“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.
Sprawling, brawling, teeming with both the greatest men and the lowest dregs not only of England, but of every country in Europe, London was the hub of a dozen suburbs and the pounding heart of a busy, ambitious land. Trade was good, money was plentiful, and Londoners of every station lived life to the fullest. Late into the night the hawkers of shellfish, of sweetmeats and fruit, meatpies and posies, cajoled and pestered the passerby. If the streets were inclined to be choked with dust or bogged down with mud, they were lined with shops and warehouses containing all the luxuries a rapidly expanding world could offer. If they were none too safe after dark, they were certainly no worse than the thoroughfares of the other cities of Europe and if one ran the risk of being drenched by the contents of a chamber pot, unceremoniously emptied from one of the upper windows that overhung the pathways, he would also be the recipient of smiles and greetings thrown his way by the people he passed.
The markets were open almost round the clock and the taverns were never empty. Here, amid the inevitable brawls and squabbles could be found much wit, good conversation and even genius. The issues of the day were big ones, and never had they been more thoroughly discussed by the common folk. From beggar to Lord, first and foremost the Englishman was exactly that. His country's interests were his interests and anything that did her credit added to his own personal prestige as well. It was a time of fiery patriotism, and the great love of the English for their Tudor Queen grew and expanded until it encompassed the very air of the land itself.
Drake, the darling of all England and no less so of London, had come sailing home in the Golden Hind a month before Robert's arrival in the city. He had been away for three years and his return was triumphant. He had circumnavigated the world, sailing south to the Straits of Magellen. Blown further south still, he discovered that here the Atlantic and Pacific met in open water. Until then, it had been assumed that another continent lay directly below South America.
He had sailed north, raiding Spanish settlements along the coast of North America, then turned west, crossing the Pacific. On to India, Africa, and home again to England; the first Englishman ever to make such a voyage. He had returned with a huge cargo of spices and treasure, and been knighted by Elizabeth on the deck of his ship.
London, very much a port, was full of the stories brought back by Drake's seamen. Every second boy, from toddler to apprentice, dreamed of one day making a voyage to rival it; of perhaps sailing with Drake himself, or at least, of going to sea. Many of them did go, but none matched the exploits of the incomparable Sir Francis. Such was his popularity throughout the country, that it was said that he was to be the next mayor of Plymouth (which proved true the following year) and there was little doubt in many minds that he could have been Lord Mayor of
