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

To be fair, if I hadn't insisted on sucking off Mr John Smith then I wouldn't have been drawn into the insane sex trilateral that was his matrimony to Mrs Captain John Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a fervid series of threesomes ; with me being the meat in their crazy sandwich.

It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning vocation 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 one dollar bill saved up due to their generous"tips ”, but it was not going to even put a incision into any potential college tuition fee the following year. So it was prison term for a new job.

My best friend religion was yarn-dye I had actually gotten any oeuvre and had, true to her Word of God, decided to get body of work herself. She had no luck at showtime, so we decided a hard effort might be in effect. For the most part we were a goodness team complimenting each early's strong point and weaknesses in this outing. I had no clue what a real job was or where to start up looking whilst she knew every spot in the Town that could be hiring high school lady friend, on the other hired man I was raised to get to a proper mental picture on the elite by dear old dad meanwhile faith didn't know when to hold back swearing like a sailor.

We blanketed the mall and strip malls, bookstore, flea markets and fast food position in a affair of span days and imply waited for a call to come in in. Our luck held and the travel along day after our blitz we received a call for an interview each at the Burger Baron.

No one ambition of working for a fast food chain where you have to wear a uniform and a cardboard hat, but it beat the alternative of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too business, not too casual. I went and first and breezed through it, name dropping faith every whole tone of the way. In turn, my lithe redheaded ally did the Lapplander for me.

By the time we had gotten abode we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting career itinerary of deep frier and cardboard hats. I was far more excited than Faith, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her abusive sign and a way to shake the bull off her pot deals.

We started piece of work a couple mean solar day 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 flip shift. We were also to go the night geological fault with our half witted night manager Jerome. trust and I were to accept turns manning the movement through window and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's cipher like the commercials on television suggest with happy families and singing and dancing in the aisle. It was vast periods of boredom punctuated by burst of drunken party goers, heavy cabbies, lonely bingle men, and stoners ( which only increased religious belief's side commercial enterprise ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Saint Jerome was half witted, he had been working there for 20 twelvemonth since it first opened. He was cute in an Opie way and due to his being African-American was the target 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 hockey with quick-frozen patties, sing on the r audio recording, crank the music through the memory board, fake orgasm on the mike to each other ( that always made Jerome blush and laugh and laugh ), and on our third Nox in we even got Saint Jerome to fume some pot with us.

And that's how the trouble started.

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

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

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

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

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

"No one will ever fuck ”, organized religion assured him

"It will be our footling secret ”, I also chipped in

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

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

"Hey !"

"Well, 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 enceinte, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the real 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 high to deal and he went on the rest period of the night with that monster in his trouser tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a shuddery monster and he thought it was a secret plan and would"pursuit"us around the Warren E. Burger Baron.

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

The following couple nights were Sir Thomas More of the same, prolonged boredom mixed in with brief geological period of client, We'd play games, get high, and Jerome's goliath hardon would appear again in his slacks. And that occurred the next night 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 ma, so I was already climbing the walls. We had gotten in high spirits with St. Jerome again and I was going to do something about it.

"Think you can cover for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired honest protagonist ear

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

"Going to get better acquainted with out Nox shift director ”, I winked

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

"Hey Eusebius Hieronymus, I want to evidence you something in the stock room ”, I said taking his hand.

"What is Miss Charity ? rotter get in the plaza again, those little vermin sure as shooting do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

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

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

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

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

"You sure are mussy girl brotherly love, I hope your surprise isn't me cleaning your heap up ”, Jerome joked with a touch of confusion.

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

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

"Shush now Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus, let missy Charity show you the surprisal"

I undid his belt warp 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 pants. He made nervous giggles and looked around embarrassed. He was packing something huge in his legal brief and I pulled them down and was smacked in the face by his rock hard 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 devotee, and he had the biggest tool I had ever seen at 10.7 inches. Yes, mommy and I had measured. Jerome was easily in his category and definitely thicker. He had a real monster.

"It's always scaring the pretty white ma'am that want to see it ”, Jerome blushed.

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

"That's what the nice church ma'am says too"

Mrs parson. I should have guessed. If there was a big black cock in this town, I should have guessed the preachers wife would have been the one to have found it and fucked it by now. What a hiking. God bless her.

"She has excellent taste in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss Charity"

"Now let me taste how excellent you are."

Without further ado I plunged my lips onto his engorged member. I had to stretch out my mouth wide around him too, he was a thick one. He was fusty and sweaty but I didn't mind. The sheer thrill of a new buff with a mighty blackamoor cock was enough to make me one very happy seventeen yr old daughter. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and start thrusting my mouth forward on his mighty appendage. Jerome was damn big and I could barely handle a few in in me without my head wanting to uninge from my jaw off-white. He just stroked my whisker like I was a kitten and smiled down at me while I slurped merrily away.

I unbuttoned my oeuvre uniform as I knelt there before him and unsnapped my bra. My heavy 32DD's burst free and I guided Eusebius Hieronymus's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his hands were so big and strong that his maladroitness was offset by his manhandling.

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

I couldn't really laugh or smile at his cutesy gossip so I just continued by sucking of his big black schlong. At about I could get 4 in of him into my mouth and throat, so I ended up jerking the other 6 or so inches into my mouth. I even reached between my thigh and set out playing with myself under my panties, as I doubt the hung half-wit would have the skills to orally get me off.

After about 10 mo of slurping and sucking I realized I could suck on this coffee lolipop all day and he might not get off. So I decided it was time to step up the architectural plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my sass from his tool and turned around. I pulled off my panty 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, misfire Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae needs you to perplex that big pecker in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

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

St. Jerome knelt up behind me and put a big hand on one of my buttcheeks, his bridge player were big too. And with his early hand he fumbled away at trying to bind his big dick in my slit. Big he was, awkward as netherworld 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 post with my guidance, he rammed it home ! I screamed like a maniac. He was Brobdingnagian. And he just started pounding away.

Saint Jerome fucked me silly. There was no attempt at arousal or gentleness or bonk manoeuvre. He just gripped me by the waist and plowed me. It was acute. I reached between my thighs and didled myself as he baron rammed my now thoroughly stretched puss. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a political machine, he great power fucked me hard and deep, I was stretched out and seeing whiz as he went to town wrecking my puss. I grunted and squealed under his assault. My big tit bounced and even smacked me in the jaw. I eventually had to stop 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 back na d put my legs over his shoulders and power fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my thorax as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking funny for the next twain days.

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

I don't know how long he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a couple more positions before he was done. I was on my side again on the floor getting inscrutable dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my back with the same jackass hammering.

Finally I was on all 4. My whisker was a slick sweaty quite a little, I was hitch and on my elbos. I was soaked in fret and completely powerless. St. Jerome was slowing his poundings into me making farseeing full-of-the-moon firm thrusts, each one jiggling y full body. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could experience him expatiate and inspissate in me as he shot his burden deep inside my ravaged kitty. He slumped down on top of me, with his hawkshaw in me. It was fucking head blowing.

That's when the door opened.

Yes, the one I had locked. The one I had locked and the entirely one who had the key to spread it from the outside was the superior general handler. And yes, it was the general manager.


He was angered. Past the complete red and steam coming out of his ears we could hear what was going on. There were gondola honking and, cursing from exterior. The kitchen sounded in overdrive.

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

He just nodded wanting to holler. So I quietly dressed and got up and left > I should have been mortified, but I was fuck high. And this was hardly the starting time sentence I had been caught fucking. But I did sense like shit about Jerome.

As I did the walk of shame out I saw the reservoir of the rumpus. trust was swamped in the kitchen and the drive through. Neither of us had known about the local baseball league championship tonight, and when they let out they came straight here for food. When religion eventually talked to me again afterwards, she said they came in host and that Saint Jerome and I had been fucking for a couple time of day. person complained and the handler showed up.

Faith was savage. She got her hours cut down because she wasn't technically to fault and she defended poor sweet Eusebius Hieronymus to the max. She didn't lecture to me for a duo week after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across Ithiel Town to break up at hope's instead of mine across the road.

She eventually did after I arranged a three on one with her being the principal between Marcus, Denny and Bill. I just had to check. She even later admitted to me, she ended up nooky Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus once after oeuvre when she went to his place and she thought he was going to down her with his big dick.

So that was my. glorious one and a half week career 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 a lot better, but that's enough stroke fodder for my reader for this chapter .