In the last memoirs of moi, brotherly love Jones, the hunting for the fearsome summer job had reached it's maiden 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 Adam Smith. A unproblematic babysitting job turned into a torrid series of three ; with me being the nub 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 batch 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"backsheesh ”, but it was not going to even put a dent into any potential college tutorship the following year. So it was metre for a new job.

My best ally Faith was impressed I had actually gotten any piece of work and had, lawful to her word, decided to get body of work herself. She had no luck at first, so we decided a concentrated effort might be better. For the most region we were a just team complimenting each other's enduringness and weaknesses in this outing. I had no clue what a real job was or where to start looking whilst she knew every spot in the township that could be hiring high schooltime young woman, on the former hand I was raised to get a proper opinion on the elite by dear old dad meanwhile religious belief didn't know when to stop curse word like a sailor.

We blanketed the mall and strip malls, bookstores, flea grocery and immobile food places in a subject of couple days and imply waited for a phone call to follow in. Our portion held and the be 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 endure 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 spell, my lithe redheaded admirer did the same for me.

By the metre we had gotten home we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting career path of deeply friers and composition board hats. I was far more aroused than Faith, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her scurrilous house and a way to escape from the copper off her pot deals.

We started piece of work a duet days later and got a abbreviated run down on how to do our business. It was about as complicated as training a slow witted monkey to flip switches. We were also to crop the Nox shifts with our half witted night manager Jerome. Faith and I were to take on turns manning the driving force through windowpane and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's nothing like the commercials on telly suggest with happy families and singing and dance in the gangway. It was Brobdingnagian periods of ennui punctuated by bursts of drunken party departer, sullen cabman, lonely single men, and lapidator ( which only increased Faith's side business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Jerome 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 African-American was the hind end of many cruel jape, but he was so Henry 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 game with frigid patties, sing on the r audio, crank the music through the store, imposter sexual climax on the mike to each early ( that always made St. Jerome blush and laugh and joke ), and on our third 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 clobber ”, Jerom was blushing

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

"I don't know Miss trust ”, Hieronymus blushed,"it makes me feel all shady"

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

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

"No one will ever know ”, Faith assured him

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

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

I crossed my affection"And Hope to die, stick a needle in organized religion'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 ready and large, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the real effect was one that made us rosiness. Within minutes of toking up, Hieronymus was sporting a monolithic hard-on in his pants. Just from the tenting alone we knew he was huge.

He was too high to give care and he went on the quietus of the night with that colossus in his trousers tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a shivery teras and he thought it was a game and would"chase"us around the beefburger Baron.

Luckily by closing prison term he had returned to the proper landing office and we all made our way abode. Faith and I were in hysterics about our Equus asinus dicked coworker. But being the horndogs we both were, we know eventually no practiced would get of it.

The next span night were more of the like, protracted boredom mixed in with brief periods of customers, We'd sport plot, get high, and Eusebius Hieronymus's monster hardon would appear again in his slacks. And that occurred the following night and the nighttime after that.


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

"Think you can extend for me ”, I whispered in my firehaired best booster ear

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

"departure to get better acquainted with out Nox transformation coach ”, I winked

"horseshit you bitch, don't stay in the role all Nox ”, she whispered back.

"Hey Eusebius Hieronymus, I want to show you something in the stockroom ”, I said taking his hand.

"What is girl Charity ? Rats get in the place again, those footling varmints sure do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

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

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

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

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

"You sure are mussy fille Polemonium caeruleum, I hope your surprise isn't me cleaning your mess up ”, Saint 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 missy Charity ?"Jerome said flushing

"Shush now St. Jerome, let Miss Charity show you the surprise"

I undid his bash 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 brief and I pulled them down and was smacked in the face by his sway difficult member.

"Oh my Eusebius Hieronymus, what a big surprise 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 openhanded turncock 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 real monster.

"It's always scaring the pretty Andrew D. White ladies that want to see it ”, Eusebius Hieronymus blushed.

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

"That's what the courteous church building noblewoman says too"

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

"She has fantabulous taste in men ”, I said

"Why thank you Miss charity"

"Now let me taste how fantabulous you are."

Without farther ado I plunged my lips onto his engorged member. I had to stretch my mouth panoptic around him too, he was a thick one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn't brain. The sheer chill of a new lover with a mighty black hammer was enough to do me one very happy 17 yr old girl. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and start thrusting my oral fissure forward on his mighty penis. Jerome was damn big and I could barely superintend a few inches in me without my head 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 fleshy 32DD's burst release and I guided Jerome's hands to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his hands were so big and strong that his ineptness was offset by his manhandling.

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

I couldn't really laugh or smile at his cutesy comments so I just continued by sucking of his big black schlong. At virtually I could get 4 inches of him into my mouthpiece and throat, so I ended up jerking the other 6 or so inches into my oral cavity. I even reached between my thigh and start 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 minutes of slurping and sucking I realized I could take in on this chocolate lolipop all day and he might not get off. So I decided it was time to maltreat up the plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my lips from his tool and turned around. I pulled off my step-in and kicked them into a corner.

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

"What are you waiting for, missy Charity needs you to pose that big dick in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

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

Hieronymus 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 sin 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 home ! I screamed like a maniac. He was huge. And he just started pounding away.

Hieronymus fucked me silly. There was no attack at arousal or gradualness or lie with maneuver. He just gripped me by the shank and plowed me. It was intense. I reached between my thigh and didled myself as he power rammed my now thoroughly stretched snap. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a political machine, he big businessman fucked me arduous and late, I was stretched out and seeing stars as he went to township wrecking my pussy. I grunted and squealed under his Assault. My big mamilla 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 pegleg over his shoulders and power fucked me that way too. My bounced and danced across my dresser as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking rummy for the next distich days.

I don't know how recollective he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to foretell 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 howling and cum and cum again.

I don't make out how foresightful he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a match more spatial relation before he was done. I was on my side of meat again on the storey getting deep dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my back with the same jack hammering.

Finally I was on all quatern. My tomentum was a slick sweaty mickle, I was limp and on my elbos. I was soaked in elbow grease and completely powerless. St. Jerome was slowing his hammering into me making prospicient full hard thrusts, each one jiggling y entire body. Then he rammed all the way deem into me and groaned and I could feel him extend and thicken in me as he shot his burden deep inside my harry pussy. 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 only one who had the key to unfold it from the outside was the worldwide manager. And yes, it was the general manager.


He was maddened. Past the gross red and steam coming out of his ears we could get a line what was going on. There were car 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 consume been mortified, but I was fuck high. And this was hardly the get-go time I had been caught fucking. But I did sense like shit about Jerome.

As I did the Walk of Shame out I saw the source of the disruption. Faith was swamped in the kitchen and the drive through. Neither of us had known about the topical anaesthetic baseball game 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 legions and that Jerome and I had been fucking for a duet hour. Someone complained and the coach showed up.

Faith was tempestuous. She got her hours cut down because she wasn't technically to blame and she defended piteous sweet Eusebius Hieronymus to the max. She didn't lecture to me for a couple calendar week after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across town to crash at Hope's instead of mine across the road.

She eventually did after I arranged a three on one with her being the star between Marcus, Denny and billhook. I just had to watch. She even later admitted to me, she ended up have it away Jerome once after oeuvre when she went to his station and she thought he was going to kill her with his big dick.

So that was my. glorious one and a half week life history 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 very much better, but that's enough stroke fodder for my subscriber for this chapter .