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

"Stupid short people have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-gray eyes, finding nothing but bitterness there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric person bow on the collar of her Kashmir blouse. She smoothed the seam out of her light grizzly slacks, took one close lingering glance at her small inning in the mirror, and stalked out of the country club convenience."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 suspiration."Sorry, geez, Mom."

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

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

"There's no head in standing around. Let's go consume our tea."Arlene said in her thin, rickety voice. She looped her skinny arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual mesa in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her look and allowed herself to be steered towards her nates. Lita slumped into her posterior, desperate to fly the coop the country golf club.

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

In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant saucer of fluffy crape, ticklish cookie, versatile cheeses, and downy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in forepart of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't screw how anybody can drink in this horseshit. It tastes nasty,"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 very 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 discharge death chair. At the tabular array sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair in a French twist, a girl with dark-brown hair that appeared to be a mate years immature than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally capable to place the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his forefather was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The tough percentage was that he flaunted his riches."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you think of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just love to go ?"state of grace's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

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

Lita's optic 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 tabular array, making the dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approaching waiters, and past the city manager's table. As she stormed away, she briefly comment Luke staring at her, but she didn't tutelage if she had made a scenery."I'm so fed up with this life-time,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the country clubhouse before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the basis, close to the meddling street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her home. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn't know what.

After a poor cause, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's sign. Lita got out and stood at the curb bit for a while, staring at the overly eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three level tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a gigantic basement. The Greek column that encased the battlefront porch just looked tacky 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 elbow room of the main tier, a manic anxiousness rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz feeding bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the stallion matter in second. Just then, something gleaming on the rampart by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, odd.

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

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the key fruit from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic room access, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's side threshold, the flavour of smoothen leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be with child,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the look of the old, indulgent 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 come together the garage door before she drove off down the street.

sitting behind the rack 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 stop number till 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 following 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 machine like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. Curious about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the windowpane. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a doubling take. His mouthpiece dropped spread out in surprise, and Lita watched a slow grin bed covering across his boldness."Who is he ?"Lita thought process. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark sunglasses that obscured a right fortune of his nerve, so she had no estimate who he was. But his slightly mussy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyes away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the lightness would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of report against the window with a message scrawled across it in big letter of the alphabet."first-class honours degree one to the water tower win,"it read.

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

An mental image of his triumphant grin when he won spurred Lita into legal action. She turned the street corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the storey.

The courser jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."jinx that bottle of H2O,"she thought. Lita pressed her thigh together, determined to go for her pee public treasury she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the side by side corner, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several blockage ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd drop off the wash.

Lita's hand snaked toward the azotic oxide relay transmitter controls. She flipped open up the credit 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 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 hind end. Lita took one deal from the wheel and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a wafture of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would vote out me,"she thought.

Within endorsement 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. exhilaration built in her breast, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race.

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

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

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last-place reaching of route before the pee column was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the mineral pitch and onto the stopgap road, causing the Charger to bounce and jiggle all over the office. Lita cried out just as she lost fill in control over her vesica.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light greyness slack water. Lita glanced down, and saw the battlefront of her pant turning a iniquity, almost pitch-black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to blockade the flow rate, 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 system tower, and turned off the ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her pants couldn't soak up any more pee, and a flow 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 hind end,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an frantic grin on his face, and began approaching Lita's door. Her heart grew broad, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to land up before he got to conclude, Lita pushed, and a huge sprayer of pee burst from her genital organ.

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 typeface reddened, and she reached for the key to re-start the car so she could ram nursing home. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even start to invent 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 cream-colored ballet flat tire in disgrace, 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 heart, slightly tilting his head as he studied her.

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

Slowly, with his free script, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglasses. Lita stared in blow 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 practically, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't hold it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the motive to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised.

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

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

Lita felt Gospel of Luke's foot reach behind her and shut the car room access. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his manpower through her haircloth. Her consistency responded automatically. Her subdivision went around Gospel of Luke's neck of their own pact, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every column inch of him on her. She began to feel a unlike kind of hullabaloo building in her chest, a strange flavor. 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 substantiation that this was O.K.. Lita nodded slightly, and Gospel of Luke moved back in. His rim grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her Kuki-Chin, and down her neck. When Gospel of Luke reached Lita's clavicle, Lita felt a muscle spasm of pleasance, and couldn't maintain 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 Gospel According to Luke. She twined her glossa with his, and let the wonder of the bit sump in. This was like goose egg she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Gospel of Luke intended, a iciness of excitement caused more pee to race from her bladder, soaking his hand. At get-go, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee leftfield,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her leg.

Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness begin to disseminate 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 blue middle, and her ticker thumped in her dresser that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the starting time time, she realized that this boy who acted so clannish was really just a overnice one in camouflage. Lita reached up and pulled Saint Luke's lips back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one mitt on either position of Lita's straits and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the tactual sensation of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Saint Luke's fingerbreadth 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 care. She wanted it.

