thedeep
04-06-2005, 06:26 PM
The Paper Girl
By Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
***
A 56 year old widower strikes a deal with a pretty 18
year old Chicano girl. (MF, prost, rom, preg?)
***
I will be 56 next month and I've been a widower for
just under two years now. My wife had been ill for five
years before she passed away. I loved her and was okay
with the fact that my sex life had ended with her
illness. It was difficult sometimes though, because at
the time I was only 49 and not ready to call it quits,
sexually.
Anyway, to make a long story short, my wife of 30 years
passed away and I was left alone to fend for myself.
Over the years my wife and I hadn't gone out of our way
to make new friends or to maintain friendships from our
youth so by the time my wife died I had no one I could
call close. Only business acquaintances.
I was never really a lady's man and once my wife was
gone I just seemed to shy away from everyone once the
workday was done. I had a house to take care of and
that's about all I did other than work. Oh! I did read
lots of sex stories on the Internet, mainly at
Kristen's collection. (Which I'd been doing since my
sex life came to an end.)
Then one day I was out in the front yard on my hands
and knees weeding my lawn, when this pretty Chicano
girl wearing one of the paper-carrier bags, (you know,
one of those companies that pay people to go around and
stick advertisements on door knobs) came up to me to
hand me the ad.
She looked down at me and smiled saying something about
how nice my yard looked. I responded with a mumbled
rely about when you had nothing better to do, you could
make even a gravel pit look nice.
She laughed at that statement and then asked if I were
married. I stopped digging at the weeds and sat back to
look up at this teenage girl. She looked back at me
with confident dark eyes and a smile on her lovely face
Momentarily, I wondered what it would be like to make
love to this pretty girl. I know that sounds perverted,
a 55, almost 56 year old man thinking about bonking a
fresh young girl, but keep in mind that I hand had sex
in years and it was only a passing urge.
But then it happened.
I must have snapped, maybe it was reading all those
erotic stories on the Internet, or maybe it was the
fact that this pretty young woman looked...
"Interested" in me. Whatever it was I thought a thought
that I would have never thought under normal
circumstances. I asked, "So, how much does it pay for
you to go around the neighborhood handing out those
advertisements?"
"They pay us $25 a day and tell us that if we don't
hand out all the ads they'll find out and not pay us."
I could see a guy walking down the other side of the
street with the same type paper-carrier sack slung over
his head. He looked like a Chicano too. I wondered if
they were related. I don't know why I did it but I felt
I had to my next ask my question quickly before this
guy interrupted the moment.
So I asked, "What if you could make $100 a day for say
two hours of work?"
"Cheez man! That would be so fine," she said,
enthusiastically. Then with a thoughtful look in her
eyes she came back with that old joke we've all heard
before, "So who would I have to kill mister?"
We both smiled, but my heart was in my throat as I
said, "No murder required. What I'd want from you is
sex." To make it perfectly clear I went on to say,
"I'll pay you $100 if you would have sex with me."
Even today many months later I still don't know how I
worked up the nerve to ask that question. All the
alternative negative possibilities that could have
taken place have since run though my mind. But back
then I was attracted to her and needed some sort of
human contact and, well, I just didn't think.
I held my breath waiting for her response. In my day
(when I was her age) if some old man had asked a young
woman a question like that she would have most
certainly have responded negatively, but what with all
the moral decay that has taken place in this country
over the past 30 years I didn't know what to expect.
I guess I expected her to ridicule me or something, but
then she answered with an unsure tone of voice, "I'm
not sure. I can make $25 every day doing this, but if I
mess up today they won't hire me back..." her voice
trailed off.
I was in shock. I know that I'd asked the question, but
deep down I really didn't expect her to consider it. I
was even more determined, now I had a real glimmer of
hope. "I'll tell you what. I'll hire you every other
day to come her and make love to me. Let's say, Monday,
Wednesday and Friday. That'd be $300 a week, $1200 a
month. That's a lot more than you'd make handing out
advertisements."
Just as the last word was out of my mouth the Chicano
guy walked up to us. He and the girl exchanged a few
words in Spanish and then the girl waved him off and
the guy shot a hostile look at me and trudged off.
My new acquaintance turned back to me and said, "That's
Jorge, he's my boyfriend. I told him that I might have
a job here and for him to continue on and that I'd meet
up with him later."
"So does that mean we have a deal?" I asked, feeling
stirrings in the pit of my stomach that I hadn't felt
in years. (With the power of hide-sight, I now know
that feeling was anticipation.)
"Well... you aren't dangerous are?" she looked a little
worried.
"Listen, I can understand why you would think I'm
strange. After all I'm a stranger to you and I've just
asked you to have sex with me. But the truth is I was
married for over 30 years and my wife died. She'd been
sick for years before she died and well, I haven't had
sex for over 6 years now and I really want to
experience those feelings again."
She didn't look totally convinced, "So why don't you
meet up with a lady your age and date?"
"I guess because I don't know how, or maybe I'm just
too shy."
"You don't seem shy to me," she giggled. That's when I
knew we had a deal.
I asked her in to the house that very day and she
complied. Because I hadn't planed this I needed to take
a shower and asked her to take one with me. She wanted
her $100 up front and I dug through the dresser in my
bedroom and came up with the money.
Then I was watching her tight tanned body come into
view as she stripped in front of me. When she was naked
and looking at me with an expression like, 'Come on,
let's get this show on the road,' look, I was suddenly
embarrassed.
I hadn't been naked in front of woman, other than my
wife, in over 30 years. The last time I'd been with a
different woman I'd been in my teens and I had a decent
body. Now I was almost 56 and sagging. Although I knew
there were a lot worse 56 year old bodies out there I
couldn't help wondering what a young female would think
of a potential sex partner who looked like me.
Finally I swallowed and took the plunge; I stripped off
my gardening cloths and hurried into the bathroom, the
girl followed right behind me. I turned on the water
and stepped into the shower stall. She was still right
behind me.
As the water cascaded over us I stopped for a moment to
enjoy the sensation of being naked and wet with this
pretty young creature so close and so accessible. Then
it hit me that I didn't know her name so I said, "My
name is Andy, what's yours?"
She giggled and said, "I guess if I'm going to screw
you I ought to let you know my name. I'm Maria, nice to
meet you Andy." She reached out and took my prick in
her hand and shook it like you would with a hand in a
normal greeting.
We both laughed at this and of course I was instantly
erect.
Maria "Oohed" when she saw me expand into full
erection. Her eyes focused on mine as she stepped up
close, pushing her breasts against me and began to
slowly masturbate me standing there with the water
showering down on us.
Then we were soaping each other up and then we were
feeling each other up and then I was on my knees eating
her out and after a while she was on hers doing the
same to me. During this time my past sexual experiences
kept flashing back at me, the time's I'd been like this
with my wife, it filled me to bursting, I think at that
moment I loved this girl. Not like husband and wife,
but because she was willing to share her body with me.
It was one of those perfect moments.
Finally after I'd cum, (Because there was no way I
could hold back with that sexy young thing massaging
me, sucking me and all around arousing me.) we dried
each other off and headed into the bedroom.
I didn't suggest it and she didn't say anything either.
We had unprotected sex, and at that moment I wouldn't
have had it any other way. It was glorious. Even months
later I still relive the moment my cock sank home into
her warm wet hole. The glorious feeling of it! It was
just too much for my mind to process.
As I sank home that first time my body jerked
uncontrollably and I emptied myself into her. I didn't
even think I could cum that fast anymore, but I did.
She held me tightly as I sobbed my need to her. We lay
in each other's arms for a while, me still inside her.
Then just like a teenager I took her again. And to my
amazement I came a third time and the really amazing
thing was that she came along with me. It wasn't in
perfect unison but before I was done cumming her tight
young body spasmed underneath me and her breath began
coming in ragged gasps as she ground herself against me
in obvious pleasure.
That first time was better than my real first time
because I knew what to expect, but I'd been without sex
for so long that I felt like a virgin in a way. The
fact that we both knew what was coming just made it all
that much better.
Maria came to my house three days a week for almost 22
months. Then she and her boyfriend got married and they
moved back to Guatemala. She said that she wanted to
bring her baby up in their homeland. I congratulated
her on being pregnant and wished them well.
I never did ask her whose child she thought she might
be carrying and she never offered any information on
the subject either. But I can't help wondering.
END
:jo
By Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
***
A 56 year old widower strikes a deal with a pretty 18
year old Chicano girl. (MF, prost, rom, preg?)
***
I will be 56 next month and I've been a widower for
just under two years now. My wife had been ill for five
years before she passed away. I loved her and was okay
with the fact that my sex life had ended with her
illness. It was difficult sometimes though, because at
the time I was only 49 and not ready to call it quits,
sexually.
Anyway, to make a long story short, my wife of 30 years
passed away and I was left alone to fend for myself.
Over the years my wife and I hadn't gone out of our way
to make new friends or to maintain friendships from our
youth so by the time my wife died I had no one I could
call close. Only business acquaintances.
I was never really a lady's man and once my wife was
gone I just seemed to shy away from everyone once the
workday was done. I had a house to take care of and
that's about all I did other than work. Oh! I did read
lots of sex stories on the Internet, mainly at
Kristen's collection. (Which I'd been doing since my
sex life came to an end.)
Then one day I was out in the front yard on my hands
and knees weeding my lawn, when this pretty Chicano
girl wearing one of the paper-carrier bags, (you know,
one of those companies that pay people to go around and
stick advertisements on door knobs) came up to me to
hand me the ad.
She looked down at me and smiled saying something about
how nice my yard looked. I responded with a mumbled
rely about when you had nothing better to do, you could
make even a gravel pit look nice.
She laughed at that statement and then asked if I were
married. I stopped digging at the weeds and sat back to
look up at this teenage girl. She looked back at me
with confident dark eyes and a smile on her lovely face
Momentarily, I wondered what it would be like to make
love to this pretty girl. I know that sounds perverted,
a 55, almost 56 year old man thinking about bonking a
fresh young girl, but keep in mind that I hand had sex
in years and it was only a passing urge.
But then it happened.
I must have snapped, maybe it was reading all those
erotic stories on the Internet, or maybe it was the
fact that this pretty young woman looked...
"Interested" in me. Whatever it was I thought a thought
that I would have never thought under normal
circumstances. I asked, "So, how much does it pay for
you to go around the neighborhood handing out those
advertisements?"
"They pay us $25 a day and tell us that if we don't
hand out all the ads they'll find out and not pay us."
I could see a guy walking down the other side of the
street with the same type paper-carrier sack slung over
his head. He looked like a Chicano too. I wondered if
they were related. I don't know why I did it but I felt
I had to my next ask my question quickly before this
guy interrupted the moment.
So I asked, "What if you could make $100 a day for say
two hours of work?"
"Cheez man! That would be so fine," she said,
enthusiastically. Then with a thoughtful look in her
eyes she came back with that old joke we've all heard
before, "So who would I have to kill mister?"
We both smiled, but my heart was in my throat as I
said, "No murder required. What I'd want from you is
sex." To make it perfectly clear I went on to say,
"I'll pay you $100 if you would have sex with me."
Even today many months later I still don't know how I
worked up the nerve to ask that question. All the
alternative negative possibilities that could have
taken place have since run though my mind. But back
then I was attracted to her and needed some sort of
human contact and, well, I just didn't think.
I held my breath waiting for her response. In my day
(when I was her age) if some old man had asked a young
woman a question like that she would have most
certainly have responded negatively, but what with all
the moral decay that has taken place in this country
over the past 30 years I didn't know what to expect.
I guess I expected her to ridicule me or something, but
then she answered with an unsure tone of voice, "I'm
not sure. I can make $25 every day doing this, but if I
mess up today they won't hire me back..." her voice
trailed off.
I was in shock. I know that I'd asked the question, but
deep down I really didn't expect her to consider it. I
was even more determined, now I had a real glimmer of
hope. "I'll tell you what. I'll hire you every other
day to come her and make love to me. Let's say, Monday,
Wednesday and Friday. That'd be $300 a week, $1200 a
month. That's a lot more than you'd make handing out
advertisements."
Just as the last word was out of my mouth the Chicano
guy walked up to us. He and the girl exchanged a few
words in Spanish and then the girl waved him off and
the guy shot a hostile look at me and trudged off.
My new acquaintance turned back to me and said, "That's
Jorge, he's my boyfriend. I told him that I might have
a job here and for him to continue on and that I'd meet
up with him later."
"So does that mean we have a deal?" I asked, feeling
stirrings in the pit of my stomach that I hadn't felt
in years. (With the power of hide-sight, I now know
that feeling was anticipation.)
"Well... you aren't dangerous are?" she looked a little
worried.
"Listen, I can understand why you would think I'm
strange. After all I'm a stranger to you and I've just
asked you to have sex with me. But the truth is I was
married for over 30 years and my wife died. She'd been
sick for years before she died and well, I haven't had
sex for over 6 years now and I really want to
experience those feelings again."
She didn't look totally convinced, "So why don't you
meet up with a lady your age and date?"
"I guess because I don't know how, or maybe I'm just
too shy."
"You don't seem shy to me," she giggled. That's when I
knew we had a deal.
I asked her in to the house that very day and she
complied. Because I hadn't planed this I needed to take
a shower and asked her to take one with me. She wanted
her $100 up front and I dug through the dresser in my
bedroom and came up with the money.
Then I was watching her tight tanned body come into
view as she stripped in front of me. When she was naked
and looking at me with an expression like, 'Come on,
let's get this show on the road,' look, I was suddenly
embarrassed.
I hadn't been naked in front of woman, other than my
wife, in over 30 years. The last time I'd been with a
different woman I'd been in my teens and I had a decent
body. Now I was almost 56 and sagging. Although I knew
there were a lot worse 56 year old bodies out there I
couldn't help wondering what a young female would think
of a potential sex partner who looked like me.
Finally I swallowed and took the plunge; I stripped off
my gardening cloths and hurried into the bathroom, the
girl followed right behind me. I turned on the water
and stepped into the shower stall. She was still right
behind me.
As the water cascaded over us I stopped for a moment to
enjoy the sensation of being naked and wet with this
pretty young creature so close and so accessible. Then
it hit me that I didn't know her name so I said, "My
name is Andy, what's yours?"
She giggled and said, "I guess if I'm going to screw
you I ought to let you know my name. I'm Maria, nice to
meet you Andy." She reached out and took my prick in
her hand and shook it like you would with a hand in a
normal greeting.
We both laughed at this and of course I was instantly
erect.
Maria "Oohed" when she saw me expand into full
erection. Her eyes focused on mine as she stepped up
close, pushing her breasts against me and began to
slowly masturbate me standing there with the water
showering down on us.
Then we were soaping each other up and then we were
feeling each other up and then I was on my knees eating
her out and after a while she was on hers doing the
same to me. During this time my past sexual experiences
kept flashing back at me, the time's I'd been like this
with my wife, it filled me to bursting, I think at that
moment I loved this girl. Not like husband and wife,
but because she was willing to share her body with me.
It was one of those perfect moments.
Finally after I'd cum, (Because there was no way I
could hold back with that sexy young thing massaging
me, sucking me and all around arousing me.) we dried
each other off and headed into the bedroom.
I didn't suggest it and she didn't say anything either.
We had unprotected sex, and at that moment I wouldn't
have had it any other way. It was glorious. Even months
later I still relive the moment my cock sank home into
her warm wet hole. The glorious feeling of it! It was
just too much for my mind to process.
As I sank home that first time my body jerked
uncontrollably and I emptied myself into her. I didn't
even think I could cum that fast anymore, but I did.
She held me tightly as I sobbed my need to her. We lay
in each other's arms for a while, me still inside her.
Then just like a teenager I took her again. And to my
amazement I came a third time and the really amazing
thing was that she came along with me. It wasn't in
perfect unison but before I was done cumming her tight
young body spasmed underneath me and her breath began
coming in ragged gasps as she ground herself against me
in obvious pleasure.
That first time was better than my real first time
because I knew what to expect, but I'd been without sex
for so long that I felt like a virgin in a way. The
fact that we both knew what was coming just made it all
that much better.
Maria came to my house three days a week for almost 22
months. Then she and her boyfriend got married and they
moved back to Guatemala. She said that she wanted to
bring her baby up in their homeland. I congratulated
her on being pregnant and wished them well.
I never did ask her whose child she thought she might
be carrying and she never offered any information on
the subject either. But I can't help wondering.
END
:jo