Charlie, as the girl had called him, was decidedly good-looking, with a large fair moustache and curly hair, and would be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. “Cannot you guess, Ethel?” he said at last. “I have told you how I love you and I want you to come inside the cave where nobody can see us, and then I shall try and show you what love really is.” Then taking her in his arms he kissed her passionately on the lips. Ethel struggled but he held her tight with his left arm while with his right hand he felt her hips and thighs through her tight fitting dress. “You have brought me here to insult me,” she cried indignantly. “Oh let me go! Let me go, Charlie, and I will try to forget this awful scene, and forgive you!”
“Ethel, my darling,” her lover said in a broken voice, “I have gone too far to draw back now. Before we leave this cave I shall, either by force or with your consent, enjoy all the pleasures that your body possesses. I am going to seduce you Ethel, for I love you.
Oh, do give yourself up to that pleasure and do not resist me, darling.” Then Ethel raised her voice and cried. “Help! Help!” but not before Charlie had gently put his lips to hers, and thus prevented her voice reaching any great distance. Ethel was terribly distressed now, and her lover hastened to bring the scene to a close. Half-dragging, half-carrying her to a bed of sand close to the place where Helen and I were hidden, he forced her as gently as possible to the ground, and as she still struggled to keep on her feet he was at a favourable moment able to get his knees between hers, and at the same time pull her dress and petticoats up in front with his right hand, and as she had not any drawers on, or other covering except her black stockings, we saw the full extent of her rounded legs. This happened just as she lost her balance and sank backwards onto the sand. It was not a difficult matter for a man of Charlie's strength to hold so slight a girl with his left arm as he knelt between her knees, so his right hand remained free to unfasten and pull down his own trousers, after he had first raised Ethel's skirt and petticoats as high as her corset would allow them to go. Then in spite of all her struggles, her cries for help, and protestations, his hand sought out and gently caressed her softest and sweetest charms.
Lying as they did, within two or three yards of where Helen and I sat watching, we could see with the greatest clearness all the parts of their bodies which the disarrangement of their clothes had left naked, and directly Charlie's prick, which was very long and stiff, touched her thighs. Ethel renewed her struggles planting her feet in the sand and trying to push herself away. This necessitated the bending of her knees, and the wider separation of her legs, and she thus innocently placed herself in a position so favourable for the accomplishment of her lover's plans that he could not and did not fail to see the advantage he had gained by her involuntary movement.
Placing the point of his prick against the lower part of her slit, he pressed it in, and Ethel giving one or two cries from the pain she suffered by the action of her lover, then lay quite still. I think she fainted, and for a few seconds at any rate, remained unconscious; however this might be, I could see Charlie's member gradually forcing its way into her, till only about two inches of it remained outside. When Ethel opened her eyes, Charlie had both his arms round her, and at once began a backward and forward movement which was evidently painful at first, but eventually gave her intense pleasure. She no longer resisted his embrace, and repaid his burning kisses with her own. But the end came very soon, and when further movement ceased, Ethel with a little cry of pleasure threw her arms about her lover's neck. I knew that she was then receiving that which he most desired to give her. A minute later she awoke as from a trance of pleasure and said: “Now, Charlie, you go outside at once and don't come back till I call you,” and then she added, “I am ashamed of you, and of myself. Go away at once, but don't go too far.”
When he had gone, Ethel gently bathed herself in a little stream of clear spring water which ran through the cave, and after arranging her dress and hair, as best she might, sat down to rest and think awhile. I do not know, of course, what her thoughts were, but her face, though rather sad, had a very happy expression. Then she got up and went to the mouth of the cave, and a moment later Charlie followed her in. He seemed ashamed and depressed, and as Ethel sat down again, he knelt at her feet, and taking both her hands in his, said: “My darling, can you ever forgive me? I could not help it Ethel, and I do love you so; Ethel, my own Ethel, will you not love me and be my wife?” “Now, Charlie,” Ethel began, “I am very cross with you, and I would have done anything to prevent your doing what you have done today, but it may have been partly my own fault for flirting with you so much and yet putting you off so long. But Charlie I have really and most truly loved you from the first.” After this there was much talk of future happiness, and Charlie said he would speak to her father at once regarding their marriage; he then got up as if to go. Ethel, after a moment's delay, stood beside him and putting her arms about his neck, said: “Are you sure that you are satisfied, dear. I am afraid I was not loving enough, but it hurt so much at first, and… and… it seemed to take so short a time.”
He knew her meaning at once, and held her in his arms again, but this time as she lay upon the sand he took off her skirt and petticoats, and after unfastening her blouse and corset enjoyed her lovely figure to the utmost of his desire. This scene of love took much longer to complete than the first, but it did not seem too long to Ethel, who at short intervals lay alternately passive, or convulsed with pleasure. At last the end had come, and Ethel dressed herself again, and they soon left the cave little thinking of the love-lesson they had given to two excited little maidens behind the rock close by. When they had fairly gone Helen sprang up the passage like a little imp saying: “Come on Phyllis, let us see where they go!” Following her as fast as possible we were soon on the surface of the ground and running at full speed to the sand hills where I had left my book. From there we saw the lovers come round the point of the cliffs, walking towards the children on the shore, and as we thought consciously keeping unnecessarily far away from one another. And now, my dear Marie, this letter has been long enough, and what followed must therefore be devoted to my next.
Ever your own, Phyllis. Should a maid resist caressing, Shame and modesty professing, Don't be touched by any feeling of remorse; Tie her firmly to your bed, And destroy her maidenhead. For its nice to fuck a pretty girl by force. Never mind her cries distressing, But proceed with her undressing Till she lies a naked victim in your arms.
Get betwixt her girlish thighs, And with kisses stop her cries While your cock gives out its essence in her charms.
LETTER NO. 6
I must confess, my dear Marie, that both Helen and I were worked up to a considerable pitch of excitement by the scene narrated in my last letter, and we agreed to follow the lovers and by mixing with the Sunday-school children try to find out who they were without risk of detection.
I was to keep near to Ethel while Helen followed Charlie, and we arranged to meet afterwards at my bathing creek and report to each other the result of our investigations. As innocently as two lambs we walked down to the shore, and as the lovers had now gone off in different directions I had no difficulty among so many other children in keeping near to Ethel, and in noticing again her grace and beauty, and that everyone spoke to her with a degree of respect that shewed her position was above that of the majority of those present.