Lita stared at her expression in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in ringlet, by demand of her mother. Stupid country cabaret. She wanted to be far, far away from the ball club, tea time, her mom and grandmother, and everything associated with being loaded.

"stupe hapless people have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eyes, finding naught but resentment there.

Rolling her optic, Lita straightened the nonconcentric bow on the shoe collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray slacks, took one last lingering glimpse at her small physical body in the mirror, and stalked out of the nation club restroom."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her female parent, grace of God, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our mesa is waiting !"

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

Grace pursed her back talk."Cut the mental attitude. It's not very ladylike."

Lita's grandmother, Arlene, smiled a humble grinning, and rolled her eyes at her daughter when Grace wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

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

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her cheek and allowed herself to be steered towards her bottom. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to escape the country club.

"Only spoiled jerks choose to spend prison term here,"she thought.

In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down excessive bag of fluffy crepes, frail biscuits, respective high mallow, and flossy ointment. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in social movement of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't know how anybody can drink this poop. It tastes frightful,"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 very much disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chuckle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, and observed a young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the hollow chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blond hair in a Gallic twist, a miss with browned hair that appeared to be a couple yr younger than the boy, and…"The city manager ?"Lita sentiment. She squinted her heart toward the family, and was finally able to aim the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst parting 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 ?"grace of God's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

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

Lita's middle 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 tabular array, making the dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

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

Lita hurried out of the country club before her female parent could come up after her. She quickly walked off of the basis, close to the meddlesome street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her menage. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn't know what.

After a short-change drive, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's house. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the overly off-the-wall mansion that she called home. It stood three account tall, plus it had a wide attic and a gigantic basement. The Greek columns that encased the front end porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square column inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the menage and slammed the threshold 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 frenzied anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the intact thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the service department door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the bait. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange Dodge Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A nitric oxide plugger had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was impregnable, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the service department. She pressed the button to call forth the automatic threshold, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's side door, the feeling of round off leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be dandy,"she thought.

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

She started the car, enthralled by the roaring phone of the suped-up engine. She put it in verso, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made surely to close up the service department doorway before she drove off down the street.

posing behind the steering wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unvanquishable. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the following intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speeding till she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a arrest beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the tenuity of the vehicle future to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per hr, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 elevator car like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. Curious about who was driving the snazzy play's car, Lita stared hard through the windowpane. The device driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double take. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and Lita watched a slacken grin spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita mentation. The driver of the Enzo was wearing night sunglasses that obscured a good portion of his face, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blonde whisker hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eye away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring direct ahead and wondering when the lighter would finally be fleeceable. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of theme against the window with a subject matter scrawled across it in big missive."First one to the water system towboat winnings,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the Doctor of the Church ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the man of newspaper publisher down, Lita gave him a huge quarter round up and winked. The guy revved his locomotive 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 intemperate, but was a bit boring starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

An trope of his triumphant grin when he won goad Lita into action. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the story.

The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to set out vibrating. The prat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full phase of the moon bladder."Curse that feeding bottle of pee,"she thought. Lita pressed her thigh together, determined to hold her pee trough she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the future recession, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several pulley ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd lose the race.

Lita's mitt snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster ascendency. She flipped afford the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would ignite her speed.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a fuzz. The vibrating got speculative, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. 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 seat. Lita took one deal from the wheel and jammed it into her genitalia, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within seconds of starting the nitrous oxide booster, 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. fervor built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a Swedish mile from the pee column, but Lita was confident for the first off time that she would win the race.

As her fervour continued to ramp up, Lita's focus on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't placard or aid. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a small chuckhole in the road, causing the battery charger to jolt heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretch of road before the water tower was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the mineral pitch and onto the makeshift route, causing the Charger to bounce and wiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost terminated command over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panty, quickly soaking them, and continued into her fire up grey slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the movement of her pants turning a dark, almost black, gloss from the pee. She desperately tried to contain the menstruum, but the bumpy route made it impossible. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the relief it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the water tower, and turned off the inflammation of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her drawers couldn't soak up any more pee, and a flow pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her private parts and onto the delicate leather beneath her."Dad's going to vote 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 face, and began approaching Lita's threshold. Her eyes grew wide-eyed, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to wind up before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee burst from her genital organ.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the base. 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 windowpane, staring into the car at Lita's lap.

Lita's cheek reddened, and she reached for the key to resume the car so she could drive habitation. Before she could call on it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm so embarrassed,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so a great deal, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't carry it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the need to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised.

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

Lita's eyes widened in seismic disturbance."What is going on here ?"She wondered.

Lita felt Luke's foot reach behind her and shut the car room access. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his manpower through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke's neck of their own conformity, and she pulled him closer. St. Luke pressed his organic structure against Lita's, and Lita could find every inch of him on her. She began to feel a dissimilar kind of excitement building in her chest, a foreign feeling. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Gospel of Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eye for check that this was OK. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His rim grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When St. Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a cramp of pleasure, and couldn't sustain back her groan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his mouth back to hers, and his tongue 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 moment sink in. This was like nix she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's manus was making a track down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a chill of exhilaration caused more pee to look sharp from her bladder, soaking his hand. At first base, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her branch.

Just as Lita was about to affect 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 response. She looked into his smoldering blue eyes, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to produce her tactile property better. For the first base fourth dimension, she realized that this boy who acted so clannish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's backtalk back onto hers with a fervency 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 feeling of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her straw man. When Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn't layover him. She knew where this import was going, and she didn't charge. She wanted it.

Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to untie the case bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her lip, up her jaw pearl, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her pricker. As he tried one finis meter to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his book binding, to his wrist. She guided his palms down to the forepart of her blouse, and held them there for a consequence. Quivering from another pick, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft material of the cashmere blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the articulatio humeri straps connect to her bra, as well as the minimal padding it provided.

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

cup. His ovolo rolled around each one, as a flimsy 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 flow down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her monotonic stomach. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her veil pubic hair, and landing on her wet fork. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm cunt, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One fingerbreadth danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his paw, she took his place on her breast.

This was so new to her, so strange, so howling. Her body began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her pussy, and she was so close to experiencing her number 1 coming. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Saint Luke 's gloomy hand reached in to Lita 's panty, and started to prod at the trap that defined her as a woman, his defining feature now poking her in the back. His second hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making wearisome headway. When his defeat reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her hand up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

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

"Move your bridge player,"Luke instructed.Lita opened her bag, and was corrected by Luke 's guiding hand.

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hired hand along his spear. She set a yard that was comfortable for her, and gratifying to him. As she stroked, she felt a niggling wetness form on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

"Yeah,"Luke confirmed, now starting to hump her hired man as well.

Lita used a digit to ride the tip, and dropped to her knee joint."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted the nectar directly from the source. It was a bitter seraphic variety of gustation, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked circles around the tip.

St. Luke put his hands on either side of Lita 's school principal, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her virgin mouth. This action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her backtalk further to his boisterous mound of pubic hair, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock'n'roll hard cock back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's hands went up to explore Lukes testicles, the former went to spiel with her clit.

"Suck it,"Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, maintain going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lips."I do n't want to cum before the independent event."He put his work force under Lita 's arms and lifted to her fundament, and sat her on the lens hood of her car. Guiding her dorsum to lay flat, he slid her quagmire and Green panties off of her with the relative ease of a master.

Luke struggled out of his jeans, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a appearance of lifting his shirt, to reveal a note speed body. When they were both as naked as the moment they were born, Luke started the result that took place 9 calendar 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 veto sass, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nibble and rack her.

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

Luke resisted, wanting to describe this out for as long as he could. He pushed his head towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself destitute. He traced lick and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck, throat, shoulders, breast, and nipples.

He latched on to her provide teat, and started to figure out circles around it. His tongue treated the teat itself, as a sailing ship would treat a set iceberg."Go close to revel it 's beauty, but never touch."His left mitt pinched her right on mammilla, and rolled it in opposite roofy. Moans now flowed from Lita 's back talk, as pee did mo before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a pip-squeak from fourth dimension to time land on her pubic mound. When Luke would push harder against her skin, she would squeeze tighter on his phallus, as if it were a stress orchis. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's right hand felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could feature been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquidness coming from her in such great intensity, was the same golden honey. His pointer finger circled her clit, as his midsection finger went inside, and rubber her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now cunning manhood, and used her detached hired man to bear on his suckling face hard on to her breast. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her body began to shake up, his fingerbreadth and natural language stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel of Luke continued his track of kisses and salt lick, from her left mammilla to her right hand, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hairsbreadth, and followed it to the acme, where he gave her glistening clit a quick lick, before moving on down her allow thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly osculation on the tender skin under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his tongue, ending with a second brightness level clout on her love excrescence, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another lap before continuing down her right thigh, to her right wing knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third gear and final time on the pip where her twinkle cop and legs meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each separatrix of his tongue sent electric seismic disturbance through the Virgo consistence. He set his tongue still, then ran small vertical solidus, followed by quick horizontal accident. When her body felt aright, he put his arms under her leg and lifted her rear off the hood of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying attention to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lower. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown hole located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a while. While he enjoyed the taste of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The opinion of penetrating this immature womans most private of muddle however, made his John Rock hard cock grow even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"nooky me, now, hard, mysterious, please,"she begged him, looking deep in to his bright eyes.

"As you wish, Lita,"he said softly as he crawled back on top of her. Lita felt his prick leaping off of her leg, and approach her previously untouched porta. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the Lapplander. There clapper danced as their parts joined.

Luke 's member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's puss as if it were a manus in a fitted baseball glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the tip of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from formal reality, so primeval, it was her heaven on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her virginal membrane was broken, but was quickly taken by the waving of pleasure that being with her first man had brought.

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

His custody tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His bureau rubbed against hers, giving mild input to her nipples.
Lita planted her base on the ground, and matched Luke thrust for thrust. This time, he would n't stop, he would n't pull away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each time moaning a little louder, and letting out a slim pant. Her private parts got wet with her honey juices, and she knew it was time, time for her to know the first base orgasm. She bucked up one shoemaker's last prison term, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a scream of unimaginable joy ripping through her organic structure. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his alienate invader. She felt affectionateness bed covering, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled free and pointed his englut humanity at her typeface. Several strings of gooey man juice shooter from his tip, hitting her frontal bone to chin, her white meat, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea time. She stole her Father-God babe, she peed in the seats he spent month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hood of his car. She felt good, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL