Karen is a tall and skinny lady friend from just outside of Kansas city in the United States of America. She has long red-dyed hairsbreadth, brownish optic, sick tegument and wearable enceinte clunky glasses. Karenic is looking forward to her high up School promenade to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she know the aplomb and respectable skin of Darren conceals a dark and serious Interior Department and has concocted dire program for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her cherry-red lipstick was perfectly applied and her base well faded. Her scrumptious, red hair flowed down her back over the tight, light blue clothes she was wearing that ended at knee joint and was low cut enough that you could get a good prospect of her segmentation. It was 8:32. She had eight minutes before Darren was coming to pick her up, she picked up her purse and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karenic knelt to the trading floor and reached under her untidy bed, she reached around until she grabbed a Shirley Temple shoebox, pulling it out and dusting off the gossamer she opened it. She reached through the papers inside until she located a atomic number 47 packaged safe and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't plan to bear 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 engagement to arrive. Exactly on time there was a firm knock on the door. Karen, springing with fervour, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine wooing and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

"Thanks !"said Karen shyly"You don't aspect so bad yourself"

Karen turned around and shut the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly round hind end to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming side to face with Darren, pushing her shiny hair out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his low John Ford Fiesta. He led Karen around the car's bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her bum ) and then opened the passenger's door allowing her to sit down. He then walked back and climbed into the number one wood's seat.

As Darren started the locomotive engine and moved off down the street Karen began to break the inept silence,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed"Fuck's sake, I've forgotten it. I'll just let to block off home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no vexation"replied Karen smiling. They sat in abject secrecy as Darren sped across townsfolk to get back to his home. After ten minute, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to pitch forward. As the car screeched to a check, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brownish oculus"semen inside, just for five minutes. You can facilitate me…look in my bedchamber ”.

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

"No, you're veracious. I don't devote a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the spine of Karen's head and their sass met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two years, for Darren to pick up the courageousness and take what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, ineffectual to do anything ; her instinct fully took over. Darren grabbed at her hind end roughly through the unaccented blue dress, Karen squealed at the raspy treatment but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy hands onto each of Karen'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 couch. Karen landed spread eagled on the sofa, her leg apart and arms splayed behind her brain."Darren, I've left my pocketbook in your car. It has a safety in…just gim me a 2d ”.

Darren leaned over Karen as she lay vulnerable on the couch and whispered into her ear,"I'll pull out ”. Before Karen could say anything, she was turned over onto her knee by her randy engagement. She could see his pant begin to pop out as soon as she was at his mercy, Karen knew this was going to befall, she may as well enjoy it. Darren pulled at Karenic's clothes. Through raw strength, Darren was able to strip the frock from Karenic's ass end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her thin panty. The sleep of Karen's dress became liberate. She dared not move, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a rocky smack on her naked tooshie and then two rough hired hand working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thigh. Karenic was open now and completely at Darren's clemency. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to look at action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karen heard the suction stop of Darren undoing his whack buckle and then his trouser slumping to the ground in a batch. Darren slowly walked across the couch floor, his rock-hard penis in his hand towards his woman. Darren joined Karenic on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clit with touch. Darren lent forward, know his dick was touching her snatch, her grabbed his girl by the end of her long red hair, pulling her back harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an angry, exotic tone.

Karen let out a low-key whimper in reply. The two doors to the room were blanket open, the front door to the house remained unlocked and the curtain remained undraw allowing any passer-by a clear prospect of a little hussy losing her virginity on the night of her promenade. Darren released her hair, causing her to prowl forward. Karenic felt binge began to well up in her middle, but she fought back against the unstoppable lunar time period of the tears. She had to carry through her obligation to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karenic's arse cheek with his spare hand with his ovolo brushing against her clit- using his spare paw to channelize his penis into his prom date. 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 Virgo cunt. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karen's slit. With seven in left for the blushing whore to savor, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck opening. Pulling her head backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so plastered ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll take you to that stupid fucking prom just so all the guy rope who asked out some frigid bitch can misplace their virginity on prom night, I think that would be squeamish. Don't you ?

Karenic let out a whine 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 decrepit and stupid to resist me, I knew my cock would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking wrong am I."

Karen began to cry as Darren took another in of her virginity whilst his rough handwriting were still wrapped around her neck. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the wearisome, somewhat fleshly approach and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a loud gasp, for the first time that Nox she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slide his nob back and forth through the smashed cunt, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his rooster rubbing harshly against the narrow paries of Karen's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt shame. Her initial pang of shame and guilt had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of joy. She began to pant, then she began to push against the force of Darren slamming into her slit. Darren was moaning too, the blind drunk pussy of Karen was almost too much for this expert to handle, yet he held his aplomb and averted cataclysm.

Darren was digging deep into Karen. Though she was a Virgo the 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 rubber had just been a precaution. But this was extreme point. She was loving every minute, every driving force brought her closer to climax, ever meter he slapped her tush made her moan. Karenic was no longer herself ; she was no retentive the innocent girl from Broadley route, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slovenly woman.

The speech sound of Darren's testicle slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the star sign, Karenic didn't charge though. Her slut inherent aptitude had taken over, she existed only for the immediate finish which was orgasm. Karen moaned and squirmed she was on the border of something, something she didn't know what ! She was scared of what that edge was, she leaned back with Darren wrapping his muscly arm around her neck, her tits still concealed by the light dingy dress."Please"pleaded Karenic in-between moans"decelerate down ”. Darren ignored these protests and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't restraint herself with one concluding groan and gasp she reached climax. Attempting to slide further down onto Darren cock, the cock that had enslaved her mind and dead body. Her slit flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the lounge.

In her trance, Karen failed to notice that a magniloquent man was standing in the doorcase observing the scene of his youngest Sung rutting with a niggling strumpet in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's cock in fear shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to conceal herself from the intruder. He rammed his stopcock back into her cunt and pushed her fount into the sofa so she could not utter a sound."Hi Dad. This is that cocotte 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 break in this short fancy woman"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 reverence, her slit had instantly dried out at the quite a little of this misdirect crawling watching her climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the same time. Mr Benson grabbed the piddling slut by the cheek firmly with one hand, 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"resist Karenic, through renewed tears.

"Oh no ! You come into my house. You wake me up with your infernal moaning. niggling girls like you need to be taught a lesson about dignity ”, his center lit up with excitement as he pictured the deterrent example, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to learn a lesson. One about not being a small slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my high-priced ”.

Darren's posture towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no prospicient secure yet fleshly seeking to bring his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough screw with no care for the benefit of Karenic's pussycat. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's cheek against his rooster which although still concealed by his squiffy jeans was prominent against the easygoing, pale cheeks.



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

Karenic choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no more than two seconds to catch her breath and then put back around his dick, using her cherry tree red lips to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a faster step of drilling her behind. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamen of his Young and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karenic's mouth. His milky cum filling her virgin mouth. Instinctively Karenic swallowed the burden. Mr Benson stood up and without a Logos to his vernal son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin kitty-cat grabbing at his cock, resisting every move with firm resolution. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fate as a art object of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a minuscule quantity of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her rear perfectly for saturation. He let out a single, long groan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his come. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karenic was left alone. shout, daring not to wear the position that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her cunt, running down her second joint. The light blue dress that had hugged her now violated and deflowered consistence was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five minute of isolation, Darren re-entered the room with a handful of overseas telegram ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the fuzz and dragged her over to a table in the corner of the way. He roughly cable tied her hired hand to the board legs, Karen did not defy resist. She knew what was going to happen to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .