3. The Earl's Frustration

Mrs Rawlings captured the Earl of Langham behind a large rhododendron bush, her ample bosom heaving with the exertion of pursuing him, beads of sweat glistening on her buttery flesh. Despite his annoyance Rafe's eyes were drawn to where her dusky nipples were visible, bursting from the obscenely low cut bodice. These French fashions were becoming quite risqué of late and who was he to complain? His prick certainly wasn't. It was rising fast and thick in his breeches, unaware of the dangers a lusty middle aged woman presented to its master.

He had been on his way to the lake, for a much-anticipated assignation when he had spied the well-upholstered widow positively barreling down the path in his direction, calling out his name in her strident voice. He had had very little sleep that morning, thanks to a night at the card tables followed by a morning of shoving his cock up one of the maids, so he had been pretty damned determined to evade this particular harpy. But she had been even more determined and here he was, trapped and reluctantly aroused behind an oversized shrub.

"Rafe," she growled in her most sultry voice, which made her sound as if she had swallowed a bee. "Have you been avoiding me, you naughty boy?" Her tits jiggled as she spoke, dislodging her nipples further and exciting his unruly cock all the more. "We had such a jolly time in Bath," she purred, leaning closer to him and deliberately pursing her fleshy painted lips to remind him, no doubt of how she had looked with her legs spread and her cunt open to his gaze. His cock gave a little leap of glee and he gritted his teeth. "Wouldn't you like to repeat the performance?"

"Well, Jocasta," he said, keeping his voice as cool as possible. "That would indeed, be most pleasant, but unfortunately I am otherwise engaged. I have an appointment that I simply must keep."

She pouted in what she probably thought was a girlish way, and gave a pointed look at his bulging crotch. "What a shame, for I am sure I could help you with that affliction you seem to be suffering," and her little pink tongue flicked out and licked along her top lip.

Unfortunately, Rafe's rampant phallus had an excellent recollection of what delicious atrocities that wicked tongue could perpetrate. He had to clench his arse cheeks as a drop of pre cum oozed from its head, and he swallowed a groan. He was highly tempted to pull his prick out of his breeches and let her suck him, but he had already gained release twice that morning and he was saving what little cum he had left for someone else.

"Patience, my dear," he said with great difficulty. "Why don't you retire to the conservatory, and I will meet you there later after I have kept my appointment?"

That seemed to placate her and with a look of indulgent longing she flounced away, leaving him to breath a sigh of relief and carry on his way to the lake, his cock hard and throbbing.

Sophie was standing by the boathouse and when he saw her he stopped in his tracks, mesmerised for a moment by her ephereal beauty. She was dressed in white muslim, a dainty little parasol shading her from the sun and on sensing his presence she turned and gave him a radiant smile.

"Rafe!" she cried in her sweet voice, and when he walked up to her she kissed him on the cheek with such unreserved innocence, he almost felt guilty.

"How is my lovely cousin?" he asked.

"Better for seeing you!"

He just stood and grinned like a besotted fool, completely forgetting all his ulterior motives for a moment. Then he remembered and he kissed her back, first a chaste little kiss on her soft cheek and then he placed his hand on her tiny waist and gave her cheek another kiss but this time made sure he was closer to her lips. She smiled, so he kissed her on her lips, a soft whisper of a kiss that left her wanting more. They had played this game before and he knew she liked it. His hand still firmly on her waist he pulled her closer and tentatively kissed her again, soft butterfly kisses that had her breathing faster and him, unbeknownst to her, as hard as steel.

"Sophie," he murmured and then he recklessly dipped his tongue into her mouth and prayed she didn't pull away.

He had been grooming his sweet little cousin in this way for months now and he was beginning to suffer a severe case of blue balls. Well, not actually blue balls since he fucked regularly with a wide selection of partners whenever he wanted, but it was Sophie he was desperate to have. All he had done so far was kiss her, and once she had allowed him to palm her breasts, but that was all and it was driving him to insanity. Several times he had been on the brink of throwing up her skirts, dragging her legs apart and forcing himself inside her, but that was something he must never allow himself to do. He could hardly take his own cousin by force! He may be an immoral rake but he wasn't a ravisher of virgins! He was hoping today that he could at least persuade her to touch his throbbing cock with her soft little hands. Oh God, that would be bliss beyond belief! It would make him cum so hard he would probably pass out.

She moaned deliciously as his tongue thrust more forcefully into her mouth and his hands circled around her waist. His hips were desperate to thrust against her skirts but with an immense force of will he held back and instead ran his hands up her back. "Touch me Sophie," he murmured into her mouth, and she tentatively placed her hands on his shoulders. He ran his lips over her jaw and then down her throat feeling her tremble, then lower to the swell of her sweet décolletage. Her hands stilled on him as his hands moved to her front and up to her breasts.

"No Rafe!" she cried softly, but his hands had found the tight buds of her nipples through her bodice and his fingertips rubbed over the sensitive buds.

"Please Sophie," he pleaded, his voice rough with excitement. His cock was so hard now he felt as if he was going to burst the seems of his breeches. God damn it, he felt as if he was going to burst his own skin.

"I am in pain, my darling," he said, looking into her soft blue eyes. "You must give me some relief or I may die of longing for you."

"Oh Rafe," she cried, her eyes filling with tears.

He reached down to his breeches and slowly unbuttoning them, taking care not to startle her, he pulled out his rigid prick. They both looked down. He was huge and swollen, a massively inflamed column extending upwards with an angry purple head, thick cum oozing from the tip and dripping down the shaft. Her eyes were wide and her mouth formed a perfect 'O' as she stared.

A tear fell down her cheek as she shook her head wordlessly.

He looked at her imploringly but she whispered, "I can't Rafe. I just can't!" and then she was gone, tripping across the grass, her skirts fluttering as she fled from him.

He was left holding his painful erection in his fist feeling like the worst kind of cad. And the worst part was that he was as hard as ever, his balls tight and aching. A few strokes and he could ease the pain, but then he remembered Mrs Rawlings waiting for him in the conservatory. Maybe she could be of use after all.

Within seconds of bursting into the hothouse he had commanded the buxom widow to bend over the back of the wrought iron bench, which she did quite eagerly. She draped herself over the rigid frame, waiting silently and passively, for once, for him to do whatever he wanted, which of course made his cum churn and boil in his sac. He just loved a willing screw.

Stroking his cock, he stalked towards her and roughly pulled her skirts up to reveal her bare backside, which was just as wide and plump as he remembered. He took a moment to run his hands over the ample cheeks, squeezing the flesh and watching it shake and wobble under his hands. Then he firmly slapped it until red weals appeared. She cried out as he whacked her harder, driving her into ecstasies of wailing, his balls growing tighter at the sound of his hand slapping against her meaty flesh. Then he thrust his fingers into the sopping wet folds between her legs, and played with her until her legs were spread wide apart and she was screaming for more, her cream running down his hand and wrist.

He tore his breeches open, released his aching cock from its prison and gripping her hips, shoved it into her. God, it felt good! She didn't have the tightest snatch in the world but it was hot and wet and he went in all the way with ease, right up to the root.

Rafe remembered well how the widow just loved to be fucked long and hard. She expected no finesse from him so he had no need to hold back. He went at her like a mad man, wildly slamming into her with his full weight behind it. This was by far his favourite position for a fast and furious fuck when he just wanted to get his nuts off and the way she was squealing was really doing the trick.All thoughts of Sophie flew from his head as he ploughed into her slippery quim, his hips banging faster and faster until with a roaring cry his cock exploded its full load of cum, emptying his balls in one great consoling surge.