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Copyright 1998 By Greatness (great@3-cities.com) All rights are
reserved. Archiving permitted on free sites, but please advise me.
Comments are welcomed.
(Edited by a friend)

If you are below legal age, do not read this story!

True Love

By Greatness 


I'm not your typical 18 year old. I may look that way but I'm not. If
you saw me, I don't think you would even look twice. I guess you
could say I'm cute, not pretty. I'm not what guys are looking for,
other than I have big tits for my small frame. I'm barely five feet
five, and light as a feather.

I work at the local Mall as a cashier. I don't make enough money to
live on my own, so I live at home with my Mom and Dad. It's been
quite a struggle, but I do the best that I can. But it isn't easy at all.
You see, I'm deaf. That can make life hell sometimes. That's for
sure.

I'm rather independent, which can make people quite angry at me.
I want to show the world that I can do stuff on my own. When they
find out I'm deaf, most people treat me like I'm made of glass. I
hate that. I like to be treated like everybody else. I only ask that
you look at me when you talk. That's it. Simple, right? But not for
most people. They can be downright cruel sometimes the way they
act. The look that they give me makes me cry sometimes: 'LOOK
AT THE POOR DEAF GIRL'.

As you can guess, being deaf can make a person very shy. I am
that. I walk without looking up so that I don't have to speak to
anyone. Yes, that's right.  I can talk. Not very well, but I can. I've
been going to speech classes for as long as I can remember. I speak
well enough to get by, but only if I talk slowly. But I usually don't.
I talk way too fast, and if I get nervous or excited, people can't
understand a word I say.

I've had a few dates with guys. But most of them went out with me
because of my tits, or because they felt sorry for me. I know what
they wanted: sex. So after one date or two, I'd let them. It wasn't
very much fun at all. I don't know about the rest of you girls out
there, but this was a typical date for me.

The guy takes me out to the worst place he can find to eat in. On
the way there he's trying to put his hand on my tit or up my skirt. I
slap it away and he says, "Oh, I didn't mean anything. Sorry." But
two minutes later it starts all over again.

He buys me the cheapest thing on the menu. He eats so fast that I
don't have time to finish mine before he tells me it's time to go.
Then it's off to a movie. I don't know why they take me to a movie.
I can't hear, so the movie is no fun at all. I sit for two hours trying
to keep his hands off me, or his tongue out of my mouth. The
minute the movie credits start rolling he grabs my hand and pulls
me from the theater.

It's back in the car, still slapping at his hands as it feels like he has
more than ten of them. He drives up to some spot and parks. I
know what he wants. He tells me he loves me. I know he doesn't,
but I think maybe he does. So this time when his hands grab at my
breasts, I let him.

As soon as he knows I won't stop him, he practically rips my dress
open, pushes my bra up, and slurps on my tits. If he only would
take his time, it wouldn't be so bad. You see my nipples are very
sensitive. If he'd suck on them for just a couple of minutes, I'd be
happy. But just when I start to enjoy it a little, he grabs my head
and pushes it down on his lap.

While he's holding my head down, he unzips his pants and pulls out
his cock. He tells me to suck it. I really don't like to. He tells me he
loves me. So I stick out my tongue and lick. Before I know what
hits me, he's grabbed my hair in both his hands and is trying to jam
his cock down my throat. I cough and gag, while trying to pull
away. He says, "Relax. You'll like it." I wish I could take some guy
and jam a dildo down his throat and see if HE likes it.

One good thing is that it doesn't last long. He pushes me on my
back, grabs my legs and pushes them up around my head. Guys
must think girls can bend any way they want. It hurts a little as he
holds my ankles together with one hand, grabs his cock and forces
it into my still very dry pussy. It hurts but I don't say anything. He
thrusts into me a few times. Then he grabs his cock and with one
push shoves it up my ass. I try not to scream but I do. He doesn't
even care that it hurts. He just fucks me like it's some race to see
how fast he can cum. I know what's about to happen. This is the
part I hate the most. He's grunting like some pig, and screams, "I'm
cuming!" He pulls his cock out and cums in my face.

He gets off me, pulls his pants up and drives away. I'm lying on the
seat next to him trying not to cry as I wipe cum off my face. He
never says a word as I try to button my dress which is now missing
half its buttons. I can't find my panties. I start to cry but he doesn't
even look at me. He pulls up in front of my house. I get out. When
I turn to ask him when I can see him again, he's already halfway
down the block.

I go upstairs hoping that he will call, but he never does. Guys are
all the same. Once they fuck me, they don't want anything to do
with me again. If they only tried to be a little romantic, it might be
fun. They either want to cum in my face, or fuck me in the ass. I
wonder what some guy would say if I fucked him up the ass? I bet
he wouldn't like it one bit.

Yes, that was my typical date.  I used to think that it would be
better just to kill myself. No one would really care. But I was too
chicken to do that. So I went through life thinking that the next guy
would be different, but he never was.

This was the way it was for a long time, but awhile ago my life
took a turn that would change it forever.

***

I was sitting waiting for the bus to come so I could get to work. I
looked around and hoped that the three brats wouldn't come out
and tease me. You see people can be cruel when they know I'm
deaf. There are three boys, all about 11 years old. When I'm
waiting for the bus, they come out and tease me. They pull at my
dress, or call me names. I usually end up crying, which makes them
laugh at me.

They're not coming today, I thought. Then I saw them running
toward me. They grabbed at my dress, and I screamed at them to
stop. But they didn't. I started to cry, and closed my eyes. Then I
felt one grab my shoulders.

"Let go of me! Just leave me alone!" I screamed and opened my
eyes. Standing in front of me was the prettiest woman I've ever
seen. Everything about her was gorgeous. She reached up and
pushed her beautiful blonde hair out of her face. Her eyes were
blue, and they even sparkled. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I
was sure I had seen her somewhere before.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Why were they teasing you?"

"I don't know," I said, still crying. I know she didn't understand me
by the look on her face. I repeated what I had said, trying to keep
my voice as calm as I could.

"Those boys shouldn't be teasing a retarded girl," she said, looking
around to see if they were gone.

That made me mad. I hate it when people think I'm stupid because
I speak funny. "I'm not retarded. I'm deaf. I have to talk this way,"
I said as meanly as I knew how.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. You just..."

"I just what?"

"Let's start over, okay?"

The look on her face was so lovely it made me feel like she
actually cared. I said, "Thank you for helping me."

"You're welcome. My name is Alecia Simons. What's yours?" she
asked, smiling so sweetly that I couldn't help but answer her.

"I'm Mary Lou." I said proudly.

"That's a pretty name. Well Mary you're...."

"I'm not Mary. My name is Mary Lou, please."

"Mary Lou is it? Okay. Do you need a ride somewhere?" she asked
as she reached out and took my hand. I don't know why, but my
heart beat faster. She was just so pretty.

"I'd like that." When I got up, I realized how tall she was. She had
to be at least six feet tall. She opened the car door. I had never
seen such a terrific-looking car. It was bright red. "What kind of
car is it?"

"Oh, this old thing? It's a Jag. It's a year old. Almost time for
another one," Alecia told me, half laughingly.

"You must be rich?!"

"I get by. Modeling pays quite well when you're good at it."

"Now I know where I've seen you.  You're Miss Oilcan. My Dad's
got your calendar in our garage."

"Thanks. Did you think it was too sexy? I thought they might be
too sexy."

"No, the pictures were great.  You're perfect."

"Not perfect but they were quite good. Thanks." She bent down
and kissed my cheek. I felt a little tingle as my nipples got a little
hard, which turned my face bright red. "You're a pretty thing
yourself." My face got even redder.

As she drove me to work, she told me a little about herself. She
was 25, and she'd been modeling since she was nine. I wish I could
have heard her. I'll bet she has a sexy voice. As I watched her talk,
I thought she was even prettier in person than on the calendar. Her
whole face was perfect. Her nose was slightly turned up, and her
lips were full but not too full. I hated looking at girls that have their
lips blown up.

She must have noticed me staring at her.

"What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?" Alecia asked as
she looked in the rearview mirror.

"No. You're just so pretty.  It must have cost you a fortune." The
minute I said it I knew how stupid it sounded. She was going to be
mad.  I just knew it.

She pushed her chest out and laughed,  "No, it's all me. My tits are
real, too. Most people think they're fake but they're not. I'm not a
real blonde, but don't tell anybody."

She shook her head, puckered up and kissed at the mirror. Her hair
danced and her tits bounced. Her tits were big. How did I miss
them before? You might think this is weird and all, but that's what I
look at first, when I get the courage to look at someone. I guess
there is a guy in me somewhere.

I caught myself looking at her even when she wasn't talking. She
was just so pretty, I couldn't help myself. I didn't even notice that
she had stopped the car. "We're here."

"What?" I said, still staring at her.

"We're here at the Mall. You don't want to be late, do you?" Alecia
said turning toward me. She reached across my lap and opened the
door. Her tits mashed against my lap. I didn't want to move, it felt
so good. My nipples tingled again. She smiled and gave me another
kiss on the cheek. I knew my face was red, and my pussy even got
wet. I never had any guy get my pussy wet. Alecia did it with an
innocent kiss.

"T-thanks for the ride," I replied in my calmest voice.

I knew it didn't come out right as she smiled and said, "Go on."

I didn't have a good day at work. My mind was thinking of Alecia.
I could hardly wait to get home so I could get a closer look at my
Dad's calendar. I thought it was kind of gross, the way they shot
some of the pictures, with oil dripping down her legs in some of
them, and stuff like that. But now I wasn't so sure.

***

When I got home, I ran into the garage and grabbed the calendar
and hid it under my shirt. I went straight to my room and sat on the
bed. The first picture I thought was so stupid before, now was very
sexy. Alecia was in a blue bikini, standing by a car in the snow,
looking over her shoulder. For some reason I looked around, then
looked back at the picture. I didn't even realize that my hand was
playing with my left breast.

The next picture was even better. Alecia was sitting in a puddle of
motor oil. It was dripping down between her tits and she was
sucking on a heart shaped sucker. I pulled my shirt over my head
and tossed it on the floor. I looked down at my breasts, then at
Alecia's and took off my bra. I turned to the next picture and
rubbed my palms lightly over my nipples. I closed my eyes and
shivered as I began to squeeze my tits.

With every picture I got even more excited. By the time I got to
the June picture, I was pulling and twisting on my nipples. My
pussy was even soaking through my pants. I jumped up and locked
the door and pulled off my pants and my panties, then jumped back
up on the bed. The next picture was July. Alecia was bending over
looking at a flat tire. She was covered in sweat, as she tried to
change the tire. I kept playing with my breasts, as my pussy just
kept leaking all over the bed.

The next picture was more than I could take. I spread my legs and
frantically rubbed my clit. As I came, I must have screamed
because my Mom had unlocked my door and was standing there
staring at me. I quickly pulled the cum-soaked sheets up to cover
myself.

"Mom, get out of here!"

"Are you all right?"

"Yes! Get out, please." I was so embarrassed I started to cry.

"You poor thing," she said taking a step toward me.

"I'm fine. Please just leave."

She turned and left with a hurt look on her face. I didn't realize that
when I pulled the sheet up the calendar was resting on my pussy. It
was ruined, soaked clean through. I just couldn't put it back. What
would I tell my Dad? He did ask about it. But I told him that maybe
one of the boys who lived next door took it.

That night, I fell asleep and dreamed of Alecia pouring oil all over
my body.

***

I was sure glad the next day was Saturday. I did nothing but look at
the calendar and masturbate. I had never been able to cum more
than once, but looking at the pictures of Alecia turned me on to no
end. I was so tired by five o'clock that I fell asleep. I had an even
weirder dream. I was sitting on a car with Alecia fucking me with
the end of a hammer.

I woke up Sunday bright and early. I had to get out of the house.
My Dad even tried to get into my room last night. I needed to get
away from them and that calendar.

I was sitting at the bus stop when Alecia's Jag pulled up. "Want to
go for a drive?" she asked, smiling in that sexy way.

"I'd better not."

"I'm not the big bad wolf.  I won't eat you. Come on, it will be fun.
I was going to have a picnic by myself, but it's always more fun
with two!" She winked at me and licked her lips.

"I have to be back before five, okay?"

"You got it!" She leaned over and pushed the door open for me.
She was dressed in practically nothing: a tiny bikini top that
somehow stayed on, and a pair on cutoffs split up the sides,
showing off half of her ass. I slid into the passenger's seat. She
looked over the tops of her sunglasses and said, "You're way
overdressed for a picnic. I'll fix that when we get there."

Every time I tried to talk, nothing came out. I couldn't take my
eyes off Alecia's body. It jiggled perfectly as she drove. Watching
her tits bounce was turning me on to no end, so I closed my eyes
and tried to think of something else -- anything else. I must have
fallen asleep because Alecia was shaking me to wake me up. I
opened my eyes and looked right into her face. "I thought you
were dead."

"No. I just sleep really soundly. Being deaf does have its
advantages. Noises don't bother me."

"I guess you're right," she said helping me out of the car.

I looked around to see where she had taken me. I couldn't figure
out where I was. There were trees everywhere, and a path running
up over a small hill. Without saying a word she grabbed my hand
and off we went over the hill. It was beautiful. It was a small
clearing surrounded by trees, and there was a small waterfall
flowing into a stream.

Alecia spread out a big blanket and sat down in the middle of it.
"Come sit with me," she said, patting the blanket next to her. I was
a little nervous sitting so close to her.

"Now I said we would fix that outfit of yours, didn't I?"

Alecia reached into the picnic basket and pulled out a long knife.
"Now sit still, or I might cut you."

I held my breath as I watched her grab my shirt and make a small
cut, then rrrrip. She tore it a couple of inches below my tits. Then
she grabbed my pant leg and started to cut. When she was done,
the shorts she made were even shorter than hers. You could see
almost my entire ass!

"I can't wear these.  I'm naked!" I told her, trying to cover myself
with my hands, then looking around hoping no one would see me.

"Don't worry. No one will see you but me. This is a private place of
a friend, and she's gone. So we have to all to ourselves. I think you
look sexy, don't you?"

"Well, maybe a little, but..."

"But nothing, you're one sexy woman, Mary."

"I'm Mary Lou, not Mary."

"Sorry again. You're one sexy woman, Mary Lou."

I blushed and started to talk. I babbled on and on about nothing
most of the time. But Alecia just smiled and nodded. We sat and
ate and drank some wine. I told her I shouldn't but she just laughed
and told me, "Bottoms up."

I think I drank more than she did. By the time the wine ran out, I
was feeling a little lightheaded.  Alecia was lying next to me with
her eyes closed. Watching her breasts going up and down while she
slept was killing me. I had to get away from her before I just
grabbed them.

I kicked off my shoes and went running off toward the waterfall. I
didn't get three steps when I stepped on a bee. I let out a scream
and sat down holding my foot, then I started to cry. Alecia ran up
to me and looked down at my foot.

"What happened, Mary Lou?"

"I stepped on a bee, I think. It really hurts," I told her, trying not to
cry, but I couldn't stop it.

"You poor thing! Let's clean your foot so we can get the stinger
out."

She easily picked me up and carried me up to the waterfall. It felt
so good to be in her arms. As she carried me, her top got twisted
and her bare breasts were rubbing up against my skin. I could feel
her nipples getting hard as they rubbed up against me. My own
nipples grew as hard as hers. My head was spinning by the time she
set me down.

Then she looked down at her top. "Oh, sorry. I'm so embarrassed."

Alecia cupped both her breasts and teased her nipples, then slipped
them back into her top.

When she put my foot in the water, my head cleared a little,
because the water was freezing.

My voice finally started to work again. "That's col..."

Before I could finish, my voice caught in my throat. Alecia had
raised my foot and was kissing the sole. I couldn't say a thing. She
ran her tongue up and down, then kissed each toe. I thought I'd die.

As Alecia kissed her way down my calf, then back up to my toes,
she asked, "Does that make it feel better?"

I tried to talk but nothing came out. I just sat frozen watching
Alecia kissing my foot, then my ankle. Each time she kissed me,
she kissed a little further up my leg. When she reached the bottom
of my shorts, I thought my whole body was on fire. She kissed her
way back down to my foot, then stuck my big toe in her mouth.

I tried to tell her to stop, that someone might see. But nothing came
out but a moan. She teased and sucked on my foot until I was
ready to cum. My shorts were soaking wet, and not just from the
water, either. Then just when I was ready, she stopped. Kissing my
foot one last time, she said, "There. I hope that makes your foot
feel better."

