Jail Bait

I had spent fifteen years in prison for grand theft, breaking and entering, and burglary. I had been out two months when I met the Taylor’s. When I first saw Honeysuckle, I thought she was Catrina, My former ‘partner’. Then I realized Catrina was still in prison, and would be a lot older. Honeysuckle was eighteen. She stood five feet six inches tall and weighed about one hundred twenty-five pounds. She had straight, shoulder length, light blonde hair that curled in and up at the bottom, eyes as blue as an early morning desert sky, and skin the color of lightly toasted bread. She was so much more beautiful than Catrina, that I still, occasionally, chastise myself for the comparison.

She, her mother, Ginger, and her father, Milton, greeted me on the third day that I had been living in this house. They are my next door neighbors, and thought I should be welcomed. I told them about my past right away, to get the unpleasantness out of the way. To my surprise, they didn’t seem to care. No one else ever treated me so nicely.

What am I doing here?

Ginger was thirty-eight. She was two inched taller than her daughter and forty-five pounds heavier, yet still quite lovely. Her hair was slightly darker with ginger highlights and close cut. Her skin was olive brown; her eyes were as blue as her daughter’s.

Milton was large, six feet seven inches tall and a muscular two-hundred forty pounds. His blond hair was cut in a flattop and had flecks of grey. His eyes were a deep blue.

I really should leave.

I had now known the family for three months and through them had been accepted by the town. They were wonderful people, but I preferred the company of Honeysuckle. The more I saw of her, the more charmed I became.

Then, two days ago, something special happened. I just happened to look over into the Taylor’s yard, and saw Honeysuckle asleep on a blanket. The look of her sleeping peacefully stirred something inside me and I wondered how she would look up close and at night.

Tonight, I made a big mistake.

Just get up and leave quietly.

I don’t know why or when I decided to do it, but at twelve-thirty, I stole over to the Taylor’s house, dressed all in black, located Honeysuckle’s bedroom, and entered through the window. It was too easy. Surely, a silent alarm was sounding. But I just sat down and watched her. For fifteen minutes, I watched her sleep. The full moon shone through her window causing a silvery glow on her beautiful face. She lay on her side, curled up in her covers in peaceful slumber. I got up to leave, and she let out a low moan that caught my attention. She had rolled over onto her back and I could make out the features of her body better.

Her hands were raised over her head and I noticed the blankets were free. I also noticed that her nipples were hard enough for me to make out through the blankets. I found myself reaching toward her and slowly caressing each cheek. She smiled and moaned again. “It would be so easy to pull the blankets down,” I thought, reaching out to them, “I wonder what kind of night gown she wears.” Before I could stop myself, I slowly, carefully peeled the covers down to reveal her entire body.

My heart leapt in my chest, my cock leapt in my pants, and my mouth started watering like a dog at dinnertime. Except for a skimpy pair of panties that barely covered her womanhood, she was completely nude. Her tight body was available for my every scrutiny. Her tits were firm and her nipples hard. It was the first time in fifteen years that I had seen a naked woman.

Slowly, I started to let my fingers trace the curves of her body. She slept through my caresses, but reacted to them. When my fingers found her nipples, she let out a low “Oh!” I began to smell her excitement fill the room. I was on automatic, my body doing what it desired without my actually having to think about it.

Stop this before you go too far and can’t.

With one hand, I lightly stroked the inside of her left thigh. Automatically, like a horse responding to the pull of the reins, her leg slid open. A touch on the right, more openness. I went from leg to leg until she was fully spread. With her legs spread wide, I could see that her panties were very wet. I let a finger slip under her panties and let it slide along her slit. It was hot, wet and ripe for fucking. My cock throbbed.

This is madness.

I looked around her room. There was a pair of scissors on her dresser. I got them, carefully placed them over the crotch of her panties, and cut the cloth. She didn’t stir.

“Jesus, this chick is a heavy sleeper,” he whispered.

I now had a good look at her cunt. Pink, wet and inviting, it begged for a cock. I carefully climbed between her legs, took hold of both her wrists, and starred at her. She was still asleep, but not for long.

“Just do it!”

I entered her and her eyes flew wide open. I saw terror there, and a part of me wanted to pull away, but I was too hungry.

“Scream and I’ll kill you. Understand?”

She nodded her head. Surprisingly, she didn’t dry out as I heard fear does to a woman. I took her until I was sated. It took an hour and a half, yet she never saw my face. I made her cum six times. I came four. She was crying as I backed off of her.

“Close your eyes and count to a hundred”, I commanded. When she started counting, I told her, “Tell anyone this happened and I’ll be back.” She nodded as I went out the window, and disappeared into the night. When I got home, I threw up.

You are a sick bastard.