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Subject: {ASSM} RP GSN03 - Girl Scout Nookies {Frank McCoy}(Mfff,incest, cons, teen, preg?, humor)
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                   Girl Scout Nookies 03
                     Girl Scout Nookies


                     Girl Scout Nookies
                      An Erotic Story

                        Frank McCoy

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Welcome to the Girl Scout Nookie story collection.  In
honor of the Girl Scout Cookie season, this collection is
being reposted in the story order sequence we used in the
Girl Scout Nookie Collection story site at

    http://www.asstr.org/~denny/

This is story number 03.

If the Girl Scouts in Kenny's neighborhood can make money
selling nookies, why can't the Girl Scouts in Mr. Jenkins'
neighborhood? After all, his daughter is in his
neighborhood troop.

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I always thought that the stories posted to newsgroups
were just that: Stories, wild tales of fantasy. Erotic
fantasy, and sometimes funny fantasy like Kenny N. Gamera's
Got Beer? but still fantasy. That doesn't keep me from
having a Thesaurus handy in the front room ever since
reading it though. After all, why take a chance? Yeah, just
a funny story; but what if it WAS true? After reading
Kenny's follow-up story about2222 sexy young Girl Scouts
"selling" their little playmates for bondage (Girl Scout
Nookie Sale), I had to giggle. Everybody knows girls in
that age-group aren't interested in old men. Sigh.
Especially old perverts like me, old enough to be their
fathers.

Still, the idea was erotic. That's why, when a large
fraction of the troop of Girl Scouts my daughter belongs to
came up the drive, dragging behind them a little red "Radio
FlyerT" wagon like Kenny had described in his story, I paid
a little more attention to exactly what the girls said than
I might have otherwise. Karen wasn't in the group of six.
From what my daughter told me earlier I understand the
troop of 26 girls had split up into five groups of five ...
or in this case six, and similarly divided up our small
town, so none of the girls got to have their own parents in
their area ... and the girls were quite protective about
which area they could sell in. Thus we weren't even allowed
to buy cookies from Karen; but were told to expect our
"representatives" to be around later that week. It was only
later that I learned exactly why the girls had this
limitation.

So, about midweek through the "sale", up the drive come
six cute and sexy teenaged girls, all wearing uniforms so
short that most cheerleaders would be envious. I know ... I
know: The Downtown Council doesn't sell the uniforms with
dresses that barely reach to cover their matching panties.
The girls themselves in the local district of five troops
had all gotten together, decided they would fix their own
versions; modifying them by removing almost half the
material in the already short skirts and otherwise
adjusting the tops so that each girl was fitted until the
shirt/blouse fit like a second skin. In between the short
skirt and blouse, the top itself had been shortened until
you could see at least two inches of bare skin and
bellybutton of each teenager.

Several parents (including my wife) had objected until the
girls pointed out that their new uniforms, even as
modified, were much less revealing and sexy than what all
the kids wore to the mall and even to school these days.
Karen kept pestering me and the wife take a trip to the
mall and LOOK at what the girls there were wearing, before
Sarah was finally convinced and stopped objecting. Looking
back at it, I suspect that most of the girls we saw down at
the mall that day were fellow Girl Scouts and schoolmates
of our daughter, all helping each other convince various
parents that their new "uniforms" weren't any more extreme,
erotic, or showing a bit more skin than what all the other
girls in the mall were wearing every day. Yeah, a
conspiracy.

Still, I never objected. I like looking at little girls in
sexy clothing. Yes, even or especially my own daughter.
Over the years Karen has gotten quite a few kinderslut and
"fuck me" outfits; and I at least, have never said a word.
I even used to buy her a few myself when Karen was just a
little girl; sometimes convincing my wife to buy our
daughter tight and short little outfits that a street-
hooker might be embarrassed to wear in public. Since she's
been old enough to select her own clothing I've often
encouraged my daughter to buy short little micro-minis and
tube-tops that show lots of skin, bellybuttons, cleavage
(what there is of it), long sexy legs, and even peeks at
little-girl-panties where a camel-toe shows through if you
look. Or sometimes more than just peeks, with some of the
more extreme outfits. This attitude has gotten me more than
a few hugs and kisses from the girl that I treasure; the
child wriggling in my arms and giving me a hard-on that was
difficult to hide from my little girl. Yeah, I'm a pervert.
Not that I'd actually seduce my own daughter; but still a
pervert who got hard at the idea of doing so ... of having
her firm little body squirming around mine in orgasm while
I filled my little girl's tummy full of baby-making seed.

Most people in the neighborhood know I'm a pervert too;
even including my own daughter. I write sex stories of
horny little girls who seduce older brothers, grandparents,
and sometimes even their own parents. Now mind, I've never
approached my own daughter for sex; and while Karen
probably knows all about the stories I write, she's never
actually asked me about any of them. I assume, but don't
know, that she knows where all those stories are archived
on the net as I've never made it a secret; so she can read
any of those I've posted if she wants to. They're often
also left around the house in unfinished form when I'm
working on some of them. In a similar manner I know the
girl knows about sex and how babies are made; even though
I've never had the nerve to teach her "up close and
personally" like some of the horny men in my stories. She
has full web-access on her computer; and I know (yes, from
snooping around and checking her "history files" and
"favorites") that my daughter is no innocent when it comes
to what men look like naked and how men and women fit
together for sex; a couple of movie-files she's had on her
computer showing such things in full glorious detail. I ass-
u-me that Karen has seen many more; but I'm not enough of a
snoop to check all the time to see what porn she's
downloading. I know it's more than enough for my daughter
to know exactly how babies are made without doing it
herself. Yeah, she's also fully as sexy as any of her
classmates or fellow Girl Scouts; and I'm pretty damned
sure she knows it too. The last time my daughter sat on my
lap ....

