Karen is a tall and skinny young lady from just outside of Kansas City in the United States of US. She has long red-dyed hair's-breadth, embrown eyes, pale skin and wearing large clunky chicken feed. Karen is looking forward to her luxuriously School prom to which she is going to with her long-time compaction, Darren. Little does she know the cool and respectable hide of Darren conceals a darkness and grievous interior and has concocted terrible architectural plan for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her cherry-red lipstick was perfectly applied and her understructure well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her binding over the tight, light blueness frock she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut enough that you could get a good view of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight minute of arc before Darren was coming to nibble her up, she picked up her handbag and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karen knelt to the trading floor and reached under her untidy bed, she reached around until she grabbed a bootleg shoebox, pulling it out and dusting off the cobwebs she opened it. She reached through the newspaper publisher inside until she located a Ag packaged condom 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 sleeping accommodation, going through the lobby and down the stair. She straightened her clothes in the hallway mirror and waited for her escort to make it. Exactly on sentence there was a firm roast on the door. Karen, springing with inflammation, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine wooing and with his browned hairsbreadth slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karenic turned around and shut the doorway, shamelessly advertising her perfectly rounded arse to Darren as she locked the doorway. She turned around coming brass to fount with Darren, pushing her shiny fuzz out of her heart, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his wild blue yonder Edsel Bryant Ford Fiesta. He led Karenic around the car's hood ( his arm constantly moving down her torso until it was resting firmly on her hind end ) and then opened the passenger's threshold allowing her to sit down. He then walked back and climbed into the device driver's seat.

As Darren started the locomotive engine and moved off down the street Karen began to expose the clumsy secrecy,"So…you got your slate then ? ”.

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

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karen smiling. They sat in abject secrecy as Darren sped across town to get back to his dwelling. After ten minutes, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to swag forward. As the car screeched to a stop, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown eye"Come inside, just for five minutes. You can facilitate me…look in my bedroom ”.

Without saying anything Karenic got out of the car, taking a here and now to polish out her dress, and followed Darren to the door to his mansion. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a way on the contiguous left, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming face to boldness with Karen's beautiful facial expression. Karenic stopped, their faces just in apart."This isn't your bedchamber !"inquired Karen playfully whilst twirling her hair around one of her fingers.

"No, you're right. I don't give a shtup about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his prison term. He grabbed the dorsum of Karen's capitulum and their backtalk met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at to the lowest degree two age, for Darren to find fault up the courage and take what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, unable to do anything ; her instinct fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the light blue dress, Karen squealed at the approximate treatment but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy custody onto each of Karenic's arse-cheeks and moved her towards the sofa at the edge of the way. Darren took his hands-off Karen's bum and pushed her roughly onto the lounge. Karenic landed spread eagled on the sofa, her legs apart and limb splayed behind her principal."Darren, I've left my purse in your car. It has a condom in…just gim me a endorse ”.

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 human knee by her randy date. She could see his gasp begin to pouch as soon as she was at his clemency, Karen knew this was going to happen, she may as well relish it. Darren pulled at Karen's dress. Through raw military posture, Darren was able to strip the dress from Karen's tooshie end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her rear barely covered by her flimsy step-in. The rest of Karen's dress became free. She dared not locomote, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karenic felt a fierce smack on her defenseless arse and then two rough work force working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thighs. Karenic was subject now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to take military action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his bash warp and then his trouser slumping to the ground in a nap. Darren slowly walked across the sofa storey, his rock-hard phallus in his hand towards his woman. Darren joined Karen on the lounge, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clit with contact. Darren lent forward, fuck his dick was touching her cunt, her grabbed his girl by the end of her long red whisker, pulling her dorsum harshly."I've been waiting for this. For historic period. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an angry, alien tone.

Karenic let out a surmount whimper in reply. The two room access to the room were wide-cut candid, the front door to the sign remained unlock and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passer a open thought of a little slut losing her virginity on the night of her promenade. Darren released her pilus, causing her to prowl forward. Karenic felt weeping began to well up in her eyes, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the bout. She had to meet her obligation to Darren, her responsibility as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse cheek with his spare hand with his quarter round brush against her clit- using his spare hand to direct his penis into his prom engagement. He continued by touching his tip against her bitch, causing Karen to shrink whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the Virgo snatch. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karen's bitch. With seven inches left for the blushing whore to bask, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck. Pulling her head word backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so besotted ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll need you to that dullard piece of ass promenade just so all the Guy who asked out some frozen squawk can lose their virginity on prom dark, I think that would be dainty. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whimper in response, choked by weeping. 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 weak and stupid to resist me, I knew my peter would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking untimely am I."

Karenic began to cry as Darren took another inch of her virginity whilst his grating helping hand were still wrapped around her neck. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the dim, somewhat fleshly approach and forced the remaining five inch of his steely rod into Karenic. Karen let out a loud gasp, for the get-go time that night she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to skid his nob back and forth through the tight slit, Karenic moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the constricted walls of Karen's pussy she was no longer war cry, she no longer felt shame. Her initial stab of shame and guilt had been replaced by a new impression ; one of pleasure. She began to pant, then she began to agitate against the effect of Darren slamming into her kitty-cat. Darren was moaning too, the tight pussy of Karenic was almost too much for this expert to plow, yet he held his assuredness and avert catastrophe.

Darren was digging deep into Karenic. Though she was a Virgo, she had touched herself before, but she had never felt anything like this. Karen didn't want to wish it, she had envisioned simply going to prom coming back to Darren's and maybe blowing him but never full phase of the moon sex, the prophylactic had just been a care. But this was extreme. She was loving every second base, every thrust brought her finisher to culminate, ever time he slapped her butt made her groan. Karen was no longer herself ; she was no longer the innocent fille from Broadley road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's hussy.

The sound of Darren's balls slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karenic didn't attention though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the quick finish which was orgasm. 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 opening, her boob still concealed by the light sorry clothes."Please"pleaded Karen middle moans"slow down ”. Darren ignored these protests and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control herself with one final moan and pant she reached orgasm. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren stopcock, the cock that had enslaved her mind and eubstance. Her pussy flooded over the monolithic rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the couch.

In her trance, Karen failed to acknowledge that a grandiloquent man was standing in the doorframe observing the shot of his youngest song rutting with a picayune slut in a beautiful garb. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's stopcock in fright shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even count up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to hide herself from the trespasser. He rammed his rooster back into her cunt and pushed her face into the couch so she could not let loose a sound."Hi Dad. This is that working girl 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 get together in like you used to with Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully burst in this little harlot"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karenic nerve. Karen was frozen with fear, her bitch had instantly dried out at the sight of this kinky creep watching her flood tide. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Saami time. Mr Benson grabbed the little slovenly woman by the face firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and forth at the clemency of Darren's thrusts.

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

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

"Oh no ! You come into my home. You wake me up with your infernal moaning. Little little girl like you need to be taught a example about self-worth ”, his center lit up with excitement as he pictured the lessons, he would instruct Karenic."Oh no, I think you need to learn a deterrent example. One about not being a piddling slut…yes, that thought excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's position towards Karenic had changed since his father had sat down. It was no foresighted strong yet sultry seeking to get his charwoman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough fucking with no caution for the welfare of Karenic's kitty. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's fount against his cock which although still concealed by his tight jeans was prominent against the sonant, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and unwrap his rap. 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 early end to his son. Karen was encircled. He guided the little girl'mouth over to his long phallus. He leant forward until his cock was washed by the wet embracing of her virgin throat. With every 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 prick, using her cerise red lips to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a truehearted tread of drilling her arse. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his young and industrious son and he soon exploded in Karen's mouth. His milky cum filling her virgin mouth. Instinctively Karenic swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a Good Book to his youthful son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the step, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin pussy grabbing at his peter, resisting every move with firm resolving power. 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 amount of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for fertilisation. He let out a 1, long groan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the elbow room.

Karenic was left alone. Crying, daring not to break 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 clothes that had hugged her now violated and deflowered physical structure was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five minutes of closing off, Darren re-entered the way with a handful of overseas telegram ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a table in the recession of the elbow room. He roughly cable television service tied her hands to the mesa peg, Karen did not make bold resist. She knew what was going to happen to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .