Lita stared at her reflectivity in the mirror. Her waist-length red pilus was in whorl, by demand of her mother. dullard country nine. She wanted to be far, far away from the clubhouse, tea time, her mom and granny, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"Stupid poor masses have it so light,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eyes, finding nil but tartness there.

rolling her middle, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the line out of her light gray slump, took one last lingering glance at her small frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country social club restroom."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her mother, state of grace, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our tabular array is waiting !"

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

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

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

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go have our tea."Arlene said in her thin, wobbly voice. She looped her tight-fitting 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 channelize towards her seat. Lita slumped into her derriere, desperate to hightail it the country nightclub.

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

In less than a mo, waiter were swarming around the table, laying down profligate dishes of fluffy crepe paper, ticklish cooky, various cheeseflower, and downy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the disk in presence of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't make love how anybody can wassail this crap. It tastes terrible,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"thanksgiving demanded.

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

A low chuckle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the audio, 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 vacuous chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blond hair in a French bend, a miss with brown hair that appeared to be a couple twelvemonth untried than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her oculus toward the family, and was finally able to place the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, rich kid at her school. Because his father was the city manager, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst part 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's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

grace of God shook her head in pain in the ass."I SAID that I thought it was about fourth dimension for you to go to an all girls'boarding schoolhouse. You're always so yob, and it's time you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eyes widened in horror."Boarding school ? No ! You can't pretend 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 approaching waiters, and past the mayor's tabular array. As she stormed away, she briefly note Luke staring at her, but she didn't care if she had made a conniption."I'm so fed up with this spirit,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the country golf club before her mother could follow after her. She quickly walked off of the grounds, close to the interfering street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the number one wood 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 bridle for a while, staring at the overly eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three taradiddle tall, plus it had a roomy 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 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 primary storey, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz nursing bottle of Evian pee, and guzzled the entire thing in arcsecond. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the service department room access caught her eye. Lita moved closer, odd.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the crotchet. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his babe. An orange Dodge charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A nitric oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was stiff, powerful, and fast. outflank 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 release to raise the automatic pistol door, and hurried to the gleaming slipstream car. When Lita opened the driver's side door, the smell of polished leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"she thought.

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

She started the car, enthralled by the roaring sound of the suped-up engine. She put it in reverse, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made certainly to conclude the service department door before she drove off down the street.

Sitting behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unvanquishable. She felt daring and reckless. The twinkle at the next crossing turned red, and Lita slowed her speed till she gradually came to a stop. A lambency red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the tenuity of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 locomotive, topped out at 221 Roman mile per hr, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 gondola like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. 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 takings. His mouth dropped open in surprisal, and Lita watched a tiresome grin bed covering across his human face."Who is he ?"Lita view. The device driver of the Enzo was wearing dingy sunglass that obscured a proficient portion of his face, so she had no mind who he was. But his slightly messy blonde whisker hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the bicycle of the Ferrari, staring straight person ahead and wondering when the light would finally be greenness. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a bit of paper against the window with a content scrawled across it in big letters."first gear one to the weewee tower wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the Doctor of the Church ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the piece of report down, Lita gave him a huge pollex up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in form. She looked back at the brake light, 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 image of his triumphant grin when he won spur Lita into action. She turned the turning point, 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 lead off vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."Curse that bottle of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee till she won the race.

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

Lita's hand snaked toward the azotic oxide friend controls. She flipped open the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red push button that would ignite her speed.

The courser rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, 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 decent underneath her hindquarters. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a Wave of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would stamp out 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 chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the for the first time prison term that she would win the race.

As her excitement continued to build, Lita's focussing on her bladder 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-scale chuckhole in the route, causing the Charger to jolt heavily.

A spurt of pee escaped into her step-in, and Lita squeezed her thighs 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-and-roll. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the make-do route, causing the charger to recoil and wiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light gray slackness. Lita glanced down, and saw the presence of her pants turning a dark, almost total darkness, color from the pee. She desperately tried to turn back the flow, but the bumpy road made it inconceivable. 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 ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her knickers couldn't soak up any more pee, and a current pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the frail leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his tail,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excited smile on his face, and began approaching Lita's doorway. Her heart grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to cease before he got to fill up, Lita pushed, and a immense spray of pee burst from her fork.

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

Lita's expression reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could drive dwelling house. Before she could change state it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even begin to formulate an apology, 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 hair falling into her nerve."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

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

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

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

"Gospel of Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

"I'm so hinder,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so lots, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't hold 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,"St. Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a response, Luke gently took Lita's face between his hands and kissed her.

Lita's oculus widened in shock absorber."What is going on here ?"She wondered.

Lita felt Gospel of Luke's foot reach behind her and shut out the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his mitt through her hair. Her organic structure responded automatically. Her blazonry went around Luke's neck of their own pact, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his eubstance against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to experience a different kind of fervour building in her bureau, a foreign feeling. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's optic for ratification that this was okay. Lita nodded slightly, and Saint Luke moved back in. His backtalk grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her Kuki, and down her neck opening. When Gospel of Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a muscle spasm of joy, and couldn't hold back back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his oral fissure back to hers, and his clapper 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 spit with his, and let the wonderment of the instant sink in. This was like null she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Saint Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her shank, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a iciness of fervour caused more pee to rush along from her bladder, soaking his hand. At 1st, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left field,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

Just as Lita was about to propel away, she felt a wetness Begin to pass around that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Luke was peeing himself in response. She looked into his smoldering drear eyes, and her ticker thumped in her chest of drawers that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the first sentence, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's sassing back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Gospel of Luke put one hand on either face of Lita's head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the tone of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. 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 care. She wanted it.

Luke 's digit struggled unsuccessfully to loosen the off-the-wall bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her brim, up her jaw off-white, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shudder down her spine. As he tried one lowest fourth dimension to dispatch her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his back, to his articulatio radiocarpea. She guided his palms down to the battlefront of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another nybble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

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

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

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

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

His handwriting 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 hidden pubic hairsbreadth, and landing on her wet privates. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her strong pussy, sliding his paw up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One fingerbreadth danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the digit that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to have a go at it his hand, she took his place on her titty.

This was so new to her, so strange, so wonderful. Her physical structure began to rock as the wetfabric of her slack water and scanty pushed against her slit, and she was so close to experiencing her first orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Gospel According to Luke 's lower hired man reached in to Lita 's pantie, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature film now poking her in the back. His second script started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking distributor point, he tore it upward, jerking her mitt up, and the shirt off her eubstance. It too fell to the ground.

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

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her paw along his light beam. She set a pace that was comfy for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness phase on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

"Yeah,"Gospel According to Luke confirmed, now starting to hunch forward her hand as well.

Lita used a finger to tease the tip, and dropped to her knees."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted the nectar directly from the source. It was a acid sweet variety of taste, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked Mexican valium around the tip.

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

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

"Suck it,"Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, sustain going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping backtalk."I do n't desire to cum before the main event."He put his hired hand under Lita 's weapon and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the hood of her car. Guiding her back to lay matted, he slid her slacks and fleeceable panty off of her with the relative simplicity of a pro.

Luke struggled out of his jeans, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a show of lifting his shirt, to uncover a tone upper body. When they were both as naked as the moment they were born, Luke started the event that took place 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her cowling.

His rock operose hammer was just touching her preclude lips, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nibble and anguish her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her brim with his, wrapping her arm around his torso, and her wooden leg around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Luke resisted, wanting to thread this out for as long as he could. He pushed his read/write head towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it participate. He pushed Lita back to the exhaust hood, and pulled himself free. He traced slug and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck, throat, articulatio humeri, breast, and nipples.

He latched on to her leave pap, and started to lap circuit around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a sailing ship would do by a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's stunner, but never touch."His allow for hand pinched her right nipple, and rolled it in opposite circles. Moans now flowed from Lita 's back talk, as pee did moments 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 small fry from time to clip Land on her pubic mound. When Luke would labor harder against her skin, she would squeeze tighter on his phallus, as if it were a accent glob. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's redress hand felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her wee herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the womanly liquid coming from her in such great book, was the same aureate love. His pointer finger circled her clit, as his middle finger went inside, and rubberize her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick humanity, and used her unloose helping 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 body began to stimulate, his fingers and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel According to Luke continued his track of kisses and licks, from her left nipple to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the pass on tip of her pubic haircloth, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a straightaway lick, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a hustle of butterfly kisses on the medium pelt under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her second joint with his clapper, ending with a second Christ Within lick on her love gibbosity, this one making her pant from pleasance. Smiling from inflammation, he gave her another lick before continuing down her right thigh, to her properly human knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and final metre on the spot where her light fuzz and stage center, he began to clobber her again, and again, and again. Each cam stroke of his tongue sent galvanising jounce through the virgins body. He set his tongue still, then ran small vertical cam stroke, followed by flying horizontal fortuity. When her consistency felt right, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her rear off the hood of her car.

His natural language now stopped paying attention to her clitoris, and slid down to her soaking possible action, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lower. The tip of his lingua slid from her vaginal territorial dominion, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown pickle located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a while. While he enjoyed the appreciation of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the kettle of fish itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans most private of holes however, made his Rock firmly cock grow even harder.
At this head, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, deep, delight,"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 cock bounce off of her leg, and glide path her previously untouched orifice. As his tip once again touched her sass, his mouth did the Lapplander. There tongues danced as their parts joined.

Saint Luke 's fellow member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's dent as if it were a hired man in a tally baseball mitt. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a breach from formal reality, so central, it was her heaven on land. She grimaced shortly as her Hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasance that being with her first man had brought.

Gospel According to Luke continued twisting her spit with her, and sliding his penis in and out of her.

His hands tangled in the whisker close to her scalp, holding Lita 's look to his own. His bureau rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the background, and matched Gospel of Luke thrust for thrust. This metre, 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 slight gasp. Her crotch got wet with her beloved succus, and she knew it was time, time for her to experience the first orgasm. She bucked up one hold out time, sinking him abstruse inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started pocket-size, and slowly raised to a belly laugh of unimaginable pleasure ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her vertebral column, her eyes clamped shut, and her purulence spasmed and squeezed around his unknown encroacher. She felt lovingness facing pages, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Gospel According to Luke exclaimed, as he pulled free and pointed his engorged manhood at her face. various strings of gooey man succus shot from his tip, hitting her forehead to chin up, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea time. She stole her fathers baby, she peed in the seats he spent month restoring, and she had fucked the smug bratwurst on the punk of his car. She felt in effect, she felt bad. She felt serious to be bad.

~SWL & ATL