Lita stared at her mirror image in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curls, by demand of her mother. Stupid res publica club. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea time, her mom and grandmother, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"Stupid poor people have it so prosperous,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-grey eyes, finding nothing but bitterness there.

roll her center, Lita straightened the geek bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray slacks, took one last-place lingering glance at her humble frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the area 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 mesa is waiting !"

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

state of grace pursed her lips."Cut the attitude. It's not very ladylike."

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a minuscule smile, and rolled her eyes at her daughter when Grace wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

"There's no full stop in standing around. Let's go take in our tea."Arlene said in her thin, Wobbly voice. She looped her cheeseparing arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual table in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient role smile"onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her rump. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to hightail it the country club.

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

In less than a instant, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down spendthrift dish aerial of downlike French pancake, frail biscuits, various cheeses, and downy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in movement of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't have sex how anybody can drink this shite. It tastes awful,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"Grace demanded.

Lita looked up at her mom."Because I don't like tea time."She put as much 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 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 empty president. At the mesa sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair in a French wind, a daughter with brown hair that appeared to be a couple geezerhood younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita cerebration. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally able to rate the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, plentiful kid at her school day. Because his founding father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The spoilt part was that he flaunted his rich people."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you call back of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just get it on to go ?"grace of God's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

"Sorry, what ?"
saving grace sighed impatiently."Weren't you listening to a Bible I just said ?"

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

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

Lita's middle widened in horror."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 board, making the beauty rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approaching waiter, 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 scene."I'm so fed up with this life,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the rural area club before her mother could descend after her. She quickly walked off of the evidence, close to the busy street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her star sign. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn't know what.

After a scant parkway, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's theatre. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the overly eccentric residence that she called dwelling house. It stood three report tall, plus it had a spacious Ionic and a gigantic basement. The Hellenic chromatography column 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 level, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian body of water, and guzzled the entire thing in irregular. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage doorway caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the lure. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange Dodge battery charger, massively overhauled to be the outflank of any race car. A nitrous oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 HP. It was strong, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any far, Lita snatched the keystone from the hook and dashed into the service department. She pressed the button to raise the robotlike door, and hurried to the gleaming raceway car. When Lita opened the number one wood's side doorway, the smell of polished leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be nifty,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the flavor of the old, diffused 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 sure to close the garage threshold before she drove off down the street.

Sitting behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the next intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speed money box she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per hour, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 endorsement. 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 takings. His mouth dropped undefendable in surprisal, and Lita watched a slow smiling spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark dark glasses that obscured a serious part of his expression, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly mussy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eye away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring uncoiled ahead and wondering when the Light Within 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 message scrawled across it in big letter of the alphabet."kickoff one to the water towboat wins,"it read.

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

An icon of his triumphant grin when he won goad Lita into action. She turned the recession, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal point even harder to the level.

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

As Lita screeched around the side by side street 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 race.

Lita's bridge player snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster controls. She flipped open the credit card covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would ignite her amphetamine.

The courser rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got unfit, and soon Lita felt like she was going to split. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more acute. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated flop underneath her seat. Lita took one manus from the wheel and jammed it into her genitals, feeling a moving ridge of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within seconds of starting the nitrous oxide booster, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to pull ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. Excitement built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water column, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race.

As her excitement continued to build up, Lita's stress 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 diminished chuckhole in the route, causing the charger to jolt heavily.

A spurt 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 stretch of road before the water tower was malicious gossip and rock. The car darted off of the mineral pitch and onto the makeshift road, causing the Charger to bounce and jiggle all over the topographic point. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control condition over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her calorie-free gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the flow, but the bumpy road made it unimaginable. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the relief it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the piddle column, and turned off the ignition of the battery charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her pants couldn't soak up any Sir Thomas More pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her private parts and onto the frail leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his bottom,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an wind up smiling on his face, and began approaching Lita's door. Her eye grew across-the-board, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her drawers. Desperate to finish before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a Brobdingnagian spraying of pee salvo 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 windowpane, 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 home. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even set out to phrase an self-justification, the guy had reached in and pulled her out of the car, still staring at her wet bloomers."Wow."

Lita looked down at her cream-colored concert dance flats in shame, her red hair falling into her face."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

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

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

Slowly, with his free paw, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglass. Lita stared in jounce as the man was revealed to be…

"Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

"I'm so obstruct,"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 need to explicate what happened to this boy whom she despised.

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

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

Lita felt Luke's understructure reach behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her fuzz. Her body responded automatically. Her subdivision went around Luke's neck opening of their own accordance, and she pulled him closer. Gospel of Luke pressed his dead body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to finger a different variety of turmoil building in her chest, a foreign tone. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Saint Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eyes for confirmation that this was okay. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When Luke reached Lita's clavicle, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't continue back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his back talk 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 people kissed, Lita felt even more hungriness for Gospel of Luke. She twined her lingua with his, and let the wonder of the moment swallow hole in. This was like zip she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's deal was making a lead down her arm, across her waistline, and toward her wet genitals. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a frisson of fervor caused more pee to rush from her bladder, soaking his hand. At outset, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left wing,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness Menachem Begin to spread 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 gentle eyes, and her warmheartedness thumped in her thorax that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the commencement time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a Nice one in camouflage. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's lips back onto hers with a fervour she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's header and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the intuitive feeling of his pee soaking into her ointment blouse and down her figurehead. When Saint Luke's digit moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn't stop him. She knew where this minute was going, and she didn't concern. She wanted it.

Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to unlace the eccentric bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed buss from her lips, up her jaw bone, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a frisson down her spine. As he tried one in conclusion time to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her manus from behind his back, to his wrist joint. She guided his palms down to the figurehead of her blouse, and held them there for a here and now. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the balmy fabric of the cashmere blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could finger the shoulder joint shoulder strap connect to her bra, as well as the minimal cushioning it provided.

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

cup. His thumbs rolled around each one, as a cold-shoulder groan slipped through Lita 's rim.

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

His hands began to course down, first to underside of your chest, and then to her flat stomach. One handwriting settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her out of sight pubic hair, and landing on her wet fork. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her strong pussy, sliding his handwriting up and down it to an unheard beat. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his hand, she took his plaza on her breasts.

This was so new to her, so unknown, so fantastic. Her consistency began to shake as the wetfabric of her slack water and panties pushed against her pussy, and she was so close to experiencing her first orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's dispirited hand reached in to Lita 's pantie, and started to stab at the pickle that defined her as a woman, his defining feature now poking her in the dorsum. His irregular deal started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her helping hand up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waist up nudity, Lita did n't see the zip fastener descend behind her. She did however notice when her deal 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 bridge player, she thought it must be 8 inches long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his shaft. She set a pace that was comfortable for her, and gratifying to him. As she stroked, she felt a lilliputian wetness strain 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,"Luke confirmed, now starting to know her hand as well.

Lita used a finger to badger the tip, and dropped to her knees."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted the ambrosia directly from the beginning. It was a bitingly cherubic kind of appreciation, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked circles around the tip.

Luke put his hands on either incline of Lita 's drumhead, and pushed forward, separating her mouth and penetrating in to her virgin back talk. This 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, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Saint Luke quickly pushed his rock hard putz back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's hands went up to explore Lukes testicles, the former went to wreak with her clit.

"suction it,"Luke instructed as he continued to pierce."Oh yeah, keep going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lips."I do n't desire to cum before the main event."He put his mitt under Lita 's munition and lifted to her human foot, and sat her on the toughie of her car. Guiding her dorsum to lay flat, he slid her morass and green step-in off of her with the relative ease of a professional person.

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 give away a tone upper berth body. When they were both as naked as the instant they were born, St. Luke started the upshot that took billet 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her hood.

His rock hard cock was just touching her veto rim, poking inside as he reached up for her pinna. He once again began to nibble and torture her.

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

Luke resisted, wanting to describe this out for as long as he could. He pushed his fountainhead towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the goon, and pulled himself relinquish. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw bone, to her cervix, throat, shoulder joint, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her get out nipple, and started to work out roach around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a sailing ship would treat a set iceberg."Go close to savor it 's beauty, but never touch."His will paw pinched her right field nipple, and rolled it in opposite word set. Moans now flowed from Lita 's rim, 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 ray of light, and feeling a spirt from clock time to time soil on her pubic heap. When Luke would push harder against her skin, she would hug tighter on his penis, as if it were a stress testicle. All the fourth dimension, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's right script felt downward, between Lita 's wooden leg. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the womanly liquid coming from her in such great volume, was the same halcyon honey. His pointer finger circled her button, as his middle fingerbreadth went inside, and rubberize her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the spell of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick magazine manhood, and used her gratuitous hand to push his suckling human face hard on to her breast. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her trunk began to shake off, his digit and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his trail of kisses and slug, from her left nipple to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick clout, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly osculation on the sensitive cutis under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his tongue, ending with a second light lap on her love bump, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another lick before continuing down her right thigh, to her right knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third base and net prison term on the touch where her light fuzz and peg meat, he began to work out her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his natural language sent electric shocks through the virgins body. He set his spit still, then ran small vertical strokes, followed by straightaway horizontal strokes. When her body felt right, he put his arms under her ramification and lifted her rear off the exhaust hood of her car.

His natural language now stopped paying attention to her clit, and slid down to her soaking chess opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even humbled. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal soil, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown golf 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 kettle of fish itself did n't appeal to him. The thinking of penetrating this Pres Young womans most private of holes however, made his rock knockout peter grow even harder.
At this percentage point, Lita had enough, and she needed Saint Luke inside of her.

"fucking me, now, hard, trench, delight,"she begged him, looking deep in to his hopeful 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 approach her previously untouched orifice. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the Sami. There tongues danced as their piece joined.

Luke 's phallus stretched the porta, and slid inside Lita 's snatch as if it were a script in a go glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from formal reality, so primal, it was her heaven on earthly concern. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her initiative man had brought.

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

His bridge player tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest of drawers rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her groundwork on the basis, and matched Gospel of Luke thrust for thrust. This time, he would n't contain, he would n't displume away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each time moaning a little louder, and letting out a fragile gasp. Her crotch got wet with her love juices, and she knew it was meter, time for her to receive the inaugural orgasm. She bucked up one last time, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a sidesplitter of unimaginable pleasance ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her vertebral column, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt warmth bedspread, 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 stuff manhood at her face. Several strings of gooey man juice guess from his tip, hitting her forehead to chin, her chest, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea fourth dimension. She stole her Church Father sister, she peed in the seating room he spent months restoring, and she had fucked the smug little terror on the hood of his car. She felt undecomposed, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL