A Summer ‘Job’

Chapter I

The summer before I left for college, I was trying to make extra money. Besides my full time job at a nearby Amusement Park (Action Park for those who care), I had put flyers in the mailboxes of my neighborhood offering my services for yard work, pet care, etc. As it was summer, a number of people had called me to care for their pets while they went on vacation. Around the middle of July, a couple that had recently moved into the neighborhood called to see if I was available to watch their dog while they went away for the week. I told them I was free and would be over later that evening to go over their instructions for me. The woman on the other end said tonight would be fine.

I arrived at the house and was greeted by a German Shepherd and a youngish woman, I guessed at the time she was in her early thirties. She introduced herself as Mrs. Carter and she was quite attractive, blond hair gathered up on her head, a nice figure that was striking in her grey business skirt, jacket, blouse combo. She was dressed as if she just got home from work. Conservatively, yet I couldn’t stop watching her ass as she led me through her home showing me what plants to water, where the dog food was, and where to put the mail. When we entered the living room, I commented on what a great entertainment system they had. Mind you, this was the ‘90s before everyone had a huge TV mounted on their walls. This house had a 55” TV, surround sound, a full stereo system, the works. Mrs. Carter smiled and said, “Feel free to enjoy our TV while we’re gone.” I protested, but she insisted I watch the Olympics or something. I said I might try it out. As Mrs. Cater was walking me to the door, her husband came home.

“Hey, Debbie”, said the man in the police uniform as he walked through the door, eyeing me.

“Hey, baby” she said as she kissed him hello, “I’d like you to meet Rob. He’s going to be taking care of Max while we’re gone.”

“Nice to meet you, Rob” Mr. Carter said as he reached to shake my hand. “My name’s Kevin and if Max likes you, then you’re alright with me.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Carter” I said, shaking his hand firmly.

“Christ, does that make me sound old! Please, just call me Kevin.” He said as he and Debbie walked me out the door. I agreed to call him Kevin and they sent me on my way warmly. A nice couple I thought and headed home.

The Carters left Friday night and I arrived Saturday, before work, to walk and feed Max. He was a friendly dog that I later found out had started training to be on the K9 unit but failed to qualify because he lacked a certain level of aggression. I made sure Max was set for the day and went off to work. When I got home, I was beat. I went over to the Carters’ house, got their mail and tended to Max. As I waited for Max to finish eating, I sat on the couch and just didn’t want to move. I reached for the remote for the TV figuring I could catch some Olympic action. I knew the fencing medal round was that day and was curious about the results as my future college coach was the American coach that year. I hit the power button on the universal remote and components of the entertainment system automatically powered up. The surround sound, the TV, and the VCR all came on. While I was trying to figure out how to just get a TV station, the tape in the VCR started to play. As music was playing through the speakers all around me, credits started showing on the screen. Names like ‘Rock’, ‘Chi-Chi Cartiér,’ and the like. Something about the music, the cheesy names, and the generic looking credits roused my suspicions about what type of movie this might be.

Sure enough, the credits ended with the title screen declaring this film to be none other than “My Wife, the Slut”. The opening scene started by panning up from the stiletto heels of your typical housewife stirring a pot at the stove wearing nothing but heels, stockings, garters, and a corset. She had long blond hair and her back was to the camera as she looked out the window at the landscapers working in the yard outside. Just knowing I was watching a porno in someone else’s house got my dick to start to stir in my shorts. The camera stayed on the woman as she opened the window and called to the men, “Come inside, boys. I have something for you.” She turned around to face the camera and my mouth dropped open. There on the 55” TV was a nearly naked Mrs. Carter!

With all the subtlety of your standard porn, the men entered the kitchen and went straight to work. I was still recovering from my shock as one of three guys picked Mrs. Carter up and sat her down on the counter. One guy proceeded to bury his face in her pussy while the other two each latched onto a nipple. By this time, I was fully aroused. I was wearing Umbro shorts which had the great advantage that I could easily access my hard cock. The scene soon changed to a living room and Mrs. Carter walked into the frame leading two of the guys with their dicks in her hands. She sat down on a couch and started to gobble enthusiastically on those two schlongs. The third guy got down between her legs and continued working on her pussy. This continued until one of the guys Mrs. Carter was sucking grunted that he was cumming. Mrs. Carter opened her mouth and aimed his cock at her face. He sprayed a huge load into her mouth, onto her face, and onto her breasts. Mrs. Carter seemed to genuinely enjoy herself as she scooped and slurped all that sticky sperm into her mouth. At that point, I lost it and came so hard all over myself. Cum was on my t-shirt, my shorts, and dripping down my dick, hand, and balls. At that age, however, I barely rested and continued to stroke my still hard, but now slick cock as I continued watching the screen.

The camera followed the group as the two guys who hadn’t cum yet repositioned Mrs. Carter onto her hands and knees, in a 69 position with the guy who had just cum. The guy that had been licking her pussy lined up behind her perfect ass and plunged his cock into her twat. The other guy fed his cock into her mouth. As they pumped away, the surround sound filled my ears with the primal sound of raw fucking. This was a pretty amateur video. There was no music or anything to detract from the raw sex being taped. The camera zoomed in to show the guy lying on his back under the writhing pile licking Mrs. Carter’s pussy while it was being plowed from behind. The guy seemed not at all bothered to have his mouth so close to another dick while chewing on her sopping clit. The two guys at either end seemed to be trying to time their loads to coincide with one another and succeeded in cumming at nearly the same time, one in her mouth, the other deep in her pussy. The camera first showed all the cum on Mrs. Carter’s tongue before she swirled it and swallowed it down. Then, the shot cut to the other guy pulling out of her cum filled pussy as a gob of cum clung to her lips.

Mrs. Carter turned around and quickly impaled herself on the cock of the third guy that had regained its rigidity. The camera zoomed in as her pussy lips stretched over his cock, spilling more cum over his shaft as it disappeared inside of her. I was stroking myself pretty quickly at this point and would have cum again had I not just done so. Mrs. Carter fucked this guy fast and hard, creating a white froth on his pole, until he blew deep inside her.

As she was catching her breath, the camera was shifted and the person who had been taping up to that point came into view.