Blackburn Wendell - The Amorous Adventures of Belinda

“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.