before, for it was the first time that a man had ever touched her between the legs or tickled the lips of her pretty slit. She was now near the end, and seizing me in her arms she pressed her tongue into my mouth and at the same moment her whole body became convulsed with a long and luscious spend. How long it lasted I do not know, for she had her hand between my legs so that I spent too, but I knew from the keenness with which she felt it, that she must have given Sir Harry a very wet kiss with the lips of her pretty cunt, and shown him how strong are the lustful passions when once aroused in a virgin of fifteen. But it was evident that my pretty cousin, was not satisfied, for as I got up to leave her she whispered: “Don't go out of the room, Phyllis, I have not had enough yet.” After seeing her passions so strongly aroused, Sir Harry wheeled the lower half of the divan into place, and then untied Ethel's legs so that she could he at full length, and laying down beside her seized her in his strong arms and held her to his naked body. Then followed a most sensual and passionate scene, for Ethel became frightened again at the size and length of Sir Harry's cock and struggled and begged that he would let her go. But he still held her tight and at last persuaded her to open her legs wide apart, so that he lay between them, and at once worked the point of his prick into the center folds of her girlish slit. But poor Ethel then gave a subdued cry of pain, and I could see Sir Harry's cock disappear inch by inch into the recesses of her quivering body, and as he drew it out a little way only to plunge still deeper into her vagina, I could see that it was streaked with blood, the blood of the maidenhead of a lovely girl of fifteen.
For the first minute Ethel moaned slightly and lay very still, then with a sigh she seemed to recover and stretching her legs still farther apart, she threw her arms round Sir Harry's neck, and it was evident that the pleasure was increasing with each long gentle thrust that he gave her. But Sir Harry could hold back no longer so with one or two quick convulsive movements which made Ethel writhe in an agony of pleasure, she gave out her juices and received into her pretty young body the hot jets of spunk which she compelled her lover to give forth. Then as they lay still, I picked up my clothes and ran to Eva in the adjoining room. “It is all over,” I said, “and she did enjoy it at last, and it did not hurt her as much at first.”
I had just got on my dress when Sir Harry called out.
“Phyllis, come to your cousin, and ask Eva to come too.” As we entered the room I saw that Ethel was still lying on the divan very exhausted by what she had gone through, but Sir Harry had gone off to another room. Eva at once attended to her, giving her a large glass of champagne, then with warm water and a little myrrh and borax bathed her well between the legs. Eva then wrapped her in warm Indian shawls and told her to rest among the cushions of the divan, while I sat beside her, and she would go and make some tea in the next room and bring it in. “Well, Phyllis dear, did you see it all?” “Yes, all, Ethel. You know you told me to stay, and was it very nice, dear?”
“At last it was,” she replied. “Oh it was quite different and far more intense than anything I ever dreamt of, but I was so frightened at first.” After we had tea and Ethel had fallen asleep for a quarter of an hour she felt much better, and Sir Harry came in with his yachting clothes on, and as I helped Eva with the tea things, he sat on the divan and talked to Ethel. At last calling Eva she said, “Would ft do me any harm if I had it again this afternoon? Harry is not satisfied and I feel that I could do with a little more.”
Eva's answer was to take off the shawls and leave her naked with her mass of rich golden hair spread out over the cushions. Again she asked me to stay with her. This time by using plenty of vaseline she had no pain, but the fuck lasted far longer than the first, and my pretty cousin spent at least three times before Sir Harry shot out the jets of his spunk into her exhausted body. Ethel had had as much as any girl of fifteen should have on one afternoon, so Eva sent Harry to order the pony carriage, as she said my cousin must not walk home in the hot sun. An hour later Eva was driving us along the level road on the top of the cliffs and the fresh sea breeze soon brought the colour back to Ethel's pretty cheeks, and when we arrived at my aunt's house after quite a long drive, she looked, and said that she felt as well as ever. “Don't forget,” Eva said as they parted, “that you are still little more than a child, Ethel,” and then in an undertone so that we alone could hear, “When a little girl has done what you have today it does not make her a woman, so remain a child as long as you can. It is the happiest time of your life, dear.” And then, we said, “Good-bye” and Lady Norton drove away. Ethel was tired out, and after dinner fell asleep in the drawing-room, so I persuaded her to go to bed very early, and later went to see her and found that she was sleeping quietly, but I thought I could trace the faintest sign of a new-born happiness in her face. I wonder if it was only my fancy, Marie? A few days afterwards, Sir Harry had to go into the North on business, and to my joy Algy returned to the Manor House. Sir Harry made no further proposal that he and I should engage in acts of sensual love together, for he honoured my wish to be true in every way to Algy, but he one day questioned me very closely as to Helen, who had greatly aroused his desires when he had seen the pretty child naked in the cave, and when he had promised me that he would not ravish her, I agreed to tell her of his love and shew her how she could best satisfy him when he returned home. During one of our long walks I explained the whole affair to Helen, and as I pointed out to her what an advantage the friendship of the Nortons might be now and in the future, she agreed at once to give herself up to Sir Harry's pleasure, which to a child with her feelings would prove to be her own also. But knowing that the climax of a man's desire, when enjoying the pleasures that a pretty little girl of eleven or twelve years can give, is the free use of her mouth, I felt uncertain whether Helen would at first accomplish to the supreme end Sir Harry's desires in this direction, unless she had previous experience of the sensation. I therefore asked Eva to lend me the dildoe, or india-rubber model of a man's cock, which she had shown me and I had used so successfully on her, and with its use gave my little friend her first lesson in prick sucking. Having taken her to my bed-room one afternoon, I undressed and charging the instrument with milk in which I had mixed a little salt, she took the end in her mouth, while I with my hand between her legs gently rubbed her little slit. Then warning her not to withdraw her mouth, I squeezed the bag, and shot the salt milk by fitful jerks between her lips. After the first lesson, she did it charmingly, so to repay her I turned the naked child on her face and while with my hands I tickled her breasts and slit, I lay between her pretty legs and forced the dildoe up her bottom hole, and then when she was at the height of her pleasure, I squirted the contents well into her. I now knew that Sir Harry would find in pretty little Helen a most charming playmate, accomplished in all those arts of child-love which a man can desire.
Once more, adieu, my dear Marie. I am your own, Phyllis.
LETTER NO. 12
My dear Marie, After Algy's return we spent a great deal of time together, and I was often at the Manor House. I kept Ethel and Helen out of his way as much as possible, for I was growing more and more jealous of his love, and feared that having obtained such complete possession of my body he might wish to share his love with the other girls, who would have been only too ready to place their charms at this disposal. I, of course, told him frankly all that I had done which led up to and accomplished my cousin's seduction, but although he said to me that I must never appear in a state of nakedness before any man but himself again, he did not blame me and the story, I am sure, raised his passionate desires regarding myself to a still higher pitch. We were seldom together without performing some little act of love, but as the days passed, I could see that he would soon again require me to give him the fullest opportunity of exhausting his sensual desires on my naked body, free from all possible chance of interruption. I was not surprised, therefore, when one morning he told me that he had persuaded Eva to let us have the use of the secret room in the Keep that afternoon, for as we had both told her of the time he had spent in my bed, she saw no danger to me in letting us again give full vent to our passions together. Telling my aunt that I had received an invitation to luncheon at the Manor House, I started off across the fields, little thinking that many weeks would elapse before I was able to return. Eva and Algy were sitting in the garden when I arrived, and she said after we had talked a little: “I am not sure that I am right in letting you two naughty children go into the Keep to spend hours together alone this afternoon, but remember this, Algy. You must do my dear little friend Phyllis no harm, nor exhaust her strength too much. She is such a child, Algy, but I know you love each other, and how true she is in that love, so I feel that it would be cruel to refuse to let you enjoy a little time together when you may both be parted for such a long time when Algy is at sea.” We promised to be very good, and then as the gong sounded for luncheon we immediately went into the house. When the servants had left the room, Eva made me drink a little champagne, and then after kissing us both, Algy and I made our way through the well-known spring
