In The Nick Of Time

Once again, thanks to all who read an review me! It really does mean so very very much to me! I'm not happy with the way this chapter ends...but splitting up the wedding night into chapters has proved to really be a task! Anyway, let me know what you think, and see you at the "after party" over at http://z8.invisionfree.com/Tasty_Pirates !

How many times had Elizabeth pleaded to him to fuck her in his dreams? How many times had he complied, barging his way into her and making her scream with pleasure that so closely edged pain? He could finally take her there, tonight, now! Jack stood quickly, rolling the boots down his legs and kicking them into the water with a shimmering splash, tearing his breeches down next, his exceedingly stiff organ slapping against his defined abdomen as it popped free. Her taste was still in his mouth, he sucked it from his tongue, savoring it as he took his cock in his hand and leaned in close between Elizabeth’s wide spread legs. The glans swelled, red as an apple and about half the size, the veins on his shaft contracting, pumping more and more blood, engorging him more and more, setting every sinew of him throbbing with the rapid beat of his heart. He wanted her, more than he could remember wanting any other woman before in his life.

But, this was not a dream; Elizabeth lay before him as a blank page, what he wrote on it would remain forever. If he taught her that this hurt, that it battered her and bled her, her outlook on him and any intimacy he hoped to share with her in the future was tainted. The pressure was on him, he couldn’t afford to not be attentive to her now. It was then that it occurred him he’d have to teach her, teach her to lose her virginity.

“Lizzie,” he whispered, wanting to warn her, soothe her, but also wanting to act quickly for both his great need of her, and before her body cooled from the wooing he’d done it earlier.

Elizabeth opened her eyes; Jack was gently stroking her cheek as he leaned over her. Why wasn’t she feeling something large and hard being pushed within her? “Please, Jack,” she moaned to him, wanting to be joined with him so badly that she swore her desperate orifice gaped open like a cave.

“I know, love, I know,” he whispered back on a sigh of his own desperation, trailing his fingertips down from her temple and then across her lips. Elizabeth moaned, eyes drifting closed again, turned her head in the opposite direction his fingers traveled and sucked one into her mouth, playing her tongue against it and moaning some more. Jack gasped, why was it that whenever he tried to be on his best behavior, she was on her worst? Well, at least he knew she was ready. “I don’t mean to hurt ye,” he whispered, slipping his finger from her mouth, planting the hand on the mattress by her head to support himself. He re-positioned himself between her legs, thankful that the bed was so high, he had more control. Jack knew this would hurt her; there was no amount of stretching that would preserve her maidenhead but ready her for his girth and length. She was ready, but she was unprepared, lost in an ecstasy that would too soon become terror if he wasn’t careful. He wanted her, his blood boiled with want of her, but he needed her attention, needed her to understand. “Lizzie, listen to me.”

She stirred edgily, looking up at him and tried to grind herself against him but couldn’t quite make contact with him. “Now!” She cried to him, fire threatening to consume her if he didn’t take her. Had she not been clear? She was ready; she couldn’t be anymore ready than she was!

Jack took a deep breath, this was such a struggle. “Lizzie,” he said again, a bit more forceful this time. She looked at him once more. “Ye’re goin’ to feel this, love, it’s goin’ to hurt, and I’m sorry,” he thought he saw her eyes widen with a bit of trepidation, but he had wanted her to gain a respect for what was about to happen to her. She was such a little thing, and he was not. He’d made veteran whores wince a time or two. “It can hurt a little, or it can hurt a lot. It all depends on if’n ye listen to me or not,”

For as shameless as her desire was for his cock, Elizabeth felt her eyes fluttering nervously and she had to swallow hard. She’d forgotten that pain would be part of this process. Jack was what she wanted, and Jack was all she had, her only guide through this tumultuous ocean. She reached up, putting her hand on his shoulder as if to hold onto him. “I promise, Jack.” She whispered.

He nodded, felt a bit of his worry for her slip away. “I’ll get ye through this, Lizzie.” Jack whispered, and leaned in and kissed her lovingly. “Trust me, that’s all I ask.”

Elizabeth drew a deep breath. “I love you,” she told him as she lay back against the sheets again, her fear well mixed with her passion now, but she wouldn’t have dared to tell him she was scared, she wouldn’t have done anything that might have made Jack not proceed.

Jack nodded, his cock aching as it brushed her thigh, and he felt Elizabeth jump with either yearning or perhaps dread, he wasn’t sure. He gave his quavering organ a long stroke to settle it and looked back at Elizabeth. “Ready?”

She nodded, took another deep breath, closing her eyes, hands grabbing at the sheets and her mind detonated with the reality of what was about to happen. Her first cock, Jack’s cock, a big, almost as long as her forearm, cock, was about to be pushed within her, thrust inside her, spearing her virgin body and forever changing the Elizabeth she’d known before.

Jack couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock was so taut and tight, curving back towards his chest as if looking up at him begging to crack open Elizabeth’s young body. He drew another deep breath to steady himself, then took his shaft in his hand firmly, and pressed his glans to Elizabeth’s vulva. Her body jerked and she breathed in sharply. She was hotter against his cockhead than he thought she’d be, so slick, so fluid, as physically ready as she was bound to get. Jack rubbed his big glans against her clitoris, around and around, she groaned and thrashed on the bed as if he were touching her there for the first time, her reaction causing another dribble of pre-orgasmic fluid to escape him. Quickly he raised his hand to his mouth, spit into it and rubbed it all over his organ, wanting to give her every advantage he could to make this go smoothly. There, she was lubricated, so was he, there was no sense in denying himself, or her, this union any longer. “Relax for me, Lizzie. Stay relaxed.”

She’d never been entered before, except for Jack’s fingers, but that was nothing like what she felt now. His smooth, sticky glans pushed at her opening, feeling twice as big as she was, there was no way he’d ever fit. All she could see in her mind was how well hung Jack was, how wide he was, how hard he was. She’d always loved looking at him, he was a beautifully made man, but now she could feel how impossible this was, and she was scared. But Jack kept pushing, groaning as he did from deep in his glorious chest, but it felt to her like he pushed against bone, something that wouldn’t give, something that wouldn’t stretch as large as he was made. It was no use, Elizabeth knew she’d feel him stop soon and she felt horrible for having disappointed him, she’d wanted this so much, if not for the pleasure of the act, but just to be as physically married to him as she was legally and spiritually. But to her surprise, Jack didn’t stop.

He arched his back; damn she was bloody tight! Some part of him was able to register that she shouldn’t be as tight as this, that she was tensing up, but all he could think was how good she’d feel around him, better than his own clenched hand on those nights he’d awakened from dreams of her too vivid to be forgotten, but not tactile enough to be satisfying. He pushed his cock with his hand, pushed with his hips, felt her slippery but tight and uneasy against him, refusing him entry, but drawing him deeper into desire. He couldn’t have stopped now if he’d wanted to.

Elizabeth wasn’t sure of the sensation she now felt. She was crazy with the feeling of being mounted by Jack, wanted to pull him deeper, but her body told her this couldn’t be, that her lover was too large for her confines. He felt hard as stone as he pressed at her opening, not like the soft skinned, elastic flesh she’d run her hands and mouth along before. Jack hadn’t lied, she would feel this, it would hurt. Just then, something invaded her, a sharp pressure that at first numbed her to her toes, and then burned. She tried to relax, tried to take a deep breath, but couldn’t, there was something taking up the room she needed to breathe and she couldn’t will her groin muscles to unlock from around it. His cock, a small bit of it was within her. It was a very shallow penetration, if she moved she could probably nudge it free, but the shock of the invasion paralyzed her. He was so big…so very very big!

Jack groaned loudly and nearly collapsed above her, breathing as rapidly as she was and he wasn’t even in as far as he would need to be to take the rest of her hymen. He needed to rest though, so did she, he needed to recollect himself, center himself, focus; wait for the churning in his tight balls to stop. He didn’t want to cum, not now, not when he wasn’t even inside her a whole inch yet. She’d been brave so far, but there was more to go, much more. She needed to let her body let go or she’d never modify to this new fit. Once again, Jack thrust forward, knowing it would be a bit easier now, she was open as wide as his glans at least.

More pressure, more pushing, more force, more grunts and groans from Jack as Elizabeth’s face contorted in distress. Didn’t he realize this wasn’t going to work out? Couldn’t he feel that she’d failed him, that he was too large for her, that she was too small for him? But the head of his cock had her pried her open now, and Jack was driving more of his cock through her opening. She felt his shaft scrape along into her, felt herself widening though her body fought it, wanted to move away, but she wasn’t fast enough. She felt something pop within her, the full head of Jack’s big cock. With it went something else, something that she’d felt tear, something that she’d felt burn and rip, something that she could feel bleeding. Blood…more than she’d expected, and pain, such pain, he’d ripped her open, she just knew he had, it hurt, her body throbbed with the pain, but Jack shoved another two inches of his shaft within her, tearing more of her, taking up all the space she had and demanding more, there still it wasn’t enough for his big cock. The pain, the blood…she had to stop him, before she was split in two!

“Jack,” her voice trembled, afraid to tell him to stop, what would he think of her? “Jack please, it hurts!”

Jack was out of breath, she felt amazing; he had to stop again before he emptied his balls into her. She was still so tight, unnaturally tight, to tight to thrust into. Of course it hurt; her nerves were getting the best of her, and him. “Ye feel like I’ve got me dick in a bloody vice!” he half growled, unable to deny the pleasure it gave him, but trying to make her understand that she could make this easier on herself, that what she felt was out of his hands. He had to settle her down, she just needed to take a deep breath and let it out slowly, will her body to be limp so she could adjust to his size. After that, the pain would begin to subside as more of his cock sunk into her. “Shhh, it be all right, Lizzie.” He whispered breathlessly, and rocked his hips slowly from one side to the other, inching more of himself into her in a circular motion.

She winced, there was already too much of him inside of her and he was forcing more? No, she had to stop him; the pain was too much, every muscle in her body hurt now. “Stop!” She cried, tears in her eyes, her hands on his chest, pushing against him. “It’s too much, Jack, please!”

Jack caught her hands in his and pinned them down against the mattress, lying on top of her now to keep her still before all her thrashing around really did rupture something within her. He was not about to concede the ground he’d taken thus far, things had been going better than he’d thought they would, aside from her sudden attack of nervousness. Perhaps he’d over-warned her of the pain, implanted the idea of it in her head, and now she interpreted every sensation as something excruciating? Either way, it was his duty as her first lover to make the discomfort go away, and dry her tears.

“Lizzie,” he held still, looking down at her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled against him still. “Lizzie,” he called, loudly enough to get her attention this time. “Look at me, love, look in me eyes.” He had to get her focused on something, give her something to notice besides the pain she now felt.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at Jack’s. He’d stopped moving, he was still, holding her down, but he was still. He kissed her gently all over her face, licking away her tears; she was surprised to feel how his heart pounded nervously against hers. He still felt so very big within her, but the searing pain had at least let up when he was still.

She’d worked herself up, that was for sure, but Jack was confident he could undo this state she was in. This standing while she lay across the bed approach was to be abandoned; it put too much pressure on her between her legs. Jack let go of her wrists, wrapped his arms around her and picked her up against him enough to move them both into the bed completely, keeping them joined, lying above her between her legs, keeping his arms around her and massaging her shoulders as he held her. “Lizzie, yer too tense,” he whispered. “That’s why it hurts so bloody much. Loosen up, gimme room to move, gimme room to love ye.”

“I can’t,” he lower lip quivered, she wanted to but felt it was no use. The pain was mostly gone now, but she was afraid of what would happen if Jack persisted. “I’m sorry, Jack.”

He shook his head, smiled at her a little bit and held her as close to his body as he could. “Look me in the eyes, love,” he whispered to her again, resting his forehead to hers. “And think soft,” he kept still, not about to move until he felt his words working on her. “Think of what ye felt when ye touched yerself, how supple ye were, how much like rose petals ye were,” Jack kissed her, feeling himself gearing up again as he spoke to her. Elizabeth sighed, her jaw unclenching as the kiss proceeded, her lips parting now to allow Jack to slip his tongue into her mouth, and he felt her beginning to melt into him. Good, this was how it should be.

Yes, this was feeling better, the image of her dripping wet folds, lush as satin pillows in her mind. She remembered how her finger moved in her slick creases and how she thought of Jack’s cock delving into her and how she’d enrobe him in her feminine heat and hold him. She wanted to hold him like that, thought only of having him inside of her, all of him, wanting to love him like that. She willed herself to take a breath, looked into Jack’s dark eyes again and exhaled slowly as if all the stress and strain left her body from between her lips. Her arms went around his neck now, embracing him to her, her back arching to press her breasts into his chest and just feel close to him. She thought of that stormy night when that hideously huge wave rose up and toppled the Pearl beneath it, spinning the ship around beneath the sea, and how Jack had stayed strong, fought the elements, and righted his Pearl. Yes, Elizabeth knew she could trust him; that he would get her through this storm as well.

He’d felt her accept another inch of him without him having to push it into her. Jack smiled and kissed her again, and this time, Elizabeth smiled back at him. He felt as if he’d managed to claim her half way, if he could just get a few more inches within her, only a few, enough that when he did begin to thrust, he wouldn’t slip out of her. How he’d managed to stave off the orgasm that hung, buzzing in his groin, for so long, he wasn’t sure. But he couldn’t thrust, not yet, so he rocked his hips against her again, side to side, slowly, rotating around languidly more than driving into her as had before when he broken what remained of her hymen.

Elizabeth was surprised when she heard herself moan and felt herself angling her pelvis more against Jack’s, allowing him to slip deeper, feeling the head of his cock tunnel into her, making her virgin sheath match his length. Did this feel good? From the brink of such agony, this now felt so good she wanted more? Yes it did, and Jack was feeling it as well, moaning and gasping every time he sank a bit more within her, his sluggish movements making her crazy. His cock was being pressed all over inside of her, his size still overwhelming, but now all she felt was how he filled her to capacity, the way his pelvis slowly rocked and swiveled against hers making her understand how the vulgar term “screwing” came to be. She raised her legs a bit, wanting more, and all at once realizing something else; she was no longer a virgin! She was Jack’s woman!

She was still tight, and Jack knew she would be for some time to come, but now she was calm, enjoying their coupling, and there was a steady give to her snugness that dared him to start thrusting into her. He took his weight on his elbows, letting her lay upon his forearms as his fingers gripped her shoulders. “If it hurts, tell me,” he whispered to her then kissed her again, and slowly thrust forward, sliding even deeper and shivering with the rush of tingling sensation that over took him.

There was pressure, but not pain, not really, at least not like before. Elizabeth’s breath caught in her throat and she wrapped her arms around him even more, the feeling of something so large moving within her was taking her over, making her feel more like a woman than she ever had before. That deeply seeded primal need for cock crept up again; almost satisfied, but not quite. She raised her legs higher, trying to draw Jack more against her and more into her; feeling like some hungry pit deep within her had opened up and demanded to be fed. “More,” she moaned to him, unaware that she even spoke, wanting only to have this new desire fulfilled. Every nerve in her body prickled with some sensation, she felt everything, Jack’s skin on hers, his breath on her neck, his hair on her shoulders and breasts, the branded letter “P” on his forearm she imagined was searing itself into her shoulder blade, matching them forever. “More, Jack, please, more!”

That’s what Jack wanted to hear, she’d said it so many times in his dreams, and it was now a reality. Now he could make love to her, the difficult part was past, she was conquered and his to do with as he pleased, albeit in a careful manner. He pulled himself out a bit and thrust back in at a more normal pace, waiting to see if she could bear it. Elizabeth only moaned, set her nails upon his strong back and arched her spine against his embrace. Jack leaned down and claimed her parted lips in a kiss, as if thanking her for granting him this permission.

“Fuck me,” she said on a breathless whisper, already feeling him draw back to thrust into her again and her body opened for it. Once more Jack’s cock plunged into her, then again, and again, and again. He was getting a little faster, a little stronger, and Elizabeth liked the way he groaned and kissed and bit her neck, but loved even more how he moved above her, and how he made her body surrender to him.

She was already changing beneath him, Jack knew a ravenous woman when he felt one, and he knew just how to deal with her. She seemed more than comfortable; a change of position was due. He got to his knees, moving his hands down her body as he did and lifter her hips and pulled her to him, onto him, her buttocks against his thighs and his cock deep within her, angled up along the upper wall of her sheath. His shaft and glans contracted, but he drew a deep steadying breath; no, he didn’t want to cum, not yet. Again he thrust forward with a pleasured grunt, and Elizabeth thrust back and moaned. Yes, she was taking to this as quickly as she had sucking cock. “Aye, keep movin’ like that, love” he whispered, and leaned down enough to kiss and suck the skin between her breasts, sitting up again to keep fucking her.

Elizabeth began to feel something she never had before. She was by now familiar with her clitoris, knew its location and how it felt when it was touched or sucked, but this felt very different and was nowhere near the top of her slit. Instead, she felt something delightful swelling within her, being nudged into fantastic spasms by Jack’s big cock as he thrust it in and out along the upper most part of her sheath. God, what was this? Why hadn’t she felt it before when she and Jack had touched one another so many other times? Oh she wanted him deeper, wanted to feel this more and more until it rattled through her and threatened to burst her apart. “Fuck me, Jack! Harder!”

Was this the very same woman who, moments ago, was begging him to stop and saying she couldn’t? Jack smiled to himself, knowing he was good, and about to show her how good. With her tender nature very much in his mind, he began to move freely, keeping friction against the spot he knew Elizabeth now felt growing within her.

Oh yes, this feeling kept spreading throughout her groin, growing more intense the deeper Jack thrust. If he kept doing this, Elizabeth knew she’d climax, her first climax with him inside her. She was eager to feel her body clamping down on his cock, excited to learn what sensations it would cause, and more anxious to know what reaction it would bring from Jack. She moved against him more and more, getting faster as he got faster, giving into the feeling of his big cock taking her higher and higher, her muscles tightening around him again, but this time in a very very pleasant way. She wanted more, reached out to Jack, but couldn’t quite touch him in this position, but soon felt him shift forward, lock her leg around his hip to keep her in place and join one of his hands with hers.

“Close, Lizzie?” He whispered to her, not breaking his rhythm wanting her orgasm as badly as she did. “I said I’d get ye through.” Jack reminded her and then leaned down to kiss her nipple and suck it into his mouth hard.

Elizabeth screamed; her whole body engulfed in a growing turmoil that felt so good, better than when Jack’s fingers or mouth had played upon her sex. He was inside her, he was fucking her, she still couldn’t believe something so large had fit within her, and that it felt this wonderful. He’d had other women, that she knew, but at this moment she was glad, glad that he’d had time to learn, time to manipulate, time to foster such ways of seduction and pleasure. His body, she loved his body, the strength within it, the muscle that hung from his frame, the handsome face and deep, dark eyes. How had she ever refused him in the past when he could bring her here, to this point? “Oh, Jack…” she hissed out, feeling some ancient and earthy pull take hold of her, reverberating out from that incredible spot that Jack kept moving his cock against. All she could do was give up, give in, wrap her legs around Jack’s waist and let him fuck her into primordial enchantment.

For as big as Jack was there was a hungry instant where nothing seemed big enough, like nothing would ever reach where Elizabeth needed it to reach, but Jack seemed to sense this and thrust himself powerfully deep and kept pushing inwards until he couldn’t go any further. Ah, yes, that was it, she’d have taken any amount of punishment he chose to deal her at this moment, but before she could beg it of him, her whole being shook with the tension that had risen, only to have the bottom suddenly drop out of it, and she climaxed with a heavy moan, feeling again how gratifyingly big he was inside her as her convulsing vaginal muscles grabbed at him again and again, unable to completely relax and unwind around his mass, but too tired to go one.

Jack held her as her body shook, forcing himself as much into her as could, curious to see if his glans would meet her cervix. She was so tight and he was so deep inside her, he could feel every ring and ridge of her as she quivered around his swelling organ. Elizabeth wailed his name in his arms, her hips bucking against his as her tight channel gripped him for what seemed like forever, again and again, squeezing him nearer and nearer to a point he couldn’t resist any longer. He wasn’t sure it was physically possible, but he swore he had a cramp in his balls, an ache that had reached maximum pitch, and sent a hot rush of semen down his shaft. Now it was he who gritted out her name, his cock contracting within her snug, relaxing body.

Jack was cumming, inside of her, for the first time. Elizabeth was alert again, stroking his arms and shoulders, concentrating on everything she felt within her, every jerk, every twitch, every hard, deep thrust of his cock. Jack bellowed like she’d never heard him do before, and thrust as deeply as he could again and again and again, finding a spot he liked and slamming himself home. She wrapped her legs around him once more to keep him there, and then, within her tightness, she felt a streak of heat, then another, and another, more than she’d remembered his body yielding at any other time. He’d bitten her shoulder, but she didn’t mind, wanted to give him anything he demanded as he came. Now she felt filled, so filled that his semen was overflowing her, running out onto her thighs even before she heard him grunt with the final burst of it and collapse on top of her, breathing heavily.

Jack felt her hand caress his knotty hair and he stirred, realizing how heavy he was and rolled off of her, not having to withdraw himself from her, for she was still so tight her body had pushed his cock out as it softened. He was tired now, but still wanted her, but until he recovered some, would have to settle for just being close to her, opening his arms to her and hugging her tightly as she lay back against his chest. It hadn’t been perfect, but their first time had sealed their union.

“Lizzie,” Jack whispered, pulling her more to him and kissing the top of her head as he stared up at the stars again, offering a silent prayer of thanks to whomever had brought her into his life. “I want ye to know…” he paused as she shifted against him, turning to face him.

“What, Jack?” She smiled, hovering near his mouth with her lips parted, baiting him into kissing her, which he finally did, so hard their teeth scraped together.

He’d been in no state to be teased now, his mind and soul wanting more of her, but his body needing a rest…it was frustrating. But Jack looked at her and how she laughed and he smiled. She was something, his wife. He only hoped she’d felt the same about him at this instant. “Do ye hurt anywhere, love?”

For some reason that made Elizabeth blush a bit and she smiled shyly. “It’s a pleasant pain, Jack.” She told him, rather enjoying the faint throbbing between her legs, it kept her hungry.

That was a relief. “I weren’t meself then,” he told her, stroking his hand through her hair. “What I mean is, I can be better to ye than I just was.”

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. He could be better than that? This she had to experience! She laughed though and laid down, snuggling next to him, she could tell Jack was tired, and she wouldn’t object to a nap herself. “You were already like nothing I have ever dreamed about you.”

Jack laughed again. “I hope I’d be much better than what a virgin would dream of me.” He quipped.

“Are you asking me to find fault, Captain Sparrow?” Elizabeth smirked back.

“Love,” he sighed, leveling a semi-serious stare at her, fighting sleep. “I haven’t the strength it takes to be fightin’ with ye now.” He leaned in and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her beautiful body, which he’d just laid claim to, against his. He’d never felt this way after having a woman. “I love ye, Lizzie.” Had that just slipped out of his mouth? And why did it shock him to hear himself saying it? He’d have to get over that, it was just ridiculous.

Elizabeth smiled, surprised by what he said so freely, but knowing not to make any waves. “I love you, too.” She whispered, sensing that Jack was all but asleep with her in his arms. “Pirate.”