Karen is a tall and skinny girl from just outside of Kansas metropolis in the United res publica of US. She has long red-dyed pilus, brown eyes, pale skin and wears with child ungainly glasses. Karen is looking forward to her High School promenade 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 dangerous Interior Department and has concocted terrible plans for his date.

Karenic finished applying her makeup. Her crimson lip rouge was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her rachis over the soaked, sluttish blue dress she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut enough that you could get a commodity view of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight minutes before Darren was coming to find fault her up, she picked up her pocketbook and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karen knelt to the storey and reached under her untidy bed, she reached around until she grabbed a smutty 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 plan to take to use it, but she felt she had to bring it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the anteroom and down the steps. She straightened her dress in the hallway mirror and waited for her date to make it. Exactly on time there was a stiff whang on the threshold. Karen, springing with exhilaration, opened the door to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine courting and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karen turned around and keep out the threshold, shamelessly advertising her perfectly rounded arse to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming face to face with Darren, pushing her shiny haircloth out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his particular date and walked her over to his blue Ford fete. He led Karenic around the car's hood ( his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her butt ) 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 locomotive engine and moved off down the street Karen began to break in the awkward quiet,"So…you got your slate then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest air hole of his blazer and then exclaimed"fucking's sake, I've forgotten it. I'll just receive to stop home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karen smiling. They sat in low secretiveness as Darren sped across townspeople to get back to his family. 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 arrest, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown eyes"Come inside, just for five moment. You can help me…look in my bedchamber ”.

Without saying anything Karenic got out of the car, taking a mo to shine out her dress, and followed Darren to the door to his theater. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a room on the straightaway left field, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming cheek to font with Karen's beautiful face. Karen stopped, their faces just inches apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karenic playfully whilst twirling her hairsbreadth around one of her fingers.

"No, you're right. I don't give a fuck about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his prison term. He grabbed the back of Karen's mind and their lips met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at to the lowest degree two year, for Darren to pick up the courage and look at what he wanted. Karenic stood motionless, unable to do anything ; her instincts fully took over. Darren grabbed at her backside roughly through the luminosity bluing dress, Karen squealed at the rough 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 lounge at the edge 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 peg apart and arms splayed behind her drumhead."Darren, I've left my pocketbook in your car. It has a safety in…just gim me a second ”.

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 knees by her randy date. She could see his pants begin to bulge out as soon as she was at his mercy, Karen knew this was going to materialize, she may as well enjoy it. Darren pulled at Karen's dress. Through raw intensity, Darren was able-bodied to undress the wearing apparel from Karenic's nurture end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her slender panties. The residual of Karen's dress became unloosen. She dared not proceed, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a rough smack on her naked hind end and then two rough paw working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her lean thighs. Karenic was spread now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karen remained in placement, urging Darren to strike activeness against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karenic heard the click of Darren undoing his swath buckle and then his trouser slumping to the ground in a galvanic pile. Darren slowly walked across the lounge floor, his rock-hard penis in his hired man towards his woman. Darren joined Karen on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded button with contact. Darren lend forward, fuck 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 historic period. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an tempestuous, unknown tone.

Karenic let out a subdued whine in response. The two doors to the room were wide open, the social movement doorway to the sign of the zodiac remained unsecured and the pall remained undraw allowing any passer a sort out view of a little slut losing her virginity on the night of her promenade. Darren released her haircloth, causing her to swag forward. Karen felt split began to well up in her heart, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the tears. She had to fulfil her duty to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse cheek with his supererogatory hand with his thumb brush against her clit- using his spare hand to guide his member into his prom date. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karen to wince whilst trembling with prediction. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the virgin cunt. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karenic's cunt. With seven in left for the blushing bawd 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 blind drunk ! I think after I've had my way with you, I'll train you to that stupid screw prom just so all the guy cable who asked out some frozen bitch can turn a loss their virginity on promenade night, I think that would be nice. Don't you ?

Karenic 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 piece of tail weak and stupid to resist me, I knew my pecker 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 rough deal were still wrapped around her neck opening. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the sluggish, somewhat sultry approach and forced the remaining five column inch of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a loud gasp, for the first of all clock time that night she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slide his nob back and forth through the stiff cunt, Karenic moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the compress rampart of Karenic's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt disgrace. Her initial pangs of shame and guilt had been replaced by a new intuitive feeling ; one of joy. She began to pant, then she began to advertise against the personnel of Darren slamming into her pussy. Darren was moaning too, the squiffy pussy of Karenic was almost too a lot for this expert to handle, yet he held his cool and obviate 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. 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 full sex, the condom had just been a guard. But this was extreme. She was loving every second base, every thrust brought her closer to climax, ever time he slapped her arse made her moan. Karenic was no farsighted herself ; she was no foresighted the impeccant young lady from Broadley road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slovenly woman.

The auditory sensation of Darren's chunk slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't care though. Her slut instinct had taken over, she existed only for the prompt 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 teat still concealed by the illume blue attire."Please"pleaded Karenic middle moans"slow down ”. Darren ignored these dissent and continued thrusting. Karenic couldn't controller herself with one final moan and gasp she reached culmination. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren prick, the cock that had enslaved her mind and body. Her puss flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the lounge.

In her trance, Karen failed to observe that a tall man was standing in the doorframe observing the aspect of his youngest song rutting with a little slut in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's cock in veneration shouting loudly"What the fuck ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karenic from behind as she tried to hide herself from the interloper. He rammed his peter back into her cunt and pushed her brass into the lounge so she could not utter a sound."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 connect in like you used to with Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully fail in this small sporting lady"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the couch, sitting down near Karenic face. Karen was frozen with awe, her bitch had instantly dried out at the peck of this sophisticate weirdy watching her sexual climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Lapplander time. Mr Benson grabbed the piffling slut by the aspect firmly with one hired hand, as she lurched back and forth at the mercy 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 house. You wake me up with your infernal moaning. Little girls like you need to be taught a lesson about dignity ”, his heart lit up with excitement as he pictured the lessons, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to learn a deterrent example. One about not being a little slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my heartfelt ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karen had changed since his father had sat down. It was no longer strong yet sensual seeking to contribute his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough fucking with no attention for the welfare of Karen's snatch. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karenic's aspect against his cock which although still concealed by his tight jeans was outstanding against the soft, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and unmake his knock. His pant 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 little girl'mouth over to his long genus Phallus. He run forward until his cock was washed by the wet embracing of her Virgo throat. With every drive completed by his fit son, Karenic mouth was impaled further upon Mr Benson's cock.

Karenic choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his cock permitted no more than two seconds to overtake her intimation and then put back around his gumshoe, using her cerise red sassing to pleasure the old pervert as Darren continued at a faster pace of oil production her can. Though Mr Benson had none of the stamina of his young and gumptious son and he soon exploded in Karen's mouth. His milky cum filling her virgin mouth. Instinctively Karen swallowed the encumbrance. Mr Benson stood up and without a word to his young son or the slut, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the tempo, fucking Karen harder and harder. The Virgin pussy grabbing at his putz, resisting every move with stiff resolution. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her circumstances as a patch of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a small-scale amount of pre-cum. He grabbed Karenic's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for fertilisation. He let out a unmarried, long moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin pussy 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 lord. The cum began to trickle out of her snatch, running down her thigh. The light blue frock that had hugged her now violated and deflowered consistence was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five proceedings of isolation, Darren re-entered the room with a handful of cable railroad tie. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a table in the corner of the room. He roughly cable tied her hand to the table legs, Karen did not dare resist. She knew what was going to come about to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .