I told him that I did not know whether Helen would do it, but I would ask her. Then I ran back and told her to refuse, but as soon as I had gone with the gentleman to creep up and look over the sand bank, and she would there see all that we were doing. On returning I said that Helen was very cross at the idea of such a thing, but as I wanted some money very much I would go and do as he wished. Then I led him just over the edge of the sloping ground where he sat down and told me to stand over him, putting the leg on each side. This I did and while his left hand held one of my legs, his right was soon playing about my slit. Being ready for such caresses, I began to enjoy his gentle touch at once and he must have known this for drawing me beside him, he lifted my clothes so high that he could see as well as feel me all over, from my waist downwards, and after unbuttoning his trousers, he clasped my hand round his very large and stiff prick.
I was far too much excited to pretend innocent reluctance any longer, so while he continued to give me so much pleasure I gently held and rubbed his cock. A minute later and all was over, and I wiped my dripping hand upon the grass. Then taking me in his arms and kissing me, he got up to go and at that instant became aware that Helen, crouching behind a gorse bush, had been watching the whole scene. He at once sprang towards her, but Helen was too quick for him and had she not tripped up and fallen she would surely have escaped. As it was, he was soon beside her, and putting his arm under her clothes so that his hand held her naked limbs he carried her back to where I was standing. “Now,” he said laughing, “I will show you what little girls get who look at other people's pleasures, without taking a part in them.” And with his strong arms he laid her across his knees as he sat down. Then he pulled Helen's clothes up till they were nearly over her head and holding her tight round her naked waist with his left arm, he proceeded to feel her all over even more thoroughly than he had done me. She was of course lying face downwards, and after he had stroked the fat cheeks of her bottom he gave her two or three playful smacks which were sharp enough, however, to make her cry with pain, and her delicate flesh quiver as the blood rushed to the surface, leaving red marks where his hand had struck her. I feared that he was really vexed with her and was about to whip her very severely, for I had been told how cruel some men like to be with children who refuse to gratify their passions. But this was not the case now, and when Helen cried he did not strike her again, but wetting his middle finger in his mouth gently pressed it well up her hole, I mean that hole which boys as well as girls often place at the disposal of the throbbing prick. It was an action which I knew Helen enjoyed above all things and by her movements it was not difficult to see that her childish feelings were being delightfully tickled, so I knelt down and touched the lips of her slit with my fingers first, and then with the point of my tongue, and thus completed the pleasure which our “gentleman friend” had begun.
When he withdrew his finger, Helen was soon on her feet again and having received the five shillings which he offered her we hurried off on our way home. When we arrived it was after seven o'clock and we had just time to run upstairs and dress for my aunt's dinner which was always my supper. It had been arranged that Helen should stay with me that night and her evening dress had been sent from her own home. So we were soon ready and joined my aunt in the drawing room as the gong sounded for dinner. At nine o'clock we children were sent to bed, and as Helen and I slept together we played at a game well known to pretty little girls, and which is called “husband and wife” making and finally submitting to the most criminal assaults in each other's virtue; but we were both tired after the exciting events of the day and soon fell fast asleep. And now, Marie, once more adieu. I am your own, Phyllis. One day when I cycled with Annie A pretty young maiden from school I'm afraid that I punctured her fanny While she played with the end of my tool. When I spent, she exclaimed “What a scandal”
“To puncture a girl of fourteen, “I must pump myself up with a candle “When ever I ride my machine.”
LETTER NO. 7
My dear Marie, After the events of the day described in my last two letters nothing occurred which is worthy 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!