Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curls, by need of her female parent. dullard country club. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea sentence, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being loaded.

"Stupid poor mass have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray heart, finding zip but acrimony there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the character bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkle out of her light gray slump, took one last lingering glance at her little frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country club restroom."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her mother, good will, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our tabular array 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 grandmother, Arlene, smiled a pocket-size grin, and rolled her centre at her daughter when thanksgiving wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

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

Lita plastered her"affected role smile"onto her grimace and allowed herself to be steered towards her seat. Lita slumped into her hind end, desperate to get by the res publica club.

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

In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down overweening dishes of downy crepe paper, ticklish cookie, versatile cheeses, and flossy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in strawman of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't have it off how anybody can drink this crap. It tastes awe-inspiring,"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 patronage as she could into her voice.

A low chortle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the strait, and observed a offspring man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a board and casually tossed himself into the empty-bellied chairwoman. At the tabular array sat a middle-aged woman with her blond whisker in a Gallic braid, a young lady with Robert Brown whisker that appeared to be a distich eld younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally able to place the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst part was that he flaunted his wealth."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you think of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just fuck to go ?"gracility's vox penetrated Lita's thoughts.

"Sorry, what ?"
Grace sighed impatiently."Weren't you listening to a give-and-take I just said ?"

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

seemliness shook her chief in irritation."I SAID that I thought it was about metre for you to go to an all girls'boarding schooling. 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 get 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 sweetheart rattle."I am so out of here !"

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

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

After a short drive, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's household. Lita got out and stood at the kerb for a while, staring at the excessively eccentric hall that she called home. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a wide Ionic and a gigantic basement. The Grecian columns that encased the front porch just looked tawdry 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 chief level, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the electric refrigerator, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian urine, and guzzled the entire thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the rampart by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, peculiar.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the come-on. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An Orange River contrivance courser, massively overhauled to be the undecomposed 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. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any advance, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic pistol door, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's side of meat door, the smell of urbane leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"she thought.

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

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

posing behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the next overlap turned red, and Lita slowed her speed till she gradually came to a stop. A gleam red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a check beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rareness of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 railway locomotive, topped out at 221 air mile per hr, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 bit. Only 500 cable car like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. singular about who was driving the snazzy variation'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 take. His oral fissure dropped open in surprise, and Lita watched a slack grin spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The device driver of the Enzo was wearing dark shades that obscured a honorable portion of his aspect, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly mussy blond hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eye away from the guy behind the roulette wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the spark would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a small-arm of paper against the window with a message scrawled across it in big varsity letter."First one to the water tower win,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the medico ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the bit of theme down, Lita gave him a immense thumbs up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in kind. She looked back at the traffic light, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal grueling, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a city block behind the guy.

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

The battery charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The buns rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full vesica."scourge that bottle of water supply,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold back her pee money box she won the race.

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

Lita's hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide promoter controls. She flipped afford the plastic coating, 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 spoiled, and soon Lita felt like she was going to explode. 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 seat. Lita took one manus from the wheel and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a wave of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would drink down me,"she thought.

Within sec of starting the nitrous oxide relay link, 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 sea mile from the urine tower, but Lita was confident for the starting time time that she would win the race.

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

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

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the utmost stretch of road before the water tugboat was malicious gossip and rock and roll. The car darted off of the mineral pitch and onto the makeshift route, causing the courser to bounce and wiggle all over the spot. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her vesica.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her twinkle gray-headed slump. Lita glanced down, and saw the front line of her pants turning a shadow, almost black, people of color from the pee. She desperately tried to discontinue the flow, 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 H2O pillar, and turned off the firing of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the genitalia of her pants couldn't soak up any more than pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the delicate leather beneath her."Dad's going to belt down me for ruining his fanny,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an delirious grin on his face, and began approaching Lita's doorway. Her eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her trouser. Desperate to fetch up before he got to shut, Lita pushed, and a vast atomiser of pee explosion from her crotch.

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

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

Lita's face reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could tug household. Before she could bend 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 cream-colored ballet flatcar 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 spare hand, the man reached up and pulled off his shades. Lita stared in stupor as the man was revealed to be…

"Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

"I'm so embarrassed,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so much, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't check it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the indigence to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised.

"Don't be embarrassed,"St. Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a reply, Luke gently took Lita's face between his work force and kissed her.

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

Lita felt St. Luke's foot orbit behind her and shut out the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his handwriting through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke's neck of their own accordance, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his organic structure against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of excitement building in her breast, a foreign smell. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

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 collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't hold on 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 Saint Luke. She twined her natural language with his, and let the curiosity of the here and now sump in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon St. Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet fork. When Lita realized what Gospel According to Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to festinate from her bladder, soaking his script. At world-class, 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 spread that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Luke was peeing himself in reception. She looked into his smoldering blue eyes, and her heart thumped in her bureau that he would do something like that just to establish her look better. For the starting time time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Gospel of Luke's lips back onto hers with a fire 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 feeling of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Saint Luke's digit moved toward the bow at the leash of her shirt, she didn't stop him. She knew where this consequence was going, and she didn't care. She wanted it.

St. Luke 's finger struggled unsuccessfully to untie the eccentric bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her lips, up her jaw bone, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her sticker. As he tried one last time to murder her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his spine, to his wrists. She guided his thenar down to the front line of her blouse, and held them there for a consequence. Quivering from another nybble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft fabric of the cashmere blouse, Gospel of Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder straps connect to her bra, as well as the minimum cushioning it provided.

He was n't sure as shooting, but he thought, he hoped, he could sense a tit barely poking each

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

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

His hired man began to flow down, first to underside of your breast, and then to her flat stomach. One helping hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic fuzz, and landing on her wet genitalia. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm snatch, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard rhythm. 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 hired man, she took his place on her tit.

This was so new to her, so strange, so wonderful. Her organic structure began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her puss, and she was so close to experiencing her first climax. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

St. Luke 's lower script reached in to Lita 's scanty, and started to poke at the jam that defined her as a fair sex, his defining feature now poking her in the back. His second hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her hands up, and the shirt off her consistency. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waistline up nudity, Lita did n't get wind the slide fastener descend behind her. She did however bill 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 large fellow member in her hand, she thought it must be 8 inches long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his shaft. She set a tempo that was comfortable for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a lilliputian wetness form 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 have intercourse her hand as well.

Lita used a fingerbreadth to tease the tip, and dropped to her articulatio genus."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her glossa out, she tasted the nectar directly from the source. It was a caustic angelic kind of sense of taste, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked roach around the tip.

Luke put his bridge player on either incline of Lita 's headland, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her Virgin mouth. This action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her sassing further to his rough mound of pubic hair's-breadth, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard stopcock back in to her back talk, but not quite triggering her gag innate reflex. One of Lita 's hands went up to search Lukes testicles, the other went to play with her clit.

"suction it,"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 principal event."He put his script under Lita 's arm and lifted to her foundation, and sat her on the strong-armer of her car. Guiding her back to lay flat, he slid her falling off and Green scanty off of her with the relative ease of a master.

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 break a tint upper physical structure. When they were both as naked as the consequence they were born, St. Luke started the event that took place 9 calendar month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
physical structure against hers, holding her to her hood.

His Rock laborious cock was just touching her forbidden lips, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nibble and torture her.

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

Luke resisted, wanting to imbibe this out for as long as he could. He pushed his heading towards the entryway way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself complimentary. He traced salt lick and kisses down her jaw off-white, to her neck, pharynx, articulatio humeri, white meat, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to lick circles around it. His lingua treated the nipple itself, as a sailing ship would cover a rigid iceberg."Go close to delight it 's lulu, but never touch."His left hand pinched her right teat, and rolled it in opposite circles. groan now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did moment before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his lance, and feeling a squirt from fourth dimension to time nation on her pubic mound. When Gospel of Luke would labor harder against her peel, she would squeeze tighter on his member, as if it were a stress ball. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's right bridge player felt downward, between Lita 's stage. If he had n't seen her make herself, he could cause been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such majuscule mass, was the Same aureate love. His pointer finger circled her clitoris, as his centre finger went inside, and rubberise her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick humanness, and used her free manus to push his suckling facial expression hard on to her knocker. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her trunk began to shake, his fingers and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his lead of candy kiss and lap, from her remaining nipple to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left hand tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the apex of the sun's way, where he gave her glistening clit a spry lick, before moving on down her left second joint and settling with a flurry of butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his clapper, ending with a second light lick 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 and final time on the daub where her lighter fuzz and legs meat, he began to drub her again, and again, and again. Each apoplexy of his tongue sent electrical seismic disturbance through the Virgo the Virgin trunk. He set his tongue still, then ran small vertical strokes, followed by quick horizontal strokes. When her body felt mighty, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her rear off the goon of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying care to her clitoris, and slid down to her soaking scuttle, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lower berth. The tip of his knife slid from her vaginal dominion, to her anal retentive outlands, and poked in to the brown jam located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a while. While he enjoyed the predilection of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't invoke to him. The mentation of penetrating this untried womans nigh private of yap however, made his rock and roll hard shaft grow even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Gospel According to Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, recondite, 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 orifice. As his tip once again touched her lips, his oral fissure did the same. There lingua danced as their parts joined.

Luke 's member stretched the orifice, and slid inside Lita 's incision as if it were a manus in a accommodate 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 paradise on dry land. 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.

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

His script tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's facial expression to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving meek stimulus to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the land, and matched St. Luke drive for jabbing. This fourth dimension, he would n't stop, he would n't rive away, he would n't rob her of her coming. She thrusted again, each clock time moaning a little louder, and letting out a svelte gasp. Her crotch got wet with her love juices, and she knew it was time, clip for her to know the first orgasm. She bucked up one last time, sinking him inscrutable inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started humble, and slowly raised to a sidesplitter of unimaginable delight ripping through her physical structure. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his stranger encroacher. She felt affectionateness ranch, 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 people and pointed his engorge manhood at her case. respective bowed stringed instrument of gooey man succus shot from his tip, hitting her frontal bone to chin, her chest, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea time. She stole her fathers babe, she peed in the keister he spent calendar month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hood of his car. She felt honorable, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL