London herself, had he so chosen.
Fairs, bear baiting, cock fights, and street minstrals provided constant entertainment. At The Theater rich and poor mingled to watch the steady stream of new plays, written and produced for their pleasure. True, the pit was open to the elements, but even when a heavy rain fell it might soak the garments, but could do little to dampen the spirits of the patrons watching the tragedies, the historical dramas, the comedies, paraded for their enjoyment. Plays, of course, were no new thing to England, but a permanent theater was. James Burbage had built the theater, the first in London, only two years earlier. It was octagonal, the stage jutting out from one of the eight sides, and had a closed gallery for the toffs, as well as the open pit. It was instantly popular, and was packed for every performance from the day it opened.
The sumptuous clothes of the circle in which she now found herself, the elaborate hairstyles, the colours, the richness and glow of life after the simplicity of the country, left Belinda in a state of awe. Although she greatly desired the fire of her uncle's thick body, time went quickly during their stay in London. Sir David went on to court a day ahead of them, and when they arrived their new home was in complete readiness. Robert smiled when he found that his room was next to Belinda's, actually joined by a connecting dressing room. Since it had been Sir David who personally made the arrangements, perhaps he was more aware than Robert had thought of his domestic relationship. Ah well, it would seem that, if he guessed, he didn't disapprove.
As he stood in the doorway of the so-very-convenient dressing room, Belinda came dashing through and fell into his arms, squeezing him to her.
“Oh uncle, it's beautiful, and we shall be all alone here. The servants' quarters are 'way at the other end of the house.”
Robert laughed, fondling the eager little body that squirmed against him.
“So you noticed that, did you? You're getting far too knowing.”
She put her arms around his neck and pulled his head down.
“Kiss me, Uncle. I've missed you so.”
As his mouth touched the soft, moist lips, all the pent up passion of the past two weeks coursed through him and settled in a burning pool between his legs. Belinda probed the inside of his mouth with her darting tongue and Robert felt his cock surge with blood, forcing into her belly through their clothes. He had taken his pleasure more than once while in London, but it hadn't slaked his desire for the creature now quivering in his arms.
“Touch me, Uncle. I can't wait for you any longer!”
Still holding her, he reached down and pulled up her long skirt, catching it in one hand. With the other hand, he stroked the exposed belly, petting her thighs very lightly. Her flesh was moist and hot with desire, and the lust that grew in him was almost more than Robert could bear as he felt the satin skin beneath his hand. Belinda moaned and held his face down tight on hers, sucking hungrily on his dripping tongue. No longer able to keep away from the center of his desires, Robert pushed his fingers deep into her cunt, almost lifting her off the floor. It was as wet as a swamp, and clamped around his fingers like a vice. Belinda squirmed frantically as he prodded, and Robert knew that if he didn't get into her soon his swollen cock would burst the material of his pants. It pushed painfully against his clothing, and there was no denying such a need. It would be quick, he knew, but there was always tonight for more leisurely joy. Right now, all he wanted to do was fill that soaking hole with spurt after spurt of boiling come; shoot high into her belly till his aching balls were completely empty.
There was a low stool standing beside the bed, and Robert hooked it over with his foot.
“Stand up on this.”
As she stepped up onto the stool, putting her on a level with him, he started to undo his pants. She reached out and brushed his hands away.
“No. Let me. Oh, how I want it!”
She took the great prick out of its cage, and Robert groaned aloud as he felt the cool fingers encircle him. She whimpered with need, and squatting quickly, took the almost-purple head into her mouth. She sucked greedily, stroking his balls with her fingertips.
“My God, stop!” Robert gasped. “I won't be able to hold back.”
He reached down and pulled her upright. He slid his fingers down the heavy, pouting lips and rolled the rigid clitoris between his fingertips. She leaned against him, panting, and spread her legs wider. Robert could feel her rubbing hard against his hand and the slick moisture poured down her thighs like honey from a comb. He bent his knees slightly, and placed his dripping nob against the entrance to her vagina. Straightening up with a quick jerk, he rammed his throbbing joint right up to the hilt in her slick, fiery sheath.
“Ohhhhhh,” Belinda buried her face in his shoulder so that her cries would not be heard. It had been so long, that although she thought she had remembered exactly what that weapon felt like, the actuality was far greater than the dream. Heat rose from her stretched cunt like smoke from a fire of burning laves, filling her whole body with spasms of sensation.
Robert bent his knees again, this time moving up more slowly. He knew that if he wasn't careful, it would be finished almost before he had started. He slid his penis slowly up the full length of her hole, feeling the sides squeeze and suck his rock-hard shaft. Belinda rotated her hips in an almost circular movement, moving urgently under the hands that held her bare buttocks.
“Oh, Uncle, I can't wait. Hurry!” she gasped, moving faster and dipping her body to push his cock even deeper into her. Robert could feel the head of his great rod bang against her cervix with every thrust, but in his raging heat even this seemed hardly enough. He wanted to penetrate into her very womb; pound and drive and charge through her whole body till he came out again through her luscious little mouth. He moved quicker, unable to control it any longer.
“Hurry, Uncle. Hurry. I want you to come with me.”
Her desperate pleading was hardly necessary. Robert could feel the huge charge of semen racing up to his throbbing member, and was as powerless to stop or slow it down as he would have been to turn back a flood with a teacup.
“Now, 'Lindy! Oh, yes, yes! Now!”
He held her to him, forcing her hips down hard as the great flow shot out in a violent burst, filling her to overflowing.
Through her own thick haze of ecstasy, Belinda could feel the hot gush of sperm splash into her, and she clutched madly at her uncle as her own orgasm reached its glorious height.
For a moment they stood clinging to each other, getting back enough strength to move. Robert stepped back, separating them, and tilted her chin in his hand.
He grinned. “We'd better go down to dinner before one of the servants comes to announce it. They might not understand.”
Belinda let her skirts fall back into place with a quick shake of her head, she looked once again, the pretty but demure little niece. One would never guess that the voracious little minx was also the mistress.
“I don't know that I care,” she said archly.
“You haven't done anything to me for just ages and I was beginning to hate everybody.” She hugged him, rubbing her face against the soft wool of his jacket. “I was so happy just now, I wouldn't have cared if every silly servant in England had come in and seen us.”
Robert laughed, ruffling her hair. “You wouldn't even have known they were there, my passionate little love. But don't worry, you won't be neglected again. We'll see that that hot little body gets well used.”
Belinda minced away from him, looking back over her shoulder coquettishly.
“But what if you get sick or something? What if he wears out? You must be very old.”
“You little beast,” Robert roared with feigned indignation. “I'm young enough to handle your needs. And as for wearing it out, I wouldn't fear too much about that.”
“But if you're sick?”
What a little lecher the child was. Although she was teasing him, he knew, still some genuine concern had crept into her voice.
“Then we would have to find a substitute. Rex, perhaps? You haven't settled that little debt yet.”
She hid her face. This was the one subject he could bring up that always brought a blush. Putting his arm around her shoulder he walked toward the door.
“Come, Lindy. You're safe from Rex for the time being. You'll have quite enough to handle, taking care of me. But just remember that I haven't forgotten the poor beast.”
