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Dear Reader, A repost of a little romance for your enjoyment. Thanks to Gail and Rex for editing
and assistance.  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 crooked little smile and the twinkle in her big brown eyes showed she liked
what she saw.  

Her brown hair lay soft on her shoulders.  Her breasts were unencumbered by a bra.  The
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 eased the Camaro into reverse. With a flip of her
hair, she looked back as she backed into the street.  She loved the feel of the car under her.  Its
vibrations made her tingle when she revved the mighty engine and the straight pipes sounded
their thunder.  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 stoplight, 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 corners of their eyes as he headed for the exit.

"Should I tell the deputy you're 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'd gained fifty yards.  Next curve coming up.  The deputy watched as the Camaro slipped
perfectly through the curve and pulled away again.  

"Where's she going?" the deputy wondered as he remained in hot pursuit. 

He saw the Camaro slow and 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.

"Am I going to be arrested?" she whispered.

Deputy Leonard licked his parched lips.

"Well, evading the police is an arresting offense.  Maybe we can work something out," he said,
his voice tight with desire.

"Oh, could we? I'd 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 that 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'd 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 wasn't 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 were somewhere 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 didn't reply, but glanced up at Deputy Leonard as she slipped her hand in his.  The sheriff
shook his head.

"I thought when you two got married this monkey business would stop," the sheriff said wearily.  

Susy took a tentative step toward the sheriff.  Her eyes were wild was mischief as 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've been born. Well,
Daddy?  Was Mabel right?  Was I really conceived under that oak tree?"

The sheriff's color almost 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 grandbaby, 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. 

Again 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 lying 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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fully illustrated pay website. 
