My dear Marie, It was quite evident during luncheon that Eva had taken a great fancy to Ethel, and I was delighted to see this, for I knew that she would then help us as much as she could to bring about my cousin's seduction. Eva, as I have already told you, was quite in favour of girls being fucked as soon as they were old enough to enjoy a man without injury to their health, and Ethel was now nearly a year older than Eva was when, as a school-girl, Sir Harry had taken her maidenhead in a Paris Hotel. After the meal was over, Sir Harry and my cousin went to see the green-houses (so they said), and Eva and I were left alone together in the morning room. We talked a great deal about Algy who, I learnt to my joy, had only gone away for a few days and would then have his leave extended as his ship was under repairs at Portsmouth. Then our conversation turned to the events of the morning and Eva said that Sir Harry might consider himself a lucky man to have such an ally as myself who could shew him three pretty naked girls of eleven, thirteen and fifteen years of age at one time, but that I was quite right to be true to Algy myself as he was very fond of me. In less than an hour, Ethel and Sir Harry returned, and from her flushed face I am sure that he had been kissing her. Turning to Eva he said: “Will you and Phyllis take Miss Ethel to the Keep and shew her anything that may interest her there.”
Then he took Eva and me aside and told us to shew Ethel the photographs and raise her passions in any other way we could, and he would follow us in half an hour. When we were once more in that delightful room which had seen so many scenes of love, we all three looked at the photographs of young girls about Ethel's age and pretty children, and then Eva and I undressed ourselves and asked Ethel to do so as well. She hesitated a little at first, fearing that Sir Harry would come and find her naked, which was indeed our object, but we assured her after locking the door that she was quite safe. Then we laid my cousin's pretty naked and girl-like form on the divan and placing the band, which I have already described to you, underneath her legs Eva lifted them up, while I stretched it across the room and fastened the ends to the rings in the opposite walls. Then drawing Ethel's legs wide apart, we tied them with silk handkerchiefs as Eva had done mine the first time she sucked me in that room.
Knowing what was so soon to happen to Ethel I felt that I must once more kiss her slit while she was still a virgin and oh! how many times before, when we were both children together at school, had I sucked the drops of spunk from those round ripe lips. Pushing away the lower half of the divan I knelt and kissed my cousin well between her pretty legs, but not enough to make her spend, for I did not wish her to give out any of her strength till afterwards when she would have more cause to do so. Then I sat beside her on the edge of the divan and talked to her about the photographs of little girls while Eva went to the door and passed out of the room, closing it behind her. The fact was that she had found Sir Harry on the stairs, and explaining that Ethel was innocently waiting for him, he decided to undress in a little room at the foot of the stairs, and then coming straight to where Ethel was lying enter into the full enjoyment of her naked body almost at once. Eva soon returned and sitting down beside my cousin put her arms about her and said: “We have played a trick on you, Ethel, but you must forgive us all. You know that most girls are seduced before they are as old as you; in fact I was nearly a year younger myself, and it is quite time that you learnt the stronger and more severe pleasures of girlhood.
“Now, Sir Harry, seeing you three girls going to bathe, hid and watched you undress and had it not been for the children, would most assuredly have caught you and seduced you then and there, but seeing how Helen had excited your passions with her fingers he determined to enjoy you, and make you enjoy him thoroughly and at leisure.”
Ethel gave a little cry of alarm and begged us to let down and untie her legs, but it was a part of our plan to have her thoroughly exposed, and Sir Harry coming into the room at that moment, we said it was too late to make any change in her position. Eva and I kissed our little victim and she then said: “Come along, Phyllis, into the next room and leave them together.” One glance towards the door had shown Ethel that Sir Harry was stark naked, so covering her blushing face with her hands she called me back to her and begged me not go away. “Oh Phyllis, do not leave me now,” she cried. “I have always loved you dear, and now I feel so frightened that it would be cruel if you left me.” Eva had gone, so I turned to Sir Harry and said: “Ethel wants me to stay with her, she is so frightened.
What shall I do?” I was, as I have said, naked, and Sir Harry came up and stroked my long hair. “Do just as you and Ethel like,” he said, and then Ethel cried again: “Oh, Phyllis, Phyllis, you must stay.” After this, Sir Harry went to the divan and took my cousin in his arms as he sat beside her. “You must forgive me this,” he said. “I cannot help it after what I saw this morning. You do not dislike me, do you?” Then Sir Harry left her side and kneeling down between her legs touched her cunt with his fingers in such a way that sharp sensations of pleasure shot through her whole body. Then opening her slit wide with his two thumbs he pressed his lips and tongue well in and rubbed her into an ecstasy of delight. Beckoning to me to sit on the divan by her side, she seized both my hands and held them tight in hers. Her breathing was now becoming hard and fast, and her half closed eyes glistened in the subdued light. Ethel had truly never felt the pleasures of virgin love with such intense severity before, for it was the first time that a man had ever touched her between the legs or tickled the lips of her pretty slit. She was now near the end, and seizing me in her arms she pressed her tongue into my mouth and at the same moment her whole body became convulsed with a long and luscious spend. How long it lasted I do not know, for she had her hand between my legs so that I spent too, but I knew from the keenness with which she felt it, that she must have given Sir Harry a very wet kiss with the lips of her pretty cunt, and shown him how strong are the lustful passions when once aroused in a virgin of fifteen. But it was evident that my pretty cousin, was not satisfied, for as I got up to leave her she whispered: “Don't go out of the room, Phyllis, I have not had enough yet.” After seeing her passions so strongly aroused, Sir Harry wheeled the lower half of the divan into place, and then untied Ethel's legs so that she could he at full length, and laying down beside her seized her in his strong arms and held her to his naked body. Then followed a most sensual and passionate scene, for Ethel became frightened again at the size and length of Sir Harry's cock and struggled and begged that he would let her go. But he still held her tight and at last persuaded her to open her legs wide apart, so that he lay between them, and at once worked the point of his prick into the center folds of her girlish slit. But poor Ethel then gave a subdued cry of pain, and I could see Sir Harry's cock disappear inch by inch into the recesses of her quivering body, and as he drew it out a little way only to plunge still deeper into her vagina, I could see that it was streaked with blood, the blood of the maidenhead of a lovely girl of fifteen.
For the first minute Ethel moaned slightly and lay very still, then with a sigh she seemed to recover and stretching her legs still farther apart, she threw her arms round Sir Harry's neck, and it was evident that the pleasure was increasing with each long gentle thrust that he gave her. But Sir Harry could hold back no longer so with one or two quick convulsive movements which made Ethel writhe in an agony of pleasure, she gave out her juices and received into her pretty young body the hot jets of spunk which she compelled her lover to give forth. Then as they lay still, I picked up my clothes and ran to Eva in the adjoining room. “It is all over,” I said, “and she did enjoy it at last, and it did not hurt her as much at first.”
I had just got on my dress when Sir Harry called out.
“Phyllis, come to your cousin, and ask Eva to come too.” As we entered the room I saw that Ethel was still lying on the divan very exhausted by what she had gone through, but Sir Harry had gone off to another room. Eva at once attended to her, giving her a large glass of champagne, then with warm water and a little myrrh and borax bathed her well between the legs. Eva then wrapped her in warm Indian shawls and told her to rest among the cushions of the divan, while I sat beside her, and she would go and make some tea in the next room and bring it in. “Well, Phyllis dear, did you see it all?” “Yes, all, Ethel. You know you told me to stay, and was it very nice, dear?”
“At last it was,” she replied. “Oh it was quite different and far more intense than anything I ever dreamt of, but I was so frightened at first.” After we had tea and Ethel had fallen asleep for a quarter of an hour she felt much better, and Sir Harry came in with his yachting clothes on, and as I helped Eva with the tea things, he sat on the divan and talked to Ethel. At last calling Eva she said, “Would ft do me any harm if I had it again this afternoon? Harry is not satisfied and I feel that I could do with a little more.”
Eva's answer was to take off the shawls and leave her naked with her mass of rich golden hair spread out over the cushions. Again she asked me to stay with her. This time by using plenty of vaseline she had no pain, but the fuck lasted far longer than the first, and my pretty cousin spent at least three times before Sir Harry shot out the jets of his spunk into her exhausted body. Ethel had had as much as any girl of fifteen should have on one afternoon, so Eva sent Harry to order the pony carriage, as she said my cousin must not walk home in the hot sun. An hour later Eva was driving us along the level road on the top of the cliffs and the fresh sea breeze soon brought the colour back to Ethel's pretty cheeks, and when we arrived at my aunt's house after quite a long drive, she looked, and said that she felt as well as ever. “Don't forget,” Eva said as they parted, “that you are still little more than a child, Ethel,” and then in an undertone so that we alone could hear, “When a little girl has done what you have today it does not make her a woman, so remain a child as long as you can. It is the happiest time of your life, dear.” And then, we said, “Good-bye” and Lady Norton drove away. Ethel was tired out, and after dinner fell asleep in the drawing-room, so I persuaded her to go to bed very early, and later went to see her and found that she was sleeping quietly, but I thought I could trace the faintest sign of a new-born happiness in her face. I wonder if it was only my fancy, Marie? A few days afterwards, Sir Harry had to go into the North on business, and to my joy Algy returned to the Manor House. Sir Harry made no further proposal that he and I should engage in acts of sensual love together, for he honoured my wish to be true in every way to Algy, but he one day questioned me very closely as to Helen, who had greatly aroused his desires when he had seen the pretty child naked in the cave, and when he had promised me that he would not ravish her, I agreed to tell her of his love and shew her how she could best satisfy him when he returned home. During one of our long walks I explained the whole affair to Helen, and as I pointed out to her what an advantage the friendship of the Nortons might be now and in the future, she agreed at once to give herself up to Sir Harry's pleasure, which to a child with her feelings would prove to be her own also. But knowing that the climax of a man's desire, when enjoying the pleasures that a pretty little girl of eleven or twelve years can give, is the free use of her mouth, I felt uncertain whether Helen would at first accomplish to the supreme end Sir Harry's desires in this direction, unless she had previous experience of the sensation. I therefore asked Eva to lend me the dildoe, or india-rubber model of a man's cock, which she had shown me and I had used so successfully on her, and with its use gave my little friend her first lesson in prick sucking. Having taken her to my bed-room one afternoon, I undressed and charging the instrument with milk in which I had mixed a little salt, she took the end in her mouth, while I with my hand between her legs gently rubbed her little slit. Then warning her not to withdraw her mouth, I squeezed the bag, and shot the salt milk by fitful jerks between her lips. After the first lesson, she did it charmingly, so to repay her I turned the naked child on her face and while with my hands I tickled her breasts and slit, I lay between her pretty legs and forced the dildoe up her bottom hole, and then when she was at the height of her pleasure, I squirted the contents well into her. I now knew that Sir Harry would find in pretty little Helen a most charming playmate, accomplished in all those arts of child-love which a man can desire.
Once more, adieu, my dear Marie. I am your own, Phyllis.