Night had fallen by the time Robert started down the broad hallway to his niece's room. As yet, he had no clearly formed plan of what he intended to do, but his lust allowed him to wait no longer.
Although Belinda's old nurse slept in the same wing, her room was further down the hall and she was getting rather deaf. Robert chuckled at the thought of the old woman's face should she come upon him deflowering her treasure, but there was no real fear of that.
Thinking of the scene he had witnessed that afternoon, and the clear view he had had of that tasty cunt, those white, downy thighs, the other day, Robert quickened his step. Damn her, he'd take her by force, if he had to. He'd rather not, thinking of the pleasure to be gained by an initiation into all the arts and secrets of which he was a master, but he must have her, one way or the other.
He stopped outside her door. His hand on the handle, he hesitated. Now that he was here, he was beginning to get nervous. Well, he who hesitates is lost, they say. He turned the handle.
Belinda was sitting up in bed, looking out the window. She wore a light, diaphanous nightgown and her high, firm breasts were clearly revealed. They were amazingly womanly for a girl so young and had the added virtue of the upward thrust of youth. The nipples, hardened by the cool night air, pushed in sharp little points against the light material.
Robert crossed the room and sat on the bed, as Belinda looked up.
“Oh, Uncle! Have you come to kiss me goodnight? I hope you'll stay and talk to me for a few minutes. I'm not the least bit sleepy.”
She moved over on the bed so that he would have more room. He reached out and stroked her long, shiny hair.
“That's fine. I'm not the least bit sleepy myself, and my own company was proving rather tedious.” His fingers moved from her hair to stroke her neck, playing with the pink shell of her ear. She arched her neck and pressed her face sensuously against his hand.
“Are you going to kiss me goodnight before we talk, or afterwards?”
Was she actually trying to seduce him? Surely she wasn't that brazen and yet the dark eyes that looked up at him from under half closed lids were hardly those of an innocent child.
He took her face in both hands, and leaned forward. He kissed her lips lightly, but she brought her arms up and pulled him down beside her, so he kissed her again.
“Oh, Uncle, do kiss me some more. How nice it is.”
This time she reached up and put her hands on the back of Robert's head, holding his face against hers. Her lips parted under his and he held her to him tightly. This was no goodnight kiss between niece and uncle.
He pushed his tongue against her teeth, and, sensing what he wanted, she opened her mouth, letting in his probing tongue. How cool and sweet she tasted.
In a moment she retaliated, darting her sharp, pink tongue into his open mouth. She learned fast.
For a long moment the kiss held and Robert felt his loins gain heat. His penis was hard and pressing against the little body he held in his arms, albeit through several layers of clothing and blanket.
She moved her mouth but retained her grasp on him, her hands moving over his head and neck, her fingers running up through his hair.
“Uncle, stay awhile. It makes me feel so good to cuddle you.”
Robert nibbled her ear, putting his arm around her hips in such a way that his hand fell against the crevice at the top of her thighs. He stroked her thigh, feeling the creamy skin through the thin sheet and nightdress. He kissed her mouth again as his stroking fingers found the tight little well that opened between her legs. She murmured as his ringers caressed her, pushing her body into him. She could feel the hard shaft of his penis between them and longed to reach down and touch it.
Robert whispered in her ear. “Do you want me to fondle you as you fondled yourself on the edge of the stream the other day?”
She half sat up, her eyes wide. “Where were you? Did you see me?”
“Yes, I saw you.” Robert pulled her down again, sliding his hand under the sheet, so that only the gossamer of her nightdress lay between his fingers and her bare flesh. He felt his stomach tighten and his balls gathered up hard against him. She was here! Actually under his hand! He trembled.
Belinda wriggled her round buttocks back against his hand, spreading her legs slightly so that his fingers slid up the lips of her vagina.
“You aren't angry, are you? It feels so good.” “No,” Robert answered, continuing to titillate the plump, now-moistening flesh. “I'm not angry. Do you want me to do it to you?”
“Oh, yes!” Belinda turned her face away. She was a little embarrassed, but much too excited to let that stop her. Her belly was growing hot and she could feel the juice start to trickle between her legs.
Robert stood up and pulled back the coverlet. Belinda lay on the bed looking up at him, her legs spread in abandon. His guts knotted into a tight ball as he looked down at the tender, young flesh so eagerly awaiting his caress.
He sat down beside her again and ran his hand up her leg, stroking the back of her knee, kneading the rounded thigh.
“It will be easier if we take this nightgown off.”
Belinda sat up, lifting her arms for him to slip the garment over, then lay back down again, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs wide. Her whole body was an open invitation to him.
He gazed at the firm pouting breasts, twin white hills of beauty. The dark rose nipples topped each mound like cherries on a frosted cake. His hand reached out and he cupped the nearest hill, squeezing it gently and rolling the nipple between his fingers. With his other hand he petted her belly and ran his fingers into the crevice at the top of her thighs.
Belinda purred and pushed her pelvis upward. His fingers slipped down between the lips of her vagina and as they massaged her hard little clitoris, she gasped out loud.
“Oh, yes, uncle. It feels so much nicer when you do it.”
It took all the self control he had not to pull out his burning rod and ram it right up that lovely channel, but the very agony of his self denial was exquisite.
“What a beauty you are!”
He leaned down and took the swollen nipple into his mouth, hearing her heavy uneven breath as she felt him suck and tease.
His fingers slid down from her clitoris and he felt the opening of her tight cunt. He pushed a finger deep into the wet crevice, and Belinda gasped. Oh, this felt so good. This must be what it would be like to have a man's thing go in her, only maybe that would be even better.
Robert worked another finger up her hole and she squirmed down onto them; panting. She had already stretched herself a little with her own playing and Robert wondered if there would be blood when he went into her. God, how he wanted to push his throbbing member high up into that little well of healing balm. His buttocks tightened and he thrust against her thigh.
He slid down in the bed, licking her stomach, her thighs, the outside of her vaginal lips. She arched toward his mouth, groaning. She had never dreamed that there could be this much sensation in all the world. Her body felt as if it were no longer earthbound, but floated, suspended in a whirlpool of fiery air.
Robert's tongue pushed between the lips of her vagina and slid the length of it. He took his fingers out of her and lifted her up to meet his face. His tongue found the hard nugget of her clitoris and she jerked upwards frantically as he licked and sucked on it. He enclosed the little dagger in the sheath of his lips and ran his tongue over and around it, holding her tightly so that her desperate wriggling would not pull her away from him.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.” She shook her head from side to side on the bed, gasping and choking. The clear fluid poured out of her and down her white legs: like water out of a pump.
Robert stood up abruptly. He could wait no longer. His prick was like a tortured wound that must be healed and his testicles throbbed painfully.
He undressed quickly then turned back to the bed. She was still in the same position: knees up, legs spread. She looked at the great hard rod that jutted out at her, for a moment she was frightened.
“If you put that great thing in me, you shall split me. Oh, uncle, won't it hurt terribly?”
Robert knelt down between her legs, facing her. He reached out and started kneading her clitoris again till she was once more pushing up toward him, breathing heavily.
“It will only hurt at first my darling. After the first time it won't hurt anymore. Then it will all be pleasure.”
He rocked forward guiding his rigid cock to the opening of her cunt. He pushed against it, and after a moment he felt it give and he was in.
Belinda gasped and clutched the sheet under her. It did hurt. How would he ever get that huge thing in her? It would fill her whole belly.
Robert pushed forward a half inch more feeling her try to wriggle away from the spear that pierced her. Only his nob was in, but he could feel the wet, silken walls of her channel, and he thrilled with the knowledge that his was the first prick to feel those muscles pull and suck around it. He pressed forward another inch, crooning to her, and trying to be gentle. How he wanted to just press forward, driving his whole cock up, up into her; pounding on even into her womb. But he must go slowly.
Belinda squirmed frantically, relaxing as the pressure stopped. God, it hurt. Robert slid back and forth, his shaft rubbing the length of her vagina, the head opening her ever wider. It hurt terribly, but now it began to feel good too. Maybe he was right. Maybe the hurting would stop after the first time.
Robert pushed forward again, holding her buttocks so that she could not escape. The tight coil of passion that lay in his guts could no longer be denied. He heard her scream as he drove in yet further, pushing his penis deep, ramming, pounding, until it was all the way in. He withdrew and felt her relax slightly, but he drove back in again, in, out, deeper, deeper.
Belinda felt an agony between her legs as the huge organ surged up inside her, but after the first tearing shock she began to feel pleasure again. In a few moments her body was moving in rhythm with his, rising to meet his thrusts, instead of trying to get away from them. She heard his harsh breath, heard him mutter oaths and endearments too incoherent to be sorted out. She felt him move faster and wrapped her legs around his back, holding him to her.
“It's better now. It's starting to feel good.”
Well, this one would have to be for me-the next one for her. Robert could hold back no longer. The coil had wound as tight as it would go, and with a final thrust, it burst, shooting great gushes of sperm high up into her cunt.
He lay heavily on her soft, soothing body for a moment, while she held him gently in her arms. It had been all he had hoped, and more, but it was just the beginning.
He rolled over and Belinda curled up beside him, purring. Although she hadn't had an orgasm, she had no way of knowing what she had missed, and the experience she had just gone through had certainly been more wonderful than anything else she had known. She had felt the hard, shocking spasms as Robert came, and had felt the heavy gush that soaked her whole passage, splashing high up against her cervix. Not knowing that there was anything more, this had been enough for her. Her vagina stung and throbbed, but she was happy.
Robert rested for a few moments, his eyes closed. Belinda lay squeezed up so close to him, that were she any nearer she would be on the other side. He stroked her almost absently, letting his fingers play up and down her satin skin. Her traced the rib cage, the deep indentation at her waistline, the rise of her hips. A warmth began to rise in him again, and he whispered to her.
“Stroke me. Pet me the way you petted Rex today.”
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.