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From: Russell Hoisington <hoisingr@hushmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} RP GSN21 - Girl Scout Rookies {Ball Four}(Mgggg, nosex, alleged humor)
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                   Girl Scout Nookies 21
                     Girl Scout Rookies


                     Girl Scout Rookies
                         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 21.

Girl Scout Cookie Season is over. So, why are four Girl
Scouts at Mr. Four's door, causing him to spew, ejaculate,
and come?

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Proclaiming the Disclaimer

Yeah, I know, my "epilogue" story was supposed to be the
end of my contributions to this, but ... Hey! What can ya'
do?

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.
Just continue doing the activity but do not read about it.
That appears to be the expectation.

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 put my bagel down and took a sip of my apple juice. The
doorbell rang. Taking my glass with me, I got up from my
table and walked over.

I took another drink of my apple juice before I opened the
door.

"Gaaaa!" I spewed my apple juice all over the foursome.

Girl Scouts!

I grabbed my thesaurus off the little entryway shelf I
specially installed for emergencies. I swapped my juice
glass onto the shelf. I held the book out in front of them
like a demon-warding crucifix.

"Shit!" said the taller one in the middle. "It's not him
either."

My legs quaked. Four girl scouts stood before me. I looked
back into my condo at the calendar. It was the day I
thought it was. No Rip Van Winkel for me. There were no
cookies to be sold this time of the year.

I audibly sighed out in relief. I could relax. I noticed
the spewed juice matched the green of their uniforms fairly
well. No one would be able to tell anything once the juice
dried.

The four girls were talking and arguing with each other. I
took the moment to look them over. The taller girl was a
brunette. The shortest girl was a blonde. The other two
were a brunette and an asian. These girls were all
prepubescent.

"I told you McCoy wasn't here," muttered the other
brunette. "Do you listen to me? Nooooo!"

The mention of that name made my neck hair stand up.
McCoy? These girls were too young. There weren't any
external signs of puberty on their bodies.

So naturally I said the obvious, "McCoy? Aren't you too
young?"

They looked at me. The tall brunette said, "Do you know
where he lives?"

"Why do you want to go there?" I responded with my own
question.

She explained, "We started at the Gamera, the root..."

At the root's name, all the girls put their fingertips
together as if to give homage. I could see the shape
vaguely was like a turtle.

"...found our way to the Hoisington..."

"Once we tricked him into answering the door," added the
asian.

"...and now we found our way to you." completed the tall
brunette.

The disappointment and frustration in her face couldn't
look more painful.

I stared at these young girls. So young. Not even
McCoy...could he?

"You're not even Girl Scouts yet!" I ejaculated.

"We may be Junior Girl Scouts, but next year we are full
Girl Scouts."

"Can't you wait? You're not even in puberty yet!" I came.

"Watch it!" said the blonde. I could see she was a feisty
one. "First you spewed, then you ejaculated, and now you
came. Keep your fucking words to yourself."

I didn't understand the word play until after they were
gone. Just because I have a thesaurus doesn't mean I am
competent with it.

"We need to learn and be ready," explained the tall
brunette.

The asian said, "We are just there to watch."

The blonde said, "One day my blood will run, one day my
body will become hot, one day my pussy will be wet. I want
to be ready."

The asian looked excited about the blonde's speech. She
added, "One day I will have tits aching to be sucked, one
day I will want to make cum shoot into my mouth, one day I
will want a hard cock inside me."

The smaller brunette was not to be left out. "One day I
will want to taste the lips that just tasted my pussy lips,
one day I will want to know what a 'cow girl' is, one day I
will want to know how good an orgasm feels.

"Can you help us?" the tall brunette said earnestly.

"Yea," I said. I now eyed them. Indeed, one day changes
would start in their bodies. If I could sway them to
consider me in the future...

"Ever watch porn?" I asked. "You can come over to watch
once a week and when you start your period, you can try it
out with me."

"Borrrrriiiiinnnnng!" said the asian.

"You're the infertile one," said the blonde. "No thrills,
no excitement."

The short brunette said, "Just how would it look if we
were the only girls not carrying a McCoy baby? They'd throw
us out of the council.

The asian spoke up. "I couldn't handle the shame and
disgrace."

The blonde said, "How could we hold our heads up high at
school? They would just scoff and sneer and scowl at us."

"The dishonor of our firm little flat tummies," said the
asian.

"The only thing lower we could do," said small brunette,
"would be to actually have sex with you."

"So are you going to help us or not?" asked tall brunette.

"I don't know where he lives." I released. The blonde gave
me a dirty look.

"What!" angrily responded tall brunette. Her face did an
amazing contortion. "You like wasting our time?"

She snatched the thesaurus from my hand and threw it at my
face.

As they stormed off, I knew I'd have to come up with a
better reason to explain how I got this shiner on my left
eye.

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Copyright Ball Four 2005

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