Phyllis Norroy - Child Love

As is the case in most French houses there was a door leading from one room to the other, and Sir Harry being restless for reasons it is not difficult to conceive, soon found that the door was not locked and a moment later he was standing by the bed where his child-love lay asleep. Eva had left the gas burning, and by its light, he could see her mass of golden hair falling over the pillow, and her girlish form outlined beneath the bed clothes. Hitherto his love had been very loyal and pure, but he knew what their elopement really meant in their mutual relationship, and the sight of her lying there aroused his love passion to the utmost. Very gently kissing her lips, he put his hand beneath the bedclothes till it touched her legs which were bent and away from one another. Very gently he passed his hand upwards till he felt a little tuft of soft and downy hair, and then knowing he had found the part he sought, let his fingers slip down between her thighs till they rested upon the virgin slit of the sleeping girl. In spite of all Eva's forced sensual intercourse with her guardian as a child, she had been always true in her love to Sir Harry, and this was the first time his hand had touched her naked limbs. Fearing lest he should disturb the first sleep of the tired child, whom he knew he would soon enjoy at the utmost, he quietly but reluctantly withdrew his hand, and lying down on his own bed, fell asleep. When he awoke the first beams of the rising sun were streaming through the window, and thinking of the lovely girl lying in the next room, his passionate desires to possess her young body became uncontrollable. Rising from his bed he crept quickly into her room. Eva still lay fast asleep, but during the night she had thrown the bed-clothes down. Her legs were wide apart, and her hands clasped behind her head, her night dress was drawn up above her knees, but still covered that part of her limbs which her lover most desired to know and love by heart. Sir Harry Norton had not been different as regards his connection with women than other men of his age, but he had never seduced a girl in his life, and as I have said so far as Eva was concerned he had hitherto restrained his passions. Now this was no longer possible, and although Eva lay quietly asleep and unconscious of all pertaining to the outer world, the hour in which she should give up her virginity had arrived. The front of her night dress was fastened along the deep line of frilling and this Harry gently undid as low as her waist and laying the sides back fully exposed her girlish breasts. His next action was to undress himself and when naked he raised the lower part of her night gown above her hips, and thus – as her legs lay wide apart – the very centre of her girlish charms was fully exposed to his view. Then he bent forward to kiss the little tuft of hair which failed to hide from his passionate gaze the V-shaped point where the rounded lips of her little cunt met and joined her body. But Eva's time had come. Harry quietly crept into the bed where she lay, and half-kneeling half-lying between her outstretched legs he grasped and held her firmly in his naked arms. It was then that Eva awoke. There is no doubt that young girls who have from childhood been accustomed to practice little acts of love upon themselves in private, and have as they passed into girlhood given full play and indulgence to hotter and fiercer passions, suffer much less pain during their seduction than those of a colder nature who are innocent of former pleasures, and who submit to give up their maidenheads perhaps for money or through force. To a fifteen year old schoolgirl, unacquainted with the art of satisfying the passions which naughty thoughts or books have aroused, the act of seduction causes the intensive pain; and it may be that her lover has to enter into her five or six times, and at each freely emit his fluid into her body, before she herself becomes capable of feeling the delight she creates in him, and rising to meet half way each thrust he gives, learns the most severe of all a young girl's pleasures in the convulsion of her first emission. Eva was not that sort of girl, as we have seen, and finding her lover bent on accomplishing his wishes, which was the climax of her own desires also, she gave him every help by bending her knees, and keeping her legs apart; and even with her hand she held the point of his prick where she knew it must force her maidenhead and enter her virgin slit. Then pain, bravely born, without a greater cry than “Oh! Harry, it hurts” and that only whispered, and then came to her that indescribable sensation when a young girl's vagina is for the first time distended by the fully grown organ of a man many years older than herself. Eva was now almost writhing with a pleasure the intensity of which she had never dreamt of before; then Harry pressed her closer and she could fed his prick was convulsively rising and falling as it moved, and she knew it was the end, and then it came, and as they exchanged their burning kisses, she could feel that her lover was pouring into her girlish and quivering body the very essence of his manhood. And thus ended Lady Norton's story with which her gentle voice and manner had fascinated me. Lying on the grass she had caressed me freely as she told the tale of her seduction, and at the most passionate parts her fingers found their way between my legs and this and her own sweetness made me love her even more, I think, than had she been a man. At last we got up and walked over to the Manor House to luncheon and I was glad Sir Harry had gone away as I wanted Lady Norton all to myself, and besides I am sure he would have noticed how flushed my cheeks were and have known what his wife had done to me to make them so. Now adieu, Marie, in my next letter, you shall hear more of my new friends.

Your loving friend, Phyllis.

from Phyllis to Marie in which Eva enjoys the charms of her little friend Phyllis My dear Marie, This letter is really a continuation of my last, so I will begin where it ended.

The old Manor House where the Nortons lived, and where Lady Norton was now taking me to luncheon first, and other pleasures I did not anticipate to follow, was one of the “show places” of the neighborhood and had always been in their family. Of the original building which dated back to the thirteenth century, only the “keep” remained with a part of the old moat; the rest belonged to the Tudor period and was surrounded by a park, large gardens and many green houses. Although the Nortons had estates in the North, this was their principal country seat, and I assure you that I was not a little proud at going there as a guest. It was half past one o'clock when we reached the house and Lady Norton took me through the hall which is flanked with suits of armour while the walls are covered with antique weapons, giving the place a very grand and ancient air.

We went straight to Lady Norton's dressing-room and there got ready for luncheon. As we entered the dining-room, I confess that the sight of an old butler and a footman in full livery made me rather nervous for I was unaccustomed to such state, but after they had handed us the first course and wine – which I refused – she dismissed them, and we then waited on ourselves, and this made me feel much more at home. Lady Norton insisted on my drinking a glass of Burgundy, and as she poured it out, she stroked my long hair and said, “Phyllis dear, I hope you will love me.” I hardly knew how to reply, but I did not hesitate to say: “I do love you very much, I cannot help it,” and I did love her, Marie, very much indeed. The fact of the matter was that Lady Norton had taken a great fancy to me for I suppose I had a pretty childish face – at least you have often said so – and had taken me home with her in order that we might gratify each others love. You know that I had often done this with young girls about my own age, but it was the first occasion on which I had had any sensual intercourse with a grown up woman, or in fact any girl who was not a virgin like myself. After luncheon, Lady Norton rang the bell and when the footman answered it, said: “Miss Norroy and I are going out this afternoon, and if there are any callers, I am not at home.” Then she took me upstairs to get my hat, and we went out of doors through the hall, but when out of sight of the house we again returned hidden by shrubs and trees, and, passing through a small conservatory, entered Lady Norton's boudoir. “We must not stay here,” she said, “for fear any of the servants come in. I have a great surprise for you, but do not talk just yet.” At one side of the room there was a large and beautifully carved oak cabinet or cupboard, and by touching a secret spring a small square door at the bottom opened.