Chapter 1
The red mustang convertible shot down the country road tying to make
up for lost time. Cheryl Slampor sat behind the wheel, fuming at the
delay. She was suppose to be half way to Panama City and was running
behind due to a flat tire and a yokel mechanic.
Strands of flaxen blond hair not held in place by her visor whipped around her ears in
the 90 mile per hour wind. The hot sun felt good on her bare
shoulders she thought to herself. She reached up and untied the thin
strap of her halter to prevent a tan line. The two thin straps popped
from around her neck and slid toward the chasm formed by the inner
curves of her breasts. The thin blue stretch material of her halter
sagged under the unsupported weight of the large tear drop breasts
that billowed ponderously over her narrow waist.. The heat had caused
dark crescents to form under the jostling orbs of curved flesh and the
tight fabric scoured her long prominent nipples with each oscillation
of the heavy masses.
She adjusted the sunglasses on her pert nose and her long lashed blue
eyes glanced at the blindingly sky ruing the lost sunbathing time.
Three weeks of sun, sand, beer and boys! This was her second spring
break and she wanted to savor every minute of it she thought. She
leaned back in the leather seat, her short skirt riding up her slender
thighs. She shivered as the cool air from the floor vent shimmied up
her thighs and hit the bare pale skin of her newly waxed vulva causing
her to wiggle her tingling trim little bottom deeper into the smooth
leather of the bucket seat.
The beautiful young woman had all the good looks her Swedish ancestry
could bequeath her. Her grand parents had immigrated at the turn of
the century she had been told, and made money in timber. Since she
left Minnesota for law school she had never looked back. Her parents
were a conservative pain in the ass.
The young woman's fine blond hair was cut short and fell just to her
neck. Parted just left of the middle, the fine flaxen strands lay
close and solid against her fair skin, held in place by a white visor.
The pale skin of her high smooth forehead, cheeks and small nose
showed the first pinkish tinge of sunburn. She shrugged her smooth
shoulders in delight causing her large breasts to rise and fall
heavily, wallowing in her tight top like two satisfied pigs. She had
been blessed with the combination of flawless skin and silky hair that
made men's magazine publishers drool and life easier for photo air
brushers.
The beautiful co-ed left Boston's Wellesley College some sixteen hours
ago and had been making good time until the flat tire last night and
the discovery that her spare was flat as well. It forced her to pull
off the Interstate and wait for a garage to open.
"And that damn hayseed mechanic! If only he'd spent as much time
working on the tire as he did ogling my tits, I'd be an hour farther
down the road!" she fumed. She needed the time off from her pre-law
studies she thought, a nineteen year old can take only so much. With
out a break her eyes would cross from all the reading!
She gripped the steering wheel tighter as she mashed down the
accelerator with her sandaled foot. She went through the mental
calculations of how many more hours I would take if the yokel's short
cut really did save her two hours of drive time on the Interstate.
Her mind was miles away and her pretty blue eyes didn't even see the
lush green Georgia countryside.
She reached down to punch in a disc into the compact disc player as
she blew through a copse of oak trees that 140 years ago had seen
Sherman's passing. She never saw the county Sheriff's patrol car
sitting back in the shadows like a waiting cat.
The man's head swiveled on his thick neck as he watched the red
convertible speed by. "Cletus at the garage had been right as rain."
he thought. Red car, pretty blonde behind the wheel. Right on time.
He wiped the sweat from his eyes, silently cursed the meager county
budget, then flicked on the lights and siren and pulled out onto the
road.
Cheryl didn't hear the sound of the siren over Tenacious D booming on
the speakers.
She had traveled a good mile oblivious to the flashing lights and
siren of the pissed off county cop before her eye caught the blue and
red of his lights.
The pretty blonde's throat grew tight and the adrenaline surged at the
sight of the lights and she slowed and pulled to the side of the
country road. The beautiful 19 year old sat behind the wheel a
roiling mixture of apprehension and anger. "Another goddamn delay!"
she thought to herself.
She glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a officer of medium height
man step from the patrol car, the distinctive Smokey bear hat sitting
on his head. He adjusted his pistol belt around his pronounced
middle, the product of too many hours sitting at the wheel and too
many beers. She noticed the front of his brown double knit uniform
blouse was stained. "No doubt from a doughnut!" the blonde thought
smugly to herself.
"Keep your hands on the wheel, where I can see'um, little lady!" he
rotund man drawled as he approached the convertible from behind, hand
on his revolver. The pretty law student noticed the dark sweat stains
under his arms and at his middle. Apparently the county couldn't
afford air conditioners in their patrol cars she sniffed.
The portly uniformed man walked up to the driver's door and looked
down at the young woman through his mirrored sunglasses. His hairy
arms grew like stunted branches from the short sleeves of his uniform
blouse. A egg yolk stain ran vertically down the left breast of his
shirt bisecting the gold star badge and formed a blotch at the swell
of his belly. He placed his arms on the door of the red car and
leaned forward while he rolled a toothpick back and forth between his
puckered lips with his tongue. His hidden eyes crawled over the
pretty teen, her slender bare arms rested on the wheel and pushed her
large pillowy breasts together, their curved inner surfaces forming a
deep canyon. Cheryl reached up and took her sunglasses off and tossed
them on the passenger's seat.
"Officer, I..." she began.
"Now there, Missy, put your hands back on the wheel." he said
ominously. The young woman turned her head to speak, but didn't
instead she just looked at the man's face, or what she could see of
it. His eyes were hidden behind mirrored glass, his brown campaign hat
pulled down low on his forehead. She could see the short gray hair at
his temples, the hint of gray whiskers on his jaw and the sweat that
beaded on his upper lip and collected along his double chin.
Everything about the slovenly man was repulsive, laced together with
pure menace, but she knew her rights and wasn't about to be
intimidated by an overweight sloppy Barney Fife.
"An' that's Sheriff Carter, to you, little lady." he growled.
"Now. where ya goin' in such a hurry?" he said with faint amusement in
his voice, reaching up to twirl the toothpick between thumb and index
finger not taking he hidden eyes off the fat curves of the teen's full
quivering breasts.
"I'm heading to Florida for three weeks of spring break..." the young
woman said nervously, not sure whether to be indignant or solicitous,
but feeling extremely naked under the fat officer's gaze. "I didn't
know I was driving so fast." she lied. " I promise to drive slower
Sheriff." she said looking up hopefully, only to see an expressionless
face and her own blue eyes reflected in the man's glasses.
"I'd like to see..." he said pausing as his eyes wormed over her
exposed flesh, "your, driver's license, proof of insurance and
registration." The coed's face colored with a mixture of
embarrassment and anger as she realized her skirt had ridden up and
her hairless labia was just barely exposed. She felt her skin turn to
goose flesh under the man's hidden gaze. The long stubs of her fat
nipples dented the thin blue fabric of her halter as they hardened,
the papules of her aureoles as visible as neon as the wide pink disks
puckered. The faceless man slowly pulled the toothpick from his mouth
and slowly ran his tongue along his upper lip.
She leaned toward the glove box away from the uniformed man pulling
the edge of her skirt down as she did so. Her huge breasts swung
heavily beneath her as she leaned over the console. Her face burned
as she felt the cool air against the exposed backs of her sweating
thighs and wondered about the show she was giving the Officer. She
brought her free left arm up to cradle the wobbling monster orbs but
only succeeded in pushing them up and almost out the top of the flimsy
strapless halter. She found the documents he wanted and settled back
in the seat, her fat firm breasts separating heavily in the thin
halter. She handed the papers to the man and reached behind her neck
to modestly tie the strap to her blue top.
"Now don't get all dressed up on my account darlin", he said lewdly as
he watched her then rifled through the papers she had handed to him.
He held the papers as if studying them, but hadn't taken his eyes off
the young woman. His mind was calculating, had been since Cletus
called. But really in earnest since she'd leaned to the glove box and
exposed the glistening naked furrow of her young pussy to his watching
eyes. "Three weeks of spring break, she said." He watched as she
raised her trim arms behind her neck, the movement raising the fat
quivering mounds of her breasts in all their firm tear drop glory. He
smiled at the sight of the long cigar thick nipples trapped beneath
the thin stretch fabric. Sweat broke on his brow as his hungry eyes
traced the raised bumpy outline of each silver dollar sized aureole
capping the heavy fat orbs. "Gawd they looked heavy!" he thought.
The Sheriff's mind drifted back to a similar time years ago. The
first time. How many since then? Had he lost count? He had only been
a deputy. The girl had been a looker too, black, but a looker, but
nothing like this one. The uppity nigress had been on her way to
spring break in her daddy's T-bird from somewhere up north. Acted
like she didn't know her place. Well he'd taught her place. His cock
throbbed at the memory. It had been an impulse. The best pussy he's
ever had up till then. Too bad she's fought too much. Well, she'd
never talked, four feet of Georgia clay saw to that. And her pap had
passed through and asked questions but back then nobody looked long
for a missing nigress. Figured she ran off with her young buck in her
daddy's car. There'd been others too. Tasty and juicy.
But this one was different. No earthen bed for this treasure. This
one was a trophy, they didn't come along like this one very often.
Ripe and ready to pluck. Nobody'd miss her for three weeks. By then
the trail would be long cold. Her friends would figure she's met up
with somebody and go on with their vacation. He knew how kids were
today. "Probably already took care of any prying mom an' dad would be
doin' herself." he said making up his mind. He shifted his leg to
relieve the pressure of the tight bulge at his crotch.
"Please step outta the car" he said reaching back for his handcuffs.