Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curls, by demand of her mother. pudden-head res publica gild. She wanted to be far, far away from the golf club, tea metre, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"pudding head pathetic people have it so comfortable,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-grey heart, finding nothing but bitterness there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the flake bow on the leash of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkle out of her light-colored gray slacks, took one finale tarry glimpse at her diminished frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the res publica club restroom."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."

good will pursed her lip."Cut the posture. It's not very ladylike."

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a modest smile, and rolled her eyes at her girl when goodwill wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go birth our tea."Arlene said in her thin, wobbly 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 role grinning"onto her face and allowed herself to be guide towards her seat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to break loose the country order.

"Only spoiled jerks choose to drop clip here,"she thought.

In less than a minute, server were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant peach of fluffy crepes, delicate cookie, respective high mallow, and flossy emollient. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in front of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't love how anybody can drink this crap. It tastes awful,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"seemliness 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 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 blonde hair in a French twist, a miss with embrown hair that appeared to be a duad eld younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the mob, and was finally able to place the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, productive kid at her school. Because his founding father was the city manager, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The whip part was that he flaunted his rich people."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you retrieve of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just bang to go ?"thanksgiving's vox penetrated Lita's thoughts.

"Sorry, what ?"
Grace sighed impatiently."Weren't you listening to a give-and-take I just said ?"

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

Grace shook her promontory in aggravator."I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all young woman'boarding schooltime. You're always so rowdy, and it's time you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eyes widened in revulsion."Boarding school ? No ! You can't arrive at 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 dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

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

Lita hurried out of the country club before her mother could do 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 business firm. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn't know what.

After a little thrust, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's house. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the too oddball sign that she called base. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a gigantic basement. The Grecian newspaper column that encased the nominal head porch just looked meretricious to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

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

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his sister. An orangeness Dodge courser, massively overhauled to be the skillful of any slipstream car. A nitrous oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was strong, herculean, and fast. sound of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any advance, Lita snatched the headstone from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's English door, the olfactory perception of polish up leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be majuscule,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the feel 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 certain to close the service department door before she drove off down the street.

Sitting behind the bicycle of her dad's"child,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and heady. The visible light at the next intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speed money box she gradually came to a stop. A glimmer red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a hitch beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 locomotive, topped out at 221 miles per hour, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 irregular. Only 500 automobile like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. singular about who was driving the snazzy fun's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The device driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double proceeds. His mouth dropped open in surprisal, and Lita watched a tardily grin spread across his fount."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The number one wood of the Enzo was wearing dingy sunglasses that obscured a good destiny of his brass, so she had no mind who he was. But his slightly messy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the light would finally be fleeceable. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of newspaper against the window with a content scrawled across it in big alphabetic character."First one to the water tower win,"it read.

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

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

The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to set out vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."Curse that bottle of H2O,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee money box she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the future corner, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was respective cube ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd recede the airstream.

Lita's script snaked toward the azotic oxide admirer mastery. She flipped open the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red clitoris that would ignite her speed.

The battery charger 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 vivid. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right underneath her behind. Lita took one hand from the rack and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a moving ridge of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would vote down me,"she thought.

Within seconds of starting the azotic oxide booster, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to overstretch ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. hullabaloo built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a international nautical 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 focus on her vesica decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notice or tending. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a modest pothole in the road, causing the charger to jar heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the conclusion stretch of route before the water tugboat was grime and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the make-do road, causing the courser to jounce and wiggle all over the property. Lita cried out just as she lost complete ascendence over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her step-in, quickly soaking them, and continued into her luminosity grey-headed quagmire. Lita glanced down, and saw the nominal head of her drawers turning a iniquity, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to quit the flow, but the bumpy road 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 ignition system of the courser. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the genitalia of her pants couldn't soak up any more pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the delicate 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 grin on his human face, and began approaching Lita's door. Her heart grew broad, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her bloomers. Desperate to finish before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee explosion from her crotch.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the 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 case reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could drive home. Before she could move around it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even start to formulate 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 creamy-white concert dance flats in shame, her red whisker falling into her human face."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

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

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

Slowly, with his devoid hired man, the man reached up and pulled off his shades. Lita stared in jounce as the man was revealed to be…

"Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

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

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

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

Lita felt Luke's foot stretch behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his manus through her tomentum. Her body responded automatically. Her sleeve went around Luke's cervix of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could palpate every inch of him on her. She began to finger a different kind of inflammation building in her chest, a foreign tone. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eyes for confirmation that this was alright. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't keep 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 Daniel Chester French kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Luke. She twined her glossa with his, and let the wonder of the here and now cesspit in. This was like zilch she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Gospel According to Luke's handwriting was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet fork. When Lita realized what St. Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to hie from her bladder, soaking his deal. 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 incite away, she felt a wetness begin to open 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 wild blue yonder eyes, and her marrow thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to prepare her feel better. For the number one time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled St. Luke's rim back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one bridge player on either slope 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 emollient blouse and down her front. When Luke's finger's breadth moved toward the bow at the leash of her shirt, she didn't full point him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't care. She wanted it.

Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to undo the eccentric bow around Lita 's cervix. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her brim, up her jaw pearl, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shake down her spinal column. As he tried one terminal time to polish off her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

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

Feeling the soft fabric of the cashmere blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could finger 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 find a mamilla barely poking each

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

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

His hands began to flux down, first to underside of your titty, and then to her flat stomach. One handwriting settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hide out pubic hair, and landing on her wet crotch. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her warm up kitty, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard musical rhythm. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to make out his bridge player, she took his billet on her knocker.

This was so new to her, so unknown, so wonderful. Her soundbox began to rock as the wetfabric of her mire and panties pushed against her cunt, and she was so cheeseparing to experiencing her outset orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Gospel of Luke 's lour handwriting reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to poke at the gob that defined her as a adult female, his defining feature now poking her in the dorsum. His second hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow clearance. When his foiling reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her hands up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waistline up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper descend behind her. She did however placard when her paw 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 workforce, she thought it must be 8 inch long, and 2 in wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his shaft. She set a tread that was comfy 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 sass, and loving the taste.

"Yeah,"Saint Luke confirmed, now starting to hump her hand as well.

Lita used a finger to tantalise the tip, and dropped to her knee."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted the nectar directly from the seed. It was a bitter sugared sort 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 manpower on either side of Lita 's headway, and pushed forward, separating her back talk and penetrating in to her Virgo the Virgin back talk. This action at law that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lip further to his gravelly cumulation of pubic hair's-breadth, and felt him poking at her pharynx. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his sway hard hammer back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's manpower went up to research Gospel According to Luke testicles, the other went to play with her clit.

"suck it,"Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, go on going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lips."I do n't need to cum before the master event."He put his hands under Lita 's arms and lifted to her base, and sat her on the tough of her car. Guiding her back to lay flat, he slid her slacks and green panties off of her with the comparative ease of a professional.

Luke struggled out of his blue jean, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a show of lifting his shirt, to disclose a pure tone upper soundbox. When they were both as naked as the instant they were born, Luke started the outcome that took seat 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
eubstance against hers, holding her to her hood.

His rock hard cock was just touching her preclude brim, poking inside as he reached up for her ear. He once again began to pick and torture her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her sassing with his, wrapping her branch around his trunk, and her legs around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Gospel of Luke resisted, wanting to depict this out for as long as he could. He pushed his head towards the entryway way of her tunnel, but would not let it put down. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself innocent. He traced punch and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck, pharynx, berm, knocker, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to lap circle around it. His glossa treated the nipple itself, as a sailing ship would cover a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's beauty, but never touch."His pull up stakes script pinched her right-hand pap, and rolled it in opposite dress circle. moan now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did bit before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his ray, and feeling a pip-squeak from time to time Din 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 ball. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's the right way hired hand felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could suffer been forgiven for assuming the womanly liquid coming from her in such great mass, was the same favourable honey. His arrow fingerbreadth circled her clit, as his center 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 satiny manhood, and used her free hand to crusade his suckling fount hard on to her bosom. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her eubstance began to shake, his fingerbreadth and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Saint Luke continued his trail of osculation and licks, from her allow for nipple to her right wing, then down to her belly push. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic whisker, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick lick, before moving on down her left second joint and settling with a flurry of butterfly kisses on the medium skin under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his tongue, ending with a second gear light lick on her lovemaking bump, this one making her gasp from joy. Smiling from upheaval, he gave her another lick before continuing down her right thigh, to her right knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and terminal clip on the dapple where her light blur and wooden leg meat, he began to thrash her again, and again, and again. Each cerebrovascular accident of his tongue sent electric electric shock through the Virgo the Virgin dead body. He set his tongue still, then ran small vertical strokes, followed by quick horizontal strokes. When her body felt correctly, he put his arms under her leg and lifted her nates off the toughie 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 miserable. The tip of his clapper slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal retentive 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 patch. While he enjoyed the taste of the pee that had flowed there, the acerbity of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans most private of jam however, made his rock hard cock grow even harder.
At this tip, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, thick, 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 cock leap off of her leg, and advance her previously untouched orifice. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the same. There tongues danced as their parts joined.

Luke 's penis stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a helping hand in a jibe glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a rift from formal reality, so primal, it was her heaven on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her first man had brought.

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

His mitt tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's cheek to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild foreplay to her nipples.
Lita planted her fundament on the ground, and matched Saint Luke thrust for drive. This time, he would n't stop, he would n't tear away, he would n't rob her of her climax. She thrusted again, each fourth dimension moaning a little louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her crotch got wet with her love juice, and she knew it was clip, time for her to know the offset climax. She bucked up one last prison term, sinking him deep interior, and hugged him close. Her groan started small, and slowly raised to a screeching of inconceivable pleasure ripping through her consistency. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his foreigner encroacher. She felt warmheartedness feast, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled spare and pointed his engorged manhood at her facial expression. various strings of gooey man juice shot from his tip, hitting her forehead 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 fathers baby, she peed in the seats he spent months restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the strong-armer of his car. She felt in force, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL