Edith Rogers - Playground prowling

Jill came from a typical low income family. She had an older brother, and a hard-working father, whose struggle for survival left him too little time to be a father to his two motherless children. Jill's mother had died when she was nine, and her brother eleven.

"After that," Jill related, "nothing was the same. Mom had always been a good mother and housekeeper, but she was sick most of the time I can ever remember. When she died, Daddy seemed to go into a shell, and Louis wasn't home too much. Daddy started drinking more and more, and sometimes he wouldn't come home, or, if he did, he'd be mean. I was always afraid to have any friends over.

"Outside of the hours at school, it was an awful lonely life. When my breasts started to develop and I began to get a shape, my Dad wouldn't let me go out at night at all. He threatened to shoot any boy that he caught 'fooling around me,' as he always put it, so I was lonelier than ever.

"I could feel all the juices beginning to rise inside my body. I tried masturbating, but it wasn't much good. You can't get much love or sex out of your finger or a hairbrush handle.

"My Dad got meaner and meaner. He began to be more strict with Louis, especially after Louis got into a little trouble with a bunch of kids that were stealing hubcaps and things off cars. He made Louis stay home more, and after a time, Louis and I began to be pretty close friends. I guess we needed each other, and what little love and attention we could squeeze out of life.

"Anyhow, one night, Louis sassed my Dad, and Dad had beat him up something awful with his fists. Then my father went out on a drunk. We knew he wouldn't be home that night.

"I felt so sorry for Lou, he was all bruised and cut, and my Dad had kicked him while Lou was on the floor. He went into his room and took his clothes off, and I got some iodine and bandages and a hot washcloth, and was fixing him up, when it it just happened.

"Lou had a bad bruise just where his leg joined his body, where Daddy had kicked him. I was rubbing it with the washcloth, when I saw Lou's prick begin to get stiff and stand up. I'd seen his, and Daddy's a few times, but I'd never seen it hard like that. It fascinated me, and right away I thought how much better a real, live, hard, warm cock would feel in my cunt, than a hairbrush handle.

"I began to play with it, skinning it back and forth. Then Lou reached out and began to play with my tits. I was only wearing a thin dress, with no bra, and no panties. He made the nipples stand up hard, and it felt good. I kept on playing with his prick, and he pulled me down on the bed and slid my dress off and began to run his fingers over the lips of my pussy. I could feel it getting wet and jumpy. Then I told him to 'really do it,' and he stuck his fingers up inside and began to rub my knob. I began to get so excited I didn't know what to do for Louis. I jerked his prick harder and harder, and then, all at once, I just wanted to put it in my mouth! He was making me feel so good, I wanted to show him that I loved him.

"I sucked it and used my tongue to massage it, and he began to shove his fingers deeper inside my cunt. We were both going faster and faster. Then I felt a flood of hot come in my mouth, and it shocked me. I let go and jumped up and ran into the bathroom and spit it into the toilet. It didn't really taste bad, but I hadn't been expecting so much of it, nor that it would be so hot.

"When I went back in. I was still hot and bothered and Louis was still laying there, his cock in his hand. It was soft, but he was playing with it and I could see it getting harder. I went over and laid down beside him and took his cock in my hand. While I got it hard, he played with my cunt again, and we began to kiss on the mouth. I was on fire when Louis put his tongue inside my mouth. I sucked it and we began a see-saw motion with our tongues, first his in mine, then mine in his.

"I thought I was going to burst with the heat between my legs, so I said, 'Lou, put it in me.’

"He shook his head at fist. 'You're my sister,' he said. I said, 'So what, if I love you. I just sucked you off, didn't I?’

"I moved up and took one of my breasts in my hand and put the nipple up close to his mouth. 'Suck it, Lou,’ I pleaded. He put the nipple in his mouth and began to suck it, and massage it with his tongue. His hand went to my pussy again. He shoved his fingers inside it and began to play with my clit and dig at the soft flesh inside. His cock was real stiff again, and when I knew he was ready, I slid down and rolled onto my back and spread my legs. I held the lips of my cunt open with my fingers. 'Please fuck me, Lou,' I begged.

"He couldn't control himself any longer. He got on his knees between my legs, holding his cock in one hand, and he fitted the head of it into the folds of my wet, hot cunt and began to push it in.

"It was wonderful. I knew I was going to come the second he hit my clit with his beautiful, hard cock! I came right away, but Lou was still pumping away, so I decided to go for more. He let his body down to cover mine, and I spread my legs and wrapped them around his hips. When he began to kiss me, slicking his tongue in my mouth deep, I came again. It took Lou about three minutes, I guess, and in that time, I came four times!

"When Lou came, he just laid there, with his prick inside me, and he kissed me, real gently. I'd never felt so wonderful in my life. My whole body, my mind, were glowing with love. I just felt full of joy.

"I laid awake that night for a long time. I tried to figure out if what we'd done was wrong. I knew what incest meant, and what people said about it, but it couldn't be wrong to be that happy, and to have been able to make Lou, the only one I loved, happy, too.

"We did it almost every night after that unless my Dad was home. Sometimes, we'd do it after school. I was really happy."

That was Jill's first experience with sex. It had been an experience of love and fulfillment. But it also opened up another need. She had satisfied her brother's need, and he had fulfilled her temporarily. Jill felt the loss of her mother far more than she realized, and, deprived of her father's love because of his drinking habits and his negative attitude toward life after his wife's death, Jill discovered that close personal relationships gave a depth to life, that casual ones, such as she had at school, did not. More than that, she felt a new popularity and womanly power, and it didn't bother her that to attain this popularity, she had to 'put out' to the boys. Moreover, Jill had to "feed" this need to be wanted and loved, by continuing to be known as an "easy lay."

"I felt good when I was with a boy. I liked having him show me attention," Jill continued. "But kissing and holding hands wasn't enough. I had to go all the way. I was never satisfied until he'd either stuck his cock in me, or I'd mouthed it until he shot into my mouth. I loved playing with his balls and kissing his hard cock. I wasn't hurting anyone, and I didn't see anything wrong with it."

But it was hurting Jill, herself. As she became known as a "quick score" among the eager young males, she became despised by the better elements of her society, and thus felt more and more "left out" and unwanted. It got so bad that her brother, Lou, talked to her about her blatant promiscuousness. He told her it was hurting him, too, and that, sooner or later, their father was bound to hear about it. He pointed out that if he heard of it during one of his drunken sprees, it could be disastrous for both of them.

Jill appreciated the wisdom of Lou's counsel, but she couldn't give up her sex bouts. What she did to counteract the growing shabbiness of her reputation and her person was to begin to frequent the shabbier parts of town, where she wouldn't be recognized.

"I started going down to the slums," Jill continued. "There are usually a lot of single men there loners fellows who hitchhike around a lot, land in town for a while, then move on. Some of them are just out of prison, or on the road looking for jobs. They're lonely and afraid and, well just like I am. I liked them all. And, I figured nobody would find out. I'd go there, see one I liked, start talking to him, and we'd end up some place having sex. In his hotel room, if he had one, or a parked car or an alley any place.