smiled.  Things were looking *up*.  

Strawberry continued.  "We think maybe you can taste our boxes, but
you can't be in them."

It was a compromise, but I wanted more.  I want to fuck these girls.

I stood and pulled down my pants and boxers.

"Wouldn't it be better to have this playing in your box?" I said.

The girls giggled as they looked at my hard cock.

"Is it erect?" said Brownie.

The girls broke out into strong laughter.

"I'm just as big as Frank McCoy," I said in distress.

I pulled a ruler out of a kitchen drawer.  I held it up to my cock.
"See!  Six!  I'm just as big."

"That ruler was very convenient," said Vanilla.  "Do you need to pull
it out a lot to prove your size?"

"I think it's a metric ruler," said Brownie.

A whole new round of laughter.

I stood red-faced and frustrated.  

I also hate Frank McCoy.

Strawberry said, "We just feel we should honor the agreement we made
with Mr. McCoy."

"Honor?" I said.  I knew I was sounding like I was pleading but I
couldn't help it.  I wanted Girl Scout Nookie.  "Honor is for Boy
Scouts.  You are Girl Scouts.  Cookies and Nookies are your forte."

Strawberry just shook her head.

I calmed down and fell back to the compromise.  "So how can I taste
these boxes?"

Strawberry said, "We will let you lick our boxes and make us cum."

"And...?" I said.

She shrugged.  "That's it."

"What about my relief?"

"I'm sure you know Mr. Hand."

Masturbation?  I could do that without them around.

"One more thing," said Strawberry.  "We have to tie you up during it."

"What!  What for?"

"It makes sure you don't try to do anything more plus it ties in a
thematic element from Kenny Gamera's Girl Scout experience while
adding our very own twist."

***

I didn't have any "normal" bondage items, but I had some rope in the
garage.  I let them tie me to my bed's headboard.  I'm sure I wouldn't
have had too much trouble working my hands free, so if they had this
sudden urge to leave me tied up I think I could be free within ten
minutes.

Strawberry climbed up onto the bed.  She straddled me and moved over
my face.  My cock throbbed hard in my pants as I looked up at her
beautiful box.  I love red pubes.  She sat down on my face and my
tongue and lips eagerly attacked her clit.  I licked my tongue up
her slit and probed inward.  This would be the best I could get into
the box and so I took advantage.  Strawberry moaned and rocked her
pussy on my face.  In time, she cried out and shuddered.  She clamped
her pussy down on my mouth.  I felt a small release of liquid.  I 
sucked it all into my mouth.

Lemon was a sweet flavor. Vanilla had a tarter taste.  Brownie was
very active on my face and my nose came out a little bruised.  I'd do
her again without hesitation.  Duh!

They all had their panties back on when they untied me.

"Thank you, Mr. Four!" said Lemon as they prepared to leave.

"You are good with the tongue," said Brownie.  "Probably better than
with your cock."

"You can find out," I said hopefully.

She laughed and shook her head.

Strawberry said,  "Be seeing you."

"Be tasting you!" I said.  I wanted to sound cheery and I did enjoy
it, but I was greatly frustrated for my own release.

When the girls were gone, Mr. Hand quickly provided a mostly
unsatisfactory and disappointing release.

I sat back and reflected.  The memory of tasting those four girls
brought life again to my cock.  My next release by Mr. Hand was a
much more pleasurable fantasy.  Fantasy was still the best I was
going to get.

I still hate Frank McCoy.



THE END

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