Jane Mayon undressed in her bedroom and put on her girl scout outfit, picked up the cloth bag filled with boxes of cookies, and then headed out. She called to her mother as she went through the living room: "Mom, I'm going." Her mother answered from the kitchen: "Hold on, dear."

Jane waited impatiently at the living room door. Her mother came from the kitchen and asked her: "Where exactly are you going? Are you selling or are you delivering?"

"I'm delivering," Jane replied. "I'm going to some of the places on the list."

"I'll drive you," her mother said.

"Oh Mom, no. I'm just going to a few places--four or five--just around the neighborhood. To Aunt Clara's and Mrs. Wallace and the Simmons', and Uncle Dick. Just the ones who have placed orders for the cookies and are within walking distance."

"Okay, dear," her mother said, "but remember, dinner is at six. Don't let Aunt Clara trap you into having tea and talking, or else she'll keep you there and you'll never get out."

"I know," Jane replied. "Well, I'm on my way."

She left her house and walked down the residential street, planning her route as she walked along. Aunt Clara first, she thought, then the Simmons', then cross the street and down to Mrs. Wallace, and then, last of all, on my way back, Uncle Dick.

Jane was a typical girl scout, in that she was an adolescent, fourteen years old, full of vim and curiosity, and a virgin. She was well-developed for her age; the girl scout outfit she wore fit snugly around her pubescent body, outlining her budding breasts, developing hips and thighs, and her perky rump. The outfit was short, ending a good six inches above her knees, showing plenty of her soft full legs.

Jane delivered the cookies to Aunt Clara, the Simmons' and Mrs. Wallace, collected the money, and reflected on how many more boxes she needed to sell to win the computer. She had already sold a total of eight dozen boxes of cookies in the past three weeks, but she figured she would need to sell at least that many more to have any chance of coming in first in her scout troop, and winning the grand prize: a brand new pc. But time was running out. There was only one week left in the cookie sale. I need to find people who will buy more than one box, she thought. Maybe Uncle Dick will...

She made her way to her uncle's house, thinking about him. Over the past year, he had become more attentive to her, calling her "sweetie" and "honey" (but only when no one else was around), and touching her. Whenever they were alone, he would find some way to touch her, to place his hands on her shoulders or arms or back or hips. Once, he had come to her house when her parents were gone, and he had finally pulled her onto his lap. He had stroked her hip and flank and nuzzled her cheek and neck. She had felt him moving his crotch up and down and around on her rump, and she had felt a stiff lump throbbing and pressing upon her butt. Her uncle's lips nuzzling her cheek and neck, his hand stroking and softly squeezing her hip and flank, and especially his rotating crotch and that stiff lump throbbing and rubbing upon her rump, had sent a warm tingly fizzy feeling shooting through her body. She wondered what would have happened next had her parents not come home at that time...

She knocked on her uncle's door and reached in the bag and pulled out a box of cookies. Her uncle opened the door and his face lit up. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite niece and girl scout. Come on in, honey."

She entered her uncle's house and he closed the door.

"I see you've got the cookies," he said, pulling out his billfold.

"Well, I've got the money. This should take care of it." He handed her a bill and she opened her bag. "Let me see, let me get the change," she said.

"Oh, no change," he said. "You keep it."

"But it's a lot of change I owe you, it's more than..."

"Don't worry about it," he smiled. "Keep it. It'll help you in your sales."

"Gee, thanks, Uncle Dick. It will help. Now, I only need to sell about eight dozen more boxes minus the one you bought."

"Why so many?" he asked. She explained about winning the pc, and he smiled and wagged his head. "Well, good luck to you. Maybe I could buy another box from you. But first, let me sample your wares." He opened the box and pulled out a cookie. "Umm, nice shape." He slipped an arm around his niece's shoulder. He bit into the cookie. "Yum, quite tasty." He slid a hand down her back. "Here, have a cookie on me."

"We're not supposed to eat any of them," she said.

"But I bought the box, and I'm giving you a cookie. It's not as if you're eating up the profits. Here, have one on me, and let's sit and discuss the possibility of my buying another box from you."

He guided her to a big chair and sat and pulled her down on his lap.

"I do believe this is the best cookie I've ever had," he nibbled. She smiled and nodded and bit into a cookie...

He brushed his lips on her cheek and neck, stroked her hip, and pressed his crotch upon her rump. He moved his hand up, unbuttoned the top of her scout outfit and slid his hand under her bra. She clasped his arm, holding it back.

"Let me stroke and rub you, honey," he breathed in her ear. "I'll buy a box of cookies."

"You will?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered. He slid his hand onto a breast and began massaging it. "Oh honey, you've got nice little breasts," he rasped. He briskly stroked her titties, rubbing them good. He began rotating his crotch on her rump, pressing his stiffening cock upon her butt.

He went down on her breasts, licking and sucking them. He stroked her legs, running a hand between her thighs.

He tugged at her panties, sliding them down. She grasped his arm and pushed back on it. "Let me lick and suck you, honey. I'll buy another box of cookies."

He slid her panties off, got down on his knees in front of her, pulled her down in the chair and raised her legs and drew them back. He lowered his head between her thighs and began licking.

He slid his tongue up and down, rubbing and lapping her pussy.

She breathed in and out heavily, huffing, almost panting. She clasped his head and raised her pelvis up and moved her cunt around on his mouth.

He moved up on her body, sliding between her legs, pressing his crotch on her pubic hair. He stroked his fat dick up and down on her yoni and rubbed and mashed his balls upon her ass. Then he began pushing the knob of his prick forward--upon her cuntslit.

"Unh unh," she gasped, pulling her pussy back.

He wrapped his arms around her back and tapped his cockhead upon her slit. "Let me do it to you, honey," he rasped. "Another box. I'll buy another. Oh honey, I'll buy three boxes from you."

"Three boxes?" she breathed out.

"Yes, honey, I'll buy three boxes of cookies from you," he panted. "Just let me do it to you." He pushed the head of his peter into her slit, on up to her hymen. "Just let me fuck you!" He strained and heaved and pushed his prick forward, jabbing it against her hymen.