18-year-old Mika Jamison is in serious trouble. Her orphanage mistress has found out what she has done and throws her out into the streets. Mika goes to the only foster parents who will take her - deep in corn country where there is scarcely a soul around.
When a prison chain gang comes around to dig the trenches, the horny Mika hatches a devious plan - involving a sponge, a bucket and a hose - to get the able-bodied and very attractive men to fuck her. She has her eye especially on the towering Sully, a black prisoner with the largest cock she has ever seen.
But things take an unexpected turn - something even Mika can't predict.
This novelette (13,400 words) is Volume THREE of the NAUGHTY NYMPHOMANIAC series.
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I guess I didn't know what I was getting into.
No, I mean I really didn't, and what ultimately happened thereafter is not what you think either.
We are in the barn. Like I said, I know the Cantwells are going to be away practically the whole day. Karen's psychiatrist apparently doesn't keep to his appointment times, and there's a long wait even if you get there before your appointment time. Sucks for Karen and Bert. Good for me.
This is the scenario.
The guards have decided that the prisoners are too dangerous to let loose, even when they are standing watch over them with cocked rifles. So there will be some compromises.
The whole barn atmosphere reeks of forbidden danger and tenseness, or maybe it's just the brittle iron smell of old farm machinery.
The barn has a high vaulted ceiling with plenty of loft space. There are no bales of hay, seeing as we have no livestock. The wooden floor is old and planked. There's a musty tarpaulin stacked away in a corner, and I drag this out and unroll it on the floor.
The prisoners all look as if parole and Thanksgiving and Christmas all bunched up into one has arrived early for them in a veritable goodie bag. They are all grinning from ear to ear as they shrug off their orange jumpsuits and tear off their briefs. Toned and scorching hot bodies are revealed one by one, and those who are already in their boxers strip those off as well.
Ten rock hard cocks of varying sizes all spring to attention.
I have my eye on several. Big Black's cock is a cannon. I swear it's the largest and longest cock I have ever laid eyes on. It rises from his tuft of black wiry hair like a monolith. Its smooth mushroom head is surprisingly circumcised. His shaft is as sweetly chocolate-colored as the rest of his powerfully muscled skin.
Oh my.
Albino's schlong is thinner, but it spans a good eight inches long. In fact, I haven't seen a cock amongst the bunch that I don't like.
My clothes are literally screaming to fall off me. I undress quickly, peeling off my wet blouse and skirt. As I busy myself, two of the guards put the wrist shackles back on the prisoners. That's the deal, you see. They get me, but only if they are nicely bound in irons. For my safety as much as the guards'.
I unhook my bra from behind and my breasts pop out in all their naked and lush glory. I swear I can see the drool spilling out of the men's mouths. I strip off my thong. There, I'm naked now but for my high heels, and these I will keep.
I wonder if someone will offer to cuff me. Since my stint in the jail cell, I've developed nightly fantasies of being handcuffed to the bars and taken from behind.
You can light the air with a match from the scorching gazes that my naked body has generated. The prisoners look hungry enough to run to me, club me over the head, caveman-style, and take me then and there.
But the guards have other plans.
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