Lita stared at her manifestation in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curlicue, by demand of her mother. Stupid country club. She wanted to be far, far away from the society, tea time, her mom and granny, and everything associated with being moneyed.

"Stupid poor people have it so soft,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-gray eyes, finding zippo but bitterness there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the flake bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkle out of her light hoar slack, took one lowest lingering glance at her small anatomy in the mirror, and stalked out of the area clubhouse restroom."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her female parent, good will, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our table is waiting !"

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

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

Lita's gran, Arlene, smiled a minor smile, and rolled her centre at her daughter when good will wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

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

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her face and allowed herself to be direct towards her buttocks. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to escape the state club.

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

In less than a instant, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down exuberant dishes of fluffy crepes, fragile biscuits, various Malva sylvestris, and downlike 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 cognize how anybody can tope this crap. It tastes atrocious,"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 contempt 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 Edward 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 death chair. At the tabular array sat a middle-aged adult female with her blond hair in a Daniel Chester French wind, a girl with brown hair that appeared to be a couple twelvemonth younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eye toward the family, and was finally able to place the boy. 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 voice 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 ?"seemliness's phonation penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

gracility shook her drumhead in annoyance."I SAID that I thought it was about prison term for you to go to an all lady friend'boarding school. You're always so rowdy, and it's fourth dimension you learned to be a lady."

Lita's center 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 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 table. As she stormed away, she briefly acknowledge Luke staring at her, but she didn't care if she had made a scene."I'm so fed up with this animation,"she thought in fury.

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

After a short-change campaign, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's mansion. Lita got out and stood at the check for a while, staring at the overly outre mansion that she called house. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious Classical Greek and a gigantic basement. The Grecian tower that encased the front porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square toes inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the planetary house and slammed the room access as hard as she could."I've got to get out of here,"she screamed inside. She began pacing through the ridiculously over sized rooms of the main 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 stallion thing in instant. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the service department doorway caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious.

Her dad's car cay were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his child. An orange dodge Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A nitrous oxide booster dose had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 H.P.. It was strong, powerful, and fast. beneficial of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any farther, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to upraise the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the number one wood's face door, the smell 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 auditory sensation of the suped-up locomotive. She put it in reverse, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to close the garage room access before she drove off down the street.

Sitting behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and heedless. The lighter at the succeeding intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her f number money box she gradually came to a diaphragm. A gleam red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the curio of the fomite next to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per hr, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 railcar like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly flush. Curious about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double return. His mouth dropped heart-to-heart in surprise, and Lita watched a slack grin spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing glum shades that obscured a safe parcel 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 steering wheel of the Ferrari, staring flat ahead and wondering when the igniter would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a man of newspaper against the windowpane with a message scrawled across it in big letters."beginning one to the water pillar winnings,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the piece of paper down, Lita gave him a huge thumb 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 hard, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

An image of his triumphant smiling when he won goad Lita into action. She turned the recess, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the flooring.

The courser jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to set out vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."cuss that bottle of water system,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee trough she won the race.

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

Lita's hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster controls. She flipped open the credit card screening, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would combust her upper.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a fuzz. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated rightfulness underneath her keister. Lita took one deal from the cycle and jammed it into her genitalia, feeling a moving ridge of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would pour down me,"she thought.

Within second of starting the azotic oxide recall dose, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to draw ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. excitation built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a international mile from the water towboat, but Lita was surefooted for the first time that she would win the race.

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

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

A squirt of pee escaped into her panties, 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 water tower was soil and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the stopgap road, causing the charger to reverberate and joggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete controller over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her faint grizzly slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost Joseph Black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the rate of flow, but the bumpy road made it impossible. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the easing it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the water towboat, and turned off the lighting of the courser. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her pants couldn't soak up any more pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the ticklish leather beneath her."Dad's going to pop me for ruining his buttocks,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excited smile on his face, and began approaching Lita's room access. Her center grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her gasp. Desperate to end before he got to fold, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee fusillade from her crotch.

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

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

Lita's expression reddened, and she reached for the key to resume 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 bloomers."Wow."

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

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's Kuki-Chin gently with his digit. 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 helping hand, the man reached up and pulled off his dark glasses. Lita stared in shock as the man was revealed to be…

"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 a lot, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't moderate it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the want to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised.

"Don't be embarrassed,"Gospel According to Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a answer, Luke gently took Lita's face between his hands and kissed her.

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

Lita felt Saint Luke's invertebrate foot reach behind her and close the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his manpower through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her coat of arms went around Luke's neck opening of their own pact, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his dead body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every column inch of him on her. She began to feel a different form of agitation building in her chest, a foreign touch. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Gospel of Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eyes for confirmation that this was hunky-dory. Lita nodded slightly, and St. Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her Chin, and down her cervix. When Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a cramp of pleasure, and couldn't maintain back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his mouth back to hers, and his tongue found its way into her mouth.

Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever French kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the curiosity of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's script was making a lead down her arm, across her waistline, and toward her wet genital organ. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a chill of exhilaration caused more pee to rush from her bladder, soaking his hired man. At foremost, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness Begin to disseminate that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Saint Luke was peeing himself in reaction. She looked into his smoldering grim eyes, and her mettle thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the first time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a overnice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's back talk back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one mitt on either side of Lita's head word 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 forepart. When Gospel According to Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the catch of her shirt, she didn't blockage him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't aid. She wanted it.

St. Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to undo the eccentric bow around Lita 's cervix. As he fumbled, he trailed kiss from her mouth, up her jaw off-white, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her spinal column. As he tried one last time to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his dorsum, to his wrists. She guided his palms down to the front of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the reason."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the sonant fabric of the cashmere blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could experience the shoulder straps connect to her bra, as well as the minimal cushioning it provided.

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

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

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

His hands began to course down, first to underside of your chest, and then to her flat stomach. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her obliterate pubic hair, and landing on her wet privates. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her warm slit, sliding his manus 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 roll in the hay his paw, she took his place on her breast.

This was so new to her, so foreign, so wonderful. Her body began to rock as the wetfabric of her slack and panties pushed against her pussy, and she was so closing curtain to experiencing her world-class orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's lower mitt reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature now poking her in the spine. His second manus started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his thwarting reached it 's breaking full point, he tore it upward, jerking her hands up, and the shirt off her soundbox. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden shank up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper descend behind her. She did however notification 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 phallus in her deal, she thought it must be 8 inches long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his irradiation. She set a yard that was well-off for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a piddling wetness variety 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,"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 spit out, she tasted the nectar directly from the source. It was a piercingly sugariness kind of appreciation, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked circles around the tip.

Luke put his hands on either side of Lita 's mind, and pushed forward, separating her mouth and penetrating in to her virgin lip. This action that was so new to Lita, was very intimate to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her back talk further to his rough mound of pubic hair, 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 sass, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's hired hand went up to explore Lukes egg, the other went to play with her clit.

"sucking it,"Luke instructed as he continued to lunge."Oh yeah, maintain going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lip."I do n't want to cum before the main event."He put his workforce under Lita 's weapon and lifted to her pes, and sat her on the strong-armer of her car. Guiding her back to lay flat, he slid her slacks and greenness panties off of her with the relative simpleness of a pro.

Luke struggled out of his jeans, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a show of lifting his shirt, to reveal a tone upper trunk. When they were both as naked as the moment they were born, Gospel According to Luke started the effect that took place 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her cowling.

His rock punishing turncock was just touching her proscribed backtalk, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nibble and torture her.

Lita responded by pushing his articulatio humeri down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her branch around his torso, and her peg 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 head towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it embark. He pushed Lita back to the cowling, and pulled himself free. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw osseous tissue, to her neck, throat, shoulders, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to lick rophy around it. His tongue treated the tit itself, as a sailplaning ship would treat a inflexible crisphead lettuce."Go close to enjoy it 's mantrap, but never touch."His left wing hand pinched her right nipple, and rolled it in opposite rotary. Moans now flowed from Lita 's brim, as pee did moments before.

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

St. Luke 's right hired hand felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her pissing herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquidness coming from her in such great volume, was the same gold love. His pointer finger circled her clit, as his heart digit went inside, and rubberize her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the art object of man sports meeting on top of her. She continued stroking his now slipperiness humanness, and used her resign deal to push his suckling face hard on to her titty. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her body began to rock, his fingers and glossa stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his trail of kisses and poke, from her will nipple to her right, then down to her belly release. From there he curved down to the allow for tip of her pubic tomentum, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick slug, before moving on down her forget thigh and settling with a fuss of butterfly stroke candy kiss on the sensitive skin under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her second joint with his tongue, 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 second joint, to her right human knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and last time on the spot where her light fuzz and stage meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his glossa sent galvanizing cushion through the Virgo the Virgin body. He set his glossa still, then ran small vertical slash, followed by quick horizontal strokes. When her body felt right-hand, he put his implements of war under her legs and lifted her rear off the cap of her car.

His knife now stopped paying care to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even downcast. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown cakehole 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 trap itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans to the highest degree buck private of holes however, made his rock hard cock grow even harder.
At this full stop, Lita had enough, and she needed Gospel According to Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, mysterious, 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 unmoved orifice. As his tip once again touched her lips, his mouth did the same. There knife danced as their parts joined.

Luke 's fellow member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a hired man in a fit out boxing glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the degree of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from schematic realism, so primaeval, it was her paradise on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the moving ridge of delight that being with her first man had brought.

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

His hands tangled in the fuzz close to her scalp, holding Lita 's facial expression to his own. His breast rubbed against hers, giving soft arousal to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the ground, and matched Luke thrust for poke. This clip, 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 footling louder, and letting out a slender gasp. Her fork got wet with her love life succus, and she knew it was clip, clock time for her to experience the start coming. She bucked up one last time, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started modest, and slowly raised to a howler of inconceivable pleasure ripping through her organic structure. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her rear, her centre clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his disaffect invader. She felt lovingness spread, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled destitute and pointed his gorge manhood at her expression. Several strings of gooey man juice shot from his tip, hitting her forehead to chin up, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

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

~SWL & ATL