In the finish memoirs of moi, charity Jones, the hunting for the dreaded 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 Smith then I wouldn't have been drawn into the insane sex trigon that was his marriage to Mrs smith. A round-eyed baby sitting job turned into a torrid series of threesome ; 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 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"tip ”, but it was not going to even put a dent into any potential college tuition the following year. So it was time for a new job.

My best acquaintance religion was impressed I had actually gotten any work and had, unfeigned to her word, decided to get oeuvre herself. She had no luck at first, so we decided a hard effort might be better. For the most component part we were a unspoilt team complimenting each other's strength and weaknesses in this picnic. I had no clue what a very job was or where to startle looking whilst she knew every spot in the township that could be hiring high school girls, on the other mitt I was raised to make a proper impression on the elite by darling old dad meanwhile Faith didn't know when to stop swearing like a sailor.

We blanketed the shopping centre and cartoon strip mall, bookstore, flea marketplace and degenerate nutrient topographic point in a matter of couple Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and imply waited for a vociferation to come in. Our luck held and the followers day after our blitz we received a call for an interview each at the burger Baron.

No one dreams of working for a truehearted food chain where you have to endure a uniform and a cardboard hat, but it beat the alternative of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too job, not too casual. I went and first and breezed through it, name dropping trust every step of the way. In turn, my lithe redheaded champion did the same for me.

By the time we had gotten menage we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting life history way of life 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 scurrilous house and a way to throw off the bull 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 monkey to sky electrical switch. We were also to work the Nox break with our half witted dark manager Jerome. Faith and I were to take turns manning the drive through window and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's nothing like the commercial on video suggest with glad household and singing and dance in the aisles. It was immense menstruation of boredom punctuated by explosion of boozy party leaver, sullen hack driver, lonely 1 men, and lapidator ( which only increased Faith's English business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus was half witted, he had been working there for 20 geezerhood since it first opened. He was cute in an Opie way and due to his being Afro-American was the butt of many cruel jokes, but he was so sweet 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 patty, sing on the r audio frequency, crank the euphony through the store, fake climax on the mike to each other ( that always made Jerome flush and laugh and laugh ), and on our third Nox in we even got Jerome to smoke some pot with us.

And that's how the problem started.

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

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

"I don't know miss Faith ”, Jerome blushed,"it makes me sense 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 do it ”, Faith assured him

"It will be our petty clandestine ”, I also chipped in

"crossbreed your heart ? ”, he said his buttock flushed red

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

"Hey !"

"well, okey ”, he said gingerly accepting the joint.

He coughed a few clip but sucked back, almost hogging it to himself. The affect on him was quickly and not bad, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the real effect was one that made us blush. Within minute of toking up, St. Jerome was sporting a MASSIVE erection in his bloomers. 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 demon in his pant tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a scarey behemoth and he thought it was a secret plan and would"chase"us around the Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing clip he had returned to the proper landing position and we all made our way home. Faith and I were in hysteric about our Equus asinus dicked coworker. But being the horndogs we both were, we know eventually no dear would come in of it.

The adjacent couple dark were more of the same, elongated boredom mixed in with abbreviated periods of client, We'd play games, get high, and Saint Jerome's monster hardon would come along again in his slacks. And that occurred the next dark and the night after that.


It was a numb Sabbatum night, and due to our fucked up schedule I hadn't been laid since Tuesday good afternoon when Marcus came by to screw me and mommy, so I was already climbing the rampart. We had gotten luxuriously with Jerome again and I was going to do something about it.

"Think you can enshroud for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired in force protagonist ear

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

"sledding to get better acquainted with out night shift manager ”, I winked

"doodly-squat you bitch, don't arrest in the office all dark ”, she whispered back.

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

"What is Miss Charity ? lowlife get in the topographic point again, those little varmints certainly do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

"No, not bum, something you might care ”, I said with a grin

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

As we wandered back into the Burger top executive, organized religion called out behind us"pull through some for me, will ya ?"

I led Jerome into the stockroom and locked the doorway behind us. He was eager but still seemed a bit confused, so I led him behind some shelf where we held the spare 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 touch of confusion.

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

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

"Shush now Jerome, let miss Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae show you the surprise"

I undid his whang 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 trouser. He made nervous giggles and looked around embarrassed. He was packing something huge in his briefs 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 mummy's boss/boyfriend as well as our shared devotee, and he had the large cock I had ever seen at 10.7 inches. Yes, mum 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 ladies that want to see it ”, Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus blushed.

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

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

Mrs Talcott Parsons. I should have guessed. If there was a big Black stopcock in this town, I should suffer guessed the preachers wife would make been the one to suffer found it and fucked it by now. What a tramper. God bless her.

"She has first-class gustatory sensation 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 binge member. I had to extend my mouth extensive around him too, he was a thickset one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn't mind. The sheer thrill of a new lover with a mightily black peter was enough to make me one very happy seventeen yr old girlfriend. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and scratch thrusting my mouth forward on his powerful fellow member. Jerome was damn big and I could barely bring off a few in in me without my oral sex wanting to uninge from my jaw bone. He just stroked my haircloth like I was a kitty and smiled down at me while I slurped merrily away.

I unbuttoned my study uniform as I knelt there before him and unsnapped my bra. My sullen 32DD's burst absolve and I guided Jerome's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his handwriting were so big and strong that his stiffness was offset by his manhandling.

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

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

After about 10 proceedings of slurping and sucking I realized I could suck up on this chocolate lolipop all day and he might not get off. So I decided it was fourth dimension to ill-treat up the architectural plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my brim from his tool and turned around. I pulled off my panty and kicked them into a corner.

I got on all foursome and flipped my annulus up over my waist. Then I wiggled my ass in his direction.

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

"Yes ma'am ! ”, 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 other hand he fumbled away at trying to stick his big dick in my cunt. Big he was, bungling as infernal region too. He poked and poked and poked. I reached between my thighs and guided his flatulence into my dripping wetness.

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

Jerome fucked me silly. There was no attempt at foreplay or gentleness or lie with play. He just gripped me by the waist and plowed me. It was vivid. I reached between my thighs and didled myself as he tycoon rammed my now thoroughly stretched snatch. I don't think he noticed or cared.

St. Jerome was a machine, he tycoon fucked me difficult and recondite, I was stretched out and seeing stars 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 block acting with myself to ward off being fucked head first through the wall.

After I came a yoke times from this fauna 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 chest of drawers as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking funny for the future couple days.

I don't bang how long he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to phone the shots now, but he just gripped my pelvis 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 sleep with how long he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a couple more than location before he was done. I was on my English again on the floor getting deep dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my back with the same seafarer hammering.

Finally I was on all quartet. My hair was a slick sweaty mess, I was hitch and on my elbos. I was soaked in sweat and completely powerless. Saint Jerome was slowing his throb into me making long full substantial jabbing, each one jiggling y entire eubstance. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could feel him enlarge and thicken in me as he shot his encumbrance deep inside my ravaged puss. He slumped down on top of me, with his dick in me. It was fucking intellect blowing.

That's when the door opened.

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


He was furious. Past the terminated red and steam coming out of his pinna we could discover 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 have got been mortified, but I was fuck in high spirits. And this was hardly the first time I had been caught fucking. But I did feel like diddlyshit about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of pity out I saw the source of the commotion. Faith was swamped in the kitchen and the crusade through. Neither of us had known about the topical anesthetic baseball conference championship tonight, and when they let out they came straight here for intellectual nourishment. 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 yoke hours. Someone complained and the handler showed up.

organized religion was fierce. She got her 60 minutes cut down because she wasn't technically to blame and she defended poor sweet St. Jerome to the max. She didn't public lecture to me for a span weeks after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across town to doss at Hope's instead of mine across the route.

She eventually did after I arranged a three on one with her being the headliner between Marcus, Denny and posting. I just had to watch. She even later admitted to me, she ended up crashing Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus once after piece of work when she went to his billet and she thought he was going to kill her with his big dick.

So that was my. splendiferous 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 anticipate start.

And it wasn't about to get lots better, but that's enough accident fodder for my reviewer for this chapter .