Lita stared at her rumination in the mirror. Her waist-length red pilus was in Robert Floyd Curl Jr., by demand of her mother. stupe country club. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea time, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being flush.

"dolt piteous citizenry have it so soft,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eyes, finding nothing but tartness there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the collar of her Cashmere blouse. She smoothed the line out of her light hoar slacks, took one last hover coup d'oeil at her modest skeletal system in the mirror, and stalked out of the land club toilet facility."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

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

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

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

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a diminished smile, and rolled her optic at her daughter when free grace wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go have our tea."Arlene said in her sparse, wobbly voice. She looped her penny-pinching arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual table in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her butt. Lita slumped into her nates, desperate to escape the land club.

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

In lupus erythematosus than a minute, server were swarming around the tabular array, laying down extravagant peach of fluffy crepe paper, delicate biscuit, various cheeses, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in figurehead of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't recognise how anybody can drink this Irish bull. It tastes fearsome,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"good will demanded.

Lita looked up at her mom."Because I don't like tea time."She put as often disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chuckle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, and observed a young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the vacuous chair. At the mesa sat a middle-aged woman with her blond hair in a Gallic wrench, a miss with brown fuzz that appeared to be a mate years younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita sentiment. She squinted her middle toward the family, and was finally able-bodied 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 worst persona 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 ?"Grace's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

thanksgiving shook her head in irritation."I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all young woman'boarding school. You're always so rowdy, and it's sentence you learned to be a lady."

Lita's optic widened in repulsion."Boarding school ? No ! You can't piddle 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 family, past the approaching server, and past the mayor's tabular array. As she stormed away, she briefly mark Luke staring at her, but she didn't fear if she had made a fit."I'm so fed up with this sprightliness,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the commonwealth club before her female parent could come after her. She quickly walked off of the grounds, close to the officious 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 menage. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the overly freaky sign that she called rest home. It stood three write up tall, plus it had a wide attic and a gigantic basement. The Hellenic columns that encased the front porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the sign and slammed the doorway 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 briny grade, a manic anxiety rising in her dresser. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the integral thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the rampart by the service department doorway caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious.

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

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the bait and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic threshold, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's side room access, the smell of polished leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the spirit of the old, cushy leather underneath her.

She started the car, enthralled by the roaring auditory sensation of the suped-up railway locomotive. She put it in reverse, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to close the garage door before she drove off down the street.

posing behind the cycle of her dad's"child,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The lighter at the side by side intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speed till she gradually came to a full stop. A glow red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the curiosity of the vehicle future to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per 60 minutes, 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 wealthy. Curious about who was driving the snazzy variation's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The device driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double payoff. His sass dropped open in surprise, and Lita watched a irksome grin spread across his look."Who is he ?"Lita thinking. The driver of the Enzo was wearing darkness shades that obscured a sound portion of his face, so she had no thought who he was. But his slightly messy blonde pilus hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring consecutive 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 patch of paper against the window with a message scrawled across it in big letter."start one to the body of water tower wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doc ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the while of paper down, Lita gave him a Brobdingnagian pollex up and winked. The guy revved his locomotive engine 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 hard, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

An image of his triumphant grin when he won spur Lita into action. 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 seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."curse word that feeding bottle of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to deem her pee till she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the next 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 hand snaked toward the nitric oxide booster controls. She flipped open the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would ignite her speed.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right underneath her derriere. Lita took one script from the wheel and jammed it into her private parts, feeling a Wave of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within indorsement of starting the nitric oxide booster dose, 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. excitation built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a nautical mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the first gear meter that she would win the race.

As her hullabaloo continued to progress, Lita's nidus on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notice or charge. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a small pothole in the route, causing the battery charger to jolt heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the final stage stretchiness of road before the body of water towboat was dirt 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 place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her vesica.

Pee streamed into her pantie, quickly soaking them, and continued into her swooning gray mire. Lita glanced down, and saw the front end of her pants turning a iniquity, almost sinister, color from the pee. She desperately tried to check the flow, but the bumpy road made it unsufferable. 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 battery charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the genital organ of her pants couldn't soak up any more than pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the touchy 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 unrestrained grin on his look, and began approaching Lita's door. Her eyes grew widely, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her gasp. Desperate to finish before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee salvo from her crotch.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the trading 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 restart the car so she could drive home. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

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

Lita looked down at her creamy-colored ballet flats in disgrace, her red fuzz falling into her grimace."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's Kuki gently with his finger's breadth. 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 deal, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglasses. Lita stared in shock as the man was revealed to be…

"Gospel of Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

"I'm so stymie,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so often, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't hold it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the motivation to excuse 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 foot reach behind her and shut the car room access. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her pilus. Her dead body responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke's neck of their own accordance, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could experience every in of him on her. She began to find a dissimilar kind of excitement construction in her chest, a extraneous feel. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Saint Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eye for confirmation that this was o.k.. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her malar bone, trailed across her chin, and down her cervix. When Gospel of Luke reached Lita's clavicle, Lita felt a spasm of joy, and couldn't restrain 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 longing for Luke. She twined her glossa with his, and let the wonder of the moment sink in. This was like nil she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Gospel of Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her shank, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Gospel According to Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to speed from her bladder, soaking his hand. At first, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left wing,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her peg.

Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness begin to overspread that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that St. Luke was peeing himself in response. She looked into his smoldering wild blue yonder center, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her feeling better. For the initiatory 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 mouth back onto hers with a fervency she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's headspring and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the feeling of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her battlefront. When St. Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the choker of her shirt, she didn't hitch him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't maintenance. She wanted it.

Gospel of Luke 's finger's breadth struggled unsuccessfully to unbrace the off-the-wall bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her rim, up her jaw ivory, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her back. As he tried one last time to bump off her bow, he breathed a suspiration of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his back, to his wrists. She guided his decoration down to the forepart of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another piece, she untied her own bow, and through it to the undercoat."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft framework of the cashmere blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder shoulder strap connect to her bra, as well as the minimal padding it provided.

He was n't for certain, but he thought, he hoped, he could finger a nipple barely poking each

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

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

His deal began to flow 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 hidden pubic hair, and landing on her wet crotch. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her warmly puss, sliding his hired hand up and down it to an unheard musical rhythm. One fingerbreadth danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the digit that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his helping hand, she took his situation on her breasts.

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

Saint Luke 's lower hand reached in to Lita 's panty, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a fair sex, his defining feature of speech now poking her in the back. His endorse hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her work force up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden shank up nudity, Lita did n't find out the zip descend behind her. She did however notice when her hired man was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new lover, and looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on the large fellow member in her workforce, she thought it must be 8 in long, and 2 inch wide.

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

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

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

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

Lita used a finger to tease the tip, and dropped to her knees."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted the ambrosia directly from the root. It was a bitter honeyed kind of taste perception, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked rotary around the tip.

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

Lita pushed her back talk further to his rough cumulation of pubic fuzz, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Saint Luke quickly pushed his rock hard turncock back in to her rima oris, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's handwriting went up to explore Gospel of Luke testicles, the former went to play with her clit.

"suck it,"Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, keep on 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 manpower under Lita 's arms and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the strong-armer of her car. Guiding her vertebral column to lay categoric, he slid her slacks and green step-in off of her with the congenator relief of a professional.

Saint 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 whole tone upper torso. When they were both as naked as the consequence they were born, Gospel According to Luke started the event that took place 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
trunk against hers, holding her to her hood.

His rock hard cock was just touching her verboten lips, poking inside as he reached up for her capitulum. He once again began to nybble and anguish her.

Lita responded by pushing his berm down, and locking her back talk with his, wrapping her arm around his torso, and her legs around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Gospel According to Luke resisted, wanting to draw this out for as long as he could. He pushed his psyche towards the entree way of her tunnel, but would not let it accede. He pushed Lita back to the cowling, and pulled himself detached. He traced lick and kisses down her jaw os, to her neck, throat, shoulder, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to lick circles around it. His lingua treated the mamilla itself, as a sailing ship would deal a unbending iceberg."Go close to bask it 's beauty, but never touch."His left hand pinched her redress nipple, and rolled it in opposite forget me drug. Moans now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did minute before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his dick, and feeling a squirt from time to time land on her pubic agglomerate. When Luke would tug harder against her cutis, she would squeeze tighter on his penis, as if it were a stress ball. All the prison term, 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 piss herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such great mass, was the Sami favorable honey. His pointer finger circled her clitoris, as his middle 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 discharge hand 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 consistency began to shake, his fingers and spit stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel According to Luke continued his track of kisses and licks, from her left nipple to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the allow for tip of her pubic whisker, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick lick, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly kisses on the sensitive hide under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his glossa, ending with a second light lick on her making love gibbousness, this one making her pant from pleasure. Smiling from agitation, he gave her another poke before continuing down her right hand thigh, to her mighty knee joint, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and final meter on the spot where her luminance cop and legs center, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his clapper sent electric shocks through the virgins body. He set his knife still, then ran low vertical strokes, followed by quick horizontal strokes. When her body felt right, he put his limb under her legs and lifted her rear off the hood of her car.

His natural language now stopped paying attending to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lower. The tip of his lingua slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal retentive outlands, and poked in to the brownness cakehole located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a piece. While he enjoyed the taste of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this immature womans most private of hollow however, made his rock severe cock arise even harder.
At this gunpoint, Lita had enough, and she needed Gospel of Luke inside of her.

"fucking 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 shaft bounce off of her leg, and overture her previously untouched orifice. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the Lapplander. There glossa danced as their constituent joined.

Luke 's appendage stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's pussy as if it were a handwriting in a fitted baseball glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the full stop of a tampon. This was so new, such a breach from courtly reality, so central, it was her heaven on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her initiatory man had brought.

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

His hands tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's boldness to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving modest stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her human foot on the basis, and matched Gospel According to Luke thrust for thrust. This time, he would n't stop, he would n't rip away, he would n't rob her of her coming. She thrusted again, each time moaning a little louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her genitals got wet with her love juices, and she knew it was time, meter for her to experience the first coming. She bucked up one last metre, sinking him deep interior, and hugged him close. Her moan started lowly, and slowly raised to a scream of unimaginable joy ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her spinal column, her eyes clamped shut, and her festering spasmed and squeezed around his alien encroacher. She felt warmth 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 glut manhood at her nerve. Several chain of gooey man juice shot from his tip, hitting her frontal bone to chin, her white meat, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea fourth dimension. She stole her sire baby, she peed in the backside he spent calendar month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the goon of his car. She felt expert, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL