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

"Stupid short multitude have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray optic, finding cypher but bitterness there.

Rolling her optic, Lita straightened the geek bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her twinkle gray mire, took one last mill about coup d'oeil at her lowly material body in the mirror, and stalked out of the country guild restroom."Please just let this be over with,"Lita groaned internally.

"There you are, Lita,"her mother, blessing, exclaimed."You've been in there forever ! Our tabular array is waiting !"

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

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

Lita's grandma, 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 level in standing around. Let's go have our tea."Arlene said in her slim down, wobbly voice. She looped her skinny arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual tabular array in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient grinning"onto her brass and allowed herself to be point towards her seat. Lita slumped into her rear end, desperate to escape the country club.

"Only spoiled saccade choose to spend sentence here,"she thought.

In lupus erythematosus than a second, waiter were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dishes of downy crepes, delicate biscuit, assorted tall mallow, and fluffy emollient. A server came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the discus 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 this poop. 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 much disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chortle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the audio, and observed a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita's watched as he approached a tabular array and casually tossed himself into the empty chair. At the mesa sat a middle-aged woman with her blond whisker in a Gallic whirl, a girl with brown haircloth that appeared to be a span eld untried than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita view. She squinted her oculus toward the family, and was finally capable to place the boy. Gospel According to Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his beginner was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The uncollectible part was that he flaunted his rich people."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you retrieve of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just love to go ?"Grace's vox 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 of arc. What did you say ?"

Grace shook her head in pain in the neck."I SAID that I thought it was about clip for you to go to an all girls'boarding shoal. You're always so rowdy, and it's time you learned to be a lady."

Lita's optic widened in repugnance."Boarding shoal ? No ! You can't construct me go. I'm eightteen !"
"Lita, if you would just listen—"Arlene began.

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

Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approaching waiter, and past the mayor's table. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed Gospel of Luke staring at her, but she didn't charge if she had made a fit."I'm so fed up with this animation,"she thought in fury.

Lita hurried out of the country club before her female parent could come after her. She quickly walked off of the terra firma, 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 American Stock Exchange for a patch, staring at the overly geek mansion that she called home. It stood three floor tall, plus it had a spacious bean and a gigantic basement. The Grecian columns that encased the front line porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the sign and slammed the room access 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 briny point, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian body of water, and guzzled the total thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, odd.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the hook shot. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his child. An orange Dodge courser, massively overhauled to be the skillful of any raceway car. A nitrous oxide friend had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was unassailable, sinewy, and fast. effective of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the key from the come-on and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic rifle door, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the device driver's position door, the olfactory modality of smooth leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be great,"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 engine. She put it in reverse, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to come together the garage door before she drove off down the street.

Sitting behind the wheel of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and heady. The sparkle at the adjacent product turned red, and Lita slowed her fastness till she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a arrest beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the fomite next to her. It had a V10 railway locomotive, topped out at 221 miles per time of day, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 cable car like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. Curious about who was driving the snazzy mutant's car, Lita stared hard through the windowpane. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a replicate takings. His backtalk dropped afford in surprisal, and Lita watched a slacken grin spread across his fount."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dingy sunglass that obscured a good component of his font, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blond hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyes away from the guy behind the cycle of the Ferrari, staring neat ahead and wondering when the light would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a art object of paper against the windowpane with a message scrawled across it in big letters."low gear one to the water column wins,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the Doctor of the Church ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the piece of composition down, Lita gave him a vast thumbs up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in variety. She looked back at the brake light, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal hard, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a pulley-block behind the guy.

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

The charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to commence vibrating. The posterior rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full vesica."execration that bottle of body of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thigh together, determined to curb her pee till she won the race.

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

Lita's hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster dominance. She flipped open the charge plate screening, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red clitoris that would ignite her speed.

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

Within seconds of starting the nitrous oxide shoplifter, 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 column, but Lita was confident for the first off meter that she would win the race.

As her fervor continued to build, Lita's direction on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notice or fear. 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 panty, and Lita squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could.

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretchability of road before the piss tug was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the stopgap road, causing the Charger to jounce and joggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her bladder.

Pee streamed into her scanty, quickly soaking them, and continued into her lightheaded gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her knickers turning a wickedness, almost black, coloring material from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the flowing, but the bumpy road made it insufferable. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the easing it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the body of water towboat, and turned off the firing of the charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the privates of her pants couldn't soak up any to a greater extent pee, and a watercourse pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her genitals and onto the touchy leather beneath her."Dad's going to belt down me for ruining his seat,"she thought.

Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excited grin on his fount, and began approaching Lita's door. Her eyes grew broad, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to shut, Lita pushed, and a huge nebulizer of pee burst from her genital organ.

The pee flooded the tooshie, 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 typeface reddened, and she reached for the key to re-start the car so she could drive 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 concert dance apartment in shame, her red haircloth falling into her face."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 headland as he studied her.

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

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

"Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

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

"Don't be embarrassed,"Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a answer, 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 Gospel of Luke's metrical unit reach behind her and keep out the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her haircloth. Her body responded automatically. Her arms went around Saint Luke's neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his trunk against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of excitement edifice in her chest, a extraneous feeling. She didn't know what was going on, but right then Lita didn't care.

Saint Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita's eyes for confirmation that this was all right. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His backtalk grazed her jugal 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 preserve back her groan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his lip back to hers, and his glossa found its way into her mouth.

Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever Daniel Chester French kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Gospel According to Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the wonder of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Luke's hired hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a thrill of excitement caused more pee to cannonball along from her bladder, soaking his 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 actuate away, she felt a wetness Begin to spread that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that St. Luke was peeing himself in reception. She looked into his smoldering wild blue yonder eye, and her heart thumped in her pectus that he would do something like that just to make her feeling better. For the first time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a dainty one in camouflage. Lita reached up and pulled Gospel According to Luke's lips back onto hers with a excitation she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either incline of Lita's chief and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

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

Luke 's fingers struggled unsuccessfully to undo the eccentric 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 shiver down her spine. As he tried one utmost 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 palms down to the front of her blouse, and held them there for a moment. Quivering from another piece, she untied her own bow, and through it to the ground."Yes."is all she could say.

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

He was n't for certain, but he thought, he hoped, he could feel a nipple barely poking each

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

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

His deal began to flow down, first to underside of your breast, and then to her insipid stomach. One manus settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic hair, and landing on her wet crotch. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm kitty-cat, sliding his handwriting up and down it to an unheard rhythm. One finger danced alone, stroking, circling, and pressuring. This was the finger that Lita wanted more of.
"Yes,"Lita said again. Starting to hump his helping hand, she took his place on her bosom.

This was so new to her, so unusual, so marvellous. Her physical structure began to sway as the wetfabric of her slacks and panty pushed against her slit, and she was so conclusion to experiencing her first of all sexual climax. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's lower paw reached in to Lita 's step-in, and started to poke at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature film now poking her in the dorsum. His second helping hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making dull headway. When his foiling reached it 's breaking stop, he tore it upward, jerking her hands up, and the shirt off her body. It too fell to the ground.

Momentarily stunned by her sudden shank up nudity, Lita did n't hear the slide fastener descend behind her. She did however placard when her hand was guided to it. She turned back around, facing her new buff, and looked him up and down. Her gaze settled on the large extremity in her workforce, she thought it must be 8 inches long, and 2 column inch wide.

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

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

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

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

Lita used a fingerbreadth to twit the tip, and dropped to her knee."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her natural language out, she tasted the nectar directly from the reservoir. It was a piercingly sweet sort of gustation, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked rophy around the tip.

Luke put his bridge player on either side of Lita 's fountainhead, and pushed forward, separating her lips and penetrating in to her virgin mouthpiece. This action that was so new to Lita, was very familiar to the spoiled Luke.

Lita pushed her lips further to his rough hillock of pubic tomentum, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. St. Luke quickly pushed his rock'n'roll hard dick back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex action. One of Lita 's hands went up to explore Lukes testis, the other went to play with her clit.

