The sensation, coupled with the pleasure I had felt while licking the lips of her slit, nearly drove me wild. Feeling my peak approaching, I signaled my beloved Algy to approach. Responding intuitively, he lowered himself gently on to my fevered body, his now deep red-prick directly before my mouth, which I quickly opened, taking the monstrous member in. How to describe the ecstasy felt – lying there with my beloved's prick in my mouth, my tongue swirling around its beautiful head, and with Helen's sweet child's tongue licking my own virginal cunt. My only concern was that the poor child herself had no way of spending. Algy, sensing my misgiving, took his prick from my mouth, but only for a moment, turned around and knelt over me, put his prick again in my mouth, with his bottom in my face, and his head now facing my feet. In this way he was able to put his own mouth on the quim of our darling Helen, which act served to stimulate her even further, so that she worked ever more furiously on my own juicy cunt. I, in turn, went wild, sucking my beloved's member with greater and greater fury – now licking, now eating, now kissing the tip, now shoving it all the way into my mouth till my lips met his pubic hair. Meanwhile my finger had found its way to his bottom hole, entering that seat of pleasure it was not long until my beloved's climax approached. Feeling the juices rise in his now wildly throbbing prick, my own love-juice begin to flow. Happily, sweet Helen reached her climax at the same time, and for a delicious instant the three of us poured our spunk into each other's hot mouths, my beloved Algy at this precious moment holding my face in his hands, thrusting his cock further and further back into my throat, the child Helen displaying unbelievable strength in locking her little arms about my hips, holding me in a vise-like grip as I thrust my throne of love up to her greedy little mouth, which eagerly drank every drop of juice I could give. Our moment subsiding, we lay there, wrapped around each other. Algy had taken me in his arms, burying his tongue in my mouth. I recognized the taste of little Helen's love juice on his tongue, and I knew he was tasting his own delicious spunk in my mouth. Helen came and lay beside us. After an interval the child arose, dressed, and excused herself, sensing that my beloved and I wished a moment's privacy. After she had gone and we were lying in each other's arms, our young blood again rose. This time my lover entered me as he had in our first intimacy, and the sensation of that strong, stiff, well-greased prick thrusting ever more deeply into my bowels, as his strong masculine hand frigged my still moist cunt again drove me insane. After we had again spent, we lay together and promised that we would never be untrue to each other, and we would always respect each other's love, and although I was only thirteen years old, I have kept that promise to this day. Then we dressed and went down to Helen, and after drawing up the blinds and opening the doors we had much fun in making tea, and when that was done we all three walked to the Manor House's gates together. When Algy had gone, Helen and I went down to the sea-shore and I told her how I loved him, and how he had that morning spent into my mouth for the very first time, and all the other things he had done to me, and we talked till our naughty feelings came back again as we got home. So we first went up to my bedroom and satisfied each other's longings once more; then we made my bed and spent a quiet evening together till the servants returned home. And now good-bye, my dear Marie, I am always your own. Phyllis.
LETTER NO. 10
My dear Marie, In the morning of the day on which my Aunt was to return home, I received a telegram from her asking me to tell the servants to prepare for use the little bed-room adjoining my own. I of course knew that this meant that she was bringing a visitor back with her, and was full of curiosity as to who it might be. After luncheon I went down to the railway station to meet them, and what was my surprise and delight when my cousin 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.