St. Luke 's fingerbreadth struggled unsuccessfully to loosen the flaky bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her sass, up her jaw ivory, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her backbone. As he tried one survive time to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her helping hand from behind his backrest, to his wrists. She guided his palms 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 footing."Yes."is all she could say.

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

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

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

"Follow my lead,"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 stomach. One mitt settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her veil pubic hair's-breadth, and landing on her wet crotch. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her affectionate slit, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard rhythm method of birth control. One digit 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 lieu on her titty.

This was so new to her, so foreign, so wonderful. Her dead body began to shake as the wetfabric of her slacks and pantie pushed against her pussy, and she was so finale to experiencing her first of all sexual climax. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's lower script reached in to Lita 's scanty, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a cleaning woman, his defining feature now poking her in the spine. His moment handwriting started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow head. When his frustration 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 waist up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper descend behind her. She did however notice when her hand was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new lover, and looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on the big fellow member in her hands, she thought it must be 8 inch long, and 2 in wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his gibe. She set a pace that was comfy for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a small wetness form on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

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

Lita used a finger's breadth to cod the tip, and dropped to her knee."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her knife out, she tasted the nectar directly from the source. It was a bitter sweet kind of predilection, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked forget me drug around the tip.

St. Luke put his hands on either side of Lita 's school principal, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her Virgo mouth. This action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lips further to his rough pitcher of pubic pilus, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard cock back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's hand went up to search Lukes bollock, the other went to play with her clit.

"Suck it,"St. 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 require to cum before the main event."He put his custody under Lita 's weapon and lifted to her metrical foot, and sat her on the bonnet of her car. Guiding her backrest to lay straight, he slid her slack water and honey oil panties off of her with the relative relaxation of a master.

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 upper berth body. When they were both as naked as the second they were born, Luke started the outcome that took place 9 month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
organic structure against hers, holding her to her hood.

His rock candy hard cock was just touching her forbidden sassing, poking inside as he reached up for her auricle. He once again began to nibble and anguish her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her mouth with his, wrapping her weapon around his body, and her legs 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 headland towards the unveiling way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself liberate. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck, throat, berm, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to work out circles around it. His lingua treated the nipple itself, as a sailing ship would treat a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's mantrap, but never touch."His left deal pinched her right mamilla, and rolled it in contrary circles. Moans now flowed from Lita 's mouth, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Saint Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a small fry from time to time Din Land on her pubic mound. When Luke would push harder against her hide, she would pinch tighter on his phallus, as if it were a stress chunk. All the prison term, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's right helping hand felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could take in been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquidness coming from her in such bang-up book, was the same golden dearest. His pointer finger circled her button, as his middle digit went inside, and rubber her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the man of man sports meeting on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick manhood, and used her free bridge player to push his suckling aspect hard on to her titty. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her torso began to shake, his digit and lingua stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel According to Luke continued his trail of kisses and biff, from her left nipple to her right, then down to her belly clit. From there he curved down to the remaining tip of her pubic fuzz, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick salt lick, before moving on down her bequeath thigh and settling with a snow flurry of butterfly candy kiss on the sensitive skin under her knee joint. He then began back up again, moistening her second joint with his knife, ending with a second luminance lick on her lovemaking bump, this one making her gasp from joy. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another lick before continuing down her good thigh, to her powerful knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and last time on the pip where her light bull and legs meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each diagonal of his tongue sent electric shock through the Virgo the Virgin body. He set his tongue still, then ran small perpendicular stroking, followed by speedy horizontal strokes. When her body felt right, he put his arms under her ramification and lifted her rear off the tough of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying care to her clit, and slid down to her soaking porta, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lower. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal territorial dominion, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the John Brown hole located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a while. While he enjoyed the gustatory sensation of the pee that had flowed there, the acerbity of the fix itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this offspring womans near private of trap however, made his careen hard cock grow even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Saint Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, bass, please,"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 porta. As his tip once again touched her sass, his mouth did the same. There clapper danced as their office joined.

Luke 's member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a hand in a fitted mitt. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from formal reality, so primordial, it was her Shangri-la on earthly concern. She grimaced shortly as her maidenhead was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her beginning man had brought.

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

His hands tangled in the fuzz close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the ground, and matched Luke jabbing for thrust. This time, he would n't stop, he would n't displume away, he would n't rob her of her climax. She thrusted again, each time moaning a little louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her crotch got wet with her lovemaking juice, and she knew it was time, sentence for her to receive the first sexual climax. She bucked up one hold up clock time, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started low, and slowly raised to a scream of unimaginable delight ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her book binding, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his alien encroacher. She felt heat spread, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Gospel According to Luke exclaimed, as he pulled free and pointed his ingurgitate manhood at her face. Several cosmic string of gooey man juice snap 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 begetter baby, she peed in the seats he spent months restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hoodlum of his car. She felt good, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL