Karen is a tall and skinny female child from just outside of Kansas metropolis in the United nation of America. She has long red-dyed hairsbreadth, brown oculus, pale cutis and wearing large unwieldy drinking glass. Karen is looking forward to her luxuriously schoolhouse prom to which she is going to with her long-time crush, Darren. Little does she lie with the assuredness and respectable pelt of Darren conceals a iniquity and dangerous interior and has concocted frightful architectural plan for his date.

Karenic finished applying her war paint. Her cherry-red lipstick was perfectly applied and her introduction well faded. Her luscious, red hair flowed down her back over the tight, light bluing frock she was wearing that ended at knee and was low cut enough that you could get a good eyeshot of her cleavage. It was 8:32. She had eight arcminute before Darren was coming to blame her up, she picked up her pocketbook and slotted it under her arm. Silently Karen knelt to the flooring 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 Ag packaged safe and placed it into her bag. Karen didn't plan to have 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 attire in the hallway mirror and waited for her appointment to go far. Exactly on time there was a business firm bash on the threshold. Karen, springing with turmoil, opened the room access to be greeted by Darren standing in a pristine suit and with his brown hair slicked back neatly."Wow Karen ! You…you look beautiful"said Darren nervously.

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

Karenic turned around and shut out the door, shamelessly advertising her perfectly rounded arse to Darren as she locked the door. She turned around coming side to fount with Darren, pushing her glistening hair out of her optic, Darren put his arm around his date and walked her over to his disconsolate Ford Fiesta. He led Karen around the car's bonnet ( his arm constantly moving down her consistency 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 Karenic began to break the awkward silence,"So…you got your ticket then ? ”.

Darren felt at the chest sack of his blazer and then exclaimed"Fuck's saki, I've forgotten it. I'll just have to stop home on the way. Sorry love"

"It's ok, no worries"replied Karen smiling. They sat in low-down silence 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 prowl forward. As the car screeched to a halt, Darren turned to Karen and looked her in her brown middle"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 consequence to smooth out her dress, and followed Darren to the door to his star sign. He pushed it open and rushed inside then moving quickly to a way on the prompt left, Karen gracefully followed. Darren stopped and turned around, coming face to face with Karen's beautiful face. Karenic stopped, their faces just column inch apart."This isn't your bedroom !"inquired Karen playfully whilst twirling her haircloth around one of her fingers.

"No, you're right. I don't devote a ass about the prom, I just want…. ”, Darren never finished his sentence. He grabbed the back of Karenic's head and their back talk met. Karen reciprocated and got what she'd wanted for at least two old age, for Darren to plunk up the courage and pack what he wanted. Karen stood motionless, ineffectual to do anything ; her instinct fully took over. Darren grabbed at her arsehole roughly through the light wild blue yonder dress, Karenic squealed at the bumpy treatment but ultimately submitted herself fully to her date.

Darren put both of his greedy hands onto each of Karenic's arse-cheeks and moved her towards the couch 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 legs apart and coat of arms splayed behind her headland."Darren, I've left my purse in your car. It has a safety in…just gim me a back ”.

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 articulatio genus by her randy escort. She could see his pants begin to bulge as soon as she was at his mercy, Karen knew this was going to happen, she may as well relish it. Darren pulled at Karenic's dress. Through raw long suit, Darren was capable to leach the dress from Karenic's rear end pulling it up and folding it over, leaving her arse barely covered by her slenderize panty. The remainder of Karen's dress became loose. She dared not motivate, she was obedient, she would do anything Darren asked of her.

Karen felt a rough savor on her defenseless arse and then two rough hands working their way around her panty and quickly ripping them down, leaving them suspended around her thin thighs. Karenic was undecided now and completely at Darren's clemency. Karen remained in stance, urging Darren to take action against her. She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fear from him.

Karen heard the click of Darren undoing his knock buckle and then his trousers slumping to the ground in a pile. Darren slowly walked across the lounge flooring, his rock-hard penis 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 clitoris with contact. Darren lent forward, get laid his dick was touching her cunt, her grabbed his girl by the end of her long red fuzz, pulling her backrest harshly."I've been waiting for this. For ages. Your virginity is mine ”, he whispered in an tempestuous, exotic tone.

Karenic let out a subdued whine in response. The two doors to the room were broad unfold, the nominal head door to the theater remained unlocked and the pall remained undraw allowing any passerby a clean view of a little strumpet losing her virginity on the night of her prom. Darren released her pilus, causing her to shift forward. Karen felt tears began to swell up in her eyes, but she fought back against the unstoppable tide of the tears. She had to live up to her obligation to Darren, her tariff as a woman.

Darren spread Karen's arse nerve with his free hand with his quarter round brushing against her clit- using his spare helping hand to steer his phallus into his prom date. He continued by touching his tip against her cunt, causing Karen to recoil whilst trembling with expectancy. Darren continued with his unprotected dick, spearheaded into the Virgo twat. Soon his entire tip had worked its way into Karen's cunt. With seven inches left for the blushing whore to enjoy, Darren lent forward ( inserting another in 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 take on you to that stupid piece of tail promenade just so all the guys who asked out some icy bitch can suffer their virginity on prom night, I think that would be gracious. 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 get laid unaccented and stupid to withstand me, I knew my dick would be wet before 9 o'clock. I'm not fucking wrongly am I."

Karenic began to cry as Darren took another inch of her virginity whilst his grating hands were still wrapped around her neck. It seemed as though Darren had grown tired of the slow down, somewhat carnal advance and forced the remaining five in of his steely rod into Karen. Karenic let out a tacky gasp, for the first of all time that night she felt an snow leopard of pleasure.

Darren ( now balls deep ) began to slide his nob back and Forth through the tight cunt, Karen moaning as he did so. He continued, his cock rubbing harshly against the constricted rampart of Karen's pussy she was no longer crying, she no longer felt disgrace. Her initial sting of pity and guilty conscience 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 tight pussy of Karen was almost too often for this expert to treat, yet he held his aplomb and avoid 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. 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 extreme point. She was loving every indorsement, every thrust brought her finisher to climax, ever prison term he slapped her arse made her groan. Karen was no longer herself ; she was no longsighted the innocent girl from Broadley route, now she was a slut- more accurately Darren's slovenly woman.

The audio of Darren's nut slapping against Karen's hind echoed throughout the house, Karen didn't attention though. Her strumpet instinct had taken over, she existed only for the immediate finish which was sexual climax. Karenic moaned and squirmed she was on the sharpness 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 mamilla still concealed by the tripping blue dress."Please"pleaded Karen mediate groan"slow down ”. Darren ignored these objection and continued thrusting. Karenic couldn't ascendance herself with one final moan and gasp she reached sexual climax. Attempting to slither further down onto Darren cock, the hammer that had enslaved her brain and eubstance. Her pussy flooded over the massive rod infiltrating her cunt and dripped down onto the sofa.

In her spell, Karenic failed to notice that a grandiloquent man was standing in the doorframe observing the scene of his untried call rutting with a little slovenly woman in a beautiful dress. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren's tool in fright shouting loudly"What the nookie ?"

Darren didn't even look up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to obliterate herself from the interloper. He rammed his cock back into her bitch and pushed her aspect into the lounge so she could not utter a audio."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 join in like you used to with Jacob's girlfriends…we could fully check in this footling harlot"asked Darren never deviating from firmly smashing Karen.

Mr Benson walked calmly over to the lounge, sitting down near Karen face. Karen was frozen with concern, her puss had instantly dried out at the deal of this perverted creep watching her culmination. She had just gotten used to being fucked by Darren, let alone by his dad at the Same clip. Mr Benson grabbed the picayune jade by the human face firmly with one hand, as she lurched back and forth at the mercifulness of Darren's thrusts.

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

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

"Oh no ! You come into my theatre. You wake me up with your damn moaning. Little lady friend like you need to be taught a object lesson about dignity ”, his oculus lit up with fervor as he pictured the object lesson, he would teach Karen."Oh no, I think you need to ascertain a object lesson. One about not being a lilliputian slut…yes, that idea excites you doesn't it my honey ”.

Darren's position towards Karenic had changed since his father had sat down. It was no long strong yet animal seeking to bring his woman to orgasm, it had changed to a gravelly fucking with no care for the upbeat of Karenic's pussy. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karenic's expression against his rooster which although still concealed by his tight jeans was spectacular against the flaccid, pale cheeks.



Mr Benson stood up and undid his knock. His trousers instantly fell down with his trouser 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 girls'mouth over to his long phallus. He angle forward until his cock was washed by the wet embrace of her virgin throat. With every stab completed by his fit son, Karen mouth was impaled further upon Mr Benson's putz.

Karen choked. She was pulled roughly by Benson off his dick permitted no more than two seconds to catch her breathing space and then put back around his hawkshaw, using her cherry red lips to pleasure the old deviant as Darren continued at a loyal pace of drilling her tush. 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 sassing. Instinctively Karen swallowed the load. Mr Benson stood up and without a word to his untried son or the jade, he walked out of the room.

Darren instantly picked up the tread, fucking Karen harder and harder. The Virgin pussy grabbing at his rooster, resisting every relocation with firm resolution. Karen no longer moaned or trembled she simply stayed still accepting her fate as a piece of music of fuckmeat. Darren eventually came to orgasm announced by a small sum of pre-cum. He grabbed Karen's long-hair, arching her back perfectly for impregnation. He let out a ace, longsighted moan as he flooded the no-longer-virgin snatch with his ejaculate. He stood up and walked out of the room.

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

After about five minutes of closing off, Darren re-entered the way with a handful of cable system link. He grabbed Karenic roughly by the hair and dragged her over to a table in the corner of the room. He roughly overseas telegram tied her handwriting to the board wooden leg, Karen did not dare resist. She knew what was going to bump to her. She no longer resisted. She belonged to the Bensons now. She had been broken .