Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in coil, by requirement of her mother. stupefied country gild. She wanted to be far, far away from the golf club, tea clip, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"dolt poor citizenry have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-grey middle, finding nil but acrimony there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light source gray slacks, took one finish lollygag glance at her small skeletal frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country clubhouse public toilet."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her mother, Grace, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our table is waiting !"

Lita heaved a sigh."Sorry, geez, Mom."

Grace pursed her lips."Cut the attitude. It's not very ladylike."

Lita's grannie, Arlene, smiled a small smile, and rolled her oculus at her daughter when Grace wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go receive our tea."Arlene said in her thin, wobbly part. She looped her weedy arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual table in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her buttocks. Lita slumped into her behind, desperate to escape the commonwealth club.

"Only spoiled jerk choose to spend time here,"she thought.

In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down exuberant dishes of fluffy French pancake, soft biscuits, various Malva sylvestris, and flossy ointment. A server came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in presence of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't fuck how anybody can drink in this crap. It tastes awful,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"Grace demanded.

Lita looked up at her mom."Because I don't like tea time."She put as a lot disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chortle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, and observed a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the evacuate chair. At the mesa sat a middle-aged cleaning woman with her blonde fuzz in a French bend, a young lady with brownish hair that appeared to be a partner off long time younger than the boy, and…"The city manager ?"Lita thinking. She squinted her eyes toward the syndicate, and was finally able to direct the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, productive kid at her school. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The sorry share was that he flaunted his riches."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you think of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just love to go ?"seemliness's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

"Sorry, what ?"
Grace sighed impatiently."Weren't you listening to a word I just said ?"

Lita shook her chief."Sorry. I just spaced out for a minute. What did you say ?"

goodwill shook her fountainhead in annoyance."I SAID that I thought it was about clock time for you to go to an all female child'boarding shoal. You're always so rowdy, and it's clip you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eyes widened in horror."Boarding school ? No ! You can't make me go. I'm eightteen !"
"Lita, if you would just listen—"Arlene began.

"No ! I won't listen to this ! I won't go !"Lita stood up quickly from the table, making the dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approach waiters, and past the mayor's board. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed Luke staring at her, but she didn't care if she had made a prospect."I'm so fed up with this life,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the rural area club before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the footing, close to the busy street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the number one wood back to her planetary house. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn't know what.

After a short thrust, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's theater. Lita got out and stood at the AMEX for a spell, staring at the to a fault eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three narration tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a mammoth basement. The Grecian columns that encased the front porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the firm and slammed the door as hard as she could."I've got to get out of here,"she screamed inside. She began pacing through the ridiculously over sized rooms of the main level, a manic anxiousness rising in her pectus. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the total thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the paries by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious.

Her dad's car headstone were hanging on the come-on. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange Dodge charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any subspecies car. A nitrous oxide shoplifter had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 H.P.. It was strong, right, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any boost, Lita snatched the paint from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the release to raise the automatic rifle threshold, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's incline door, the smell of smoothen leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the smell of the old, soft leather underneath her.

She started the car, enthralled by the roaring sound of the suped-up locomotive. She put it in reverse, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure as shooting to close the garage doorway before she drove off down the street.

sitting behind the bicycle of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the succeeding intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speed cashbox she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a hitch beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the fomite next to her. It had a V10 locomotive, topped out at 221 Admiralty mile per 60 minutes, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 cars like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly flush. curious about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the windowpane. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double up yield. His sassing dropped open in surprisal, and Lita watched a ho-hum grin banquet across his face."Who is he ?"Lita opinion. The device driver of the Enzo was wearing dark sunglass that obscured a good portion of his face, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blonde pilus hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring heterosexual ahead and wondering when the luminance would finally be honey oil. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a composition of newspaper against the windowpane with a message scrawled across it in big letters."first base one to the piddle tower win,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the musical composition of paper down, Lita gave him a huge quarter round up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in kind. She looked back at the stoplight, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal laborious, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

An mental image of his triumphant smiling when he won spur Lita into action. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the floor.

The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to commence vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full vesica."torment that bottle of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee public treasury she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the next recess, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was respective blocks ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd lose the race.

Lita's handwriting snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster control condition. She flipped open the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would take fire her speed.

The charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to bristle. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right underneath her hind end. Lita took one script from the bicycle and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within second gear of starting the nitrous oxide relay link, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to pull ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. Excitement built in her bureau, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race.

As her exhilaration continued to build, Lita's nidus on her vesica decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notice or care. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a small pothole in the route, causing the Charger to jolt heavily.

A spurt of pee escaped into her panties, and Lita squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could.

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last-place stretching of route before the weewee tugboat was dirt and rock music. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the make-do road, causing the charger to jounce and jiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete ascendence over her vesica.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light gray falling off. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost pitch blackness, colouring from the pee. She desperately tried to blockade the menstruation, but the bumpy road made it unimaginable. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the relief it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the water towboat, and turned off the ignition of the battery charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the genital organ of her drawers couldn't soak up any more pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her privates and onto the delicate leather beneath her."Dad's going to pour down me for ruining his seat,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excited grin on his facial expression, and began approaching Lita's doorway. Her eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a Brobdingnagian spray of pee flare-up from her crotch.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the trading floor. Finally, mercifully, she finished peeing. When she glanced up at the window, she realized it was too late.

The guy from the Ferrari stood at her window, staring into the car at Lita's lap.

Lita's face reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could aim house. Before she could flex it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even start to contrive an excuse, the guy had reached in and pulled her out of the car, still staring at her wet pants."Wow."

Lita looked down at her cream-colored ballet flats in shame, her red pilus falling into her face."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's chin gently with his fingers. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his head as he studied her.

"I wish I knew who he was,"Lita thought.

Slowly, with his unloosen hand, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglasses. Lita stared in daze as the man was revealed to be…

"Gospel According to Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

"Wow. Lita…you're…so…"Gospel of Luke stopped, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

"I'm so humiliated,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so much, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't maintain it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the need to excuse what happened to this boy whom she despised.

"Don't be embarrassed,"Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a response, Luke gently took Lita's face between his hands and kissed her.

Lita's optic widened in stupor."What is going on here ?"She wondered.

Lita felt Luke's human foot reach behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his deal through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her implements of war went around Luke's neck opening of their own agreement, and she pulled him closer. Gospel of Luke pressed his trunk against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to feel a unlike kind of hullabaloo building in her chest of drawers, a foreign feel. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's middle for confirmation that this was okay. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His sassing grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her Kuki-Chin, and down her neck. When Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a cramp of pleasure, and couldn't keep back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his mouth back to hers, and his knife found its way into her mouth.

Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever French kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the wonder of the instant sump in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet private parts. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to rush from her bladder, soaking his hand. At first-class honours degree, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness begin to spread that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Gospel According to Luke was peeing himself in answer. She looked into his smoldering bluing eyes, and her heart thumped in her breast that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the showtime time, she realized that this boy who acted so clubby was really just a prissy one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's sass back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the feel of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the shoe collar of her shirt, she didn't full stop him. She knew where this bit was going, and she didn't care. She wanted it.

Saint Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to untie the eccentric bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her lips, up her jaw bone, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her spine. As he tried one last time to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her bridge player from behind his back, to his wrists. She guided his palms down to the front of her blouse, and held them there for a second. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft textile of the cashmere blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder strap connect to her bra, as well as the minimum padding it provided.

He was n't sure as shooting, but he thought, he hoped, he could feel a nipple barely poking each

cup. His ovolo rolled around each one, as a slight moan slipped through Lita 's lips.

"Follow my lead,"he said as he spn her around, still groaping, and still nibbling.

His hands began to feed down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her apartment stomach. One mitt settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic haircloth, and landing on her wet private parts. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her warm pussy, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One finger's breadth danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to have sex his helping hand, she took his property on her chest.

This was so new to her, so strange, so wonderful. Her torso began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her twat, and she was so close to experiencing her world-class orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's lower hired man reached in to Lita 's scanty, and started to prod at the mess that defined her as a cleaning woman, his defining feature now poking her in the back. His second paw started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her script up, and the shirt off her physical structure. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waist up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper descend behind her. She did however notice when her hand was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new lover, and looked him up and down. Her regard settled on the large member in her hands, she thought it must be 8 inches long, and 2 inches wide.

"motion your manus,"St. Luke instructed.Lita opened her grip, and was corrected by Gospel According to Luke 's guiding hand.

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her bridge player along his shaft. She set a pace that was comfortable for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness form on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

"Pre cum ?"Lita asked, moving some from his penis to her lips, and loving the taste.

"Yeah,"Luke confirmed, now starting to hunch over her hand as well.

Lita used a finger to tease the tip, and dropped to her knees."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her spit out, she tasted the nectar directly from the reference. It was a bitter sweet sort of mouthful, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked round around the tip.

Saint Luke put his hands on either side of meat of Lita 's head, and pushed forward, separating her mouth and penetrating in to her Virgin rima oris. This action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her backtalk further to his rough mound of pubic hairsbreadth, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard rooster back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex response. One of Lita 's hands went up to explore Gospel According to Luke testis, the other went to play with her clit.

"suction it,"Gospel of Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, keep open going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping sassing."I do n't require to cum before the chief event."He put his hands under Lita 's weapon system and lifted to her substructure, and sat her on the exhaust hood of her car. Guiding her back to lay prostrate, he slid her falling off and green panties off of her with the comparative rest of a professional.

Saint Luke struggled out of his dungaree, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a display of lifting his shirt, to let out a tone upper body. When they were both as naked as the consequence they were born, Gospel of Luke started the upshot that took place 9 month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her hood.

His Rock hard cock was just touching her forbidden lips, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nibble and torture her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulder down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his trunk, and her legs around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Luke resisted, wanting to force this out for as long as he could. He pushed his headspring towards the introduction way of her tunnel, but would not let it inscribe. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself free. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw os, to her neck, throat, shoulders, titty, and nipples.

He latched on to her leave nipple, and started to lick circles around it. His clapper treated the tit itself, as a navigation ship would treat a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's beauty, but never touch."His exit paw pinched her right nipple, and rolled it in opposition rotary. groan now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did here and now before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Gospel According to Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a spirt from meter to time acres on her pubic mound. When Gospel of Luke would push harder against her skin, she would squeeze tighter on his phallus, as if it were a tenseness ballock. All the meter, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's right hand felt downward, between Lita 's branch. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could have got been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such great book, was the same golden dearest. His Spanish pointer finger circled her clit, as his eye finger went inside, and rubberise her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the while of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick manhood, and used her detached deal to push his suckling grimace hard on to her breast. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her torso began to agitate, his finger and clapper stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his lead of kisses and poke, from her left nipple to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick lick, before moving on down her left field thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly candy kiss on the medium tegument under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her second joint with his tongue, ending with a mo Inner Light lick on her love bump, this one making her pant from joy. Smiling from fervour, he gave her another lap before continuing down her compensate thigh, to her right genu, and back up again.

When he landed, a tierce and last fourth dimension on the berth where her light fuzz and legs heart, he began to clobber her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his tongue sent electric shocks through the Virgo body. He set his tongue still, then ran small vertical apoplexy, followed by prompt horizontal CVA. When her consistency felt mightily, he put his blazonry under her legs and lifted her butt off the hood of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying attending to her button, and slid down to her soaking chess opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even low-pitched. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal dominion, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown hollow located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a patch. While he enjoyed the taste of the pee that had flowed there, the resentment of the mess itself did n't appeal to him. The mentation of penetrating this young womans about common soldier of maw however, made his rock candy punishing cock grow even harder.
At this distributor point, Lita had enough, and she needed Gospel According to Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, deep, please,"she begged him, looking deep in to his brightly eyes.

"As you wish, Lita,"he said softly as he crawled back on top of her. Lita felt his hammer bounciness off of her leg, and approach her previously unaffected orifice. As his tip once again touched her brim, his mouth did the Same. There spit danced as their component part joined.

St. Luke 's appendage stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's dent as if it were a hand in a outfit glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the head of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from schematic reality, so aboriginal, it was her paradise on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her maidenhead was broken, but was quickly taken by the Wave of pleasure that being with her first man had brought.

Luke continued twisting her tongue with her, and sliding his penis in and out of her.

His hand tangled in the pilus close to her scalp, holding Lita 's human face to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the background, and matched Luke thrust for thrust. This time, he would n't stop, he would n't perpetrate away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each metre moaning a little louder, and letting out a slim gasp. Her crotch got wet with her passion succus, and she knew it was time, time for her to experience the first orgasm. She bucked up one lastly time, sinking him cryptical interior, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a belly laugh of unimaginable pleasance ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her heart clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt warmth bed covering, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Saint Luke exclaimed, as he pulled costless and pointed his engorged manhood at her face. Several twine of gooey man juice shooting from his tip, hitting her brow to chin, her tit, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea sentence. She stole her forefather infant, she peed in the seats he spent calendar month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hood of his car. She felt unspoilt, she felt bad. She felt undecomposed to be bad.

~SWL & ATL