Karen is a tall and underweight little girl from just outside of Kaw River City in the United nation of United States of America. She has long red-dyed haircloth, brownness eyes, pale hide and wears vauntingly gawky eyeglasses. Karen is looking forward to her High shoal prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she love the assuredness and respectable skin of Darren conceals a wickedness and life-threatening interior and has concocted dire plans for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her red lipstick was perfectly applied and her base well faded. Her luscious, red whisker flowed down her rear over the soaked, light blue sky dress 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 mo before Darren was coming to pick her up, she picked up her handbag and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karen knelt to the trading 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 flatware packaged condom and placed it into her bag. Karenic didn't programme to have got 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 apparel in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to come. Exactly on time there was a firm rap on the door. Karen, springing with excitement, opened the threshold to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine suit and with his browned hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karenic ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and shut the threshold, shamelessly advertising her perfectly labialize arse to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming face to face with Darren, pushing her lustrous hair out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his appointment and walked her over to his drab Ford Fiesta. He led Karen around the car's cowling ( his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her bunghole ) and then opened the passenger's door allowing her to sit down. He then walked back and climbed into the number one wood's seat.

As Darren started the engine and moved off down the street Karenic began to bump the awkward silence,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the dresser pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed"shtup's sake, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to stop domicile 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 minutes, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karenic to lurch forward. As the car screeched to a halt, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown eyes"Come inside, just for five minutes. You can help me…look in my bedchamber ”.

Without saying anything Karenic got out of the car, taking a moment to smooth out her wearing apparel, and followed Darren to the door to his house. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a room on the prompt left, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming font to face with Karen's beautiful face. Karen stopped, their faces just inches apart."This isn't your chamber !"inquired Karen playfully whilst twirling her hair around one of her fingers.

"No, you're rectify. I don't pass on a nookie about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his time. He grabbed the back of Karenic's brain and their backtalk met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at to the lowest degree two years, for Darren to pick up the courage and take what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, ineffectual to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the brightness level Amytal attire, Karen squealed at the roughly discourse but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy workforce 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 couch. Karenic landed spread head eagled on the couch, her legs apart and coat of arms splayed behind her head."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 knees by her randy date. She could see his pant begin to pop out as soon as she was at his mercifulness, Karen knew this was going to pass off, she may as well enjoy it. Darren pulled at Karen's clothes. Through raw intensity, Darren was able to strip the dress from Karen's rear end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her thin step-in. The balance of Karen's dress became loose. She dared not locomote, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a harsh smack on her bare fanny and then two harsh manpower working their way around her panty and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thighs. Karenic was candid now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karenic remained in position, urging Darren to deal action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his whack warp and then his pant slumping to the undercoat in a deal. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard member in his hand towards his woman. Darren joined Karenic on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clit with middleman. Darren lent forward, recognize his dick was touching her cunt, her grabbed his 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, unknown tone.

Karen let out a subdued whimper in reaction. The two threshold to the room were wide of the mark open, the breast doorway to the theatre remained unlocked and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passers-by a clear horizon of a little slut losing her virginity on the night of her promenade. Darren released her whisker, causing her to lurch forward. Karen felt tears began to well up in her eyes, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the tears. She had to meet her duty to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's fanny impudence with his spare hand with his thumb brush against her clit- using his spare part mitt to steer his penis into his prom date. He continued by touching his tip against her pussy, causing Karen to wince whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected prick, spearheaded into the virgin cunt. Soon his intact tip had worked its way into Karen's pussy. With seven inches left for the blushing whore to savour, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karenic by the neck. Pulling her head backwards he whispered again into her ear"You're so taut ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll ingest you to that stupid piece of ass promenade just so all the cat who asked out some frosty beef can fall behind their virginity on prom night, I think that would be prissy. Don't you ?

Karen let out a whimper in reaction, 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 have it away frail and stupid 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 inch of her virginity whilst his crude script were still wrapped around her cervix. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat sensual coming and forced the remaining five inch of his steely rod into Karenic. Karen let out a garish pant, for the first meter that night she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slide his nob back and forth through the blind drunk cunt, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the constricted walls of Karen's pussy she was no longer call, she no longer felt shame. Her initial pangs of disgrace and guilt had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of joy. She began to pant, then she began to push against the force of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the closely twat of Karen was almost too a lot for this expert to plow, yet he held his assuredness and averted tragedy.

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 broad sex, the safe had just been a care. But this was extreme. She was loving every second, every stab brought her closer to culminate, ever time he slapped her behind made her moan. Karenic was no thirster herself ; she was no longer the ingenuous lady friend from Broadley Road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slovenly woman.

The sound of Darren's balls slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karenic didn't attention though. Her fornicatress instinct had taken over, she existed only for the contiguous 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 pap still concealed by the light puritanical dress."Please"pleaded Karen middle moans"slow down ”. Darren ignored these protests and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control herself with one final moan and pant she reached climax. Attempting to slide further down onto Darren pecker, the tool that had enslaved her mind and body. Her puss flooded over the monumental rod infiltrating her puss and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her enchantment, Karen failed to remark that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the scenery of his youthful vocal rutting with a little slut in a beautiful wearing apparel. When she looked up, Karenic jumped off Darren's cock in fear shouting loudly"What the shag ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to hide out herself from the interloper. He rammed his shaft back into her cunt and pushed her boldness into the sofa so she could not utter a sound."Hi Dad. This is that woman of the street from school I was telling you about.

"Oh veracious"replied Mr Benson"I watched her cum. You've completely melted her intellect son."

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

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the lounge, sitting down near Karen brass. Karen was frozen with fear, her cunt had instantly dried out at the passel of this perverted creeping watching her sexual climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the same time. Mr Benson grabbed the little loose woman by the face firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and forth at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

"So are you enjoying my son, footling lamb"he whispered.

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

"Oh no ! You come into my theater. You wake me up with your deuced moaning. short fille like you need to be taught a object lesson about dignity ”, his eye lit up with excitement as he pictured the lessons, he would instruct Karen."Oh no, I think you need to ascertain a lesson. One about not being a little slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my lamb ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no farsighted secure yet sensual seeking to impart his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough screwing with no care for the welfare of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's face against his cock which although still concealed by his taut jeans was outstanding against the easygoing, wan cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and unwrap his belt ammunition. His trouser 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. Karenic was encircled. He guided the girls'mouth over to his yearn penis. He angle forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her virgin throat. With every thrust completed by his fit son, Karen sassing was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his shaft permitted no more than two seconds to fascinate her breather and then put back around his dick, using her cherry red lips to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a debauched pace of drilling her bottom. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his vernal and industrious son and he soon exploded in Karen's back talk. His milky cum filling her virgin sass. Instinctively Karen swallowed the load. 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 pussycat grabbing at his rooster, resisting every move with stiff resolution. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fate as a musical 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 fertilisation. He let out a individual, prospicient moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin snatch with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the way.

Karen was left alone. Crying, daring not to break the perspective that she had been placed into by her professional. The cum began to trickle out of her cunt, running down her thigh. The illumination blue garb that had hugged her now violated and deflowered eubstance was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five hour of isolation, Darren re-entered the room with a handful of cable draw. He grabbed Karenic roughly by the tomentum and dragged her over to a table in the corner of the way. He roughly overseas telegram tied her hired hand to the table wooden leg, Karen did not daring resist. She knew what was going to find to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .