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Subject: {ASSM} {EZ}SPEED (MF Rom)rp
Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 20:10:04 -0400
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This is fiction intended for legal adults readers. If it is not legal, DO
NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.  Reposting or any other use strictly
prohibited without the express, written permission of the copyright holder,
except may be posted as part of a review or posted to my pre-approved
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Copyright 1999, 2002 by E. Z. Riter

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com and ezrazanewrites@hotmail.com

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The works of E.Z. Riter are archived at www.storiesonline.net and at
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The works of E.Z Riter writing as Ezra Zane are archived at
www.ruthiesclub.com which is the Web's greatest illustrated story site.

Dear Readers, Another little romance for you. Edited by my dear wife, Gail.
Good reading. E.Z.



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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