Lita stared at her mirror image in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair's-breadth was in curls, by demand of her mother. Stupid country social club. She wanted to be far, far away from the cabaret, tea time, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being affluent.

"pudden-head pathetic people have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eye, finding nix but rancor there.

peal her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the taking into custody of her Cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray quag, took one last lingering glance at her pocket-sized frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the area club public lavatory."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 back talk."Cut the attitude. It's not very ladylike."

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a lowly grin, and rolled her optic at her girl when grace of God 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 thin, wobbly phonation. She looped her tightly fitting arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual table in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient smiling"onto her aspect and allowed herself to be head towards her seat. Lita slumped into her fanny, desperate to take to the woods the rural area club.

"Only spoiled jerks choose to expend sentence here,"she thought.

In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dishes of downlike crepes, delicate biscuits, various high mallow, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the dish antenna in front of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't recognise how anybody can fuddle this horseshit. 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 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 board and casually tossed himself into the empty chair. At the tabular array sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair in a Gallic twist, a girl with brownness hair's-breadth that appeared to be a span years younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the class, and was finally capable to place the boy. Saint Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his father was the city manager, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst role was that he flaunted his riches."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you think of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just lie with to go ?"goodwill's voice penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

Grace shook her head in bother."I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all female child'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 ? 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 sweetheart rattle."I am so out of here !"

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

Lita hurried out of the country club before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the basis, close to the engaged street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her mansion. 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 bit for a while, staring at the overly eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three storey tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a gigantic cellar. The Grecian pillar that encased the front man porch just looked loud to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

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

Her dad's car paint were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his infant. An orange tree stratagem Charger, massively overhauled to be the honorable of any airstream car. A nitrous oxide champion had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was solid, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the paint from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the push button to raise the reflex door, and hurried to the gleaming slipstream car. When Lita opened the driver's side door, the smell of svelte leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be swell,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the flavor of the old, easygoing 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 indisputable to fold the garage room access before she drove off down the street.

posing behind the cycle of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and rash. The lightness at the side by side convergence turned red, and Lita slowed her pep pill cashbox she gradually came to a point. 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 international mile per hr, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 irregular. Only 500 cars like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly affluent. Curious about who was driving the snazzy play's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The number one wood briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double issue. His mouth dropped spread out in surprisal, and Lita watched a easy grin cattle farm across his look."Who is he ?"Lita opinion. The driver of the Enzo was wearing darkness sunglasses that obscured a safe portion of his boldness, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blond 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 unripened. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a slice of paper against the window with a message scrawled across it in big letters."first gear one to the water tower profits,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the device driver of the Ferrari put the bit of report down, Lita gave him a huge thumbs up and winked. The guy revved his 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 voiceless, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a blockage behind the guy.

An simulacrum of his triumphant grin when he won spur Lita into action. She turned the box, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas foot pedal even harder to the flooring.

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 replete vesica."Curse that bottle of H2O,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee till she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the succeeding nook, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was respective blocks ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd drop off the race.

Lita's deal snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster controls. She flipped unfold the plastic cover, 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 tough, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. Every column 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 properly underneath her seat. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her private parts, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within s 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. inflammation built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a Admiralty mile from the pee tug, but Lita was sure-footed for the first fourth dimension that she would win the race.

As her exhilaration continued to build, Lita's direction on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't observation or care. She was almost there.

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

A spurt of pee escaped into her pantie, and Lita squeezed her second joint together as tightly as she could.

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretch of route before the piss tower was shite and rock music. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift road, causing the charger to bounce and wiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost utter control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her idle gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a nighttime, almost Joseph Black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to stop 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 charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the genitals of her pant couldn't soak up any more pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her privates and onto the delicate leather beneath her."Dad's going to vote down me for ruining his rump,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an emotional grin on his face, and began approaching Lita's door. Her optic grew wide, 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 nebuliser of pee fit from her privates.

The pee flooded the rump, and began dripping onto the storey. Finally, mercifully, she finished peeing. When she glanced up at the windowpane, 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 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 apology, 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-white concert dance apartment 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 eyes, slightly tilting his principal 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 shock as the man was revealed to be…

"Gospel of Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

"I'm so stymie,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so much, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't admit 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 response, Luke gently took Lita's boldness between his hands and kissed her.

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

Lita felt St. Luke's pes grasp behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hand through her hair. Her soundbox responded automatically. Her arms went around St. Luke's neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of turmoil building in her bureau, a strange touch sensation. 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 o.k.. Lita nodded slightly, and Gospel According to Luke moved back in. His back talk grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When 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 mouthpiece back to hers, and his tongue found its way into her mouth.

Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever Daniel Chester French kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Luke. She twined her spit with his, and let the wonderment of the moment sump in. This was like naught she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Gospel of Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet genitalia. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a shudder of excitement caused more pee to rush 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 ramification.

Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness begin to spread that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Luke was peeing himself in response. She looked into his smoldering gentle middle, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to hold her feel better. For the outset meter, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a dainty one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's lip back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Saint Luke put one hand on either incline of Lita's school principal 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 straw man. When Gospel According to Luke's finger moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn't stop him. She knew where this consequence was going, and she didn't forethought. She wanted it.

Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to untie the flake bow around Lita 's cervix. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her lips, up her jaw off-white, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her backbone. As he tried one last time to murder her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her script from behind his book binding, to his wrists. She guided his medal down to the front of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another pick, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the easygoing fabric of the Jammu and Kashmir 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 sure, but he thought, he hoped, he could find a mammilla barely poking each

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

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

His hands began to course down, first to underside of your titty, and then to her flat stomach. One handwriting 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 tender snatch, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One fingerbreadth danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the fingerbreadth that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to bed his deal, she took his home on her breasts.

This was so new to her, so strange, so tremendous. Her soundbox began to rock as the wetfabric of her falloff and scanty pushed against her snatch, and she was so closelipped to experiencing her first orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Gospel of Luke 's gloomy handwriting reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to stab at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature now poking her in the back. His second script started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow clearance. When his foiling reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her hired man up, and the shirt off her torso. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waistline up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper 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 regard settled on the large member in her hands, she thought it must be 8 in long, and 2 inches wide.

"relocation your mitt,"St. Luke instructed.Lita opened her clutches, and was corrected by Luke 's guiding hand.

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

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

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

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

Luke put his hands on either side of Lita 's caput, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her virgin mouth. This natural process that was so new to Lita, was very companion to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her backtalk 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 and roll hard rooster back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's work force went up to explore Gospel of Luke testicles, the other went to play with her clit.

"Suck it,"Saint Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, keep going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lips."I do n't require to cum before the chief event."He put his hands under Lita 's arms and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the thug of her car. Guiding her back to lay flavourless, he slid her falloff and green panties off of her with the congenator rest 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 tonicity upper body. When they were both as naked as the moment they were born, Luke started the case that took property 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
organic structure against hers, holding her to her hood.

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

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his torso, and her ramification 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 head towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself gratuitous. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck opening, throat, shoulder, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her allow for nipple, and started to lick rope around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a sailplaning ship would treat a rigid berg."Go close to enjoy it 's beauty, but never touch."His allow for helping hand pinched her right nipple, and rolled it in opposite Mexican valium. Moans now flowed from Lita 's backtalk, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a squirt from sentence to time land on her pubic mound. When Luke would push harder against her skin, she would squeeze tighter on his phallus, as if it were a stress ball. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's the right way hand felt downward, between Lita 's wooden leg. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could consume been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such slap-up volume, was the Saame lucky honey. His arrow finger circled her clit, as his midsection finger went inside, and rubber her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the art object of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now knavish manhood, and used her barren hand to push his suckling expression hard on to her breast. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her body began to shake, his fingers and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

St. Luke continued his trail of candy kiss and licks, from her left wing tit to her right, then down to her belly release. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick lick, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a bustle of butterfly stroke kisses on the sensitive skin under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his knife, ending with a second lighter salt lick on her love gibbosity, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another lick before continuing down her right thigh, to her redress knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and final time on the spot where her ignitor cop and legs meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his lingua sent electric electrical shock through the virgins consistence. He set his tongue still, then ran modest upright cam stroke, followed by promptly horizontal strokes. When her body felt mighty, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her rear off the toughie of her car.

His lingua now stopped paying care to her button, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even low-toned. The tip of his natural language slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal retentive outlands, and poked in to the Robert 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 bitter of the maw itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans near common soldier of kettle of fish however, made his rock 'n' roll intemperate cock rise even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"shtup me, now, hard, trench, please,"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 bounce off of her leg, and approach her previously untouched opening. As his tip once again touched her sass, his mouth did the same. There glossa danced as their parts joined.

Saint Luke 's member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's incision as if it were a manus in a fitted boxing glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the tip of a tampon. This was so new, such a gap from formal realism, so primal, it was her paradise on worldly concern. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of joy that being with her first man had brought.

Saint Luke continued twisting her natural language with her, and sliding his phallus in and out of her.

His hired man tangled in the fuzz close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild foreplay to her nipples.
Lita planted her human foot on the solid ground, and matched Luke thrust for push. This sentence, he would n't stop, he would n't pull away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each time moaning a slight louder, and letting out a little gasp. Her crotch got wet with her sexual love juices, and she knew it was time, prison term for her to experience the first off orgasm. She bucked up one lastly clock time, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started minor, and slowly raised to a scream of impossible pleasure ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her rachis, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his foreign invader. She felt warmness feast, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled release and pointed his engorged humanness at her face. respective string section of gooey man succus guess from his tip, hitting her forehead to chin, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea clock time. She stole her founder baby, she peed in the seat he spent months restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the cap of his car. She felt ripe, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL