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Kim Kruszynski

Marge
  |			Kamika
Heather			Sandi
			Amy


By all measures, Kim Krusynski was a normal young girl. She lived in a normal, upper middle class neighborhood with her parents, who were still together after 15 years of marriage. SHe went to school, worried about her grades, and stayed away from boys, as her parents told her to do. She had friends, family, and everything anyone could ask for.

To Kim though, normalcy was madenning. She never got to do anything - only family vacations broke the monotony in her life. Her mom and dad were so protective of her that they refused to let her go on any class trips that weren't in the city. So, while the rest of her middle school went to Williamsburg, she got to stay at school and have study hall. It wasn't just class trips, either: her friends ridiculed her for not being able to do anything, ever. When her best friend Kamika's mom took Kamika to Six Flags for a birthday, Kim's parents adamamntly refused to let their daughter go. Her parents came up with a plethora of reason to keep their daughter form going anywhere - her dad was going out of town on the day the Six Flags trip was to take place, and Kim had to see him off at the airport. Kim was furious, but it wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last time her parents kept her on the short leash she was so accustomed to. Kim tried to to everything her parents wanted her to do, as well, it just wasn't good enough for her perfectionist parents. They had actually scheduled a parent-teacher meeting with Kim's science teacher, Ms. Peppar, because Kim got a B on her progress report. This was Kim's first ever B, and even then it didn't count until report cards came out, but nevertheless her parents were determined to "find out what was wrong with their daughter". Ms. Peppar attributed the B to Kim's transition from elementary to middle school; Kim blamed it on the cranky 30 year old science teacher herself, but Kim had to keep that secret of course. After all, did her parents care that Ms. Peppar was known to be the hardest teacher at Lakeview Middle, and one whose name came up at many PTA meetings as being a problem?

kim knew her parents would never let her any degree of freedom, which is why she was floored at her parents' response to her asking to go to her friend Heather's sleepover. They actually said yes! Kim could feel the yoke coming of her neck with that answer! She wouldn't have to go home early like she had every other time she'd ever gone out. To Kim, every time she had to ask a friend's parent to drive her home early was another twist of the screws that bolted her to her home. Now, she would actualy be able to hang to stay up as long as she wanted to with her friends, and have stories to tell her other friends that weren't able to stay, like she had so many times before. She was excited and looking forward to the sleepover, and the accompanying freedom that came with it.

The sleepover was the day after thanksgiving that year, and Kim couldn't wait to get over to Heather's. The only thing on her mind during the big dinner was gioing over to her friend's. Heather's mom, Marge, was known as the coolest mom among Kim's and Heather's friends. Marge looked the other way whenever the girls drank or smoked, and even went out and bought the stuff to let the youngsters do that! Kim never did either of these things herself, as there activities were reserved for the very late hours, always after Kim had to go home. She never had the opportunity to do any of these activities at her own home, and never at her friends'. This time, however, things would be different. Kim would be there!

Friday night finally arrived. When the doorbell rang, the chime was still in Kim's ears as she answered the door. Marge, Heather's mom, greeted the preteen.

"Hey sweetie. Is your mom home?" Marge inquired. Marge Kuster looked very young for a mom. SHe had firebrand red hair and deep green eyes.

"Yeah, hang on" Kim hurriedly responded.

Marge followed Kim into the kitchen, and met Kim's mother, Alexia. Marge explained that she wanted to meet the mother of Kim personally. Marge and Alexis chatted for a bit, and a smile broke Kim's face. Kim knew that Marge's coming in of her own volition and meeting with Kim's mom satisfied her mom's doubts. The conversation between the mothers turned from the youngsters' get together, to school, then to weather, and finally to the fact that Marge had to get back to her own home, and await the arrival of the other girls. Kim kissed her mom goodbye, grabbed the bags near the door, and followed Marge to the car awaiting them outside. Kim was suprised, though, to see her friend Heather waiting in the car alone, something that would have horrified Kim's mom, had she seen it. In that moment, Kim knew the freedom afforded Heather relative to her own, and without words being said, heard the taunts of every kid who had made fun of her social inactivity silenced. Kim knew she would have fun, and maybe come back a little different.

Four hours later, Kim wondered whether she was ready for such a party. She never had any alcohol before, and now 
a cofee cup half full of Absolut looked back at her. She was playing truth or dare, and her challenge was to drink the vodka. If anybody had bothered to ask, Kim would have explained that she had never been out before, and thus never drank or smoked. The stares the three other girls at the sleepover directed at Kim didn't ask questions. Sandi, Kamika, Amy, and Heather didn''t bother to tell the newcomer that alcohol would be here, nor had they mentioned the likely embarasment that came along with playing Truth or Dare.Kim tentively grabed the cup, and amidst the cheering of the other girls, chugged alcohol for the first time in her life. The burning stares were quickly replaced by a burning in her body that started in her throat and followed the vodka down into her stomach. Once there, the vodka didn't feel like it was tearing the inside of her as it had earlier. Instead, Kim was left with a somewhat comfortable warming sensation in her belly, and cheers from the other girls. Kim, having the next turn, challenged Kamika to do the same. Kamika did, and in three more turns every girl at the party had a half cup of alcohol in her belly. Now the girls were ready to try more risque questions and dares, just as Heather planned. Now it was Heather's turn, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

"Ok, Kim, turth or dare?" asked Heather.

"Dare" responded Kim, tired of fielding questions about what she had - or more precicely, hadn't - done in her life.

"I dare you... to kiss me" responded the host.

Kim was taken aback, and the rest of the girls giggled. Had Heather really said that?!? Could Heather be serious... the pause was noticed.

"It's not like this is your first kiss, right Kim?" Heather poked.

"N... n.. no..." Kim mumbled. She was telling the truth, after all, since her dad and mom kissed her quite often, and Kim expected her grandmother's peck on the cheek every Christmas. Outside of the family was another story; kissing was as alien to Kim as sleeping over was.

"OK, let's get to it then!" The last word had just exited Heather's mouth before she lunged at Kim. Another pause grreted Kim's attacker, and Kim had nowhere to go. Kim's back was up against the bed in the room, and Heather was on all fours, moving her strawberry blonde-framed head closer to Kim's trembling lips.

A library of thoughts filled Kim's mind at that moment. Was she really going to have her first true kiss? If so, Kim never expected it so early in her life, and definitely not from another girl! What about all her parents had said? Kissing was reserved for people who love each other, not some drunken hijinks at a neighbor's! Kim opened her mouth in protest, just to meet Heather's likewise open mouth. The kiss itself lasted a maximum of five seceonds, but Kim took it all in with the wonderment of a child on her first trip to the zoo. Heather's lips were soft and thin, her breathing tickled Kim's nose, her hand grabbed Kim's thigh for support. The defenseless young girl felt Heather's tounge invade her mouth, searching its counterpart. Kim's tounge flicked back, perhaps inspired by curiousity, or instinct, and Heather responded by running her hand through Kim's blonde locks and bringing the two closer together, thus sealing the union. Kim, for her part, copied what was happening in her own mouth and tried the same with Heather's. Kim forced her own tounge past Heather's, and felt the soft insides of her friend's mouth. Breath flowed between the two, and that got heavy very quickly. When it did, Heather broke her hold on Kim's head and backed away. Kim felt her toungue slide past Heather's, over her friend's teeth, and into her own mouth. Teh befudled Kim's eyes finally opened, and the two girls' gazes locked.

"Wow. I can tell you've done that before. You're a great kisser, Kim" Heather breathed.

Kim was flustered; she hoped not visibly. What had just happened? In her mind, she knew. Kim has kissed for the first time. It was unexpected, it was unwanted, and... it was good. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Kim offered no resistance to Heather's guidance. The shock subsided, and the youngster expected feelings of regret, but they didn't come. Instead, fears of fielding questions from the other lasses filled her head, and Kim looked around to surmise her situation. Her glances were met with hard stares by the entranced party guests, and not a word was spoken until Heather blurted out "Kim, your turn!"

Having just experienced her first kiss and not wanting to find out what other erotic activities Heather had in mind, Kim was pleased when Sandi, another girl at the party, asked for a truth. The game continued, and the most signifigant events in the remainder of it were another round of shots, Amy's having to use the bathroom frequently, and Kamika's description of what her high school football playing brother Terell looked like naked. Finally, at 3AM, it was time for bed. The three other visiting girls all went for their bags when Heather turned to Kim.

"You can lay your sleepign bag out on my floor here, Kim." Kim's jaw dropped. She was supposed to bring a sleeping bag?!? The eleven-year-old stood silent for a moment, then turned to her host.

"I... d... didn't... bring a... sleeping bag" Kim stuttered.

"It's ok" Heather responded, "you can sleep with me".

Kim was taken aback yet again. Sleep with her friend? Surely, Heather meant in the same room. The other girls at the sleepover didn't even try to overhear the conversation; they grabbed their stuff, said their goodnights, and went down to the living room. After all, the three other girls had to leave early, because their families wanted them home. Kim was left alone with Heather.

"You didn't tell me I needed a sleeping bag"

"Well, I forgot you wouldn't know to bring one"

"Why can't I sleep in another room. There are lots of rooms here." Kim was right. The Kusters lived in the same neighborhood as Kim's family, and Kim knew that there were many more rooms. The house was huge, lavish, covered two lots, and was on the end of a culdesac.


"My family uses them. Now quit your whining and get to bed. Come on, you're my best friend. I'm not going to eat you. People sleep with me all the time."

Kim finally conceded. "Well, ok."

With that finished, Heather and Kim went and brushed their teeth, finished their toilitries, and went back to the bedroom. Heather immediately took of the t-shirt and shorts she had been wearing, revealing a conservative panty and no bra, much to Kim's shock. Her friend was exposing her self! Kim wondered when the nonstop line of shocking experiences would end when Heather grabbed her undeveloped breasts and pouted.

"Damn, I wish these would hurry up and grow." Heather felt Kim's eyes dancing over her nude body. "What, you haven't seen a girl naked before?" The truth was She hadn't. However, just like every other odd situation in the Kuster's house, Kim acted as if she had experienced such events before. Heather was beautiful. The strawberry blonde's frame was lithe and nubile, as the youth had yet to develop any real semblence of the breats that would accompany her womanhood. Heather's hair cascaded down to just below her shoulders, which together with a very refined, adult way of talking gave the young girl an appearance beyond her years, despite her height of only 4' 11". Kim was impressed by her friend's nude form, and concluded that at least her first kiss wass from someone attractive, even if she were a girl. Catching herself in her thoughts, Kim immediately resumed the unfamiliarity she had been exhibiting all night. The facade was hard to maintain when Heather jumped into bed, wearing only the panties. Heatehr didn't expect to sleep like that did she? The asnswer came quickly enough as Heather curled up among the plush white sheets of the bed. Kim paused to ponder the situation, and that pause was noticed again.

"Hurry up and get to bed, I'm tired and I don't want to sleep through my own get together." Kim stood unresponsive. "Oh, I'm tired of this. Look, I sleep naked because my mom keeps this place so fucking hot I think they built it over hell. Now, I'm going to sleep, and the lights are going off." With that, Heather cut the lights off. Kim , resigned to actually sleeping, didn't even bother taking off the long sleeve shirt and pajama pants she had been wearing. Instead, the girl crawled into bed next to her nearly nude friend. She pulled up the blanket over her chest, and began trying to turn her brain off.

Forty five, minutes later, Kim found that she couldn't sleep. She was tired, but the incessant sweating wouln't let her sleep. Heather was right; Mrs. Kuster kept the place hotter than a kitchen. How anyone could sleep in these conditions was beyond the 11 year old. She began wondering if she needed to take her night clothes off, like Heather had. Kim comitted to getting naked. After all, if Heather hadn't minded, why should she? Heather had done this lots more times; obviously this was expected at the home. Kim had just finished getting the buttons on her blouse undone when Heather whipped over and slammed on the lights.

"Can't sleep?"

Kim began mumbling, realising her breasts were exposed to her host. "Yeah.. Uh, I mean no, I couldn't. Sleep. I couldn't sleep."

Heather took in the sight of Kim's exposed breasts. Kim was the pinnacle of preteen beauty. Lightly curled, bright blonde hair cascaded over the pillow where the younger girl laid. Her breasts were slightly developed, but not yet enough to beg for a bra.  
The nipples capping the young mounds were almost the same color of the skin of the very tiny frame. The nipples rose over small areola the size of nickles, and were themselves the size of erasers.  Heather had waited nearly an hour, fighting off sleep, to trap Kim in suce a prone postition. The cunning young girl knew that Kim would be far more popular with a biody like that, had more people seen it. Hell, Kim would be more popular if she just opened up a little and talked to people. Heather was determined to have her way with the younger Kim. Now, with Kim on her back, breats exposed, and the older girl bracing herself over the younger, shyer guest, Heather continued on with her plan.

"So what do you wanna do?" Heather begged.

"I dunno."

"Well, let's talk about something... like.... Tickling!!!." With that, Heather began tickling the very prone youngster.

"OH MY GOD, STOP!!! I'M VERY TICKLISH!!!." The words fell on deaf ears.

Thirty seconds later, Heather ceased the assault. Again, Heather had one hand on either side of Kim, effectively trapping the now giggling girl.

"Well... let's talk about... kissing."

Kim confessed her novice staus to her friend. "I've never kissed anyone before."

"Sure you did dummy, you kissed me." Heather grinned.

"I mean other than you."

"No way! You're such a good kisser. I bet that if you did, even that stuck-up brat Billy Johnson would want to be your kissing cousin."

"Kissing cousin?"

"It's what I call friends who want to kiss. Hey, I've got an idea! Let's practice!"

"Practice what?"

"Kissing, silly!!!" Heather stopped the physical trap, and sat back on the bed Indian style.

Kim mathced her friend's position. Now, the inexperienced youngster began to feel more comfortable with the state of undress between the girls. Kim felt a little hazy, probably a mix of alcohol and fatigue, she surmised. Again a pause in conversation.

"We do it at sleep overs all the time. Whay, you think you just KNOW how to kiss? I've had lots of practice, that why I'm good" heather beamed. "C'mon, don't be a baby, everybody does it." The words were less that reassuring.

"Ok..." the word was more interrogative than affirmative.

"Well, then, here's what we do. I'll be the boy, and you just wait for me to kiss you." Kim followed the instruction, closing her deep blue eyes in anticipaation. Anticipation of what, she did not know. Kim thought that she should perhaps stop Heather right now, but there was the twinge of curiousity left in her mind. Kim didn't know WHAT people did over at sleep overs, maybe girls really did kiss. The conclusion in the middle shooler's mind was to trust her older, more worldly friend.

The thoughts ceased when Heather's lips met Kim's own. This time, Kim laid back to recieve the onslaught. Heather followed by laying on top of her younger friend. The two girls' breasts met shortly after the girls' lips had, and Heather loved every second of it. Things were going very well. Kim again matched Heather's tounge motions, forcing her smaller tounge past the rival's own. Heather began palling her next spets. Kim devoured every second of the near mystical kiss. The way Heather's breath felt entering Kim's lungs, the feeling of soft skin and sharp nipples rubbing against each other, the hair falling, concealing both girls' faces. Yes, Kim liked this. She liked this very much. The two girls continued their passionate embrace, all the while Heather sliding her right arm behind the more timid girl, effectively controlling the pace. Kim didn't resist; she was too busy discovering new feelings and emotions. Heather broke the embrace to chat more.

"See? I told you that you were a good kisser."

"Well, I have a good teacher" Kim beamed. Heather smiled back.

"You have a lovely body."

"Uh, so do you..." Kim barely found a response.

The girls in truth were very similar. They both had similar undeveloped frames, but Kim's hair was light blonde and her eyes were deep blue. Heather was a reddish-blonde with green, piercing eyes. The girls maybe weighed seventy five pounds each.

Heather responded. "Thanks. I'm glad you like it. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."

Kim had to shoot back at that. "How many have you seen?"

Heather, ever stoic, winked and answered. "Maybe one day I'll tell you."

"I guess I'll ask you in truth or dare."

Heather's roaming hands caught Kim's attention. Heather returned to her earlier plan.

"Has anyone ever seen you naked?" 

Kim immidiately knew that answer "Oh, never. unless you count my parents. When I was a baby."

Heather leapt at the chance. "Can I see you naked?"

"What?"

"C'mon, Kim, let me be the first to see you naked. Please?"

Kim felt peer pressure dragging her whole body down. WHo was she to resist? After all, Heather had said that they were best friends. Maybe Heather felt really close to her, Kim surmmised. Kim considered Kamika the best friend, but now Kim had shared a kiss with Heather. Besides, both girls had now seen each other's breats. What difference does the rest make?

"Ok" Kim relented "but after this I want to go to bed. I'm getting tired." Kim's strict upbringing finished off the sentence.

"Deal."

With that Heather leapt up off the bed and spulled Kim along. The girls were now standing in their panties in the middle of the pink emblassoned room. Heather let go, and waited patiently for the blonder girl's fulfilment of promise. Kim began peeling of the conservative panties she had been wearing, and in one swift motion up stood as naked as the day she was born.

Heather immediately took stock of her young friend. Kim had not yet developed any hair on her young mons, but that only pleased Heather more. Kim's undeveloped pussy was very smal and taut, not yet ready for the role of motherhood. Heather broke a smile when Kim turned completely around to expose her young ass. it too was perfect, not a single blemish, strech mark, or mole destroyed the sanctity of the pale white skin. Kim completed her rotation, and looked inquisitively at the other girl.

"Wow. Lovely. You've got a perfect body."

"Thanks" responded Kim, absorbing all the compliments hurled. Kim was a perfectionist, and loved to hear compliments. She now felt proud of her young, preeteen body in a way that her parents could never inspire. "Well, can I see the same?" Kim cautiously asked.

Heather wasted no time at the opportunity. Heather's panties were off and across the room in a blink, and Kim gazed at the freckled body. There was a smmall tuft of reddish hair between the legs of the older girl! Heather felt Kim's stare.

"Yeah, I'm hitting puberty."

"Puberty?" Kim's naivety truly shone through.

"Yeah, when your breasts get bigger, and you start getting hair on your cunny"

Kim decided not to look too uninformed, and she figured cunny refered to the spot between Heather's legs. 

Heather elaborated. "Actually I'm twelve, when we moved here I missed too m any days of school, so the held me back a grade." Heather then copied Kim's rotation from earlier, allowing the curious yoiungster a look at her rosy ass.

"Well, that's me!"

"Wow. You're cute." Kim actually meant those words, too.

"So I've heard." Heather winked. She had gotten farther than she had dreamed. "Now, you wanted to get to bed I remember?"

Kim snapped back to attention and conceded. "Yeah, I'm tired."

Heather then ran and jumped on the bed, fully naked. Kim followed, and her own nudity did not phase her this time. The older girl turned off the lights and laid next to Kim. Both girls laid on their sides, and Heather, being in the back against the wall, decided she would want some warmth at night after all. Kim felt Heather's arm reach around, and pull the lighter girl's body next to the other's. Kim felt her ass falling into Heather's folded form, and the older girl's breasts pressed against her back. Kim felt this was a sign of comfort and close friendship, and allowed the position. The girls quickly fell asleep.




Saturday Morning

Kim woke up naked and alone the next morning. She felt slightly light headed from the copious amounts of vodka from earlier.
Most alarming though was the lack of Heather. Where had she gone? Kim looked for her pjs, only to not find them anywhere in the room! Oh no! Kim panicked, and began to wonder what had happened to the clothes.

Fortunately, Heather entered at that moment. Heather had clothes; short jeans and a white t-shirt made Kim feel all the more naked.
Kim stood in the middle of the room and aksed her friend. "Where are my clothes?"

"Oh, sorry, our housekeeper was here earlier. She probably picked them up. Don't worry about it, we will go downstairs and grab some out of your bag."

"But I'm naked!!!"

"So?"

Kim stared. "Oh, ok, I'll go get your stuff. Just hang on a second" Heather offered. THe older girl left the room and Kim heard footsteps stamping downstairs. Kim was left alone with her thoughts. This was starting to get annoying. It wasn't the housekeeper's fault though, she was just being efficient. Kim then felt glad that the housekeeper hadn't seen the preteen naked; that would be hard to explain. Well, now she had the whole day to do stuff, maybe she should ask Heather to show the way to the kitchen for cereal. The dorr creaked open, and Kim turned to greet her friend. The blonde's heart filled her throat. It was Mrs. Kuster, Heather's mom.

"Oh my god!!! What are you doing young lady?" Marge Kuster threw the words at the now trembling girl.

"I'm sorry. I... I didn't..." Kim struggled, but couldn't find words.

"What were you trying to do, or doing, with my daughter, you little tramp?!?"

Kim began to cry, not able to even consider finding something to cover up with.

Marge walked over and grabbed the middle school student on each arm. "Look at me!" Kim did, through tear-laden eyes. "Were you trying to have sex with my daughter?"

"NO!!!!" Kim yelped.

The tone of Marge's voice changed. "well, that's too bad, you are very sexy. I didn't think I would get a chance to see you like this, though."

Kim snifled, and tried to understand waht was now hapenning.

"I guess you haven't hit pubery yet, have you child?"

"No ma'am, uh, I mean, I don't think so."

"obviously not, your breasts are too flat, and you're missing the tell-tale hair." Marge began examining her captee. Kim remained silence.

"Turn around and let me see your ass." Before Kim had time to contemplate the command, Heather returned, Kim's backbag in hand.

"Look what I found, Heather." Heather began to talk, but her mom cut her off. "Sit down on the bed." Heather followed her mom's order, not taking her stare off her young, naked, prone friend.

Marge returned her attention to the naked blone girl standing before her. "I believe you were going to show me your ass, young lady." Marge released the still shaking girl, and Kim turned around. "Put your hands on your ankles" Marge demanded. Kim didn't know what to do, but upon seeing the girl's hesitation, Marge grabbed the blonde's shoulders and began forcing the youngster over. Kim complied and grabbed her own ankles. Kim felt very prone and violated, but trapped at the same time. Marge moved her hands to the girl's asscheeks and grabbed. Kim was still shaking. "I want you to settle down and trust me. If I had wanted to hurt you, I would have already, right?"

"Yes ma'am"

Marge waited  for the youngster to cease her shaking. After a minute, the shaking subsided. Marge continued her verbal guidance.

"Wow, very taut, you must excercize. Are you in gymnastics?"

"Y.. y.. yes ma'am."

"Very good. Now Kim, you do know if I need to telll your mom what you tried to do with my daughter, I will, right? You don't want me to do that, right?"

"No ma'am."

"Then I suggest you listen to me and do everything I say. I also don't want you to tell you family, or anybody, things that you shold keep a secret. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That's a good girl. If someone asks, what did you do over here?"

Kim glanced over and caugfght her young friend's stare. "Hang out with Heather and our friends?" Kim offered.

"Perfect. You're both beautiful and intelligent, Kim." That having been said, Marge returned to the examination by spreading the young girl's asscheecks. Kim's anal ring stared back at the assaulting mother. Kim tried to pulll away, just to feel Marge's grip turn harder. "Not so fast, young lady. You need to get used to this." Marge paused to look at the girl's exposition. Kim was obviously a virgin, at least anally, and if there was anything Marge loved, it was taking a virgin's cherry. Marge smirked; the girl likely had both her cherries intact, and Kim was offering very little resistance. The schoolgirl lived in the same neighboorhood as the Kusters, making Marge hungrier with anticipation of all the adventures Kim was in store for. The mom returned to speaking with the exposed girl.

"Are you a virgin, Miss Kruszynski?"

Kim struggled to get the words out. "Yes, ma'am."

The older woman beamed. "Outstanding." Marge inhaled deeply, with her face near the young girl's exposed underside. Nothing. Nothing but the clean scent of innocence, before the odors of puberty set in. Marge grew wet with anticipation, but she was having too much fun with the girl. Marge wasn't only doing this for herself, she was putting on a show for her d.aughter as well. Marge released Kim's ass, pulled the girl up, and turned the youngster around to face her.

"Now Kimmy, I want you to sit on the desk." Kim shuddered; her parents called her Kimmy all the time. It made the girl feel like a toddler, but no complaints were offered by the girl. Kim instead obeyed the older woman's commands, somewhat reassured by the woman's gentle voice throught the experience.

Marge pulled the computer chair up and sat in it. "Now spead your legs Kim." Kim complied. Marge looked at the small slit that represented the girl's sex. Marge expected more resistance, but was pleased to find herself already looking at the youngster's cunt. Kim's inner cunt lips were barely visible; if it weren't for the spread legged psoition, they wouldn't be. Not a single hair to be found, either. Kim's 's slit was the model of pre-pubescent beauty. Marge boldly placed her thumbs on either side of the girl's pussy, and gently spread those untouched lips. Kim didn't protest, and Marge appreciated the extrodinary luck of finding such a quiet girl. Marge again sniffed the girl's nether region, and noticed no musky scent representing the onset of womanhood. Marge had only one more question before declaring this girl a perfect catch.

"Have you ever masturbated, Kimmy?"

"Huh?"

"Masturbated, you know, played with yourself?"

"Oh, no ma'am" Kim shot back proudly.

Marge smiled so widely that a laugh followed. The girl was so docile, so beatiful, and so unspoiled. Marge knew one of these qualities would change by the experienced woman.

"Well, I want you to know something. You're now my property. I'll treat you like a goddess, lavish yourself with gifts, but you will obey my every command. When you go home to your parents, you will be a normal 11 year old girl. When you're with me, however, you'll be my little slut pet. Is this perfectly clear?"

Kim meekly nodded.

Marge grabbed Kim's wrist, led the young girl off the desk, and led her out of the room. On the way out, she turned to her daugher. "Well, let's get our guest cleaned up." Heather leapt up, smiled at Kim, and followed the others out of the bedroom.


The Taking


Marge led Kim into through the master bathroom. The bathroom had a door direct to the hallwy, and soon enough Kim discovered why: the bathroom was as big as Kim's bedroom at home! There was a huge bathtub, a shower, a strangely shaped toilet, two beautiful marble sinks, and an island in the middle of the room. All the fixtures shone in the sunlight that found its way through the window. Kim was led to the island and bent over. Kim put her elbows down on the surface, and look across to the mirror to watch what Marge had in store. Marge first washed her hands, then wet a towel and gently wiped Kim's bottom, then reached into a drawer to grab what looked to Kim like a tube of toothpaste. Marge returned to the rear of Kim, and heather watched from near the door.

"Now, Kimmy sweetie, this might hurt a little bit, but it's not going to harm you. In fact, I hope you'll learn to relish the feelings that I'm about to allow you." Marge spread Kim's asscheecks again, and Kim saw MArge squeeze a clear fluid out of the tube, folowed by a very cold sensation in the middle of her butt. Kim shuddered. Marge put a single finger on Kim's puckered sphincter.

Kim nearly screamed as in one swift motion Marge embedded a single finger in the young girls anus. Kim saw a smile break acroos Marge's face, and tried to find something else to think about that the burning, streching sensations eminating from her violated asshole. Her pedagouge abliged.

"Does it hurt, sweetie?"

"Yes, it does, ma'am."

"Well, you'll get used to it. I just took your anal cherry, and you performed very well for such a virginal young girl. I have lots in store today for your little rosebud. I will eventually take your virginity as well, but for now that will remain intact. After I'm done today, we will go to the mall and get you some new clothes. Would you like me to buy you some new clothes, or would you rather have something else, like a video game?"

Kim pondered the offer. Some new clothes would be nice, but a video game would be more fun. Perhaps Mrs. Kuster would allow her to get some new shoes, or even some ice cream. As Kim's mind wandered, the pain in her ass subsided. Marge's paln was working, unbeknownst to the young girl. "Yeah, shopping would be fun, ma'am." Marge began rolling her finger around inside Kim's ass, preparing it for further violation.

"Now, Sweetie, I want you to get up on the surface here. Kim crawled on top of the island, all the while marge kept a finger in the youngster's ass. Heather placed a pillow under Kim's head. Kim, lying on her stomach, rest her head on the pillow and watched the continuing events in the mirror. Heather went into another drawer, and grabbed a device that consisted of several tubes, a squeese bulb, a missle shaped metal object, and a hot water bag. The young Kuster then grabed a coatrack looking pole, and placed it near Kim's bottom. The bag was filled with hot water, and then a bit of soap. The girl hung the bag from the rack, and handed her mother the rest. Heather then turned to Kim. "This feels really good. I like them a lot!"

Kim wondered what "this" was, but before she had a second of time, she felt Marge's finger leave her bum. The finger was then replaced with a very cold pressing sensation at her butt. The pressing continued, and something cold and metal entered Kim's bowels. Kim had no choice but to scream.

"Waaaaaugh!!!!" shrieked the confused girl. The sensation continued as Kim felt her anal ring being distended. Finally, something gave, and her asshole shrunk slightly. Her butt felt filled. "Are you ready?" asked Marge. Before the immolated girl could respond, Marge began the enema.

Kim felt her ass fill with a warm liquid. Kim almost leapt up, but Marge grabbed the struggling girl's ankles, while Heather grabbed the thrashing girls head. "Settle down" ordered the blonde accomplice. Kim waited, and slowly her bowels were filled with the soapy liquid. Kim felt her lower body fill,  and intense pressure filled her butt. "I have to.... uh.... poop."

At that moment, Marge removed the nozzle from Kim's ass. Kim was allowed up. The young girl looked pregnant, her bowels were so full of the water and soap mixture. Marge led her victim over to the toilet while Kim conciously fought the liquid from leaving the way it came in. Kim finaaly reached her destination, and meekly glanced around at the two who were about to witness the defacation. Kim didn't care if the Pope himself were watching, she had to dump.

Kim anus spread as the mixture of feces, water, and soap found its way into the bowl. The evacuation was accompanied by the most repulsive sound Kim had ever heard, but the preteen didn't care. She was jsut glad to have made it over to the commode. The feeling in her bowels changed, and Kim was relieved. Marge and Heather were pleased; their new fucktoy had taken well to their instruction.
The three females, for their own seperate reasons, smiled. Marge broke the silence. "Well, we're going to have to do that again, to make sure you're clean." Kim knew what was expected of her; she wiped her ass, flushed the toilet, and returned to laying on the island in the center of the restroom.

As Marge repeated the insertion, Kim noticed that this time it didn't hurt nearly as bad. In fact, Kim enjoyed having the soapy water fill her bowels. It felt warm and comforting. Kim wiggled her hips to feel the water inside herselfs slosh slightly, and Marge couldn't have been more pleased. When the youngster finished and the nozzle removed, Kim walked to the toilet without a word, and relieved herself again. This time Marge pulled Kim up to check the contents of the toilet. "One more time" Marge commented.

For a third time, Kim lay on the surface to recieve the enema. This time Kim felt so comfortable, she began a conversation with her friend. "You mom said we'd go shopping today"; Kim spoke as her ass filled with the solution. Heather chatted with the prone girl. "That'll be fun. My mom's cool like that. She'll get you lots of great stuff, just ask her."

Kim allowed the enema to finish, and again defecated into the porcelean fixture. Marge moved over, and again wiped Kim's ass with a moist towel. Marge moved on. "Now, we take a shower."

Heather and Marge undressed, joining Kim in nudity. Kim noticed the mother and daughter were dressed alike: white t-shitrts and jeans. Marge pulled her t-shirt off, and then her bra, revealing the D sized breasts to Kim for the first time. Kim stared at the huge mammaries; Marge's breats were freckeld and huge! Huge areolas capped each gargantuan tit, in turn capped by dime sized nipples. That wasn't all: each nipple had a barbell piercing through it. Marge continued the undressing, and as the older woman's panties were removed, Kim found that Mrs. Kuster had no pubic hair! In fact, where the mother's slit started, there was a ring! Marge noticed the examination. "You approve?" Kim stood gape jawwed. Marge climbed into the shower and turned on the water. Kim Didn't make a move, not expecting the three to take a shower toghether. Kim then felt Heather pushing her from behing ino the shower. Heather followed and closed the shower's sliding door.

The three women stood in the shower. Kim felt out of place, but that feeling was nothing new these last two days. Marge soaped up her hands and immediately ran them over Heather's moistened body. Kim wathced as Marge washed her daughter's nude form. Marge then loaded her palm with shampoo and cleaned Heather's hair. Finished, Marge took the soap to Kim. Kim backed away at first, then resigned herself to the gesture. Marge's hands focused on Kim's undeveloped tits as Heather watched on. Marge continued onto Kim's cunt and ass, gently soaping up the nubile preteen's form. Marge knelt to clean Kim's feet, and thourholy cleand between every one of the girl's toes.  Lastly, Kim's hair got the same treatment Heather's had. Finished, Marge moved Kim under the showerhead to rinse off. Heather moved to give her mom more space, and lost her footing. The younger Kuster's feet gave out as Heather comically landed flat on her back. Heather's friend and mother broke out in uproarious laughter at the girl's misforture. Kim offered a hand to her falen friend, and once on her feet, Heather joined the others in giggling. Kim looked around, and felt more comfortable than any other moment since the whole ordeal started. The Kusters were nice people after all, and Kim felt at ease with them. The visitor recalled the mother's earlier promise of staying unharmed, and truly believed the covenant.

The mother once again broke the silence. "Ok, now it's my turn to get washed." Kim looked at Heather, who handed the guest the bar of soap. Kim was expected to wash the matriarch of the Kuster clan. Kim swallowed hard, grabbed the soap and approached Marge. Marge grabbed Kim's hand and guided the hand and soap to her mature, yet attractive body. Kim began running the soap over Heather's mom's large, soft breasts. Marge shortly forced Kim's hands down near her shaved twat; Kim quickly took the hint. Kim soaped between the mature woman's legs, all the while feeling a fully developed pussy for the fisrt time. It was suprisingly soft, ang the inner lips protruded somewhat, baffling the young girl. Kim moved on to Mrs. Kuster's legs, and Marge facilitated furthe rcleaning by turning around. Kim returned upwards, gently sliding the bar of soap between Mrs. Kuster's asschecks. Kim finished by scrubing Marge's back. Marge was too tall for Kim to wash the older woman's hair, so Marge took care of that herself. After a final rinse, the shower was cut off, and the three women stepped out and toweled themselves off. "Let's get some breakfast" Marge offered. The three left the bathroom; Kim didn't even bother to ask about putting on clothing. She knew that Marge controlled her state of undress, and Marge didn't put clothes on herself. Marge led the girls to the living room, and sat Kim down on her lap.

"Kim, I want to talk to you about your relationship with us now. You're my propery now, and I control everything you can and can not do. I treat my property well, and you will benefit from the relationship." Kim looked at Marge's serious demeanor, and realised that the woman spoke the truth: Kim belonged to Marge Kuster now. "I will force you to do many things you do not like, simply for my own amusement. I will convert you from a product of your parents' tutelage to a product of my own. You are a vessel for pleasure, and you can either embrace your role or hate it. You'll be much happier if you embrace it. Besides, it's not that you have any choice; I just would rather you enjoy the changes you will go through. If you choose to defy me, I will punish you. You will change, that is certain. That process may take time, but the rewards are great. Do you understand your new role as a tool for my pleasure? " Kim nodded feebly. Magre smiled; the child would be a fun slave to have around. Marge actually liked the young girl, but Marge liked all young girls. Kim was just one who Marge looked to be able to use as she desired, and that exited the 27 year old. Marge's tone changed instantly. "Well, let's have some breakfast, shall we?" Marge brought both her new slave and her daughter to the kitchen to treat them to food. Several minutes and eggs later, the three were eating ham and cheese omlettes at the bar, each woman as naked as the day she was born. 

After breakfast, Marge got the girls back into the living room. "Kim, I'm going to go grab your first present, then we will all go shopping. You just have to wear this when I tell you to, ok sweetie?" Kim nodded her agreement, and Marge went upstairs. A minute later, she returned with a small box. Kim took the box and opened it. Inside lay a small metal object looking to Kim like a radish, yet instead of foliage there was a blue stone inlaid in the metal.

"What's this?"

"It's your butt plug."

This is what she was supposed to wear? Kim almost said something, but again she resigned herself to her fate. Marge instructed the girl.

"Grab you ankles, Kimmy, this will look great in you." Kim turned around and did as instructed. Kim felt the return of the cold lubrication that facilitated anal intrusion, and breathed hard in anticipation of the plug. Marg eforced the device in, and Kim reinged in a yelp. "Ok, it's in. Stand up now, sweetie." Kim did as told and felt the plug with her hand. It seperated the young girl's asschecks slightly, and aside from the unfamiliar feeling on having something sticking out of her ass, didn't hurt. It felt like she had to take a trip to the bathroom again, though. Heather pulled her friend towards a full length mirror. 

"Here" the youngster said, "check it out. It really looks good in you, Kim."

Kim looked in  the mirror at the foreign object embedded between her asschecks. The color of the stone matched her eyes. A tiny island of blue stuck out in the sea of peach. It was pretty, Kim thought. It looked expensive too. 

"It's a julian Snelling. He's a French artist who designs speciallty anal plugs" Marge offered.

Without thinking, Kim spoke. "Thanks for the gift, Mrs. Kuster." Kim caught herself too late.

"Oh, it's no problem for a beautiful specimen of femininity such as yourself. But please, call me Marge."

"Yes, ma'am, I mean, Marge."

"To the mall then, girls?" Marge looked at the two lovely young girls in her living room. "We've got shopping to do, and for that, at least, you need clothes."

Heather looked at her friend. "I've got some clothes you can borrow, let's get ready."

"Don't forget to brush your teeth before you girls go. And Heather, here's a box for Kim's anal plug. I don't think she's quite used to wearing it outside yet."

"Ok, we'll be done in a second" the younger Kuster replied, and Kim followed Heather upstairs to the girl's bedroom. Marge smiled and made her way to her own.

In Heather's room , the naked girls chatted while Heather rummaged through a drawer for clothes. "I'm glad my mom liked you, Kim. You're the first of my friends I have brought into the group, and my mom seemed to take to you right away. I mean, she even let you shower with her." Kim was pondering what was being said when a red shirt came flying at the younger girl's face. "Here you go," Heather continued, "a shirt." Kim held the tiny shirt up to examine it more closely. It was a simple red monochrome red baby doll with the word "Flirt" on it. Heather interupted "it's mine from a couple of years ago, but I think it'll fit you". Kim wondered who made such articles of clothing when the flury of garments continued when Kim caught a pair of jeans and a panty. The jeans were nondescript, but the panty was the tiniest thing Kim had ever seen in her eleven years on the planet. The panty was red, like the baby doll. Heather spoke again. "It's a thong." Kim had never seen such a revealing piece of clothing, much less worn one. "Turn around, Kim, and let me get the thing out of your butt." Kim turned around as instructed, and Heather forced Kim over slightly to facilitate removing the plug. When the plug was free of Kim's ass, Kim felt as if she had just taken a huge dump. "Heh, your asshole is so cute opened up like that" Heather remarked. "We'll have more fun with that later, ok Kimmy? Let me go wash this ass gunk off your toy and I'll be right back."

Upon Heather's return, she was pleased to see Kim had already dressed in the clothes. 

"The shirt is too short. And the panty hurts my bottom." Kim's meek words both thrilled and aroused Heather. She looked at the now dressed girl. The shirt was too short, baring Kim's flat tummy. The girl's navel poked out from the middle of the exposed midsection. The panty did probably hurt, since Kim had her asshole ravaged all day. "Turn around" Heather instructed. Kim's bright red thong showed ever so slightly over the top of the jean. Kim was a pedophile's wet dream come true, and Hetaher loved every moment of it. Kim Kruzynski was turning into the property of Marge Kuster, and by proxy, Heather as well. Heather knew that Marge would be pleased with how she managed to get Kim all done up like this. "Alright Kim, go brush your teeth and I'll get ready." Heather picked out a loose fitting blouse that was just sheer enough to hint at the young girl's features, and a pair of jeans, matching her friend's. Heather didn't bother with panties; they just got in the way of most of the youngster's activities. Heather, satisfied, walked to the bathroom to get the remainder of things done before the household went out to shop.

Shopping

By midafternoon, the trio had finished the rounds they had planned at the lokal mall. Kim was suprised to see how much Marge was willing to spend on her new slave. In fact, at Oshman's Sports, Marge bought Kim a snowboard and gear just because the girl mentioned that she had never been snowboarding before! Kim also got several new wardrobes, mostly sexier stuff than she was accustomed to wearing. Kim couldn't believe how many people were hitting on her at the mall! Kim felt at the same time put on display and protected by Marge.Even though she was dressed like a tramp, Marge would step in whenever someone said anything to the little girl. Having finished at the mall, the girls were off again. Kim assumed the car was headed home, but Marge had different ideas.

"Ok, now's it time to stop at our favorite store, Heather" Marge commented.

"Oh, cool mom, I always love going to Aunt Peggy's".

Aunt Peggy's? Kim didn't know the Kusters had someone who owned a business in the family. Well, Kim was along for the ride, regardless of ewhere said ride was going, so Kim huhed up and wathced events transpire. Marge drove from the suburban areas of the city straight into the heart of downtown. Marge then pulled nto a small alleyway, and into a gated parking area. The Kusters got out of the Mercedes, and Kim followed. The three walked to the service entrance of a building . Apparently, it was the only service area in the parkig spot. Marge opened her purse and got a cell phone out, and dialed a number.

"Hey Peggy, this is Marge... Yeah,I'm outside like I said.... Yeah, I have a new toy here, too. Ok, see you in a second." Moments later, the door opened and a woman appeared. She looked a lot like Marge, but a bit older. Peggys breats were very large, and the cleavage was very evident since all the woman wore was a bra and panties. Marge moved toward the woman. "Peggy!" she exclaimed. The two sisters embraced, then shared a kiss the like of which made Kim blush.

Peggy then moved to the younger Kuster. "How's my favorite niece doing?" the woman asked. "Great, auntie Peggy" was the reply, and Peggy hugged, then french kissed her niece. Kim was shocked for the umpteenth time that day,a nd Peggy then motioned the girls into the building. Inside, Kim saw the most peculiar kind of store. The entire placed was decked out in neon, and there were picture of naked people all around. Before Kim had a chance to take in the view, she was led downstairs into a locked basement area. The basement looked like a miniscule version of the shop. there was a small lounge area flanked by several racks of sextoys and clothing. The women then sat down on pair of large couches; the Kusters on one, and Kim and Peggy on the other. Marge and her sister then began discussing Kim as if the young girl wasn't even there.

"so this is your new fucktoy?"

"Yeah, she's positively angelic."

"You tell me her name is Kim?"

"That's it."

"And she's cherry?"

"Well, at least vaginally. I've been experimenting with her ass since she got here yesterday."

"Oh, so she's that new?"

"Oh yes, and that's why we came here, sis."

"Yeah, no that many places carry erotic clothing for preteens. I think it must be illegal or something!" The two women shared a chuckle in the joke. Peggy continued "so, you're going to break her yourself?"

"Yes, and so I'll need a new strap on dildo that she can call her first, and if you wouldn't mind helping me with Kimmy's first time..."

"The idea is making me positively wet, sis" Peggy purred. "Let's get your new toy some clothes."

The women left Kim behind and rummaged through the racks. After several minutes, Kim was asked to try on a multitude of clothing and show them off to the women. Most of the stuff brought to Kim were tight fitting pants, but there were t-shirts with cute little slogans on them, like the blue baby doll with the word "slut" on it. This was her fate, after all. To be Marge Kuster's slut. Kim sighed and tried on the baby doll. It was a midriff again, and Marge smiled at the exposed bit of flesh on the 11 year old. The only other item of note were the crotchless panties, which caused some confusion in Kim. What would she need crothless panties for? Marge was determined to show the girl later.

The shopping was finished, and the five females all piled into the E class Mercedes sitting out back. On the ride back to the Kuster home, Kim was subjected to foldling from Peg, who sat in the rear with the youngster. Peggy taunted Kim with updates at to what was going to happen; "You're going to lose your cherry today, young Kimmy, and we're all going to watch. Later, I'm going to eat your pussy,a nd play with your ass. Would you like that, you little slut?" Kim didn't like the domineering way Peg talked, and was relieved when Mrs. Kuster admonished the assailant.

"Peggy, sweetie, don't scare the child."

Peggy eyed Kim lustily during the entire remainer of the trip, but kept her hands off the youngster. She knew, after all, that Kim would be subjected to her advances later. Eventually, the car reached its destination, and the women got out. Heather and Marge took up the rear, carrying all the bags collected throughout the day, and Marge led the young slave into the house. 




Losing the cherry


In the main room of the basement of the Kuster's house the was a leather couch. The three women who were going to watch the deflowering were all naked. Kim was naked as well. Peggy Madison stood behind the couch with a tripod and video camera. Heather waited in front of the couch, watching intently what was about to transpire. Marge Kuster was sitting naked on the couch, a strap on dildo mounted between her legs. And Kim Krusynski stood in front of her, naked, looking at the fake latex dick that would take her virginity. A knot formed in the young girl's stomach, but she could no tknow the implications of the event that was to take place. Marge was happy to oblige the details though.

"Now, Kimmy, I'm going to get rid of that pesky cherry of yours with this plastic dick. It's going to hurt the first time, but you'll learn to like it. While in my servitude, you will be fucked a lot. In time, I hope to breed you to  a stud of my choosing, and you can be my own personal harem mother. I'll teach you a lot about sex, and you will become a cum-craving whore. But first, I'm going to give you your first real fucking here. Do you understand, slave?" Kim nodded weakly, not understanding half of what Marge said. "First I've got to get this cock lubed up. Peggy?"

Peg walked over to her sister and stradled the artificially hung woman. Kim watched as Peggy plunged her aged, hairy pussy onto the cock, riding it up and down several times. The woman then dismounted, and the plastic tool was now gleaming with the woman's lubrication. Satisfied with her work, Peggy walked back around to the back of the couch, blowing the frightened Kim a kiss, then remanned the camera. Next, it was Heather's turn. the youngest Kuster walked over to her mom and squatted down on the huge cock, much to Kim's suprise. Heather was fucking her mom in the opposite direction! Instead of making eye contact with Marge, Heather was looking at Kim! Kim wathced as the young girl forced her sex up and down the huge cock that was obscenely streching the girl. Heather started talking to her friend.

"My mommy fucks so well, Kimmy, I know you'll love taking her in your ass and cunt." Kim was shi=ocked that her friend knew such vulgar language! "I know I do. I want to see your pussy filled with a cock; real of fake, I don't care. You're my mommy's slave now, and I get to see you fuck and suck. I want to eat your hairless pussy and fuck you with a cock!" The young girl's words were scaring Kim and turning on Marge at the same time. Heather concentrated on churning the didldo in and out of her cunt Kim stared as Heather bchanged from a middle schooler to a whore. Kim knew this was in store for her, and watched as Heather smiled slyly as the tweo girls thought the same thing at the same time. "Oh yeah, mom, right there, like that,"Heather continued to coax her mother on. "Fuck me mommy, knock your baby girl up! Tear your girl up, make her cum!!!" Kim saw that Heather was enjoying the animalistic fucking, and wondered if she wouldn't enjoy it as well. In fact, as Kim listened and watched the carnal scene, Kim felt more at ease with her destiny. Heather began moaning, which made her mother fuck up harder at the girl. Heather blew a kiss at her friend and then tighteded up and closed her eyes. "Oh, mom, I'm gonna cum!!! oh fuck.. ME.... MommmmIIIIIEEEE!!!" Heather arched her back and screamed at the celing. What to Kim lasted a day had actually only lasted five minutes. Heather slowly peeled her body of the dripping wet cock, and walked the two feet to her virginal friend. Heather reached down and rubbed her dripping wet pussy, then brought her hand up and spread some of her secretions on Kim's upper lip. Kim breathed in suprise, and instanly got a lung full of Heather's pussy. It smelled like sweat and musk. Heather, pleased with her work, sat down in a nearby easy chair and began playing with her freshly fucked pussy. 

Finally Marge beconed; "Come here child and recieve your fucking." Kim meekly did as told; she knew she had no choice, and did not want to see the consequences of insubordination. Marge spread he rlegs and pulled th etrembling Kim to her. "Put both of your legs aside me and straddle me, princess." Kim follwed the order, and squated strangely over the woman and the latex that woud forever make the girl a woman. "Come here Heather, and help me take your friend." Heather stopped her masturbation, and walked over and grabbed the cock, and placed its head at the entrance to Kim's Lovebox. Kim's pussy lips spread slighty to allow the member penetration, but the moment wasn't quite there. Instead, the cockhead waited at the enterance of her babycanal, holding the slit open ever so slightly. Heather stepped around and put her hands on her friend's shoulders, as if Kim could escape in the position she was in. im looked down at her master, and mentally pleaded that the woman not hurt her.

"Are you filming this, Peggy?"

"Of course."

"Are you ready to see your innocent friend get fucked, Heather?"

"Oh god yes, mother" Heather replied.

"Then just say the word." Marge's words startled Kim. Heather would decide the moment Kim lost her virginity. Kim waited an eternity for the word..........

"Fuck her, mom."

At that moment, Marge grabbed Kim's thighs, and pulled the virgin onto the pink fake cock. "WwwuuuaaaaaggghhHHHH!!!!"Kim yelped as the latex toke her cherry and found its way into her cunt. The feeling was like there was something in her body that wasn't supposed to be there; Kim imagined a stabbing would feel similar. The muscles in her legs tried to pul the spread legs together, but Kim was in a prone position and couln't move her feet. Kim's breathing was sharp and eratic; the girl didn't like the feelings eminating from her pussy. Her pussy felt torn, and in fact it was. Marge sat back and watched Kim's pained expression with glee.

"You like being my new slut, impaled on my hard cock, Kimmy?" Kim wasn't even all the way on the cock; in fact, she was barely half way down the massive tool. The combination of the words and the pain caused ears to roll down the pained preteen's face. Kim was surronded by sex. Kim smelled Heather's pussy on her lip, and Marge's ripe cunt from her thighs. Marge decided to take this to the next level: Marge nodded to Heather, who forced Kim down onto the massive penis, entombing the 8" plastic in her young friend's cunt. Kim screamed again, and continued crying. Months later, she would speakof losing her virginity with pride, as if she didn't cry at all when her hymen was forcibly toen. Right now though, tears stremaed down little Kim's face. 

"Ahhhh, it hurts!!!"

Marge waited for a little while, and allowed the tears to stop. "Does it still hurt, Kim?"

"Not really."

"You did good, slave. YOu took a big cock in your small preteen cunt. 