My dear Marie, In my last letter I told you how cruel I think it is of men to seduce little girls before they are more than fourteen years old, and the best way I can explain my reason for being so convinced in this point, is to describe very fully the nature of my own seduction, which was accomplished when I was but twelve, and especially the acts which led up to it, but these descriptions will, I fear, fill several letters, if I enter with details. As you know I was at that time a strong and well made little girl looking at least a year older than I really was. I had a mass of rich brown hair cut so as to fall over my forehead and down each side of my face. You used to tell me that I was a very pretty child and had lips that were made for love, and my eyes betrayed me as a little flirt. Well, you ought to know, Marie, for we have spent many a happy hour lying naked in each others arms. When I was between twelve and thirteen, I was sent to live with an old aunt, near a little town in the south coast, and as time hung heavily on my hands, I used to spend most of the day out of doors, wandering the lovely sand hills near the seashore, and as the weather was warm, bathing every day in a quiet little bay where the sand was smooth and the water usually calm. Not far from this place was a very large country house, owned by a wealthy Baronet called Sir Harry Norton. I often saw him riding and driving with a sweet, kind looking lady who was supposed to be his wife, but I afterwards knew that she had never been married to him. Sir Harry was a very handsome and finely made man of about thirty, and from the first time I saw him, his manliness raised in my mind a kind of girlish admiration, and I may as well confess that during those quiet moments, when, as young girls will, I was satisfying my secret passions in private, Sir Harry's face was always before me and I thought how sweet it should be to be kissed by such a man. I suppose these thoughts and pleasures caused me to look older than I really was, but my aunt made me wear the shortest of dresses which hardly reached below my knees. However this might be, I soon became aware of the fact that Sir Harry, whenever we met, looked at me in the most pointed manner, and as I glanced up into his face from under my dark eyelashes, I felt sure he was going to speak to me, and I need not tell you, Marie, that I was proud of the very idea of such an event. The little sandy creek where I bathed was so quiet and secluded that I never took the trouble to carry a bathing dress with me, but undressed on the rocks and walked down to the sea quite naked.
One hot day, I had done this as usual and having dressed again with the exception of my drawers, which had got rather wet in a frost of water, I clambered up into the sand hills, when who should I meet with a pair of opera glasses in his hand but Sir Harry Norton! I knew at once that he had been watching me, and that this man whom I admired so much, and almost loved, had seen me quite naked. At first, I felt inclined to run away, but I only stood still, and blushed from head to foot. In a moment he was by my side, begging me to forgive him.
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