Karenic is a marvelous and skinny girl from just outside of KS urban center in the United United States Department of State of US. She has long red-dyed whisker, brown centre, pale skin and habiliment large clumsy glasses. Karen is looking forward to her gamy shoal prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she know the cool and sizeable skin of Darren conceals a iniquity 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 luscious, red hair flowed down her vertebral column over the plastered, light blue clothes she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut enough that you could get a expert view of her segmentation. It was 8:32. She had eight minutes before Darren was coming to break up her up, she picked up her purse and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karenic 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 gossamer she opened it. She reached through the papers inside until she located a silver packaged condom and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't design to have to use it, but she felt she had to bring it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the hallway and down the stairs. She straightened her attire in the hall mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on fourth dimension there was a firm knock on the door. Karen, springing with excitement, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine courting and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karenic turned around and close the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly rounded hindquarters to Darren as she locked the threshold. She turned around coming grimace to case with Darren, pushing her shiny hairsbreadth out of her center, Darren put his arm around his day of the month and walked her over to his blue Henry Ford II fete. He led Karen around the car's bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her eubstance until it was resting firmly on her arse ) 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 Karenic began to break the awkward muteness,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest of drawers pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed"Fuck's sake, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to stop household on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karenic smiling. They sat in scummy secretiveness as Darren sped across township to get back to his home. After ten minute, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to lurch forward. As the car screeched to a check, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown eyes"Come inside, just for five transactions. You can serve me…look in my sleeping accommodation ”.

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

"No, you're right. I don't give a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the back of Karen's drumhead and their rim met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two eld, for Darren to pick up the courage and train what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, ineffective to do anything ; her instinct fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the light blue dress, Karen squealed at the harsh 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 Karenic's bum and pushed her roughly onto the sofa. Karen landed feast eagled on the sofa, her pegleg apart and branch splayed behind her head."Darren, I've left my purse in your car. It has a condom in…just gim me a second ”.

Darren leaned over Karenic 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 knees by her randy date. She could see his pants begin to pop out as soon as she was at his mercy, Karen knew this was going to fall out, she may as well love it. Darren pulled at Karenic's dress. Through raw military capability, Darren was capable to strip the dress from Karen's hind end end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her slenderize panty. The residue of Karen's garb became loose. She dared not be active, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a approximate smack on her naked arse and then two rocky helping hand working their way around her step-in and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her slight second joint. Karen was open now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to take action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to hold in her fright from him.

Karenic heard the click of Darren undoing his rap warp and then his trousers slumping to the priming in a great deal. Darren slowly walked across the lounge trading floor, his rock-hard penis in his hand towards his cleaning lady. Darren joined Karen on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight in nearly gracing her unguarded clit with liaison. Darren add forward, know his dick was touching her cunt, her grabbed his fille by the end of her hanker red hair's-breadth, pulling her back harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an wild, outlander tone.

Karen let out a mortify whimper in response. The two doors to the room were wide open up, the social movement door to the house remained unbarred and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passer-by a unmortgaged view of a little slattern losing her virginity on the Night of her prom. Darren released her hair, causing her to lurch forward. Karen felt tear began to well up in her optic, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the tear. She had to fulfil her duty to Darren, her tariff as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse boldness with his spare hand with his thumb brushing against her clit- using his spare hand to channelise his phallus into his prom date. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karen to shrink whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the virgin cunt. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karen's puss. With seven inches left for the blushing whore to enjoy, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck. Pulling her question backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so tight ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll take you to that stunned shtup prom just so all the guy rope who asked out some frigid bitch can turn a loss their virginity on prom Nox, I think that would be dainty. 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 sapless and dazed to defy me, I knew my dick would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking awry am I."

Karenic began to cry as Darren took another in of her virginity whilst his rough hands were still wrapped around her neck opening. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slack, somewhat carnal approach and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a loud pant, for the initiatory time that night she felt an Panthera uncia of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls mystifying ) began to slew his nob back and Forth River through the tight snatch, Karenic moaning as he did so. He continued, his pecker rubbing harshly against the compact walls of Karen's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt shame. Her initial pangs of shame and guilt had been replaced by a new smell ; one of pleasure. She began to pant, then she began to push against the military unit of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the tight slit of Karenic was almost too much for this expert to care, yet he held his cool and debar disaster.

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 care it, she had envisioned simply going to prom coming back to Darren's and maybe blowing him but never full moon sex, the condom had just been a precaution. But this was extreme. She was loving every endorsement, every jabbing brought her closer to culminate, ever fourth dimension he slapped her tail end made her moan. Karenic was no thirster herself ; she was no longer the innocent girl from Broadley road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slut.

The sound of Darren's balls slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't tending though. Her fornicatress inherent aptitude had taken over, she existed only for the immediate finish which was sexual climax. 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 tits still concealed by the light dispirited wearing apparel."Please"pleaded Karen mediate moans"slow down down ”. Darren ignored these protest and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't ascendancy herself with one final moan and gasp she reached coming. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren prick, the cock that had enslaved her judgement and consistency. Her kitty-cat flooded over the monolithic rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the couch.

In her enchantment, Karenic failed to remark that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the scene of his youngest Sung rutting with a short slut in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen 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 intruder. He rammed his cock back into her cunt and pushed her face into the couch so she could not utter a speech sound."Hi Dad. This is that tart from shoal I was telling you about.

"Oh right on"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 Francois Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully break in this little whore"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the lounge, sitting down near Karen human face. Karen was frozen with fright, her slit had instantly dried out at the sight of this perverted spook watching her climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Saame metre. Mr Benson grabbed the little slut by the grimace 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 infernal moaning. petty young woman like you need to be taught a moral about dignity ”, his eyes lit up with fervor as he pictured the deterrent example, he would instruct Karen."Oh no, I think you need to get a line a deterrent example. One about not being a little slut…yes, that estimation excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no longer inviolable yet sensual seeking to play his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough in fucking with no care for the welfare of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karenic's case against his tool which although still concealed by his tight dungaree was big against the soft, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and loosen his belt. His trousers 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 other end to his son. Karenic was encircled. He guided the girls'mouth over to his long genus Phallus. He leant forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her virgin throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen backtalk was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his hammer permitted no more than two seconds to catch 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 gait of drilling her seat. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his unseasoned and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karen's mouthpiece. His milky cum filling her Virgo backtalk. Instinctively Karen swallowed the loading. Mr Benson stood up and without a word of honor to his youngest son or the fornicatress, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin cunt grabbing at his cock, resisting every move with firm resolution. Karenic no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fortune as a piece of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a small amount of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for impregnation. He let out a bingle, prospicient moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his come. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karen was left alone. Crying, daring not to break the spot that she had been placed into by her lord. The cum began to dribble out of her cunt, running down her thigh. The perch blue angel frock that had hugged her now violated and deflowered soundbox was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five minutes of isolation, Darren re-entered the elbow room with a smattering of line ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the pilus and dragged her over to a table in the recession of the elbow room. He roughly line tied her hands to the mesa legs, Karenic 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 .