In the last memoirs of moi, Charity Mary Harris Jones, the hunting for the fearsome summer job had reached it's first vault ; 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 bare babysitting job turned into a torrid series of threesomes ; with me being the marrow in their loony sandwich.

It was two workweek and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning career in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still had plenty of summer left ahead of me. I had come out of the babysitting gig with a few hundred dollar mark saved up due to their generous"crown ”, but it was not going to even put a gouge into any likely college tuition fee the following year. So it was meter for a new job.

My skilful acquaintance trust was impressed I had actually gotten any work and had, honest to her discussion, decided to get piece of work herself. She had no luck at starting time, so we decided a concentrated effort might be better. For the most part we were a dear team complimenting each other's intensity level and weaknesses in this jaunt. I had no clue what a literal job was or where to jump looking whilst she knew every spot in the town that could be hiring high-pitched school young woman, on the other hand I was raised to construct a right depression on the elite by costly old dad meanwhile Faith didn't know when to break curse word like a sailor.

We blanketed the shopping centre and comic strip shopping center, bookstore, flea grocery and fast food home in a matter of couple daylight and imply waited for a call to come in. Our luck held and the following day after our blitz we received a call for an interview each at the Burger Baron.

No one dreams of working for a fast food chemical chain where you have to tire 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 step of the way. In routine, my lithe redheaded admirer did the Saame for me.

By the prison term we had gotten home we had already received call welcoming us to the exciting career path of deep friers and cardboard lid. I was far more excited than religious belief, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her abusive house and a way to judder the cop off her pot deals.

We started study a couple years later and got a legal brief run down on how to do our jobs. It was about as complicated as training a slacken witted scallywag to flip switching. We were also to do work the night shifts with our half witted night manager Hieronymus. faith and I were to take turns manning the ride through windowpane and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's zilch like the commercials on tv suggest with happy crime syndicate and singing and terpsichore in the aisles. It was Brobdingnagian menses of tedium punctuated by bursts of drunken company departer, sullen cabbies, lonely 1 men, and stoners ( which only increased religion's side clientele ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Jerome was half witted, he had been working there for 20 eld since it first opened. He was cute in an Opie way and due to his being Black American was the target of many cruel jokes, but he was so perfumed 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 sound, crank the music through the store, fake coming on the mike to each other ( that always made Jerome blush and laugh and laugh ), and on our third night in we even got Jerome to smoke some pot with us.

And that's how the difficulty started.

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

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

"I don't know Miss Faith ”, Eusebius Hieronymus blushed,"it makes me finger 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 ”, organized religion assured him

"It will be our fiddling occult ”, I also chipped in

"hybridization your heart ? ”, he said his cheeks flushed red

I crossed my mettle"And Hope to die, stick to a needle in religious belief'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 straightaway and great, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the really effect was one that made us bloom. Within minutes of toking up, Jerome was sporting a MASSIVE hard-on in his gasp. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too high to wish and he went on the rest 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 scary monstrosity and he thought it was a game and would"Chase"us around the Warren Earl Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing clip he had returned to the proper landing position and we all made our way home plate. 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 Night were More of the same, prolonged boredom mixed in with brief periods of customer, We'd play plot, get high, and Jerome's monster hardon would come along again in his mire. And that occurred the adjacent night and the night after that.


It was a pall Saturday night, and due to our fucked up schedules I hadn't been laid since Tuesday afternoon when Marcus came by to get laid 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 shroud for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired best friends 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 dark chemise manager ”, I winked

"shucks you bitch, don't stay in the power 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 Polemonium van-bruntiae ? Rats get in the space again, those petty varmints sure 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 grin

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

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

"You sure are messy Miss Charity, I hope your surprise 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 nominal head of him.

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

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

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 pants. He made aflutter giggles and looked around block. He was packing something vast in his briefs and I pulled them down and was smacked in the face by his rock backbreaking 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 large cock I had ever seen at 10.7 inches. Yes, mum and I had measured. Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus was easily in his category and definitely thicker. He had a very monster.

"It's always scaring the somewhat white ladies that want to see it ”, Eusebius Hieronymus blushed.

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

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

Mrs Parsons. I should have guessed. If there was a big disastrous rooster in this townsfolk, I should have guessed the preacher wife would have 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 Jacob's ladder"

"Now let me taste how fantabulous you are."

Without further ado I plunged my sassing onto his engorged member. I had to stretch my backtalk 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 lover with a mightily black cock was enough to lay down me one very happy XVII year old miss. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and jump thrusting my mouth forward on his mighty member. Eusebius Hieronymus was damn big and I could barely get by a few inch in me without my head wanting to uninge from my jaw ivory. 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 enceinte 32DD's burst liberate 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 have big boobies ”, he smiled.

I couldn't really laugh or smiling 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 mouth and throat, so I ended up jerking the early 6 or so edge into my mouth. I even reached between my thigh and start playing with myself under my pantie, as I doubt the hung imbecile would suffer the skills to orally get me off.

After about 10 mo 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 clip to step up the plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my lips from his dick and turned around. I pulled off my panties and kicked them into a corner.

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

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

"Yes ma'am ! ”, Eusebius 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 hired man he fumbled away at trying to stick by his big shaft in my pussy. Big he was, ill-chosen as hell 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 spot with my guidance, he rammed it dwelling house ! I screamed like a lunatic. He was huge. And he just started pounding away.

Jerome fucked me silly. There was no attempt at foreplay or gentleness or roll in the hay play. He just gripped me by the shank and plowed me. It was intense. I reached between my second joint and didled myself as he business leader rammed my now thoroughly stretched snatch. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a machine, he power fucked me intemperately and deep, I was stretched out and seeing virtuoso 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 stop playing with myself to fend off being fucked head first through the wall.

After I came a couple times from this beast ravaging, he threw me over on my back na d put my wooden leg over his shoulders and world power fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my pectus as I screamed. Every push bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking mirthful for the next couple days.

I don't know how farsighted he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to call the pellet 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 ululation and cum and cum again.

I don't know how farseeing he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a duo more positions before he was done. I was on my side again on the floor getting deep dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my dorsum with the same doodly-squat hammering.

Finally I was on all tetrad. My fuzz was a slick sweaty mess, I was wilted and on my elbos. I was soaked in perspiration and completely powerless. Jerome was slowing his poundings into me making prospicient wide-cut strong thrusts, each one jiggling y entire organic structure. 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 pillaged pussycat. He slumped down on top of me, with his dick 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 manager. And yes, it was the world-wide manager.


He was wild. Past the complete red and steam coming out of his capitulum we could hear what was going on. There were automobile 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 squall. So I quietly dressed and got up and left > I should make been mortified, but I was fuck richly. And this was hardly the first gear time I had been caught fucking. But I did finger like shit about Jerome.

As I did the walk of life of Shame out I saw the source of the commotion. Faith was swamped in the kitchen and the drive through. Neither of us had known about the local baseball league backing tonight, and when they let out they came straight here for food. When organized religion eventually talked to me again afterwards, she said they came in legion and that Jerome and I had been fucking for a couplet 60 minutes. somebody complained and the manager showed up.

religion was furious. She got her hours cut down because she wasn't technically to blame and she defended miserable sweet Jerome to the max. She didn't talk to me for a twain weeks after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across town to dash at Hope's instead of mine across the route.

She eventually did after I arranged a three on one with her being the adept between Marcus, Denny and Bill. I just had to keep an eye on. She even later admitted to me, she ended up fucking Hieronymus once after work when she went to his lieu and she thought he was going to kill her with his big dick.

So that was my. magnificent one and a half week career in the glamorous 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 lots better, but that's enough cerebrovascular accident fodder for my lector for this chapter .