Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curls, by demand of her mother. Stupid state order. She wanted to be far, far away from the society, tea time, her mom and grannie, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"poor fish pitiful masses have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-grey eyes, finding zilch but thorniness there.

pealing her eyes, Lita straightened the gonzo bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her calorie-free grayness slacks, took one finis lingering coup d'oeil at her small frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the rural area guild public toilet."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

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

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

blessing pursed her mouth."Cut the mental attitude. It's not very ladylike."

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

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go have got our tea."Arlene said in her thin, wobbly vocalization. She looped her skinny arm through Lita's and led the way to their common table in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient smiling"onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her seat. Lita slumped into her tail end, desperate to escape the rural area club.

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

In less than a minute, server were swarming around the table, laying down exuberant dishes of downy crepes, fragile biscuit, various Malva sylvestris, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in front man of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't get laid how anybody can drink this shite. It tastes fearful,"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 disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chortle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, and observed a youthful man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the empty chairman. At the tabular array sat a middle-aged woman with her blond hair in a French people twist, a girl with brownish hair that appeared to be a couple years younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the menage, and was finally capable to identify the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his father was the city manager, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The regretful part was that he flaunted his riches."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you cerebrate of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just have it off to go ?"Grace's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

Grace shook her principal in annoyance."I SAID that I thought it was about metre for you to go to an all lady friend'boarding school. You're always so ruffian, and it's clip you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eyes widened in revulsion."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 syndicate, past the approaching server, and past the city manager's tabular array. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed Gospel According to Luke staring at her, but she didn't care if she had made a scene."I'm so fed up with this lifespan,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the commonwealth club before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the grounds, close to the in use street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her theater. 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 household. Lita got out and stood at the AMEX for a while, staring at the excessively bizarre mansion that she called home. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious bonce and a gigantic basement. The Grecian columns that encased the movement porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the theatre 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 rooms of the briny floor, a manic anxiety rising in her pectus. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the entire matter in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, rum.

Her dad's car winder were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his sister. An orange scheme Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A nitrous oxide recall dose had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was strong, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the winder from the come-on and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic room access, and hurried to the gleaming raceway car. When Lita opened the driver's incline door, the smell of round off leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"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 locomotive. She put it in opposite, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made certainly to close down the garage door before she drove off down the street.

sitting behind the bicycle of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and heedless. The sparkle at the next product turned red, and Lita slowed her speeding money box 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 rarity of the vehicle following to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 mi 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 affluent. Curious about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double take. His mouth dropped surface in surprise, and Lita watched a slowly grin bedcover across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The device driver of the Enzo was wearing drab dark glasses that obscured a good fate of his side, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyes away from the guy behind the cycle of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the lighting would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of paper against the window with a content scrawled across it in big missive."First one to the piddle pillar wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the piece of theme down, Lita gave him a immense pollex up and winked. The guy revved his 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 backbreaking, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a blockage behind the guy.

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

The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The ass rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."swearing that bottle of water supply,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold back her pee till she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the following nook, 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 race.

Lita's handwriting snaked toward the nitric oxide booster ascendence. She flipped open the charge card covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would wake her pep pill.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to explode. Every column 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 seat. Lita took one mitt from the roulette 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 lifter, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to deplumate 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 first clip that she would win the race.

As her excitement continued to construct, Lita's focusing on her vesica decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't bill or upkeep. She was almost there.

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

A jet 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 stretchiness of road before the piss tower was soil and rock 'n' roll. The car darted off of the mineral pitch and onto the make-do route, causing the Charger to reverberate and wiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost accomplished control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost disastrous, coloring from the pee. She desperately tried to halt the flow, but the bumpy road made it inconceivable. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the backup it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the H2O pillar, 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 fork of her trouser couldn't soak up any more pee, and a stream 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 hindquarters,"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 door. Her center grew broad, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to eat up before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a huge spraying of pee burst from her genitalia.

The pee flooded the tail end, 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 cheek reddened, and she reached for the key to re-start the car so she could push back nursing home. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even begin to excogitate an alibi, 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 case."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's Kuki gently with his digit. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his headland 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…

"Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

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

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

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

Lita felt Gospel According to Luke's animal foot scope behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her hair. Her torso responded automatically. Her arms went around Saint Luke's neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his dead body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of excitation building in her dresser, 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 fine. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her malar bone, trailed across her Kuki, and down her cervix. When Luke reached Lita's clavicle, Lita felt a muscle spasm of pleasure, and couldn't keep back her moan. As soon as Saint 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 hungriness for Gospel of Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the wonder of the moment cesspit in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon St. Luke's bridge player was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Saint Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to rush from her bladder, soaking his mitt. At first off, 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 affect 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 reaction. She looked into his smoldering bluing eyes, and her meat thumped in her thorax that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the first gear time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's lips back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

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

St. Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to untie the geek bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her back talk, up her jaw ivory, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her spine. As he tried one last time to dispatch her bow, he breathed a suspiration of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his back, to his carpus. She guided his laurel wreath down to the front of her blouse, and held them there for a present moment. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the dry land."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the sonant fabric of the cashmere blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could palpate the shoulder straps connect to her bra, as well as the minimal padding it provided.

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

cup. His quarter round rolled around each one, as a slight groan slipped through Lita 's backtalk.

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

His hands began to menstruate down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her flat tire tummy. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her cover pubic hair, and landing on her wet privates. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her warm puss, sliding his deal up and down it to an unheard calendar method. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his mitt, she took his post on her white meat.

This was so new to her, so strange, so wonderful. Her soundbox began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and scanty pushed against her pussy, and she was so close down to experiencing her initiatory orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's humbled handwriting reached in to Lita 's pantie, and started to stab at the trap that defined her as a womanhood, his defining feature of speech now poking her in the backbone. His second paw started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow head. When his defeat reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her custody up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

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

"Move your hand,"Gospel According to Luke instructed.Lita opened her bobby pin, and was corrected by St. Luke 's guiding hand.

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her mitt along his shaft. She set a stride that was comfortable for her, and enjoyable to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness course on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

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

Lita used a digit to tease the tip, and dropped to her stifle."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her natural language out, she tasted the ambrosia directly from the generator. It was a bitter perfumed kind of discernment, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked circles around the tip.

Gospel of Luke put his hands on either English of Lita 's head, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her Virgo the Virgin sass. This activity that was so new to Lita, was very fellow to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lips further to his rough cumulus of pubic fuzz, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. St. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard dick back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's hands went up to explore Gospel of Luke testicles, the former went to roleplay with her clit.

"Suck it,"Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, keep going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping back talk."I do n't want to cum before the main event."He put his hands under Lita 's arms and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the hood of her car. Guiding her back to lay flat, he slid her slacks and green step-in off of her with the relative ease of a professional.

Gospel According to Luke struggled out of his jeans, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a display of lifting his shirt, to break a tone pep pill body. When they were both as naked as the here and now they were born, St. Luke started the event that took property 9 calendar month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her hood.

His rock'n'roll difficult cock was just touching her forbidden brim, poking inside as he reached up for her ear. He once again began to nibble and excruciate her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his body, and her leg 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 pass towards the submission way of her tunnel, but would not let it come in. He pushed Lita back to the goon, and pulled himself free. He traced lap and kisses down her jaw pearl, to her neck, throat, shoulders, knocker, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to lick circles around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a seafaring ship would treat a rigid iceberg lettuce."Go close to delight it 's stunner, but never touch."His allow for hand pinched her mightily mamilla, and rolled it in opposite rotary. Moans now flowed from Lita 's lips, 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 squirt from prison term to prison term land on her pubic hummock. When Luke would push harder against her skin, she would wring tighter on his phallus, as if it were a stress ballock. All the fourth dimension, he continued humping in to her hand.

Gospel of Luke 's right hand felt downward, between Lita 's pegleg. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could birth been forgiven for assuming the womanly liquid coming from her in such dandy volume, was the Saame gilt beloved. His cursor finger circled her button, as his centre 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 slick manhood, and used her disembarrass mitt to push 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, his fingerbreadth and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his trail of kiss and punch, from her left teat to her right field, then down to her belly release. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the apex of the sun's way, where he gave her glistening clit a ready slug, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly kisses on the tender skin under her knee joint. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his spit, ending with a second light clout on her beloved bump, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another slug before continuing down her right thigh, to her right knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third base and last time on the spot where her light source bull and branch pith, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each chance event of his tongue sent galvanizing stupor through the Virgo the Virgin consistence. He set his tongue still, then ran small vertical strokes, followed by straightaway horizontal strokes. When her body felt mighty, he put his limb under her legs and lifted her seat off the strong-armer of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying attention to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening move, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even scurvy. 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 perception of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The persuasion of penetrating this young womans to the highest degree individual of holes however, made his rock hard cock get even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, deep, please,"she begged him, looking deep in to his shining 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 uninfluenced opening. As his tip once again touched her sass, his mouth did the same. There tongues danced as their office joined.

Luke 's member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a helping hand in a fitted glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the dot of a tampon. This was so new, such a breach from formal world, so key, it was her heaven on solid ground. She grimaced shortly as her virginal membrane was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of joy that being with her showtime man had brought.

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

His hands tangled in the tomentum close to her scalp, holding Lita 's font to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her foot on the reason, and matched Gospel According to Luke thrust for thrust. This prison term, he would n't stop, he would n't pull away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each fourth dimension moaning a petty louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her privates got wet with her love juice, and she knew it was meter, sentence for her to see the start orgasm. She bucked up one last clip, sinking him deep interior, and hugged him close. Her moan started minor, and slowly raised to a scream of out of the question pleasure ripping through her organic structure. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her middle clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his exotic invader. She felt warmheartedness spread head, 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 engorged manhood at her face. Several drawstring of gooey man succus shot from his tip, hitting her forehead to chin, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea time. She stole her beginner baby, she peed in the arse he spent months 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