Karen is a tall and skinny girl from just outside of Kaw River City in the United State of U.S.A.. She has long red-dyed hair, dark-brown eyes, blench skin and vesture big unwieldy chalk. Karen is looking forward to her high up schoolhouse prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she know the cool and honorable skin of Darren conceals a dark and severe DoI and has concocted frightful architectural plan for his date.

Karen finished applying her war paint. Her carmine lipstick was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her luscious, red hair's-breadth flowed down her back over the tight, light-colored blue dress she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut enough that you could get a good purview of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight minutes before Darren was coming to pick her up, she picked up her handbag 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 report inside until she located a silver packaged condom and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't plan to stimulate to use it, but she felt she had to bring 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 day of the month to arrive. Exactly on time there was a firm knock on the door. Karen, springing with excitement, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine suit and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karenic ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and shut the threshold, shamelessly advertising her perfectly rounded arse to Darren as she locked the doorway. She turned around coming face to fount with Darren, pushing her shiny whisker out of her optic, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his blue Ford Fiesta. He led Karen around the car's hood ( his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her arse ) and then opened the passenger's threshold 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 pause the awkward silence,"So…you got your tag then ? ”.

Darren felt at the breast air pocket of his sports jacket and then exclaimed"shag's rice beer, I've forgotten it. I'll just possess to stop domicile on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worry"replied Karen smiling. They sat in scurvy quiet as Darren sped across townspeople to get back to his home. After ten minutes, 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 John Brown eyes"Come inside, just for five minutes. You can help me…look in my bedroom ”.

Without saying anything Karenic got out of the car, taking a second to smooth out her dress, and followed Darren to the door to his menage. He pushed it heart-to-heart and rushed inside then moving quickly to a room on the immediate left wing, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming face to face with Karen's beautiful face. Karen stopped, their faces just in 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 fall in a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the back of Karenic's head and their mouth met. Karenic reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at to the lowest degree two years, for Darren to pluck up the courage and take what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, ineffective to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her hind end roughly through the lightly blue angel garb, Karen squealed at the raspy 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 border 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 branch apart and arms splayed behind her principal."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 lounge and whispered into her ear,"I'll puff out ”. Before Karen could say anything, she was turned over onto her knees by her randy date. She could see his gasp begin to bulge as soon as she was at his mercifulness, Karen knew this was going to chance, she may as well delight it. Darren pulled at Karen's apparel. Through raw persuasiveness, Darren was capable to strip the dress from Karen's rear end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her backside barely covered by her thin scanty. The rest of Karen's dress became liberal. She dared not act, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a rough smack on her bare arse and then two gravelly hands working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her tenuous thigh. Karenic was receptive now and completely at Darren's mercifulness. Karen remained in position, urging Darren to take aim action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to hide her fearfulness from him.

Karenic heard the click of Darren undoing his rap buckle and then his trouser slumping to the land in a batch. Darren slowly walked across the lounge base, his rock-hard penis in his hired man towards his woman. Darren joined Karenic on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inch nearly gracing her unguarded clit with liaison. Darren lent forward, be intimate his peter was touching her twat, her grabbed his fille by the end of her long red hair, pulling her spinal column harshly."I've been waiting for this. For geezerhood. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an angry, alien tone.

Karenic let out a subdued whimper in response. The two doors to the room were wide open, the movement door to the house remained unbarred and the drapery remained undraw allowing any passers-by a clean-cut position of a little trollop losing her virginity on the dark of her prom. Darren released her hair, causing her to careen forward. Karenic felt binge began to swell up in her eyes, but she fought back against the unstoppable lunar time period of the tears. She had to fulfil her obligation to Darren, her tariff as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's posterior cheek with his spare mitt with his thumb brushing against her clit- using his spare hand to draw his penis into his prom date. He continued by touching his tip against her slit, causing Karenic to wince whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the virgin slit. Soon his intact tip had worked its way into Karenic's twat. With seven inch left for the blushing cocotte to delight, Darren lent forward ( inserting another column inch 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 lead you to that pillock fucking prom just so all the guys who asked out some frigid gripe can lose their virginity on promenade night, I think that would be courteous. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whimper in response, choked by rent. 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 unaccented and stupid to resist me, I knew my dick would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking damage 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 carnal approach and forced the remaining five inches of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a loud pant, for the initiatory fourth dimension that night she felt an snow leopard of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls recondite ) began to slue his nob back and Forth through the close cunt, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his putz rubbing harshly against the constricted rampart of Karen's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt shame. Her initial stab of shame and guilt had been replaced by a new tactual sensation ; one of pleasure. She began to puff, then she began to push against the force of Darren slamming into her puss. Darren was moaning too, the tight pussycat of Karen was almost too very 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 care it, she had envisioned simply going to prom coming back to Darren's and maybe blowing him but never full sex, the condom had just been a precaution. But this was extremum. She was loving every second, every thrust brought her closer to climax, ever time he slapped her tail end made her moan. Karen was no longer herself ; she was no farseeing the sinless little girl from Broadley route, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's loose woman.

The sound of Darren's Lucille Ball slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the household, Karen didn't caution though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal which was sexual climax. Karenic 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 cervix, her knocker still concealed by the wanton blue dress."Please"pleaded Karen in-between moans"slow down ”. Darren ignored these protests and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control condition herself with one last moan and pant she reached climax. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren dick, the cock that had enslaved her mind and organic structure. Her twat flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her snatch and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her trance, Karen failed to notice that a grandiloquent man was standing in the doorframe observing the setting of his young call rutting with a little slattern in a beautiful garb. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's cock in veneration shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even appear up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to obliterate herself from the intruder. He rammed his prick back into her cunt and pushed her face into the lounge so she could not emit 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 mind son."

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

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karenic side. Karen was frozen with concern, her cunt had instantly dried out at the sight of this perverted weirdie watching her flood tide. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Lapp metre. Mr Benson grabbed the little adulteress 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, little 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 darned moaning. Little girls like you need to be taught a object lesson about self-respect ”, his centre lit up with agitation as he pictured the lessons, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to learn a example. One about not being a little slut…yes, that thought excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no longer strong yet sensual seeking to bring his womanhood to orgasm, it had changed to a uncut fucking with no maintenance for the welfare of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's face against his cock which although still concealed by his pie-eyed jeans was prominent against the balmy, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and undid his knock. His trousers instantly fell down with his pants dropping almost on top of his son's. He walked over to the lounge, kneeling on it at the early end to his son. Karen was encircled. He guided the girls'mouth over to his hanker genus Phallus. He leant forward until his dick was washed by the wet bosom of her Virgo the Virgin throat. With every poke completed by his fit son, Karen mouth was impaled further upon Mr Benson's rooster.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no More than two seconds to catch her breathing time and then put back around his cock, using her cherry tree red lip to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a immobile pace of drilling her behind. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his young and energetic son and he soon exploded in Karen's mouth. His milky cum filling her Virgo the Virgin mouth. Instinctively Karenic swallowed the cargo. 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 pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The virgin pussy grabbing at his peter, resisting every move with unwaveringly resolution. 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 spinal column perfectly for impregnation. He let out a single, farsighted moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Karenic was left alone. Crying, daring not to erupt the position that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her bitch, running down her thigh. The calorie-free blue dress that had hugged her now violated and deflowered consistence 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 crosstie. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair's-breadth and dragged her over to a table in the corner of the way. He roughly cable tied her hands to the table wooden leg, 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 .