Edith Rogers - Playground prowling

"I used to be fascinated by their fighting. Partly because I used to wonder why they stayed together, if they hated each other, and partly because I began to see that they deliberately hurt each other, and sometimes, I even thought that they liked it.

"One time, when I was seven or so, they did it different. I didn't understand it at the time, but it makes sense to me now. Mom and Dad were having one of their arguments, and this one was a dilly. It was loud and nasty; they had been in ugly moods and had been at each other's throats all day. I knew a big one was coming, and I was watching TV, but I also kept one eye on them. I was pretty used to it, so it didn't bother me much. I could even follow the TV story while they were going at it.

"All at once, my father yelled, 'You cock-sucking bitch!' Then I heard a loud smack and my mother screamed, 'You fuckin’ gorilla!’

"I turned around and saw my mother lying on the floor, about three feet from my father. She was holding her mouth and some blood was running out of it into her hand. I guess he had really hit her a good one.

"Then she got up and ran at him with her fists doubled up, yelling, ‘You no-good, fuckin’ bastard!' She swung at him and he lashed back with his fist and smashed her in the face and she fell down again. Then she crawled over to him and grabbed him by the ankles and began to pull herself up slowly. Each time she would make it to her knees, he'd let her have another one. This went on five or six times. I couldn't say a word. I just sat watching, fascinated by the violence, and because my Mom kept coming back that way as if she wanted to be hit some more.

"Just when it seemed like she couldn't get up one more time, she reached up and unzipped my father's pants and reached in and pulled out his prick. He just stood and watched her, a funny look on his face. It was big and hard, and it didn't hang loose and short, like I'd seen it sometimes when he took a shower. It was big and hard and red and standing straight out.

"I watched in awe, but with a funny feeling between my legs, as my mother took that thing in her mouth and began to suck on it. I couldn't believe what she was doing, running her tongue over it, then sucking the head of it, and all the time the blood was running out of her mouth.

"She kept moaning all the time, like something was hurting her, and then my father bent down, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom. They didn't even bother to close the door and I could see everything from where I was sitting. I didn't want to move because I didn't want to miss anything. I was a little scared that if my father caught me watching he might hit me like he'd hit my mother.

"Dad dropped Mom on the bed and began to yank her clothes off. She was crying and hollering at him but that didn't bother him at all. He tore every piece off her until she was naked. Then he took his own clothes off and laid down beside her, digging his fingernails into her breasts and in between her legs for a couple of minutes. Then he crawled on top of her. Mom spread her legs real wide and he stuck his prick into her cunt. I remember thinking that if that was the way you made kids, I didn't want any children.

"Dad was like some animal. He would pull his ass way up high, then he'd drive his prick into her cunt as deep and as hard as he could. Each time, Mom would groan aloud, and Dad began to scratch her with his fingernails, and he bit her all over. It was terrible to watch, and I was scared, but I just couldn't take my eyes off them.

"Mom was crying and bleeding and groaning, and Dad was sweating and panting, and everything seemed to get all mixed up. I was crying, too, because I thought he was going to kill her. I don't know how long it kept on it's like a nightmare I had but I noticed that everything seemed to be happening faster. Mom was jerking her ass up and down and kicking her feet in the air, and she was holding on to my father like she never wanted to let him go. She was saying something to him, it sounded like, 'Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,' but I couldn't hear very clearly.

"Then all at once, after a lot of real wild jumping around, they both relaxed and my father kissed her a gentle kind of kiss not like he was trying to eat her up. When he pulled away from her, I was surprised to see how small his prick had become. He stood up next to the bed, and then he spotted me sitting there, almost in a trance, watching.

"He knew I had seen the whole thing, I guess, because he just gave me a hard, cold look like he was staring right through me. I got cold shivers up and down my body. I got up and went to my room. I fell asleep crying. I was suite he was going to come in and kill me. But nobody showed up, and I kept on wondering why my Mom liked to be hit like that, and why she kissed my Dad and sucked his prick and let him put it in her cunt.

"The next day was Saturday and neither of them were working, but it seemed that all of us were just tiptoeing around the place. We didn't look at each other if we could help it. Around two o'clock, Mom went out to do some shopping for groceries, and I was left alone with Dad. I was sitting in my room, not doing much of anything when he came in, I was scared and tears began to come into my eyes.

"I want to talk to you, Ginny,' he said in a soft, very gentle voice. I tried to make believe I didn't know what he wanted to talk about, but I did know… 'It's about last night. I know you must have seen everything your mother and I did.’

"I just nodded, not knowing what to say. Then he asked, 'Did you understand what you saw?' I didn't say anything. I felt sort of numb.

" 'No, I didn't think you would you're too young. But, you need to be taught a lesson so you won't go sneaking around and watching again.’

"He grabbed me and laid me across his lap and pulled my panties down. He said, 'Say, you have a nice little ass, Ginny,' and he rubbed his hand over it, in little circles. I relaxed for a minute and just when I did, his hand came down on my behind. It hurt, and it startled me, and I screamed. I expected him to hit me some more, but instead, he began to rub the spot where he'd hit me. So I relaxed again, thinking it was all over. But then he hit me again. He did this quite a few times and soon my whole body was feeling warm. I could feel the bony part of his knee pushing up between my legs, and every time he hit me, it forced his knee up against my cunt.

"Pretty soon, I began to get a funny feeling out of it. It was a strange feeling, but a good one. I didn't know what was happening to me, but I knew I felt good especially between my legs and in the bottom of my stomach. My whole body was tingling, and every time he hit me, it felt better, and I forgot all about the pain.

"I reached out and touched his cock through his pants. It was hard. Giving me a licking must have excited him. I kept my hand on it, and every time he'd hit me I would give it a squeeze, and that made him hit me harder and faster until it got to be real wild.

"Finally, he stopped hitting me and he pulled my panties up and picked me off his lap, holding me in his arms. He was breathing hard and sweating and one of his hands was between my legs. He was wiggling his finger against the lips of my cunt. Thinking back now, I know he wanted to rape me. If I had been a little older, he might have, but I wasn't even close to being eight years old. I guess that must have been what was going on in his mind, but after a bit, he just gave me a long, hard, cold look and said, 'You're gonna grow up to be just like your mother.' It wasn't until a long time later that I realized what he had meant, and by that time, I guess I was like my Mom.

"I guess that was the first time I ever really had any thoughts or feelings about sex, or at least getting the good feeling between my legs. I began to play with myself that same night, sticking my fingers inside my pussy and moving them around, but I didn't get that same good feeling I had when Dad had hit me and then rubbed my ass.