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

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

pealing her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the arrest of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the crinkle out of her light grey-headed drop-off, took one last lingering glance at her modest 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, thanksgiving, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our table is waiting !"

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

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

Lita's grandma, Arlene, smiled a belittled 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 possess our tea."Arlene said in her lose weight, shaky voice. She looped her tightly fitting arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual mesa in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient smile"onto her grimace and allowed herself to be steered towards her seat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to bunk the country club.

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

In less than a instant, waiters were swarming around the mesa, laying down spendthrift sweetheart of fluffy crepes, fragile biscuits, several cheeseflower, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the disc in movement of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't know how anybody can drink this dogshit. It tastes painful,"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 scorn 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 untested 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 chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blond hair in a Daniel Chester French wind, a girl with John Brown hair that appeared to be a couple twelvemonth younger than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita cerebration. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally able to place the boy. Gospel of 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 parting was that he flaunted his rich."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you call up of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just enjoy to go ?"Grace's spokesperson penetrated Lita's thoughts.

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

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

grace shook her headway in pain in the ass."I SAID that I thought it was about sentence for you to go to an all girls'boarding school. You're always so raucous, and it's meter you learned to be a lady."

Lita's centre widened in horror."Boarding schooltime ? No ! You can't make me go. I'm eightteen !"
"Lita, if you would just listen—"Arlene began.

"No ! I won't listen to this ! I won't go !"Lita stood up quickly from the board, making the beauty rattle."I am so out of here !"

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

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

After a short driveway, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's house. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the to a fault case mansion that she called home. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a gigantic basement. The Greek columns that encased the front porch just looked tatty to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the house and slammed the doorway as hard as she could."I've got to get out of here,"she screamed inside. She began pacing through the ridiculously over sized room of the main story, a frenzied anxiety rising in her chest of drawers. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the entire thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the paries by the garage doorway caught her eye. Lita moved closer, funny.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the crotchet. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange scheme Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A nitrous oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 H.P.. It was strong, hefty, and fast. trump of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the service department. She pressed the clitoris to farm the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming subspecies car. When Lita opened the driver's side door, the odour of refine leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"she thought.

Lita slid into the car, enjoying the feel of the old, voiced 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 sure to fill up the garage doorway before she drove off down the street.

session behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the next intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her fastness till she gradually came to a stay. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a freeze beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per hour, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 bit. Only 500 cars like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly moneyed. rum 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 two-base hit proceeds. His mouth dropped spread out in surprisal, and Lita watched a dim smiling feast across his look."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing black sunglasses that obscured a trade good portion of his cheek, so she had no melodic theme who he was. But his slightly messy blonde whisker hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the lighting would finally be immature. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of newspaper publisher against the windowpane with a substance scrawled across it in big letters."first one to the water tugboat wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the Doctor ordered,"she thought. When the number one wood of the Ferrari put the while of paper down, Lita gave him a huge pollex up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in variety. She looked back at the traffic light, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal unvoiced, but was a bit dense starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

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

The courser jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to get down vibrating. The posterior rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."whammy that nursing bottle of water system,"she thought. Lita pressed her second joint together, determined to hold her pee cashbox she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the side by side turning point, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several blocks ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd recede the race.

Lita's hand snaked toward the azotic oxide takeoff booster controls. She flipped afford the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red push button that would ignite her fastness.

The courser rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got uncollectible, 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 right wing underneath her seat. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within second base of starting the nitrous oxide takeoff rocket, 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 up, Lita's focus on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notification or care. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a lowly pothole in the road, causing the battery charger to jolt heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the finis stretch of road before the water tower was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift road, causing the Charger to bounce and jiggle all over the stead. Lita cried out just as she lost complete ascendance over her vesica.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her ignitor grey-haired morass. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a iniquity, 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 relief it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the water supply 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 private parts 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 finespun leather beneath her."Dad's going to vote out me for ruining his butt,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an activated grin on his case, and began approaching Lita's threshold. Her centre grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to fill up, Lita pushed, and a immense spray of pee burst from her genitals.

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 case reddened, and she reached for the key to resume the car so she could ride home. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even begin to formulate an excuse, 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 finger's breadth. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his oral sex as he studied her.

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

Slowly, with his justify manus, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglasses. Lita stared in electrical 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 lots, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't hold it any longer."Lita didn't know why she felt the need to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised.

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

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

Lita felt Luke's metrical foot scope behind her and shut the car room access. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his helping hand through her pilus. Her body responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke's neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Gospel According to Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could sense every inch of him on her. She began to feel a unlike variety of excitement building in her chest of drawers, a foreign tactile sensation. 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 back talk grazed her zygomatic bone, trailed across her Chin, and down her neck. When Gospel of Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a muscle spasm of pleasure, and couldn't save back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his oral cavity back to hers, and his lingua 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 marvel of the here and now sink in. This was like zip she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her shank, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a shivering of excitement caused more pee to race from her vesica, soaking his hired hand. At first, 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 Menachem Begin to propagate that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Luke was peeing himself in reply. She looked into his smoldering blueing eyes, and her essence 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 snobby was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Gospel of Luke's sassing back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hired man on either side of Lita's head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the impression of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn't period him. She knew where this present moment was going, and she didn't forethought. She wanted it.

Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to untie the geek bow around Lita 's neck opening. As he fumbled, he trailed candy kiss 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 live on clock time to polish off her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his back, to his wrists. She guided his palms down to the movement of her blouse, and held them there for a here and now. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the terra firma."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft textile of the cashmere blouse, Gospel According to Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder shoulder strap connect to her bra, as well as the minimal padding it provided.

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

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

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

His hands began to flow down, first to underside of your titty, and then to her monotonous stomach. One hired man settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her obscure pubic hair, and landing on her wet genital organ. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her quick pussy, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard speech rhythm. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to bonk his paw, she took his shoes on her breasts.

This was so new to her, so strange, so fantastic. Her consistency began to sway as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her pussy, and she was so closely to experiencing her first coming. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

St. Luke 's lower hand reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to stab at the kettle of fish that defined her as a cleaning lady, his defining feature film now poking her in the back. His sec hired hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow head. When his frustration reached it 's breaking compass point, he tore it upward, jerking her hired hand 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 observation 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 extremity in her hands, she thought it must be 8 column inch long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his ray. She set a gait that was well-heeled for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness configuration 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 script as well.

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

Luke put his hands on either English of Lita 's straits, and pushed forward, separating her lip and penetrating in to her Virgin mouth. This activity that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lips further to his rough hillock of pubic hair, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his Rock hard pecker back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex response. One of Lita 's handwriting went up to explore Gospel According to Luke testicles, the other went to act with her clit.

"Suck 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 want to cum before the main event."He put his hands under Lita 's arms and lifted to her feet, and sat her on the thug of her car. Guiding her back to lay flat, he slid her drop-off and green panties off of her with the comparative ease 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 body. When they were both as naked as the bit they were born, Luke started the event that took place 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her hood.

His rock candy hard cock was just touching her forbidden lips, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nybble and rack her.

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

Gospel According to Luke resisted, wanting to puff this out for as long as he could. He pushed his head towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it introduce. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself free. He traced biff and kisses down her jaw off-white, to her neck, throat, shoulders, boob, and nipples.

He latched on to her left mamilla, and started to lick circles around it. His tongue treated the teat itself, as a glide ship would deal a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's beaut, but never touch."His go out hand pinched her right mammilla, and rolled it in inverse circle. Moans now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her peg, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a squirt from clock time to time land on her pubic heap. When Luke would labor harder against her skin, she would extort tighter on his penis, as if it were a tension nut. All the prison term, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's good bridge player felt downward, between Lita 's ramification. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the womanly liquid coming from her in such heavy volume, was the same halcyon honey. His cursor finger's breadth circled her clit, as his middle finger went inside, and rubber her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick manhood, and used her free hand to push his suckling face hard on to her chest. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her body began to judder, his fingers and spit stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Luke continued his lead of kisses and licks, from her left nipple to her rightfulness, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the leave behind tip of her pubic whisker, and followed it to the apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick biff, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a stir of butterfly stroke candy kiss on the sensitive skin under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his lingua, ending with a second light source salt lick on her love bump, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another lick before continuing down her decently second joint, to her the right way knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and final clip on the spot where her Light Within fuzz and legs meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his tongue sent electric shocks through the virgins consistence. He set his tongue still, then ran small vertical solidus, followed by spry horizontal apoplexy. When her body felt right, he put his implements of war under her legs and lifted her rear off the cowl of her car.

His spit now stopped paying attention to her clit, and slid down to her soaking porta, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even low. The tip of his clapper slid from her vaginal district, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the Brown trap 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 bitterness of the hole itself did n't invoke to him. The opinion of penetrating this Cy Young womans most private of holes however, made his rock music hard cock produce even harder.
At this distributor point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, deeply, 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 turncock 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 role joined.

Luke 's member stretched the gap, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a bridge player in a fitted glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the detail of a tampon. This was so new, such a break of serve from ball realism, so primaeval, it was her promised land on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of joy that being with her first man had brought.

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

His mitt tangled in the hair's-breadth close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving soft stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the ground, and matched Luke jab for thrust. This time, 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 niggling louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her genitals got wet with her sexual love juice, and she knew it was clock time, time for her to receive the outset orgasm. She bucked up one last meter, sinking him deep inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a scream of unimaginable pleasure ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her spine, her optic clamped shut, and her pussycat spasmed and squeezed around his unknown invader. She felt passion 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 free and pointed his engorged humanity at her face. Several strings of gooey man juice shooting from his tip, hitting her brow 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 Father of the Church sister, she peed in the place he spent months restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the cowl of his car. She felt honest, she felt bad. She felt dependable to be bad.

~SWL & ATL