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 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.”
She pressed his hand against her face, once again the loving, completely trusting child.
“I do love it so, Uncle. It's just awful to have to do without and I'm not very good at what you showed me to do with my hands. Oh, it's nice and I like it, but it isn't the same-not even nearly.”
Robert cupped one high breast and squeezed gently. If it weren't for the servants and the necessity of keeping up appearances, he would have taken her again right then. His penis was already hard again, and he could feel the unscratchable itch spreading through his groin.
“Don't worry, child. You shall have all you can handle-and maybe more.”
Belinda looked up, blue eyes round and frank.
“Oh, no, Uncle. I could never, never have too much.”