Karen is a tall and skinny girl from just outside of Kaw River urban center in the United Department of State of America. She has long red-dyed hair, brownish centre, sick skin and clothing bombastic clunky glasses. Karen is looking forward to her gamy School promenade to which she is going to with her long-time compaction, Darren. Little does she know the cool and goodish skin of Darren conceals a darkness and serious Interior and has concocted terrible plans for his date.

Karen finished applying her war paint. Her cherry-red lipstick was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her rachis over the rigorous, light blue angel dress she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut enough that you could get a soundly view of her segmentation. It was 8:32. She had eight instant before Darren was coming to pick her up, she picked up her purse and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karenic knelt to the base 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 condom and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't design to have to use it, but she felt she had to institute it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the hall and down the steps. She straightened her dress in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on fourth dimension there was a firm knock on the room access. Karenic, springing with upheaval, opened the room access to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine suit and with his brown fuzz slicked back neatly."Wow Karenic ! 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 brush up tail to Darren as she locked the doorway. She turned around coming face to face with Darren, pushing her shiny hairsbreadth out of her center, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his wild blue yonder Gerald Ford fete. He led Karenic around the car's bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her organic structure until it was resting firmly on her arse ) and then opened the rider'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 awkward silence,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed"nookie's sake, I've forgotten it. I'll just give birth to barricade nursing home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karenic smiling. They sat in unhopeful silence as Darren sped across town to get back to his rest home. After ten minutes, Darren dumped his car into his private road harshly applying the handbrake causing Karenic to lurch forward. As the car screeched to a halt, Darren turned to Karenic and looked her in her embrown eyes"Come inside, just for five moment. You can facilitate me…look in my bedroom ”.

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

"No, you're aright. I don't break a fuck about the promenade, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the backrest of Karen's principal and their lips met. Karenic reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two years, for Darren to nibble up the courage and take what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, unable to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her backside roughly through the light blue frock, Karen squealed at the rough discourse but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy helping hand 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 legs apart and arms splayed behind her headland."Darren, I've left my bag in your car. It has a rubber in…just gim me a second gear ”.

Darren leaned over Karenic as she lay vulnerable on the couch and whispered into her ear,"I'll twist out ”. Before Karen could say anything, she was turned over onto her human knee by her randy date. She could see his trouser begin to pouch 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 undress the dress from Karenic's rear end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her tail barely covered by her thin pantie. The rest of Karen's dress became easy. She dared not displace, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karenic felt a jolting smack on her raw derriere and then two rough manpower working their way around her panty and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her slight second joint. Karenic was open now and completely at Darren's clemency. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to carry action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karenic heard the click of Darren undoing his rap buckle and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard penis in his hand towards his woman. Darren joined Karen on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clitoris with link. Darren impart forward, know his hawkshaw was touching her slit, her grabbed his miss by the end of her long red whisker, pulling her back harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an wild, stranger tone.

Karen let out a master whine in reception. The two doors to the way were widely open air, the social movement door to the firm remained unbarred and the drape remained undraw allowing any passerby a sack sentiment of a little slut losing her virginity on the dark of her prom. Darren released her hair, causing her to lurch forward. Karen felt crying began to well up in her eyes, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the tears. She had to carry through her duty to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's bottom boldness with his surplus hand with his thumb brush against her clit- using his spare handwriting to guide his phallus into his promenade date. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karenic to recoil whilst trembling with prevision. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the virgin twat. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karenic's twat. With seven inches left for the blushing woman of the street to bask, Darren lent forward ( inserting another column inch as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck. Pulling her head 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 fucking prom just so all the guy who asked out some polar gripe 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 bang weak and stupid to refuse me, I knew my gumshoe would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking awry am I."

Karenic began to cry as Darren took another inch of her virginity whilst his rough out mitt were still wrapped around her cervix. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat sensual plan of attack and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a gimcrack pant, for the first fourth dimension that night she felt an troy ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls inscrutable ) began to slide his nob back and forth through the stiff slit, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the contract walls of Karen's purulent she was no longer crying, she no longer felt disgrace. Her initial pangs of shame and guiltiness had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of delight. She began to pant, then she began to push against the effect of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the pissed pussycat of Karen was almost too very much for this expert to handle, yet he held his assuredness and averted tragedy.

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 wish it, she had envisioned simply going to prom coming back to Darren's and maybe blowing him but never to the full sex, the safety had just been a care. But this was extreme. She was loving every second, every jab brought her closer to climax, ever clock time he slapped her posterior made her groan. Karen was no longer herself ; she was no longer the free lady friend from Broadley Road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's trollop.

The sound of Darren's clod slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the business firm, Karen didn't care though. Her slattern instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was coming. Karen moaned and squirmed she was on the edge 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 clean blue dress."Please"pleaded Karen middle moans"slacken down ”. Darren ignored these objection and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control condition herself with one final groan and gasp she reached climax. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren cock, the cock that had enslaved her mind and body. Her kitty-cat flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her snatch and dripped down onto the couch.

In her enchantment, Karen failed to notice that a marvellous man was standing in the doorframe observing the conniption of his immature song rutting with a fiddling slut in a beautiful apparel. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's turncock in fear shouting loudly"What the shag ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to hide herself from the intruder. He rammed his dick back into her puss and pushed her nerve into the sofa so she could not utter a sound."Hi Dad. This is that whore from school I was telling you about.

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

"Thanks Dad ! I mean…you can join in like you used to with Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully infract in this little whore"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karen side. Karen was frozen with fear, her cunt had instantly dried out at the flock of this perverted weirdy watching her climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Same clip. Mr Benson grabbed the trivial strumpet by the typeface firmly with one helping 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"dissent Karen, through renewed tears.

"Oh no ! You come into my house. You wake me up with your goddamn moaning. little girls like you need to be taught a lesson about dignity ”, his heart lit up with excitement as he pictured the lesson, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to discover a object lesson. One about not being a petty slut…yes, that melodic theme excites you doesn't it my good ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karenic had changed since his father had sat down. It was no recollective solid yet sensual seeking to bring his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough ass with no care for the social welfare of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karenic's face against his cock which although still concealed by his fuddled jean was prominent against the gentle, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and undid his whang. 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. Karenic was encircled. He guided the female child'mouth over to his long phallus. He tilt forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her Virgin pharynx. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen sass was impaled further upon Mr Benson's dick.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no to a greater extent than two arcsecond to catch her breath and then put back around his tool, using her cherry red lips to pleasure the old deviate as Darren continued at a faster pace of boring her behind. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his Cy Young and industrious son and he soon exploded in Karen's sass. His milky cum filling her virgin mouth. Instinctively Karen swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a word to his youngest son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the rate, fucking Karen harder and harder. The Virgo the Virgin twat grabbing at his tool, resisting every motion with firm resolution. Karenic 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 pocket-sized quantity of pre-cum. He grabbed Karenic's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for impregnation. He let out a exclusive, long groan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin slit with his seminal fluid. 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 dribble out of her bitch, running down her thigh. The dismount blueness dress 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 moment of isolation, Darren re-entered the way with a fistful of cable's length ties. He grabbed Karenic roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a tabular array in the corner of the room. He roughly cable tied her hands to the table branch, Karen did not dare resist. She knew what was going to occur to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .