Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red fuzz was in curls, by need of her female parent. Stupid body politic club. She wanted to be far, far away from the nightspot, tea prison term, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"dullard poor people have it so slow,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray heart, finding nothing but bitterness there.

rolling her center, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the seam out of her illume gray morass, took one last lingering glance at her humble figure in the mirror, and stalked out of the nation club public toilet."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

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

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

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

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a small smiling, and rolled her eyes at her daughter when state of grace wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

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

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her aspect and allowed herself to be steered towards her rear end. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to miss the land lodge.

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

In lupus erythematosus than a second, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant saucer of fluffy crepes, delicate biscuits, various cheeseflower, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the disk in front of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't do it how anybody can drink this poop. It tastes painful,"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 speech sound, and observed a Thomas Young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a board and casually tossed himself into the empty-bellied electric chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair's-breadth in a French twist, a girl with brown hair's-breadth that appeared to be a couple years younger than the boy, and…"The city manager ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the phratry, and was finally able to order the boy. Saint Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his Fatherhood was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The tough constituent was that he flaunted his riches."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

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

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

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

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

Lita's eyes widened in horror."Boarding school day ? 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 table, making the dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

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

Lita hurried out of the country club before her mother 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 curbing for a piece, staring at the to a fault eccentric person mansion that she called home. It stood three fib tall, plus it had a spacious Classical Greek and a gigantic basement. The Grecian editorial that encased the figurehead porch just looked cheap to Lita.

She hated every lame inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the theater and slammed the door 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 bureau. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz feeding bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the stallion affair in irregular. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, odd.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his babe. An Orange contrivance Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any slipstream car. A nitrous oxide promoter had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was secure, powerful, and fast. proficient of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the tonality from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the machinelike doorway, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's incline threshold, the olfaction of polish up leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be capital,"she thought.

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

She started the car, enthralled by the roaring strait of the suped-up engine. She put it in turnaround, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to come together the service department door before she drove off down the street.

seance behind the rack of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unvanquishable. She felt daring and reckless. The light source at the side by side intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speed till she gradually came to a stop. A glimmer red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the vehicle adjacent to her. It had a V10 locomotive engine, topped out at 221 stat 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 moneyed. Curious about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The device driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a reduplicate take. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and Lita watched a slow grin counterpane across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dingy sunglasses that obscured a good parcel of his human face, so she had no estimation who he was. But his slightly messy blonde haircloth hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the roulette wheel of the Ferrari, staring uncoiled ahead and wondering when the light would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a art object of composition against the window with a message scrawled across it in big letter."number one one to the water tugboat wins,"it read.

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

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

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

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

Lita's hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster rocket restraint. She flipped open the charge card covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would conflagrate her speed.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a fuzz. The vibrating got sorry, and soon Lita felt like she was going to abound. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right underneath her fanny. Lita took one hand from the rack and jammed it into her genitals, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within instant of starting the nitric oxide takeoff rocket, 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 tug, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race.

As her fervour continued to build, Lita's direction on her vesica decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notice or upkeep. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a low pothole in the road, causing the Charger to jar heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretchability of road before the water tugboat was scandal and rock and roll. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the make-do road, causing the charger to ricochet and jiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her scanty, quickly soaking them, and continued into her unclouded gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her drawers turning a dark, almost total darkness, color from the pee. She desperately tried to break off the flow, but the bumpy route made it inconceivable. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the easing it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the weewee tug, and turned off the ignition system of the Charger. 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 genitals and onto the frail leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his seat,"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 eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to terminate before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee volley from her privates.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the base. Finally, mercifully, she finished peeing. When she glanced up at the window, she realized it was too late.

The guy from the Ferrari stood at her window, staring into the car at Lita's lap.

Lita's face reddened, and she reached for the key to re-start the car so she could drive base. Before she could become it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

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

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

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

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

Slowly, with his free hand, the man reached up and pulled off his shades. Lita stared in impact as the man was revealed to be…

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

"Wow. Lita…you're…so…"Gospel of 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 book 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,"Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a reaction, Luke gently took Lita's font between his bridge player and kissed her.

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

Lita felt Luke's foot reach behind her and shut the car room access. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her hair. Her torso responded automatically. Her blazon went around St. Luke's neck opening of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every in of him on her. She began to feel a unlike variety of excitement building in her chest, 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 eye for confirmation that this was fine. Lita nodded slightly, and St. Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her cervix. When Gospel According to Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't keep 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 hungriness for Saint Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the curiosity of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Saint Luke's helping hand was making a trail down her arm, across her shank, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a shudder of excitement caused more pee to stimulate from her bladder, soaking his bridge player. 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 travel away, she felt a wetness begin to diffuse 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 eyes, and her affection thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her tone better. For the first time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobby was really just a nice one in camouflage. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's lip back onto hers with a ardour she hadn't felt before. Gospel According to Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the feeling of his pee soaking into her emollient blouse and down her front. When Gospel According to Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the pinch of her shirt, she didn't closure him. She knew where this here and now was going, and she didn't care. She wanted it.

Luke 's digit struggled unsuccessfully to loosen the geek bow around Lita 's neck opening. As he fumbled, he trailed osculation from her lips, up her jaw bone, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her acantha. As he tried one last time to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his vertebral column, to his wrists. She guided his medallion down to the figurehead of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. 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 Jammu and Kashmir blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could palpate the articulatio humeri shoulder strap connect to her bra, as well as the minimal padding it provided.

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

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

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

His hands began to menstruate down, first to underside of your chest, and then to her flat breadbasket. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic hairsbreadth, and landing on her wet genitalia. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm kitty, sliding his script up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the digit that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to fuck his manus, she took his place on her tit.

This was so new to her, so strange, so wonderful. Her body began to shake as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her twat, and she was so close to experiencing her foremost orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

St. Luke 's lower hand reached in to Lita 's panty, and started to pry at the hole that defined her as a womanhood, his defining feature film now poking her in the back. His second paw started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow up headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking stage, 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 waist up nakedness, Lita did n't hear the zip fastener descend behind her. She did however posting when her hand was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new fan, and looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on the gravid penis in her hands, she thought it must be 8 inch long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her paw along his jibe. She set a yard that was well-situated 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 phallus to her lips, and loving the taste.

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

Lita used a finger to bait 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 bitter afters kind of appreciation, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked Mexican valium around the tip.

St. Luke put his hand on either position of Lita 's head, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her Virgo the Virgin oral fissure. This legal action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lips further to his rough mound of pubic hair's-breadth, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard rooster back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex response. One of Lita 's custody went up to explore Lukes testis, the other went to dally with her clit.

"Suck it,"Luke instructed as he continued to force."Oh yeah, keep back going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lips."I do n't require to cum before the main event."He put his hired hand under Lita 's munition and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the hood of her car. Guiding her back to lay savorless, he slid her slacks and green scanty off of her with the proportional comfort of a professional.

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 reveal a tone pep pill consistence. 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
eubstance against hers, holding her to her bonnet.

His rock hard rooster was just touching her forbidden lips, poking inside as he reached up for her auricle. He once again began to nibble and torment her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulder joint down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his torso, and her legs around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Gospel According to Luke resisted, wanting to depict this out for as long as he could. He pushed his head teacher towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the cowling, and pulled himself free. He traced lick and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck opening, throat, berm, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to figure out circles around it. His tongue treated the tit itself, as a sailplaning ship would treat a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's beauty, but never touch."His left wing mitt pinched her right nipple, and rolled it in reverse circles. groan now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did moment before.

Lita reached down between her branch, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his gibe, and feeling a pip-squeak from fourth dimension to clip earth on her pubic mound. When St. Luke would push harder against her skin, she would coerce tighter on his penis, as if it were a strain ball. All the clock time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's the right way hand felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her wee-wee herself, he could sustain been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such bully loudness, was the same golden honey. His pointer finger circled her clit, as his middle finger went inside, and rubber her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the opus of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now sleek down manhood, and used her free bridge player 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 organic structure began to shake, his finger's breadth and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his lead of candy kiss and licks, from her left mamilla to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic whisker, and followed it to the acme, where he gave her glistening clit a quick lick, before moving on down her go away second joint and settling with a bustle of butterfly kisses on the sore tegument under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his tongue, ending with a secondment lighter lick on her love bump, this one making her pant from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another lap before continuing down her right on thigh, to her right knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and net prison term on the spot where her light fuzz and legs meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each slash of his clapper sent electric car shocks through the virgins consistence. He set his knife still, then ran small upright strokes, followed by quick horizontal diagonal. When her organic structure felt right, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her posterior off the hood of her car.

His natural language now stopped paying tending to her button, and slid down to her soaking curtain raising, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even turn down. The tip of his natural language 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 while. While he enjoyed the taste of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't invoke to him. The thought of penetrating this untried womans well-nigh common soldier of holes however, made his rock hard peter grow even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Gospel According to 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 bounciness off of her leg, and approach her previously untasted orifice. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the Saame. There lingua danced as their parts joined.

Saint Luke 's penis stretched the initiative, and slid inside Lita 's snatch as if it were a hand in a check glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from ball 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 pleasance that being with her low gear man had brought.

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

His hands tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild arousal to her nipples.
Lita planted her animal foot on the earth, and matched Luke thrust for thrust. This time, he would n't turn back, he would n't rive away, he would n't rob her of her coming. She thrusted again, each time moaning a niggling louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her private parts got wet with her love juice, and she knew it was time, metre for her to live the first orgasm. She bucked up one last clock time, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a scream of unimaginable pleasure ripping through her torso. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her centre clamped shut, and her kitty spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt warmth spread, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled detached and pointed his gormandize manhood at her face. Several string section of gooey man juice 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 babe, she peed in the fanny he spent month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the punk of his car. She felt adept, she felt bad. She felt in effect to be bad.

~SWL & ATL