and dearest friend Ethel stepped from the carriage.
Ethel and I had been school-fellows but I had not seen her for nearly two years, and she had now grown into a handsome girl of nearly sixteen, and in my eyes had developed into quite a young lady. Yet in reality she was a mere girl, though a very pretty one, and she still wore her long golden hair hanging down her back. She was dressed, I remember, in a very fetching costume: a pink cotton blouse and blue serge skirt which reached just down to her ankles. Round her waist she wore the belt of her brother's regiment, with a tie and band round her sailor hat to match. My cousin's home was in Edinburgh, but she spent the greater part of the year after the winter season was over at their country seat in Perthshire, and spoke with that refined and delicate Highland accent which is so charming to south country people.
But I am afraid that Ethel inherited more than an “accent” from that northern land of love and cakes, for when we were at school together, it was she who had first taught me the pleasures which two young girls can enjoy when they share the same bedroom alone. My aunt was tired after her journey, so when she was lying down to rest, Ethel and I went for a walk on the sand hills and talked over old times. We did not at first speak of our former deeds of love, not knowing how much each others feelings might have changed since we last met, but when I asked her if she had had many lovers our conversation gradually drifted into that course which young girls most enjoy, and I soon found by a few leading questions that my experience was far in advance of her own. Ethel told me that it was during the winter season in Edinburgh that she had most opportunity of receiving the attentions of men, and that she had never yet had any true intimacy with a man. In the circumstances in which she lived, such intimacy had been difficult – nay, impossible, she said, since she was continually chaperoned.
Fortunately, there had been several young la-dies of her acquaintance with whom she had per-formed those delicious acts to which she had first introduced me, and therefore the natural passions of her youth had not gone unrequited. Still, her lovely young cunt was still in possession of its maidenhead, a condition she had tried vainly to remedy. “There was one young man,” she told me, “who I was sure would deliver me from this wretched, enforced chastity. I used to slip out to meet him in the fields beyond our house, and he did desire me. Several times he had unloosened my bodice and felt my breasts, and I could feel and see his member rise in his trousers.
Unfortunately, he insisted on respecting my 'virtue' and there was no way of convincing him that he should possess himself of me, without appearing a wanton in his eyes – so stupid and strait-laced are the people of the north country. As for my-self, I would have done anything for him. According to our absurd northern ideas I am yet too young for marriage, but I know that if I met a man I really liked he might seduce me at any moment. I often dream about it, Phyllis, and oh I would do – anything, anything… for… him!” As Ethel said this in a broken sentence she became convulsed and I felt her spunk ooze out onto my hand that felt her. “Oh! how nice that was, Phyllis, it was like old times again at school. Now let us have a nice time together.” I got up and locked the door and then we took off our nightgowns and putting down the bed clothes lay naked, making each other spend as I told her about Algy and all the naughty things I had done since I came to stay with my aunt. After breakfast Ethel and I went down to bathe, and on our way home again met Sir Harry Norton.
We of course stopped to speak and I introduced him to my cousin, and it was evident to my sharp eyes that he admired her very much and tried to start a flirtation with her at once. When we reached my aunt's house Ethel went in to write some letters and Sir Harry asked me to walk back with him to the Manor House gates. On our way he told me that Algy had been recalled suddenly to his ship at Portsmouth and said that he would like to spend a little time with me in the afternoon. I knew what he meant at once, namely that he wished to satisfy his lust again, more fully perhaps than he had done before, but I was determined to be true to Algy. “Oh! Sir Harry,” I said, “you have been very kind to me, but don't ask me to do that. I love Algy now, and want to be true to him as he loves me, too!” He was too much of a gentleman to press me further and said: “You are a dear good child, Phyllis. But what am I to do without you?” Then the confession of Ethel that she would gladly be seduced returned to my mind, and I frankly told Sir Harry all that she had said. “If you must have a little girl,” I added, “there is Helen who is just as nice as me.” “And will you help me, Phyllis?” he said. I told him that I would do so most willingly and that while we had been talking I had devised a plan by which he could see both Ethel and Helen undress themselves and then I would help him so that he might seduce my cousin and enjoy Helen's childish limbs as he had done mine.
We had by this time walked far past the park gates and were on the sand hills near my private entrance to the cave. I then told Sir Harry that next morning the tide would be in about eleven o'clock and that I and the other two girls would go to bathe near that place and would undress in the cave. Then I took him down the narrow cleft in the rocks which I had discovered and have already described to you, Marie, and shewed him how he could hide as Helen and I had done and to see, we three girls undress ourselves, only two or three yards from where he was hidden. Sir Harry was delighted at the idea and said I was a charming little friend to have in time of need, but added laughing: “I shall see you naked too, Phyllis, you know, and what would Algy say to that?” “You did so before I knew Algy,” I replied, “unless I am very much mistaken, on that day when I first met you and you had the opera glasses in your hand, but I am not frightened, for I know it is Ethel you will look at, she is so pretty and has such a beautiful figure and you will see her so well from here.” Having agreed to meet the next day in the cave, Sir Harry and I took our leave. I must admit that our little talk had had its effect on me. I remembered fondly his passionate prick spending in my hand, while my tongue danced between his lips, and the action of those same lips on my precious slit. Too, I was becoming increasingly eager to feel a man's member in that same precious slit, and it occurred to me that a man of experience such as Sir Harry, who had fucked countless young girls, might be just the man to initiate me into that ultimate act. “Good heavens,” I said to myself, “what can I be thinking of? I have promised myself to Algy.” That beloved name crossing my mind was sufficient to conjure up a vision of my beloved. Though he was not as accomplished in the arts of love as Sir Harry, being so much younger, yet his very youth gave his lovemaking a vigor and directness not to be found with the older man. “Ah,” I thought, “what would it be like to have them both? And at the same time?” The thought enraptured me. I remembered the point of Sir Harry's cock in my slit, and imagined it thrust all the way in. At the same time I recalled the thrust of Algy's youthful member into my bowels. Ah! suppose I were to have them both at once. The very thought caused my hand to steal under my petticoats, and I began to frig myself furiously, abandoning myself to the idea. In my vision I was lying on my side, the older man fucking my cunt furiously, the younger possessing me from the rear, his arms wrapped around me, cupping my young breasts, his mouth buried on my neck, while the older man thrust his tongue into my mouth, in rhythm with the thrusting of his giant cock into my maiden's slit. As the thought grew, so did my sensations, till, finally, throwing myself back against the sand hill, I spent, my precious spunk flooding my hand. After a moment, regaining my senses, I looked quickly around. Suppose someone had come across me in my labours? What then? I quickly composed myself, and returned to the house. On the way my thoughts returned to my fantasy. It had best remain that, I decided. Although Algy wouldn't mind sharing me, my youth prevented such consummation of my desires. I had heard too many stories of the horrible effects resulting from the fucking of the too-young maiden. While a gentleman like Sir Harry would not force his way, there are many men less sensible. In fact, younger and less developed children than I was at the time are often ravished to satisfy the cruel and heartless desires of men. Such men cannot know what child-love really is. I have no objection to a man enjoying to the utmost the naked charms of a pretty little girl, be she ever so young, or in teaching the child to encourage, satisfy and enjoy every lustful desire that can be practiced upon her; seduction is, however a thing not to be thought of in the arts of child-love. But when a girl is between fourteen and fifteen a man need not hesitate to seduce and enjoy her most private parts to the utmost of his desire. When a girl reaches the age of fifteen, the sooner she gets fucked the better, if she has not had it before. At that age it will do her good to have her juices drawn out by a strong man, but I do not think that she should allow herself to be thoroughly fucked, that is to say repeatedly fucked on the same occasion till she is in a state of temporary exhaustion, more than once every three months. Between times she would find a pretty boy of twelve or thirteen years of age a most useful bed fellow, for he would satisfy her desires without being too severe on her. At seventeen a girl may take the prick a little oftener, and then she will be ready to enjoy the passionate intercourse which follows an early marriage, and every girl, if she is to know what pleasure really is, must be well fucked before she is eighteen. I think the best age for a girl to begin is about her fifteenth birthday, for she is then not only fresh but quite ripe, and able to feel with all the intensity of her pure girlhood those pleasures which a man's prick thrust into her up to its very hilt can alone produce between her young legs. Early next morning I again made my way into my cousin's bed and was so successful in arousing her strongest passions that she confessed to me that she could not do without a man much longer, and when I hinted that she should give Sir Harry every encouragement, she said that if he made any really warm advances to her she would not resist him in any way beyond the superficial dictates of virgin modesty. After
