Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red pilus was in curls, by need of her female parent. Stupid country baseball club. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea prison term, her mom and gran, and everything associated with being moneyed.

"Stupid pitiful people have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her bluish-gray eyes, finding nothing but rancor there.

Rolling her optic, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her sparkle gray slump, took one last-place lingering glance at her lowly frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country society 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 board is waiting !"

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

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

Lita's granny, Arlene, smiled a small smile, and rolled her optic at her daughter when good will wasn't looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

"There's no decimal point in standing around. Let's go make our tea."Arlene said in her thinly, wobbly interpreter. She looped her underweight arm through Lita's and led the way to their common board in the bay window.

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

"Only spoiled jerk choose to spend meter here,"she thought.

In less than a second, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down excessive dishes of flossy crepe paper, delicate biscuits, various cheeseflower, and fluffy emollient. A server came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in front of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't know how anybody can drink in this bull. It tastes fearful,"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 a good deal contempt as she could into her voice.

A low chuckle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the phone, and observed a 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 empty chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde pilus in a French eddy, a lady friend with Robert Brown hair that appeared to be a mates years jr. than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally able-bodied to rate the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, fat kid at her schooling. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst constituent was that he flaunted his rich."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

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

"Sorry, what ?"
free 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 ?"

good will shook her nous in irritation."I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all female child'boarding school. You're always so hooligan, and it's fourth dimension you learned to be a lady."

Lita's eyes widened in horror."Boarding schooltime ? No ! You can't take in 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 dishes rattle."I am so out of here !"

Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approaching server, and past the mayor's board. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed Saint Luke staring at her, but she didn't aid if she had made a scenery."I'm so fed up with this spirit,"she thought in fury.

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

After a short private road, the cab pulled up outside of Lita's house. Lita got out and stood at the Curb for a spell, staring at the overly eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three account tall, plus it had a broad dome and a gigantic cellar. The Grecian columns that encased the front porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every second power in 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 suite of the main level, a manic anxiety rising in her dresser. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the entire thing in arcsecond. Just then, something gleaming on the bulwark by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, odd.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange Dodge charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A azotic oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was secure, right, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the Florida key from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming wash car. When Lita opened the driver's side door, the olfactory property 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, easy leather underneath her.

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

session behind the steering wheel of her dad's"child,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and heedless. The sparkle at the next crossing turned red, and Lita slowed her speed cashbox 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 rareness 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 seconds. Only 500 car like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly moneyed. peculiar 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 twofold proceeds. His mouth dropped afford in surprisal, and Lita watched a sluggish grin counterpane across his aspect."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing darkness sunglasses that obscured a good portion of his face, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blonde hair 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 sparkle would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of paper against the window with a subject matter scrawled across it in big letter of the alphabet."starting time one to the water tower winnings,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the Doctor ordered,"she thought. When the device driver of the Ferrari put the piece of paper down, Lita gave him a huge ovolo up and winked. The guy revved his locomotive engine hard, and Lita responded in kind. She looked back at the traffic signal, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal severe, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy.

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

The battery charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder."hex that feeding bottle of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee public treasury she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the adjacent box, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several engine block ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd misplace the raceway.

Lita's hired man snaked toward the nitric oxide protagonist mastery. She flipped give the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red push button that would ignite her stop number.

The courser rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated good underneath her seat. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a moving ridge of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would belt down me,"she thought.

Within second of starting the nitric 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. inflammation built in her breast, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the 1st time that she would win the race.

As her excitement continued to make, Lita's nidus on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't observation or aid. She was almost there.

Just then, Lita hit a small-scale pothole in the route, causing the battery charger to jolt heavily.

A spurt of pee escaped into her panties, and Lita squeezed her thigh together as tightly as she could.

Far too late, Lita remembered that the live stretchiness of route before the water supply column was filth and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift road, causing the battery charger to ricochet and jiggle all over the plaza. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light up gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her drawers turning a dark, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to block up 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 H2O column, and turned off the ignition system of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the genital organ of her pants couldn't soak up any Sir Thomas More pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her genital organ and onto the finespun leather beneath her."Dad's going to kill me for ruining his behind,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an worked up grin on his brass, and began approaching Lita's door. 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, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee volley from her genitals.

The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the story. 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 labor place. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even begin to formulate an exculpation, 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 flats in ignominy, her red hair falling into her face."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

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

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

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

"Gospel of 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 much, 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,"Gospel of Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a response, Luke gently took Lita's face between his hands and kissed her.

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

Lita felt Luke's foot reach behind her and shut out the car doorway. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hired hand through her haircloth. Her dead body responded automatically. Her sleeve went around Luke's neck opening of their own pact, and she pulled him closer. Gospel of Luke pressed his torso against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to find a different kind of excitement building in her chest, a foreign flavor. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Saint Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's centre for substantiation that this was okay. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His back talk grazed her malar, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When Gospel of Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't keep back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his mouth back to hers, and his tongue found its way into her mouth.

Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever French people kissed, Lita felt even more hungriness for Luke. She twined her spit with his, and let the wonder of the consequence swallow hole in. This was like zero she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Gospel According to Luke's hand was making a lead down her arm, across her waistline, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a shiver of excitement caused more pee to rush from her bladder, soaking his script. At offset, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee left hand,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

Just as Lita was about to move 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 reception. She looked into his smoldering blueness heart, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the first meter, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke's backtalk back onto hers with a fervor she hadn't felt before. St. 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 feeling of his pee soaking into her pick blouse and down her battlefront. When Luke's fingers moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn't period him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn't care. She wanted it.

Luke 's fingerbreadth struggled unsuccessfully to untie the outre bow around Lita 's cervix. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her lips, up her jaw ivory, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a frisson down her thorn. As he tried one last time to take her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

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

Feeling the piano framework of the Kashmir blouse, Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the shoulder straps connect to her bra, as well as the minimum padding it provided.

He was n't sure, but he thought, he hoped, he could sense a teat barely poking each

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

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

His hands began to flow down, first to underside of your breasts, and then to her 2-dimensional belly. One hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her blot out pubic hair, and landing on her wet crotch. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm pussy, sliding his script up and down it to an unheard calendar method. 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 hand, she took his place on her bosom.

This was so new to her, so unknown, so terrific. Her body began to rock as the wetfabric of her morass and scanty pushed against her kitty-cat, and she was so shut down to experiencing her first orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's blue hand reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature film now poking her in the rachis. His second deal started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slow headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point, he tore it upward, jerking her hands up, and the shirt off her consistency. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden waist up nudity, Lita did n't try the zipper descend behind her. She did however observation when her mitt 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 bridge player, she thought it must be 8 column inch long, and 2 inches wide.

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

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his shaft. She set a gait that was comfortable for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness human body on the upswing, that she spread with the down swing.

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

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

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

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

Lita pushed her lips further to his rough hill 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 rima oris, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's work force went up to explore Gospel According to Luke testicles, the early went to bet with her clit.

"suction it,"Gospel of Luke instructed as he continued to pierce."Oh yeah, keep going, yeah, just like that,"he moaned as he plopped out of Lita 's groping sassing."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 lens hood of her car. Guiding her spinal column to lay categoric, he slid her quagmire and unripened pantie off of her with the relative repose of a professional.

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

His rock hard pecker was just touching her prohibit mouth, poking inside as he reached up for her pinna. He once again began to nibble and excruciate her.

Lita responded by pushing his berm down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her blazon around his torso, and her peg 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 drumhead towards the unveiling way of her burrow, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the hood, and pulled himself absolve. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck, pharynx, shoulders, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left teat, and started to puzzle out lap around it. His natural language treated the nipple itself, as a seafaring ship would process a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's looker, but never touch."His left bridge player pinched her rectify nipple, and rolled it in opposite circles. groan now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Gospel According to Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a pip-squeak from fourth dimension to metre land on her pubic hummock. When Luke would labor harder against her skin, she would squeeze tighter on his penis, as if it were a stress ball. All the sentence, he continued humping in to her hand.

St. Luke 's right hand felt downward, between Lita 's wooden leg. If he had n't seen her piss herself, he could take been forgiven for assuming the feminine liquidity coming from her in such great volume, was the same favorable honey. His arrow digit circled her clit, as his midriff finger went inside, and rubberize her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of music of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now sleek manhood, and used her absolve paw to crowd 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.

Luke continued his trail of candy kiss and licks, from her left nipple to her right, then down to her belly push button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the apex of the sun's way, where he gave her glistening clit a quick punch, before moving on down her left thigh and settling with a snow flurry of butterfly stroke kisses on the sensitive skin under her stifle. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his clapper, ending with a indorsement light lick on her love bump, this one making her pant from joy. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another clout before continuing down her right thigh, to her rightfield articulatio genus, and back up again.

When he landed, a tierce and last time on the spot where her brightness cop and ramification meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each solidus of his spit sent electric shocks through the Virgin physical structure. He set his spit still, then ran lowly perpendicular virgule, followed by quick horizontal accident. When her body felt right, he put his weaponry under her ramification and lifted her rear off the hood of her car.

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

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a while. While he enjoyed the preference of the pee that had flowed there, the rancour of the hollow itself did n't invoke to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans virtually private of yap however, made his rock 'n' roll firmly cock produce even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"piece of ass me, now, hard, abstruse, please,"she begged him, looking deep in to his bright eyes.

"As you wish, Lita,"he said softly as he crawled back on top of her. Lita felt his cock bounce off of her leg, and advance her previously unaffected opening. As his tip once again touched her sass, his mouth did the same. There tongues danced as their parts joined.

Luke 's member stretched the initiative, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a script in a fitted glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the dot of a tampon. This was so new, such a break from formal world, so primordial, it was her Shangri-la on land. She grimaced shortly as her maidenhead was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her for the first time man had brought.

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

His bridge player tangled in the tomentum close to her scalp, holding Lita 's boldness to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving modest stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her animal foot on the ground, and matched Luke thrust for poke. 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 little louder, and letting out a slight pant. Her crotch got wet with her love succus, and she knew it was clock time, time for her to see the number one coming. She bucked up one terminal time, sinking him trench interior, and hugged him close. Her groan started small, and slowly raised to a screeching of unimaginable pleasance ripping through her organic structure. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her back, her eyes clamped shut, and her purulence spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt affectionateness cattle ranch, 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 manhood at her font. Several strings of gooey man juice nip from his tip, hitting her brow to chin, her titty, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea time. She stole her male parent sister, she peed in the seats he spent month restoring, and she had fucked the smug holy terror on the bonnet of his car. She felt expert, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL