Karen is a magniloquent and skinny lady friend from just outside of Kansas urban center in the United States of U.S.A.. She has long red-dyed hair, brown eyes, blanch skin and wearing large ungainly glasses. Karen is looking forward to her senior high school School prom to which she is going to with her long-time press, Darren. Little does she make out the cool and respectable skin of Darren conceals a nighttime and dangerous inside and has concocted terrible plan for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her cherry-red lipstick was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her yummy, red hair flowed down her back over the tight, light blueing wearing apparel she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut enough 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 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 packaged condom and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't plan to have to use it, but she felt she had to contribute it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the hall and down the step. She straightened her frock in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to arrive. Exactly on prison term there was a firm bang on the door. Karen, springing with excitement, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine suit and with his embrown fuzz slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and exclude the threshold, shamelessly advertising her perfectly polish up seat to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming boldness to face with Darren, pushing her shiny hair out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his escort and walked her over to his gloomy President Ford Fiesta. He led Karen around the car's hood ( his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her bum ) and then opened the rider's threshold allowing her to sit down. He then walked back and climbed into the driver's seat.

As Darren started the locomotive and moved off down the street Karenic began to give way the awkward quiet,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest pouch of his blazer and then exclaimed"Fuck's interest, I've forgotten it. I'll just bear to stop household on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no vexation"respond Karen smiling. They sat in abject secretiveness as Darren sped across town 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 Karen and looked her in her brown 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 moment to shine out her dress, and followed Darren to the threshold to his theater. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a elbow room on the immediate left, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming face to fount with Karen's beautiful aspect. Karen stopped, their faces just inches apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karenic playfully whilst twirling her haircloth around one of her fingers.

"No, you're correctly. I don't cave in a roll in the hay about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his condemnation. He grabbed the back of Karen's head and their lips met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two years, for Darren to pick up the braveness and take what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, unable to do anything ; her instinct fully took over. Darren grabbed at her buns roughly through the light up blueing dress, Karen squealed at the bumpy 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 sofa at the edge of the elbow room. Darren took his hands-off Karenic's bum and pushed her roughly onto the couch. Karen landed cattle farm eagled on the sofa, her stage apart and munition splayed behind her head."Darren, I've left my purse in your car. It has a condom in…just gim me a second base ”.

Darren leaned over Karen as she lay vulnerable on the sofa and whispered into her ear,"I'll pull out ”. Before Karenic could say anything, she was turned over onto her knees by her randy appointment. She could see his pant begin to bug out 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 durability, Darren was able to strip the dress from Karen's butt end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her slim down panty. The rest of Karenic's frock became loose. She dared not travel, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a rough smooch on her naked arse and then two raspy hand working their way around her panty and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her melt off second joint. Karen was open now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karenic remained in position, urging Darren to charter activity against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to hold back her fright from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his belt ammunition warp and then his pant slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard penis in his bridge player towards his woman. Darren joined Karenic on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clit with physical contact. Darren add forward, know his putz was touching her cunt, her grabbed his girl by the end of her long red pilus, pulling her backbone harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an angry, alien tone.

Karenic let out a subdued whimper in answer. The two threshold to the way were extensive open, the front door to the firm remained unlocked and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passer a sort out purview of a fiddling strumpet losing her virginity on the Nox of her prom. Darren released her whisker, causing her to lurch forward. Karen felt weeping began to swell up in her heart, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the crying. She had to fulfil her duty to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse brass with his spare hand with his quarter round brushing against her clit- using his spare hand to guide his penis into his prom date. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karen to wince whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected prick, spearheaded into the virgin cunt. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karenic's snatch. With seven inch left for the blushing whore to revel, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karenic by the cervix. Pulling her psyche 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 fucking prom just so all the guy wire who asked out some frigid cunt can lose their virginity on promenade night, I think that would be nice. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whine in response, choked by tear. 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 do it decrepit and pudding head to hold out me, I knew my dick would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking unseasonable am I."

Karen began to cry as Darren took another inch of her virginity whilst his rough handwriting were still wrapped around her cervix. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the behind, somewhat sensual glide path and forced the remaining five in of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a loudly gasp, for the first sentence that night she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slew his nob back and forth through the tight slit, Karenic moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the constricted walls of Karenic's twat she was no longer vociferation, she no longer felt shame. Her initial sting of disgrace and guiltiness had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of pleasure. She began to pant, then she began to push against the force of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the mean pussy of Karenic was almost too a great deal for this expert to wield, yet he held his cool and averted disaster.

Darren was digging deep into Karenic. Though she was a Virgo the 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 condom had just been a precaution. But this was extremum. She was loving every irregular, every jab brought her closer to climax, ever time he slapped her keister made her moan. Karenic was no longer herself ; she was no longer the innocent young woman from Broadley Road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slattern.

The strait of Darren's orchis slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't forethought though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate goal 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 gloomy dress."Please"pleaded Karen in-between moan"slow down ”. Darren ignored these protestation and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control herself with one concluding moan and pant she reached climax. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren cock, the cock that had enslaved her mind and torso. Her kitty-cat flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her trance, Karen failed to point out that a improbable man was standing in the doorcase observing the vista of his vernal song rutting with a piddling slut in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's prick in fear shouting loudly"What the screw ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to hide herself from the intruder. He rammed his turncock back into her cunt and pushed her face into the sofa so she could not utter a sound."Hi Dad. This is that harlot 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 unite in like you used to with Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully give out in this little prostitute"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the lounge, sitting down near Karenic face. Karen was frozen with care, her puss had instantly dried out at the batch of this perverted creep watching her flood tide. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the same fourth dimension. Mr Benson grabbed the small slut by the face firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and Forth River at the clemency 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 theater. You wake me up with your goddamned moaning. short lady friend like you need to be taught a lesson about dignity ”, his eyes lit up with excitement as he pictured the moral, he would instruct Karen."Oh no, I think you need to learn a lesson. One about not being a little slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my darling ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no longer inviolable yet sensual seeking to impart his fair sex to orgasm, it had changed to a rough fucking with no upkeep for the welfare of Karenic's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's face against his cock which although still concealed by his tight jean was prominent against the soft, picket cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and loosen his belt. His trousers instantly fell down with his pants dropping almost on top of his son's. He walked over to the couch, kneeling on it at the other end to his son. Karen was encircled. He guided the girls'mouth over to his recollective phallus. He leant forward until his cock was washed by the wet embracement of her Virgo the Virgin throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen mouth was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karenic choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no to a greater extent than two second base to catch her breath and then put back around his tool, using her cherry red lips to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a libertine step of boring her tooshie. 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 lip. Instinctively Karen swallowed the consignment. Mr Benson stood up and without a word to his unseasoned son or the hussy, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the pace, fucking Karen harder and harder. The Virgin pussycat grabbing at his cock, resisting every move with unwaveringly closure. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fate as a bit of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a small amount of pre-cum. He grabbed Karenic's long-hair, arching her dorsum perfectly for impregnation. He let out a single, foresightful moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his cum. He stood up and walked out of the elbow room.

Karenic was left alone. Crying, daring not to break down the position that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her cunt, running down her second joint. The lightheaded 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 moment of isolation, Darren re-entered the room with a fistful of cable affiliation. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a board in the corner of the elbow room. He roughly cable tied her work force to the table legs, Karen did not make bold resist. She knew what was going to bechance to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .