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It's been a while since I last posted; so in the meantime, I'm offering a short little piece that I wrote earlier this year.  Hope you enjoy it; and there'll be more to come later

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Eleven Times Three                          (C) 2007 Kari Alarus

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Warning:   This story depicts explicit sex. If you are under 18 or
           are offended by this type of material, read no further.

This is a stroke story involving female domination and sex with 
underage females.

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Eleven Times Three
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Eleven year-olds Julie, Hanna, and Tami were best friends. They'd all 
grown up in the same neighborhood, and prided themselves on knowing 
their territory. So it came as no surprise when new people finally 
moved into the vacant house on the corner.

Actually it was a new person - a normal-looking 35 year-old man. It had 
only seemed that a family was moving in, when in actuality it was the 
man's sister and her two boys helping with the move.

It didn't take long, though, for the three young cuties to notice that 
their new neighbor was a bit of a pervert. 

Nearly every morning and afternoon they'd caught him staring at them 
through the window as they passed to and from school. The man seemed 
especially excited whenever they wore short shorts or denim mini
skirts.  
On those days, the girls could literally feel the heat from his eyes 
searing their exposed young thighs.

In response to the unwanted attention, the girls never failed to scowl 
back at him and flash the finger every time they passed his house. Yet, 
that didn't seem to deter him at all. He would simply get a hang-dog 
look, but would gawk anyway.

After two weeks of this abuse, the three girls determined that they 
were going to put a stop to it. 

It was Tami's idea to approach him directly. Her plan was that the 
three of them would knock on his door, and tell him point-blank that 
they did not appreciate him leering at them.

Tami was the ring leader of the bunch. Brown shoulder-length hair, 
pretty face, slender 5-foot 2 inch frame, and nice long legs - she was 
a very attractive young girl. Although no beauty queen, Tami was fairly 
comfortable with her looks. Naturally, she wanted more up top, but she 
fully realized that she was still a bit young for tits. 

Even being so young, Tami was a pretty smart cookie. She was a natural 
born salesman. She could persuade her friends to do nearly anything or 
follow her nearly anywhere. In conversation, she could hold her own 
with most grown-ups. She could also sniff a liar from a mile away, 
which made it nearly impossible for older kids or adults to put 
anything over on her. Yet, her sharpest talent was knowing which 
clothes best suited her young frame. She was especially adept at 
assessing the effect that those clothes had on others, especially older 
guys.

Tami had gotten plenty of practice, teasing the holy fuck out of her 
Uncle Charlie. 

A grown man, nearly 28 years old, Uncle Charlie was abnormally 
fascinated by his 10 year-old niece's tight little ass. Quickly 
realizing this, Tami shamelessly displayed her shapely butt cheeks at 
every possible opportunity, in the tightest and briefest micro-shorts 
imaginable. The inevitable result was that the little minx could make 
her Uncle erect, virtually at will. The girl lost count of all the 
nights that her merciless teasing had gotten him so impossibly hard and 
herself so infernally hot that she'd needed to frig her little clit 
senseless to get relief. 

The real surprise was that her parents never noticed their daughter's 
ceaseless provocation, but then again, the girl was quite clever. She 
chose her opportunities wisely. 

As part of the girls' plan to confront their new neighbor, Tami 
suggested that they all dress simply - jeans and tee-shirts - just to 
be safe. She wanted to give the perv as little pleasure as possible 
while they told him to knock it off.

That morning, us usual, the man was at the window, staring. So you can 
imagine his shock when the girls actually proceeded up his walkway 
instead of walking past. Consequently, it took almost thirty seconds 
for him to answer the door after they'd initially knocked.

He opened the door wearing a polo shit and thin cotton shorts, the top 
stretched tight by powerful muscle. The girls were surprised at just 
how buff this guy was.

"Hi g-g-girls!" he said, "Wh-wh-what can I do for you?" he stammered.  
Tami immediately picked up on the man's telling weakness. Yet, what 
really got her attention was the huge bulge forming in his shorts. It 
wasn't a full erection erection, but was still impressive nonetheless.  
Julie and Hanna noticed, as well.

Tami took the lead. "Dude, whatever your name is, we want you to stop 
leering at us," she said. "It really creeps us out."

"The n-n-name is P-P-Paul, and I'm so s-s-sorry," he replied. "Since it 
b-bothers you so much, I won't d-do it again." He seemed extremely 
nervous in the presence of the three girls. Tami made a special mental 
note of that. Yet, all the man's apparent unease had little effect on 
the unseemly bulge violently stretching his shorts. 

"Ex-c-c-cuse me," the man suddenly blurted out, "b-but I've got to go 
now!" He slammed the door and disappeared, leaving the girls open- 
mouthed.

"What was that all about?" Julie asked, as they resumed their walk to 
school. 

"You mean that huge snake in his shorts?" giggled Hanna. At that, all 
three started to laugh.

Knowing full well what 'that' was all about, Tami exclaimed, "The freak 
is seriously horned on young girls! What happened is that we just gave 
him a major woody!"

Too shocked to reply, her two friends said nothing.

Tami continued, "He's a pervert who lusts after preteen girls.  
Couldn't you tell how turned on he was just looking at us, even in our 
grungy jeans?"

"Well, not really", the other two declared.

"C'mon, girls!" Tami exclaimed. "The guy was extremely nervous, and
his, 
erm, bulge got bigger the whole time he was drooling over us!  He's 
probably spanking the hell out of his monkey even now!"

"Ewww, gross!" exclaimed her friends.

"Yeah, got that right!" Tami agreed. "But for an older guy, he was kind 
of cute, don't you think?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so," Hanna mumbled.

"So what about you, Julie?" Tami inquired. "What did you think?"

Julie's cheeks went quite crimson, as she declined to immediately 
answer.

Tami answered for her. "Well, I know I felt a little tingly 'down 
there'! After all, he was kind of hot, and that was some mean mass of 
meat in his pants!"

Despite herself, Julie replied, "Yeah, it sure the heck was!" 

At that, all three girls burst into laughter.

"Sounds like we may need to pay this pervert a return visit!" Tami 
declared, a wicked sparkle in her eye. 

Not knowing exactly what their friend had in mind, the other girls 
nodded their assent cautiously. All they knew is that it would most 
likely be something extremely naughty. Little did they know just how 
right they were.

"Now, here's what we're gonna do ..." Tami related to her friends.

The next morning, as they approached the man's house, the girls were 
quite disappointed to not see his leering face in the window. In fact, 
the blinds were completely closed. Then Tami noticed a small bit of 
movement behind a small crack in the blinds. He was there alright, but 
now he was spying on them. Tami wasn't surprised. She wasn't even
angry. 
In fact, this would fit in even better with her sinister plans.  The 
other girls giggled as Tami pointed out what she'd seen.

Upon returning from school, the girls donned their tightest briefest 
cropped tops and their shortest denim skirts. The skirts were extremely 
tight and tiny, so tiny that they'd been banned from being worn at 
school. Underneath, the girls wore their skimpiest thong panties. For 
footwear, the girls had decided to keep it simple - just sneakers and 
ankle socks

As previously agreed, they met at Tami's house. Upstairs in Tami's
room, 
the girls freely admired themselves in Tami's full length mirror. 

"I think we're looking particularly sweet today!" Tami declared.  
"Don't you agree?" she asked the other girls. 

"Yeah, we look nice," they replied.

"What do you mean, nice? We look damn hot!" Tami exclaimed.  
"Especially, as far as that pervert goes! I think we're seriously going 
to pop his weasel!"  At that, they all laughed. "Now you girls remember 
what to do?" Tami asked. Her friends nodded yes. "Well, let's go!"

The blinds abruptly shut when the girls approached the man's house. 
Tami knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

After a few seconds, Tami shouted, "C'mon Paul, we know you're in 
there! Open up the door so we can talk!"

Finally the door cracked open. "G-g-girls, this isn't a good time.  Can 
you c-c-come back later?"

"What's the matter?" Tami snapped, "You got company or something?"

"Well, n-n-no," the man reluctantly admitted.

"So what's the problem?!" Tami demanded. "Let us in!" "Give me a m-m-
moment!" the man stammered. 

After almost half a minute, Paul finally opened the door for his 
surprise guests.

The girls immediately noted Paul's partial state of dress, especially 
the thick towel wrapped around his waist. He was also barefoot, yet he 
wasn't wet. So, obviously, a shower hadn't been the reason for the 
towel.

Led by Tami, the girls proceeded directly to Paul's living room. Their 
host groaned audibly as they passed by in their tiny excuses for skirts.

"Got anything to drink, Paul?" Tami asked, hands on her hips, her 
little skirt brazenly riding up her shapely thighs.

Tami knew full well the effect of her sneaky little gesture, because, 
one, Paul's burning gaze never left her legs, and, two, something large 
was twitching underneath that towel.

"S-s-sure," Paul answered, sheepishly lifting his gaze to meet hers. 
"Wh-wh-what would you like?"

"Coke!" the girls declared in unison. "With lots of ice!"

"Okay, c-c-coming right up!" Paul replied. He dashed into the kitchen 
like his tail was on fire.

"More like 'cumming right now'!" Hanna joked. They all laughed.

When Paul finally returned, drinks in hand, all three girls were lewdly 
seated on his sofa. Their legs were purposely crossed in a way that 
exposed their panties and forced their extremely short skirts well 
above the curves of their tight young butts. 

For young girls, the three had extremely nice legs. Tanned, not too 
slender, not at all chunky, just long and muscular like those of 
champion gymnasts. And there was oh so much of it on display! Bits of 
skimpy panty were exposed as well, adding immensely to the girls' 
devastating impact on their helpless victim.

Paul's jaw dropped and his eyes bulged at the cock-stirring display.  
The poor guy was clearly on visual overload. He stumbled as his legs 
suddenly grew weak, nearly spilling the tray of drinks on the hardwood 
floor. To make matters even worse, a monstrous tent had formed in the 
towel wrapped around his waist. Plus, he was starting to sweat.

"Well, we don't have all day!" Tami scolded him. "Give us our drinks!"

Hands shaking visibly, Paul handed each girl her coke. But before he 
could turn tail and bolt back to the kitchen, Tami demanded to know 
what was going on with that towel.

"N-n-nothing!" Paul replied, clearly shaken.

"Well if it's nothing, then it shouldn't bother you to lose it!" Tami 
exclaimed. "It just looks weird!" 

"Plus," she added, "we already know what you're hiding anyway!"

The girls laughed riotously as Paul's face fell to the ground. So 
easily found out by three little girls, Paul was mortified beyond 
belief. Plus, the fact that the girls kept deliberately crossing and 
recrossing their gorgeous legs did little to mitigate his raging 
discomfort.

"C'mon, we know you're hiding a giant hard-on," Tami said, "And you're 
not doing that great a job of it, either!" she giggled. "So drop the 
games, and let us see it!"

Reluctantly, Paul unwrapped his towel. The girls gasped in awe at what 
they saw.

The outline of a truly monstrous cock was clearly visible through the 
thin super-stretched fabric of the man's cotton shorts. A wet spot of 
pre-cum had formed at the tip, rendering the fabric nearly transparent, 
giving the girls a stunning view of a true marvel of nature.

Paul desperately attempted to conceal the shame of his extreme arousal 
with his hands. But he was far too endowed for that to have any real 
effect.

Each girl suddenly felt a strange itching in her pussy, unlike anything 
she had ever felt before. Even Tami, who had plenty of experience 
viciously teasing her Uncle Charlie, had never experienced anything so 
powerfully erotic. If anything, the feeling made the girls want to be 
even naughtier, if only to see where this would lead.

Forcefully composing herself, which, under the circumstances, was much 
more difficult than she'd expected, Tami remarked, "That's some tackle 
box you're sporting, Paul! You wouldn't be molesting any little girls 
with that thing, would you?" she asked, almost daring him to challenge 
her.

"N-n-no, of course not!" the man exclaimed. "I would n-n-never assault 
a child!"

"Well that's good to know," Tami replied. "But it leaves us girls with 
a little problem!" 

"Wh-wh-what do you mean?" Paul asked, now thoroughly confused.

"Show him girls!" Tami ordered. At which point, the girls spread their 
legs wide open to reveal just how wet and transparent their tiny 
panties had become.

The shock of seeing of so much virtually exposed preteen pussy 
literally pushed poor Paul over the edge. 

No longer able to control himself, Paul unconsciously reached into his 
shorts to free his 12-inch monster from its painful confinement. What 
made the event even more amazing was that his swollen man-meat had 
become nearly as thick around as a can of pop. 

The girls gasped involuntarily at the sight of so much fat rigid cock.  
Their pussies began gushing so forcefully that they completely drenched 
the sofa fabric.

In a world of his own, Paul proceeded to stroke his turgid member with 
unbelievable fury. He would have quickly reached climax, too, had Tami 
not doused his burning crotch with the icy remains of her coke.

"Whoa sailor!" she exclaimed. "You have young ladies present!"

"More like horny preteen sluts present!" Hanna giggled to Julie, who 
blushed crimson in response.

Tami waited for Paul to cool off a bit before continuing. Even so, 
Paul's turgid fuck rod remained impressively curved in front of his 
well-defined six-pack - a definite sign of optimal male sexual
response. Tami was quite impressed.

"So here are the ground rules!" Tami declared. 

"First, you don't cum until we tell you to. Your cock is now ours."

"Second, your primary job from now on is to keep us happy."  Well aware 
of the extreme state of arousal in her girlfriends, Tami added, 
"actually, ecstatically happy! You will gladly, erm, please us until we 
tell you to stop."

"Third, you will make yourself available for our exclusive pleasure 
whenever and however we so choose."

"Fourth, you will buy us whatever we want, promptly and without 
complaint!"

"Fifth, you will not even so much as look at any females other than 
us."

"You've got to be cr-cr-crazy!" Paul exclaimed. "I won't agree to 
that!"

"Of course, you will, sweetie," Tami replied. "You really don't have 
any choice."

"For one thing, you definitely don't want us 'innocent' underage girls 
spreading the word that we were molested by a child-lusting pervert.  
For another, you enjoy drooling over us in our skimpy little clothes 
far too much to refuse us anything for long."

At that, Paul hung his head in utter defeat. He knew full well that 
Tami was right.

"Naturally," Tami added, "we plan to do our very best to make this 
little 'arrangement' worth your while, don't we girls?"

As one, the three girls stood up, stepped out of their sodden panties, 
and raised their little skirts above their asses. Helpless, Paul's 
monster man-meat twitched violently in response.

Next, the three girls together attacked the hunk and brought him to the 
floor, thus making it that much easier to have their way with him. The 
hot young vixens then proceeded to lick, stroke, and rub themselves 
against the man's monster member in the naughtiest ways imaginable.  
The fury of their lust surprised even themselves. 

It didn't take long for the incredibly sinful sight of three half-naked 
eleven-year old girls vigorously rubbing their scalding pussies against 
the smooth tight skin of Paul's monster cock to cause his balls to 
finally explode. For a full ten seconds, Paul's overmatched member 
gloriously and spectacularly erupted.

Not even close to being satisfied, Tami ordered Paul to lick each of 
them to at least three earth-shaking orgasms. Even though he was 
mortified at being so easily controlled by a child, Paul obediently 
complied. Fortunately, Paul's talented tongue did not disappoint. The 
young sluts came so hard that they nearly drowned Paul's face in girl 
goo.

Once the fires in their cunts had been sufficiently slaked, the horny 
little sluts were ready to initiate round two. They ordered Paul to 
lead them to his bedroom. Once there, they quickly stripped him bare.  
Next, the girls slowly and sensuously removed each others clothing in a 
brazen smoking strip-tease. The effect was electric. Paul's magnificent 
cobra shot up again like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Sporting salaciously wicked smiles, the three naked preteens winked at 
each other in a way that made Paul shudder with dread. They carefully 
and securely tied their victim to his bed, then, short of actual 
penetration, proceeded to do things to Paul's helpless body that would 
have even made a whore blush.

Tami and Hanna wrapped their powerful legs around the base of Paul's 
monstrous member, vigorously grinding their sopping pussies against the 
boneless organ's smooth sensitive skin. The two underage sluts both 
grunted with relish at the exquisite feel of the poor fucker's veins 
wildly bulging and pulsing in response to their relentless sexual 
assault.

Meanwhile, the formerly shy Julie was busy positioning her slick 
burning box over the unblinking eye of Paul's monster fuck pole. The 
man's cock head was so huge and Julie's virgin cunt was so tight, that 
there was not a chance in hell of full penetration. Still, young 
Julie's hungry baby hole was fully primed to rudely ride Paul's warhead 
with every intention of draining his balls bone dry. There was no doubt 
that the girl would succeed.

It didn't take long for the three young cock-killers to viciously pop 
Paul's pussy crammer a second time. The subsequent cum explosion was 
every bit as spectacular as the first. The impossibly filthy sight of 
gobs of thick gooey baby cream nastily dripping down the length of 
Paul's cock and the insides of Julie's thighs ignited violent orgasms 
in Hanna and Tami, leaving them screaming in the throes of urgent 
release.

Julie, who had been climaxing nearly the entire time she rode Paul's 
humongous cock head, finally exploded in a level-nine orgasm that left 
her helpless and limp in the midst of unbridled ecstasy. So much girl 
juice splashed out of Julie's sodden slot that even Tami and Hanna 
blushed at the sight.

Never in his life had any sexual experience made Paul erupt like that 
before. The poor man actually passed out from the sheer intensity of an 
indescribable climax viciously triggered by the three extremely wicked 
preteen sluts.

Still, his sexy young molesters weren't even close to being finished 
abusing his monster meat. Over an hour later, after Paul's fuck shaft 
could rise no more, the deadly little vixens had coaxed three more 
messy climaxes from their victim's thoroughly ravaged sperm tackle.

In the end, the three wicked little sluts had so much man cream stuck 
in their hair and encrusted all over their naked bodies, that they 
needed a 30-minute shower just to wash it all off. Naturally, the still 
horny lasses ended up fucking the daylights out of each other, while 
ostensibly getting clean.

Eventually, three squeaky-clean and incredibly satisfied preteen girls 
burst into Paul's bedroom to untie and wake up their hapless fuck slave.

As the girls shimmied back into their tight tops and tiny denim skirts, 
Tami noticed the slightest stirring of life in Paul's deflated
monster.  
She shook her head in utter disbelief that the man had any libido left.

"Well, Paul dear, we've got to return home now," Tami said, "but we'll 
be back in a couple of days. Just remember, we fully expect you to obey 
the rules, especially regarding other women."

Paul weakly nodded his assent.

"J-just one thing," Paul asked, "How will I explain your f-f-frequent 
visits once the neighbors start asking questions?"

"That's up to you to figure out, sweetpea!" Tami replied. "Because if 
you don't, just imagine what we may be forced to say to protect our 
'virgin' reputations!"

Once fully dressed and properly primped for appearing in public, the 
girls each kissed Paul on the cheek. The gesture felt strangely formal 
after all the depraved things that they'd already subjected him (and 
his cock) to.

"By the way, we had a lovely time!" the girls chimed, as they gleefully 
exited Paul's home.

All Paul could do was shake his head in disbelief at the overpowering 
carnal assault launched by the three hyper-sexed 11-year old girls. The 
searing images of the depraved things that they'd done to him alone 
would fuel months of future stroke sessions.

The poor guy didn't know whether to celebrate his incredible sexual 
fortune or bemoan his impending demise. In any case, there was only one 
person in the world who could help him now.

Paul needed the expert counsel of his older sister, Darlene. Darlene 
was the only person he knew who would ever believe that something like 
this could possibly happen. Plus, she was the only one he trusted to 
find a suitable solution. He sincerely hoped that she'd be home to take 
his call.

Yet, for now, what Paul most desperately needed more than anything was 
rest. Lots and lots of bed rest, especially now that his once proud and 
mighty cock was shriveled up in cowardly retreat.

[End] 


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