of note till the Nortons returned from town, which was about a fortnight afterwards. During this time Helen and I bathed almost daily, and this together with the sea air and free life made me feel quite strong, and it is well that this was so for as I shall have to tell you my strength was afterwards taxed to its utmost. During her absence I had several affectionate letters from Eva, and the last one announcing their return asked me to meet her near my bathing creek the following morning, saying that she would then introduce to me a boy cousin who was a midshipman in the Royal Navy and whom she thought I would like.
I would far rather have had Eva to myself, but of course there was no choice in the matter and when the time came I went out to the appointed place. I remember that I was more careful than usual about my dress on that occasion and wore a blue serge skirt reaching just below my knees, a cover-coat or loose jacket of drab cloth and a large brown hat which suited the colour of my hair as it fell about my face and shoulders. I had not been at the creek long before I saw Eva coming and I went to meet her. With her was a handsome boy of seventeen in full midshipman's uniform which, as I afterwards learnt, Eva had made him put on for my benefit. “Why, Phyllis,” she said as she kissed me, “you look more charming than ever. What a pretty jacket and hat! Why child,” and she whispered the rest “you will steal this boy's heart, I am afraid.” Then she introduced her cousin Algernon or “Algy” as he was always called, and said: “I want you two to be good friends, or I shall never forgive you,” she added laughing, “no 'Mister' and 'Miss' remember, but simply 'Phyllis' and 'Algy' from this time forth,” and so it has been, Marie. Then we three walked about the shore for an hour, and after that it was time to go to the Manor House to luncheon. I found the meal much more formal than the last when Eva and I were alone, for Sir Harry was present and Algy, too. It was not really a formal affair, but to a girl like me it seemed to be so. When it was over, Eva led me to the morning-room. I could see that she was a little excited as she took me in her arms and said: “Phyllis will you spend another afternoon with me in the keep? The room is all ready and I have wanted you so much, child, while I was away.” “Oh yes, Eva darling, only teach me to make you love me.” Soon afterwards we had passed through the oak cupboard and were in the room where I had first learnt to know a woman's charms. It was very warm, so we undressed at once and were soon lying on the divan, while with infinite pleasure I passed my hands over the delicate curves of Eva's naked limbs. One of her legs was thrown over mine and the middle finger of my left hand was buried in her vagina, but she seemed restless and unsatisfied.
“Phyllis,” she said at last, “I want more than this. Will you gratify my greatest passion, oh! do my darling; I cannot help it!”
“Oh! Eva,” I replied, “I will do anything, anything for you!”
Then she got up and brought from a cupboard a small mahogany box which she unlocked and shewed me a beautiful model in india-rubber of a man's cock, with tapes attached, which I saw at once were meant for tying it to a girl's body. Then Eva explained how by filling a bag which was fixed to the root of the instrument with milk, it could by pressure be forced out at the point in little spurts in imitation of a man's prick when in the act of spending. Then, bringing a bottle of milk, she shewed me how the thing was done, and delightfully real it seemed to be. “Shall I tie it onto me?” I said. “No, no, Phyllis, I want you to do more. You must put it into me with your hand, and then whip me; oh I seem mad with passion this afternoon,” she added. “You must whip me hard with a birch rod, Phyllis, while you do it. You must give me pain, my darling, real pain, and then with that pushed well into me I shall be satisfied.” Child as I was I could not feel as she did, but still I knew enough to understand to some slight extent how completely she was for the time abandoned to sensual desires. Handing me the birch-rod she pulled the lower half of the divan about three feet from the upper and bidding me sit on the edge of the latter, Eva lay down on her face and extending her legs wide apart placed one on either side of me. Thus the middle part of her body lay over the gap between the two halves of the divan, and I sat on the lower half between her legs. Feeling for the entrance of her cunt with my fingers, I pressed the dildoe in till its full length was buried in her sweet and quivering body, and then commenced to work it out and in again, gently at first but more and more violently as her passions rose. “Now the birch,” Eva cried, and taking it in my right hand while I kept on the movement with the left, I struck the round white cheeks of her bottom. “Harder, Phyllis!
Whip me harder!” and then I applied the birch in what to me seemed a cruel manner, but I could see that Eva was convulsed with pleasure.
Soon her body began to stiffen and strain, as it had not done in the wildness of her passion; so dropping the birch I seized the milk bag in my right hand and in many fitful squirts emptied its contents into her vagina. Then I withdrew the instrument and the milk first gushed and then oozed out upon the hand with which I held her cunt still convulsed, as it was, with what is perhaps the most severe form of pleasure to which a woman can be subjected. Soon after this I climbed out from between Eva's legs and wheeled up the lower half of the divan so that she might lie more comfortably, and then going to kiss her, I found her face was wet with tears. “Oh,” I said full of remorse. “I struck you too hard, Eva!” “No, no, darling, it's not that, but oh forgive me, no child like you should have taken part in such a scene. I could not help it, Phyllis, forgive me. Then for a long time I lay quietly in Eva's arm, pressed close between her naked breasts, and all she did to me then I cannot tell, but I knew that I loved her more than any woman on earth. As we lay there, Eva began to talk about Algy and told me that she had brought him to the Manor House because she thought he was almost sure to take a fancy to me, and if so, we might have some fun together, but she warned me against allowing him to take my maidenhead. If, Eva said, I had been about sixteen years of age, or even had I fully developed into girlhood she would have rather encouraged such an act than dissuaded me from it, but as I was still a child it would only injure me without producing the pleasure I might expect.
Then she described to me, while her fingers still played about my slit, how three years before she had seduced her young cousin and had first taught him the desires which only a pretty girl knows how to gratify. Algy, as yet innocent and boyish, had fallen passionately in love with her, and early one morning when Sir Harry was away, feeling a strong lustful inclination come over her, she quickly got out of bed and crept into Algy's room. There she found him lying fast asleep. He had thrown down the bed-clothes and his night-shirt was tumbled up about his waist. Whatever his dreams may have been, his boyish prick stood up erect, and Eva knew that however innocent he was of manly pleasures he now only required the touch of a loving girl to raise his passions to the highest pitch of enjoyment. So she lay down beside him and Algy awoke from perhaps dreaming of her to find himself in her arms. He shewed but little shyness, and what boy would, under such circumstances? But Eva took the initiative and clasping him between her legs let him or rather made him taste her charms while at the same time she satisfied her own lustful desires. From that time she always gave Algy the fullest use of her pretty body whenever they met. “And now,” she said, “he is really a very naughty boy, and knows far more than he should at his age.” “Oh, Eva,” I said, pretending to be shocked, “is Algy the only naughty person in the world!” “No,” she replied. “You are quite as bad yourself, Phyllis.” And then she squeezed my naked body and kissed me so hard that she nearly took my breath away. By this time we were both satisfied, but we decided once more to use our tongues on each others slits, and besides the pleasure which I received myself, I had the additional delight in feeling that I had brought Eva's passions to a second climax that afternoon. After this we partly dressed, and getting out the book of photographs again I questioned her regarding the action of the little girls who were shown sucking the points of the pricks of the men with whom they were enjoying sensual intercourse. Eva told me that this method of satisfying a man's desires was, if properly carried out by a little girl, the greatest protection to her virginity. It was, she said, more delightful than any other form of pleasure that a girl could give, and she strongly advised me, if I ever resorted to this practice not to withdraw my mouth till it had received to the full the outcome of my lover's emission. “Do not,” she added by way of further advice, “push the skin too far back, but just far enough to let your tongue have full play while your wet lips do the rest. But when the supreme moment arrives just suck as hard as you can till you have drawn every drop inside your mouth, and then, but not till then is your work properly accomplished.” You know, Marie, that all these things happened fully five years ago when I was only twelve years old, and now I am nearly eighteen, and shall in another year be married to the man who seduced me as a child. Since then I have been true to him in the promise of his constant love which I know is, and has through all these years been mine; but had I been free to follow a life of pleasure, – such a life as I have described in these letters – I can imagine nothing more delightful than to keep a school for little girls, and as one by one they learnt from me the art of love, to allow them to indulge their passions among themselves or with men who I would bring to them in the secret stillness of the night. I love to see pretty little schoolgirls enjoying themselves, but it's a pity to have them fucked by a man before they are fourteen. Good-bye, dear Marie, my candle is burning, and unless I go to bed at once it will be too short for the purpose I must put it to. Your loving friend, Phyllis.
