In the live memoirs of moi, Polemonium caeruleum Jones, the search for the dreaded summertime job had reached it's first hurdle ; I am a sex magnet.

To be fair, if I hadn't insisted on sucking off Mr Julia Evelina Smith then I wouldn't have been drawn into the insane sex triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid serial of threesomes ; with me being the kernel in their crazy sandwich.

It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still had plenty of summertime left ahead of me. I had come out of the babysitting gig with a few hundred buck saved up due to their generous"confidential information ”, but it was not going to even put a dent into any potential college tuition the following year. So it was time for a new job.

My best friend Faith was strike I had actually gotten any work and had, true to her Word, decided to get work herself. She had no hazard at foremost, so we decided a concentrated effort might be better. For the most part we were a respectable team complimenting each other's intensity and weaknesses in this sashay. I had no hint what a real job was or where to bulge out looking whilst she knew every spot in the townsfolk that could be hiring high gear school day daughter, on the other hand I was raised to make a proper impression on the elite group by dear old dad meanwhile Faith didn't know when to stop curse word like a sailor.

We blanketed the promenade and strip malls, bookshop, flea markets and fast intellectual nourishment seat in a matter of yoke days and imply waited for a shout to arrive in. Our lot held and the following day after our blitz we received a outcry for an interview each at the Warren Burger Baron.

No one dreaming of working for a fast food chain where you have to wear a uniform and a cardboard hat, but it beat the option of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too business enterprise, not too passing. I went and foremost and breezed through it, name dropping Faith every footfall of the way. In turn, my lithe redheaded friend did the same for me.

By the time we had gotten home we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting vocation path of thick frier and cardboard lid. I was far more excited than trust, who merely welcomed it as an alibi to get out her scurrilous house and a way to didder the cops off her pot deals.

We started work a couple years later and got a brief run down on how to do our caper. It was about as complicated as training a slow witted rascal to alternate switching. We were also to work the night shifts with our half witted Night manager Jerome. faith and I were to exact turns manning the drive through windowpane and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's cypher like the commercial on telecasting suggest with well-chosen families and tattle and dancing in the aisles. It was vast menstruum of boredom punctuated by fit of bibulous party leaver, lowering cabbies, lonely 1 men, and lapidator ( which only increased trust's incline business concern ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Saint Jerome was half witted, he had been working there for 20 years since it first opened. He was cute in an Opie way and due to his being African-American was the butt of many cruel jokes, but he was so sweet-scented and endearing we took a liking to him right away.

When it got boring ( which it often did ) we would end up playing field hockey with frozen cake, sing on the r sound recording, crank the music through the store, fake sexual climax on the mike to each other ( that always made Jerome blush and laugh and laugh ), and on our third gear night in we even got Jerome to smoke some pot with us.

And that's how the difficulty started.

"Gee ladies, I really don't know if I should be smoking that hooey ”, Jerom was blushing

"Oh come on,"Faith chortled,"a toke won't kill you"

"I don't know Miss Faith ”, Jerome blushed,"it makes me feel all funny"

"We'd really like to see you funny ”, I giggled half baked.

"I don't know ”, he was so bashful it was adorable.

"No one will ever know ”, religion assured him

"It will be our trivial hole-and-corner ”, I also chipped in

"Cross your affectionateness ? ”, he said his cheeks flushed red

I crossed my heart"And hope to die, adhere a phonograph needle in Faith's eye"

"Hey !"

"well, okey ”, he said gingerly accepting the joint.

He coughed a few times but sucked back, almost hogging it to himself. The affect on him was quick and great, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the real consequence was one that made us blush. Within minutes of toking up, Jerome was sporting a monolithic hard-on in his pants. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too high-pitched to deal and he went on the rest of the dark with that teras in his trousers tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a scarey monster and he thought it was a game and would"Salmon Portland Chase"us around the Warren E. Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing time he had returned to the proper landing position and we all made our way home. Faith and I were in hysteric about our donkey dicked coworker. But being the horndogs we both were, we know eventually no good would come of it.

The adjacent match night were More of the Lapplander, drawn-out boredom mixed in with brief full point of customers, We'd drama games, get high, and Saint Jerome's monster hardon would appear again in his quag. And that occurred the side by side nighttime and the night after that.


It was a dull Saturday night, and due to our fucked up schedules I hadn't been laid since Tuesday afternoon when Marcus came by to screw me and Momma, so I was already climbing the walls. We had gotten high with St. Jerome again and I was going to do something about it.

"Think you can cover for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired safe friends ear

trust glanced around at the vacate parking lot,"Yeah, somehow I can carry off, what ya'll doing ?"

"Going to get better acquainted with out night shift manager ”, I winked

"Shit you bitch, don't stay in the office all night ”, she whispered back.

"Hey Jerome, I want to show you something in the stockroom ”, I said taking his hand.

"What is Miss Charity ? rat get in the place again, those small varment sure do bug me ”, he said innocently plenty being led away.

"No, not rat, something you might wish ”, I said with a smile

"I like surpises ”. he said with a goofy grin

As we wandered back into the Burger Baron, Faith called out behind us"Save some for me, will ya ?"

I led Jerome into the stockroom and locked the door behind us. He was aegir but still seemed a bit baffled, so I led him behind some shelves where we held the spare unifroms and tossed them on the ground.

"You sure are mussy Miss Charity, I hope your surprise isn't me cleaning your mess up ”, Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus joked with a touch of confusion.

"That's not it all “, I said kneeling on the uniforms in social movement of him.

"What are you doing Miss Charity ?"Jerome said flushing

"Shush now Eusebius Hieronymus, let Miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae show you the surprise"

I undid his belt buckle and brushed away his workforce and pulled him towards me by the hemband when he tried pulling away. I unzipped his fly and pulled down his knickers. He made nervous giggles and looked around embarrassed. He was packing something immense in his legal brief and I pulled them down and was smacked in the face by his tilt laborious member.

"Oh my Jerome, what a big surprisal you have for me instead"

He was a big one. I would say Marcus kinda big. Marcus was Momma's boss/boyfriend as well as our shared lover, and he had the biggest peter I had ever seen at 10.7 in. Yes, mom and I had measured. St. Jerome was easily in his category and definitely thicker. He had a real monster.

"It's always scaring the moderately whiten ladies that want to see it ”, Jerome blushed.

"It doesn't scare me Jerome ”, I said licking my lips and beginning to stroke the big beast.

"That's what the nice church lady says too"

Mrs pastor. I should take guessed. If there was a big black cock in this Ithiel Town, I should have guessed the preacher wife would feature been the one to have found it and fucked it by now. What a tramp steamer. God bless her.

"She has fantabulous taste in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss Charity"

"Now let me taste how splendid you are."

Without further ado I plunged my sassing onto his engorged extremity. I had to load my backtalk all-embracing around him too, he was a buddy-buddy one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn't intellect. The sheer flush of a new lover with a mighty Joseph Black dick was plenty to make me one very happy seventeen yr old miss. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and start thrusting my mouth forward on his mightily fellow member. Jerome was damn big and I could barely finagle a few inches in me without my question wanting to uninge from my jaw bone. He just stroked my hairsbreadth like I was a kitten and smiled down at me while I slurped merrily away.

I unbuttoned my work uniform as I knelt there before him and unsnapped my bra. My heavy 32DD's burst gratuitous and I guided Jerome's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his hands were so big and hard that his stiffness was offset by his manhandling.

"You sure do have big booby ”, he smiled.

I couldn't really laugh or grinning at his cutesy commentary so I just continued by sucking of his big blackness schlong. At to the highest degree I could get 4 inch of him into my mouth and pharynx, so I ended up jerking the early 6 or so inches into my sass. I even reached between my thighs and part playing with myself under my panties, as I doubt the hung half-wit would own the acquirement to orally get me off.

After about 10 minutes of slurping and sucking I realized I could suck on this chocolate lolipop all day and he might not get off. So I decided it was time to step up the programme. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my lips from his tool and turned around. I pulled off my pantie and kicked them into a corner.

I got on all fours and flipped my skirt up over my waist. Then I wiggled my ass in his direction.

"What are you waiting for, Miss Charity needs you to stick that big dick in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

"Yes ma'am ! ”, Hieronymus exclaimed giddily.

Jerome knelt up behind me and put a big mitt on one of my buttcheeks, his workforce were big too. And with his early hired hand he fumbled away at trying to stick his big dick in my snatch. Big he was, unwieldy as hell too. He poked and poked and poked. I reached between my second joint and guided his turgidity into my dripping wetness.

When he finally found the blot with my counseling, he rammed it home ! I screamed like a maniac. He was huge. And he just started pounding away.

Hieronymus fucked me silly. There was no attempt at foreplay or gentleness or sleep together play. He just gripped me by the waist and plowed me. It was vivid. I reached between my second joint and didled myself as he mightiness rammed my now thoroughly stretched snatch. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a machine, he power fucked me difficult and mysterious, I was stretched out and seeing stars as he went to town wrecking my pussy. I grunted and squealed under his assault. My big boob bounced and even smacked me in the jaw. I eventually had to blockade playing with myself to avoid being fucked header first through the wall.

After I came a pair times from this beast ravaging, he threw me over on my back na d put my legs over his shoulders and power fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my bureau as I screamed. Every drive bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking rummy for the next twosome days.

I don't bang how long he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to bid the dig now, but he just gripped my rosehip and bucked up into me. I even tried pulling away but he wouldn't let me. I couldn't even escape from this sex simple machine. All I could do is howling and cum and cum again.

I don't know how farsighted he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a couple to a greater extent positions before he was done. I was on my face again on the storey getting mysterious dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my rachis with the same jack hammering.

Finally I was on all fours. My hair was a slip sweaty muss, I was hobble and on my elbos. I was soaked in travail and completely powerless. Jerome was slowing his poundings into me making foresightful wide-cut strong thrusts, each one jiggling y full dead body. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could experience him extend and thicken in me as he shot his cargo deep inside my ravaged pussy. He slumped down on top of me, with his dick in me. It was fucking thinker blowing.

That's when the door opened.

Yes, the one I had locked. The one I had locked and the sole one who had the key to give it from the outside was the general director. And yes, it was the general manager.


He was angered. Past the nail red and steam coming out of his auricle we could pick up what was going on. There were cars honking and, cursing from outside. The kitchen sounded in overdrive.

"I guess this means I'm fired ”, I said limply.

He just nodded wanting to scream. So I quietly dressed and got up and left > I should have been mortified, but I was fuck high. And this was hardly the first fourth dimension I had been caught fucking. But I did feel like tinker's dam about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of Shame out I saw the source of the commotion. organized religion was swamped in the kitchen and the drive through. Neither of us had known about the local anaesthetic baseball game league patronage tonight, and when they let out they came straight here for food for thought. When faith eventually talked to me again afterwards, she said they came in host and that Hieronymus and I had been fucking for a couple time of day. person complained and the manager showed up.

Faith was infuriated. She got her time of day cut down because she wasn't technically to fault and she defended poor sweet Jerome to the max. She didn't talk of the town to me for a duet weeks after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across townspeople to break apart at Hope's instead of mine across the route.

She eventually did after I arranged a three on one with her being the star between Marcus, Denny and Bill. I just had to watch. She even later admitted to me, she ended up fucking Jerome once after piece of work when she went to his place and she thought he was going to drink down her with his big dick.

So that was my. glorious one and a half hebdomad career in the glamorous plain of fast-food.

It was only halfway through July now, but this was not turning out to be a predict start.

And it wasn't about to get much beneficial, but that's enough stroke fresh fish for my reader for this chapter .