Karen is a tall and scraggy girl from just outside of Kansas City in the United States of U.S.. She has long red-dyed whisker, brown eyes, pallid pelt and wears bombastic clumsy glass. Karen is looking forward to her gamey School prom to which she is going to with her long-time puppy love, Darren. Little does she make out the aplomb and respectable skin of Darren conceals a dark and dangerous interior and has concocted painful plans for his date.

Karen finished applying her makeup. Her cerise lipstick was perfectly applied and her foundation well faded. Her luscious, red pilus flowed down her dorsum over the sozzled, light blue dress she was wearing that ended at articulatio genus and was low cut sufficiency that you could get a in effect view of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight instant before Darren was coming to pick her up, she picked up her purse 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 atomic number 47 packaged condom and placed it into her purse. Karen didn't program to have to use it, but she felt she had to make for it just in case.



She left her bedroom, going through the residence 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 turmoil, opened the room access to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine courting and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karenic ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karenic turned around and keep out the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly lash out arse to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming grimace to facial expression with Darren, pushing her shiny hair out of her eyes, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his naughty Gerald Ford feast. He led Karen around the car's poke bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her torso until it was resting firmly on her keister ) 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 snap off the inept secrecy,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed"fucking's sake, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to intercept nursing home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karen smiling. They sat in abject secrecy as Darren sped across town to get back to his home. After ten minute of arc, 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 optic"cum inside, just for five hour. You can help me…look in my bedroom ”.

Without saying anything Karen got out of the car, taking a minute to smooth out her dress, and followed Darren to the threshold to his house. 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 face with Karenic's beautiful face. Karenic stopped, their faces just inch apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karen playfully whilst twirling her hair around one of her fingers.

"No, you're rectify. I don't give a piece of ass about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the back of Karen's pass and their lips met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at to the lowest degree two eld, for Darren to find fault up the courage and take what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, ineffective to do anything ; her instinct fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arse roughly through the lite blue angel clothes, Karen squealed at the harsh treatment but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy hired hand onto each of Karen'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. Karen landed spread eagled on the lounge, her branch apart and blazonry splayed behind her head."Darren, I've left my purse in your car. It has a condom in…just gim me a minute ”.

Darren leaned over Karenic 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 human knee by her randy date. She could see his gasp begin to bag as soon as she was at his clemency, Karenic knew this was going to pass off, she may as well revel it. Darren pulled at Karen's clothes. Through raw strength, 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 slight panty. The rest of Karen's frock became loose. She dared not propel, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a boisterous scag on her au naturel tooshie and then two crude hands working their way around her panties and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thighs. Karen was open now and completely at Darren's mercy. Karenic remained in position, urging Darren to hire action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his smash buckle and then his trousers slumping to the flat coat in a galvanic pile. Darren slowly walked across the lounge trading floor, his rock-hard phallus in his manus towards his woman. Darren joined Karen on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inch nearly gracing her unguarded clit with contact. Darren bestow forward, know his putz was touching her snatch, her grabbed his female child by the end of her prospicient red hair, pulling her spinal column harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an angry, extraterrestrial being tone.

Karen let out a subdued whimper in response. The two door to the room were panoptic unfastened, the social movement room access to the theater remained unlocked and the curtains remained undraw allowing any passer a clear-cut view of a little slovenly woman losing her virginity on the night of her prom. Darren released her hair, 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 accomplish her duty to Darren, her duty as a woman.

Darren spread Karenic's hindquarters face with his fifth wheel hand with his ovolo brushing against her clit- using his scanty hand to run his penis into his promenade day of the month. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karenic to wince whilst trembling with anticipation. Darren continued with his unprotected gumshoe, spearheaded into the Virgo the Virgin pussy. Soon his total tip had worked its way into Karen's cunt. With seven inches left for the blushing sporting lady to enjoy, Darren lent forward ( inserting another inch as he did so ), grabbing Karen by the neck. 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 guide you to that stupid fucking prom just so all the guys who asked out some frigid bitch can lose their virginity on prom nighttime, I think that would be prissy. 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 eff faint and stupid to resist me, I knew my putz would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking faulty am I."

Karen began to cry as Darren took another inch of her virginity whilst his pugnacious hands were still wrapped around her neck. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow, somewhat carnal approach and forced the remaining five column inch of his steely rod into Karen. Karen let out a loudly gasp, for the initiatory fourth dimension that Night she felt an ounce of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls cryptic ) began to slide his nob back and forth through the crocked snatch, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the contract paries of Karen's slit she was no longer shout, she no longer felt shame. Her initial pangs of ignominy and guilt had been replaced by a new feeling ; one of pleasure. She began to heave, then she began to fight against the military group of Darren slamming into her puss. Darren was moaning too, the miserly twat of Karen was almost too much for this expert to handle, yet he held his cool and head off 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. 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 wide sex, the safe had just been a precaution. 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 groan. Karen was no farsighted herself ; she was no thirster the clean-handed little girl from Broadley road, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slut.

The speech sound of Darren's clod slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karenic didn't precaution though. Her jade 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 sharpness was, she leaned back with Darren wrapping his muscly arm around her neck opening, her bosom still concealed by the brightness level blue dress."Please"pleaded Karen in-between moans"retard down ”. Darren ignored these protests and continued thrusting. Karen couldn't control herself with one final groan and gasp she reached climax. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren tool, the cock that had enslaved her creative thinker and trunk. Her puss flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the lounge.

In her trance, Karenic failed to notice that a tall man was standing in the doorcase observing the scene of his youngest song rutting with a little slut in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's turncock 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 prick back into her cunt and pushed her facial expression into the sofa so she could not utter a sound."Hi Dad. This is that whore from school I was telling you about.

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

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

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the sofa, sitting down near Karenic typeface. Karen was frozen with fright, her cunt had instantly dried out at the sight of this perverted creep watching her climax. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the like time. Mr Benson grabbed the little slut by the facial expression firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and forth at the mercy of Darren's thrusts.

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

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

"Oh no ! You come into my house. You wake me up with your infernal moaning. petty missy like you need to be taught a deterrent example about self-worth ”, his eyes lit up with excitement as he pictured the lessons, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to instruct a lesson. One about not being a little slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my dear ”.

Darren's attitude towards Karen had changed since his beginner had sat down. It was no longer strong yet sensual seeking to bring his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a rough fucking with no attention for the welfare of Karen's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen's face against his cock which although still concealed by his compressed denim was striking against the soft, blanch cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and undid his belt. 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 missy'mouth over to his long member. He slant forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her Virgo 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 tool permitted no more than two seconds to arrest her breath and then put back around his dick, using her cherry red sass to pleasure the old deviant as Darren continued at a faster pace of boring her stern. 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 virgin oral cavity. Instinctively Karen swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a countersign 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 kitty-cat grabbing at his shaft, resisting every motion with firm firmness. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her circumstances 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 backrest perfectly for impregnation. He let out a ace, farseeing moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin cunt with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the elbow room.

Karen was left alone. call, daring not to break the position that she had been placed into by her master. The cum began to trickle out of her snatch, running down her second joint. The calorie-free blue air apparel that had hugged her now violated and deflowered body was now ripped and creased by the relentless fucking she had endured.

After about five minutes of isolation, Darren re-entered the way with a fistful of cable's length ties. He grabbed Karen roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a table in the turning point of the room. He roughly cable television service tied her bridge player to the table pegleg, Karen did not make bold resist. She knew what was going to happen to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .