enough for him, for as soon as he knew my passionate feeling which he had aroused placed me entirely in his power, he took his hand away from between my legs, and undoing his flannel trousers, pulled them down to his knees. I suppose it is more or less of a shock to all little girls to see what was then laid before me for the first time, for I had no idea that those parts of a man which little maidens talk and think about so much, were so large and stiff, and surrounded by so much hair. But just then I had no time to think for Sir Harry taking my hand and clasping it round his “cock” near the end, told me to rub it gently up and down, and he would put his hand between my legs again. “Oh, sir, I cannot,” I said, for in spite of all my former feelings, I was frightened now, and tried to pull my clothes down over my legs, for I had been lying half naked on the grass. “Very well Phyllis,” he replied, “if you will not do as I ask I must whip you. Once more will you satisfy me.” “No, no, I cannot.” “Then I must whip you, my darling.” My darling! I thought it a strange term, to use with such a threat, but I remembered that you often told me that men used this means to make little girls do their will. A moment later, and his strong arms had laid me across his naked knees, and I could feel his great strong “prick” throbbing against my body, while his right hand lay on my bottom. Then came some stinging smacks, each one giving me more pain than the last, and then he laid me gently down by his side, but not before he had kissed the part where he had inflicted so much pain. My eyes were full of tears, but what he had done had warmed my feelings, and I no longer hesitated to hold his “cock” in my hand, and rub it in a way that I could see gave him pleasure. I never really wanted to resist him, but to a little girl of twelve, it was all so new that it was not till he had whipped me that I lost my feeling of shyness and gave myself up gratifying his desires. Very soon after this he drew me dose to him, and as we were both lying on our sides, placed his prick between my legs, that is to say it lay lengthwise along my slit and the softest part of my legs clasped it between them. It was a position to satisfy the pleasures of any little girl given to naughty thoughts and actions and when Harry moved backwards and forwards, the end of his cock cubbed against and between the lips of my slit, so delightfully that my passions were roused to the utmost pitch. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves and his bare arms clasped me beneath my clothes. Soon afterwards I could feel that his movement became more convulsive and I knew, from what you had often told me, Marie, that with men this is the beginning of the end, and just as this happened, I could feel that by a little upward pressure, the point of his cock had got more between the lips of my slit than it had been before, and that this had pressed the skin back in the most delightful manner to me, and I think to him also, for he held me closer than ever, and begged me to put my tongue between his lips. This I did at once, and it was all he required, for at that moment, I felt a perfect deluge of fluid issue from him between my legs, and as he pressed his wet tongue between my lips and worked it in and out as if in imitation of what he had done to my body, I felt that my passionate desires of sensual love (and that love was very strong in me, my dear Marie, when I was a pretty child of twelve years old) had been satisfied. Of course my legs were dripping wet with what my childish attractions had drawn from my lover, but oh! it was so nice to know that, as I lay on my back once more, he was gently drying my naked limbs with his handkerchief, and then to feel that he was kissing me between the legs and making my little slit quiver again by the action of his lips and tongue, as if repaying his child love for the help she had given him in the accomplishment of his desires. I felt as if I could have given myself up to that kind of pleasure all day long, but my body was satisfied, and that was enough for me at the time. Before we parted, Sir Harry told me that next morning he had to go to London for some days, and then taking from his pocket a beautiful gold chain with a heart hanging from it, set with diamonds and pearls, he clasped it round my neck, and told me always to wear it when I was in bed and to think of him. Then he gave me a sovereign “to buy chocolates,” as he said, and after many kisses and a loving good-bye, I went home to my dear old aunt, who found me so flushed and happy that she said the sea air and bathing was making quite a little woman of me, and that I must soon wear longer skirts. I will continue my story of the Nortons in my next letter. Your loving friend. Phyllis. I love Phyllis, and Phyllis loves me. And Phyllis's cunt is fair to see; So I sucked it once, and I sucked it twice And oh! it was juicy, and soft, and nice As a schoolgirl's should be.
Phyllis Norroy
Child Love
LETTER NO. 3
. My dear Marie, I have now to tell you the story of Lady Norton, as she told it to me, and I hope it will not weary you, and that it may prove useful and exciting to some of those dear little girls you are going to have photographed in naughty positions, a sailor hat and bright coloured ribbon of one of the Royal Yacht Clubs, and I felt almost ashamed of my own shabby dress and short skirts. I had been sitting on a rock, but rose to meet her, and she at once took my hand and kissed me, and then I saw that she was only an inch or two taller than myself. “Well, Phyllis,” she said, “I know all that happened yesterday, and I want you to be my friend, for my husband's pleasures are my own. But you are such a child, Phyllis, is it really possible that it is all true?”. Lady Norton's quiet voice and manner fascinated me. She was, as I have told you, very pretty, and there was a softness in her way of speaking, and just the slightest touch of sadness in her face, that made her irresistible to a girl like me. We were now sitting on the grass and she still held my hand, and I don't know how it was, whether it was her kindness and the sweetness of her face, or whether, it was the knowledge of my own naughtiness, but I burst into a fit of crying and putting my arms round her neck, laid my face wet with tears against her own. “Oh! forgive me, Lady Norton, forgive me,” I sobbed out. “There is nothing to forgive, darling,” she said, and as I got more composed she added, “Besides, Phyllis, I am not really Lady Norton yet, and I want to tell you why. Do you understand me dear?” I was quiet mow, and holding me closely in her arms, she told me the story of her life, which I will condense into very few words, or I shall weary you, Marie, with too long a letter. Lady Norton (for I will continue to use the name to which she afterwards had a right, and by which she was always known) told me that she was sole heiress to a large estate in the North adjoining that of Sir Harry, but being under twenty years of age, she would not obtain possession of it for more than another year. If she married against the will of her guardian before that time she would forfeit all rights to the property, and it would pass to a younger branch of her family, namely the branch to which her guardian himself belonged. Lady Norton's parents had died when she was only a child, and her home had afterwards been with her guardian, who took up his abode on her estate. There Sir Harry – who was also an orphan- was, though several years older than herself, her only playmate; and a close intimacy and strong attachment soon sprang up between them. Her guardian, seeing this, set himself to defeat their wishes, and as she was then thirteen years of age, he attempted to corrupt her in such a way that she would have no further love for Sir Harry, and with this object in view, he placed in her hand, books and photographs which would tend to arouse her passions. Then, very early in the morning, he would go into her bed-room, and professing to be cold and sleepless would get in beside her for warmth, but in reality to teach her how she might best accomplish acts of self-indulgence while he at the same time satisfied his own desires on her naked body.
Lady Norton told me that at this time, when she was only between thirteen and fourteen years of age, she was fully awakened to the sensations of love, and rather enjoyed than resented what her guardian did to her on these occasions.
Often when they were lying together half-naked he would show her pictures of men and girls which would tend most to arouse her desires, but although she allowed him to gratify his lust on almost every occasion, she always resisted actual seduction, for even when he was lying upon her, with her legs far apart, she would use her fingers so deftly that all danger was soon past. Having employed every act in her knowledge to exhaust her guardian's desires, -except the last resource a young girl uses on such occasions, namely her lips and mouth, and of this method she was innocent at the time, -and finding he was still determined to seduce her, she one day told him that unless he sent her to school at once, she would expose his actions, and prove them by shewing to the servants the wet marks he had left on her night-gown early that morning. The fact was that fearing he might do more, she had encouraged him to “spend” in whatever position they lay at the time of most danger to herself, and she had been more than once questioned by her maid concerning the stains on her night-dress, which for one reason or another, appeared near her breasts and neck, as well as on the lower part of her clothing, and sometimes on the sheets of the bed, though she was careful to prevent these by the use of her handkerchief when she could possibly do so.
