Karenic is a marvellous and skinny girl from just outside of Kansas City in the United commonwealth of U.S.. She has long red-dyed pilus, brown optic, pale pelt and wears orotund ungainly ice. Karen is looking forward to her High shoal promenade to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she have it away the poise and good hide of Darren conceals a wickedness and dangerous interior and has concocted terrible plans for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her cherry-red lipstick was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her delicious, red hair flowed down her back over the tight, light blue dress she was wearing that ended at stifle and was low cut enough that you could get a soundly view of her cleavage. 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 Karen knelt to the floor 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 papers inside until she located a Ag packaged condom and placed it into her handbag. Karen didn't plan to have to use it, but she felt she had to bring it just in case.



She left her chamber, going through the hall and down the stairs. She straightened her dress in the hall mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on time there was a firm knock on the door. Karen, springing with excitement, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine case and with his brown hair's-breadth 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 derriere to Darren as she locked the room access. She turned around coming brass to side with Darren, pushing her shiny hair out of her optic, Darren put his arm around his appointment and walked her over to his blueing Edsel Bryant Ford Fiesta. He led Karen around the car's bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her trunk until it was resting firmly on her arsehole ) 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 break the ill-chosen muteness,"So…you got your just the ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest sac of his blazer and then exclaimed"roll in the hay's saki, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to stop home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karen smiling. They sat in abject silence as Darren sped across town to get back to his home. After ten minute of arc, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karenic to lurch forward. As the car screeched to a halt, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown eyes"seed inside, just for five proceedings. You can assist me…look in my bedroom ”.

Without saying anything Karen got out of the car, taking a moment to smooth out her dress, and followed Darren to the threshold to his house. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a way on the immediate left wing, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming human face to typeface with Karen's beautiful face. 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-hand. I don't ease up a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the back of Karen's promontory and their sassing met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two years, for Darren to plunk up the bravery and take what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, ineffectual to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the alight blueing dress, Karen squealed at the rough discourse 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 lounge at the edge of the way. Darren took his hands-off Karen's bum and pushed her roughly onto the sofa. Karen landed gap eagled on the sofa, her pegleg apart and weaponry splayed behind her top dog."Darren, I've left my handbag in your car. It has a condom in…just gim me a second ”.

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 genu by her randy escort. She could see his pants begin to pop out 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 strip the dress from Karen's prat end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her thin panties. The remainder of Karen's dress became loose. She dared not move, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a jumpy savor on her au naturel arse and then two rough hired hand working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her lose weight thighs. Karenic was unresolved now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to direct natural action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his belt buckle and then his pant slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard penis in his mitt towards his charwoman. Darren joined Karen on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clit with inter-group communication. Darren loan forward, love his dick was touching her cunt, her grabbed his girl by the end of her prospicient red hair, pulling her backbone harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an raging, alien tone.

Karen let out a subdued whimper in reply. The two doors to the way were all-encompassing subject, the battlefront door to the star sign remained unlatched and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passers-by a clear view of a little slut losing her virginity on the Night of her prom. Darren released her haircloth, causing her to lurch forward. Karen felt bust began to well up in her centre, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the bout. She had to fulfil her obligation to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's fanny impudence with his superfluous hand with his thumb brush against her clit- using his superfluous hand to guide his penis into his promenade particular date. He continued by touching his tip against her pussy, causing Karenic to recoil whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the virgin slit. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karen's twat. With seven inches left for the blushing cocotte to love, Darren lent forward ( inserting another in as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck. Pulling her pass backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so tight ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll have you to that stupefied fucking prom just so all the cat who asked out some frigid bitch can lose their virginity on prom 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 flaming infirm and stupid to resist me, I knew my peter 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 out hands were still wrapped around her neck. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat sensual approach and forced the remaining five inch of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a loud pant, for the for the first time time that dark she felt an snow leopard of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slue his nob back and forth through the stringent cunt, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his putz rubbing harshly against the constricted walls of Karen's pussy she was no longer war cry, she no longer felt disgrace. Her initial sting of shame and guilt had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of pleasure. She began to puff, then she began to labor against the force of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the rigorous pussycat of Karen was almost too much for this expert to handle, yet he held his cool and ward off 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 condom had just been a forethought. But this was extreme. She was loving every minute, every drive brought her closer to culminate, ever prison term he slapped her arse made her moan. Karen was no foresighted herself ; she was no recollective the destitute girl from Broadley route, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slut.

The strait of Darren's balls slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't maintenance though. Her slovenly woman instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was orgasm. Karen moaned and squirmed she was on the edge of something, something she didn't know what ! She was scared of what that border was, she leaned back with Darren wrapping his muscly arm around her neck, her titty still concealed by the light blue apparel."Please"pleaded Karenic in-between groan"retard down ”. Darren ignored these dissent and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control herself with one final moan and pant she reached climax. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren rooster, the cock that had enslaved her thinker and body. Her kitty flooded over the monumental rod infiltrating her puss and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her trance, Karen failed to notice that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the prospect of his youngest birdsong rutting with a little slut in a beautiful attire. 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 hide herself from the intruder. He rammed his hammer back into her twat and pushed her nerve into the lounge so she could not express a strait."Hi Dad. This is that whore from school I was telling you about.

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

"Thanks Dad ! I mean…you can join in like you used to with Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully break in this little 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 cunt had instantly dried out at the visual modality of this perverted creep watching her sexual climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Saame meter. Mr Benson grabbed the little slut by the human face firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and Forth River 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 house. You wake me up with your diabolic moaning. Little girls like you need to be taught a lesson about lordliness ”, his eyes lit up with excitement as he pictured the lessons, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to learn a lesson. One about not being a little slut…yes, that approximation excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's posture towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no foresighted secure yet fleshly seeking to land his womanhood to orgasm, it had changed to a approximative shag with no forethought for the welfare of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's face against his shaft which although still concealed by his taut jean was prominent against the piano, wan cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and unwrap his belt. His trousers instantly fell down with his pant dropping almost on top of his son's. He walked over to the sofa, kneeling on it at the former end to his son. Karenic was encircled. He guided the girls'mouth over to his longsighted phallus. He tilt forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her virgin throat. With every knife 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 seconds to catch her breath and then put back around his dick, using her cherry red red mouth to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a degraded pace of boring her keister. 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 Virgo the Virgin oral cavity. Instinctively Karen swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a password to his youngest son or the jade, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the stride, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin pussy grabbing at his prick, resisting every move with tauten resolution. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her lot as a piece of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a minuscule amount of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for saturation. He let out a bingle, yearn moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his cum. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karen was left alone. Crying, daring not to let on the position that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her slit, running down her thigh. The lighting blue dress that had hugged her now violated and deflowered trunk was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five min of isolation, Darren re-entered the room with a handful of cablegram tie. He grabbed Karenic roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a table in the box of the room. He roughly cable tied her hands to the table peg, 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 .