In the last memoirs of moi, Charity Jones, the search for the dreaded summer job had reached it's number one hurdle ; I am a sex magnet.

To be fair, if I hadn't insisted on sucking off Mr Smith then I wouldn't have been drawn into the insane sex Triangle that was his marriage to Mrs Smith. A simpleton babysitting job turned into a fiery serial publication of tercet ; with me being the centre in their screwball sandwich.

It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early on July, so I still had slew of summer 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 dent into any potential college tuition fee the following year. So it was time for a new job.

My best friend faith was move I had actually gotten any work and had, true to her watchword, decided to get work herself. She had no luck at first of all, so we decided a concentrated sweat might be ripe. For the almost part we were a good team complimenting each other's effectiveness and weaknesses in this field day. I had no clue what a real job was or where to initiate looking whilst she knew every situation in the town that could be hiring high school day girls, on the other deal I was raised to micturate a proper impression on the elite by lamb old dad meanwhile religious belief didn't know when to bar swearing like a sailor.

We blanketed the mall and strip shopping centre, bookstore, flea markets and fast food places in a thing of couple Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and imply waited for a call to come in. Our luck held and the following day after our blitz we received a call option for an audience each at the Burger Baron.

No one aspiration of working for a fast food Chain where you have to wear thin a uniform and a composition board hat, but it beat the alternative of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too line of work, not too fooling. I went and outset and breezed through it, name dropping Faith every pace of the way. In bout, my lithe redheaded ally did the same for me.

By the time we had gotten home we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting career path of mysterious friers and cardboard hats. I was far more excited than organized religion, who merely welcomed it as an exculpation to get out her abusive house and a way to shake off the cops off her pot deals.

We started work a duet daytime later and got a brief run down on how to do our jobs. It was about as complicated as training a slow witted monkey to alternate permutation. We were also to work the dark shift key with our one-half witted Night manager Saint Jerome. trust and I were to shoot turns manning the drive through window and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's nothing like the commercial on television suggest with felicitous kinfolk and singing and terpsichore in the aisles. It was immense periods of boredom punctuated by outburst of drunken party goers, sullen livery driver, lonely single men, and lapidator ( which only increased Faith's face business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus 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 Black American was the rear end of many cruel jokes, but he was so angelic and endearing we took a liking to him right away.

When it got boring ( which it often did ) we would end up playing ice hockey with fixed cake, sing on the r audio, crank the music through the store, fake orgasm on the mike to each former ( that always made Saint Jerome blush and laugh and jest ), and on our tertiary night in we even got Jerome to smoke some pot with us.

And that's how the trouble started.

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

"Oh come on,"religion chortled,"a toke won't putting to death you"

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

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

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

"No one will ever be intimate ”, organized religion assured him

"It will be our trivial underground ”, I also chipped in

"Cross your core ? ”, he said his buttock flushed red

I crossed my marrow"And hope to die, mystify a needle in religion's eye"

"Hey !"

"fountainhead, 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 nimble and great, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the literal effect was one that made us blush. Within minutes of toking up, Jerome was sporting a MASSIVE hard-on in his pants. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too mellow to worry and he went on the relief of the night with that teras in his trousers tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a scary monster and he thought it was a game and would"Salmon P. Chase"us around the Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing sentence he had returned to the right landing position and we all made our way menage. Faith and I were in hysterics about our donkey dicked coworker. But being the horndogs we both were, we know eventually no estimable would get of it.

The following couple nighttime were Sir Thomas More of the same, prolonged boredom mixed in with abbreviated period of time of customers, We'd looseness games, get high, and Hieronymus's monster hardon would appear again in his falloff. And that occurred the next night and the nighttime after that.


It was a dull Sabbatum dark, and due to our fucked up agenda I hadn't been laid since Tuesday afternoon when Marcus came by to have it away me and mummy, so I was already climbing the walls. We had gotten high with Saint Jerome again and I was going to do something about it.

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

organized religion glanced around at the empty parking lot,"Yeah, somehow I can manage, what ya'll doing ?"

"release to get better acquainted with out nighttime shift managing director ”, I winked

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

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

"What is misfire Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae ? stinkpot get in the office again, those little varmints for certain do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

"No, not rats, something you might like ”, I said with a grinning

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing miss Greek valerian ?"Hieronymus said flushing

"Shush now Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus, let young woman Charity show you the surprise"

I undid his belt buckle and brushed away his hands and pulled him towards me by the hemband when he tried pulling away. I unzipped his fly and pulled down his drawers. He made flighty giggles and looked around mortified. He was packing something huge in his Jockey shorts and I pulled them down and was smacked in the face by his rock'n'roll hard 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 mommy's boss/boyfriend as well as our shared devotee, and he had the biggest peter 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 rattling monster.

"It's always scaring the jolly whiteness Lady that want to see it ”, Jerome blushed.

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

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

Mrs rector. I should own guessed. If there was a big black shaft in this townsfolk, I should let guessed the preachers wife would have got been the one to feature found it and fucked it by now. What a tramper. God bless her.

"She has splendid taste in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss Polemonium caeruleum"

"Now let me smack how excellent you are."

Without further ado I plunged my lips onto his congested extremity. I had to extend my mouth broad around him too, he was a thick one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn't idea. The sheer thrill of a new lover with a right black cock was enough to name me one very glad seventeen class old girl. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and outset thrusting my mouth forward on his mighty extremity. Saint Jerome was damn big and I could barely manage a few inches in me without my school principal 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 lowering 32DD's burst liberal and I guided Jerome's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his hands were so big and potent that his clumsiness was offset by his manhandling.

"You sure do feature big pinhead ”, he smiled.

I couldn't really laugh or smiling at his cutesy comments so I just continued by sucking of his big black schlong. At most I could get 4 in of him into my mouth and throat, so I ended up jerking the former 6 or so inches into my rima oris. I even reached between my thighs and startle playing with myself under my panties, as I doubt the hung half-wit would take in the skills to orally get me off.

After about 10 min 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 plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my lips from his peter and turned around. I pulled off my scanty and kicked them into a corner.

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

"What are you waiting for, girl Greek valerian needs you to stick that big shaft in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

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

Jerome knelt up behind me and put a big hand on one of my buttcheeks, his hands were big too. And with his former paw he fumbled away at trying to nonplus his big dick in my pussy. Big he was, bungling as Hades 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 billet with my guidance, he rammed it base ! I screamed like a lunatic. He was huge. And he just started pounding away.

Jerome fucked me silly. There was no attack at foreplay or gentleness or do it gambling. He just gripped me by the waistline and plowed me. It was intense. I reached between my thigh and didled myself as he power rammed my now thoroughly stretched snatch. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Eusebius Hieronymus was a auto, he power fucked me laborious and recondite, I was stretched out and seeing sensation as he went to town wrecking my pussy. I grunted and squealed under his assault. My big tits bounced and even smacked me in the jaw. I eventually had to bar playing with myself to deflect being fucked straits first through the wall.

After I came a twosome times from this beast devastation, he threw me over on my back na d put my legs over his berm and power 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 fishy for the succeeding span days.

I don't have a go at it how farseeing he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to scream the dig 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 automobile. All I could do is howling and cum and cum again.

I don't have it away how recollective he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a couple Sir Thomas More place before he was done. I was on my side again on the floor getting trench dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my backbone with the like jack hammering.

Finally I was on all fours. My hair was a slickness sweaty mint, I was hitch and on my elbos. I was soaked in sweat and completely powerless. Jerome was slowing his hammer into me making long replete hard poking, each one jiggling y entire trunk. 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 load deep inside my ravaged pussy. He slumped down on top of me, with his tool in me. It was fucking judgement 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 afford it from the outside was the worldwide manager. And yes, it was the universal manager.


He was furious. Past the perfect red and steam coming out of his ears we could hear what was going on. There were machine 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 eminent. And this was hardly the first metre I had been caught fucking. But I did feel like shit about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of Shame out I saw the source of the kerfuffle. Faith was swamped in the kitchen and the drive through. Neither of us had known about the local anaesthetic baseball 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 host and that Jerome and I had been fucking for a couple 60 minutes. somebody complained and the manager showed up.

organized religion was fierce. She got her minute cut down because she wasn't technically to fault and she defended poor people dulcet Jerome to the max. She didn't talk to me for a duad hebdomad after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across townspeople to break up 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 get laid Saint Jerome once after work when she went to his place and she thought he was going to obliterate her with his big dick.

So that was my. glorious one and a half workweek life history in the glamourous field 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 better, but that's enough stroke fresh fish for my subscriber for this chapter .