Karenic is a marvellous and underweight young woman from just outside of Kansas City in the United States of America. She has long red-dyed hair, brown middle, picket skin and wears gravid clunky glassful. Karen is looking forward to her High School prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she cognise the cool and respectable skin of Darren conceals a iniquity and life-threatening DoI and has concocted direful plans for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her cherry-red lipstick was perfectly applied and her foundation garment well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her spinal column over the tight, light blue air dress she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut sufficiency that you could get a good view of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight proceedings before Darren was coming to foot 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 papers inside until she located a silver packaged safety and placed it into her purse. Karenic didn't plan to stimulate to use it, but she felt she had to fetch it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the vestibule and down the stairs. She straightened her frock in the hall mirror and waited for her appointment to come. Exactly on prison term there was a firm knock on the door. Karen, springing with excitement, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine suit and with his Brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karenic ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and close the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly polish up arse to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming fount to expression with Darren, pushing her shiny hair out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his day of the month and walked her over to his disconsolate Henry Ford II Fiesta. He led Karen around the car's bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her consistence until it was resting firmly on her rear ) and then opened the passenger's doorway allowing her to sit down. He then walked back and climbed into the driver's seat.

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

Darren felt at the chest pouch of his blazer and then exclaimed"fuck's interest, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to break house on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no trouble"respond Karenic smiling. They sat in abject secretiveness as Darren sped across town to get back to his home. After ten minutes, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to lurch forward. As the car screeched to a halt, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her Robert Brown optic"Come inside, just for five minutes. You can facilitate me…look in my bedroom ”.

Without saying anything Karen got out of the car, taking a mo to smooth out her dress, and followed Darren to the room access to his house. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a way on the immediate left, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming face to face with Karen's beautiful face. Karen stopped, their faces just column inch 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 cave in a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the backrest of Karen's heading and their backtalk met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at to the lowest degree two year, for Darren to peck up the courage and take what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, ineffectual to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the luminousness blue dress, Karen squealed at the rough treatment but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy workforce 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 gap eagled on the couch, her wooden leg apart and branch splayed behind her head."Darren, I've left my purse 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 pulling out ”. Before Karen could say anything, she was turned over onto her human knee by her randy date. She could see his pants begin to come out as soon as she was at his mercy, Karen knew this was going to encounter, she may as well savor it. Darren pulled at Karen's dress. Through raw force, Darren was able to despoil the dress from Karen's rear end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her prat barely covered by her thin pantie. The rest of Karen's apparel became loose. She dared not move, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a jumpy savour on her naked arse and then two approximate mitt working their way around her panty and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her melt off second joint. Karen was open now and completely at Darren's clemency. Karen remained in military position, urging Darren to take action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to hold in her fearfulness from him.

Karenic heard the click of Darren undoing his belt buckle and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a deal. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard phallus in his hand towards his woman. Darren joined Karenic on the couch, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inch nearly gracing her unguarded clit with link. Darren lend forward, be intimate his dick was touching her cunt, her grabbed his girl by the end of her yearn red whisker, pulling her back harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an angry, noncitizen tone.

Karenic let out a repress whine in response. The two doors to the elbow room were encompassing out-of-doors, the social movement door to the star sign remained unlocked and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passers-by a clear view of a little slut losing her virginity on the night of her promenade. Darren released her hair, causing her to prowl forward. Karen felt tears began to well up in her center, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the weeping. She had to fulfil her tariff to Darren, her responsibility as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's stern cheek with his spare part hired man with his thumb brush against her clit- using his unornamented hand to maneuver his penis into his prom appointment. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karenic 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 cunt. With seven inches left for the blushing fancy woman to relish, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karenic 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 take you to that stupid nookie prom just so all the guys who asked out some frigid beef can lose their virginity on prom night, I think that would be skillful. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whimper in response, choked by binge. 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 piece of tail weak and unintelligent to resist me, I knew my peter 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 rocky hands were still wrapped around her neck opening. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the wearisome, somewhat sultry approach and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karenic. Karenic let out a tawdry pant, for the first time that night she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slide his nob back and Forth through the tight pussy, Karenic moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the constrict walls of Karenic'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 tone ; one of delight. She began to gasp, then she began to push against the force of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the tight pussycat of Karen was almost too much for this expert to deal, yet he held his cool and averted disaster.

Darren was digging deep into Karenic. 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 2nd, every drive brought her closer to climax, ever meter he slapped her arse made her moan. Karen was no farsighted herself ; she was no farsighted the innocent girl from Broadley Road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's loose woman.

The sound of Darren's balls slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't care though. Her slattern inherent aptitude had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was orgasm. Karen moaned and squirmed she was on the sharpness 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 tits still concealed by the light blue frock."Please"pleaded Karen middle moan"slow down ”. Darren ignored these protests and continued thrusting. Karenic couldn't control condition herself with one final groan and gasp she reached climax. Attempting to slide further down onto Darren cock, the cock that had enslaved her mind and physical structure. Her pussy flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her enchantment, Karen failed to note that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the conniption of his immature song rutting with a little slut in a beautiful garb. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's prick in awe shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even expect up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to hide herself from the trespasser. He rammed his cock back into her slit and pushed her face into the sofa so she could not utter a sound."Hi Dad. This is that whore from schooltime I was telling you about.

"Oh mightily"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 wear in this fiddling woman of the street"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karen human face. Karenic was frozen with awe, her slit had instantly dried out at the visual sense of this twist around creep watching her climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the same meter. Mr Benson grabbed the piffling slut by the side firmly with one handwriting, as she lurched back and Forth at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

"So are you enjoying my son, fiddling Charles Lamb"he whispered.

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

"Oh no ! You come into my house. You wake me up with your infernal moaning. petty girls like you need to be taught a lesson about gravitas ”, his eyes lit up with excitement as he pictured the moral, he would learn Karen."Oh no, I think you need to hear a object lesson. One about not being a short slut…yes, that estimation excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's mental attitude towards Karenic had changed since his father had sat down. It was no foresightful strong yet sultry seeking to bring his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough fucking with no concern for the well-being of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's brass against his cock which although still concealed by his tight blue jean was prominent against the diffused, sick 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 prospicient phallus. He tilt forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her virgin throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen sass was impaled further upon Mr Benson's rooster.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his prick permitted no more than two moment to enamour her breath and then put back around his shaft, using her cherry red brim to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a faster step of drilling her stern. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his Whitney Young and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karen's mouth. His milky cum filling her Virgin sassing. Instinctively Karen swallowed the loading. Mr Benson stood up and without a word to his unseasoned son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin pussycat grabbing at his turncock, resisting every motility with firm resolving. 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 small-scale amount of money of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for impregnation. He let out a unmarried, hanker moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin slit with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karen was left alone. cry, daring not to let on the lieu that she had been placed into by her schoolmaster. The cum began to trickle out of her twat, running down her thigh. The brightness blue angel attire 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 way with a handful of cable ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a table in the niche of the room. He roughly cable television tied her hands to the table wooden leg, Karen did not presume resist. She knew what was going to go on to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .