Karen is a tall and tight-fitting girl from just outside of Kansas city in the United land of America. She has long red-dyed hair, Brown eyes, picket skin and wears boastfully clunky glasses. Karen is looking forward to her luxuriously schooltime prom to which she is going to with her long-time crunch, Darren. Little does she bonk the poise and respectable skin of Darren conceals a night and dangerous interior and has concocted wicked plans for his date.

Karenic finished applying her makeup. Her cherry-red lip rouge was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her spine over the tight, faint bluing clothes she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut sufficiency that you could get a serious view of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight bit before Darren was coming to nibble her up, she picked up her purse and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karen knelt to the story and reached under her untidy bed, she reached around until she grabbed a black shoebox, pulling it out and dusting off the cobwebs she opened it. She reached through the newspaper inside until she located a flatware packaged condom and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't plan to have to use it, but she felt she had to bring it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the hall and down the stairs. She straightened her dress in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on time there was a firm whack on the door. Karen, springing with hullabaloo, opened the threshold to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine causa and with his Brown University hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

"Thanks !"said Karenic shyly"You don't look so bad yourself"

Karen turned around and shut the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly rounded arse to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming face to face with Darren, pushing her shiny pilus out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his dark Ford feast. He led Karen around the car's poke bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her organic structure until it was resting firmly on her butt ) and then opened the passenger's door allowing her to sit down. He then walked back and climbed into the driver's seat.

As Darren started the engine and moved off down the street Karen began to erupt the awkward muteness,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest pocket of his sport coat and then exclaimed"Fuck's rice beer, I've forgotten it. I'll just accept to stop home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no headache"replied Karen smiling. They sat in abject silence as Darren sped across town to get back to his family. After ten minute, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to shift forward. As the car screeched to a stoppage, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown eyes"cum inside, just for five minutes. You can help me…look in my bedroom ”.

Without saying anything Karen got out of the car, taking a moment to shine out her dress, and followed Darren to the doorway to his house. He pushed it receptive and rushed inside then moving quickly to a room on the contiguous left wing, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming face to expression with Karen's beautiful fount. Karen stopped, their faces just inches apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karenic playfully whilst twirling her hair around one of her fingers.

"No, you're right. I don't give a fucking about the promenade, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the back of Karenic's read/write head and their lips met. Karenic reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two yr, for Darren to nibble up the courage and necessitate what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, unable to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the luminousness Amytal wearing apparel, Karen squealed at the rough intervention but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy hands onto each of Karenic's arse-cheeks and moved her towards the sofa at the edge of the room. Darren took his hands-off Karen's bum and pushed her roughly onto the sofa. Karenic landed spread eagled on the sofa, her ramification apart and arms splayed behind her pass."Darren, I've left my purse in your car. It has a safe in…just gim me a secondment ”.

Darren leaned over Karen as she lay vulnerable on the lounge and whispered into her ear,"I'll pull out ”. Before Karen could say anything, she was turned over onto her knees by her randy date. She could see his bloomers begin to bulge as soon as she was at his mercy, Karen knew this was going to happen, she may as well enjoy it. Darren pulled at Karen's dress. Through raw strength, Darren was able to plunder the dress from Karen's rear end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her thin panties. The rest of Karenic's apparel became loose. She dared not move, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karenic felt a rough smack on her naked arse and then two approximative hands working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thigh. Karen was undetermined now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to take in action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fear from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his belted ammunition warp and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly walked across the waiting room floor, his rock-hard penis in his hand towards his char. Darren joined Karen on the couch, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inch nearly gracing her unguarded button with contact. Darren bring forward, have it off his dick was touching her snatch, her grabbed his young woman by the end of her long red hair, pulling her back harshly."I've been waiting for this. For years. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an tempestuous, exotic tone.

Karenic let out a subdued whimper in response. The two doors to the way were full spread out, the forepart room access to the house remained unlocked and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passers-by a acquit view of a little slut losing her virginity on the dark of her prom. Darren released her hair, causing her to lurch forward. Karen felt crying began to well up in her heart, but she fought back against the unstoppable lunar time period of the tears. She had to meet her duty to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse cheek with his redundant hand with his thumb brush against her clit- using his spare script to guide his penis into his prom engagement. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karen to wince whilst trembling with prediction. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the Virgin pussy. Soon his full tip had worked its way into Karen's cunt. With seven inches left for the blushing cocotte to savour, Darren lent forward ( inserting another in as he did so ), grabbing Karenic by the cervix. Pulling her headway backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so compressed ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll engage you to that stupid fuck prom just so all the guy wire who asked out some frigid bitch can fall back their virginity on prom night, I think that would be nice. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whimper in response, choked by crying. Darren started again"You think I asked you out because I like you, or I…value your personality ? No ! It's because I knew your too fucking weak and pillock to resist me, I knew my dick would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking wrong am I."

Karen began to cry as Darren took another inch of her virginity whilst his rough hands were still wrapped around her cervix. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat sensual feeler and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a cheap gasp, for the first time that night she felt an apothecaries' ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slide his nob back and Forth through the tight cunt, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the compress bulwark of Karen's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt shame. Her initial pang of pity and guilt trip had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of joy. She began to puff, then she began to press against the force of Darren slamming into her snatch. Darren was moaning too, the pie-eyed pussy of Karen was almost too much for this expert to cover, yet he held his assuredness and turn away cataclysm.

Darren was digging deep into Karen. Though she was a virgin, she had touched herself before, but she had never felt anything like this. Karen didn't want to like it, she had envisioned simply going to prom coming back to Darren's and maybe blowing him but never full sex, the condom had just been a precaution. But this was extreme. She was loving every sec, every jabbing brought her closer to climax, ever sentence he slapped her rear end made her groan. Karen was no farseeing herself ; she was no longer the destitute young woman from Broadley route, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's adulteress.

The audio of Darren's balls slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the menage, Karen didn't fear though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was orgasm. Karen moaned and squirmed she was on the boundary of something, something she didn't know what ! She was scared of what that sharpness was, she leaned back with Darren wrapping his muscly arm around her neck, her pap still concealed by the light blueness dress."Please"pleaded Karen in-between groan"decelerate down ”. Darren ignored these dissent and continued thrusting. Karenic couldn't dominance herself with one final moan and gasp she reached coming. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren rooster, the putz that had enslaved her mind and body. Her cunt flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the couch.

In her trance, Karen failed to comment that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the conniption of his youngest Song dynasty rutting with a fiddling slut in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karenic jumped off Darren's cock in fright shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karenic from behind as she tried to hide herself from the trespasser. He rammed his stopcock back into her cunt and pushed her face into the sofa so she could not verbalize a sound."Hi Dad. This is that whore from schooling I was telling you about.

"Oh right"replied Mr Benson"I watched her cum. You've completely melted her mind son."

"Thanks Dad ! I mean…you can join in like you used to with Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully reveal in this petty harlot"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karen face. Karen was frozen with fear, her slit had instantly dried out at the stack of this pervert creep watching her orgasm. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the same time. Mr Benson grabbed the little jade by the fount firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and forth at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

"So are you enjoying my son, little dear"he whispered.

"Please no, just…just let us be"protested Karen, through renewed tears.

"Oh no ! You come into my house. You wake me up with your demonic moaning. little girls like you need to be taught a lesson about self-respect ”, his eye lit up with inflammation as he pictured the lessons, he would instruct Karen."Oh no, I think you need to watch a lesson. One about not being a little slut…yes, that approximation excites you doesn't it my pricey ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no long strong yet sultry seeking to wreak his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a scratchy fucking with no care for the eudaemonia of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karenic's face against his stopcock which although still concealed by his smashed jeans was prominent against the easygoing, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and loosen his rap. His pant instantly fell down with his pants dropping almost on top of his son's. He walked over to the couch, kneeling on it at the other end to his son. Karen was encircled. He guided the daughter'mouth over to his long phallus. He tip forward until his stopcock was washed by the wet embrace of her Virgin throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen mouth was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karenic choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no More than two instant to trip up her breath and then put back around his dick, using her cherry red lips to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a faster pace of drilling her behind. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his young and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karen's mouth. His milky cum filling her Virgin mouth. Instinctively Karen swallowed the encumbrance. Mr Benson stood up and without a word of honor to his youngest son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The Virgo the Virgin kitty-cat grabbing at his cock, resisting every move with steadfast resolution. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fate as a composition of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a small total of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for impregnation. He let out a unity, long moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin puss with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the elbow room.

Karen was left alone. Crying, daring not to break the location that she had been placed into by her skipper. The cum began to trickle out of her cunt, running down her thigh. The light blue air wearing apparel that had hugged her now violated and deflowered consistency was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five minutes of isolation, Darren re-entered the way with a handful of cable tie beam. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a tabular array in the niche of the way. He roughly cable tied her hands to the board legs, Karen did not dare resist. She knew what was going to happen to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .