Edith Rogers: Playground prowling

"I played with his prick a little and it got hard again. I arched my leg up over his ass and he fitted his stiff cock into my wet, hot, throbbing and hungry pussy. He put both hands around my ass cheeks, pulling me into the rhythm of his lunges. This time we came right on the dot! I couldn't help but grab his head and kiss him, sticking my tongue deep into his mouth.

"We had a week of that, night after night even on the night that my mother died.

"My brother, Joe, was in service in South Carolina, and he got a leave to come home for the funeral. The day they buried my mother, I got that same lost, lonesome feeling, and it got worse when my father got drunk and didn't come home.

"My brother never did get along with my Dad and he was mad as hell at the way my father folded up. Because of the big difference in our ages Joe was eighteen and I was eleven I felt like I was with a stranger. But he was nice. He must have known how lonely and lost I was, without either Mom or Daddy, and he held me in his arms when I got ready for bed.

"I had that same funny feeling when I felt his prick getting hard. He was in his pajamas and he was laying on my bed beside me, I looked down and saw his big prick and I just couldn't keep my hand off it. I grabbed it and began to jerk it and he seemed to like it. His hand moved to my pussy and he began to run his fingers along the lips of my cunt. I got so excited I began to push my cunt closer, wiggling my hips to get his fingers inside me. He massaged my clit and then I grabbed his head and pulled his mouth down to mine, I stuck my tongue into his mouth and I could feel his cock getting bigger and harder a lot bigger than my daddy's and I wanted to feel it inside me!

"I begged: 'Oh, Joe fuck me. Fuck me wild and hard F He didn't say a word. He just laid me back on my bed, spread my legs and opened my cunt wide open. It was already wet and hot and slippery, and when Joe put the head of it in I felt like I wanted to swallow it with my cunt! Joe was different than my father. He was gentle, tender but he shoved his big cock deep into my cunt and sent me into a wild sort of heaven. All the while his arms held me close. He kissed my eyes and my hair and forehead, finally kissing me on the mouth, sticking his tongue in deep not hard or rough but soft, demanding asking every bit of love Iliad to give.

"And I gave it. I'm not sorry. Joe is dead now. I'm glad we had that one time to remember. I hope he remembered, at the last.

"We only did it once. Joe had to leave, and after a two-day drunk, my Dad came home. We started right where we'd left off fucking and sucking, wrestling and biting.

"Dad began to drink heavily. He would stay away from the house for days at a time. Finally, they caught up with him and came and took me to a juvenile home. I don't think anyone knows, to this day, about him and me – or about Joe and me. But they decided that he wasn't a fit father he'd lost his job through drinking and here I am.

"I don't know about other men, but when I'm out on my own, I'm going to swing, man. Joe left his G.I. insurance to me, and I don't have to live on welfare, or peddle my ass to live. I don't know where my father is, and frankly, I don't give one good goddamn! He was a rotten bastard. Joe was different because I asked for it from him. Maybe I feel different about him because he's dead, but well, Joe was different. It meant something to him. It wasn't incest, and it wasn't because he'd been away from women too long. It would have happened anywhere, anytime and I'm glad it did!"

Rural Romp

NOTE: When her mother became aware of the sexual indignities to which this child had been subjected, she ordered immediate and continuing psychiatric counseling, The account the girl gives of her sordid early life is taken from those records. We have not changed the context nor meaning of her story, but for purpose of clarity, we have tried to put many of her childish phrases and many stammerings and redundancies into more understandable language, all without losing the childish wonder and shock that she felt as these incidents took place. We hope that we have succeeded in retaining and presenting a picture of this little girl that will remain with the reader forever, for in real life she is an unforgettable person.

"I can't exactly tell you when I first new about sex. I guess it would have to be when I discovered that if I put my finger up inside my 'peeper' that's what I was taught to call my cunt and moved it in and out and wiggled it around, it felt good. It never really satisfied me, but it felt good while I was doing it. I used to do it a lot four or five times a week. I used to get a funny feeling down there, when I'd watch the dogs doing it, and sometimes the pigs. Even the rooster seemed to do it to a bunch of the hens almost every day, but I couldn't see anything like I could with the dogs.

"But when I'd watch Towser our big beagle get after one of the girl dogs, and I'd watch that thing of his get big and red and wet, and he'd climb up on the ass of one of the girl dogs and I'd see it disappear inside her it always made me feel funny. I used to watch how the girl dogs acted, how they humped their behinds out and held still and seemed to like it. I figured whatever it was, it must feel good to them.

"I didn't know then that it made puppies, but when I asked my mother, she told me. She said the boy dog planted some seeds inside the girl dog, and then puppies grew. I didn't have any idea how the puppies got out, but later I saw two or three bunches of them come out of their mother and that scared me. Even then I wondered if all the hurt that must have gone along with those fat, bloody puppies coming out of her peeper was worth the fun she had when the boy dog put them in there.

"But, whenever I would see that boy dog, Towser, or my Collie, Rex, get that thing hard and red, and shove it up inside the females, I had to go and play with myself. I would put my finger up inside my peeper and move it in and out. I found a little bump near the front that felt better than any other place I touched, and when I worked my finger around that, it felt real good. Once, I got a real good feeling all over my stomach and legs, but when I tried it. again it didn't give me the same feeling.

"One day, I was watching the dogs and playing with my peeper, and I had taken my panties off so I could reach it a little better. I was in the barn, in a corner where there was some old blankets, and I looked up and there was Ryan. That's all I ever heard him called, was Ryan. I don't even know if it was his first name or last name. But anyhow, he was standing there, and he was licking his lips in a funny way. He chewed tobacco and the corners of his mouth always looked dirty, and he was licking all the juice from both sides of his lips. I didn't notice at first, but he had his pants open, and he had his thing out and was rubbing his hand up and down it. It had a red, wet, shiny head, like the dog's thing, but it didn't go back as far the redness and wetness.

"He came over and sat down beside me. I wasn't scared, but I didn't like him much so I moved away a little. He took my hand and put it around his thing and closed my fist about it. Then he reached over and put his own finger inside me and began to rub my little spot. It felt kind of good, but I wasn't really paying much attention to what he was doing. I was watching the wet, red part of his thing as it jumped in and out of my hand. It seemed to be getting bigger and rounder, and I could feel it jump funny-like every so often.

"He put his hand around the back of my head and began to move my face down toward it. I didn't know what he wanted me to do and I began to get a little scared. But when he pushed my mouth down close to his thing, I thought he wanted me to kiss it. I kissed it, but he kept on pushing my head harder, and he said, 'Open your mouth, Teenie gal, and suck it. Suck it… suck it good.’