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Subject: {ASSM} RP GSN12 - Girl Scout Brookies {Frank McCoy}(Mffff, cons, teen, nosex, humor)
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                   Girl Scout Nookies 12
                    Girl Scout Brookies


                    Girl Scout Brookies
                      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 12.

Mr. Jenkins' Girl Scout troop is no longer selling cookies.
Or nookies. They have a new product, one that smells just as
fishy as the nookies.

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Now all you people have all heard about how I got set-up
by my wife and daughter out at Camp Lotta Sticky Nookie.
Since then I've been hiding out, worried about angry
fathers beating down my door ... Or more likely, Officer
Sherry.

So, Like Russ, I've been pretty much hiding out in the
basement, not even calling to collect my chits from the
Girl Scout Nookie Sale. I'd already sampled every box that
Karen's troop had sold me; and it would likely take me
another week or so to recover from Girl Scout Camp ... If,
that is, I ever could, in less than twenty years or so.
With likely close to 70 girls and who knows how many adult
woman (counting my wife and daughter too) all soon likely
to be part of our family, being in a family-way ....

<Shudder.> It doesn't bear thinking about, even though
that's long been my fantasy. Be careful what you wish for
.... You might get it. Like Kenny winning the prize
committee itself as a prize from the Girl Scout Bookie
Sale. Here I didn't even know there WAS a raffle of that
kind going on.

I didn't even dare call in chits from the previously
(supposedly) pill-protected pubescent girls in the local
troop that I knew were all eagerly awaiting my call. I was
too scared to learn exactly how many of THEM I'd .... well,
you know ... at Camp Lotta Sticky Nookie. However, I did
keep a thesaurus by the door. Adults are ... well, *safer*
to fuck than pubescent Girl Scouts.

After about a week or two with no angry dads beating in
the door, and only glimpses of blue uniform as Officer
Sherry made her rounds of the local perverts, I began to
breathe easier. If, no *when* all those cute, sexy, young,
female, pubescent Girl Scout tummies started to swell, it
seems nobody was going to beat my door in expecting me to
marry the girl or support her and the kid for the next
twenty years... Or so I hoped. I was already happily
married to a beautiful, sexy, and horny woman, and had an
equally beautiful, sexy, and far more horny kid, both with
my babies starting to swell their tummies. I really didn't
need seventy to eighty more women and girls in that
condition ... even though it seemed likely I was going to
get them, what I wanted or no.

I was getting cheerier by the day; even contemplating
calling in one or two boxes of Girl Scout Nookie chits,
when the doorbell rang.

Grabbing the thesaurus just in case, I peeped out through
the spyglass I'd just recently installed in the front door,
just for cases like this, where I could see if I even
wanted the people outside to know I was home before
answering the door.

Damn ... Four cute, sexy, pubescent little Girl Scouts
were standing outside the door, "Red Ryder" wagon behind
them with an enormous red cooler filling up its interior.
But these girls and their uniforms looked different from
the ones I was used-to.

OK ... OK! Giggle all you want about the "uniforms" the
girls at Camp Lotta Sticky Nookie (See "Girl Scout Camp
Nookies") didn't wear during my visit there. THESE four
darlings weren't even wearing the ultra-short little minis
and form-fitting tops the local group of Scouts all wore.
In fact, they looked a little dowdy, in comparison.
However, ANY pubescent Girl Scout looks sexy in MY eyes ...
Yes, even nicely plump ones like Allie, the girl Ball Four
so rudely turned down in "Girl Scout Nookie HSN". It's the
eagerness and willingness of the girl (not to mention her
fertility) that gets me going, not her plumpness or
skinniness. (OK ... Lets TALK about her fertility! Or...
Maybe better not, considering what happened up at CLSN ....)

OK ... So I'm not too bright. I opened the door and let
the girls in.

"Oh wow. So THIS is the home of that pervert Mr. Jenkins,
the other girls were telling us about," one of the girls
exclaimed, while two others dragged the sloshing cooler in
the wagon inside. I *knew* it was a mistake letting them in.

"Uh ... Girls," I spoke up tentatively. "I already bought
....."

Well, I HAD. I waved at the big stacks of Girl Scout
Cookies already filling up half the hall. Everything from
Thin Mints (which I love) to Shortbread (which is OK) to
Peanut Butter Cookies (which I despise) filled up just
about every available nook and cranny. Well: Let's see YOU
turn down a sexy and pubescent little girl who's just
sucked your cock or taken your swollen and cum-squirting
member up her horny little slit, and tell the kid you can't
afford, "just one more box ... Please?" while making cow-
eyes at you and looking like she's about to cry. Just
knowing the kid likes me enough to take my cum in her belly
is enough to make me a complete sucker for buying yet more
cookies that I don't need ... and all the girls know it
too! While not *quite* buying the semi-load that I hear one
of the other guys (Russ?) did, I got socked really good
anyway; contributing considerably to the funds that allowed
the girls to spend a whole month at Camp Lotta Sticky
Nookie that summer. Yeah, I'm a sucker for sexy little
girls, and all the girls in most of the troops around here
know it.

Including, it seems, Scouts from NOT in the immediate
area. Oh God.

"Oh, don't worry, Mister Perv ... uh ... Mr. Jenkins.
We're not selling cookies any more. The Girl Scout Cookie
Sale is all over ... Though we COULD put you down for a box
or two, if you really want?" The taller brunette looked up
at me expectantly.

I shook my head.

"I also have enough ...," I started; thinking of the 500
or more "boxes" of sticky Girl Scout Nookies(tm) I still
had left to redeem. After a month in Girl Scout Camp, it
would take a while for my "normal" libido to reassert
itself ... Especially considering the likely consequences
of that episode. I sweated a bit, remembering. I really,
really, REALLY didn't need four more sexy little "Cherry
Poptarts" in the same condition.

"Oh, don't worry about THAT, either," giggled one of the
girls... the short blonde one. "Our Nookie sale is over
too, until next year. Still, if you want to sign up early
and reserve some, like many of the men in our neighborhood
do ...."

Again, the girls looked at me expectantly. For being a
pretty normal guy, word about me being a pervert sure gets
around!

Regretfully, I declined. With my daughter's entire troop
supplying nookies now, and already promising to reserve
their entire supply of nookies for the next several year's
for me, and likely yet another month at Camp Lotta Sticky
Nookie coming up again next year after the cookie/nookie
sale ... What I really didn't need was more cookies OR
nookies! I was well-stocked with both, thank you, and I
told the girls so.

A sigh from all four girls, as though they expected this.

"So ... what is it you girls ARE selling?" I asked;
reminded of the Bookie sale Kenny had gotten into.

To my panic, the four girls unbuttoned the front of their
Girl Scout uniforms, displaying red, non-bra-wearing T-
shirts underneath, with different large black letters
underneath. "We've", "Got", "What you", "Want," announced
the four-inch high letters across each girl's firm young
bosom. Oh God.

"Oh, not THAT," reassured the redhead. Looking the girls
over closer, I noticed for the first time, that while all
were Caucasian, each girl had delightfully different
colored hair, from the tall brunette, the middle-sized
redhead and black-haired-girl, to the short little blonde.
"This is just leftover from *our* nookie sale, the one we
held down at the local Wall-to-Wall Mart, and sold out in
one day," she informed me almost regretfully that the girls
didn't have any more nookies to sell me.

"Uh ... Then ... exactly what IS it you girls are
selling?" I asked.

"Girl Scout Brookies, of course, Silly," answered the
brunette, the spokesman for the group, with a sexy wriggle
that made me regret not being in on the sale her troop had.

"Brookies?" Somebody was *really* reaching with this
cookie, nookie, bookie, brookie thing, I mused. The shit
was beginning to get a bit deep.

"Brook Trout."

Oh ... Suddenly sloshing cooler made sense. "Where do you
get them?" I asked, suspiciously.

"We cuddle them."

"Cuddle fish?"

"Uhuh," one of the girls explained. "Cuddle, coddle,
tickle ... It's all the same. We put our fingers down in
the stream and wriggle our fingers under the fish, and then
when they're directly over our hands ... Well, we just YANK
them out of the water and into the cooler we have here.
None of the other troops around do this, or have fish to
sell, so they don't mind us selling in their area."

Oh ... "That really WORKS?" I asked. I'd heard of such
things, but never seen anybody who claimed to be successful
at it. "How many fish do you get that way?"

"Uh ... only three, so far," admitted the redhead; turning
almost as red as her hair. The Scouts opened the cooler to
reveal three really nice, about four-to-five pound brook
trout swimming around in the large plastic and foam
container.

"Uh ... Just curious ... Could you show me how you do it?"
I asked.

The girls looked at each other. "You won't try anything
.... uh... perverted, if we do?" one inquired.

Huh? I was talking about cuddling fish, not molesting
pubescent Girl Scouts.

"We do it like this," the black-haired girl explained,
reaching up under her dress-skirt to pull aside a black
silk pair of panties, where she stuck three fingers inside
and started diddling herself. At my look of astonishment at
this erotic display, the girl blushed and explained, "It
*helps* to make your fingers smell a little fishy first."

Wha ... Oh God.

Soon the girl was reaching into the bucket and twiddling
her fingers ... Then, with a sudden grab had the largest
fish out of the water and gasping for a second before
dropping it back into the cooler with a splash. "Like
*that*," she explained; breathing a bit hard, which made
her T-Shirt do interesting things.

"Can I try it?" I asked.

The four girls looked at each other. "Well ... Actually,"
explained the brunette, "that's how we sell the fish. As
you can see, we don't have a lot of them, so we sell
*chances* to cuddle the fish at five-dollars a try. If you
catch one by hand, then you keep it. Sound fair?"

Well ... It did. Now I'm not much of a fish-eater, but
five pounds of trout for only five bucks sounded like quite
a deal! Besides, it had looked really EASY when the black-
haired girl had done it. Yeah, I'm a sucker. I went for the
deal. Should be as easy as shooting fish in a barrel, I
figured. I mean, the cooler was only four feet long!

Five tries later, and twenty-five bucks poorer, but not
any richer in fish, I let the girls out; admiring their
bodies and expertise at separating poor suckers like me
from money. As I did, I absently sucked on a fish-slimed
finger that had been slightly nicked by a fish-scale. By
two minutes later the Girl Scout Foursome had rounded the
corner, still hauling the wagon with its original full
complement of fish.

So, that's the whole story and the exact truth about why
my mouth and fingers smelled a bit fishy when my wife got
home this afternoon. Honestly! How ELSE would I get sticky
fingers smelling like fish in the middle of the day? You
don't think that I would ...? With those poor "innocent"
little girls ...?

Oh what's the use? Nobody will ever believe me.

<Sigh.>

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Copyright 2005 Frank McCoy

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