Never mind. Still, I was fairly sure Karen was still a
virgin; even though she's thirteen already and blossoming
in ways to give horny old goats like me heart-attacks ...
or more precisely, hard-attacks like then. Oh, not because
Karen was afraid of what either the wife or I might say if
our sexy young daughter came home with thick wads of gooey
male cum up her snatch and oozing into her tight little
panties; but mostly because boys her own age were such
dorks. That she might be turned on and having affairs with
older men hadn't occurred to me. Joining an "innocent"
group like the Girl Scouts, most of whom I also assumed
were similar virgins, fit my mental image of both to a `T'.

Which just goes to show you what ASS-U-ME does: Makes an
ass out of you and me.

So ... Six sexy young girls, ranging in age from twelve at
the youngest to sixteen at the oldest, show up at my door
in Girl Scout uniforms, with a wagon full of cookies and
brochures and order-forms, and other boxes of goodies. I
figured I was going to likely buy at least one box of
everything they had to sell. I did.

"Would you like to buy a box or two?" asked one of the
SYTs (Sweet Young Things) in a voice that ran shivers up my
spine. I looked the girls over and thought of the boxes I'd
LIKE to buy, and then made my mistake, somewhat similar to
the one Kenny made when girls came to his door.

"Why don't you girls come in?" I offered; opening the door
and waving towards the living-room. "There we can discuss
what you're selling and what I want to buy, more
comfortably."

"Oh gee! I dunno," replied the chocolate one.

"Yeah. Mom says you're a prevert who writes stories about
men fucking little girls, and we shouldn't accept
invitations into your house, or you might try to have sex
with us," added one of the younger girls ... obviously a
twin about thirteen, as the matching girl nodded in
agreement.

"Still," decided the oldest girl, a brunette that closely
matched my wet dreams of the perfect sex-partner in bed,
"There's six of us, and only one of you; so it isn't likely
you'll make any of us do something we don't want to. Right,
Girls?"

Oh God. I'm about as far from a rapist as it's possible to
be without being a complete virgin. If any girl ever got in
bed with me it was because she wanted to or I'd convinced
her to, not from any force or even heavy persuasion.

"I guess," at least one of the girls agreed; and then all
six giggling girls were crowding into the room beside me,
without even letting me get fully out of the way. There's
something extra sexy about girls in that age-range; when
they have reached puberty but aren't yet old enough to have
that "adult woman" shape and smell. Did I mention smell?
The aroma of hot sexy young women in the prime of their
fertility gathered closely around you is enough to arouse
any man. I'm no exception. My prick went from half-hard to
hard as a brick; and at least one of the girls couldn't
help but feel it against her thigh as she pushed by me with
a giggle that added to the strain the member was under.

Somehow I knew that all six girls were now aware their
host ... the "pervert who wrote dirty stories about little
girls having sex" was aroused and had a hard-on for them
.... if not from feeling it personally, then by another
horny giggle of the one girl who had. "So what is it you
girls are selling?" I asked; visions in my head of the Girl
Scouts Kenny had met. Girls just don't sell their
classmates into bondage!

"We're selling Girl Scout Nookies, of course, Silly,"
giggled the Asian. "We sell by the box, twenty nookies per
box, and twenty dollars a box."

Uh ... I couldn't have mis-heard what I just thought I
had. "Twenty dollars a box?" I asked; sweating. If the
girls knew what my fevered mind had thought they said,
they'd all be gone in seconds, and likely none would even
be allowed to visit my daughter in the future, as they
previously had. "Isn't that a bit expensive for cookies?"

"Not for cookies, Silly," giggled the younger girl.
"Though we sell them too. Cookies are only three dollars a
box."

Now I really WAS sweating. "You mean?" I asked; not daring
to put the thought running through my horny mind into words.

"Uhuh. As you see us," confirmed the brunette. "Six boxes
here, and for twenty dollars you get twenty nookies from
each box you buy at twenty dollars per box."

Oh God. They couldn't mean what they said. If nothing
else, why so cheap? A dollar a lay from sexpots like these
.....

I put the question into words. "Why so cheap?" I asked.
"I'd think you'd charge much more. Girls like you are
priceless." Dumb, I know, to be admitting that and driving
the price up.

More giggles this time, from the whole group. "It's
because we're young," explained one of the twins. Her
sister carried on, "Most of us are only thirteen or
fourteen," she explained. "Even the oldest of us is like
only 16; so we aren't all that experienced. Besides, I
thought you liked the idea of having sex with young girls.
Isn't that what your stories are all about?" More giggles
from the rest of the crowd.

Oh God. How to explain to these young sexpots that my
fantasy stories are about horny young girls their ages, in
the prime of their fertility, seducing older men, not horny
old men forcing their attention on innocent young girls?
Then I suddenly realized that was exactly what I had here;
and if I didn't act quickly I'd be in Kenny's predicament
of watching the girls vanish in disgust. "Uh ... Can I buy
more than one `box' of nookies from each of you?" I asked.

"Well ...." The six girls looked from one to the other. "I
suppose so," the chocolate one admitted finally. "Usually
though, when more than six boxes are sold, we planned to
split it up among the rest of the troop. Fair's fair, you
know. The other girls deserve to get in on things too."

"Oh." My mind went wild at the thought. "How many girls
are in on the deal?" I asked.

"The whole troop. That's twenty-five girls," was the answer.

"Twenty-five? Why not twenty-six?" I asked; wondering
because I knew how many girls were in the troop.

Another giggle. "Because you can't buy one of the boxes,"
explained the brunette, who seemed to be the main
spokesperson for the group. When I started to ask why, she
explained, "That would be incest."

Oh. OH!

"How many ... uh ... `boxes' have you girls sold so far?"
I enquired; expecting most of the horny men in the
neighborhood to have already taken the girls up on the
offer. After all, they were supposedly already halfway
through their sale.

There was a stirring, and blushing of embarrassment.
"Uh... None ... Yet," admitted the brunette.

"We just decided to try yesterday," explained one of the
twins. "And your daughter said you'd be a good one to try
FIRST," continued the other. "You being such a known pre-
vert and all." More shy and embarrassed giggles.

"That's okay," admitted the Asian, when I stared at them;
her face falling. "It was only an idea. We all agreed that
if you didn't go for it, already being a pervert, it would
probably be a mistake. Sorry we bothered you. You won't
tell on us, will you?" The whole group looked disappointed;
but not ready to press the point.

"Wait!" I yelped; holding up my hand. "I didn't say I
wasn't interested." The girls brightened.

"Uh ... Just how many `boxes' did each of you girls expect
to sell?" I asked; now bringing out my wallet and counting
the twenties inside. Thankfully I'd just been to the bank
and had close to a thousand on me, in preparation for going
to the electronics swap-meet where cash speaks far louder
than checks or credit-cards. This sounded like a far better
deal than any swap meet!

"Uh ... Only about one apiece," admitted the girls. "We
thought we'd see how it went first," explained the
brunette. "If things went well, then we planned on
branching out next year."

I did some fast calculation. "Uh ... How about if I buy
your entire stock?" I offered.

"Oh ... WOULD you?" squealed one of the girls, the
youngest I think, happily jumping up and down and clapping
her hands together.

"Uhuh," I promised. "But if I DO, I want each of you girls
to promise I'll be your only customer this year. I want to
buy your entire output."

The girls looked each other over. "I suppose that's fair,"
conceded the brunette as each of the other girls nodded.

"Lessee," I decided; looking the delicious sextet over. "I
think I'll buy TWO boxes from each of you, and one box each
from each of the other girls in the troop."

"Except Karen, of course," agreed the brunette.

"Except for Karen," I agreed. "I'll buy SIX boxes from
her, since she's my daughter and deserves a bit of extra
business from her own father, if you get what I mean. At
720 nookies, twenty per box, that will give me just a hair
over two nookies a day for the next year, or about two a
month from each girl in the troop and a little over two
nookies a week from my daughter."

"But ...." The girls looked at each other and finally
agreed. "You really are a pervert, you know," one of them
added, but without any steam in the accusation; instead
grinning at me while making the charge.

"Yeah, I know," I agreed. "When will I expect delivery?" I
asked.

The girls again looked at each other. "Well ... We have
chits here for each of us," they explained; showing what
looked like business cards with signatures of each girl on
them in small cookie boxes. "We only have one box of twenty
for each of us right now. We'll have to bring back the
others tomorrow. Then you only have to give one to the girl
who signed it and she'll supply the Girl Scout Nookie.
We'll have to make up the extras for each of us and your
daughter too."

"Don't tell Karen I'm buying up her stock," I cautioned.
"Just let my daughter know that you got an order for more
than one `box' of her nookies. Let her lord it that
somebody likes her so much that she sold more nookies than
the whole rest of the troop, without even being there
personally. Okay?"

"Okay, Mr. Jenkins." The girls all nodded and agreed to
keep it a secret from my daughter who they had sold her
"services" to. It wasn't as if I was somebody horrible who
would beat her, rape her, treat her badly, or even as if it
was something painful like selling my daughter into bondage
similar to how the Girl Scouts in Kenny's neighborhood had
been marketing their playmates "services". Sex, after all,
is fun, or at least should be.

"Uh ... Before I pay ...," I started.

The girl looked at me suspiciously.

"Usually before I buy cookies, I at least get a taste of
what I'm buying," I haggled. "And I'd like to sample at
least two nookies before I buy, in the same manner, just to
be sure I'm getting my money's worth. Over seven-hundred
dollars is quite a bit of money to spend without at least
sampling some of the goodies first, don't you agree?"

Again a shared look, a nod, and a shrug from each girl.

"So ... Line up there on the couch and take off your
panties, so I can get a good taste of each one of you," I
directed. "Once I get a taste, I'll know better which ones
I want to sample first." A canard. I already KNEW which two
girls I was going to "sample" with my prick that afternoon.
I'd had my eyes on the little twelve-year-old and her
chocolate partner ever since they'd walked in the door. Oh
not that the older teenager, the Asian, or the two twins
weren't delectable pieces of tail in their own manner. It's
just that I've had dreams about two such girls for years.

To my surprise, and confirming that I would be getting
exactly what the girls had been promising, all six girls
hurried to remove the sexy cotton panties that were part of
the uniforms, underneath the short little skirts that they
all wore. Then all six liked up side-by-side on the couch;
each proudly or embarrassedly, as appropriate to each,
spread her legs and displayed bare little cunny or furry
snatch to my horny gaze and soon to my licking tongue as I
"tasted" each girl and compared her scent and flavor to
each of the others; going back and forth between each of
them as I supposedly "made up my mind" as to which girl
would get to feel my prick instead of my tongue inside her
tight little snatch.

To my surprise, each girl not only felt different to my
probing tongue, from bare preteen cunny to full-furred
teenaged twat; but each also tasted entirely different. The
12-year-old tasted soft and sweet, while the twins were
almost but not quite the same. The chocolate sweetie was
slightly musky but not objectionably so; and the 16-year-
old tasted and wriggled around my tongue like the woman she
was; while the Asian girl tasted indefinably different from
all the other girls. I could have lapped and sucked
teenaged pussy all afternoon long; and I don't think a
single one of the girls would have objected in the
slightest if I had done so. However, something else had
other ideas: My swollen and horny prick. If I didn't get it
IN one of these horny young sexpots, I would be wasting my
cum down my pants' leg and all over the carpet instead of
up inside one of the girls' tight little boxes where it
belonged.

"Are you ready?" I questioned the little twelve-year-old
spread out before me, while her companions watched wide
eyed as my big (to them) prick approached the youngster's
tiny slit.

Wordlessly the child nodded and spread her legs until she
was almost doing the splits; her eyes wide and perhaps even
a little bit frightened at the enormous (to her) dong
approaching her tiny slit. Now I'm not one to compare dick-
sizes in macho displays of "I'm bigger than you;" but had
once measured my prick in a moment of curiosity. I'm not
big ... but I'm not small either. A hair over six inches
puts me pretty much smack in the middle of the "normal"
range for White Anglo-Saxon Males. Still, even 6" probably
seems a bit large to a young virgin who isn't even a
teenager yet, and likely won't be for six months or so.
Thankfully the girl was completely wet inside, both from my
tongue lapping her genitals and from her own natural
lubrication at the thought of having a real man's prick
inside her for the first time. Though not exactly a virgin,
what with tampons, hot-dogs, and even one rather long
candle, Tina had never had a real MAN'S prick inside her
before; stretching her tight little baby-hole with real cum-
squirting male meat, the way nature intended men and women
to procreate. Twelve years old or no, Tina, like all the
other girls in the troop, was a real woman in the way that
counted most: Having periods for over six months by then,

Yes, I now knew the names and ages of all six girls. Tina
was the blond twelve-year-old. Tammy and Sammy were the
twins at thirteen. (Tamara and Samantha) Melissa was the
sixteen-year-old brunette that had done most of the
talking, Char was the chocolate dream at fourteen, and Tika
was the fifteen-year-old Asian girl. It isn't polite to
have sex with somebody you haven't been properly introduced
to. Though ... Having sex, full vaginal intercourse with
somebody, is sometimes the BEST introduction you could ever
get, I've found out on occasion. In the next few months I
would be so-introduced to not only each one of these girls,
but all the rest of the girls in their troop. Or at least,
so it seemed anyway. While of wet-dream quality, I wasn't
worried about this being a dream; because if it had, I'd
have long since woke up with the wildly spurting "solution
to my problem" making a sticky mess of my hand. Now if it
could only last without my wife interrupting or the girls
deciding later to back out of the deal ... I'd worry about
that when it happened.

I rubbed my precum-leaking prick up and down the child's
slit, so it would be easier getting inside her ... and slid
it up in the girl to the root; only pausing halfway in to
pull out about a half inch or so to help lubricate my
entrance before bottoming out with the head of my penis
prodding the child's hard little knob of a uterus and her
bare little cunny-lips splayed out around the base where it
rubbed against the black fur of my pubic hair.

"Oh GOD, that feels good!" I moaned.

Tina just whimpered back at me; not pulling away; but not
yet pushing back at me either. It took three strokes in and
out before Tina was whimpering, "Oh Mr. Jenkins ... Oh ...
Oh ... OH!" while wrapping her legs around my body and
pulling me into hers.

I wanted to fuck the little girl for two or three hours at
least before filling the kid's barely maturing little womb
with my seed. Only Tina's already tight little baby-hole
began cramping around my swollen penis; milking it for the
sticky cum the girl knew I had inside, as I fucked the
first preteen of my life. It seems the youngster was just
as turned on by finally fucking a real MAN, as I was by
finally fucking a little girl like I had so often dreamed
of being in my fantasies.

It was way too exciting. "Here it comes," I warned Tina,
as the first thin spray of sperm-laden liquid spat from my
bulging prick into the warm wet depths of the sexy little
preteen's developing fertility.

Tina's eyes widened as she felt the first jerk of my penis
inside her. "Be careful when you cum in me," the girl
warned; but not pulling away from me. "I'm not on the pill,
and my period was just last week."

Oh God! The warning was too late. I was already spurting
wildly inside the girl; swamping the child's developing
womb with spurt after gooey spurt of baby-making cum as I
emptied my prostate in her belly. Squirt after squirt and
jet after thick sticky white jet spat into the girl's belly
as my prostate pumped, throbbed, jerked, and forced glob
after thick pearly-white viscous glob of sperm-filled baby-
goo into the warm, welcoming, and fertile young depths of
Tina's most intimate and private parts.

Not that I could have pulled away, even if I had wanted;
as Tina was humping madly back at me, both arms and legs
wrapped around my body like a baby monkey hangs on to its
mother. I had no choice where that load of baby-juice was
going but right into the child's body where my firing penis
was determined to put it.

"How come you're not on the pill?" I finally gasped, as
the incredibly delicious sensation of ejaculating inside
the belly of a fertile little girl, actually breeding a
preteen like I'd often dreamed of doing, finally started to
fade. `A good question,' I thought, as my wilting prick
oozed a few last sticky drops of dangerous sperm-filled
semen inside the child's tiny vagina. Heck, even ten and
eleven-year-old little girls these days are usually on the
pill; if nothing else, as precautions against things like
what just had happened between the two of us, with me
ejaculating inside her unprotected vagina before I even
realized the girl was fertile and could pull out. Not that
I would have mind; since Tina didn't really seem to expect
me to. But if she was worried about it, the kid should have
let me know before I was already pumping thick gooey sperm-
filled cum inside the girl's tight and unprotected little
baby-hole.

"Mom and Dad are Catholics," explained Tina; still working
against me to get her own last twinges of sensation out of
my now half-hard prick still leaking sperm-laden cum deep
inside the soft pinkness of the youngster's smooth young
pre-teenaged belly.

"But ... But what if you get ...." I couldn't say it.

Tina shrugged. "... Pregnant?" she finished for me;
squirming against my body to extract each last drop of
precious seed I had in me; as if such a situation wasn't in
the least bit worrying to the girl. "To Mom and Dad it's
better if I come home with a big belly than if they find an
abomination of birth-control in my room." She shrugged
again; as it became obvious I had no more to give. "It's
NOT as if they don't know about kids my age having sex
these days," she mused.

I looked around at the other five wide-eyed watching
girls. Watching me breed their young companion had been
quite an eye-opener to the older girls. "Are any of the
other girls in the troop not protected?" I inquired;
curious if I might "get lucky" with one of the other Scouts
as well. Breeding even one little teen or preteen was
something I'd never expected. Could it be possible for me
to get two or more? As far as I knew, there weren't all
that many Catholics in our neighborhood except for my wife
and me, and about two neighbors.

"Just Char," replied Melissa; looking over at the
chocolate girl waiting for her "turn". "Her and your
daughter, of course."

Oh God. I couldn't help it. I didn't even TRY to resist
the sudden obscene urge that overtook me. Yanking my
suddenly re-erect prick from the belly of the child I had
been fucking, I sheathed it in the soft young vagina of the
mixed-race girl. Within seconds I was spewing even more cum
in the older girl's belly than I had in her companion. No
work-up, no in-and-out, only jam my swollen cum-spewing
prick to the hilt in the teenager and flood the girl's womb
with baby-making seed. Ever since I had been a barely
pubescent boy who spent hours each day visiting with dark
colored neighbors and one particularly sexy girl; putting
in hours sitting, watching TV with her wearing little more
than a sun-suit while our parents gabbed about who-knows-
what in the other room, I'd had quite a few daydreams and
even wet-dreams about porking a chocolate colored little
girl and filling her womb with my seed ... like I oh-so-
wished I had that other girl back then. Hell, I would
gladly have married the girl if I'd knocked her up ... or
even if I hadn't, just for the chance to feel my prick
inside her, stretching her tight little baby-tube and
squirting even once inside her like nature intended a boy
and a girl to reproduce.

Many's the time since I've kicked myself mentally for not
even trying. I think now, that the slightly older girl was
trying to seduce me; and I was just too dense to get her
offer. Perhaps not; but I regret never making a move; being
too scared of what might happen if she objected, with both
of our parents being in the next room. I've often wondered
if my mother and hers didn't put the two of us together
like that, alone and her barely-dressed; just so us kids
would have the chance to do something sexy together, even
if the two of us weren't brave enough yet to have full
penetrating vaginal sexual intercourse with each other. One
night my mother and I slept over at their house ... the
girl's room just down the hall from the closet I slept in
that night. When I got up to pee, the girl's door was wide
open on the way back; while I'm fairly sure it had been
tightly closed when I went by the other way. That I never
got up the nerve to poke my head inside; likely leaving the
poor kid to jack off in her lonely bed that night,
imagining it was ME sliding my stiff young prick in and out
of her tight and horny little cunny instead of her own
lonely finger, when we BOTH could have had enormous fun
relieving the pressure each of us had between our legs by
my emptying my prostate in her loins and her feeling me get
off inside her to bring her own orgasm around me, if I'd
just been brave enough ....

Well, I made up for it THIS time; spurting and jerking and
thrusting inside Char's delicious chocolate body while the
girl patted me on the back and comforted me as I spewed jet
after pearly white jet of sticky sperm-laden cum deep into
the warm welcoming recesses of the girl's developing
fertility. I guess the little Girl Scout knew just how much
I needed that relief; as she never asked for anything in
the way of sexual stimulation in return, other than my
swollen prick pumping and jerking madly inside her tight
little vagina as I spilled gob after sticky gob of potent
seed in the kid's sexy young tummy.

"Thank you," I breathed sincerely; for a moment wondering
if Char could possibly be the daughter of that same girl;
then dismissing the idea as improbable. Still: She was
almost exactly the same color. Another possibility appeared
in my mind that I hurriedly tried to forget. Her mother
wouldn't ... would she?

"You're welcome," Char responded; holding me close and
tenderly while my prick wilted and finally oozed out of her
tight little slit. Not a word was said by either one of us
about the possibility (probability?) of my wriggling sperm
combining with her current egg, and the possible
consequences thereby. We both knew where babies came from,
that I was virile, having had at least one daughter, and
that Char was open, fertile, and completely unprotected
against the baby-making effects of the vigorous sperm now
squirming their way up inside her body; seeking the girl's
egg to fertilize. It's just what we both knew were the
normal consequences of a girl in her position and fertility
making an offer like the one I had decided to accept from
her and her sexy companions. If there were long-term
effects from that coupling ... well, there were. I wasn't
going to worry about it; and (quite obviously) neither was
Char.

I was done ... with sex anyway ... for the moment.

"WELL worth the price," I commented, as I peeled off 38
twenties from the roll in my wallet.

"Uh ... Mr. Jenkins," objected Melissa, offering me one of
the twenties back. "That's more than the price we asked."
The girls were honest.

So was I. "You ARE selling cookies too, aren't you" I asked.

Nods all around.

"I'll take three boxes of those thin-mints," I explained.
"Plus three more boxes of cream-fills. As for the two extra
dollars ...." I looked over at the two panting children
still oozing white goo from their bare little slits. "I
think I got my money's worth there too ... Don't you kids
agree?" A dollar a nookie was an incredible low-price. High
for cookies maybe; but incredibly low for "service" like
that. Still, I wasn't one to object to a bargain.

The girls again looked at each other and nodded.

"I'll bring over the rest of your chits later today,"
promised Tika, "since I'm the closest." The hot little
Asian girl looked at me hopefully; obviously wishing I
would redeem one of hers when she returned. Sadly, I knew
there wasn't a prayer of that; as her two sexy young
companions had drained every drop of sperm I had in me that
day. Besides, I was married and had other obligations.

Over seven hundred dollars poorer in money, but incredibly
richer in experience, I watched the last of the girls go
out the door; still buttoning their clothes up after that
incredible sexual experience of being fucked or watching
their compatriots mating like minks. A final Click! of the
door announced their final departure. I sighed at the
memory.

Still ... over two Girl Scout Nookies a day for the next
year would be quite something to look forward to. I looked
at one of the chits. Yes, besides the signature, each had
the girl's phone number; only Char's having a note that
hers was the Family Phone, not her own private cell-phone
like the other girls had. If the Scouts ran this same
special next year ... AND I was still alive and not dead
from sexual exertion, I planned on buying out the whole
troop's "services" then, just like I had today. I didn't
want any of the other horny men in the neighborhood even
finding out the Girl Scouts were selling Nookie.

"Who was that, Dear?" asked my wife; hearing the closing
door. Sarah gets so involved in her projects she rarely
pokes a nose out of the room she has her business in.

"Just some girls from the local troop selling Girl Scout
Nookies," I replied.

"That's good. Did you buy any?" she asked.

"Uhuh. I bought several boxes."

"That's good. Don't get greedy though, and use them all up
at once," she warned. "You could get a heart attack that
way." Sarah knows how I like sweets, and that I'm what they
call "borderline" diabetic. Not enough to need medication,
but enough to watch my diet.

"Yes, Dear."

As promised, Tika showed up about two hours later with a
cookie-box full of chits ... seven hundred twenty of them,
when I added in the one-hundred-twenty the six girls had
left earlier. I wasn't able to give the poor girl more than
a hug; holding her horny and eager body against mine, a
kiss where I licked her tongue, and a promise to redeem one
of her nookies the next day when I'd recovered. Still, the
girl squirming her eager body against mine almost tempted
me to redeem the chit right then. Almost. Tika, like all of
the Scouts in my daughter's troop, WAS a sexy little thing;
and fully as erotically tempting to my horny and already
cum-dripping prick as a scoop of "Peaches and Cream" Ice-
Cream on a cone was to the palate. Still, I had other uses
for where that hard-on needed to go, that evening. I wasn't
Superman. A Horny old goat of a pervert, yes. A superman
who could fuck all night and day like some of the stories I
wrote, no. I wonder sometimes if such men really exist
outside of authors' like Kenny and mine's fevered
imaginations.

That night, after Sarah and I watched the news and then
retired to bed, the wife snuggled down and turned over. No
sex from my wife tonight. Not that Sarah would have turned
me down if I had been insistent or obviously horny. She's
too nice for that. But a long hard day cut into her
interest; and she wasn't going to arouse me if I didn't
look like I needed it. How could I claim that, after the
two rousing ejaculations I'd had into two sexy and fertile
teen and pre-teenaged bellies that afternoon? I still felt
a little guilty about that ... But not a lot. After all,
each of the sexy and cute young sluts (and I call them
"sluts" as the purest of compliments), including my own
cute and sexy young slut of a daughter, knew exactly what
they were bargaining for, once the girls gave up their more
"usual" Scout enterprises and started selling "Girl Scout
Nookies" instead of cookies. Thinking of which ....

Hearing Karen flush the toilet when I came back from the
kitchen with a glass and a thin-mint, I decided it was time
to collect.

"Daddy!" objected Karen' holding her see-through nightie
in front of her in vain attempt to hide her developing body
from my view. I'd previously encouraged my daughter to buy
the filmy little baby-doll, which she sometimes wore around
the house, to my delight; as the thin material didn't hide
a single one of her charms from my interested gaze. Even
the bottom of the top didn't cover the crack of the child's
pouting young vulva; and Karen rarely if ever wore panties
underneath. "What are you doing in here," she lowered her
voice to a whisper to ask. "Mom will have a fit if she
finds you in here, with me naked."

Possibly ... You never know. I'd worry about that when it
happened. In explanation I held up the chit I'd pulled from
my supply; handing it to Karen with her signature up where
she could see it.

Karen's eyes widened slightly in surprise; but didn't say
a word. Instead, my daughter dropped the filmy nightie and
lay back on the bed, legs spread and waiting. No more than
her comrades in the Scouts was Karen going to back out on a
deal ... even if it was her own father sampling her charms,
instead of some neighbor pervert like she'd likely expected
.... Or, thinking about it ... Had she? Karen was the person
the other girls said to try ME first, to see if the new
sales worked ....

I decided to wonder and worry about that later. Unless
Karen started screaming, "Rape!" or pushing me off, I was
going to fuck the hell out of the kid, just like I had
fucked her troop-mates earlier that day. Only, this being
my own daughter, I wasn't about to just climb on top of the
girl and stick it in like I had with her two comrades. I
wanted Karen to enjoy every affair and use of her body that
I made; not just put up with the sex from her father
because she had to, and a deal was a deal.

Moving between my daughter's legs, I motioned for Karen to
lift them so I could get my face down between her thighs
and taste her liquids to see if she was as tasty as the
other girls had been.

"Oh Daddy," she objected for a second, "You don't have
to...."

Then Karen's plaints became more quiet and sensual. "Un
.... Oh Daddy," she moaned. "Please? Oh Daddy." My
daughter's whines and whimpers became more and more just
moans of excitement until she was making almost continuous
mewling sounds of sexual pleasure as I ate my little girl
through one, then two, and finally three orgasms; the last
with her mashing her pubic bone against my nose until we
both were almost bruised from the contact. Only when Karen
was gasping with relief from the third climax, her tight
little hole clamping around my now-probing forefinger, did
I move up the girl's body; lick her soft young navel like
I'd longed to so many times before; tongue her firm young
breasts like I'd dreamed about; and finally nuzzle into the
smooth nape of her neck while fisting my penis into the now
soft, wet, slippery, and silky entrance to my daughter's
welcoming young body.

"Oh Daddy," moaned Karen into my, "Oh Karen," as my prick
finally felt the soft wet ring of my daughter's vagina
clamping around the head like I'd so often dreamed about
before. "Why didn't you ever do this before?" she asked in
wonderment, while her legs wrapped around my ass and pulled
me deeper inside. "I've waited for you for SOOO long," she
complained, "but you never came. I was beginning to worry
I'd have to do it with somebody else, first. That's why I
decided to go in with the rest of the girls on this sale,"
she explained; working on and off my prick now, until the
head was prodding her cervix and leaking precum and some
sperm into her waiting womb.

"You never invited me before," I responded; motioning with
my head to the chit beside her bed. Well ... The chit WAS
an invitation of a kind, wasn't it?

"Ooh," she responded to the probing of my prick at her
innards, while working back at me to get the last few
inches inside her vagina. "I guess I'll just have to invite
you in my bed a little more often, won't I?"

I giggled. "About a hundred nineteen more times, by my
figures," I agreed; thinking of the rest of the chits
hidden down in the living-room.

"Oh ... Oh MUCH more often than that," objected Karen; now
milking my prick with her internal muscles until I was
about to scream ... or fill the girl's belly with
incestuous cum. "At least once a night," she affirmed;
working back at me in a copulating manner I hadn't even
suspected my daughter knew about. "Once a night, from now
on, at the very LEAST," she informed me greedily. Suddenly
the slightly-more-than-two nookies a day I'd already
bargained for began to seem like way too much for an old
man like me. Damn, I wasn't THAT old. Here I was used to
jacking off as often as five times a day. Certainly I could
handle two horny girl-scouts, my sexy young daughter a
couple of times a day, and my wife and ... Oh God. I was
sunk!

"Oh Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Please, Daddy?" whined Karen; now
working back at me as I slid in and out. Suddenly her
vagina went into squeezing cramps around my prick and I
lost it; ejaculating screaming jet after aching jet of
pearly white cream deep inside the fertile young depths of
my daughter's body where it belonged. Spurt after spurt,
and glob after aching glob rippled through the base of my
penis, along the tube on the bottom, and spat forcefully
into the deepest part of my little girl's hot little hole,
where it splashed wetly and obscenely onto and into the
tight little knob of the sucking uterus leading to my
little girl's fertile and completely unprotected young
womb. Each thick white squirt of family seed painting the
inside of the child's belly with incestuous seed and
pooling wetly and messily in the hollow of her vagina, next
to my daughter's cervix, which drank in the gooey mess as
Karen's own orgasm made the muscles of her developing
uterus suck each precious squirt and splatter of my potent
semen even further inside her, towards the center of her
body and waiting young womb.

"Do it, Daddy," encouraged Karen; now milking my prick
with her strong vaginal muscles, once the girl realized I
was cumming in her. Having already had three good orgasms,
(or was it now four) my daughter now worked against me to
extract every precious drop of seed my prostate had
manufactured since being emptied earlier this afternoon in
the soft young bellies of her fellow Girl Scouts. "Cum.
Cum. Cum," she encouraged, while my dick jerked, spurted,
and then finally oozed the last sticky drops of semen in
her now-flooded crack. "Oooh, you must have needed that
bad," she finally commented as my thick gooey ooze started
seeping out of her body. "I'm all goopey down there."

She was. Karen's cunny slowly closed after I managed
finally to extract my prick from inside her; white globs of
gooey cum coated the lips and more white goo slowly seeped
from inside her body in a flow that didn't seem to want to
stop, even though she kept mopping up the overflow with
tissue after tissue from beside the bed. How could I tell
my little girl it wasn't so much sexual need after boinking
her two fellow Scouts that afternoon, but a more mental
need to feel her body squirming around mine and milking my
prick with her vagina ... a need I'd had for thirteen years
now, ever since she was born, that made me cum so hard and
so excitedly once my prick was surrounded by my own
daughter's body and her tight little baby-hole was milking
for my sperm like I'd so often dreamed about while she was
growing up. I just couldn't, not without making Karen feel
guilty about not taking my prick inside her years earlier;
and it wasn't HER fault we hadn't gotten together before
this. Oh, I could have approached the girl many times while
she was growing up; and I know Karen would never have
turned me down if she'd known I was even slightly
interested in having sex with my own daughter. What little
girl WOULD turn her father down if she knew the man she
loved was aching to get his prick inside her body? And
that, of course, was exactly why I hadn't done it. It would
have felt to me to be too much like rape; forcing her by
parental pressure to fuck her own father. And just knowing
I wanted to have sex with her, would have been force, or at
least strong pressure on my part to make her do it.

However, once it was clear to me that Karen was willing to
give her body to somebody equally willing to support her
Scout Troop with a few dollars donation ... Well, why
shouldn't that "somebody" be me ... The man who had
worshipped her body and ached to feel his prick inside his
own little girl's tight little cunny-hole for years?

"Mmmmm, Daddy?" Karen interrupted my musing as she looked
down at her hole, still oozing thick male cum after several
minutes.

"Yes, Hon?" I felt right now to call my daughter "Hon" or
"Honey" just like I called her mother, now that we'd
finally had sex together.

"You're going to have to stop cumming in me like that,"
she explained; not complaining exactly; but looking
pointedly down at the curdled mess I'd made of her
privates. "Mom is going to have a fit if my panties get
tight," she added for emphasis.

Now THIS I didn't think was really my problem. Each of the
girls had likely discussed such things with each other
BEFORE agreeing to sell "boxes of nookies" in addition to
the "usual" wares Girl Scouts sold.

"You're going to back out of the deal?" I asked; somewhat
disappointed; but not one to either rape my little girl or
force her into an unwanted pregnancy. "I guess I could
return the chits to the girls, and ask for my money back,"
I decided.

"Dad! I don't mean that, and you don't need to ask for
your money back," she stopped me. "It's just that Mom IS
going to have a fit when I come down to breakfast with a
swollen tummy, since it seems you WANT to do it in me like
this." Almost unnoticed was Karen's change-of-attitude from
"if" to "when" she got pregnant with my baby.

"I guess we'll cross that bridge when we come to it,"
Karen and I spoke the old saw almost in unison; then
grinned at each other. I was thrilled! My little girl had
for all practical purposes agreed to let me get her
pregnant ... and didn't seem to be annoyed at all about the
idea! In fact, she was grinning at me when she saw my
delight. How was I EVER so lucky as to have such a
wonderful girl for a daughter?

If, no when the three girls' sexy young tummies started
getting big, I knew none of them planned on getting me in
trouble over the issue. Even if I did, it would likely be
six months or more before any of the girls got so big in
the belly that anybody was forced to notice; and likely all
three would have given birth by the time anybody fingered
me and tried to cause trouble for the local pervert. I
figured that anywhere between nine and a dozen months of
full unprotected vaginal intercourse several times a day
with over two dozen teen and preteen Girl Scouts in the
prime of their fertility, even though most would be on the
pill, would be well worth the risk, even if I did get
caught somehow. Though, with two or three sexy teen and
even preteen young girls visiting the house of a pervert
every day; spending sometimes hours a day "visiting" in his
bedroom with the horny old goat (me) and then emerging
anywhere from half an hour to several hours later from my
house well-fucked and with sticky man-cream in each of
their bellies and soaking into their sexy little-girl-
panties, it would probably be close to impossible to keep
our liaisons a complete secret from everybody in the
neighborhood. Still, I knew all the girls would do what
they could to help me, even if something did go wrong. In
any case, I knew I would be saving my chits for those two
particular girls for the days they were between periods and
likely close to ovulating until each one finally "caught".
All the rest of the girls in the troop I'd take on and yes,
fuck, with thick white gobs of baby-goo squirting wildly in
two or three of their pill-protected young bellies every
day during the rest of the year. Yes, I planned on getting
all of the fertile-three pregnant with my babies; and I'm
pretty sure Tina, Char, and Karen were all quite aware of
that ... including most especially my own sexy, horny, and
yes, fertile young daughter. I was pretty sure it was Karen
who had been responsible for the Scouts sending the only
two unprotected girls in the troop along to "help take my
order" in their tummies this first time. It would be a fun
year, or however long it was, while it lasted. With the
whole Girl Scout troop continuously chasing me for the next
year, nobody could accuse me of raping the girls, or
forcing them into something they didn't want ... Laws
against having sex with little girls their age to the
contrary.

Fuck the law.

A kiss, a mutual, "Thank you," and "Thank you, Daddy," and
I headed back down the hall to where my wife was sleeping
.... I think, anyway. On the way I picked up the remains of
the milk and thin-mint.

"What took you so long?" asked Sarah, sleepily, as I
crawled into bed with her; my prick surprisingly still half-
hard after pumping what felt like gallons of sperm in our
little girl. "I expected you back sooner."

"I was just getting some milk and a little Girl Scout
Nookie that I bought earlier. Karen's troop sells them," I
explained; chewing noisily on the remains of the mint
before rinsing my mouth out with the last of the milk.
"Nookie" sounds so much like "cookie" that I knew my wife
wouldn't notice; especially since the second word was what
she would be expecting. People hear what they expect to
hear. And, at least with milk and thin-mint cookie in my
mouth I wouldn't taste of little-girl if Sarah wanted her
usual Goodnight Kiss.

"It was really good, I hope?" she asked me; snuggling down
and pulling the cover over her head. No kiss after-all. Not
that I needed it to know my wife loved me. We didn't sleep
together in the same bed just because it was cheaper.

"Huh?" Somehow I had lost track of the conversation. Sex
tends to knock a man out; most falling asleep soon
afterwards; and I am no exception.

"The Girl Scout Nookie you got from Karen. Was it good?"

"Oh yeah," I agreed with a contented sigh; thinking of how
wonderful Karen's tight little tube had felt, squeezing on
my prick and milking my baby-making sperm deep inside her
belly where it belonged. "Oh yeah!"

"... Her period's due in a little more than a week you
know," my wife added sleepily, before turning over and
completely ignoring me.

Suddenly I was wide awake again and sweating to beat the
band.

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Copyright 2005 Frank McCoy

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