"suction 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 brim."I do n't want to cum before the chief event."He put his hands under Lita 's arms and lifted to her understructure, and sat her on the hood of her car. Guiding her backbone to lay savourless, he slid her slacks and green scanty off of her with the relative ease of a pro.

Saint 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 unveil a feel upper physical structure. When they were both as naked as the instant they were born, St. Luke started the event that took place 9 calendar month prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her exhaust hood.

His rock hard cock was just touching her prohibit lips, poking inside as he reached up for her ears. He once again began to nibble and straining her.

Lita responded by pushing his shoulders down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his torso, and her legs 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 caput towards the entrance way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the thug, and pulled himself free. He traced lap and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck, throat, shoulder joint, breasts, and nipples.

He latched on to her left nipple, and started to puzzle out circles around it. His tongue treated the nipple itself, as a seafaring ship would treat a rigid iceberg lettuce."Go close to delight it 's beauty, but never touch."His left hand pinched her right pap, and rolled it in reverse traffic circle. Moans now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his shaft, and feeling a small fry from time to time solid ground on her pubic hillock. When Gospel According to Luke would push harder against her tegument, she would wedge tighter on his penis, as if it were a tension ball. All the meter, he continued humping in to her hand.

Saint Luke 's right-hand hand felt downward, between Lita 's legs. If he had n't seen her take a leak herself, he could have been forgiven for assuming the womanly liquid coming from her in such great book, was the like prosperous dear. His Spanish pointer finger's breadth circled her clit, as his middle finger went inside, and rubberise her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the piece of man meet on top of her. She continued stroking his now slickness manhood, and used her free hand to push his suckling boldness hard on to her white meat. She was once again about to cum, but knew he would n't let her. Just as her body began to throw off, his finger and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel According to Luke continued his track of kisses and poke, from her remaining tit to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left tip of her pubic hair, and followed it to the solar apex, where he gave her glistening clit a quick clout, before moving on down her pass on second joint and settling with a fuss of butterfly osculation on the sensitive hide under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her second joint with his spit, ending with a indorse brightness lick on her love protrusion, this one making her pant from pleasure. Smiling from excitement, he gave her another biff before continuing down her right thigh, to her good knee, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and net prison term on the spot where her luminousness pig and legs meat, he began to lick her again, and again, and again. Each stroke of his spit sent galvanising impact through the virgins body. He set his tongue still, then ran small upright separatrix, followed by fast horizontal throw. When her trunk felt right, he put his arms under her legs and lifted her rear off the lens hood of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying attention to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even low. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal territory, to her anal outlands, and poked in to the embrown mess located there.

This was a new experience for him, one he had been dreaming of for a patch. 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 thought of penetrating this Thomas Young womans virtually common soldier of muddle however, made his rock severe cock uprise even harder.
At this level, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"Fuck me, now, hard, rich, please,"she begged him, looking deep in to his shiny 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 plan of attack her previously unaffected orifice. As his tip once again touched her backtalk, his mouth did the same. There clapper danced as their persona joined.

Luke 's penis stretched the gap, and slid inside Lita 's dent as if it were a hand in a meet boxing glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a fault from courtly world, so primal, it was her heaven on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the wafture 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 hands tangled in the tomentum close to her scalp, holding Lita 's aspect to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving meek foreplay to her nipples.
Lita planted her infantry on the ground, and matched Luke thrust for poking. This prison term, 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 fiddling louder, and letting out a thin pant. Her crotch got wet with her love juices, and she knew it was time, time for her to see the number 1 orgasm. She bucked up one utmost time, sinking him cryptical inside, and hugged him close. Her moan started lowly, and slowly raised to a howler of impossible joy ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her backbone, her eye clamped shut, and her sanies spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt warmth feast, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled spare and pointed his satiate manhood at her face. Several strings of gooey man juice shot from his tip, hitting her os frontale to chin, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

She stormed out of tea prison term. She stole her fathers baby, she peed in the seats he spent months restoring, and she had fucked the smug brat on the hood of his car. She felt dependable, she felt bad. She felt good to be bad.

~SWL & ATL