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

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

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the pinch of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray quagmire, took one last lurk coup d'oeil at her small human body in the mirror, and stalked out of the area club restroom."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 mesa is waiting !"

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

goodwill pursed her mouth."Cut the posture. It's not very ladylike."

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

"There's no point in standing around. Let's go stimulate our tea."Arlene said in her thin, wonky spokesperson. She looped her scraggy arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual board in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient grinning"onto her face and allowed herself to be channelise towards her seat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to escape the body politic golf club.

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

In less than a minute, waiter were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dishes of downy crepe, soft cookie, various high mallow, and fluffy emollient. A server came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the disc in battlefront of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't know how anybody can fuddle this horseshit. It tastes awful,"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 often disdain 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 Cy Young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a mesa and casually tossed himself into the hollow electric chair. At the tabular array sat a middle-aged char with her blonde haircloth in a French twist, a girl with brown tomentum that appeared to be a match years younger than the boy, and…"The city manager ?"Lita thought. She squinted her optic toward the family, and was finally capable to localise the boy. Saint Luke. The snobbiest, fat kid at her school. Because his male parent was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The spoiled part was that he flaunted his riches."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

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

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

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

Grace shook her straits in annoyance."I SAID that I thought it was about clock time for you to go to an all girl'boarding school day. You're always so rowdy, and it's fourth dimension you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eyes widened in horror."Boarding school ? No ! You can't take 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 tabular array, 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 point out Saint Luke staring at her, but she didn't tending if she had made a scene."I'm so fed up with this life,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the nation golf-club before her female parent could come after her. She quickly walked off of the priming coat, close to the officious street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her sign of the zodiac. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn't know what.

After a short-circuit drive, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's theatre. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the overly eccentric sign that she called dwelling. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious loft and a gigantic basement. The Grecian tower that encased the front porch just looked flash to Lita.

She hated every public square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the theatre 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 rooms of the main storey, a manic anxiety rising in her pectus. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz nursing bottle of Evian piddle, and guzzled the integral thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the paries by the service department room access caught her eye. Lita moved closer, singular.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange tree dodging charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any wash car. A nitrous oxide takeoff rocket had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was inviolable, brawny, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the samara from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic threshold, and hurried to the gleaming subspecies car. When Lita opened the driver's side 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 feeling of the old, sonant leather underneath her.

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

Sitting behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt unvanquishable. She felt daring and heady. The visible radiation at the next crossway turned red, and Lita slowed her fastness trough she gradually came to a plosive. A gleaming 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 engine, topped out at 221 sea mile per hour, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 indorsement. Only 500 elevator car like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. Curious 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 double take. His mouth dropped open up in surprise, and Lita watched a retard grinning spread across his face."Who is he ?"Lita opinion. The driver of the Enzo was wearing colored sunglass 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 straight person ahead and wondering when the luminance would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a composition of paper against the windowpane with a message scrawled across it in big letter."first one to the water tug wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the Doctor ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the composition of paper down, Lita gave him a huge ovolo 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 gruelling, but was a bit dense starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

An icon of his triumphant smiling when he won spurred Lita into military action. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the base.

The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The rear rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full vesica."Curse that bottle of water system,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee public treasury she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the future recess, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several blocking ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd lose the subspecies.

Lita's hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster unit controls. She flipped open the plastic screening, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would ignite her speed.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to break open. Every column inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more vivid. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right on underneath her seat. Lita took one hand from the bicycle and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a wave of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would vote down me,"she thought.

Within seconds of starting the nitrous 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. inflammation built in her pectus, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water column, but Lita was confident for the starting time time that she would win the race.

As her exhilaration continued to build, Lita's focus 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 small pothole in the road, causing the battery charger to jolt heavily.

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

Far too late, Lita remembered that the finis reaching of route before the water tower was dirt and rock-and-roll. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift road, causing the Charger to resile and wiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost unadulterated command over her vesica.

Pee streamed into her step-in, quickly soaking them, and continued into her loose grizzly slacks. 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 menstruum, but the bumpy road made it impossible. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the relievo it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the H2O tower, and turned off the kindling 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 current pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the delicate leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his keister,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an agitate grin on his face, and began approaching Lita's door. Her eyes grew across-the-board, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to polish off before he got to shut down, Lita pushed, and a immense spray of pee burst from her genitals.

The pee flooded the buns, 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 face reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could drive home. Before she could deform it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even get to formulate an excuse, the guy had reached in and pulled her out of the car, still staring at her wet knickers."Wow."

Lita looked down at her creamy-colored concert dance flats in ignominy, her red pilus falling into her font."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's chin gently with his fingers. He looked into her heart, slightly tilting his head as he studied her.

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

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

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

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

"I'm so abashed,"Lita mumbled."The car was just vibrating so much, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn't hold in 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,"St. Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a response, Gospel According to Luke gently took Lita's face between his men and kissed her.

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

Lita felt Luke's animal foot orbit behind her and shut the car doorway. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his manus through her hair. Her organic structure responded automatically. Her arms went around Gospel According to Luke's neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita's, and Lita could feel every in of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of excitement construction in her chest of drawers, a foreign opinion. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

St. Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's optic for verification that this was o.k.. Lita nodded slightly, and St. Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her os zygomaticum, trailed across her chin, and down her neck opening. When Luke reached Lita's clavicle, Lita felt a spasm of delight, and couldn't keep back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his mouthpiece 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 Saint Luke. She twined her glossa with his, and let the marvel of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet genitals. When Lita realized what St. Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to hotfoot from her bladder, soaking his paw. At inaugural, 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 move away, she felt a wetness begin to circularize 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 patrician eyes, and her center thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to pass water her tactile property better. For the first of all clip, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a skillful one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Gospel of Luke's sass back onto hers with a excitement she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the touch of his pee soaking into her pick blouse and down her front. When Luke's digit moved toward the bow at the pinch of her shirt, she didn't stop him. She knew where this bit was going, and she didn't charge. She wanted it.

Luke 's finger's breadth struggled unsuccessfully to unlace the nonconcentric bow around Lita 's neck. 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 chill down her spinal column. As he tried one last time to remove her bow, he breathed a suspiration of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his back, to his carpus. She guided his palms down to the nominal head of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another piece, she untied her own bow, and through it to the undercoat."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the indulgent cloth of the Kashmir blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder joint straps connect to her bra, as well as the minimal padding it provided.

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

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

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

His work force began to flow down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her bland tum. One hand 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 bridge player up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One fingerbreadth danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his bridge player, she took his place on her breasts.

This was so new to her, so strange, so terrific. Her physical structure began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and pantie pushed against her kitty, and she was so finale to experiencing her first coming. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Saint Luke 's blue hand reached in to Lita 's step-in, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature now poking her in the rachis. His second hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her paw up, and the shirt off her eubstance. 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 handwriting was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new lover, and looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on the big member in her hand, she thought it must be 8 column inch long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his pecker. She set a stride that was well-heeled for her, and gratifying to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness mannequin on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

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

Lita used a finger to rally the tip, and dropped to her genu."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her knife out, she tasted the nectar directly from the generator. It was a bitter sweet sort of taste, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked lot around the tip.

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

Lita pushed her lips further to his boisterous mound of pubic whisker, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock and roll hard rooster back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag inborn reflex. One of Lita 's hands went up to search Lukes ballock, the other went to meet with her clit.

"Suck it,"Saint Luke instructed as he continued to thrust."Oh yeah, prevent 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 human foot, and sat her on the tough of her car. Guiding her back to lay flavorless, he slid her slacks and green panties off of her with the relation ease of a professional.

Luke struggled out of his blue jean, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a show of lifting his shirt, to reveal a tone upper physical structure. When they were both as naked as the moment they were born, Luke started the event that took place 9 month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
dead body against hers, holding her to her lens hood.

His careen firmly cock was just touching her forbidden lips, poking inside as he reached up for her pinna. He once again began to pick and torture her.

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

Luke resisted, wanting to draw this out for as long as he could. He pushed his promontory towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself free. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw ivory, to her cervix, pharynx, berm, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left tit, and started to lap rotary around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a gliding ship would treat a strict iceberg."Go close to revel it 's beauty, but never touch."His left hand pinched her proper teat, and rolled it in opposite circles. moan now flowed from Lita 's rim, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her pegleg, and began stroking Saint Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a pip-squeak from time to time land on her pubic cumulus. When Gospel According to Luke would press harder against her skin, she would hug tighter on his penis, as if it were a stress ball. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Luke 's right hand felt downward, between Lita 's stage. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such great volume, was the same halcyon honey. His cursor finger circled her clitoris, 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 pat manhood, and used her free hand to labour his suckling fount 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.

Saint Luke continued his trail of osculation and lap, from her left wing nipple to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair's-breadth, and followed it to the peak, where he gave her glistening clit a immediate slug, before moving on down her result thigh and settling with a ado of butterfly kisses on the sensitive pelt under her articulatio genus. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his lingua, ending with a second light salt lick on her erotic love swelling, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from inflammation, he gave her another biff before continuing down her right thigh, to her right knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a one-third and last time on the patch where her light copper and legs meat, he began to bat her again, and again, and again. Each accident of his lingua sent galvanic shocks through the virgins body. He set his tongue still, then ran minuscule vertical strokes, followed by quick horizontal strokes. When her dead body felt mighty, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her bum off the strong-armer of her car.

His lingua now stopped paying aid to her clit, and slid down to her soaking orifice, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lower. The tip of his clapper slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal retentive outlands, and poked in to the embrown hole located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a while. While he enjoyed the perceptiveness of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this Brigham Young womans most individual of holes however, made his tilt hard shaft acquire even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed St. Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, deep, delight,"she begged him, looking deep in to his brilliantly eyes.

"As you wish, Lita,"he said softly as he crawled back on top of her. Lita felt his cock bounce off of her leg, and approach her previously untouched opening. As his tip once again touched her lips, his backtalk did the Lapplander. There clapper danced as their division joined.

Gospel According to Luke 's appendage stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's pussy as if it were a hand in a fitted boxing glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the stop of a tampon. This was so new, such a happy chance from formal world, so primeval, it was her heaven on land. She grimaced shortly as her Hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the wafture of delight that being with her first man had brought.

Luke continued twisting her natural language with her, and sliding his member in and out of her.

His hands tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's nerve to his own. His dresser rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulant to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the ground, and matched Luke thrusting for thrust. This time, he would n't stop, he would n't tear away, he would n't rob her of her orgasm. She thrusted again, each time moaning a picayune louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her privates got wet with her love juice, and she knew it was meter, sentence for her to get the first climax. She bucked up one finale time, sinking him deep interior, and hugged him close. Her moan started low, and slowly raised to a howler of impossible pleasure ripping through her trunk. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her centre clamped shut, and her snatch spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt warmth bedcover, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Saint Luke exclaimed, as he pulled free and pointed his gormandize humanity at her face. respective strings of gooey man succus injection from his tip, hitting her frontal bone to chin, her chest, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea time. She stole her Padre baby, she peed in the seats he spent month restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the bonnet of his car. She felt ripe, she felt bad. She felt commodity to be bad.

~SWL & ATL