In the shoemaker's last memoirs of moi, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae Daniel Jones, the hunting for the dreaded summer job had reached it's showtime hurdle ; I am a sex magnet.

To be mediocre, 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 simple babysitting job turned into a torrid serial publication of troika ; with me being the meat in their loony sandwich.

It was two weeks and three torrid threeways later that I quit my burgeoning calling in babysitting. It was still early July, so I still had plenteousness of summer left ahead of me. I had come out of the baby sitting gig with a few hundred dollars saved up due to their generous"tips ”, but it was not going to even put a dent into any likely college tutelage the pursue year. So it was prison term for a new job.

My best supporter Faith was shanghai I had actually gotten any work and had, true to her Christian Bible, decided to get employment herself. She had no luck at first, so we decided a rivet cause might be upright. For the near part we were a good squad complimenting each other's strength and weaknesses in this sashay. I had no hint what a real job was or where to startle looking whilst she knew every spot in the town that could be hiring high schoolhouse girls, on the former hired man I was raised to shit 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 mall and airstrip shopping centre, bookstore, flea food market and libertine intellectual nourishment places in a matter of couple twenty-four hour period and imply waited for a call option to come in. Our destiny held and the keep an eye on day after our blitz we received a call for an interview each at the hamburger Baron.

No one dreams of working for a debauched nutrient chain where you have to wear a uniform and a cardboard hat, but it beat the choice of no money. We dressed appropriately ; not too business, not too casual. I went and first and breezed through it, name dropping religion every step of the way. In routine, my lithe redheaded acquaintance did the like for me.

By the meter we had gotten abode we had already received calls welcoming us to the exciting vocation path of deep friers and cardboard hat. I was far more mad than Faith, who merely welcomed it as an excuse to get out her abusive house and a way to shake the cops off her pot deals.

We started work a duad days later and got a brief run down on how to do our jobs. It was about as complicated as training a slow witted rascal to flip switches. We were also to run the night shifts with our half witted Nox managing director Eusebius Hieronymus. trust and I were to take good turn manning the thrust through window and assisting Jerome in the kitchen.

It's nix like the commercials on television receiver suggest with happy families and singing and dancing in the gangway. It was vast periods of ennui punctuated by bursts of drunken company goers, sullen cabby, lonely single men, and stoners ( which only increased organized religion's side business ).

I wasn't kidding when I said Jerome was half witted, he had been working there for 20 age 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 confection 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 frozen patties, sing on the r audio, crank the music through the stock, sham orgasm on the mike to each other ( that always made Jerome flush and jape and laugh ), and on our third night in we even got Jerome to smoke some pot with us.

And that's how the worry 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 Miss Faith ”, Jerome blushed,"it makes me feel all amusing"

"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 get it on ”, religious belief assured him

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

"crown of thorns your nub ? ”, he said his cheeks flushed red

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

"Hey !"

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

He coughed a few fourth dimension but sucked back, almost hogging it to himself. The affect on him was spry and great, he was smiling and laughing and hugging us. But the real effect was one that made us blush. Within minute 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 of the night with that lusus naturae in his trousers tenting out. We didn't know what to do or say, we just called him a scary monster and he thought it was a game and would"pursual"us around the Warren Burger Baron.

Luckily by closing prison term he had returned to the proper landing spatial relation and we all made our way home. religion and I were in hysteric about our domestic ass dicked coworker. But being the horndogs we both were, we know eventually no ripe would make out of it.

The succeeding duo Night were more of the same, prolonged boredom mixed in with brief periods of client, We'd play games, get high gear, and Jerome's giant hardon would appear again in his slacks. And that occurred the next night and the Nox 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 chouse me and Momma, so I was already climbing the walls. We had gotten senior 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 protagonist ear

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

"Going to get better acquainted with out night shift coach ”, I winked

"crap you bitch, don't stay in the office staff all dark ”, she whispered back.

"Hey Jerome, I want to render you something in the stockroom ”, I said taking his hand.

"What is Miss Charity ? betrayer get in the shoes again, those little vermin certain do bug me ”, he said innocently enough being led away.

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

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

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

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

"You sure are mussy Miss Charity, I hope your surprise isn't me cleaning your mess up ”, Hieronymus joked with a touch of confusion.

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

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

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

I undid his belt buckle and brushed away his mitt and pulled him towards me by the hemband when he tried pulling away. I unzipped his fly and pulled down his knickers. He made nervous giggles and looked around stymy. He was packing something Brobdingnagian in his briefs and I pulled them down and was smacked in the cheek by his rock hard member.

"Oh my Saint Jerome, 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 devotee, and he had the bountiful cock I had ever seen at 10.7 inches. Yes, Momma and I had measured. Hieronymus was easily in his class and definitely thicker. He had a veridical monster.

"It's always scaring the fairly Theodore Harold White ladies that want to see it ”, Jerome blushed.

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

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

Mrs Parsons. I should have guessed. If there was a big blackened cock in this townspeople, I should have guessed the preachers married woman would experience been the one to stimulate 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 charity"

"Now let me taste how excellent you are."

Without boost ado I plunged my lip onto his engorged fellow member. I had to stretch my mouth wide around him too, he was a thick one. He was musty and sweaty but I didn't mind. The sheer rush of a new devotee with a mighty smuggled cock was enough to cause me one very happy XVII yr old girl. He sighed softly and stroked my hair.

I loosened up my jaw and start thrusting my mouth forward on his mighty member. Jerome was damn big and I could barely deal a few in in me without my point wanting to uninge from my jaw bone. He just stroked my haircloth 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 intemperate 32DD's burst relinquish and I guided Jerome's hand to them. He kneaded and pawed at them clumsily, but his script were so big and unassailable that his clumsiness was offset by his manhandling.

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

I couldn't really jest or grinning at his cutesy comments so I just continued by sucking of his big Shirley Temple Black schlong. At virtually 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 sass. I even reached between my thighs and commence playing with myself under my panties, as I doubt the hung idiot would have the acquisition to orally get me off.

After about 10 minute 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 abuse up the plan. With a mighty slurp, I disentangled my mouth from his tool and turned around. I pulled off my scanty and kicked them into a corner.

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

"What are you waiting for, Miss Charity needs you to stick to that big shaft in her ”, I told him over my shoulder.

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

Hieronymus knelt up behind me and put a big paw on one of my buttcheeks, his hands were big too. And with his other mitt he fumbled away at trying to stick his big prick in my pussy. Big he was, awkward as the pits 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 office with my guidance, he rammed it home ! 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 love play. He just gripped me by the shank and plowed me. It was acute. I reached between my thighs and didled myself as he ability rammed my now thoroughly stretched bit. I don't think he noticed or cared.

Jerome was a machine, he mogul fucked me firmly and deep, I was stretched out and seeing hotshot as he went to town wrecking my pussy. I grunted and squealed under his rape. My big tits bounced and even smacked me in the jaw. I eventually had to hold on playing with myself to avert being fucked headspring first through the wall.

After I came a twain times from this fauna devastation, 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 breast as I screamed. Every thrust bottomoned out in me and I knew I was going to be walking amusing for the next couplet days.

I don't hump how farsighted he fucked me that way, before he pulled me on top of him I thought I was going to call the snapshot 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 long he fucked me, all I knew was that he threw me into a twain Sir Thomas More spatial relation before he was done. I was on my side again on the storey getting deep dicked as I moaned and flailed. Then I was back on my dorsum with the Same knave hammering.

Finally I was on all fours. My fuzz was a guileful sweaty mess, I was limp and on my elbos. I was soaked in sweat and completely powerless. Jerome was slowing his hammer into me making tenacious full solid thrusts, each one jiggling y integral eubstance. 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 warhead deep inside my despoiled pussy. He slumped down on top of me, with his cock in me. It was fucking psyche blowing.

That's when the doorway opened.

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


He was angered. Past the all over red and steam coming out of his spike we could hear what was going on. There were cars 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 scream. So I quietly dressed and got up and left > I should induce been mortified, but I was fuck high. And this was hardly the first prison term I had been caught fucking. But I did feel like shit about Jerome.

As I did the paseo of Shame out I saw the reference of the ruction. religious belief was swamped in the kitchen and the cause through. Neither of us had known about the local baseball conference backing 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 horde and that St. Jerome and I had been fucking for a couple hours. someone complained and the manager showed up.

Faith was furious. She got her 60 minutes cut down because she wasn't technically to blame and she defended pathetic sweet Jerome to the max. She didn't talk to me for a span week after that. Even so far as when her and Dad fought she would go across town to ram 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 peak. I just had to watch. She even later admitted to me, she ended up fucking Eusebius Sophronius Hieronymus once after workplace when she went to his blank space and she thought he was going to defeat her with his big dick.

So that was my. splendiferous one and a half week career in the glamorous bailiwick of fast-food.

It was only halfway through July now, but this was not turning out to be a forebode start.

And it wasn't about to get much better, but that's enough stroke fodder for my reader for this chapter .