Karen is a improbable and skinny little girl from just outside of Kansas city in the United country of United States of America. She has long red-dyed hair, brown eyes, pale skin and vesture heavy clunky field glass. Karen is looking forward to her luxuriously schooltime prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she know the cool and estimable skin of Darren conceals a nighttime and dangerous interior and has concocted painful program for his date.

Karen finished applying her make-up. Her cherry-red lip rouge was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her back over the slopped, wanton blue angel garb she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut sufficiency that you could get a in effect view of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight min before Darren was coming to pick her up, she picked up her bag 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 cobwebs she opened it. She reached through the papers inside until she located a atomic number 47 packaged rubber and placed it into her bag. Karen didn't plan 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 stairs. She straightened her dress in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on time there was a loyal rap on the threshold. Karen, springing with excitement, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine wooing and with his Brown hair's-breadth slicked back neatly."Wow Karenic ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and shut the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly rounded arse to Darren as she locked the threshold. She turned around coming facial expression 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 low-spirited Ford fete. He led Karen around the car's hood ( his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her fanny ) 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 locomotive engine and moved off down the street Karen began to break the uneasy silence,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

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

"It's ok, no headache"reply Karenic smiling. They sat in abject muteness as Darren sped across townsfolk to get back to his house. After ten min, 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 Karenic and looked her in her brownish centre"Come inside, just for five minutes. You can help me…look in my bedroom ”.

Without saying anything Karen got out of the car, taking a bit to smoothen out her wearing apparel, and followed Darren to the door to his sign of the zodiac. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a room on the straightaway left, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming nerve to face with Karen's beautiful face. Karenic stopped, their faces just in apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karen playfully whilst twirling her whisker around one of her fingers.

"No, you're decently. I don't give a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the back of Karen's head and their back talk met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at to the lowest degree two long time, for Darren to pluck up the courage and take what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, ineffectual to do anything ; her inherent aptitude fully took over. Darren grabbed at her tail end roughly through the brightness blue apparel, Karen squealed at the rough discourse but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy hands onto each of Karenic'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 lounge. Karen landed spread eagled on the sofa, her legs apart and arms splayed behind her promontory."Darren, I've left my bag in your car. It has a condom in…just gim me a indorse ”.

Darren leaned over Karenic as she lay vulnerable on the couch and whispered into her ear,"I'll puff out ”. Before Karenic could say anything, she was turned over onto her knee joint by her randy date. She could see his pants begin to protrude as soon as she was at his mercy, Karen knew this was going to hap, she may as well savour it. Darren pulled at Karen's dress. Through raw persuasiveness, Darren was able to discase the dress from Karen's fanny end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her tail end barely covered by her slim down step-in. The rest of Karen's frock became loose. She dared not move, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a fierce savour on her raw fundament and then two fierce hands working their way around her panty and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her dilute second joint. Karen was clear now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to take action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his belt warp and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly walked across the sofa floor, his rock-hard member in his hand towards his fair sex. Darren joined Karenic on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight column inch nearly gracing her unguarded clit with contact. Darren add forward, know his putz was touching her cunt, her grabbed his lady friend 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 angry, alien tone.

Karen let out a subdued whimper in response. The two room access to the room were extensive open, the front door to the house remained unbolted and the drape remained undraw allowing any passer a sort out thought of a short slattern losing her virginity on the nighttime of her promenade. Darren released her hair, causing her to lurch forward. Karen felt rent began to well up in her oculus, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the weeping. She had to fulfil her responsibility to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's asshole impudence with his spare script with his thumb brushing against her clit- using his surplus hand to head his phallus into his prom escort. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karenic to cringe whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the virgin cunt. Soon his stallion tip had worked its way into Karenic'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 head backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so slopped ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll take you to that stupid screwing prom just so all the guys who asked out some frigid beef can miss their virginity on prom night, I think that would be nice. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whine 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 hump sapless and stupid to stand me, I knew my dick would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking wrong am I."

Karen began to cry as Darren took another inch of her virginity whilst his approximative work force were still wrapped around her cervix. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat sensual approach and forced the remaining five column inch of his steely rod into Karenic. Karen let out a brassy gasp, for the low time that night she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls cryptical ) began to slew his nob back and forth through the besotted bitch, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his peter rubbing harshly against the constricted paries of Karen's pussy she was no longer rallying cry, she no longer felt shame. Her initial pangs of pity and guilt had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of pleasure. She began to puff, then she began to press against the force of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the compressed pussycat of Karen was almost too much for this expert to handle, yet he held his aplomb and averted 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. 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 safe had just been a precaution. But this was extremum. She was loving every moment, every knife thrust brought her closer to culminate, ever fourth dimension he slapped her bottom made her groan. Karen was no thirster herself ; she was no longer the innocent lady friend from Broadley road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slut.

The sound of Darren's clod slapping against Karenic's hind echoed throughout the planetary house, Karen didn't care though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate finish which was orgasm. 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 light blue-blooded wearing apparel."Please"pleaded Karen in-between moans"slow down ”. Darren ignored these protest and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control herself with one final moan and gasp she reached climax. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren cock, the cock that had enslaved her thinker and body. Her kitty-cat flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her twat and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her spell, Karen failed to notice that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the scene of his untested song rutting with a little slut in a beautiful attire. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's cock in fear shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even take care up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to obliterate herself from the intruder. He rammed his cock back into her cunt and pushed her face into the sofa so she could not emit a sound."Hi Dad. This is that whore from school I was telling you about.

"Oh in good order"replied Mr Benson"I watched her cum. You've completely melted her brain son."

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

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karen face. Karenic was frozen with veneration, her cunt had instantly dried out at the sight of this perverted weirdie watching her climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Lapp clock time. Mr Benson grabbed the little slut by the boldness firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and Forth at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

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

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

"Oh no ! You come into my sign of the zodiac. You wake me up with your infernal moaning. Little little girl like you need to be taught a moral about dignity ”, his eyes lit up with excitation as he pictured the lessons, he would learn Karen."Oh no, I think you need to learn a lesson. One about not being a piffling slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karenic had changed since his male parent had sat down. It was no longer strong yet animal seeking to bring his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a roughly fucking with no concern for the welfare of Karenic's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's face against his tool which although still concealed by his tight jean was outstanding against the voiced, pallid cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and undid his bash. His trousers instantly fell down with his trouser dropping almost on top of his son's. He walked over to the sofa, kneeling on it at the other end to his son. Karen was encircled. He guided the lady friend'mouth over to his long phallus. He leant forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her Virgo throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen sassing was impaled further upon Mr Benson's tool.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no more than than two seconds to arrest her breath and then put back around his pecker, using her cherry red sassing to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a faster pace of drilling her rump. Though Mr Benson had none of the staying power of his young and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karenic's mouth. His milky cum filling her virgin sass. Instinctively Karenic swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a Logos to his youngest son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin cunt grabbing at his rooster, resisting every move with truehearted declaration. 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 vertebral column perfectly for fertilisation. He let out a single, hanker groan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karen was left alone. vociferation, daring not to stop the positioning that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her cunt, running down her thigh. The light blue dress that had hugged her now violated and deflowered consistency was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five transactions of isolation, Darren re-entered the elbow room with a handful of cable tie-up. He grabbed Karen roughly by the haircloth and dragged her over to a table in the corner of the way. He roughly overseas telegram tied her helping hand to the table ramification, Karen did not defy resist. She knew what was going to chance to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .