Karen is a tall and close female child from just outside of Kansas city in the United nation of USA. She has long red-dyed hair, brown eye, pale skin and wears vauntingly clunky ice. Karen is looking forward to her luxuriously schoolhouse prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she live the cool and respectable skin of Darren conceals a darkness and dangerous interior and has concocted direful plans for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her carmine lipstick was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her luscious, red fuzz flowed down her back over the wet, lightness blue 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 minutes before Darren was coming to pick her up, she picked up her bag and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karen knelt to the level and reached under her untidy bed, she reached around until she grabbed a Black person shoebox, pulling it out and dusting off the cobwebs she opened it. She reached through the papers inside until she located a ash grey packaged rubber and placed it into her purse. Karenic didn't plan to possess to use it, but she felt she had to get it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the manor hall and down the stairs. She straightened her dress in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on time there was a strong knock on the door. Karen, springing with agitation, opened the room access to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine suit of clothes and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and exclude the room access, shamelessly advertising her perfectly snipe arse to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming face to face with Darren, pushing her shiny hair out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his blue Ford fiesta. He led Karenic around the car's poke bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her body 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 locomotive engine 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 of drawers pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed"Fuck's interest, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to terminate home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karen smiling. They sat in scurvy silence as Darren sped across Town to get back to his menage. After ten transactions, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to lurch forward. As the car screeched to a stay, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown optic"Come inside, just for five minutes. You can help me…look in my bedchamber ”.

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 house. He pushed it undefended and rushed inside then moving quickly to a room on the prompt left wing, Karenic gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming cheek to aspect with Karenic's beautiful human face. Karen stopped, their faces just inches apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karen playfully whilst twirling her hair around one of her fingers.

"No, you're right. I don't make a nookie about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his time. He grabbed the spinal column of Karen's header and their mouth met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two years, for Darren to pick up the courage and take what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, ineffective to do anything ; her inherent aptitude fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the fire up blue dress, Karen squealed at the rough intervention 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 lounge. Karen landed spread eagled on the sofa, her legs apart and arms splayed behind her heading."Darren, I've left my purse 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 pulling out ”. Before Karen could say anything, she was turned over onto her genu by her randy date. She could see his pants begin to bulk 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 attire. Through raw strength, Darren was able to strip the dress from Karen's rear end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her rear barely covered by her melt off panty. The rest of Karen's dress became loose. She dared not incite, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a rough smack on her naked rear and then two rasping custody working their way around her step-in and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin second joint. Karenic was spread out now and completely at Darren's mercifulness. Karen remained in post, urging Darren to make military action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karen heard the chink of Darren undoing his rap warp and then his pant slumping to the ground in a mound. Darren slowly walked across the lounge level, his rock-hard phallus in his hand towards his womanhood. Darren joined Karenic on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded button with contact. Darren lent forward, experience his dick was touching her bitch, her grabbed his girl by the end of her farsighted red whisker, pulling her backbone harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an tempestuous, unknown tone.

Karen let out a subdued whimper in reaction. The two doors to the room were wide unfastened, the forepart door to the house remained unsecured and the curtain remained undraw allowing any passers-by a authorize view of a little loose woman losing her virginity on the night of her prom. Darren released her hair's-breadth, causing her to pitch forward. Karenic felt tears began to well up in her eyes, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the rip. She had to carry out her duty to Darren, her tariff as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse buttock with his spare hand with his thumb brushing against her clit- using his spare paw to guide his penis into his promenade date. He continued by touching his tip against her snatch, causing Karenic to wince whilst trembling with prevision. Darren continued with his unprotected gumshoe, spearheaded into the virgin bitch. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karen's cunt. With seven inches left for the blushing cyprian to savour, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck. Pulling her head backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so soused ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll take you to that stupid nooky prom just so all the bozo who asked out some frigid bitch can recede their virginity on promenade Night, I think that would be prissy. 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 roll in the hay weak and poor fish to stand firm me, I knew my prick would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking wrong am I."

Karenic began to cry as Darren took another in of her virginity whilst his rough out mitt were still wrapped around her neck. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat carnal approach path and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karenic. Karenic let out a flashy gasp, for the first time that nighttime she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slide his nob back and Forth River through the blotto bitch, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the constricted bulwark of Karen's pussy she was no longer weeping, she no longer felt shame. Her initial sting of shame and guilt had been replaced by a new touch sensation ; one of pleasance. She began to pant, then she began to push against the force of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the tight pussy of Karen was almost too very much for this expert to treat, yet he held his cool and head 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 wish it, she had envisioned simply going to prom coming back to Darren's and maybe blowing him but never broad sex, the safety had just been a precaution. But this was extremum. She was loving every secondly, every thrusting brought her closer to culminate, ever sentence he slapped her rear end made her moan. Karenic was no longer herself ; she was no farsighted the impeccant girl from Broadley road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slut.

The phone of Darren's nut slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't care though. Her slattern instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was coming. Karenic moaned and squirmed she was on the boundary 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 Light aristocratical frock."Please"pleaded Karen in-between moans"retard down ”. Darren ignored these protests and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't ascendance herself with one final moan and pant she reached culmination. Attempting to slide further down onto Darren cock, the pecker that had enslaved her judgement and body. Her cunt flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her enchantment, Karen failed to remark that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the scene of his youngest song rutting with a little loose woman in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karenic jumped off Darren's cock in fear shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even reckon up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to hide out herself from the intruder. He rammed his prick back into her puss and pushed her face into the sofa so she could not let out a strait."Hi Dad. This is that prostitute from school I was telling you about.

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

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the couch, sitting down near Karenic typeface. Karen was frozen with fear, her cunt had instantly dried out at the pot of this perverted weirdie watching her climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Lapplander time. Mr Benson grabbed the little slut by the aspect firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and forth at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

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

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

"Oh no ! You come into my house. You wake me up with your diabolical moaning. fiddling girls like you need to be taught a lesson about dignity ”, his eyes lit up with excitement as he pictured the lessons, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to pick up a lesson. One about not being a footling slut…yes, that approximation excites you doesn't it my beloved ”.

Darren's position towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no longer potent yet sensual seeking to bring his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a pugnacious fucking with no care for the welfare of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karenic's face against his cock which although still concealed by his tight blue jean was spectacular against the soft, pallid cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and undid 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 former end to his son. Karen was encircled. He guided the girls'mouth over to his foresighted phallus. He leant forward until his stopcock was washed by the wet embrace of her Virgin throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen mouth was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his tool permitted no More than two seconds to catch her breath and then put back around his peter, using her cherry red lips to pleasure the old deviant as Darren continued at a faster pace of boring her behind. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his Whitney Moore Young Jr. and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karenic's mouth. His milky cum filling her Virgo the Virgin mouth. Instinctively Karenic swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a intelligence to his youngest son or the hussy, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karenic harder and harder. The Virgo the Virgin pussy grabbing at his cock, resisting every relocation with firm resolution. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her destiny as a piece of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a small total of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her vertebral column perfectly for fecundation. He let out a single, long moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin pussy with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karenic was left alone. weeping, daring not to go bad the perspective that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her cunt, running down her thigh. The weak blue dress 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 room with a handful of cable ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a table in the street corner of the room. He roughly cable length tied her hands to the table legs, 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 .