Karen is a marvelous and skinny girl from just outside of Kaw River metropolis in the United commonwealth of US. She has long red-dyed hair, brown eyes, picket skin and wears large gawky field glass. Karen is looking forward to her High schoolhouse prom to which she is going to with her long-time press, Darren. Little does she sleep together the assuredness and sizeable skin of Darren conceals a iniquity and dangerous inside and has concocted frightful plan for his date.

Karen finished applying her physical composition. Her cherry-red lip rouge was perfectly applied and her initiation well faded. Her voluptuous, red hair flowed down her book binding over the plastered, igniter blue attire she was wearing that ended at articulatio genus and was low cut enough that you could get a good view of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight mo before Darren was coming to peck 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 inkiness shoebox, pulling it out and dusting off the gossamer she opened it. She reached through the papers inside until she located a Ag packaged prophylactic and placed it into her pocketbook. Karen didn't plan to give birth to use it, but she felt she had to lend it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the antechamber and down the stairs. She straightened her apparel in the hall mirror and waited for her engagement to get in. Exactly on sentence there was a firm knock on the door. Karenic, springing with excitement, opened the threshold to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine cause and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

"Thanks !"said Karen 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 brass 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 blueness Ford feast. He led Karen around the car's bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her tush ) 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 locomotive engine and moved off down the street Karen began to break the sticky silence,"So…you got your just the ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest of drawers pocket of his sport jacket and then exclaimed"piece of ass's rice beer, I've forgotten it. I'll just own to intercept home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no concern"replied Karen smiling. They sat in abject muteness as Darren sped across town to get back to his home. After ten transactions, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to careen forward. As the car screeched to a halt, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her Brown middle"Come inside, just for five minutes. You can help me…look in my sleeping accommodation ”.

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

"No, you're good. I don't give a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his judgment of conviction. He grabbed the backbone of Karen's fountainhead and their lips met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two year, for Darren to pick up the courage and contract what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, ineffectual to do anything ; her instinct fully took over. Darren grabbed at her seat roughly through the unclouded blue garb, Karen squealed at the rough handling but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy helping hand onto each of Karen's arse-cheeks and moved her towards the sofa at the border of the room. Darren took his hands-off Karen's bum and pushed her roughly onto the couch. Karenic landed gap eagled on the sofa, her legs apart and implements of war splayed behind her head."Darren, I've left my pocketbook in your car. It has a safe in…just gim me a second ”.

Darren leaned over Karen as she lay vulnerable on the couch and whispered into her ear,"I'll wrench out ”. Before Karen could say anything, she was turned over onto her articulatio genus by her randy appointment. She could see his pant begin to protrude as soon as she was at his clemency, Karen knew this was going to happen, she may as well enjoy it. Darren pulled at Karenic's dress. Through raw strong suit, Darren was able to rifle the dress from Karenic's rear end end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her keister barely covered by her flimsy panties. The sleep of Karen's dress became loose. She dared not move, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a raspy smack on her au naturel arse and then two rough mitt working their way around her panty and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thigh. Karen was open now and completely at Darren's clemency. Karen remained in emplacement, urging Darren to hold action mechanism against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to hide her fright from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his smash buckle and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard phallus in his hand towards his woman. Darren joined Karenic on the lounge, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clitoris with contact. Darren lent forward, do it his dick was touching her twat, her grabbed his missy by the end of her long red tomentum, pulling her back harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an wild, alien tone.

Karenic let out a subjugate whimper in response. The two door to the room were all-inclusive open, the look door to the house remained unlock and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passers-by a clearly sentiment of a minuscule slut losing her virginity on the dark of her prom. Darren released her hairsbreadth, causing her to pitch forward. Karen felt rip began to well up in her oculus, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the tears. She had to execute her obligation to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse cheek with his spare handwriting with his quarter round brushing against her clit- using his dispense with hand to guide his penis into his prom engagement. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karen to wince whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the virgin pussy. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karenic's snatch. With seven inches left for the blushing bawd to savor, Darren lent forward ( inserting another in as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck opening. Pulling her headland backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so tight ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll use up you to that stupe fuck prom just so all the hombre who asked out some frosty bitch can lose their virginity on promenade night, I think that would be Nice. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whimper in response, choked by tears. 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 rickety and stupe to resist me, I knew my putz would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking ill-timed 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 dense, somewhat animal approach and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karenic. Karen let out a loud gasp, for the for the first time meter that night she felt an troy ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls abstruse ) began to slue his nob back and Forth River through the rigorous puss, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his stopcock rubbing harshly against the constricted bulwark of Karen's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt shame. Her initial pangs of pity and guilt had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of pleasure. She began to heave, then she began to push against the force of Darren slamming into her twat. Darren was moaning too, the tight cunt of Karen was almost too a lot for this expert to manage, yet he held his cool and averted disaster.

Darren was digging deep into Karen. Though she was a virgin, she had touched herself before, but she had never felt anything like this. Karenic 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 prophylactic had just been a precaution. But this was extremum. She was loving every secondly, every jabbing brought her closer to climax, ever time he slapped her rump made her moan. Karen was no longer herself ; she was no prospicient the sinless girl from Broadley Road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slut.

The audio of Darren's clod slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't care though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the contiguous goal which was sexual climax. Karen moaned and squirmed she was on the edge 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 cervix, her titty still concealed by the light drab garb."Please"pleaded Karenic in-between moans"slow down ”. Darren ignored these objection and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control herself with one final examination moan and pant she reached coming. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren rooster, the hammer that had enslaved her brain and torso. Her pussy flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the lounge.

In her spell, Karen failed to notice that a marvelous man was standing in the doorframe observing the scene of his young song rutting with a footling slovenly woman in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's hammer in fear shouting loudly"What the fucking ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to cover herself from the intruder. He rammed his putz back into her slit and pushed her brass into the couch so she could not let loose a strait."Hi Dad. This is that sporting lady from school I was telling you about.

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

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

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the lounge, sitting down near Karen face. Karenic was frozen with concern, her cunt had instantly dried out at the sight of this subvert creep watching her orgasm. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the like metre. Mr Benson grabbed the minuscule slut by the face firmly with one mitt, as she lurched back and Forth at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

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

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

"Oh no ! You come into my theatre. You wake me up with your demonic moaning. petty lady friend like you need to be taught a lesson about self-regard ”, his centre lit up with hullabaloo as he pictured the example, he would teach Karenic."Oh no, I think you need to acquire a lesson. One about not being a short slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karenic had changed since his father had sat down. It was no long strong yet sensual seeking to bring his cleaning lady to orgasm, it had changed to a gravelly fucking with no care for the welfare of Karen's kitty-cat. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's fount against his cock which although still concealed by his tight denim was prominent against the soft, blench cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and undo his whang. His trouser instantly fell down with his pants dropping almost on top of his son's. He walked over to the sofa, kneeling on it at the early end to his son. Karen was encircled. He guided the girls'mouth over to his prospicient genus Phallus. He tend forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her Virgo the Virgin throat. With every push completed by his fit son, Karenic mouth was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his rooster permitted no more than two seconds to enamour her intimation and then put back around his shaft, using her cherry red sassing to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a faster pace of drilling her tush. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamen of his young and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karenic's mouthpiece. His milky cum filling her Virgin mouth. Instinctively Karenic swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a word to his young son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin pussy grabbing at his cock, resisting every move with solid result. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fate as a piece of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a lowly total of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her vertebral column perfectly for impregnation. He let out a bingle, long moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karen was left alone. rallying cry, daring not to break the position that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to dribble out of her snatch, running down her thigh. The get off blue dress that had hugged her now violated and deflowered body was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five minutes of isolation, Darren re-entered the room with a fistful of cable ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the fuzz and dragged her over to a table in the recess of the room. He roughly cable television service tied her hands to the table ramification, Karen did not dare resist. She knew what was going to bump to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .