Edith Rogers - Playground prowling

"We blew and fucked each other pretty regular, for a year or so. I got my first piece of ass from a girl when I was twelve. She was a hot little redhead, and all the older guys had fucked her since she was about eleven. She had nice titties, and a cute, round little ass, and she was always teasing me about being 'chicken' because I wouldn't go to her house after school and fuck her.

"Me and Ed had a fight, and I hadn't had any sex for two weeks, so I guess I went to Tina's house out of spite. There was nobody home and she didn't waste any time. She was sort of making fun of me, because the first thing she did was unzip my pants and dig in and grab my cock. I made a grab for her snatch and we stood there for a minute, playing with each other.

"She laughed and said, 'Oh-oh, you're getting a hard-on. Let's go!' She went over to the couch and took off her dress and panties. She didn't have any brassiere on and those titties really fascinated me. I was surprised at the size of them and at the amount of red hair that grew wild around her pussy. I moved over close and she sat down and spread the lips of her cunt wide open with her fingers. Then she grinned up at me and asked: 'Want some?’

"I wanted to be just as smart-alecky as she was, so I replied, 'How about sucking me off, first?' She never batted an eye. She just unzipped my pants and took my prick out arid started to suck on it. She really knew how, too, and I had been so long without any sex that I came real quick. She just swallowed my come and kept right on sucking and playing with my balls until I got another hard-on.

"Then she let go and laid back, her legs spread, so I could see her wet, gleaming pussy. I could see the little knob almost waving at me, and I just jumped on. That's the right word for it, too. I almost threw myself between her legs, my prick in my hand. I remember how surprised I was at how easily it slipped into her wet, warm cunt. Remember, I was used to having to use vaseline or cold cream on my dick when plugging Ed's asshole.

"I went right in and I could feel her inner muscles tighten over my prick. She wrapped her legs around my hips and worked her ass tip and down. I relaxed and we began to suck tongues while we worked out the rhythm.

"I'll be honest I really got a thrill out of it. I found several feelings that tickled and thrilled me while I fucked her that I'd never got while I fucked Ed in the ass, or even when he sucked me off.

"I still get a kick from the right girl, but when a guy is married, it gets lots harder to get a broad to go out with you. My wife is a dud. She's a stiff board in bed, and she'll only do it one way with me on top. No sucking, no ass-fucking just the old-fashioned, dull, straight fuck. She's a lousy lay. She won't unbend or let herself go. I doubt if she's had over three orgasms in her life, and it's her own damned fault. I could care less. I've worked at trying to give her a real sex life, but she doesn't want it. To hell with that jazz. When I can, I get a strange piece of ass from a woman. When I can't, and I'm hot, I have four different guys that are willing and ready at the drop of a hot.

"I’ve thought about joining a swap club, but most of them want couples. Can you imagine me asking my wife to join a wife swapping club? Hell, she won't even take my cock in her mouth or up her ass. You know something? She won't even let me try fucking her dog-fashion, with her up on her knees!

"So why shouldn't I have my sex kicks with guys, if that's the way it has to be. I'm not a homo, but I enjoy a good ass-fuck and blow job, and I don't mind giving out in return. What will I tell my kid when she begins to ask questions? I don't know, frankly. But I won't let her mother pass on that bullshit from her mother and grandmother that made an iceberg out of her, I'll guarantee you that! My kids are going to learn the right way by doing what they want and working out their own sex lives. It worked for me, and it can work for anybody."

In the foregoing case of Bill, this might be called "deliberate bisexualtiy." Bill liked sex with females, but, finding himself unsatisfied and unfulfilled by sex with a cold, inhibited wife, he deliberately returned to homosexual relationships. But remember, in his case he was well oriented to homosexual sex. When he became frustrated in his marital sex activities, he did not have to flounder about and experiment, as many married men do, with members of both sexes.

It is difficult for even the experts to state with authority whether it is best that a marriage be maintained on such a flimsy basis, rather than a divorce freeing both parties to find more suitable sex partners. Nor is it easy to simply say that Bill is an out-and-out homosexual, merely using marriage as a false front of respectability. He does seem to love his daughter and, in a sense, he must love his wife, for he works steadily and provides a good living for them.

There is little reason to doubt that Bill was telling the truth when he said he has tried to "loosen" his wife's inhibitions. Perhaps professional help would be the answer for her, but she is unwilling, for she does not look upon herself as being anything but a "normal, decent woman." In such cases, it is almost impossible to persuade a person that he or she needs help.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on one's point of view, Bill does not have to "settle" for unsatisfactory sex with his wife. He knows that he can obtain satisfaction from his male sex partners. Bill maintains that he is not a true homosexual, but his wife would probably find little consolation in the fact that he is "cheating" on her with other males.

Much has been written about the increase in juvenile delinquency particularly in acts involving sex. A shocking number of youngsters from eight to eighteen are incarcerated in state institutions. Many of them learn about homosexuality when they might not otherwise have done so. And when they return to society, they carry the practice with them, either because they enjoyed sexual gratification from it, or because they feel they can profit financially from homosexual acts.

The case of Martha G. is an interesting one. It demonstrates that, although Martha was promiscuous from a very tender age, her activities were all heterosexual. Put away for her sex activities, she was subjected to the lesbian surroundings of a girl's institution, and eventually emerged into society as a confused individual who, for want of a better term, was a "frustrated bisexual."

At fifteen, Martha is a pretty girl. She has coalblack hair, a creamy skin, bright blue eyes, and a figure to qualify her for a modeling career. Only her eyes betray her. They are harsh, cynical, all-knowing yet, deep in their blue depths, one can see fear, confusion, doubts. At fifteen, this girl has enjoyed all the sexual experiences of an adult of fifty including motherhood though she knows most everything about sex, she knows little or nothing about love.

She likes sex. She gives her body to both males and females for the sheer pleasure of sexual relations. She asks for nothing in return except sexual excitement, and occasionally, gratification.

Martha has been aware of sex since she was not quite nine years old. It was at that point, that her brother, Joel, aged thirteen, introduced her to his body and the fun that they could have together. Since their parents both worked, and Joel "took care of her during the day," he had plenty of time to teach Martha about sex.

"We would be sitting on the couch, watching television," Martha began. "Joel often had his pants unzipped, and his cock would be sticking out in plain sight. He had a habit of playing with himself when we were alone. I had grown so used to it that half the time I didn't pay any attention.

"This one day, as he was fondling and rubbing his cock, he asked me if I would like to touch his thing and move it around for him. I was dumb. I didn't know any different. So I put my hand on his cock, and he laid back with his eyes closed, enjoying it while I played with his prick. It got all hard and swollen and he began breathing hard. I got a sort of good feeling, knowing that I was giving him pleasure. I loved Joel, you know, and it was good to please him.