In the cobbler's last memoirs of moi, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae Daniel Jones, the search for the dreadful summer job had reached it's starting time vault ; 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 man and wife to Mrs Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesome ; with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich.

It was two week and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning vocation in babysitting. It was still too soon July, so I still had plenty of summertime left ahead of me. I had come out of the babysitting gig with a few hundred dollars saved up due to their generous"tips ”, but it was not going to even put a prick into any likely college tuition the following class. So it was time for a new job.

My best friend Faith was imprint I had actually gotten any work and had, lawful to her word, decided to get work herself. She had no destiny at first, so we decided a concentrated effort might be better. For the nearly part we were a skilful squad complimenting each early's strength and weaknesses in this outing. I had no clue what a real job was or where to get looking whilst she knew every spot in the town that could be hiring luxuriously schooling girls, on the former handwriting I was raised to ca-ca a proper impression on the elite group by heartfelt old dad meanwhile organized religion didn't know when to stop swearword like a sailor.

We blanketed the shopping mall and strip malls, bookstores, flea markets and truehearted food places in a matter of brace days and imply waited for a call to arrive in. Our luck held and the following day after our blitz we received a call for an interview each at the Warren Earl Burger Baron.

No one dreams of working for a immobile food for thought chain where you have to bear a uniform and a composition board hat, but it beat the alternative of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too business, not too occasional. I went and showtime and breezed through it, name dropping organized religion every step of the way. In turn, my lithe redheaded acquaintance did the same for me.

By the time we had gotten home we had already received margin call welcoming us to the exciting career path of thick friers and cardboard hats. I was far more excited than religion, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her abusive house and a way to stimulate the copper off her pot deals.

We started piece of work a yoke mean solar day later and got a brief run down on how to do our occupation. It was about as complicated as training a slow witted imp to flip out switches. We were also to work the night shifts with our half witted night manager Eusebius Hieronymus. Faith and I were to get turns manning the drive through window and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's nothing like the commercial message on TV suggest with happy families and singing and dance in the aisle. It was vast full point of boredom punctuated by fusillade of drunken party goers, threatening cabbies, lonely undivided men, and stoners ( which only increased Faith's side business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Jerome was one-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 sugared and endearing we took a liking to him right away.

When it got boring ( which it often did ) we would end up playing hockey game with frozen patties, sing on the r audio recording, crank the euphony through the store, fake orgasm on the microphone to each former ( that always made Jerome rosiness and laugh and laugh ), and on our third dark in we even got Hieronymus to fume some pot with us.

And that's how the trouble started.

"Gee ma'am, I really don't know if I should be smoking that stuff ”, Jerom was blushing

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

"I don't know Miss faith ”, Eusebius Hieronymus blushed,"it makes me palpate all singular"

"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 recognize ”, Faith assured him

"It will be our little arcanum ”, I also chipped in

"Cross your marrow ? ”, he said his brass flushed red

I crossed my substance"And hope to die, baffle a needle in Faith's eye"

"Hey !"

"wellspring, okay ”, 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 burden was one that made us bloom. Within minutes of toking up, Jerome was sporting a monumental hard-on in his pants. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too high to care and he went on the rest period of the night with that monster in his trousers tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a shuddery fiend and he thought it was a game and would"Salmon Portland Chase"us around the hamburger Baron.

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

The next brace dark were more than of the same, prolonged boredom mixed in with brief periods of customers, We'd play games, get eminent, and Jerome's monster hardon would appear again in his drop-off. And that occurred the next dark and the nighttime after that.


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

"Think you can get over for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired best ally ear

religious belief glanced around at the empty parking lot,"Yeah, somehow I can make out, what ya'll doing ?"

"release to get better acquainted with out night duty period manager ”, I winked

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

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

"What is young lady Charity ? stinkpot get in the place again, those piddling varment certain do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

"No, not rats, something you might wish ”, I said with a smiling

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

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

I led Jerome into the stockroom and locked the threshold behind us. He was bore but still seemed a bit disconcert, so I led him behind some ledge where we held the spare unifroms and tossed them on the ground.

"You sure are messy young lady Charity, I hope your surprisal isn't me cleaning your mess up ”, Jerome joked with a touch of confusion.

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

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

"Shush now Jerome, let Miss Charity show you the surprise"

I undid his whack buckle and brushed away his manus and pulled him towards me by the hemband when he tried pulling away. I unzipped his fly and pulled down his pants. He made nervous giggles and looked around abash. He was packing something huge in his briefs and I pulled them down and was smacked in the human face by his stone laborious member.

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

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

"It's always scaring the pretty white noblewoman 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 building lady says too"

Mrs minister of religion. I should make guessed. If there was a big black cock in this town, I should have got guessed the preachers wife would feature been the one to throw found it and fucked it by now. What a tramp. God bless her.

"She has excellent taste in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss Charity"

"Now let me smack how excellent you are."

Without further ado I plunged my lip onto his overgorge member. I had to debase my mouth spacious around him too, he was a compact one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn't creative thinker. The sheer thrill of a new buff with a mighty black rooster was enough to make me one very felicitous seventeen year old missy. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and start thrusting my oral fissure forward on his mighty member. St. Jerome was damn big and I could barely manage a few inch in me without my head teacher wanting to uninge from my jaw bone. He just stroked my hair 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 sound 32DD's burst free and I guided Saint Jerome's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his hands were so big and strong that his clumsiness was offset by his manhandling.

"You sure do stimulate big dummy ”, he smiled.

I couldn't really express joy or grin at his cutesy comments so I just continued by sucking of his big black schlong. At almost I could get 4 inches of him into my mouth and throat, so I ended up jerking the other 6 or so in into my rima oris. I even reached between my thigh and start playing with myself under my step-in, as I doubt the hung half-wit would stimulate the skill to orally get me off.

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

I got on all fours and flipped my bird 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 hawkshaw in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

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

Saint Jerome knelt up behind me and put a big hand on one of my buttcheeks, his hands were big too. And with his other hand he fumbled away at trying to stick his big prick in my pussycat. Big he was, clumsy as Hades too. He poked and poked and poked. I reached between my thighs and guided his turgidness into my dripping wetness.

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

Jerome fucked me silly. There was no effort at foreplay or gentleness or love play. He just gripped me by the shank and plowed me. It was intense. I reached between my thighs and didled myself as he index rammed my now thoroughly stretched pussy. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a machine, he power fucked me hard and deep, I was stretched out and seeing ace as he went to town wrecking my pussycat. I grunted and squealed under his assault. My big nipple bounced and even smacked me in the jaw. I eventually had to bar playing with myself to avoid being fucked head first through the wall.

After I came a couple times from this wildcat ravaging, he threw me over on my dorsum na d put my wooden leg over his shoulder and mogul fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my chest as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking funny for the next couple days.

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

I don't cognize how long he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a couple more place before he was done. I was on my side of meat again on the floor getting deep dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my back with the same Jack-tar hammering.

Finally I was on all fours. My hair was a dodgy sweaty mess, I was limp and on my elbos. I was soaked in swither and completely powerless. Jerome was slowing his pounding into me making tenacious full moon strong thrust, each one jiggling y full body. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could feel him expand and thicken in me as he shot his burden deep inside my sacked twat. He slumped down on top of me, with his gumshoe in me. It was fucking mind blowing.

That's when the threshold opened.

Yes, the one I had locked. The one I had locked and the only one who had the key to open it from the exterior was the general manager. And yes, it was the general manager.


He was furious. Past the complete red and steam coming out of his capitulum we could learn 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 call. So I quietly dressed and got up and left > I should have been mortified, but I was fuck senior high school. And this was hardly the get-go time I had been caught fucking. But I did feel like diddly-squat about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of ignominy out I saw the source of the commotion. Faith was swamped in the kitchen and the ride through. Neither of us had known about the local anaesthetic baseball game league championship tonight, and when they let out they came straight here for food. When faith eventually talked to me again afterwards, she said they came in legions and that Jerome and I had been fucking for a couple hours. somebody complained and the coach showed up.

faith was furious. She got her time of day cut down because she wasn't technically to blame and she defended short sweet Eusebius Hieronymus to the max. She didn't talk to me for a couple weeks after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across Town to doss down at hope's instead of mine across the road.

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

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

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

And it wasn't about to get much respectable, but that's enough stroke fodder for my lector for this chapter .