Karen is a tall and skinny young woman from just outside of Kansa City in the United province of America. She has long red-dyed whisker, brownness eyes, pale skin and wears large clunky glassful. Karen is looking forward to her high school School promenade to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she cognise the cool and healthy peel of Darren conceals a iniquity and dangerous DoI and has concocted fearsome plans for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her reddish lip rouge was perfectly applied and her origination well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her back over the cockeyed, light wild blue yonder dress she was wearing that ended at articulatio genus 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 pick her up, she picked up her purse and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karen 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 silver gray packaged condom and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't architectural plan to own to use it, but she felt she had to lend it just in case.



She left her chamber, going through the hall and down the steps. She straightened her frock in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on metre there was a firm knock on the door. Karen, springing with fervour, opened the room access to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine courtship and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and shut the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly labialise tooshie to Darren as she locked the threshold. She turned around coming face to face with Darren, pushing her glazed hair out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his engagement and walked her over to his blue President Ford fiesta. He led Karen around the car's cowl ( his arm constantly moving down her consistence 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 engine and moved off down the street Karen began to break-dance the sticky silence,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the pectus pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed"Fuck's sake, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to hold back home base on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worry"replied Karen smiling. They sat in abject silence as Darren sped across town to get back to his home. After ten transactions, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to careen forward. As the car screeched to a halt, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown eyes"semen inside, just for five arcminute. You can help me…look in my sleeping accommodation ”.

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 clear and rushed inside then moving quickly to a room on the quick leftfield, Karenic gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming face to facial expression with Karen's beautiful face. Karen stopped, their faces just in apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karenic playfully whilst twirling her hair around one of her fingers.

"No, you're rightfulness. 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 least two years, for Darren to pick up the courage and ingest what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, unable to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her bum roughly through the light blue dress, Karenic squealed at the unsmooth treatment 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 couch at the edge of the room. Darren took his hands-off Karenic's bum and pushed her roughly onto the sofa. Karenic landed spread eagled on the sofa, her legs apart and blazon splayed behind her head."Darren, I've left my handbag in your car. It has a condom in…just gim me a irregular ”.

Darren leaned over Karen 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 knee joint by her randy appointment. She could see his trouser begin to pop out as soon as she was at his clemency, Karen knew this was going to happen, she may as well savour it. Darren pulled at Karen's wearing apparel. Through raw strength, Darren was able to strip the dress from Karen's keister end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her ass barely covered by her lean panties. The rest of Karen's dress became loose. She dared not actuate, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karenic felt a rough smack on her naked arse and then two rough hands working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin second joint. Karen was open now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karen remained in berth, urging Darren to convey action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to hold back her fright from him.

Karenic heard the dog of Darren undoing his belt buckle and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a plenty. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard penis in his hand towards his fair sex. Darren joined Karen on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clit with contact. Darren lent forward, know his dick was touching her snatch, her grabbed his little girl by the end of her long red hair, pulling her back harshly."I've been waiting for this. For geezerhood. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an angry, alien tone.

Karenic let out a reduce whimper in reply. The two doorway to the room were encompassing undefendable, the front door to the house remained unlocked and the drape remained undraw allowing any passers-by a clear view of a little strumpet losing her virginity on the nighttime of her prom. Darren released her fuzz, causing her to shift forward. Karen felt rip began to well up in her eyes, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the tears. She had to carry through her obligation to Darren, her obligation as a woman.

Darren spread Karenic's arse buttock with his redundant hand with his pollex brushing against her clit- using his spare hand to take his penis into his prom engagement. He continued by touching his tip against her slit, causing Karen to squinch whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected gumshoe, spearheaded into the virgin slit. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karen's twat. With seven in left for the blushing tart to enjoy, Darren lent forward ( inserting another in as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck opening. 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 stupefied fucking prom just so all the guy wire who asked out some frigid bitch can lose their virginity on promenade 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 get laid weak and unintelligent to resist 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 column inch of her virginity whilst his rough hands were still wrapped around her neck opening. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat sensual approach and forced the remaining five in of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a garish gasp, for the first fourth dimension that Nox she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls abstruse ) began to slide his nob back and Forth River through the stringent snatch, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the compact walls of Karenic's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt shame. Her initial twinge of disgrace and guilt had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of pleasure. She began to pant, then she began to push against the effect of Darren slamming into her slit. Darren was moaning too, the tight pussy of Karen was almost too much for this expert to handle, yet he held his assuredness and forfend catastrophe.

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 to the full sex, the safety had just been a precaution. But this was extreme point. She was loving every second, every stab brought her closer to culminate, ever clock time he slapped her ass made her moan. Karen was no retentive herself ; she was no longer the clean-handed miss from Broadley road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slut.

The speech sound of Darren's testis slapping against Karenic's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't care though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the quick destination 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 mammilla still concealed by the light blue dress."Please"pleaded Karen in-between groan"slow down ”. Darren ignored these objection and continued thrusting. Karenic couldn't control herself with one final moan and gasp she reached flood tide. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren dick, the cock that had enslaved her mind and body. Her pussy flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her puss and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her trance, Karen failed to notice that a grandiloquent man was standing in the doorframe observing the view of his youngest vocal rutting with a little adulteress in a beautiful apparel. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's hammer in care shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

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

"Oh right"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 Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully interrupt in this little woman of the street"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karenic fount. Karen was frozen with fright, her pussy had instantly dried out at the sight 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 sentence. Mr Benson grabbed the little hussy by the face firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and Forth River at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

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

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

"Oh no ! You come into my business firm. You wake me up with your damned moaning. picayune girls like you need to be taught a lesson about gravitas ”, his eyes lit up with excitement as he pictured the lessons, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to learn a lesson. One about not being a fiddling slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's position towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no longer impregnable yet sensual seeking to work his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough fucking with no care for the eudaemonia of Karen's puss. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's typeface against his cock which although still concealed by his tight jeans was spectacular against the soft, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and untie his swath. 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. Karen was encircled. He guided the female child'mouth over to his foresightful phallus. He run forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her Virgo throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen oral fissure was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no more than two seconds to overtake her breath and then put back around his shaft, using her cherry red rim to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a faster pace of drilling her behind. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his young and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karenic's mouth. His milky cum filling her virgin oral cavity. Instinctively Karen swallowed the consignment. 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 stride, fucking Karenic harder and harder. The virgin kitty-cat grabbing at his putz, resisting every move with firm resolution. Karenic no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fate as a composition 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 saturation. He let out a 1, tenacious moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karen was left alone. cry, daring not to break the billet that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her snatch, running down her thigh. The light blue sky frock 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 elbow room with a handful of cable ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a tabular array in the street corner of the room. He roughly cable length tied her bridge player to the table legs, Karen did not dare resist. She knew what was going to pass to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .