For the Sake of His Honor

Whack!

Jacob leveled a crushing blow to the bare flesh of her bottom and the girl squealed in shock and pain. "Tell me what you want," he said heatedly, and his statement was not a request.

Madison hesitated. "I . . . I . . ." she stammered, her breaths quick and ragged as she struggled to answer in time.

Whack!

Another blow landed cruelly across her backside, stinging fiercely, and the sound of the skin of his palm swatting the skin of her buttocks echoed resoundingly through the bedroom. "Tell me what you want," he said for the third time, and much more insistent.

Her voice was low and timid, and hoarse. "Fuck me," she whispered.

Whack!

"Ahhhh!" she wailed, her flesh burning. "I want you to fuck me!"

His breath hot in her ear as his fingers delved deeply into her lovely pink pussy from behind, spreading her velvety labia, and slipped into her tight slick canal. She stiffened in pleasure and groaned loudly.

"What did you say?" he whispered, a devilish edge to his voice.

"Fuck me, Jacob!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"

Her body squirmed and writhed with intense arousal, shuddering about lustily, and Jacob absolutely loved it. His fingers left her pussy and his hands grabbed a tight hold of her waist, squeezing tight, and he felt her body tense with anticipation in its bent over position, the juices from her swollen cunt dripping down her thighs.

His thumbs curled inward and spread her ass cheeks wide, and he guided the tip of his cock between the tight folds of her pussy, and with one brutally abrupt motion rammed himself home. He impaled the buxom blonde with his cock, shoving himself completely inside until his pubic hair tickled the flesh of her upturned ass and his balls rested snugly against her own trimmed swath of golden pubic hair.

Madison whimpered as his cock violated her, splitting her in two, crushing her utterly. "Oh my god," she wailed, "oh . . . my . . . god . . . oh my god . . . oh my god . . . oh fuck . . . oh my god . . ."

Jacob growled as her pussy sucked fiercely at his shaft, begging for it to go deeper.

"Oh . . . my . . . god . . ." the young beauty moaned. "Fill me . . . oh fuck . . . so full . . ."

She whimpered as he pulled his erection out of her sopping wet pussy without warning and when the ridge of the mushroom head appeared, Jacob paused, relishing the sight of the vast majority of his seven inches jutting lewdly from a pretty pink pussy, its rubbery folds stretched around the head, before he took both her hips in his hands and stuffed the full length back inside, thrusting slow at first but then harder and harder and harder with each and every down stroke.

"Oh my fuuuccckiingggg gggoooooodddddd," Madison bellowed as she met him thrust for thrust, grinding her sweet and supple bottom back against him in an erotic collision of flesh and pelvic bone. Her ass rippled lewdly as it bounced off his waist like a yo-yo.

Jacob grunted as he hammered away at the gorgeous golden-haired strumpet, kneading her firm ass with his palms, spreading the cheeks as wide apart as they could go, loving the way her puckered anus winked up at him as he did so.

Madison was losing coherence as her pleasure mounted. "Unnhh . . . unnhh . . . aahhh . . . ahhhh," she wailed. "Oh my god . . . fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me!"

Jacob groaned and pistoned his hips back and forth, burying his thickness over and over again in the girl's incredibly tight sheath, and grinned as his right hand rose and fell once more, swatting her rump with far more gentility than he had previously shown.

Madison's head whipped around, golden hair spinning in a wild arc, and she glared at him from over her shoulder. Her eyes positively smoldered. "Spank my ass," she hissed. "Spank me harder god damn it!"

Jacob growled and slapped her again, much harder this time as he pounded her from behind. Her skirt was slipping back down her legs from the force of his thrusts, but he tucked it up and under itself again without breaking his momentum. Madison spread her legs out as far as her panties would allow, straining the silk rolled around her thighs near the tearing point. Her pussy stretched wide around the thick cock, her insides tugged out with every withdrawal, the sight of which nearly sent him over the edge.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" the girl screamed. Madison was a screamer, a very vocal and naughty-mouthed lover when she neared climax, which was one of the ways he knew she was close. "Spank me, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Spank me! Fuck my little pussy! Fuck it harder!"

Jacob used both his hands on her rump now, driving his cock with near-brutality between her puffy pink lips and deep into her pussy without any stabilizing support. His hands whacked at her ass, alternating between the two cheeks with rapid flurry until her tanned skin was dark crimson from the onslaught. His cock continued to spear into her luscious body.

"Unnhhhh . . ." she wailed as he slammed into her, shredding her. "Unnhhhh . . . oh my goaaaunnhhh . . . unhh . . . aahhh . . ." Madison did not stop screaming, but the words soon fell completely into incoherent babbling. "Oh my god ohmygod oh god ohmyoh myfucking ohfuck godohfuck me ohfuckgodohfuckme fuckfuck fuckmefuckmefuckme!"

And then she froze, her face locked in a gorgeous grimace of agonized bliss.

Her legs began to tremble violently and her back arched to an impossible, gymnast-like degree, her tummy dropping low as her ass upturned farther in the air and tugged pleasurably at Jacob's invasive cock. The friction nearly toppled Jacob off his wavering pedestal of control.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckoh ffffuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Orgasmic convulsions pummeled Madison's body, harder perhaps even than Jacob had pummeled it with his cock, and her wails of ecstasy overwhelmed everything in the room.

Jacob did not let her off the hook, however: his hands wrapped around her waist and slid up her toned stomach, higher and higher until her doughy, quivering breasts filled his palms. He jiggled the mounds of hanging flesh vigorously.

It was not until she crested the heights of her climax that Jacob unleashed his last, most desperate assault. His fingers retreated from the bounty of her breasts and renewed their perch in the firm flesh of her bottom, and using his rough grip for support, he focused all his energy upon her orgasm-wracked, juice-oozing slit. His cock impaled her again and again, thrashing and lambasting, unforgiving and vicious as it stuffed its full length repeatedly into her abused pussy.

Madison creamed all over his cock and the warm pink walls of her cunt twitched and clutched at his shaft as they quivered, wracked by orgasm, and the combination sent Jacob plummeting over the edge into the void of sweet release. The whole of his body tensed and all the focus of his attention and energy shifted suddenly and directly to his loins.

And then he exploded.

Jacob moaned as load after heavy load of his hot white sperm spewed into his girlfriend's hungry, shuddering womb. The thick cum splashed against her ribbed inner chambers, tickling her from the inside out, stuffing her full of his spunk.

"Oh my god . . ." the blonde beauty wept, still holding fast in her bent-over position, her palms flat and unmoving against the wall as tears filled her eyes. Never before had she felt so much sperm being deposited into her little pussy, and the sensation overwhelmed her. "Oh my god . . . oh my god . . . oh my god oh my god oh my god . . . oh my god so fucking full . . ."

Jacob grunted as his thrusts slackened, but he kept his cock embedded deep within her, ensuring every ounce of his seed was deposited inside. Madison murmured to herself under her breath, blubbering like a child.

When finally he determined that his well had run dry, Jacob slid his deflated cock out of her with a squishy plop, heaving a heavy sigh. His knees were weak and he reached out to steady himself against the wall. Madison's legs wavered and nearly buckled, but his strong arm around her waist prevented her collapse. Long moments of silence followed, broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing.

And then Madison turned and melted against him, her still naked breasts squashing against his chest.. His hands encircled her, sliding down to take healthy handfuls of her bottom, golden brown skin splashed with crimson, which moments before he had pounded for all he was worth.

"Thank you," she whispered, face set in a soft smile.

He leaned in and lightly kissed her mouth. "You were wonderful." She beamed at his praise.

She wiggled her hips and let her skirt and the band of her panties slip the rest of the way down over legs, and grinned widely. "I can feel your cum sliding down my leg. I like it."

Jacob grinned right back. "Happy to oblige," he said as he kissed her again, "anytime you like."

Madison giggled. "I'll remember that," she laughed. "I'm going to clean myself up. I've got an audition later."

She turned and made for the bathroom, but Jacob had just enough time to give her one more playful swat on the rump as she went. She shrieked and glanced back over her shoulder with a wicked little grin, and giggled.

And then she was gone and the smile that lingered on the face of Jacob Grant slowly disappeared as he considered a moment in the middle of their love-making when he nearly lost himself in his imagination, which was not something that had ever happened to him before: when he was with a woman, he was with her, always, and never imagined others.

And yet for the first time Jacob had found himself imagining the woman he was fucking was someone other than his girlfriend, which was absolutely crazy as Madison Mayfield was one of the hottest girls he knew.

In the mind of Jacob, however, no woman held a candle to Elizabeth Ross.

The shower spurted to life and the shower door closed, and the sounds of soft singing drifted out from the bathroom, which meant Madison was under the spray, cleansing herself.

And so Jacob picked up his phone and dialed the number he had been considering dialing for the past three days, and on the fifth ring the voice of Elizabeth Ross echoed from the receiver.

"Hello?" the woman asked.

"Lizzie," Jacob said slowly with fanfare of any kind, "I'll do it."

And the answering sigh seemed at once relieved and apprehensive, and perfectly echoed the sentiments in his own mind.

* * *

She was pleasuring herself when he called, her fingers delving into her folds. She was sprawled across her bed, freshly showered and scrubbed, garbed only in a powder blue cotton robe that was spread open completely and covering nothing. It had been forever, it seemed, since she masturbated; she had been saving herself for her baby-making sessions with Harrison.

Which meant true and deep orgasm had eluded her for months as they had focused on conception, and her climax afterward was always light and designed to jump-start pregnancy.

When the phone rang, one glance at the screen sent the whole of her body into a tailspin. Her heart began to pound beneath her breast, her flesh felt like it was on fire, there was a ringing in her ears and tremblings in her fingers. Her whole body felt suddenly . . . alive.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Lizzie," said Jacob Grant slowly on the other end of the line. "I'll do it."

And Elizabeth Ross sighed deeply then, thankful a potential solution to her most significant problem had been found, grateful to the man for agreeing to help, but more nervous and troubled and afraid than she could ever remember being.

"Thank you, Jacob," she breathed. "Thank you."

"What comes next?" he asked, even though they both knew exactly what came next.

"I'll call you soon," she said hastily, quite suddenly very embarrassed.

"Ok," he agreed. "Take care, Lizzie."

"You, too, Jacob."

And so Elizabeth hung up the phone and lay a long time without moving, wild thoughts running rampant through her head, before her fingers took up their previous task, flittering across her folds lightly and tenderly, and just how she liked, but there was a new kind of urgency in their touch, a new kind of excitement, which was something she was altogether uncomfortable with.

And yet completely incapable of curbing.

Part Four: Honest Sins

"Have you seen my cufflinks?"

"There're in your top dresser drawer, sweetie."

"What about my keys?"

"In the dish in the kitchen."

"And the plane ticket?"

"Hall table, sweetie."

Harrison stopped and turned to his wife, who was perched peacefully on the bed and just as beautiful as ever. "What would I do without you, my love?" he asked with a smile.

"Fall apart, clearly," she said with a smile of her own.

"Come here," he told her, beckoning with his hands, and she slid off the bed and into his arms, and he embraced her warmly. She hugged him right back, squeezing him tightly, her arms almost crushing him. "Whoa, babe! What's with the rough love? I'm only gone overnight."

She tilted her head up, eyes moist with tears. "You know I love you, right? I love you very much, Harrison. Very much."

He chuckled and smoothed down her hair. She could be so emotional sometimes, which was not to say he did like hearing such sentiments. Actually, he loved hearing them. "Of course, babe," he told her. "I love you, too."

They parted and Harrison set about the last little bit of packing he had left. It was a business trip in Phoenix with three separate functions crammed into twenty-four hours over a Thursday evening and night, plus the following Friday morning, which meant it was heavy on the dress clothing, which meant his garment bag was stuffed to the brim despite the short trip. Elizabeth watched him silently, sniffling occasionally, flashing him smiles. She was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking, and Harrison could not wait to get back to continue trying to have a baby with her, which was goal number one for them at present.

"When I get back, love," he said suddenly, eyes bright and confident, "it'll happen. I know it! We'll put everything we have into it and next month, we're getting pregnant for sure."

A strange sort of look passed across her face; he knew the toll their struggles had taken upon her. But the moment passed and her smile returned, softly, sweetly, and perfectly Elizabeth. "For sure," she repeated at a whisper, nodding, and there was hope and positivity again in her voice, which was very exciting for him to hear as such things had been significantly lacking of late after almost a year without conception.

And so Harrison departed, happy and secure in the knowledge that the hope of his wife had returned, and utterly, blissfully unaware as to the reason behind its resurgence.

* * *

"I'm having trouble. I can't decide."

The voice of Madison Mayfield called out from the closet. She was getting ready for an evening audition, which meant she was stressed out, and picking out her outfit would be the biggest and most stressful decision of all.

Jacob was on the leather chair in the bedroom, a suitcase on the floor at his side. As far as Madison was concerned, he was headed out of town to Vegas for a couple days to visit an old friend. He would not be at the apartment when she returned from the audition.

Madison emerged from the closet. She carried with her a white shirt in her left hand and a blue shirt in her right, but the shirts were not the important things; the important thing was she was naked from the waist up.

She was topless.

Jacob gazed upon his girlfriend's breasts. They were wonderful, swollen pear-shaped lobes that rose from her chest like mountains, perky and round and firm. Her nipples were dime-sized spots of shriveled pinkness.

"What do you think of these?" the twenty-two year-old asked innocently. She shook the two shirts in her hands; the result was her round breasts joggling freely before Jacob's admiring gaze.

"They're perfect," Jacob told her, staring.

Madison giggled. "I'm not talking about my tits, sweetie."

He shook himself out of his breast-induced stupor. "Uh, the blue," he said. "I love that shirt. It matches your eyes."

Her face softened and she stepped forward, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss on his lips. "Awww, honey," she cooed, "thanks for noticing."

He shrugged. "How could I not?"

She smiled again, turned on her heels and sashayed back into the closet to finish getting ready. "I'll miss you while you're gone," she called.

"I'll miss you, too, baby," he said.

He felt bad about the lying, although he rationalized it by remembering that the very security of Elizabeth's life and the foundation of her family rested on his secrecy. He felt bad about the cheating, but he rationalized that by thinking that it was not so much cheating as it was donating to a worthy cause. He considered what he was doing to be an honorable thing.

A short while later, Madison was gone and Jacob sat alone in the apartment, waiting. There was a specific plan in place (wholly concocted by Elizabeth, who was running the show completely) and Jacob was content to follow her orders to the letter.

Time passed . . . and then it was time.

* * *

Everything was prepared.

Elizabeth sipped from her water bottle, trying to keep herself calm. It was late in the evening, very near the time it would begin, and she was struggling to convince herself she was making the right decision. It was the only thing to do, she knew, and yet she was having second thoughts.

And then the car rolled up in front of the house and there was no time left for doubt.

* * *

The house was dark when he pulled up.

Jacob checked the address, just to be sure, and it proved correct: this was the home of Elizabeth Ross. He pulled through the open gate and into the circular driveway, turned off the car, and took a deep breath. The moment he had dreamed of for six years was about to come true.

Elizabeth told him exactly what he was to do: drive over, pull into the driveway, turn off the car, walk to the door, knock three times, enter, lock the door behind him, walk up the stairs, enter the master bedroom at the end of the hall, take off his clothes and get under the covers. She was very specific and asked that he do exactly as she said.

And so he did.

He walked to the door in silence. Their house was a big one with a fountain in front and lush landscaping surrounding it. Her husband, he knew, had done very well for himself. He reached the door and knocked three times. There was no response.

The door opened easily and he slipped inside. The house was dark, but there was enough light from the moon and stars for him to see the staircase winding around the wall off to his left. The foyer was marble-floored and expansive, and he was certain any voice would echo dramatically in that place. There were no voices, however; silence reigned.

He bolted the front door and then walked up the stairs, treading lightly, eagerness and apprehension rising in concert. He did not know what to expect, beyond one thing: soon, he would find himself in the arms of Elizabeth Ross. How exactly, he knew not, but in truth he did not care: any way was well enough.

There was a long hallway at the top of the stairs with five doors set at intervals down its length and a separate branching hallway off to the left. All the doors were closed, except for the broad double doors at the end of the hall: the master bedroom, his destination.

He moved in silence, creeping along the hall, feeling almost like an intruder. He passed through the doors and into the bedroom, and found himself in a large room finely decorated. It was dark, but there were glass doors on the far wall leading out to a balcony, its curtains open, and the light of the moon streamed through and bathed the room in pale luminescence.