This time Belinda was truly embarrassed. She covered her face with her hands.
“Uncle, you are wicked! Why do you spy on me?”
Robert laughed, lifting her face up so that she had to look at him. She tried to turn away again, and finding that she could not, she shut her eyes.
“I wasn't spying, my little puppet, but you do pick the most public places to indulge in the most private practices.” She kept her eyes closed and tried to wriggle away. “Darling, don't shield your gaze from me, I'm not angry. Come. Look at me.”
She opened her eyes cautiously. “It was dirty, wasn't it?”
Robert smiled. “Yes, I guess most people would say so, but it excited me very much.” She relaxed at this, and pressed against him again. “You shouldn't start anything you aren't prepared to finish, though. I should call Rex in now, and let him have you.”
Belinda cast her eyes down, but this time coyly, not with shame. “Uncle! What a thing to say! You're naughtier than I am.”
“Much naughtier,” Robert laughed, “But you re safe this time.” His cock was beginning to get firm again and he took her cool, little hand and put it on him. “Touch me.”
Belinda sat up so that she could see him, and ran her fingers up the length of his shaft. It was much nicer than Rex's. She fondled him, running her fingers around the head and caressing his tight, hairy balls, lifting them in her hand.
Robert felt his lust return, filling his body and centering in the now-rigid organ. He closed his legs and pushed himself upwards, his turgid cock reaching for the ceiling.
Belinda bent over him and he shuddered as he felt her soft, wet tongue run up the length of his shaft, over his swollen testicles, circling his nob and licking at the fluid that was starting to drip from him.
God, he couldn't stand it! He looked down at her and watched her own passion grow as she played with him. She rubbed her legs together and squirmed against his thigh.
“Take it in your mouth. Suck on it, darling.” He arched up, groaning in a fever of ecstasy, as he felt her lips and mouth enclose his burning nob, drawing and teasing.
“Oh God, yes! Suck it, my beauty!” He reached down and grasped her head in both hands, moving it up and down on him. Her little body writhed, and he knew that this time he wanted her to come too.
He pulled her head off his cock and rolled her over, arching her back away from him so that her bottom pushed against his thighs. He reached around to stroke her stomach and pushed his other arm underneath her so that he could play with her breasts. She panted heavily, her breath thick and uneven.
Spreading her legs, he guided his throbbing rod to the entrance of that dripping hole, waiting so eagerly to be filled. This time it was easier. Belinda still bucked as he thrust in, but he reached around again and started kneading her clitoris, pushing his cock up very slowly. This time he would wait for her, but God, he hoped it wouldn't be too long. A huge snake of lust lay poised in the bottom of his belly, and he could barely stand the extent of his sensation. The tight, newly opened sheath of her cunt pulled and squeezed him almost painfully, trying to pump him to climax in seconds. It still hurt, but now the hurt just made her hotter.
Belinda clawed the bed, tossing her head around. The ringers massaging her clitoris remorselessly were driving her to frenzy, and she wanted her uncle to push his great cock in higher, harder. Wanted him to split her in two.
Her breath escaped in quick gasps, a steady whine coming from her throat. She was completely out of control. Sensation such as this was totally foreign to her, and she was torn between ecstasy and terror. What was happening to her? Automatically, her body timed it's movements to match those of the man who rode her. Robert tried to slow down, afraid that he might not be able to wait, but she reared and pushed against him.
“Oh, uncle! Ohhhhh! I'm dying!”
Her body arched convulsively and went rigid, as Belinda experienced her first orgasm. She screamed, then collapsed on the bed, a smile creeping over her face as she lay there panting and only semi-conscious.
Robert stabbed again, again. “No, little darling. You are living.” The sight of what he had caused her to feel inflamed him beyond endurance, and now that she had achieved it, he need wait no longer.
Three more rapid strokes up that tight, soaking tunnel and he felt the snake rise; rise and strike.
His breath exploded in a great moan as he felt, for the second time, his thick juices fill her cunt to overflowing.
He held her against him, his penis sliding out of her, and dozed. He mustn't stay too long, but for the moment he was simply too weak to leave her.
CHAPTER FIVE
And so to London and then to court.
Belinda was greatly excited by the prospect of the change, though she had very little time to get used to the idea before it became a reality. Just four days after her defloration, certainly the greatest event in her life so far, Sir David called with his family and entourage and Robert and Belinda left the country estate that had been home to her since she was an infant. In spite of her outraged protests, Belinda's old nurse was left behind. Only twice since the first night had Robert had the chance to take his niece's lush, curved body, and on neither occasion had he been able to take her with the leisure and abandon he would have wished. There was much he wanted to teach her and her willingness-no, eagerness-to learn, inspired him to try new delights that even he had only thought about in the past. The firm perfection of her flesh, the down-covered thighs, the little mound of belly, the pushing breasts and tiny waist, coupled with her innocent but almost insatiable passion created in him the same craving that the addict has for drink. He had no intention of having anyone interfere with their pleasure in London.
Belinda knew why he had insisted on leaving Nurse behind, and although she had made no comment, she was in full agreement. Where previously, sex had been her greatest preoccupation, it was now almost her only one. Robert had taught her how to bring herself to a climax but she was still not as adept with her fingers as he, and at best, it was only a very poor substitute for the sensations her uncle aroused in her. She couldn't get enough of fondling and caressing his swollen cock, and the feeling of it pounding high up into her tight little channel sent her into a frantic ecstasy.
His big hand dropped to her knee as he called her attention to something outside the coach window. They were just entering London and she was in a state of wild excitement, but even then the touch of his hand was enough to start the moisture gathering between her thighs.
She looked up, her soft lips parted, and he smiled secretly down at her, his fingers tightening slightly on her knee.
“Soon,” he whispered.
Completely unaware of Sir David's own idea of family entertainments, Robert was being most discreet. He did know that Sir David had a taste for flesh and had seen the way he looked at Belinda, so it was not his personal opinion that Robert worried about. Actually, his male pride would doubtless make sure that his friend was not too long in ignorance of the fact that the beautiful white body was his to do as he wished with, but he was certainly not going to subject Belinda to what he was sure would be outraged horror on the part of Lady Cassen. Ah, how ill we know our fellow man, and even less our fellow woman.
Before going on to their permanent home at court, Robert and Belinda were to stay in London for a fortnight with some friends of Sir David's. This meant that, as they could not be together until they reached the privacy of their own apartments at court they would have to find other entertainments to take their mind off the enforced celibacy. This was difficult for Robert and even more so for the newly initiated little girl, but if diversions could be found anywhere, they could be found in London.