Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Girl Scout Cookies I - Afternoon Delight Author : MeatBot Keywords : Pedo, Mg Date : 20151223 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=27652.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/GirlScoutCookies%20-%20Pedo%20Mg .txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A Girl Scout sells a horny old perv some cookies with emphasis on customer satisfaction. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. And leave the Girl Scouts alone, people. --==+==- I am sitting in my tiny living room, in front of my computer. On the screen, a vision from heaven beckons. She is so beautiful I hurt inside. Her young lips are parted sensuously... an inviting half-smile is on her face. Her eyes are huge and brown, deeps pools of mystery. Her bare chest is flat, but oh so sexy. Her strong young limbs are carelessly splayed in a casual pose, her legs far apart. Something pink and lovely almost peeks from beneath her panties. I have zoomed again and again, hoping to see more... and I do spot a few sexy little hairs... but this girl looks like she's still pretty smooth underneath. I hunger to hold her and smell her and taste her... I want to do that more than anything in the world... but she is just dots on a screen. She is all I have, all I dare to reach for at the moment... and she's just dots on a screen, dots on a screen. I almost scream in frustration. My overalls are at my ankles, exposing my bony knees and thin hairy legs. My left hand circles my poor tired cock, the hand almost cramped into a claw. I've been doing this for hours... my stomach growls, angry. I'm sure I'm dehydrated, from all the semen I've blasted into the towel at my feet. But it's not enough... I am dying of unrequited lust. I wonder again... is it time to prowl? The hunger is mounting... the beast is stirring, almost awake. What will it be this time? I am usually as surprised as anybody. I wonder if the warden has done what he'd joked about and kept my cell empty and ready for my return. He'd seemed confident I'd be back... I hope to disappoint him but the urge is slowly taking over. Soon I will be... something entirely different than what I am now. The doorbell rings. I hear a voice. Not now, I think. Not fucking now! Rage possesses me. "Go away!" I screech, in my old man voice. "Go the fuck away!" The voice says something again. "Nobody's home!" I scream louder. "Leave me alone gawdammit! Leave me the fuck alone!" But thirty seconds later I hear yet another ring of the bell. Gaaah! I think. Is there no peace in suburbia? I thought I would be left alone here. I thought I would be safe. I leap to my feet, yanking my overalls up to my chest and snapping one strap. My cock, still hard, protrudes. I stop, hearing the voice again. This time though... something about it strikes a chord deep inside me... that voice... that young sweet voice... is a girl out there? I stumble to the front door, my feet still asleep from hours at the computer. I unlock four deadbolts and two security chains. I yank the door open, not daring to hope, ready to scream invectives at the imposter who would tease me so heartlessly. Heaven awaits. --==+== She was a vision every bit as sweet as my dear Virginia from Virginia the Virgin dot com, who was still up on my screen. Sweeter, because she was real. I sucked a noseful of air, reveling in her wonderful scent. I could smell perfume, soap, deodorant and a million other things... and... underneath it all... I could smell the overpowering scent of pussy. I knew this girl had one, lurking beneath her skirt. Well, that's not rocket surgeon territory, most girls do. And actually all I mostly smelled was honeysuckle from the plants overgrowing my front porch. But... deep in my mind, I smelled her wonderful smells. My nose itched and wanted more. She was small, maybe four foot nine. Perfect, my target height. She was slender, and I put her weight at maybe sixty five, or seventy. Perfect again. I knew everything about this girl, from decades of study. I knew what size her panties were. I knew she was still too young for a bra. Girls like this were my life... my hopes and dreams, daydreams and nightmares. I felt like I knew her before she ever opened her mouth. I knew her teeth would be perfect and sparkling white, when she did. Her features were elfin and delicate. Her skin looked soft and pliant and was a beautiful shade of brown that matched the caffe affogato I'd drank this morning. Her hair was as black as sin and gleamed in the afternoon sun. Her eyes were just like Virginia the Virgin's, huge and brown. She had a little pixie pug nose, and fat little red lips. She had the pouting mouth of an adult seductress, on a child. My erection, almost painful, threatened to explode and kill us both. My gaze traveled down her body, down her slender neck, to the three or four inches of cleavage I could see. That fabulous little breast-less chest... I could imagine the nickel-sized flat little nipples, beneath that blouse. I gulped just in time to keep from drooling as I imagined her beautiful deep navel, cruelly hidden from me. I almost couldn't stand to go any further because I knew I'd make a mess in my pants. I forced my eyes back to her face. "Mister?" she was saying. "You okay, Mister?" I nodded, still drinking her in. She was wearing a white blouse and a little brown skirt, maybe three inches above her shapely knees. A belt with some symbols was over her shoulder. She had on white calf-high socks and brown-and-white leather shoes. I almost felt like I knew her... just last week I'd jerked myself silly to a little Japanese girl in almost this same outfit. She stood and held a printed page in one hand. The other hand was on her hip. Her hips were angled jauntily as she put all her weight on one leg. Those legs... I skipped dangerous territory, and looked down at her legs. Strong and shapely... beautifully brown, a natural tan that money couldn't buy... I imagined those strong young legs wrapped around my head. My heart did that weird skip beat that worries my doctor. I felt like I could die safely now because I felt like I was in the presence of an angel... the queen of the angels. "Huh?" she said again. "You okay?" "Yes, I'm fine..." I said dreamily, lost among the tangle of her legs. Those thighs... well, what of them I could see. Those plump calves... even her knees were sexy. I imagined her strong young knee grinding into my cock as I wrestled her to the ground. My cock, always eager to be thought about, gave a small "Who me?" contraction, and I felt a little bit of something seep out. I hoped it would show through my thick overalls. I wanted her to see it. "Well, then!" she said brightly. "Wanna buy some cookies?" "Blug... uhm..." my mouth didn't work. My tongue was busy at the roof of my mouth, imagining it was her clitoris. My jaws ached painfully as I imagined her musky fabulous taste. To taste this child would be to taste heaven. Why, I asked myself, why was she here? Just to torture me? To drive me crazy? Or... or was she here for another reason... was she being offered to me? Was she mine, if I was brave enough to take her? I froze in indecision. Last time this choice was offered it had cost me twenty years of my life and the sanctity of my asshole. Was I willing to pay that price again? "Come on, I ain't got all day," she said, tapping her foot impatiently. She picked her nose and examined the outcome, careless of the effect it had on me. I wanted to grab her finger and stick it in my mouth but I held back with an effort. She rolled it into a ball and flicked it away. "Darling..." I said, finally managing a coherent sentence. "Show me what you have." A delightful minute passed as she pointed to each selection of cookie and gave a canned speech exhorting their virtues. I leaned down and could smell her fresh breath. Her teeth were, like I'd known they would be, perfect. My closer approach didn't seem to bother her, to my pleasure. "Well," she said. "What do ya want, and how many?" "My little angel," I said, trying to sound charming, "please step inside while I get my checkbook." To my pleasure she followed me inside without reservation. I fluttered around, finally finding my checkbook beneath a stack of Barely Legals. I found my favorite pen, the one where the girl's clothes disappear when you turn it over, and took the paper from her. I managed to brush her soft hand for a moment with mine. Her touch electrified me. "Whut is thay-ut?" she said, indicating the pen. I showed it to her, turning it over and over, and she guffawed in a most un-little-girlish fashion. I was in love with her rude self, just as I was her sweet self. "That is funny!" she said. "Where'd you get that?" "In a sex shop in Dallas," I said. "Where I buy all my sex shit." She looked at me then, a penetrating and grown-up gaze, and I knew she was making some estimations of my character. I wanted her to know I was a dirty old man. I picked up a magazine with a sexy, naked young slut on the cover and held it up for her. "Same place I bought this shit," I said, and she nodded. "You like porno huh?" she said, indicating my computer. Virginia, in all her wanton pantied topless glory, was still on the screen. I nodded. "Yeah," I said. "I was... I was lookin' at that girl... and havin' a special moment, when you rang the bell." She stared at me. I