LETTER NO. 8
My dear Marie, A few days after the events described in my last letter I received a note from Lady Norton asking me to spend the morning with her. This I was very willing to do, on account of certain private sensations which had been aroused through some very naughty dreams I had had in which Algy figured as the hero, and I hoped to see him again. On reaching the park gates of the Manor House I found, not Eva, but Algy himself waiting to meet me and after explaining that she was detained, he asked me to go for a walk with him in the grounds. Now had I known that Eva had told him what a naughty girl I was, I might have been frightened, for he led me to the most lonely and thickly wooded part of the park, and then proposed that we would sit down on the grass and rest for a while.
But here I must explain that the weather being very hot, I was dressed in the most scanty manner. I had in fact nothing on, except my frock which was very loose, and was made of soft Lama wool, and hung straight down from the smocked yoke at my neck to a little below my knees, and was not of course taken in at the waist. Beneath this short chemise was my only covering, for on account of the weather I had discarded hot stays and drawers. I usually wore suspenders attached to my loose stays, but on this occasion my stockings, which came well above my knees, were kept up with garters. Now, when we sat down on the grassy bank under the shade of the trees I became aware that the soft material of which my dress was made shewed the outline of my figure rather strongly through its folds, and although I pulled it down it would hardly cover my knees, and that Algy saw and fully appreciated the fact also was very evident, for in one quick glance that I gave I could see that his prick was standing very stiff inside his flannel boating trousers. I soon found that he meant our walk to end in a love scene, for taking my left hand in both of his he put on my third finger a lovely little diamond ring, and then pressed it to his lips saying that I must be his little wife from that day. And then before I knew what to do or say, he had taken me in his strong arms and was kissing my lips, hot burning kisses, Marie, which I could not resist, they were so full of love. The effect on a man when he holds a pretty little child-girl in his arms for the first time is very strong, especially if she returns his love, and I think Algy spent while his lips were pressed on mine for he soon sat up leaving me rather breathless lying beside him and began to feel my legs below the knee, bending forward to kiss them. “Would not silk stockings be nicer and cooler than these?” he said. “Oh, yes, they would,” I replied, “but I have not got any.” “Let me get you some, Phyllis dear, but I must see how long they are,” and he passed his hand under my frock till it rested on my bare legs. But that was not enough for, undoing my garter, he pulled down the stocking and kissed my thigh, and in his passionate desire gently bit my leg above the knee. “Now!” he said, “I am going to take this stocking and get you silk ones of the same size,” and taking off one of my shoes he drew the stocking off my leg. Secluded as the place where we were sitting was, it was within easy reach of the town, and when Algy had gone I knew that he would be back in less than an hour and that I should then have to give my childish body up to his love. The hour seemed a long one to me, but at last he returned and, sitting down beside me, put some reels on the ground between us.
“Here are the stockings, Phyllis. Look, the feet are the same as your own. Now promise to let me put them on for you and pull them up as far as they will go.” When I consented he took two silver bangles from another parcel and clasped them round my wrists, and to each of these he fastened a loop of string, then cutting two forked sticks from a tree, before I knew what he was doing, he had pegged both my hands securely down to the ground by passing the forked sticks through the loops of string. Then he kissed my lips as I lay helpless on my back and said: “I thought it safer to fasten your hands, Phyllis dear, before putting on the stockings, as they are much longer than your old ones, and will reach far above your knees.” “Oh! Algy, you really must not.” But he kissed me again so that I could not finish the sentence. Then he lifted my dress above my knees and, having taken the other stocking off, he put the silk on my bare legs, and pulled them inch by inch onto my rounded thighs. “Oh! stop Algy!” I cried, but it was too late, for that moment he lifted my clothes high up above my waist so that all my girlish charms were fully exposed to his view. I have described to you, Marie, how scantily I was dressed, so that you will understand how easily Algy passed his hand upwards till it rested on and tickled my little breasts, and then lifting up both my dress and chemise till they were under my arms and round my neck, he thus left me almost naked from head to foot. I was well made, I know; my limbs were round and soft, and my skin white as snow, but my figure was of course that of a child; yet it not a pretty little girl of twelve or thirteen years, the climax of a man's desire when in perfect nakedness all her undeveloped charms are willingly given up to the pleasures that a child can enjoy, as well as to the gratification of the most intense and yet the most refined form of lust of which a man is capable of feeling? Ashamed as I was for the moment I was soon destined to forget my nakedness, for Algy made me put my legs wide apart and then while he sucked one of my breasts and tickled it with his tongue, he rubbed my little cunt back and forward between the lips till he could feel that my girlish modesty was overcome and the warm drops of spunk wet his hand as they issued from my quivering slit. I have often heard it said, my dear Marie, that it is not possible for a little girl of twelve years old to emit a single drop of spunk from her little quim, even when her passions are fully excited, and her little body is convulsed by the climax of sensual love. When a child has the feeling produced for the first time it is probable – severe as it may be – that nothing will really come, but let her lie for several nights with a lustful girl a few years older than herself, who will take full advantage of her virgin innocence, shewing her pictures of pretty children enjoying sensual intercourse with men and women, and reading to her selected passages from smutty books, and then place her in the arms of a naked man, I will be bound that in nine cases out of ten he will, if he knows his business, succeed in sucking a few drops of child-spunk from between her legs which will at any rate be sufficient to wet his lips. I have, indeed, known little girls far younger whose slits would become quite moist when excited by some childish deed of love, for as most men know child-girls are capable of being taught to feel the passions of their sex long before boys of the same age learn to rub up their little cocks which get so stiff in the early morning. Many a boy of twelve will for the first time learn from a little sister of a year or two younger than himself those first sensations of love which will lead them by imperceptible steps as time goes on to indulge their passions together in secret, till at last the sister gives up her maidenhead to her brother's love. But after this disgression, I must now return to my story. Seeing from my face and movements that his action had thoroughly aroused my desires, and knowing that I was now completely in his power, Algy cut the strings that fastened my hands to the ground, and you may understand my feelings when I say that when thus free to use my arms, I made no attempt to put down my clothes which were still tucked up under my arms and chin. Of course, Algy had so far devoted himself to giving me pleasure without gratifying his own desires and he had so thoroughly succeeded that I felt that I would willingly do anything that he might propose. Had he wished to seduce me, child as I was, I would have been a willing victim, but that was not his intention and he wisely decided to indulge only in those pleasures which I could share without for the present resorting to the final act which would be one of cruelty to so young a child as myself.
Among the parcels he had brought from town was a small pot of vaseline, and having opened this he took some of it on the middle finger of his right hand and drawing my legs apart gently pressed it into my bottom-hole. It was a thing which little Helen and I had often done to each other, and it always gave me the most intense pleasure, and as we had also often used candles with large ends carefully rounded for the same purpose, I was accustomed to the feeling and at once relaxed the muscles so as to allow easy access to those parts. But what followed was quite different to any sensation I had had before, for Algy after undoing his trousers and exposing to my full view a splendid prick surrounded by a mass of dark brown hair, he rubbed the point with vaseline and getting between my legs held it at the entrance of my hole. In order to get my bottom into a convenient position, he had put his boating jacket underneath me and made me draw up my legs by bending my knees and keeping them well apart; and then as I felt his cock enter my body I realized for the first time how different and how infinitely more delightful it was to submit to the real act of being buggered by a strong man than to the artificial means employed so often among girls alone. But here, my dear Marie, let me say that although I recommend this form of pleasure to all little girls with a taste in that direction, they should always practice and get accustomed to the uses of candles before lying with a man for that purpose.
Otherwise they are not at the moment able to relax the muscles about their hole, and as these are very strong, the entrance of anything so large as a man's cock is difficult though it is really quite large enough to take it in. In my own case Algy got into me quite easily, and oh Marie, the sensation of that strong, warm, living prick going deeper and deeper till his hair pressed on and tickled my slit, was indescribable. He had pulled up his shirt
