The Quickening

The Quickening, Part 2

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The three of them wasted not a minute making up for lost time - Time that had gnawed inside each one of them, always feeling the sense of something missing, when they were apart.

The months they’d been separated added their weight to the reuniting, as all of them wished nothing more, than to share themselves with the two others, awkwardly, as if seeking for a promise that none of them would never leave again, while knowing that it was a promise none of them could make.

Jack had walked in upon the legally married couple in the middle of preparing a supper, so with the additional mouth, Elizabeth winged an extra portion, while Jack and Will were heating up a course of their own.

Their offers of helping out with the cooking being rejected with badly disguised horror, Jack and Will had found it delectable to sample tastes upon each other’s skins, while Elizabeth followed the interactions with growing interest.

By the time Will got to his knees and inhaled Jack’s cock, Elizabeth decided, lifting pots and pans, that the cooking would only be better if it was left to stew for a while.

Wordlessly, she approached the men, and indicated towards their bed chambers while seeking each of the men’s hands in her own.

A simmering stew, and a pair of boots and breeches were left behind and absolutely forgotten, as the heady mixture of rum and lust culminated rather fetchingly into a tangle of arms and legs and sweat.

Hot hands, hot mouths, each seeking for each other’s in frenzied need, the missing part finding its proper place, as they finally settled into a rhythm.

Elizabeth laid on her back, her long legs wrapped around the waist of Jack as he buried his cock to the hilt into her welcoming warmth, eliciting moans of pleasure from the young mother-to-be. Will lounged sideways across the bed, sweat glistening on his bare chest as he watched with hungry eyes as his wife eagerly arched her back to receive all she could, his hand caressing his husband’s clenching buttocks in time with his thrusts, the tendons in Jack’s arms bulging as he supported his weight upon them, so as not to crush Elizabeth in her delicate condition.

Nails leaving red stripes across Jack’s sweat slick back, she sought Will‘s eyes in loving bliss, reaching a hand to wrap around his hair, while her other hand tangled fiercely into Jack‘s.

Will, enthralled with the vision of his two loves in heated coupling, began to stroke his own aching cock, lowering to swallow the delighted groans Elizabeth ground out with each of Jack’s strokes.

The sharp bite Elizabeth delivered in the midst of her fulfilment, struck pure, irresistible temptation in Will, and he smoothed his hand along Elizabeth side, down between her legs, his fingers rubbing a tantalizing, fire-breeding circle, paced perfectly with Jack’s thrusts.

The flash in Will’s eyes and the smile that promised so much more, made Elizabeth squeeze her legs around Jack’s waist so tight, that he was roused from the satisfying pace he’d found, pace he didn‘t want to stop.

Flinging his eyes open, Jack peered questioningly at Elizabeth, then instantly realized that Will’s hand wasn’t there to add to the giddying feel of Elizabeth, and bit his lower lip in excitement.

Jack bent down to lick and kiss Elizabeth’s lips, his hips pushing forward as deep as he could get, while adjusting his stance for what was to come.

Elizabeth followed in breathless awe as Will found the bottle of oil and poured the contents liberally over his palm. Distracted by Jack’s circling movements, she missed the pleasure of watching Will slick his straining cock, but the groan Jack let out at Will’s fingers spreading the oil across his arsehole got Elizabeth right back in the moment.

Revelling in the sight of her illicit husband crushing his eyes shut, how he lost his breath, how his cock pulsed and bounced inside her eliciting groans of her own, Elizabeth urged Will to delve deeper into Jack, her fingers clenching around Will’s arm as it rested next to Jack’s.

The tightness Jack offered was already enough to undo Will, but the man’s words, as he got up to twist his head and meet Will’s mouth, were enough to set lightning through both his lovers; “Fuck me.”

The pirate’s wording wasn’t a statement. It was a plead.

Turning back to face Elizabeth, Jack lifted her enough to hold her in his arms, his hands coming to her shoulders to hold on tight, as he sought for a pace that would please them all.

Will delighted in the issuing gasps and groans as he worked his way further, hands roaming over Jack’s back, tightening around Elizabeth’s wrist as she arched towards the thrust that matched a thrust with her hands seeking for everything, anything to hold.

It was when Jack halted, staying still and firm, his face the epitome of exultant pleasure with lightly closed, kohl-darkened lids, and the way he rasped as if in alarm with his panting breath, “Don’t stop, Will, God, please, don’t stop!” that punched the last nail in Elizabeth’s curiosity; She keened, and looked over Jack’s shoulder, then up at her husband beaming as if awakened from a beautiful dream, only to be lulled into a sweeter one, and said simply, “I want to try that.”

At both their puzzled looks, she brushed a seductive, lingering hand over Jack‘s shoulder to Will‘s with a bewitching smile, “ I want to know how it feels like, for you and Jack.”

Will withdrew reluctantly, hesitative about what to do, while Jack stayed stone still, gritting his teeth at the loss of the feel of Will inside him, as well as the quickly withdrawing sense of coming right now.

Pushing in Elizabeth with clear demand, Jack wringed out a pleading ‘right now?’, and pulled back at the demanding fingernails digging into his neck.

“Luv,” Jack was the first to assuage, “From what I’ve gathered,” he shot a wary glance at Will, and nearly stumbled at his words, then decided that the past was past, and only something to be learned from, and cast his gaze back to Elizabeth.

Jack’s hand swept across his ballocks at the unendurable need while he tried to discern the right words from the abundance starting from ‘You got to be kidding me…Now?’ all the way to “But, but…but..’

Finally, he arrived back at the beginning, "From what I’ve gathered,” while ignoring any side-way-looks from either of his spouses, “Women aren’t as quick to gain their pleasure through that…route, as men can be.”

Seeing Will sit on his haunches with his cock standing up proudly, obviously twitching pleasurably at their shared memory, then shifting his gaze to his wife, finding the sleek glisten of her own need just begging for his touch, Jack’s resolve broke into tiny, quickly scattering pieces. Why hadn’t he thought of this before?

“Right,” said Captain Sparrow with a demanding voice. “Will, lay on your back.”

The responding, inquisitive frown was soon replaced with a lusty grin after Jack replied the soundless question with a lewd swipe of his tongue over his lip.

With long, assuaging brushes of his hand over Elizabeth’s back, Jack arranged her over Will’s waiting lap, then kissed them both deeply, before grabbing Will’s cock by the root and steering it right into Elizabeth.

Stroking his cock at the sound and sight of his two loves joining, Jack laid down to his side, looking directly into Elizabeth’s eyes, as she bore down deeper.

Listening, yet pleasing herself with the feel of Will seated in her, Elizabeth seemed only too keen to know what was coming next.

“You remember, William,” Jack looked straight at Will, forcing him to pry his eyes away from his lovely wife, by the tone of his voice, and continued, getting up to his knees, “the first time I made you realize how good it could be?”

Strangely aroused by the memory of himself being merely a blushing lad in the hands of a seasoned pirate, Will closed his eyes at the thought, nearly spilling himself into Elizabeth, while she only followed the conversation with growing anticipation, and the languid marks she traced along Will‘s chest.

Jack prowled around the married couple, gently bending Elizabeth over Will, listening to the wet sound of their resulting kisses, and drew a demanding, lusty hand over Elizabeth’s protruding buttocks.

“Lizzie, luv,” were the last words Jack managed to gasp before licking his tongue over Elizabeth’s puckered opening, his hand wedging between the conjoined bodies of his lovers, his fingers finding the burning heat of both, all the while his mind swirled with the taste of the forbidden fruit of one of them.

Will’s arms grasped her tighter, his cock paced perfectly to delve deeper in her to take her mind off the degradation, and forcing her to feel the clean pleasure which was Jack’s tongue laving, and delving hotly deeper inside her.

She keened and trashed, pushed back and forth in the giddying disorientation of what she wanted most, then finding her peace in Will’s arms, and his hastened whispers told her he knew the feeling, Will’s frantic, overjoyed words coursing waves between waves between, over and under her, telling her that this was what she wanted to learn, that this was what it felt like to him, that this was how it all begun and was made only sweeter.

Will ached for release. His beautiful wife trashing, pulsing delightfully in his arms from what his beloved husband was doing to them both; Jack’s tongue laved over Elizabeth’s hole and down to Will’s bollocks, sucking with sweet pressure, then letting go again to sink deeply into the grasp of Elizabeth’s tight hole. Will’s sac tightened, and his cock throbbed nigh painfully, ripping neck-stretching, desperate moans from him, but the fall refused to present itself before Elizabeth drew long, deeply contented breaths against his chest, her forehead pressing against his neck with her lips pressing small, thankful kisses along his skin.

Kissing Elizabeth thoroughly, as her sedated lips dragged along his in the spur of the height of her belonging, Will felt a calloused hand brush over his thigh insistently, the touch followed by a thick, dark drawl, “Best we let her see what’s awaiting…”

Satisfied, filled with nothing short of longing to hold both the men, Elizabeth brushed her hand over her stomach while she indulged in the sight of her husbands finding unspeakable pleasure from each other.

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With her heart in her throat, Elizabeth welcomed her two husbands into her arms as they fell sated and blissful from their high, only the worry over her unborn child preventing her from insisting on being a part of the pleasure right this moment.

Their supper long forgotten, the two men twined their hands sleepily over a delicately curving belly, and a slender hand lowered to cover them with a contended sigh. A delighted giggle and a faint rustle sounded in the calmed silence, as the hair of the men, and their long, pleased breaths spilled over to tickle Elizabeth’s shoulders.

Elizabeth’s last, smiling thought before falling to sleep was to wonder if her men, too, could feel their child move under their hands.

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