She picked me up again, carried me back to the blanket and laid
me down. Alecia stood up, then reached around and unfastened
her top. She spun it around on her finger then threw it over her
shoulder. Then she unbuttoned her shorts and wiggled then down
to her ankles, and kicked them at me. She was even more beautiful
standing there naked. Every inch of her was tan.

She saw me staring at her pussy. She smiled, looked down, then
back at me. "I shave it because I can't have hair sticking out of
those tiny bikinis the photographers make me wear."

Alecia said, "You like it, don't you?" she slid her hand down and
put one finger in her pussy, then brought it back up to her mouth
and licked it.

My voice worked long enough for me to whisper, "Yeeeees."

She got down on her hands and knees and slowly crawled toward
me. I was shaking by the time she grabbed both my feet and
pressed them up against her tits. My whole body went stiff as a
board. She rubbed the soles of my feet back and forth across her
nipples.

I quickly looked around, hoping no one was watching. I was scared 
someone might see, but too turned on to stop her.

"You look tense. Lie down and I'll try and loosen you up." She
dropped my feet and I groaned in protest. But she just put her
finger on my lips, then pushed me down on the blanket.

She took her breasts in her hands and lightly ran her nipples up my
body. Slowly inching her way up until they were hanging right in
my face. As she rubbed both nipples around my lips, Alecia asked,
"You don't like them?"

My mouth was so dry I stuck out my tongue to lick my lips. As my
tongue touched her nipple I couldn't control myself, I grabbed
Alecia's tit in both hands and sucked on it like a starving child. I
licked, kissed and sucked until both her nipples were red and sore.

"Let's give them a rest."

She bent down and kissed me on the lips, with her tongue sliding in
and out of my mouth. Then she ran her tongue down my neck, and
stuck it in my belly button. I started to cry because it felt so good.
She ran her tongue up my stomach, then pushed my top up over
my tits. My nipples ached as she kissed all around them. She kissed
down the sides of each tit. She ran her tongue around each nipple
never touching the tip, which was driving me crazy. Finally she
brushed her tongue across my aching nipple. As she took it
between her teeth, and pulled, I almost came.

Alecia's made small circles around my nipples again, then ran her
hands down and unbuttoned my shorts. She pulled them off and
threw them over her shoulder along with my panties. I no longer
cared if the whole world saw me. I just wanted to cum. No, I
needed to cum. Alecia spread my legs and kissed the insides of my
thighs. She ran her tongue up and down, then kissed me right on
my pussy. It felt like a lighting bolt went through me. I couldn't
stop shaking as she spread my pussy and played with my clit with
her tongue. She fucked me with two fingers as she continued to
flick her tongue against my clit.

I was screaming at the top of my lungs as I came. I had never come
so hard in my life. But she didn't stop, she kept licking and fucking
me with her fingers. It started building in me again. I came even
harder. My legs even cramped up.

I didn't even have time to catch my breath before Alecia straddled
my face. I did the only thing I could do. I stuck out my tongue and
tried to do the same things Alecia had just done to me. My face
was soaked in no time. I must have been doing a good job, because
she began to rock back and forth grinding her pussy in my face. I
think she came even harder than I had. She rocked back hard once,
and actually filled my mouth with cum. I swallowed and kept
licking. Alecia came twice in a row then rolled off me. I wrapped
my arms around her and we both fell asleep.

I woke up first. It was dark. I panicked. My parents were going to
kill me.

"Alecia, wake up!" I exclaimed, shaking her. She kissed me, then
laid back down. "It's dark.  I'm in big trouble. I told my Dad I'd be
home before five."

It finally sank in, and both of us went looking for where Alecia had
thrown our clothes. We found everything but my panties. I thought
I felt naked in the shorts before, but without panties I felt like I was
wearing nothing.

Alecia drove as fast as she could, but didn't get me home until ten.
She kissed me and drove off. I stood there and watched her car
disappear. I looked across the street at two boys who were staring
at me. I had forgotten what I was wearing.  I might as well have
been naked. Half my ass was hanging out of the bottom of my
shorts, and the top Alecia made for me wasn't much better. I tried
to cover myself as I ran for the house. I was praying that my
parents had gone to bed.

When I opened the front door it was dark. They were asleep, thank
God. I didn't know what I would have told them if they had seen
me.

I happily dashed up to my room and threw myself on my bed. I lay
on my bed thinking, I am in love.

The End


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