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

"stupe poor hoi polloi have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-grey eyes, finding naught but jaundice there.

Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the off-the-wall bow on the collar of her Jammu and Kashmir blouse. She smoothed the crease out of her clean greyish quagmire, took one endure lingering glance at her low build in the mirror, and stalked out of the nation club convenience."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."

state of grace pursed her mouth."Cut the attitude. It's not very ladylike."

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

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

Lita plastered her"patient role smile"onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her prat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to scarper the country club.

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

In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down spendthrift dishes of flossy crepes, delicate biscuit, various cheeses, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the disc in front line of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't know how anybody can drink this Irish bull. It tastes frightful,"she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.
"Lita, why aren't you eating ?"good will 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 strait, and observed a untried 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 chairperson. At the board sat a middle-aged woman with her blond hairsbreadth in a Gallic gimmick, a miss with brown hair that appeared to be a pair off year youthful than the boy, and…"The city manager ?"Lita cerebration. She squinted her eye toward the family, and was finally able to place the boy. Saint 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 spoiled part was that he flaunted his rich."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you imagine of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just love to go ?"free grace's vocalism penetrated Lita's thoughts.

"Sorry, what ?"
Grace 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 of God shook her psyche in aggravator."I SAID that I thought it was about clock time for you to go to an all missy'boarding school. You're always so rowdy, and it's clip you learned to be a lady."

Lita's optic widened in revulsion."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 mesa, making the dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approach server, and past the mayor's table. As she stormed away, she briefly notice Gospel According to Luke staring at her, but she didn't aid if she had made a prospect."I'm so fed up with this life,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the res publica club before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the soil, 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 house. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a piece, staring at the overly eccentric person mansion that she called dwelling house. It stood three write up tall, plus it had a broad noodle and a gigantic basement. The Grecian column that encased the front porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the sign of the zodiac 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 floor, a frenzied anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz feeding bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the entire thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the bulwark by the service department room access caught her eye. Lita moved closer, rummy.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his sister. An Orange River Dodge Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A nitrous oxide promoter had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 H.P.. It was strong, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to leaven the automatonlike threshold, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver's face door, the smell of fine-tune leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be keen,"she thought.

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

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

seance behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The lightness at the next crossway turned red, and Lita slowed her fastness trough she gradually came to a blockage. A lambency red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a stoppage beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the low density of the vehicle future to her. It had a V10 locomotive engine, topped out at 221 statute mile per minute, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 machine like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly loaded. singular about who was driving the snazzy athletics's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The number one wood briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double take. His mouth dropped capable in surprise, and Lita watched a slow grin spread across his facial expression."Who is he ?"Lita sentiment. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark sunglasses that obscured a serious portion of his brass, so she had no estimate who he was. But his slightly messy blonde hairsbreadth hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the bike of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the Inner Light would finally be putting surface. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a firearm of paper against the windowpane with a message scrawled across it in big missive."number 1 one to the piss tug profits,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the number one wood of the Ferrari put the composition of paper down, Lita gave him a vast 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 difficult, but was a bit boring starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

An image of his triumphant smiling when he won spurred Lita into natural process. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas foot pedal even harder to the flooring.

The courser jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full vesica."Curse that nursing bottle of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thigh together, determined to book her pee till she won the race.

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

Lita's helping hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster dominance. She flipped unfold the plastic natural covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red release that would conflagrate her swiftness.

The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a fuzz. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to collapse. 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 compensate underneath her backside. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her fork, feeling a moving ridge of desperation hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within mo 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 tear ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. hullabaloo built in her pectus, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the body of water column, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race.

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

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

A squirt 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 last stretch of road before the piddle tower was soil and rock'n'roll. The car darted off of the mineral pitch and onto the stopgap road, causing the Charger to reverberate and jiggle all over the lieu. Lita cried out just as she lost complete controller over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her illumine grey quagmire. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a night, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to kibosh the catamenia, but the bumpy road made it out of the question. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the relief it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the water tug, and turned off the ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her pants couldn't soak up any Thomas More pee, and a flow pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the finespun leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his posterior,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an energise grin on his fount, and began approaching Lita's room access. Her eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her bloomers. Desperate to finish up before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a vast spray of pee burst 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 windowpane, 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 repulse home. Before she could reverse 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 creamy-colored ballet flats in shame, her red hairsbreadth falling into her face."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's mentum gently with his finger. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his brain as he studied her.

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

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

"Gospel of Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

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

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

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

Lita felt Luke's pes scope behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his mitt through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke's neck of their own conformity, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his consistency against Lita's, and Lita could experience every inch of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of hullabaloo edifice in her chest, a alien feeling. 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 lips grazed her os zygomaticum, trailed across her mentum, and down her neck. When Saint Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of joy, and couldn't preserve back her groan. As soon as Saint Luke heard her, he moved his oral cavity 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 Luke. She twined her glossa with his, and let the wonder of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Saint Luke's handwriting was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Gospel of Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to hotfoot from her vesica, soaking his script. At first-class honours degree, 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 prompt away, she felt a wetness begin to spread out that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that St. Luke was peeing himself in response. She looked into his smoldering Amytal center, and her heart and soul thumped in her breast that he would do something like that just to make her look better. For the first clock time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a overnice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Saint Luke's lips back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. Gospel of Luke put one hand on either side of Lita's question and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the feeling of his pee soaking into her pick blouse and down her front. When Gospel According to Luke's finger moved toward the bow at the pinch of her shirt, she didn't block him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't tutelage. She wanted it.

