Watching this unexpected delight her uncle could contain himself no longer. He opened his pants and released the huge throbbing cock from its restraint.

“The hot little bitch. What a pity she should have to do that herself. I'd gladly rub her wet little cunt for her-yes, and lick it, too.”

As he watched the child stroking herself, knowing only enough to arouse herself, but not enough to satisfy, his hand moved along the length of his cock. First slowly, then faster and faster as he felt the heat gather in his legs, making it almost impossible for him to stand.

Belinda was sighing and bouncing, her ringer going in and out of the tight, wet hole. It seemed that something more than this should happen, but she didn't know what. Finally, in an agony of frustration, she pulled her skirt down and leaped up.

As she bent to put her slippers on, Robert got a quick look at the fat hills that rose inside her dress. God, how pretty she was. Tiny, but roundly blown, her waist was no bigger than the span of a man's hands with round, firm hips below and high breasts jutting out above. He watched her fat buttocks bounce as she ran across the field and swore that someday he would place hand, tongue and penis in every crevice of that delightful body. She was obviously ready for it, and who better to fuck her than he?

He pulled on the huge column a few more times, then felt a great burst as the come spurted out of him, soaking the grass at his feet. If only, he thought, that rush of sperm had been shot high up inside that tight little cunt. Ah well, it would be soon enough.

Although the carnal delights of his ward were much on his mind, something else was even more so. For many years now England had avoided any major war. The raids of Drake and the other bold privateers were certainly a thorn in the side of the haughty Spanish, but as yet they had done little about it.