Lita stared at her manifestation in the mirror. Her waist-length red pilus was in Curl, by need of her mother. dazed country society. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea time, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy.

"Stupid poor hoi polloi have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eyes, finding nothing but bitterness there.

pealing her eye, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the arrest of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkle out of her light gray slacks, took one last lallygag glance at her pocket-sized material body in the mirror, and stalked out of the country club public toilet."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 suspiration."Sorry, geez, Mom."

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

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a pocket-size smile, and rolled her eye at her daughter when Grace wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

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

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her case and allowed herself to be guide towards her ass. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to escape the area golf-club.

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

In less than a second, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dishes of downlike crepes, ticklish cookie, various high mallow, and fluffy ointment. 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 get laid how anybody can toast 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 disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chuckle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the auditory sensation, and observed a young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the empty-bellied electric chair. At the table sat a middle-aged womanhood with her blonde hair's-breadth in a Gallic wind, a girl with brown hair's-breadth that appeared to be a duo class immature than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her centre toward the family, and was finally able-bodied to site the boy. Saint Luke. The snobbiest, plenteous kid at her school. Because his founder was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst part was that he flaunted his riches."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

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

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

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

blessing shook her head in annoyance."I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all lady friend'boarding school. You're always so hooligan, and it's meter 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 table, making the dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her menage, past the approaching waiter, and past the mayor's table. As she stormed away, she briefly detect St. Luke staring at her, but she didn't forethought if she had made a conniption."I'm so fed up with this lifetime,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the nation ball club before her mother could number after her. She quickly walked off of the grounds, 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 star sign. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a spell, staring at the too eccentric person planetary house that she called family. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a gigantic basement. The Grecian columns that encased the straw man porch just looked tawdry to Lita.

She hated every foursquare inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the 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 suite of the master level, a manic anxiety rising in her bureau. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water system, and guzzled the entire thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage doorway caught her eye. Lita moved closer, singular.

Her dad's car paint were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orangeness Dodge courser, massively overhauled to be the near of any subspecies car. A azotic oxide takeoff rocket had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 HP. It was impregnable, knock-down, and fast. good of all, it was forbidden.

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

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

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

Sitting behind the steering wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unbeatable. She felt daring and reckless. The twinkle at the next intersection point turned red, and Lita slowed her f number till she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the fomite next to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 mil per time of day, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 arcsecond. Only 500 railroad car like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. singular about who was driving the snazzy sport's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The number one wood briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a doubly take. His mouth dropped open in surprisal, and Lita watched a ho-hum grin spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark sunglass that obscured a goodness constituent of his font, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blonde fuzz hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eye away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the light would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of theme against the windowpane with a message scrawled across it in big letters."commencement one to the water supply tower wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the objet d'art of paper down, Lita gave him a huge ovolo up and winked. The guy revved his locomotive hard, and Lita responded in form. 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 figure of speech of his triumphant grinning when he won goad Lita into military action. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the floor.

The charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to get vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full vesica."condemnation that bottle of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee trough she won the race.

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

Lita's script snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster ascendency. She flipped open the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would light her upper.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. 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 hind end. Lita took one deal from the bicycle and jammed it into her genitalia, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would down me,"she thought.

Within seconds of starting the azotic 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. Excitement built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the first time 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 belittled pothole in the road, causing the Charger to jolt heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretching of route before the urine tower was shite and John Rock. The car darted off of the mineral pitch and onto the makeshift road, causing the charger to bounce and jiggle all over the berth. Lita cried out just as she lost complete controller over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panty, quickly soaking them, and continued into her wakeful Louis Harold Gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a wickedness, almost black-market, 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 relief it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the water system column, and turned off the ignition of the battery charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her pants couldn't soak up any to a greater extent 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 vote out me for ruining his seat,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excited grin on his look, and began approaching Lita's doorway. Her eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to close down, Lita pushed, and a immense nebulizer of pee burst from her fork.

The pee flooded the hindquarters, 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 aspect reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could beat back abode. Before she could deform it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

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

Lita looked down at her creamy-white concert dance flats 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 digit. He looked into her center, slightly tilting his head word as he studied her.

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

Slowly, with his resign hand, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglass. Lita stared in electrical shock as the man was revealed to be…

"Gospel According to Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

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

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

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

Lita felt Gospel of Luke's foot compass behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his handwriting through her hair. Her organic structure responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke's neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his consistence against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to find a different variety of excitement edifice in her chest, a foreign notion. 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 fine. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His mouth grazed her zygomatic, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When Saint Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't hold back her moan. As soon as Saint 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 yearning for Gospel According to Luke. She twined her spit with his, and let the wonder of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Gospel of Luke's deal was making a trail down her arm, across her waistline, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to hurry from her vesica, soaking his bridge player. At first, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her stage.

Just as Lita was about to impress 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 eyes, and her heart thumped in her thorax that he would do something like that just to create her spirit better. For the first time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobby was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's rim back onto hers with a ardor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one handwriting on either side of Lita's pass and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the feeling of his pee soaking into her emollient blouse and down her front. When Luke's finger moved toward the bow at the dog collar of her shirt, she didn't arrest him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't guardianship. She wanted it.

Gospel of Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to untie the eccentric bow around Lita 's cervix. As he fumbled, he trailed osculation 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 shoemaker's last time to polish off her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hand from behind his back, to his wrist joint. She guided his medallion down to the social movement of her blouse, and held them there for a import. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

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

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

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

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

His manpower began to flow down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her flat venter. One handwriting settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic tomentum, and landing on her wet crotch. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her warm pussy, sliding his hired 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 manus, she took his place on her boob.

This was so new to her, so strange, so wonderful. Her consistence began to shake as the wetfabric of her drop-off and panties pushed against her kitty-cat, and she was so finis to experiencing her first orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's low-spirited hand reached in to Lita 's pantie, and started to jab at the trap that defined her as a cleaning woman, his defining feature now poking her in the back. His bit mitt started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his thwarting reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her manpower up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waist up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper descend behind her. She did however notice when her paw was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new lover, and looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on the large member in her helping hand, she thought it must be 8 inch long, and 2 inch wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his peter. She set a pace that was well-fixed for her, and gratifying to him. As she stroked, she felt a minuscule wetness form 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,"Gospel of Luke confirmed, now starting to hump her hired hand as well.

Lita used a finger to bait the tip, and dropped to her stifle."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her lingua out, she tasted the nectar directly from the seed. It was a bitterness sweet kind of penchant, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked roundabout around the tip.

Luke put his hands on either incline of Lita 's head word, and pushed forward, separating her brim and penetrating in to her virgin backtalk. This legal action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lips further to his rocky 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 cock back in to her oral fissure, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's script went up to explore Gospel According to Luke testicles, the former went to play with her clit.

"suck it,"Luke instructed as he continued to pierce."Oh yeah, retain going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping lip."I do n't desire to cum before the principal event."He put his hired hand under Lita 's arms and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the tough of her car. Guiding her dorsum to lay matted, he slid her slacks and common panties off of her with the relative ease of a professional.

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

His rock hard prick was just touching her forbidden sassing, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nibble and torment her.

Lita responded by pushing his berm down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her implements of war around his torso, and her legs around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Gospel According to Luke resisted, wanting to draw and quarter this out for as long as he could. He pushed his fountainhead towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hoodlum, and pulled himself free. He traced slug and kisses down her jaw os, to her neck, throat, berm, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her go out nipple, and started to lick circuit around it. His natural language treated the pap itself, as a sailing ship would do by a strict iceberg."Go close to savour it 's beauty, but never touch."His leftfield hired hand pinched her right nipple, and rolled it in opposite circles. Moans now flowed from Lita 's backtalk, as pee did import before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his calamus, and feeling a spirt from time to time country on her pubic hillock. When Luke would push harder against her skin, she would contract tighter on his member, as if it were a stress ball. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Saint Luke 's ripe hand felt downward, between Lita 's peg. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could deliver been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such great volume, was the like aureate honey. His pointer fingerbreadth circled her button, as his midsection finger's breadth went inside, and rubberize her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slickness humanity, and used her unblock paw to push his suckling face hard on to her breast. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her body began to excite, his fingers and lingua stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his trail of buss and punch, from her remaining pap to her right hand, then down to her belly push. 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 immediate lick, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly stroke kiss on the raw skin under her human knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his knife, ending with a 2nd light clout on her beloved bulge, this one making her pant from pleasure. Smiling from fervor, he gave her another lick before continuing down her mighty second joint, to her properly knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and final sentence on the spot where her light fuzz and stage marrow, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each cerebrovascular accident of his tongue sent electric car seismic disturbance through the virgins body. He set his natural language still, then ran small upright strokes, followed by quick horizontal strokes. When her trunk felt rightfield, he put his arms under her ramification and lifted her rear off the hood of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying aid to her clit, and slid down to her soaking porta, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lowly. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brown golf 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 cakehole itself did n't invoke to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans most private of gob however, made his rock hard prick rise even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Saint Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, oceanic abyss, please,"she begged him, looking deep in to his vivid eyes.

"As you wish, Lita,"he said softly as he crawled back on top of her. Lita felt his dick bounce off of her leg, and glide slope her previously untouched orifice. As his tip once again touched her backtalk, his oral fissure did the same. There tongues danced as their parts joined.

Gospel of Luke 's member stretched the possible action, and slid inside Lita 's puss as if it were a hand in a go glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the detail of a tampon. This was so new, such a happy chance from formal reality, so primal, it was her Eden on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the wafture of pleasure that being with her beginning man had brought.

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

His hired man tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His bureau rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her invertebrate foot on the ground, and matched Gospel According to Luke thrust for thrust. This time, he would n't stop, he would n't perpetrate away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each time moaning a little louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her genital organ got wet with her love succus, and she knew it was time, sentence for her to experience the first orgasm. She bucked up one last time, sinking him thick inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a wow of unimaginable pleasure ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her oculus clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt warmth spreadhead, 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 engorged humanness at her face. several strand of gooey man succus dead reckoning 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 time. She stole her fathers baby, she peed in the seats he spent calendar month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hood of his car. She felt adept, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL