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Subject: {ASSM} RP GSN09 - The Girl Scout HSN {Ball Four} (nosex, humor-alleged?)
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                   Girl Scout Nookies 09
                     The Girl Scout HSN


                     The Girl Scout HSN

                         Ball Four

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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 09.

Frustrated because the local Girl Scout Nookies market has
been cornered, Ball discovers the overseas Girl Scout Home
Shopping Network and places an order.  Soon, Girl Scout
Allie arrives and teaches him lesson about "truth in
advertising."

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Proclaiming the Disclaimer

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.

just-this-guy at hotmail dot com
http://storiesonline.net/auth/justthisguy 

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I hesitated to write this additional Girl Scout Nookie
story. Most sequels sully the reputation of the first
story. "Jaws" good, "Jaws 2,3,4" bad. "Jaws 7 Killer
Minnows" bad with a vengeance. "Speed" good, "Speed 2"
honor graduate of P.U., "Speed 3 Runaway Moped" yoikes!
Rocky...uh...bad example.

Sometimes you get this story in your head and you try to
kill it by thinking about sharp objects and stabbing the
mental image with it. Doesn't work. You have to give
yourself a mental paper cut, so that you bleed it all over
the "paper" to get it out of your system. So that is what I
have foisted upon you here. I apologize ahead of time.

(I especially apologize since other authors have added to
this sub-genre over the weekend. The genie is out of the
bottle. I'll return to my regularly scripted smut)

just-this-guy at hotmail dot com
http://storiesonline.net/auth/justthisguy

The doorbell rang.

In Pavlov response, my cock rose and my mouth watered to
the thought of sucking four tasty Girl Scout twats.

I opened up the thesaurus to the word "savory" and placed
it on the end table. I had yellow-highlighted the word a
few days ago.

I happily flung open the front door. It was four Girl
Scouts, but some how they were all combined and packaged
into one very portly girl.

"Mr. Four?" the lone girl inquired.

"Yes?" I habitually replied to the sound of my name.

She walked right past me into my place before I could
react and plopped herself on my couch. The springs squeaked.

"What are you doing?" I asked in slight panic. My four
favorite flavors would be arriving soon.

"I'm here to sell you my Girl Scout Nookie. You can't
sample it fully today, but you can..." She saw my open
thesaurus "...savor it today."

I am sure my face displayed the shock I felt.

"Do you use this book?" she asked and pointed at the
thesaurus.

"Sure. Of course," I responded.

"I was wondering. I've read some of the stories you've
written. They redefine awful. I've printed them out, read
them, and then lined my bird cage with them. Your stories
stink so bad, my parrot would rather hold it in than crap
on them."

She took a quick breath, and before I could respond she
continued.

"Once we make the deal, I can come here once a week and
you can shoot your baby-making juice up my sweet little
twelve-year old pussy. We can pretend to fret that I might
be pregnant if you want."

Oh, my erection I mentioned before I opened the door?
Nowhere in sight now. Vanished. Disappeared. Took the fast
lane out of town. It fled and left no forwarding address.

"That's very kind of you," I said politely. I didn't want
to crush her by flat out saying to her that she was not
desirable to me. "I'm very satisfied with my current Girl
Scout arrangement."

Her face drooped. "You'd rather just lick the boxes than
be in the box?"


"I'm working on getting a girl thru Girl Scout HSN." I
then tried to redirect her interest. "Have you met Russ
Hosig...Hoistig... Hosingin...oh, fuck it...have you met
Russ? Keep knocking on his door. He might be in his
basement. You know what basements mean right? Either a
bondage theme or a special fun sex room. Go visit him. He
needs to know there are nice Girl Scouts like you."

"You mean you don't want this?" She stood up on her fat
legs, flipped up her Girl Scout skirt, and sat back down.

I saw her shaved pussy. Something was wrong with it
though. Her bare of hair pussy had all these dark marks on
it.

She said, "I crumbled some Thin Mints into my pussy."

Thin Mints? Looking at her chunky body, perhaps shortbread
would be more appropriate.

She continued," I figure it would be fun for you to suck
it out of my pussy."

Fun? No.

The girl then said, "Next time you can start filling me
with your big fat cock every week for the whole year."

"Did Frank McCoy put you up to this?" I abruptly said.

She shook her head.

"One second," I said as I held up my finger.

I returned from the bedroom with my wireless laptop. I sat
down by her. I entered the URL and logged into my personal
account.

Up came the secure website. GSHSN - Girl Scout Home
Shopping Network. I showed her the image of a beautiful
blonde girl in a Girl Scout uniform.

"She's Irena Allikapona. She's from the Ukraine. There's
such demand for Girl Scout Nookie this year that girls are
being imported. She's fourteen and goes by the name Allie."

"I go by Allie too," she said.

The computer screen display of this lovely vision in Girl
Scout green kept me being disturbed that this girl had the
same name.

"I'm high bid right now," I said. "Auction closes in under
an hour." I clicked on her image which brought up a larger
picture. I looked at those sweet little thighs and thought
about being in between them. Oh! There was my erection!
Welcome back!

The girl said, "I'm selling you a Girl Scout Nookie box
direct. It's much cheaper than importing an international
Girl Scout."

"I'm sorry," I said as I let this girl down gently. "It's
kind of you. It's just that I've already decided." I wasn't
just going to say to her, 'Bleah! Go Away'.

She stood up. Her skirt fell down and covered her
chocolate-covered pussy.

She said, "Make sure you read the fine print of the
website. Look for what it says about the picture of the
girl."

I nodded to her. I had skimmed the FAQ and Terms &
Conditions. In less than an hour I would be the privileged
owner for a year of a top notch Girl Scout Nookie box from
Ukraine.

She opened the door, "Notice how the lower left corner of
her clickable image doesn't bring up a large picture of
her, but is a link to something else."

Whatever!

"Sure, okay," I said. "So long...uh..."

"Allie," she said. "Like your new Girl Scout. Strange
coincidence."

"Yeah," I said. Whatever!

The heavy-set Girl Scout left.

I returned to my laptop and gazed upon my Allie. My future
Girl Scout Nookie box. My cock throbbed.

"Soon, my friend, soon." I told it. Like you don't talk to
your cock!

I decided to click on FAQs about International Girl
Scouts. I had skimmed it before. I skimmed it again. Blah,
blah, blah. Then a grouping of words caught my eyes.
Unfortunately the grouping of the words were arranged like
this, "The initial picture is just a sample and is not a
picture of the actual Girl Scout you will receive."

What!?!

I returned to the picture of this beautiful Girl Scout.
This wasn't her? I rolled my mouse over her image as if I
was fondling her. I noticed that the lower left corner did
indeed indicate a different link. That girl, Allie, was
right.

I clicked the corner. The web page came up. The caption
said, "Actual Photo". The photo appeared.

"Nooooooooooo!"

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Copyright Ball Four 2005

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