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SPEED
Susy admired herself in the full-length mirror. She turned on
the balls of her feet and gazed over her shoulder. The little,
crooked, smile and the twinkle in her eye showed she liked what
she saw. Her brown hair lay soft on her shoulders. Her big brown
eyes gleamed from her pretty face. Her breasts were unencumbered
by a bra. The sheer, sleeveless, white blouse fit tight around
her rib cage, lifting and displaying those orbs. The two top
buttons were open to "let her breasts breathe" as she liked to
say.
The red skirt came to mid thigh. It fit like a glove, displaying
shapely legs in sheer stockings. She wore red flats; heels made
it hard to drive. With a self-satisfied smile, she grabbed her
purse and trotted out the door, ready and eager for her
adventure.
In the garage, she twisted the key in the ignition. The mighty
350 inch V-8 of her Camaro sprang to life. Letting the engine
warm, she hummed as she snugged leather driving gloves over her
fingers. She slipped on Ray-Ban aviator sunglasses before
lowering the top of the convertible. The sun was low in the sky,
about two hours before dark. The day was still bright. There was
plenty of time.
Her right hand dropped to the gearshift and jammed the Camaro
into reverse. With a flip of her hair, she looked back as she
eased the car into the street. She loved the feel of the car
under her. Its vibrations made her tingle. She loved the roar of
the mighty engine, the straight pipes sounding their thunder when
she accelerated. She loved to control this mighty beast, making
it jump or turn, shudder or stop, with a turn of her wrist or
thrust of her foot.
In the street, she shifted to first. At the corner, she turned
onto a major street. She smiled when the men driving by the
other way slowed to gawk at her. With ease and competence, she
worked her way through town. She was at a light when two high
school boys in an old Ford pickup pulled up beside her.
"Hey, hot stuff! Where ya' goin'?" one of the teenagers hollered
at her. He leaned out the window, leering at her. Susy gunned
the Camaro and challenged them with her look. She laughed as the
truck screeched away when the light changed. She turned right
and headed for the city limits. She knew exactly where she was
going.
There was a road leading out of town. After the last stop light,
the road was straight as an arrow for a long stretch. There were
no homes or businesses out there, just a Shell station on the
corner with a convenience store next to it.
It was The Strip. On Saturday nights, The Strip was the place to
be if you were a teenager. The boys were all there: flexing their
mechanical muscles; puffing their internal combustion egos. The
girls came, too. They wanted the thrills. They wanted to be
where the boys were. They came and watched and giggled, and
necked if they wanted.
Except Susy. Susy went to race. She did it all herself: the
overhaul, the preparation, the driving.
"Why, I don't know how I beat you tonight, Caleb," she would say
when it was over, her smile sweet and innocent. She said it
every Saturday night to the Calebs and the Juniors and the
others. On the rare occasion when she missed a gear or the rod
wasn't right, she was gracious in defeat. Externally.
Internally, she boiled and vowed to beat them next time.
"Susy honey," her father would say when she arrived home covered
in sweat and grease. "I wish your mother were alive. You're
growing up more boy than girl."
"Oh, Daddy, look at me. I'm all girl. I'll find the man I want
someday. Right now, I'm taking their pocket money on The Strip.
Anyway, Daddy, I love the speed. It's in my blood."
"It's the speed I worry about, honey," her father had said, his
voice full of concern.
After The Strip, the road curved to the west. It was a fun
curve when you drove it like Susy. You came over the hill by the
Anderson place. Now - opposite the water tower - hit the brakes
hard - downshift into fourth - then third. The engine screamed
when the clutch popped. Accelerate through the curve. Up shift.
Let it fly! After several more curves, the road straightened
again before the sweeping curve where it crossed the county line.
Susy loved to drive that road.
Susy stopped at the last red light. Her eyes scanned the corner.
The cruiser was at the convenience store. She gunned the engine.
It shook like a stallion panting for the mares. She squirmed in
her seat making the skirt ride up her legs. Cars from the other
direction slowed, telling her the light was ready to change. She
took a deep breath. Her eyes gleamed in anticipation.
Green! Her shapely right foot jammed the Camaro accelerator to
the floor. Tires screeched digging into the asphalt. Shift into
second. She was gone.
Deputy Sheriff David Leonard was in his Crown Vic police cruiser
in the parking lot of the convenience store. He saw the woman in
the convertible. She made his heart skip a beat. Then, he heard
the roar of an engine and saw a flash of red go by. He shifted
into gear and hit the siren. The Camaro had two hundred yards on
him and was pulling away when the Crown Vic spun onto the road in
pursuit. He shoved the accelerator to the floor and yanked the
seat belt tight over his lap.
Susy glanced in the rear view mirror. She saw the swirling red
and blue lights atop the patrol car behind her. With a laugh and
a toss of her long hair, she dropped the Camaro into fifth, and,
jammed her foot to the floor. The V-8 screamed as the fence posts
flashed by.
"Deputy Leonard, report," came the routine call over the police
radio.
"In pursuit of a red Camaro convertible westbound on county road
one one six, Mabel," the deputy replied.
"Do you need backup?" asked Mabel, the dispatcher.
"Negative, dispatch," Deputy Leonard replied as he felt a blush
cross his face.
Sheriff Merriweather scowled as he stood by Mabel's desk
listening to her conversation with his deputy. His brooding black
eyes were angry as he strode to his office for his hat. He saw
Mabel and her assistant watching him out of the corner of their
eyes as he headed for the exit.
"Should I tell the deputy you are going to join them?" Mabel
asked.
The sheriff spun his bulk on the toe of his boot. He glowered at
Mabel, giving her his dirtiest look. Mabel tried not to smile.
"Negative, Mabel," he snapped before he charged out to the
parking lot.
"Damn! That woman can drive," Deputy Leonard thought
appreciatively as the Camaro slowed for the curve by the Anderson
place.
The Crown Vic seemed to be gaining, but it was an illusion. The
Camaro blew through the curve; it had gained fifty yards. Next
curve coming up. The deputy watched as the Camaro slipped
perfectly through the curve and pulled away again.
"Where is she going?" the deputy wondered as he remained in hot
pursuit.
He saw the Camaro slow. He almost caught it before it turned up
the gravel road toward the abandoned Williams' house. The Camaro
bumped ahead of him until it pulled into a small clearing under
some oak trees.
The deputy turned off the siren and parked his cruiser to block
the convertible. When he exited the car, he adjusted his
trousers to ease the pressure on his erection. As he strode to
the Camaro, the woman sat quietly with both hands on the steering
wheel.
She turned in the seat, drawing her left leg up under her. Her
left arm rested on the door. The skirt was to her thigh tops. He
gasped as his eyes tried to simultaneously take in her breasts
and the white panties. He stifled a groan.
"Is something wrong, deputy?" she purred.
She batted her eyes at him shamelessly. She let them wander over
his chest, past the narrow waist to his crotch. Openly, she
stared at his erection. What a hunk, she thought.
"What the hell are you doing?" Deputy Leonard asked in
exasperation.
"Aren't you going to ask for my license and registration?" Susy
asked innocently.
"Well, yeah. License and registration, please," the Deputy said
with a grin. The light was dawning on him.
"Deputy, I don't have a license," Susy replied in a shy, sexy
voice.
"Out of the car, miss."
Susy opened the door. Leisurely, seductively, she swung her legs
out. One shapely leg extended, her ankle sliding down his calf.
Her eyes never left his face. His eyes never left her legs. She
stood and wiggled, pulling the tight skirt down again. Head
down, she turned her big, brown, eyes upward submissively.
"Please, deputy. Am I going to be arrested?" she whispered.
Deputy Leonard licked his parched lips.
"Well, evading the police is an arresting event. Maybe we can
work something out," he said, his voice tight with desire.
"Oh, could we? I would be grateful. Really."
"How grateful?" the deputy asked. He was pleased his tone was a
neutral, commanding, police voice again.
"Very grateful - as long as my husband doesn't find out," she
said so softly.
"Oh? Are you one of those women who screw around?"
"No, but I find you so sexy," she whispered as she leaned into
him, letting her breasts crush against his chest. She raised her
head and nibbled on his neck.
"You're a hot little number, aren't you?"he replied as his hands
dropped to squeeze her ass. He was rough with her, digging his
fingers in, feeling the firm muscle twitch under his hands. She
pushed her crotch against him.
"For a big, strong, cop like you, I'm burning up," she moaned, as
she drove her tongue into his mouth, both hands holding his head
against hers.
Deputy Leonard held her hard against him, feeling her heat,
feeling her squirm. She moved away, her hands on his belt. Her
eyes burned as she stared at him. He yanked the blouse back over
her shoulders, pinning her arms, freeing her breasts. He tweaked
her nipples.
She sobbed; her eyelids fluttered. He pulled her rich, brown
hair back, arching her over the Camaro's bright red hood. He
hesitated, looking at her there: her breasts bared for him, her
hair wild around her. But it was her face which drove him insane.
He saw her desire, her need. She whimpered. Greedily, he lowered
his head to her breast. Hungrily, he sucked a nipple into his
mouth.
With his free hand, he found the button at the waist of the
skirt. Next, the zipper. Susy moaned again and wiggled as
Deputy Leonard yanked the skirt down her legs. He grabbed the
panties and jerked. Jerked again. The panties shredded. He
tossed them away.
The deputy jammed a long, strong, finger hard up between her legs
and his thumb found her clit.
"Ahhhh, ahh. Yes," Susy moaned as her back arched. Her thighs
clamped around his hand, trapping him there, his finger buried in
her. He could feel her pussy muscles spasming on his hand. He
watched her bliss.
He waited as she floated down again, holding her protectively
against him. He felt her shiver, then tense in the instant before
she shoved him away. Slack jawed, he stared. Hands on hips, eyes
flashing, she was a nymph, naked but for her stockings and shoes.
"I don't want to have sex with you. I've changed my mind," Susy
said regally.
"Like hell you have!" the deputy snapped.
He charged. She ran, ran over the rise, down the glen toward a
single, old, oak tree majestically standing amid a patch of
clover. He caught her there, grabbing the brown mane flowing
behind her. They fell in the lushness, his body trapping hers.
Roughly, he shoved her on her back in the rich clover. She
looked over her shoulder to the tree. The deputy's gaze followed
hers.
A hook had been screwed into the base of the oak. It was not at
ground level now, but about twenty inches up the bark of the
giant tree. Strong hard hands locked the handcuffs over her
wrists. He slipped the cuff chain over the hook, pinning her
arms, and pulled her toward him, away from the tree.
Naked, cuffed, stretched out, Susy felt the clover soft under her
and the breeze cool on her rigid nipples. She watched the deputy
as he towered over her. She tingled as he set aside his belt and
gear, quivered as his massive chest came into sight. Her heart
raced as he lowered his uniform trousers.
The deputy watched her face as he yanked down his jockeys. He
saw her eyes dilate, saw her tongue flick across her lips, as she
stared at his hard cock. As he dropped to his knees, she locked
her legs together, ankles crossed.
"Open your legs so I can fuck you," the deputy growled.
"No," she replied haughtily.
Deputy Leonard grabbed a trim ankle in each of his powerful
hands. Her face contorted as she struggled to keep her legs
tight. She squirmed and twisted, but the deputy was too strong.
His muscles corded as he slowly pulled Susy's legs apart. Her
skin was slick with sweat when he fell between her legs.
"I'm unprotected," she whispered, her big brown eyes searching
his face.
The deputy froze for an instant, until a wicked, masculine, smile
crept over his face.
"Good. I'll get you pregnant," he said.
"Are you sure?" Susy replied as her eyes filled with tears.
"Yes. I'm sure," he replied softly.
Susy laughed as she thrust her pelvis toward him.
"What'll my husband say?" she giggled naughtily.
"He'll love to see your belly swollen with child," the deputy
replied.
Deputy Leonard lodged the tip of his cock in her tight, wet
entrance. Slowly, he pushed, feeling the walls of her pussy spasm
around him. God, her pussy is so hot, he thought as he slowly
pulled back again.
"Quit teasing me!" Susy moaned in his ear. "Fuck me hard, you big
cocked stud! Make me pregnant!"
Satiated but reinvigorated, Deputy Leonard gazed at the beauty of
the naked woman who lay at his feet. As he dressed, she
recovered from the pleasure they shared. The cuffs still dangled
from one of her wrists as she walked naked ahead of him. He could
see her thighs shiny with his juices, see her ass sway
provocatively in front of him.
She found her skirt. Straight legged, she bent from the waist to
retrieve it. His cock hardened again at the sight of her still
bloated pussy. His need grew as she wiggled back into the red
skirt. Again she teased him as she recovered her blouse. Watching
him watch her, she fastened the buttons.
He grabbed her and kissed her hard and deep. She squirmed
against him as he held her neck in one giant paw while the other
crushed her to him.
Deputy Leonard heard Sheriff Merriweather's cruiser turn into the
road to the William's place. Quickly, he pushed Susy away from
him and straightened his uniform.
Before the sheriff's cruiser came to a stop, he saw the two of
them. Susy was rubbing her wrist. The sheriff knew exactly what
had happened. It was not the first time a deputy had caught a
young woman speeding on this road. He opened the door, scowling
at them as he put on his hat. He strode toward them,
straightening his belt and gun.
Susy shifted from foot to foot. Deputy Leonard tried to stretch
the collar of his suddenly too tight shirt.
"David," the sheriff said stiffly.
"Sheriff," Deputy Leonard replied nervously.
"How's your patrol going? Any problems to report?"
"Uh, fine, sir," the deputy replied, trying to look the sheriff
in the eye. "No problems, sir."
"No crime out here, huh?"
"No, sir." The deputy desperately wished he was someplace else.
"And you, young lady," the sheriff continued, "shouldn't you be
home fixing dinner for your husband rather than tearing up the
county roads?"
Susy did not reply, but glanced up at Deputy Leonard as she
slipped her hand in his. The sheriff shook his head.
"I thought when you two married this monkey business would stop,"
the sheriff said wearily.
Susy took a tentative step toward the sheriff, then stopped. The
devil was in her eyes. A wicked grin grew on her face.
"I had a long talk with Mabel yesterday," Susy said. "She told
me about this place, about the oak in the clover. She told me a
lot of things you never told me."
The sheriff blanched. Susy smiled and took another step toward
him.
"Mabel said if Momma hadn't owned a hemi-head Dodge, I might
never have been born. Well, Daddy? Was Mabel right? Was I
really conceived under that oak tree?"
The sheriff's color matched the Camaro's bright red. He cleared
his throat several times.
"Mabel talks too damn much," he mumbled.
Susy grinned from ear to ear as she seized the advantage.
"If you want a grand baby, you'll have to tolerate my Camaro and
me a little while longer, Daddy."
"Well, as long as the monkey business has a good purpose," the
sheriff blustered, easing his way back toward his cruiser.
Deputy Leonard put his arm around his wife as the sheriff opened
the door of his car.
"Oh, Daddy," Susy called gaily. The sheriff turned to look at
her.
"Thanks for the hook. It sure comes in handy," she said with a
giggle.
Red with embarrassment, Sheriff Merriweather bumped the cruiser
back toward the blacktop. In his rear view mirror, Deputy Leonard
and Susy were locked in an embrace.
A vision filled his mind. A vision of a majestic oak tree. Of a
naked young woman laying cuffed in the rich clover. Of a deputy
between her legs as she screamed her joy.
Tears filled his eyes.
The End
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