wondered if she knew I meant I'd been whacking off. I wondered if she even knew what whacking off was. "Yeah," she said. "My bro does that. He looks at girls and spanks it. My dad calls it spankin' the monkey." She did know. My heart skipped a beat with joy. This is a child after your own heart, I told myself. This is an offering, not a temptation. I crossed my living room in four steps and carefully shut the door and locked half the deadbolts. She simply watched, not freaking out, not nervous to be locked in a room with a strange man. I was proud of her and pleased. "My dear child," I said. "Would you like to look at naughty pictures with me?" --==+==- Five minutes later we'd left poor Virginia far behind and were deep in the good stuff. She stood between my legs, the back of her skirt touching me as I clicked through my porn stash. She was silent as I slowly took her further and further into my secret world. "My dear," I said. I touched her skirt, rubbing the soft cloth. This has touched her body, I told myself, like I'm going to touch it. I went on. "Is anyone with you? Do you have to be back home at a certain time?" "Yeah I gotta be home in a few hours," she said and nodded. She didn't say anything else. "Where do you live?" I asked. "On Kensington," she said absently. That was three or four streets over. Good. My house was in a little cul de sac, far back from the road. I felt safe and I knew that this was going to work out. After all this girl had been given to me. I knew it as a certainty, now. Still... "Does anyone know you're here?" I asked. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving the screen. On the screen a girl, a young pre-pubescent girl much like her, lay naked and spread, nude and lewd. I gently touched her arm. "That could be you," I said. She snorted, and I didn't know if it was a good snort or a bad one. I hoped for good. I left that folder behind, and went to the folder entitled "BJ's." She leaned forward at the first pic, and I heard her breath quicken. "Do you like that?" I asked her. My hand was on her hip, barely touching. "I... I guess..." she said hesitantly. I clicked to the next one. "You ever seen anything like that?" I asked. "No... yes..." she said confusingly. I laughed. I was just making conversation, but that was interesting. "Well?" I said. "Yes, or no?" "I seen pitchers of big girls doin' that," she said. "Not kids." "Well," I said. "As these pictures indicate, kids can do it too. It's not just a grown-up thing." "I guess," she said. We clicked through a few more. "What does..." she said, almost shy now. "What does what?" I said. My hand was pressing a little firmer now, on her hip, beside her wonderful buttock. She felt hot beneath my touch. My hand screamed for more, in spite of not having a mouth, and I told it to settle down. It twitched and shook a little but obeyed. "What does that stuff taste like?" she asked. "I dunno," I said, lying, not wanting to remember my time in the big house. "I hear it's pretty tasty... like liquid candy or something." I didn't want to tell her it tasted nasty, but maybe it tastes different to a girl. "Hmmm..." she said slowly. Her eyes had never looked away. She is eating this shit up, I told myself. My hand rubbed down the outside of her thigh and back up. She squirmed a little but said nothing. I went down, down... at last I touched bare skin. My cock jerked, and I clamped down hard. Bad prostate! I said silently. Down boy! I rubbed up, slowly, up her thigh. Her skin felt like hot silk beneath my fingers. I slowly went up, and her dress moved up also, resting on my wrist. I went back down, and then back up, going a little higher each time. "Mister..." she paused for a moment and then said slowly. "I dunno what to call you..." "Just call me Chester," I said, smiling. "Mister Chester," she said in a small voice, sounding like she was far away. "You are touchin' my leg..." Her gaze was still locked to the screen. "Does that bother you, darlin'?" I asked. I went high enough to feel the elastic around the leg-hole of her panties. My cock said "Now goddamit!" and I had to stop for fear of losing control. My hand froze, the silky softness of her underwear on my fingertips. "I... I guess not..." she said. I smiled. She went on. "what is that...?" On the screen a few inches of a man's cock showed at the bottom of the screen, as it entered a girl's body. "That's a man's cock..." I said. "What you've been seeing in girl's mouths. It's going inside of her body, into her... pussy. Want to see more?" I knew more was coming up. She nodded slowly, hypnotized. I laughed. This was almost too easy... this almost took the fun out of it. No struggling, no fighting? Was this