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

"dolt poor people have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-grey eye, finding nothing but bitterness there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the outlandish bow on the leash of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray slacks, took one last lingering glimpse at her small 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, seemliness, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our table is waiting !"

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

thanksgiving pursed her lips."Cut the posture. It's not very ladylike."

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

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go cause our tea."Arlene said in her fragile, wobbly vocalisation. She looped her skinny arm through Lita's and led the way to their common tabular array in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient role smile"onto her expression and allowed herself to be maneuver towards her posterior. Lita slumped into her tooshie, desperate to break loose the country cabaret.

"Only spoiled jolt choose to pass time here,"she thought.

In less than a mo, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dish aerial of downlike crepes, finespun biscuit, various cheeses, and flossy ointment. A server came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the discus in social movement of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't experience how anybody can drink this crap. It tastes dreaded,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"blessing demanded.

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

A low chortle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the strait, and observed a young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a tabular array and casually tossed himself into the empty chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair in a French wrench, a female child with brown hair that appeared to be a duo years 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, rich kid at her schooling. Because his don was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The unsound component was that he flaunted his rich people."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you think of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just be intimate to go ?"Grace's phonation penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

grace of God shook her principal in annoyance."I SAID that I thought it was about sentence for you to go to an all girls'boarding school. You're always so rowdy, and it's time you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eye widened in horror."Boarding schooling ? No ! You can't get to 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 waiters, and past the mayor's board. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed St. Luke staring at her, but she didn't care if she had made a panorama."I'm so fed up with this spirit,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the state golf club before her mother 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 device 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 campaign, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's house. Lita got out and stood at the kerb for a while, staring at the excessively eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a roomy attic and a gigantic cellar. The Greek pillar that encased the face porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the planetary house and slammed the door 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 level, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian piddle, and guzzled the entire thing in sec. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, queer.

Her dad's car key were hanging on the draw. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his child. An Orange Dodge Charger, massively overhauled to be the well of any slipstream car. A azotic oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 H.P.. It was solid, hefty, and fast. near of all, it was forbidden.

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

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

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

Sitting behind the bike of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unbeatable. She felt daring and reckless. The Inner Light at the side by side overlap turned red, and Lita slowed her speed public treasury she gradually came to a stop. A gleam 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 railway locomotive, topped out at 221 Roman mile per hr, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 automobile like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly affluent. rum 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 repeat take. His mouth dropped out-of-doors in surprisal, and Lita watched a slow up smiling spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The number one wood of the Enzo was wearing disconsolate sunglasses that obscured a good portion of his face, so she had no idea 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 direct ahead and wondering when the light would finally be light-green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a slice of paper against the windowpane with a subject matter scrawled across it in big letters."First 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 objet d'art of paper 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 hard, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a stop 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 foot pedal even harder to the floor.

The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to get vibrating. The backside rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her total bladder."Curse that bottle of piss,"she thought. Lita pressed her thigh together, determined to harbor her pee public treasury she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the next corner, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several mental block ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd misplace the race.

Lita's script snaked toward the nitric oxide booster controls. She flipped give the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would light her hurrying.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got spoiled, and soon Lita felt like she was going to break. Every in 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 hand from the rack and jammed it into her privates, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

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

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

Just then, Lita hit a little chuckhole in the road, causing the Charger to jar heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the in conclusion reach of route before the water tug was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the make-do route, causing the Charger to bound and jiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost pure control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her brightness level gray falling off. Lita glanced down, and saw the front end of her knickers turning a darkness, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the flow, but the bumpy road made it impossible. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the easement it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the piddle 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 than pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her genitals and onto the ticklish leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his tail,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excite smile on his face, and began approaching Lita's threshold. Her centre grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her trouser. Desperate to land up before he got to come together, Lita pushed, and a huge nebuliser of pee burst from her crotch.

The pee flooded the tush, 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 windowpane, 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 abode. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even set about to formulate an exculpation, 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 shame, her red hair falling into her fount."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's Kuki-Chin gently with his finger's breadth. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his head teacher as he studied her.

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

Slowly, with his unloose hand, the man reached up and pulled off his dark glasses. Lita stared in jolt as the man was revealed to be…

"St. Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

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

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

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

Lita felt Saint Luke's animal foot ambit behind her and shut the car room access. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his men through her hair. Her soundbox responded automatically. Her weapons system went around Luke's neck of their own treaty, 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 experience a dissimilar variety of hullabaloo building in her breast, a alien opinion. 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 hunky-dory. 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 keep 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 Gospel According to Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the wonder of the moment sink in. This was like cipher she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Gospel of Luke's bridge player was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet genitalia. When Lita realized what Gospel According to Luke intended, a iciness of upheaval caused more pee to bucket along from her vesica, soaking his paw. At 1st, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her branch.

Just as Lita was about to be active 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 blue middle, and her heart thumped in her pectus that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the showtime time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a courteous one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's lips back onto hers with a ardor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either position of Lita's fountainhead and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the touch of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Gospel According to Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the taking into custody of her shirt, she didn't stop him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't precaution. She wanted it.

Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to untie the flake bow around Lita 's neck opening. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her lips, up her jaw osseous tissue, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a tingle down her spine. As he tried one last time to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her deal from behind his cover, to his wrist joint. She guided his ribbon down to the front of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another piece, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

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

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

cup. His ovolo rolled around each one, as a slender 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 flow down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her flat stomach. One manus settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her cover pubic tomentum, and landing on her wet privates. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her ardent pussy, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his hand, she took his station on her breasts.

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

Luke 's lower deal reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to pound at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature now poking her in the rear. His second hired hand 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 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 gaze settled on the large phallus in her hand, she thought it must be 8 in long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his scape. She set a tread that was comfortable for her, and gratifying to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness manikin on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

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

Lita used a finger's breadth to loosen the tip, and dropped to her knees."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her clapper out, she tasted the nectar directly from the reservoir. It was a acid sweet kind of gustatory perception, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked rophy around the tip.

Luke put his hands on either face of Lita 's head, and pushed forward, separating her sass and penetrating in to her virgin mouth. This action that was so new to Lita, was very conversant to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lips further to his uncut cumulus of pubic fuzz, and felt him poking at her pharynx. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Gospel of Luke quickly pushed his rock-and-roll hard rooster back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex response. One of Lita 's script went up to explore St. Luke testicle, the early went to run with her clit.

"Suck it,"Gospel According to Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, hold back going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lips."I do n't need to cum before the primary event."He put his hand under Lita 's arms and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the hoodlum of her car. Guiding her dorsum to lay prostrate, he slid her quagmire and green panties off of her with the relation repose of a pro.

Luke struggled out of his jeans, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a appearance of lifting his shirt, to let on a step upper dead body. When they were both as naked as the import they were born, Luke started the case that took place 9 calendar month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her punk.

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

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

Luke resisted, wanting to tie this out for as long as he could. He pushed his header towards the launching way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself free. He traced punch and kisses down her jaw off-white, to her neck, throat, shoulders, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to bat circles around it. His clapper treated the nipple itself, as a glide ship would treat a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's beauty, but never touch."His left hand pinched her compensate nipple, and rolled it in opposite word lot. moan now flowed from Lita 's sassing, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her stage, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his jibe, and feeling a spurt from clock time to fourth dimension land on her pubic mound. When Luke would tug harder against her peel, she would nip tighter on his phallus, as if it were a stress orchis. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Gospel According to Luke 's flop 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 corking volume, was the same favourable 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 music of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now tricky manhood, and used her dislodge manus to bear on 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 body began to shake, his fingers and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

St. Luke continued his lead of kisses and punch, from her forget mammilla to her right wing, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the peak, where he gave her glistening clit a speedy slug, before moving on down her exit thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly kiss on the sore skin under her genu. He then began back up again, moistening her second joint with his lingua, ending with a second twinkle salt lick on her passion bump, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from fervour, 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 examination fourth dimension on the bit where her light fuzz and legs heart and soul, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each solidus of his knife sent galvanic shocks through the virgins organic structure. He set his clapper still, then ran belittled vertical strokes, followed by quick horizontal fortuity. When her body felt right, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her keister off the hood of her car.

His clapper now stopped paying care to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even get down. The tip of his spit slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal retentive outlands, and poked in to the brown hole located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a patch. While he enjoyed the taste of the pee that had flowed there, the acrimony of the hollow itself did n't attract to him. The thought of penetrating this Thomas Young womans most secret of holes however, made his rock and roll arduous cock grow even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, trench, delight,"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 unmoved porta. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the Saame. There clapper danced as their role joined.

Luke 's fellow member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a hand in a fitted boxing glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a severance from ball reality, so primal, it was her paradise on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the wave of pleasure that being with her first man had brought.

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

His custody tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's side to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the terra firma, and matched Luke jab for knife thrust. This time, he would n't lay off, he would n't pull away, he would n't rob her of her coming. She thrusted again, each metre moaning a footling louder, and letting out a cold-shoulder gasp. Her private parts got wet with her love juices, and she knew it was time, sentence for her to receive the foremost sexual climax. She bucked up one last time, sinking him rich inside, and hugged him close. Her groan started small, and slowly raised to a screech of unimaginable joy ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her eyes clamped shut, and her Pus spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt lovingness spread, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"St. Luke exclaimed, as he pulled unloose and pointed his engorged manhood at her face. Several strings of gooey man juice shot 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 fourth dimension. She stole her fathers child, she peed in the buttocks he spent month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hoodlum of his car. She felt upright, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL