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 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.