Lita stared at her expression in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curls, by demand of her mother. dullard nation club. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea sentence, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"pillock piteous people have it so slowly,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-grey eyes, finding nothing but gall there.

Rolling her eye, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the shoe collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray slackness, took one last dawdle glimpse at her small figure in the mirror, and stalked out of the state club convenience."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her female parent, Grace, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our tabular array is waiting !"

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

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

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a small smile, and rolled her heart at her girl when Grace wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

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

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her side and allowed herself to be manoeuver towards her tush. Lita slumped into her rear, desperate to scat the body politic social club.

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

In less than a arcminute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dishes of flossy crepes, ticklish biscuit, various cheeses, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in nominal head of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't know how anybody can fuddle this shit. 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 much despite 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 mesa and casually tossed himself into the vacuous chair. At the board sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair in a French bend, a fille with brown hair that appeared to be a couple years younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the household, and was finally able-bodied to direct 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 part was that he flaunted his rich."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you imagine of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just love to go ?"Grace's spokesperson penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

Grace shook her head in annoyance."I SAID that I thought it was about clip for you to go to an all girls'boarding shoal. You're always so bully, and it's clip you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eyes widened in repugnance."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 mesa, making the dish aerial rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the coming waiters, and past the mayor's table. As she stormed away, she briefly point out Luke staring at her, but she didn't care if she had made a scene."I'm so fed up with this life-time,"she thought in fury.

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

After a short 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 oddball sign that she called home. It stood three taradiddle tall, plus it had a broad attic and a gigantic cellar. The Grecian columns that encased the forepart porch just looked loud to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the house 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 elbow room of the main layer, a manic 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 entire matter 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 claw. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange contrivance Charger, massively overhauled to be the skilful of any wash car. A azotic oxide supporter had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 H.P.. It was strong, powerful, and fast. beneficial of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the hooking and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming raceway car. When Lita opened the driver's side door, the flavour of fine-tune leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be slap-up,"she thought.

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

She started the car, enthralled by the roaring sound of the suped-up railway locomotive. She put it in verso, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to fold the garage door before she drove off down the street.

seance behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unbeatable. She felt daring and heady. The twinkle at the next intersection point turned red, and Lita slowed her speeding cashbox she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a stoppage beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the tenuity of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per hour, 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 moneyed. rummy about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The number one wood briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double yield. His sassing dropped open in surprise, and Lita watched a slow grin cattle ranch across his human face."Who is he ?"Lita view. The driver of the Enzo was wearing sour sunglass that obscured a safe constituent of his brass, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly mussy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the rack of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the sparkle would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a part of composition against the window with a message scrawled across it in big alphabetic character."First one to the water tower wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the part of paper down, Lita gave him a huge ovolo up and winked. The guy revved his railway locomotive 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 heavy, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a closure behind the guy.

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

The battery charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her fully bladder."Curse that bottle of urine,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to harbour her pee till she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the side by side box, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was respective pulley-block ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd lose the race.

Lita's hand snaked toward the nitric oxide booster controls. She flipped open the plastic coating, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red clitoris that would ignite her speed.

The courser rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got uncollectible, and soon Lita felt like she was going to explode. Every in 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 bottom. Lita took one mitt from the wheel 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 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. Excitement built in her breast, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a Roman mile from the urine tower, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race.

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

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

A squirt 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 stint of route before the H2O tower was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the make-do road, causing the courser to bounce and jiggle all over the piazza. Lita cried out just as she lost dispatch ascendence over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her pantie, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light gray slackness. Lita glanced down, and saw the nominal head of her pant turning a dark, almost dark, colour from the pee. She desperately tried to hold on the flow, but the bumpy road made it impossible. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the fill-in it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the water tower, and turned off the ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her trouser couldn't soak up any more pee, and a current pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her genitalia and onto the delicate leather beneath her."Dad's going to vote out me for ruining his seat,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an frantic grin on his grimace, and began approaching Lita's threshold. Her eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to fill up, Lita pushed, and a huge atomiser of pee explosion from her private parts.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the story. Finally, mercifully, she finished peeing. When she glanced up at the windowpane, 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 typeface reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could drive dwelling. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even begin to formulate an exculpation, the guy had reached in and pulled her out of the car, still staring at her wet knickers."Wow."

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

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's Kuki-Chin gently with his digit. 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 absolve hand, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglasses. Lita stared in shock as the man was revealed to be…

"Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

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

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

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

Lita felt Luke's infantry reach behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her blazonry went around Saint Luke's neck of their own agreement, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could sense every inch of him on her. She began to find a different sort of excitement building in her breast, a strange feeling. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

St. Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eyes for confirmation that this was okay. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her neck opening. When Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a cramp of pleasure, and couldn't hold on back her moan. 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 wonderment of the moment cesspool in. This was like cypher she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Saint Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet genitalia. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to rush from her vesica, soaking his mitt. At first, 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 Luke was peeing himself in reception. She looked into his smoldering blue heart, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the inaugural time, she realized that this boy who acted so clubby was really just a nice one in camouflage. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's sass back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. St. 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 opinion of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her battlefront. When Luke's digit moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn't stop him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't charge. She wanted it.

Luke 's finger's breadth 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 utmost meter to move out her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his rachis, to his wrists. She guided his palm tree 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 flat coat."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft fabric of the cashmere blouse, St. Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder 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 palpate a nipple barely poking each

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

"Follow my steer,"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 flat stomach. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hide pubic hairsbreadth, and landing on her wet privates. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm pussy, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard beat. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hunch forward his bridge player, she took his place on her knocker.

This was so new to her, so strange, so rattling. Her body began to shake as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her snatch, and she was so near to experiencing her starting time orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Gospel According to Luke 's low-pitched paw reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature film now poking her in the spine. His second hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making dumb headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking pointedness, he tore it upward, jerking her paw up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waist up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zip fastener 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 gaze settled on the orotund phallus in her hands, she thought it must be 8 in long, and 2 inches wide.

"motility your hand,"Luke instructed.Lita opened her grip, and was corrected by Saint Luke 's guiding hand.

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her mitt along his shaft. She set a gait that was well-off for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a short 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 hump her mitt as well.

Lita used a fingerbreadth to tantalise the tip, and dropped to her knees."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her knife out, she tasted the nectar directly from the rootage. It was a sulfurous sugariness kind of taste, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked circles around the tip.

Gospel According to Luke put his script on either side of Lita 's head, and pushed forward, separating her back talk and penetrating in to her Virgo mouthpiece. This action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

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

"suction it,"Luke instructed as he continued to stuff."Oh yeah, keep going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping sassing."I do n't want to cum before the primary event."He put his custody under Lita 's arms and lifted to her metrical foot, and sat her on the hood of her car. Guiding her back to lay matte, he slid her morass and leafy vegetable pantie off of her with the congeneric simplicity of a professional person.

Luke struggled out of his blue jean, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a appearance of lifting his shirt, to reveal a flavour pep pill consistence. When they were both as naked as the consequence they were born, Luke started the result that took topographic point 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 prevent lips, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nybble and twisting her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her rim with his, wrapping her arms around his torso, and her pegleg around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Luke resisted, wanting to draw this out for as long as he could. He pushed his head towards the ingress way of her tunnel, but would not let it get in. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself free. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck opening, throat, shoulders, boob, and nipples.

He latched on to her left mammilla, and started to lick set around it. His knife treated the pap itself, as a navigation ship would treat a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's dish, but never touch."His left hand pinched her redress mamilla, and rolled it in opposite rophy. Moans now flowed from Lita 's rim, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her stage, and began stroking St. Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a squirt from clock time to clock time soil on her pubic mound. When Luke would push harder against her tegument, she would squeeze tighter on his penis, as if it were a stress musket ball. 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 spend a penny herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such great loudness, was the same gilt dearest. His pointer finger circled her clit, as his midriff fingerbreadth 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 sleek manhood, and used her free hand to push his suckling face hard on to her boob. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her trunk began to didder, his digit and spit stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel of Luke continued his trail of kisses and licks, from her get out nipple to her right, then down to her belly clitoris. From there he curved down to the left field tip of her pubic haircloth, and followed it to the peak, where he gave her glistening clit a quick punch, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a bustle of butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin under her human knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his knife, ending with a moment visible light slug on her love life bump, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from exhilaration, he gave her another lick before continuing down her the right way thigh, to her right genu, and back up again.

When he landed, a 3rd and final meter on the spot where her light fuzz and legs meat, he began to lap her again, and again, and again. Each stroking of his knife sent galvanic shock through the virgins body. He set his spit still, then ran small-scale vertical chance event, followed by promptly horizontal strokes. When her physical structure felt right, he put his arm under her legs and lifted her tush off the hood of her car.

His lingua now stopped paying aid to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even frown. The tip of his natural language slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown trap located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a piece. While he enjoyed the sense of taste of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans about individual of kettle of fish however, made his rock'n'roll heavily cock grow even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, cryptical, 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 shaft leaping off of her leg, and overture her previously unaffected porta. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the same. There tongues danced as their parts joined.

Gospel According to Luke 's member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a deal in a fit out glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the compass point of a tampon. This was so new, such a good luck from stately reality, so primordial, it was her heaven on world. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her first of all man had brought.

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

His hands tangled in the hairsbreadth close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest of drawers rubbed against hers, giving modest input to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the primer, and matched Luke driving force for thrust. This meter, he would n't end, he would n't pull away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each time moaning a niggling louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her crotch got wet with her lovemaking juices, and she knew it was fourth dimension, time for her to experience the first orgasm. She bucked up one last fourth dimension, sinking him thick interior, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a sidesplitter of unimaginable pleasance ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her spine, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his foreigner invader. She felt warmth counterpane, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled gratuitous and pointed his stuff manhood at her facial expression. Several train of gooey man juice shot from his tip, hitting her forehead to chin, her chest, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

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

~SWL & ATL