fingers or perhaps their lips and tongues, or a pretty grown and well made woman preparing her little sister for the advances of a lover of the opposite sex. But, however, if many little schoolgirls give themselves up to the excitement of virgin pleasure in private, they are often – indeed nearly always – shy about showing their naked charms to men. This modest feeling is often overcome by showing to child nude pictures of girls of her own age, or what is better still by fixing the photograph of a naked girl to the photograph of the head of the child herself, so as to make it appear as if she had been photographed while nude. This effect might be carried still further, and by photographic methods already in use, a single photograph could be produced from the picture of the little girl showing her to be not only nude, but in such a position that her virgin charms were fully exposed. If it were known that by sending you a photograph of a young girl, and by selecting from your stock a naked subject of suitable age and figure that could be applied to her face, there would be a great demand for pictures of this kind.
And again photographs of the man could be reproduced with that of the girl in such position that her shyness would be at once overcome, and even for the sake of secrecy alone she dare no longer refuse to gratify his desires. But the actual seduction of very little girls is cruel and in every way objectionable, and is quite an unnecessary action on her lover's part. Very few children are strong enough to bear the pain and shock of seduction till they are well over fourteen years of age. I know, as you do, Marie, from our own experience, that it is common enough for men to ravish little maidens by force, who are no more than twelve or thirteen years old; but if these children had been allowed to remain in a state of virginity, they would, with a little help and practice, have proved much more delightful in the arms of their lovers. Hardly any little girl, after her first modesty has been overcome, and her passions have been aroused to their full extent by the fingers and tongue of her lover, will refuse to use her lips in such a way that she not only satisfies but exhausts – as no woman could do – his burning desires. It is true that the first time, she may shrink from the flow into her mouth, which her lips and tongue have drawn from her lover, but afterwards she will cease to have any repugnance to the action, for she will share the joy she is proud of being able to excite at so young an age. Little girls like having grown-up lovers and think they are almost women if they are able to share and satisfy their most intense passions and this a pretty child can always do if she will but try. There is no doubt that among little schoolgirls from eleven to fifteen years of age there is a great amount of secret indulgence. Healthy exercises have made them capable of feeling the passions of love at an early stage of their lives and often during their play hours in the spring and summer time a little shortskirted maiden of twelve years will be seized with strong sensual desires, and blushing deeply at her own naughty thoughts will wander away to her own room. There she will lie on her bed or couch and with knees bent and legs thrown wide apart she will, with the delicate touch of her pointed finger, produce a whole world of passion and love between the quivering lips of virgin charms. Or perhaps two child-girl friends will wander away together to some quiet wood or dell where they know they will be safe, and there indulge in the fullness of each other's love, talking and longing for the day when their first lovers will claim possession of their naked limbs. Ah! Marie, would not pictures such as these be delightful to show to a wavering and timid little novice in the art of love? And is there any wonder that men of refinement and feeling seek above all things the mutual indulgence of sensual passion between themselves and pretty child-girls? Surely not! For is not the naked form of a healthy well grown girl of twelve or thirteen years with a rich profusion of golden-brown hair falling about her shoulders to her waist, with little rounded breasts just rising from her sides as childhood advances to girlhood, crowned with little rosy teats which are ever sweet to kiss and suck, and there her little virgin slit just peeping coyly out between her white and rounded legs as if shyly seeking to learn the pleasures of the world, is not that a picture for any man's desire? Adieu, Marie, but I can tell you more of child-love, if you wish to know it from your old child-love. Phyllis.
LETTER NO. 2
My dear Marie, In my last letter I told you how cruel I think it is of men to seduce little girls before they are more than fourteen years old, and the best way I can explain my reason for being so convinced in this point, is to describe very fully the nature of my own seduction, which was accomplished when I was but twelve, and especially the acts which led up to it, but these descriptions will, I fear, fill several letters, if I enter with details. As you know I was at that time a strong and well made little girl looking at least a year older than I really was. I had a mass of rich brown hair cut so as to fall over my forehead and down each side of my face. You used to tell me that I was a very pretty child and had lips that were made for love, and my eyes betrayed me as a little flirt. Well, you ought to know, Marie, for we have spent many a happy hour lying naked in each others arms. When I was between twelve and thirteen, I was sent to live with an old aunt, near a little town in the south coast, and as time hung heavily on my hands, I used to spend most of the day out of doors, wandering the lovely sand hills near the seashore, and as the weather was warm, bathing every day in a quiet little bay where the sand was smooth and the water usually calm. Not far from this place was a very large country house, owned by a wealthy Baronet called Sir Harry Norton. I often saw him riding and driving with a sweet, kind looking lady who was supposed to be his wife, but I afterwards knew that she had never been married to him. Sir Harry was a very handsome and finely made man of about thirty, and from the first time I saw him, his manliness raised in my mind a kind of girlish admiration, and I may as well confess that during those quiet moments, when, as young girls will, I was satisfying my secret passions in private, Sir Harry's face was always before me and I thought how sweet it should be to be kissed by such a man. I suppose these thoughts and pleasures caused me to look older than I really was, but my aunt made me wear the shortest of dresses which hardly reached below my knees. However this might be, I soon became aware of the fact that Sir Harry, whenever we met, looked at me in the most pointed manner, and as I glanced up into his face from under my dark eyelashes, I felt sure he was going to speak to me, and I need not tell you, Marie, that I was proud of the very idea of such an event. The little sandy creek where I bathed was so quiet and secluded that I never took the trouble to carry a bathing dress with me, but undressed on the rocks and walked down to the sea quite naked.
One hot day, I had done this as usual and having dressed again with the exception of my drawers, which had got rather wet in a frost of water, I clambered up into the sand hills, when who should I meet with a pair of opera glasses in his hand but Sir Harry Norton! I knew at once that he had been watching me, and that this man whom I admired so much, and almost loved, had seen me quite naked. At first, I felt inclined to run away, but I only stood still, and blushed from head to foot. In a moment he was by my side, begging me to forgive him.
He knew my name, and called me Phyllis, and said that he had often watched me, going to bathe and now that he had seen me, he could not let me go without telling me that – he loved me! “Oh sir,” I said, “it was wrong of you, and I am only a child.” “I know you are. I love children, and you are the most beautiful girl I ever saw,” he replied. What could I do or say? I did love him, and I was proud that he cared for me, and then I remembered that ten minutes ago, I was standing naked before him on the seashore and lying on the rocks basking and drying myself in the sun. Sir Harry had, as he came towards me, looked even handsomer than usual, dressed in white flannel and a straw hat, but while he spoke I dare not for my life have looked up in his face. “I love you, Phyllis,” he said again, and then, I don't know how it happened, but next moment I found myself in his arms while his passionate kisses on my lips almost took away my breath. Then he led me to a grassy bank not far away, which was hidden by some trees, and near a little stream that murmured very dreamily as it wandered to the sea. It was an ideal place for secret love, and if a pretty child-girl gives her love, it must be very secretly done indeed. Harry threw himself on the grass and I half-hoped and half-feared that as I stood beside him he would see a part of my bare legs above my stockings, as my skirt was very short, and, as I have said, I had no drawers on; but he told me to lie down beside him which I did at once. You often told me, Marie, long before this happened, that I had shapely and well rounded legs and thighs. Sir Harry seemed to have found that out when he had seen me bathing, for no sooner had I laid down by his side, than he put his left arm round my waist, and while kissing my lips, passed his right hand below my dress and petticoat, and gradually let it creep upwards over my thighs till it reached my waist. Then I felt his hand gradually come more to the front and lower down on my body, till at last it passed right between my legs, which I had left a little apart, knowing but too well what was coming – and in a moment his hand grasped my slit from end to end. Then bending his middle finger he let it play from front to back till he must have seen the intense delight he caused to thrill through my whole body. But I might have known this was not
