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

"stupid person hapless people have it so easy,"she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eyes, finding nothing but rancor there.

Rolling her oculus, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the pinch of her Cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray slacks, took one survive dawdle glimpse at her small frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country gild 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 table is waiting !"

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

Grace pursed her sassing."Cut the posture. It's not very ladylike."

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

"There's no point in time in standing around. Let's go suffer our tea."Arlene said in her dilute, rickety voice. She looped her boney arm through Lita's and led the way to their usual board in the bay window.

Lita plastered her"patient role smile"onto her face and allowed herself to be point towards her seat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to get out the country golf club.

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

In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the tabular array, laying down excessive dishes of flossy crepes, soft biscuits, versatile cheeses, and fluffy cream. A server came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in strawman of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea."I don't have sex how anybody can salute this horseshit. It tastes awe-inspiring,"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 practically disdain as she could into her voice.

A low chortle sounded on Lita's left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, 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 chairperson. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blond hair in a Daniel Chester French twist, a fille with brown hair that appeared to be a yoke yr unseasoned than the boy, and…"The mayor ?"Lita intellection. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally able-bodied to place the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, racy kid at her school. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The unsound part was that he flaunted his wealth."I HATE that guy,"Lita thought.

"…what do you intend of that, Lita ? Wouldn't you just love to go ?"goodwill's vocalization penetrated Lita's thoughts.

"Sorry, what ?"
Grace sighed impatiently."Weren't you listening to a give-and-take I just said ?"

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

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

Lita's eyes widened in horror."Boarding school ? No ! You can't throw 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 dish rattle."I am so out of here !"

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

Lita hurried out of the country clubhouse before her mother could number after her. She quickly walked off of the dry land, 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 while, staring at the excessively eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three fib tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a mammoth cellar. The Grecian newspaper column that encased the breast porch just looked tacky to Lita.

She hated every square inch of this prison.

Lita stalked inside the house 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 way of the main level, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the full thing in irregular. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious.

Her dad's car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn't just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orangeness Dodge courser, massively overhauled to be the best of any airstream car. A nitric oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was strong, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

Without thinking any advance, Lita snatched the keys from the bait and dashed into the garage. She pressed the push button to raise the machine rifle room access, and hurried to the gleaming wash car. When Lita opened the number one wood's side room access, the smelling of shine leather greeted her. She smiled."This is going to be corking,"she thought.

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

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

Sitting behind the bicycle of her dad's"baby,"Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the next intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her stop number till she gradually came to a full stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a freeze beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the fomite 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 minute. Only 500 cars like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly flush. queer about who was driving the snazzy mutation's car, Lita stared hard through the window. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a two-fold issue. His oral fissure dropped unresolved in surprise, and Lita watched a boring grinning spread across his nerve."Who is he ?"Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark shades that obscured a good luck of his human face, so she had no approximation who he was. But his slightly mussy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

Lita finally pulled her eyeball away from the guy behind the bicycle of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the light would finally be dark-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 content scrawled across it in big letters."First one to the water tower profits,"it read.

Lita smirked."Just what the doctor ordered,"she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the spell of paper down, Lita gave him a Brobdingnagian thumbs 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 hard, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a closure behind the guy.

An prototype of his triumphant grin when he won goad Lita into action. She turned the nook, 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 start vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full phase of the moon bladder."hex that nursing bottle of water,"she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to check her pee trough she won the race.

As Lita screeched around the next turning point, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several pulley-block ahead of her. If she didn't do something quick, she'd turn a loss the race.

Lita's hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster amplifier ascendancy. She flipped open the plastic screening, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would fire up her fastness.

The Charger 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 right underneath her seat. Lita took one helping hand from the rack and jammed it into her private parts, feeling a wave of despair hit."I can't pee myself in this car ! Dad would kill me,"she thought.

Within second base of starting the azotic oxide promoter, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to extract ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. Excitement built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was convinced for the first fourth dimension that she would win the race.

As her excitement continued to make, Lita's focus on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn't notice or aid. 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 panties, and Lita squeezed her thigh together as tightly as she could.

Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretchability of road before the water tugboat was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift road, causing the Charger to resile and joggle all over the billet. 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 grey-haired slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost fatal, vividness from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the stream, but the bumpy road made it unimaginable. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the reliever it provided.

Lita finally pulled up to the body of water tower, and turned off the ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the genital organ of her pants couldn't soak up any more pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her privates and onto the frail leather beneath her."Dad's going to drink 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 face, and began approaching Lita's door. Her heart grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to fold, Lita pushed, and a huge atomizer of pee outburst from her genital organ.

The pee flooded the bum, and began dripping onto the trading 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 windowpane, staring into the car at Lita's lap.

Lita's expression reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could repel habitation. Before she could turn over it, the guy opened her door.

"I—"Lita began.

Before she could even commence 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-white concert dance flatcar in shame, her red hair falling into her face."I'm sorry,"she whispered inaudibly.

The guy reached out and lifted Lita's mentum gently with his fingers. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his capitulum 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 sunglass. Lita stared in shock as the man was revealed to be…

"Luke ?"She asked in surprise.

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

"I'm so humiliated,"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 pauperization to excuse what happened to this boy whom she despised.

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

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

Lita felt Gospel According to Luke's metrical foot reach behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her hair. Her organic structure responded automatically. Her weapons system went around Gospel According to Luke's neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Gospel According to Luke pressed his eubstance against Lita's, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to finger a dissimilar sort of fervor construction in her chest, a foreign 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 ok. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her jugal bone, trailed across her chin, and down her cervix. When Luke reached Lita's collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn't observe back her groan. 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 kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Saint Luke. She twined her natural language with his, and let the marvel of the import cesspit in. This was like nil she'd ever experienced before.

Soon Saint Luke's hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waistline, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Gospel of Luke intended, a iciness of turmoil caused more pee to stimulate from her bladder, soaking his hired hand. At maiden, Lita was mortified."I thought I had no more pee leftfield,"she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness Begin to disperse that she knew wasn't coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Luke was peeing himself in response. She looked into his smoldering blue eyes, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her tone better. For the showtime metre, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Saint Luke's sass back onto hers with a inflammation she hadn't felt before. Luke put one hand on either slope of Lita's head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

Lita reveled in the tactual sensation of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Luke's finger 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 care. She wanted it.

Luke 's digit struggled unsuccessfully to untie the bizarre bow around Lita 's neck. As he fumbled, he trailed kisses from her back talk, up her jaw off-white, and landing on the lobe of her ear. He nibbled, sending a shiver down her spine. As he tried one last metre to bump off her bow, he breathed a sigh of frustration.

Lita moved her hands from behind his spinal column, to his articulatio radiocarpea. She guided his medal down to the strawman of her blouse, and held them there for a here and now. Quivering from another nibble, she untied her own bow, and through it to the flat coat."Yes."is all she could say.

Feeling the soft cloth of the cashmere blouse, St. Luke squeezed gently. He could feel the articulatio humeri shoulder strap connect to her bra, as well as the minimal padding it provided.

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

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

"Follow my leading,"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 flat stomach. One hired hand settled on the hem of her blouse, as another continued downward, gliding over her hidden pubic hair, and landing on her wet private parts. Lita let out a pant as he now cupped her warm pussy, sliding his hand 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 eff his hand, she took his topographic point on her knocker.

This was so new to her, so unknown, so wonderful. Her body began to rock as the wetfabric of her slacks and panties pushed against her pussy, and she was so close to experiencing her for the first time orgasm. Unfortunately, it was n't meant to be, yet.

Luke 's lower hand reached in to Lita 's panties, and started to stab at the hole that defined her as a woman, his defining feature film now poking her in the back. His s helping hand started tugging on Lita 's shirt, making slacken headway. When his frustration reached it 's breaking point in time, 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 waist up nudity, Lita did n't hear the zipper descend behind her. She did however notice when her script 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 hands, she thought it must be 8 column inch long, and 2 column inch wide.

"Move your hand,"Gospel of Luke instructed.Lita opened her travelling bag, and was corrected by Saint Luke 's guiding hand.

"Like this,"he instructed, moving her hand along his beam. She set a pace that was comfortable for her, and pleasurable to him. As she stroked, she felt a little wetness grade 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 make out her hand as well.

Lita used a finger to taunt the tip, and dropped to her knee joint."It looks, big,"she said. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted the nectar directly from the informant. It was a bitterness dessert kind of sense of taste, rather salty as well."I like how you taste,"she cooed as she licked circles around the tip.

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

Lita pushed her mouth further to his boisterous pitcher of pubic hair, and felt him poking at her throat. When he entered it, she gagged and recoiled. Luke quickly pushed his rock hard hammer back in to her mouth, but not quite triggering her gag reflex. One of Lita 's hands went up to research Gospel of Luke testicles, the other went to play with her clit.

"Suck it,"Gospel of Luke instructed as he continued to push up."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 mitt under Lita 's branch and lifted to her base, and sat her on the hood of her car. Guiding her back to lay flat, he slid her quagmire and special K panties off of her with the congener ease of a master.

Luke struggled out of his jean, and climbed on top of Lita. As he straddled her, he made a display of lifting his shirt, to reveal a tone upper soundbox. When they were both as naked as the bit they were born, St. Luke started the result that took place 9 months prior to birth.He started by laying on her, pressing his
body against hers, holding her to her goon.

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

Lita responded by pushing his articulatio humeri down, and locking her lips with his, wrapping her blazonry around his trunk, and her wooden leg around his, pulling for him to be inside her.

Gospel of Luke resisted, wanting to cast this out for as long as he could. He pushed his caput towards the entry way of her tunnel, but would not let it enter. He pushed Lita back to the thug, and pulled himself free. He traced licks and kisses down her jaw bone, to her neck, throat, berm, titty, and nipples.

He latched on to her go forth mamilla, and started to work round around it. His natural language treated the tit itself, as a sailing ship would treat a rigid iceberg."Go close to enjoy it 's beauty, but never touch."His leave behind hand pinched her ripe nipple, and rolled it in face-to-face circles. Moans now flowed from Lita 's lips, as pee did moments before.

Lita reached down between her legs, and began stroking Gospel of Luke once again. Moving his pre cum up and down his dig, and feeling a spirt from metre to clock time land on her pubic pitcher's mound. When Luke would push harder against her tegument, she would constrict tighter on his penis, as if it were a strain ball. All the prison term, he continued humping in to her hand.

Gospel of Luke 's aright hand felt downward, between Lita 's stage. If he had n't seen her relieve oneself herself, he could possess been forgiven for assuming the womanly liquid coming from her in such great intensity, was the same golden honey. His pointer finger circled her button, as his middle digit went inside, and rubber her G-spot furiously.

Lita groaned, craving the spell of man sports meeting on top of her. She continued stroking his now slick manhood, and used her relinquish hand to drive his suckling human 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 shake, his finger and tongue stilled, and she was left hanging once more.

Gospel of Luke continued his track of kisses and poke, from her leave alone mamilla to her right, then down to her belly button. From there he curved down to the left wing 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 will thigh and settling with a flurry of butterfly stroke kisses on the sensitive peel under her knee. He then began back up again, moistening her thigh with his spit, ending with a second light lick on her love bump, this one making her gasp from pleasure. Smiling from turmoil, he gave her another lick before continuing down her mighty thigh, to her the right way genu, and back up again.

When he landed, a third and final time on the pip where her igniter fuzz and wooden leg meat, he began to clobber her again, and again, and again. Each stroking of his tongue sent electric car stupor through the virgin torso. He set his clapper still, then ran small vertical strokes, followed by quick horizontal stroking. When her body felt right hand, he put his blazon under her legs and lifted her bottom off the lens hood of her car.

His tongue now stopped paying care to her clit, and slid down to her soaking opening, penetrated it briefly, and moved on even low-toned. The tip of his tongue slid from her vaginal territorial dominion, to her anal retentive 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 taste of the pee that had flowed there, the bitterness of the hole itself did n't appeal to him. The thought of penetrating this young womans nigh private of cakehole however, made his rock hard cock uprise even harder.
At this point, Lita had enough, and she needed Luke inside of her.

"piece of ass me, now, hard, deep, 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 attack her previously untouched orifice. As his tip once again touched her sassing, his backtalk did the same. There clapper danced as their region joined.

Saint Luke 's appendage stretched the opening, and slid inside Lita 's slit as if it were a deal in a fitted glove. Lita moaned, never before being stretched beyond the point of a tampon. This was so new, such a respite from ball reality, so primal, it was her heaven on Earth. She grimaced shortly as her hymen was broken, but was quickly taken by the waves of pleasure that being with her beginning man had brought.

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

His handwriting tangled in the hair close to her scalp, holding Lita 's face to his own. His chest rubbed against hers, giving mild stimulation to her nipples.
Lita planted her human foot on the ground, and matched Luke poke 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 thin gasp. Her crotch got wet with her love juices, and she knew it was time, time for her to know the first orgasm. She bucked up one final stage time, sinking him thick interior, and hugged him close. Her moan started low, and slowly raised to a scream of unimaginable pleasance ripping through her body. Her toes curled, her nails clawed in to her cover, her eyes clamped shut, and her puss spasmed and squeezed around his alien invader. She felt lovingness spread, as she realized she had peed yet again, on herself, on him, and on the car.
"I 'm cumming …"Luke exclaimed, as he pulled free and pointed his engorged manhood at her face. Several strings of gooey man juice scene from his tip, hitting her frontal bone to chin up, her breasts, her belly, and one just barely making it to her pubic hair.

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

~SWL & ATL