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Molly Gets Her Community Service Merit Badge
by Johndough (address withheld)

***

A young girl scout visits an older couple to help the 
wife recover from a stroke and gets a good "stroking" 
herself. (MFf, underage, reluc, 1st, preg?)

***

Molly Evans found herself temporarily alone at the 
cookie table set up at the local supermarket. Mrs. 
Thomas had excused herself to use the bathroom and the 
other girl had gone with her. Not that she was in any 
danger since the store was very busy and cookie sales 
were brisk. 

At 13 going on 14 looked like a throwback to the days of 
the poodle skirts and American Bandstand. Her blond hair 
fell past her shoulders but was normally pulled back in 
a ponytail with bangs covering half her forehead above 
her blue eyes. Today she was in full Girl Scout uniform 
with her sash and badges.

An older gentleman came up to the table and bought a box 
of thin mints.

"I see you don't have your Community Service badge yet."

Molly looked surprised.

"l have daughters," he continued. "My wife and I could 
help you out with that. She had a stroke a month ago and 
is bedridden. We could use someone around to help us out 
once in a while. I'll fill out your paperwork for the 
badge."

"That sounds simple enough but where do you live?"

It turned out that he was only two blocks from her 
house.

"My name is Charles Jones, by the way. How about coming 
over tomorrow morning around 10 since it is Saturday?"

"Okay. I'll see you then."

When she got up on Saturday Molly told her dad she was 
going to be out until supper helping an old couple whose 
wife had a stroke. She showed him the paperwork for a 
Community Service merit badge that the couple would fill 
out for her. After making scrambled eggs, bacon and 
toast for him and her two older brothers, she went back 
to her room to get dressed.

She took off her robe and looked at herself in the 
mirror. She spent a lot of time outdoors and at the 
local pool so she had a good tan except where she wore 
her bikini top and bottom. Except for her inch wide 
puffy pink nipples atop her orange sized budding breasts 
and light blond pubic bush she thought she looked like a 
negative. 

She put on her sports bra and a pair of white cotton 
panties and then a tee shirt and her shorts overalls, 
the green ones that showed off her legs so well and were 
held up by the over the shoulder straps. She thought 
they made her look sexy which made her spine tingle and 
gave her a sensation of butterflies in her tummy as her 
pussy would get wet. 

She had been having thoughts about sex a lot lately. 
Especially since it was only two years since her mom 
died and she was the only female in a house with three 
males. She wasn't sure but it seemed her father and 
brothers were looking at her differently as her body 
started to blossom. Her dad had always been open to her 
questions about boys and had helped her understand what 
was happening last year when she started having periods. 
She was glad her last one had ended two weeks ago 
because sometimes she got some cramping with it and she 
didn't want anything to impair her ability to help Mr. 
Jones and his poor wife.

Grabbing her paperwork she headed out the door and 
walked the two blocks to the address she had been given. 

Charles Jones was 65 and Chrissie Jones was 63. Molly 
was a little surprised when Mr. Jones was wearing a 
bathrobe when he answered the doorbell.

"Come in," he said with a reassuring smile. "She is 
upstairs in the bedroom."

Molly followed him up the stairs. The robe he had on was 
short and as he went up the stairs ahead of her she 
could easily see he wasn't wearing anything underneath. 
He seemed very fit with butt cheeks that were as tight 
as a teen and Molly had a hard time not staring.

Once upstairs he led her down a short hall past an open 
bathroom door to what she thought was the master 
bedroom. On the bed was a very beautiful woman who 
seemed as fit as her husband but had no robe to hide her 
nudity. Molly was fascinated that her dark pubic hair 
was sprinkled with grey. She had never thought about 
pubic hair going grey.

"She's naked. Shouldn't you cover up?"

"Yes," he said making no move to do so. Instead he sat 
down next to her on the bed and Molly could see tears in 
his eyes. "I should cover her with me but I am having 
real trouble doing that."

"What do you mean?" Molly asked thinking that all of 
this seemed to have something to do with sex.

"You have had sex ed in school, haven't you?"

Molly nodded.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Molly shook her head.

"Have you masturbated?"

"You mean rub myself?"

"Yes. Did it make you feel good?"

"It made me feel good all over. Was that sex?"

"It is a form of sex. It is what everyone does when they 
don't have a partner to have real sex with."

"But if you can make yourself feel good all be yourself 
then why do you need someone else?"

"You won't ask yourself that once you have a boyfriend 
and have real sex. The things you feel alone are 
magnified tenfold when you and your partner give each 
other pleasure. Chrissie and I have had sex everyday for 
years up until her stroke last month and the doctors 
aren't sure if she will ever wake up or if she is even 
capable of waking up. But this last week she has been 
having orgasms which the doctors say is a good sign. She 
has had them when I rub her pussy and play with her clit 
which I started when I noticed that she was wet with her 
own lubricant instead of urine. The doctors say that if 
I have sex with her when she gets wet instead of just 
using my hand that maybe it will help her to break 
through the coma and come back to me."

"Is she wet now?"

"See for yourself."

Molly stepped up to the bed and reached her hand out 
toward the comatose woman's private parts. She hesitated 
about invading this woman's privacy.

"I don't think I should, Mr. Jones."

"Please call me Charlie. Everyone does. And I assure you 
that you will be helping her out and learning something 
in the process. You can touch it. It won't bite."

Molly reached down and put her hand over the woman's 
pubic mound.

"Just treat it like you do your own pussy when you play 
with yourself. You get wet down there when you slide 
your fingers in. See how wet she is when you do the same 
thing."

Molly slipped her fingers between the woman's thighs 
seeking her vaginal opening. Once she found it she slid 
her long middle finger in. This woman was looser than 
her own pussy but then she had had a lifetime of sex. 
But there was no denying the truth in what Charlie said.

"Boy, she is wet. But what do you need me for?"

"Because in order to have sex a man has to be hard 
enough for penetration—" at this point he stood up and 
faced away from Molly. He dropped his robe off his 
shoulders and tossed it in a nearby chair and then 
turned around. Molly's eyes opened wide at her first 
real look at a naked man. Charlie did indeed keep 
himself in shape and she noted that his grey hair also 
extended to his chest hair and down to his groin where 
eight inches of cock dangled like a flaccid hunk of 
thick rope. "—which I am having trouble achieving."

"But why?"

"Remember what I said about having sex with a partner? 
Well, that is because you can perform foreplay with one 
another to increase your arousal before you have sex. 
Chrissie has always been a good lover and a very active 
partner and having sex with her now—no matter how 
important it may be—just seems like I would be making 
love to an inflatable doll. I need someone to help be 
with foreplay to get me erect so I can make love to 
Chrissie. I need you to be that someone."

Molly thought this was murky territory. Standing in a 
bedroom with a naked man and his equally naked wife and 
talking with him about sex was a little out of her 13 
years of experience. Still, a Girl Scout wasn't supposed 
to get merit badges for doing easy things. Overcoming 
difficulties was what they were about. She decided to do 
whatever she could for this poor couple.

"Well, I'll try. What do you need me to do?"

"First I need you to take your clothes off."

"What? Why?"

"Because it would make me feel more comfortable. My wife 
and I are naked and you being clothed makes me self 
conscious. Also the sight of a naked woman is often 
enough to make a man aroused. I won't touch you. I would 
only look but it would be a great help."

Molly stood in thought for a moment and then saw her 
paperwork for the merit badge sitting on the dresser. 
She sat down on a chair and took off her tennis shoes 
and ankle socks. Then she stood up and slipped the 
overall straps off her shoulders without undoing them 
and slipped them off. She folded them and put them on 
the chair. Then she pulled off her tee shirt, folded it 
and place it on top of the overalls. She stopped and 
spun around in a pirouette.

"Is this good?" she asked with her eyes unabashedly 
focused on Charlie's cock as it started to twitch with 
life.

"Oh, very good. But if you could take off your bra it 
would help a great deal."

Molly hesitated for a moment and then pulled off her 
sports bra revealing her lovely orbs to someone other 
than her classmates in the gym locker room. She kept one 
arm over them while dropping the bra on her other 
clothes. Her arm across her nipples did as much to 
arouse them as the naughtiness of the situation. When he 
nodded she dropped her hands to her side. Her nipples 
were puffed out to their maximum.

"Some baby is going to have a very fine set of filling 
stations some day, Molly. You have very beautiful 
breasts. Do you shave?"

"What?"

"Your pussy—do you shave it? I know a lot of young women 
shave themselves these days. I really wish they 
wouldn't. A good pubic patch is like a badge of 
womanhood. And the hair itself can act as an erotic 
area."

With that Charlie placed his hand over Chrissie's bush 
and lightly ran his fingers over the hairs without 
touching her skin. Molly had done this same thing to her 
new bush and remembered how stimulating that feeling 
was. Catching his meaning she slipped her thumbs under 
her panty's waistband and slid them down and off and put 
them on top of the bra. She made no move to act modestly 
anymore. All of this talk had made her hornier than she 
had ever been.

"You have a beautiful pussy as well. If you don't 
believe it, check out my cock."

She didn't have to be told. She was amazed at how that 
flaccid hunk of rope now stood out to its full 11 inches 
and two inch width. And it was pointing straight at her.

"Can I touch it?"

"I don't want to get in trouble by touching you in any 
way you don't consent to but you are free to explore my 
body all you want."

She stepped over to him and took hold of his now rock 
hard cock. She felt ashamed that she wasn't returning 
his openness.

"You can touch me if you want but don't expect sex. I'm 
too young and I'm not on the pill."

"Thank you. When was your last period?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Have they talked about ovulation at school?"

"You mean when a woman has an egg ready for 
fertilization?"

"Yes. You are probably ready for impregnation right now. 
Ovulation is at its peak two weeks after the end of a 
period and your body increases your horniness as a 
signal that you want to mate. So you are probably having 
a rush of hormones right now that is signaling your body 
that it wants sperm. So this is definitely not a good 
time for me or anyone to have sex with you. Especially 
as I never use a condom."

During all this talk Charlie had become very familiar 
with Molly's breasts and nipples and now he moved his 
hand between her legs and for the first time since she 
was an infant someone was touching her most private 
place.

"Ah, just as I hoped!"

"What?"

"You are a big producer of personal lubricant! You are 
practically dripping!"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I need you to get up on the bed next to my 
wife on your hands and knees so I can rub my cock along 
your pussy and get your juice all over it so I can fuck 
my wife easily."

Molly reluctantly let go of his cock and got up on the 
bed in the position he had told her. She felt him kneel 
down behind her and tensed when the head of his cock 
touched her opening.

"NO!"

"I told you I am not putting it in you so just relax."

Molly relaxed as much as she could and she felt him 
slide the length of his cock along her slit, rubbing her 
clit with it. When his pubic hair was tickling her ass 
and pussy opening, Charlie stopped and pulled back. 
Molly had an orgasm from the pent up feelings she had 
been accumulating over the last ten minutes. It was 
bigger than anything she had achieved with her own 
fingers. And then he thrust his cock along the outside 
of her slit and clit again. Then he started a rhythm 
that she imagined real fucking might be like. She could 
feel his cock getting slipperier and slipperier with her 
juices. 

One time he pulled back too far and she felt his 
cockhead slip entirely into her pussy. She knew this 
because she could feel her pussy lips clasp on to it 
before his pulled it back out.

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't cum, did you?"

"Definitely not. When you are ready for sex and have 
your first intercourse you will know what it feels like 
to have a man come inside you but you are just helping 
me get ready for my wife and we are almost there."

Molly had another orgasm as he continued his external 
fuck.

"Have you ever heard the story of the scorpion and the 
fox, Molly?"

"I don't think so."

"It seems there was a fox and a scorpion who came down 
to the riverbank at the same time to get a drink. 'Mr. 
Fox' said the scorpion, 'my family all live on the other 
side of this river and I cannot swim. Since you are such 
a good swimmer would you carry me on your back across 
the river?' 'But you are a scorpion. How do I know you 
will not sting me?' 'Why would I? Like I said, I can't 
swim.' 'Very well, said the fox. So the scorpion climbed 
on his back and they set off across the river. Halfway 
across the river the scorpion stung the fox who 
immediately looked over his shoulder. 'Why did you sting 
me? Now we will both die.' 'I'm sorry. I am a scorpion 
and it is my nature and I cannot help myself.'"

"But what was the point of that story?" Molly gasped 
between pants as she neared another organism.

"Because you are the fox and I am the scorpion."

"I still don't get it."

"Because I am a man and it is my nature and I cannot 
help myself…"

Just then Molly felt him pull back too far once again 
and again his cockhead slipped into her private opening. 
But this time she felt an instant of pain as his 
cockhead tore through her virginity. And still it was 
going deeper until she felt his pubic hair tickle her 
ass. But she felt two new things as well. Her clit was 
struck but this time it was with his hairy ball sack. At 
the same time his cockhead kissed her cervix and he was 
fully inside her. In spite of her anger at his betrayal 
she was awash in the strongest orgasm of her young life. 
Being filled with cock was such a good feeling she just 
couldn't stay angry.

Charlie was in heaven as he held himself in her to allow 
to get used to the feeling of penetration. Then he 
pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside 
and then began the same thrusting rhythm he had used 
externally, a rhythm she had gotten used to. Only now it 
was giving the 13 year old fertile Girl Scout her first 
real fuck. 

Molly had two more orgasms before she felt him thrust in 
deeper than ever and his cock seemed to swell and twitch 
followed immediately by a feeling of liquid warmth in 
her core. She came at the same moment and in spite of 
her best instincts she could feel her pussy muscles 
clasping at the invading penis to keep him inside her 
and milking it of his potent baby makers.

My God! Molly thought to herself. He just raped me and 
filled me with sperm. I could be pregnant. But she 
didn't care. This was sex and she wanted more. 
Apparently Charlie did as well because his cock remained 
lodged in her pussy as it started to soften.

"Use those pussy muscles and squeeze me!"

Molly did her best and it seemed to be good enough 
because she felt him grow hard again. Just when she 
thought he was about to fuck her again he pulled out.

"Roll unto your back."

She did and this time she watched as his huge cock slid 
back inside her. This position allowed even greater 
penetration and she felt places in her pussy she had 
never known were there. Her lust showed in her face as 
she thrust her hips up to meet his thrusts. This was no 
rape no matter what the first time may have been. This 
time she wanted it as much as he did. She spread her 
legs wide and wrapped her feet around his hips. In this 
position his cockhead rubbed across her g-spot and she 
had several intense orgasms until he timed himself to 
her fourth and erupted with another huge load in her 
juvenile pussy.

After remaining inside her for a minute he pulled out 
and lay down on the outside of the bed with Molly 
between him and his wife.

"What was it this time? Stroke? Terrible illness? Car 
accident?"

Molly looked groggily over at the naked woman on the bed 
who seemed to be awake and looking at her.
"Slipped me some knockout pills again, Charlie, you 
wicked man! I've told you, you don't have to drug me 
when you want to break in a new girl. I'll play dead."

"But your husband said you were in a coma and having sex 
with you would help you to recover…."

"He loves that story and using me as his accomplice but 
he isn't my husband."

"He's not?"

"No. He's my older brother and he is just so obsessed 
with sex."

"Your brother? But that's incest!"

"It sure is and it sure is wonderful. Let me show you 
our family album."

She reached over to the bedside table where a photo 
album lay.

"By the way, I'm Chrissie. I'm 63 and Charlie here is 
65."

"Molly. 13."

"Good age. I'll let you do the math. This is our 
daughter Arlene who is 50 and her kids Josie who is 37 
and Mildred who is 36. This is Josie the 37 year old and 
her kids Sally, 25, and Kelly, 24. These are Sally's two 
girl's 12 year old Annie and 11 year old Audrey. And 24 
year old Kelly has produce a beautiful set of 11 year 
old twins Wanda and Wendy. This is 36 year old Mildred 
with her kids Jill, 23, and Joan, 20. This is Jill with 
her 10 year old daughter, Carol and 9 year old daughter, 
Chrissie—I just love that name. And here are 20 year old 
Joan's two girls, Peggy, 8, and Rachel, 6.

"This is our other daughter Jennifer who is 49 and her 
kids Susan, 36, and Sarah, 34. Here are Jennifer's kids 
and their kids. 36 year old Susan and her 23 year old 
daughter Mary and 21 year old Maureen. And this is 34 
year old Sarah with her 20 year old daughter Michelle 
and 19 year old daughter Meaghan. Now we have Mary, 23 
with Martha and Cheryl, 13 and 9, respectively. Here are 
21 year old Maureen's 8 year old twins, Nora and Nancy. 
Here are 20 year old Michelle's girls, Laura, 7, and 
Lynn, 6. And finally here is 19 year old Meaghan with 6 
year old Monica and—our family's pride and joy—5 year 
old Charles. We have high hopes for him."

"But where are their husbands?"

"Who needs husbands? Charlie's been good enough for us."

"You mean all those kids are his? Isn't that illegal?"

"Do any of these people look illegal? We are a big happy 
family. And, of course, there are the 15 adopted 
daughters over the years."

"Adopted?"

"Well, they are being raised by their mother's families 
but they are still offspring of Charlie."

She turned the page and there were several pictures of 
naked girls around her age with cum dripping out of 
their pussies followed by pictures of various stages of 
their pregnancies and even close ups of the deliveries. 
All of them seemed to have delivered daughters.

"Once in a while Charlie gets the urge for some new 
blood and I wake up next to a young beauty like yourself 
getting herself knocked up by the best cocksman around."

Just then there was a bright flash and whirring sound as 
Molly looked up to see Charlie holding a Polaroid camera 
with a picture emerging. 45 seconds later her own naked 
picture was being put in the album with a stream of cum 
oozing out of her.

"All girls and only one boy?" Molly asked.

"A real chip off the old block. But then he ought to be. 
He has 93.25 percent of his genetic makeup from his 
father, Charlie. Just a month ago his mother caught him 
playing doctor with his sister and cousins. At 5 years 
old!"

Chrissie got up to use the bathroom and Molly continued 
to look at the other girls like herself and their 
increasingly swollen belly's. Could she really be 
pregnant? Well, if she was then she couldn't get more 
pregnant so she was going to have as much sex as she 
could get until the baby was born. 

She thought about how lonely her dad had been since her 
mom died. She knew he slept in the nude as her brothers 
did. So tonight she would have nightmare and come to her 
father's bed for comfort. She would surprise him by 
letting him know she slept in the nude as well. By 
tomorrow morning she hoped to have several doses of his 
sperm fighting for her egg as well.

Charlie stayed naked and filled out her community 
service paperwork talking about how she had helped clean 
up the house and wash the dishes and how they hoped she 
would cum again soon. He knew that someone would laugh 
at his misspelling but he really hated to lie to the 
Girl Scouts and this way he knew the truth was there.

It was only 1 PM so they had lunch and went back to the 
bedroom where she learned about oral sex and anal sex 
and how to make love to a woman and how fun it was to 
watch another couple fucking in front of her. She also 
got to ride on top and control the fuck. At around 5 she 
took a shower and got dressed and thanked the Joneses 
who invited her back anytime.

It was an invitation she intended to use often. In the 
meantime it was time to work on her father…

May be continued...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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