girl as innocent and virginal as she looked? Had she done something like this before? She'd barely been here ten minutes, and I was practically feeling her up. "Yeah..." she sighed, leaning back against me. "Yeah." Goddamit, I thought. I needed three hands, at least. "Darling..." I said. "Do you want to click the mouse? You may, if you wish." Her hand touched mine as she took the mouse. I let her have it, glad to have my hand freed up. I dropped my right hand to her hip, mirroring my left. I slid it up beneath her dress. The sides of her thighs were against my inner legs. Her body felt hot beneath my touch. I rubbed and stroked, going around to the front of her thighs, feeling higher and higher. I was just an inch away from her... from her most beautiful spot. I crept in further and further, each stroke. "Mister Chester..." she said slowly. I made a noise to let her know I'd heard. "Mister Chester, you are almost touchin' my kitty-kat." "I know, darling," I said. "Does it bother you?" "I... I guess not..." she said slowly. I smiled. She nodded at the screen and went on. "what are they doin'...?" "He's letting her pee on him," I said. "It's sexy to have a sweet young girl pee on you. He's jerking off while she pees on him." "Isn't that kinda..." her voice was a hypnotized monotone, "kinda nasty?" "Well," I said, "that's why we'll do it in the shower, when we do it. So we can wash off afterwards." "Oh," she simply said. She clicked on, as my fingers explored her panty-clad crotch. I placed my hands inside her legs, and gently spread them. She tolerated me, and spread. I rubbed a finger down the crease in the center of her panties. This was going to be hard on me, I realized. My cock was dripping pre-cum like a waterfall and twitching like a poodle in heat. I rubbed harder, pushing soft cloth into her fold. Her whole body jerked, but she said nothing. I rubbed again, pushing deeper. I took my other hand and slowly worked it down inside the back of her panties, sliding down her hot sweaty crack. As I tried to find her clit with one hand, I touched her sweet asshole with the other. I explored her puckered magnificence, knowing I was blazing a trail for my tongue to follow. "Mister Chester..." she said, sounding a little more lively. "What, dearest?" I said. "That feels... that feels really good... Oh!" That last little "Oh!" had been my finger, smashing her clit into her body. I pulled my finger out and sniffed it, almost dying. Nothing beats young cunt. I licked it, getting a hundredth of the taste I soon hoped to get, and pushed it back into her panties. I placed it on her clit, and began to stroke seriously. "Oh... oh goodness..." she said, as I rubbed. I did the same with my left index finger, pulling it out and licking it, tasting the sweaty tart taste of her sweet asshole. She had an asshole to die for. I pushed it back inside her panties, found her asshole again, and began to push into her body. It was awkward but I managed, my other fingers resting on her sweet ass cheek. I slid my right finger off her clit, and gently pressed into her cunt, up into her body. "Oh my... oh my... goodness!" she said, and her whole body began to twitch. I realized she was cumming and found her clit again and pressed it into her crotch, rubbing and stroking. She gasped and her knees locked. I felt goose flesh on her ass with my left hand and felt her rectum tighten on my intruding finger. She sighed loudly and relaxed. "Oh darling!" I said. "That was wonderful!" I was charmed. She'd had a text-book orgasm... no, a story-book orgasm. "What..." she said, sounding puzzled. "What was thay-ut?" I laughed. "You had an orgasm, my dear. You never had one before? You never felt like that before?" "Well..." she turned, and smiled at me. "I've felt good from touchin' myself down there, but never like that. That was cool." "Yeah," I said, hoping she'd fall in love with the feeling. "Darling... you can do that for yourself... just rub on your clit, like I have been." "Yeah," she said. "I'll... I'll try it, sometimes." "Do it every night when you go to bed, darlin'," I said, laughing. My finger was back, probing the depths of her tight cunt. She didn't seem to have the slightest problem with what I was doing. My other finger was two knuckles deep in her asshole, feeling her moist tightness, as she occasionally puckered up and then relaxed. "Mister Chester," she said suddenly. "Are you gonna buy some cookies for real?" "Oh yes, my dear," I laughed. "I'll buy all you want me to." "Really, 'cos that's a lot," she said. "I wanna win prizes for having to sell this stuff." I laughed. She cracked me up. I loved her all the more. I realized she was at the end of the BJ folder. I was impressed, that one had a lot of pics in it. I took the mouse for a second and clicked up to "FUCKING." I took advantage of the moment to slide her panties down her legs. She was already engrossed in the pictures and didn't protest. "Little darling," I said. "Here. Sit on my legs." I placed my legs together, and spread hers with my hands. I helped her up, and then spread my legs slightly, causing hers to spread further since hers were on the outside of mine. Now she was perfect, panty-less and spread. Her eyes had never left the screen. My right hand slid beneath her dress of it's own volition. It knew the way. The only bad thing about this was I couldn't reach her asshole but I hoped there'd be time for more of that later. I cupped my hand over her cunt, and pulled her to my body. She giggled, and clicked away with the mouse. I finally took my middle finger, licked it, and slowly pressed into her body. "Darling?" I said. "Are you a virgin? Has anyone ever made love to you?" She snorted. "I ain't never even kissed a boy," she said, laughing. I knew she was a virgin but I wanted to make her think about it. I let her look at pictures for a while as I gently ran my finger in and out of her body. With my left hand I was slowly doing tight little circles around her clit. "My dear," I said, when she was halfway through the folder. "Would you like to see a cock for real? To see what a man really looks like?" She stopped clicking and appeared to be deep in though. "I guess..." she finally said, turning her head. I laughed and stood her on the floor in front of me. I unsnapped the strap, and let my overalls fall to my waist. "Now..." I said. "You realize this must be our secret..." She nodded. "Yeah," she said. "I know. I don't wanna get in trouble." "I don't want you to either," I said, adding to myself the part about especially when it's not your fault. Some things don't need to be said out loud. I slowly stood and let my overalls fall to the ground. "Oh gaw..." she said, as my cock bounced and then stood proudly. It was so hard it was purple. I smiled down on the top of her head. "Darling," I said. "Go ahead. Touch it. Do whatever you want with it." Her little hands felt hot and incredibly sexy on my cock. She circled it with both hands, and pulled gently on it. "Harder, darlin'," I said, and she tugged with gusto. Damn, I almost shot into her face it was so sexy. "Oh baby," I said, "you are so fucking sexy. Goddam but you are fucking sexy..." She giggled, and stroked my cock. She pulled it up against my body, and felt the softness of my nutsack. I sighed and let her. It was just too much. How long ago, I thought, how long ago was I wondering if I'd ever be happy again? Less than an hour? Surely, surely she was an angel. Shit like this just didn't happen, not in the real world. This was just too much. She pulled on the cap of my cock, giggling. I let her play and explore it. "Darling," I finally said. "Go ahead if you want to put it in your mouth like you saw those girls doing. Please go ahead." She appeared to think, and then slowly bent her head. I watched her sexy mouth get closer and closer. At last, in reality as in my dreams, a pair of fat red lips engulfed my cock. Damn, the girl felt good. Hot and wet and just fuckin' sexy. She swallowed me, deeper and deeper, and I struggled not to just cum immediately. I think my prostate, at this stage, had just flat given up hope of ever getting to turn loose. "Oh baby goddam," I said, "Oh goddam goddam..." She giggled, and spit my cock out and said, "Yeah, goddam!" and then sucked me to the hilt. Damn the girl could suck. She was young and strong. She sucked. "Baby..." I said. "If you keep going, I'm going to shoot my shit in your mouth. I wanna do it on your pussy, though. Please... please take your dress off and let me jerk off on your cunt!" She laughed, and dropped my cock. She pulled her dress over her head in an easy motion and stood before me, delightfully naked. I seized an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed her against my aching cock. She giggled and struggled playfully. The feel of her soft hot skin on my rough, hairy old hide was more than I could stand. "You are so fuckin' sexy!" I whispered, running my hands down her back and buttocks and back up. I could feel muscles and bones beneath her thin skin. Her body felt wonderful in my hands. "Baby... promise me you'll come back and visit me... even if you don't have any cookies to sell..." She giggled. "I guess..." she said, her characteristic answer for everything. I hoped to fuck she realized I meant it seriously. I would die to see her again, assuming the cops didn't kick my door in first. But... I trusted the girl. I'd been wrong before, I remembered thinking this very thing last time... but this time it was different. This one seemed to want it almost as much as I did. There was no fighting and struggling and screaming this time. I felt like I might actually get away with it. And if she did come again to visit? Maybe I had died and gone to heaven. She followed me to the couch, and I lay her down. I spread her legs wide, so I could see her sweet cunt. At last! I thought and kneeling I pressed my mouth to her pussy. Ahhh... now I have gone to heaven. The taste was incredible. I am boldly going, I told myself, I am boldly going where no man has gone before. I could tell it, she was so fresh and sweet and unspoiled. I am tasting her for the first time. It was the first time for her, and almost for me also, hell, it had been so long... the mind forgets... I felt like a virgin again. Her taste filled my mouth and nose, locking my jaws, making me want to freeze the moment forever. Nothing tastes like cunt period, and nothing tastes like sweet young cunt. I wanted to hold onto this memory until I died. But, if I could have a refresher every now and then... fu-u-uck... She came again, as I mouthed her cunt. Her little legs stuck out and twitched, she gasped for breath, and bounced beneath me. I laughed and smashed her clit with my tongue, pressing it into her body, and sucking it back out. I pressed my tongue as deeply into her cunt as I could, wishing it was ten inches long. Her taste was fabulous and stronger the deeper I went. I licked down her perineum, lifting her body, and licked her spicy asshole, almost cumming at the taste. When I finally let myself cum, I realized, it'll be over in seconds. I have no idea how long I ate her cunt. Not near long enough, and finally I pulled myself away. It was time. I had no idea how long she'd been in my house, and I didn't want a search party kicking the door in. I slowly stood, savoring her taste on my lips. She looked up at me wickedly, her hands on her inner knee, spreading her legs apart for me. She looked like a naughty little girl, exactly what she was. I could tell she knew that what she was doing was naughty, and it turned me on all the more. I grabbed my cock with both hands, and bent down, pointing it at her cunt. A few strong strokes, pulling the cap forward with my thumb, and I blasted a giant squirt of cum straight down into her spread cunt. Splash after splash followed, surprising me. I thought I was about drained, from two days of masturbating, but I guess my balls had been working overtime. I guess maybe I was just that turned on. I soaked her good, spraying up on her belly, and even a few drops splashed on her face. Nothing in my life looked as sexy as she did, laying there looking up at me and giggling, splattered with my cum. I leaned forward and put my dick in her face, and she slurped it into her mouth, tasting cum for the first time. She laughed, and when I backed off she scooped cum from her belly and crotch and licked it off her fingers. I was right, it tastes better for girls. "Oh baby!" I said, "let me take a picture!" I found my phone and took several shots as she grinned at me, covered in cum. Thank god for encryption, I thought. Of course, I wasn't even supposed to have a computer... but fuck that, I'd paid my dues. I found my cum towel, and dried her off. She still smelled cummy, though, so I went and got a washrag, dampened it and wiped her down. I leaned in, smelling of her again to be sure, and kissed her sweet pussy goodbye. Everything stopped while I bought a hundred and sixty dollars worth of Thin-Mints(tm). I'd regret it later, but what the hell... she'd been worth it. "The cookies will be here in a two weeks," she announced, and I perked up. "Will you deliver them?" I asked. "Yeah, I got a wagon, I'll bring them by," she said. Well, maybe we could hide the wagon in the bushes while she personally delivered my cookies. Two weeks? I'd be dying for a taste of her then. --==+==- I help her dress, and walk her the four steps to my front door. She smiles and I lean down and kiss her cheek. "Goodbye, darling!" I say. "Don't forget to visit!" "I won't," she says, and smiles up at me. She waves and turns, heading down the sidewalk. I close the door and peek out the window as she walks away, admiring the bounce of her sexy little ass. I realize a little too late that I don't even know her name. Well... if she comes back like she promised... I can ask then, or maybe... maybe it'll be sexier not to know. I sigh. My stomach growls. Shit. I can eat later. I sit at the computer, and click on Virginia's icon. Now, where was I? --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING.