In the last-place 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 honest, 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 John Smith. A simple babysitting job turned into a fervent series of threesomes ; with me being the nitty-gritty in their dotty sandwich.

It was two workweek and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still too soon July, so I still had mint 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"pourboire ”, but it was not going to even put a dent into any potential college tuition the following year. So it was metre for a new job.

My best admirer religious belief was impressed I had actually gotten any employment and had, dependable to her Word, decided to get work herself. She had no luck at outset, so we decided a concentrated attempt might be better. For the to the highest degree part we were a good team complimenting each other's military posture and weaknesses in this jaunt. I had no cue what a real job was or where to commence looking whilst she knew every topographic point in the town that could be hiring gamey school girls, on the other hired hand I was raised to make a proper impression on the elite group by dear old dad meanwhile Faith didn't know when to check swearing like a sailor.

We blanketed the center and flight strip malls, bookstall, flea markets and fasting intellectual nourishment places in a matter of couple years and imply waited for a birdcall to come in. Our luck held and the succeed day after our blitz we received a call for an audience each at the Warren Burger Baron.

No one dream of working for a tight food range where you have to wear off a uniform and a cardboard hat, but it beat the choice of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too business, not too daily. I went and first and breezed through it, name dropping Faith every step of the way. In turn of events, my lithe redheaded Friend did the same for me.

By the clip we had gotten home base we had already received cry welcoming us to the exciting vocation path of deep frier and cardboard hat. I was far more excited than religious belief, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her opprobrious firm and a way to escape from the cops off her pot deals.

We started work a couple days later and got a brief run down on how to do our jobs. It was about as complicated as training a slow witted scallywag to flip-flop switches. We were also to work the dark shifts with our half witted night manager Jerome. Faith and I were to take away turns manning the effort through windowpane and assisting Saint Jerome in the kitchen.

It's cypher like the commercials on television receiver suggest with happy families and tattle and saltation in the gangway. It was vast periods of boredom punctuated by bursts of drunken company leaver, sullen cabbies, lonely 1 men, and stoner ( which only increased religious belief's side business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Eusebius Hieronymus was half witted, he had been working there for 20 long time 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 fresh 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 freeze out patties, sing on the r audio, crank the euphony through the store, wangle orgasm on the mike to each other ( that always made Saint Jerome blush and joke and laugh ), and on our third nighttime in we even got Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus to fume some pot with us.

And that's how the bother started.

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

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

"I don't know girl Faith ”, Eusebius Hieronymus 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 make love ”, Faith assured him

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

"crossing your pith ? ”, he said his impertinence flushed red

I crossed my heart"And promise to die, stick a acerate leaf in Faith's eye"

"Hey !"

"Well, okay ”, he said gingerly accepting the joint.

He coughed a few time but sucked back, almost hogging it to himself. The affect on him was flying and smashing, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the rattling effect was one that made us rosiness. Within minutes of toking up, Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus was sporting a monolithic hard-on in his knickers. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too senior high school to wish and he went on the rest of the night with that colossus in his trouser tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a scary goliath and he thought it was a game and would"pursuit"us around the Warren Earl Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing time he had returned to the proper landing place stance and we all made our way household. Faith 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 couple nights were more than of the same, extended boredom mixed in with brief periods of customer, We'd free rein games, get high gear, and Jerome's monstrosity hardon would appear again in his slacks. And that occurred the next night and the night after that.


It was a softened Sabbatum Night, and due to our fucked up schedules I hadn't been laid since Tuesday afternoon when Marcus came by to bang me and mamma, so I was already climbing the wall. We had gotten high with Jerome again and I was going to do something about it.

"Think you can cover for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired best admirer ear

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

"expiration to get better acquainted with out Night shift manager ”, I winked

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

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

"What is young woman Charity ? rotter get in the place again, those little varmint trusted do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

"No, not rat, something you might care ”, I said with a grinning

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

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

I led Jerome into the stockroom and locked the door behind us. He was bore but still seemed a bit blur, 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 messiness up ”, Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus joked with a speck of confusion.

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

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

"Shush now Jerome, let young lady brotherly love show you the surprise"

I undid his bash warp and brushed away his hand 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 stymy. He was packing something huge in his briefs and I pulled them down and was smacked in the aspect 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 mummy's boss/boyfriend as well as our shared devotee, and he had the biggest cock I had ever seen at 10.7 in. Yes, Momma and I had measured. Jerome was easily in his class and definitely thicker. He had a existent monster.

"It's always scaring the moderately snowy ladies that want to see it ”, Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus blushed.

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

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

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

"She has splendid taste sensation in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss brotherly love"

"Now let me taste how first-class you are."

Without further ado I plunged my lips onto his scarf out appendage. I had to stretch my sassing wide around him too, he was a thick one. He was moldy and sweaty but I didn't mind. The sheer flush of a new lover with a mighty disastrous cock was adequate to make me one very felicitous seventeen year old girl. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and jump thrusting my oral cavity forward on his mighty appendage. Jerome was damn big and I could barely manage a few column inch in me without my head teacher wanting to uninge from my jaw bone. He just stroked my hair like I was a kitty 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 justify and I guided Hieronymus's mitt to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his bridge player were so big and strong that his clumsiness was offset by his manhandling.

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

I couldn't really express mirth or smile at his cutesy scuttlebutt so I just continued by sucking of his big black schlong. At nigh I could get 4 inches of him into my backtalk and throat, so I ended up jerking the other 6 or so inches into my sassing. I even reached between my second joint and pop out playing with myself under my step-in, as I doubt the hung idiot would have got the acquirement to orally get me off.

After about 10 transactions 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 puppet and turned around. I pulled off my panty and kicked them into a corner.

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

"What are you waiting for, Miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae needs you to stick that big tool in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

"Yes ma'am ! ”, Hieronymus 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 early script he fumbled away at trying to stick his big dick in my pussy. Big he was, clumsy as Scheol too. He poked and poked and poked. I reached between my thighs and guided his turgidity into my dripping wetness.

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

Jerome fucked me silly. There was no try at foreplay or gentleness or get it on play. He just gripped me by the waist and plowed me. It was acute. I reached between my thighs and didled myself as he power rammed my now thoroughly stretched snatch. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a machine, he magnate fucked me hard and rich, I was stretched out and seeing wiz 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 break playing with myself to avoid being fucked head first through the wall.

After I came a dyad times from this beast devastation, he threw me over on my back na d put my ramification over his articulatio humeri and power fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my pectus as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking funny for the next distich days.

I don't eff how prospicient he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to call the shots now, but he just gripped my hip joint 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 know how long he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a match More positions 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 binding with the same jack hammering.

Finally I was on all IV. My hair's-breadth was a glossy sweaty mess, I was limp and on my elbos. I was soaked in lather and completely powerless. St. Jerome was slowing his poundings into me making long full moon unattackable thrusting, each one jiggling y stallion 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 load mystifying inside my raped kitty-cat. He slumped down on top of me, with his prick in me. It was fucking mind blowing.

That's when the door 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 outside was the general director. And yes, it was the general manager.


He was furious. Past the complete red and steam coming out of his ears we could hear 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 give been mortified, but I was fuck in high spirits. And this was hardly the first time I had been caught fucking. But I did finger like shit about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of Shame out I saw the seed of the hurly burly. Faith 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 trust eventually talked to me again afterwards, she said they came in legions and that Jerome and I had been fucking for a couple 60 minutes. individual complained and the manager showed up.

faith was furious. She got her hours cut down because she wasn't technically to blame and she defended poor mellisonant Saint Jerome to the max. She didn't lecture to me for a couple workweek after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across town to barge in 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 bank note. I just had to watch. She even later admitted to me, she ended up fucking Jerome once after work when she went to his place and she thought he was going to defeat her with his big dick.

So that was my. splendiferous one and a one-half week career in the glamorous landing 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 decent stroke cannon fodder for my reader for this chapter .