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From: "Frank McCoy" <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} <*>NEW: "Girl Scout Nookies" (Mfff, incest, cons, teen, preg?, humor)
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Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 05:10:02 -0500
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                       Girl Scout Nookies
                         An Erotic Story
     
     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 M. Gamara'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 about 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, and modified
them by removing 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 12 at the
youngest to 16 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 13, 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 OK," 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.  OK?"
     "OK, 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 12-year-old.  Tammy and Sammy were the twins at 13.
(Tamara and Samantha)  Melissa was the 16-year-old brunette that
had done most of the talking, Char was the chocolate dream at 14,
and Tika was the 15-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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