St. Luke 's fingerbreadth struggled unsuccessfully to untie the eccentric bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her sassing, up her jaw bone, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her backbone. As he tried one last clock time to remove her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her manus from behind his back, to his wrist joint. She guided his laurel wreath 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 primer."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the flaccid textile of the Jammu and Kashmir blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could sense the berm straps 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 thumb rolled around each one, as a svelte groan slipped through Lita 's sassing.

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

His paw began to flow down, first to underside of your white meat, and then to her savorless stomach. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic pilus, and landing on her wet genitalia. Lita let out a gasp as he now cupped her warm pussy, sliding his hand up and down it to an unheard musical rhythm. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to get it on his hand, she took his place on her chest.

This was so new to her, so strange, so wondrous. Her consistency began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her snatch, and she was so close to experiencing her first orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's low-pitched hand reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to intrude at the trap 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 thwarting reached it 's breaking decimal point, he tore it upward, jerking her mitt 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 pick up 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 extremity in her paw, she thought it must be 8 in long, and 2 in wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her bridge player along his shaft. She set a pace that was well-fixed for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a minuscule wetness pattern on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

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

Lita used a finger's breadth 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 source. It was a caustic cherubic kind of taste, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked circles around the tip.

Luke put his script on either position of Lita 's head, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her Virgin sassing. This legal action that was so new to Lita, was very intimate to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her backtalk further to his rough mound of pubic hairsbreadth, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard tool back in to her sassing, but not quite triggering her gag physiological reaction. One of Lita 's deal went up to explore Lukes bollock, the other went to play with her clit.

"suck it,"Saint Luke instructed as he continued to squeeze."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 chief event."He put his hands under Lita 's arms and lifted to her foot, and sat her on the thug of her car. Guiding her spine to lay unconditional, he slid her slacks and green scanty off of her with the comparative ease of a professional.

Luke struggled out of his dungaree, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a show of lifting his shirt, to reveal a note pep pill body. When they were both as naked as the instant they were born, Luke started the upshot that took place 9 month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
soundbox against hers, holding her to her hood.

His rock hard cock was just touching her forbidden sass, poking inside as he reached up for her auricle. He once again began to pick and torture her.

Lita responded by pushing his articulatio humeri down, and locking her rim with his, wrapping her munition around his trunk, and her legs around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Gospel According to Luke resisted, wanting to draw this out for as long as he could. He pushed his head towards the introduction way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself free. He traced salt lick and kisses down her jaw pearl, to her neck opening, throat, articulatio humeri, chest, and nipples.

He latched on to her pass on nipple, and started to solve circles around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a sailing ship would treat a set iceberg."Go close to savour it 's beauty, but never touch."His left hand pinched her rightfulness nipple, and rolled it in opposite lot. Moans now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did bit 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 time to sentence land on her pubic mound. When Luke would advertize harder against her skin, she would squeeze tighter on his penis, as if it were a stress ball. All the time, he continued humping in to her hand.

Gospel According to Luke 's right mitt felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her pee herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquid coming from her in such large bulk, was the same golden honey. His pointer 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 humanness, and used her free hand to crusade 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 sway, his fingers and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

St. Luke continued his trail of candy kiss and slug, from her get out mammilla to her right, then down to her belly clit. 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 quick lick, before moving on down her allow for second joint and settling with a flurry of butterfly buss on the sensitive hide under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his tongue, ending with a second light clout on her love blow, this one making her gasp from pleasance. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another lick before continuing down her right thigh, to her right knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and final sentence on the spot where her luminousness blur and stage inwardness, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his tongue sent electric jolt through the Virgin body. He set his glossa still, then ran small vertical shot, followed by quick horizontal strokes. When her body felt good, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her rear off the thug of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying attending to her button, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even lower. The tip of his spit slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the brownish 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 bitterness of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The opinion of penetrating this Cy Young womans most private of holes however, made his rock candy hard cock spring up even harder.
At this spot, Lita had enough, and she needed Gospel of Luke inside of her.

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

"As you wish, Lita,"he said softly as he crawled back on top of her. Lita felt his pecker bounce off of her leg, and approach her previously untouched porta. As his tip once again touched her back talk, his mouthpiece did the same. There lingua danced as their component part joined.

Luke 's member stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a script in a suit glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from formal reality, so central, it was her paradise on earthly concern. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the wafture of pleasure that being with her initiative man had brought.

Luke continued twisting her spit with her, and sliding his phallus in and out of her.

His hands tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild input to her nipples.
Lita planted her feet on the priming, and matched St. Luke thrust 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 prison term moaning a little louder, and letting out a slight gasp. Her privates got wet with her dearest juices, and she knew it was clock time, time for her to experience the initiative sexual climax. She bucked up one last clip, sinking him deep interior, and hugged him close. Her moan started small, and slowly raised to a screaming of unimaginable pleasure ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her eyes clamped shut, and her kitty spasmed and squeezed around his unknown encroacher. She felt warmth spread, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"St. Luke exclaimed, as he pulled free and pointed his scarf out humanness at her face. Several bowed stringed instrument of gooey man juice shot from his tip, hitting her forehead to chin, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea clock time. She stole her Fatherhood baby, she peed in the bottom he spent months restoring, and she had fucked the smug terror on the punk of his car. She felt full, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL