Jack's Cure
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
3,835
Reviews:
109
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A couple of peeping toms
(A/N: Muhahahaha, okay, I relented. Here’s more smut my beauties. Consider this an early Christmas present. And to my lovely Dark Bubble Gum, we have an accord, darling! You keep reviewing, I keep updating. But for all you other smut kittens out there, you keep reviewing too! I revel in reviews. And DBG, thank you for your Christmas wishes, I hope you have a great holiday as well!)
The two women were so involved with each other that they didn’t even notice the minor struggle that went on at the door. Will rushed forward and tried to enter the room, ever the gallant knight in shining armor (even if he *was* temporarily impotent) and intent on breaking up this sinful little lesbefobefore it went any further. Jack, on the other hand, was all for being taught and veritably yanked Will backward by the scruff of the neck and held him close.
“William, you are the son of a man I can honestly say was my dearest friend and I care the world for you, but if you make a move to end what is going on in that room I will kill you without thinking twice. Don’t make me do that, whelp. I don’t want to have to kill you,” Jack pleaded through ground teeth, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Will was alarmed when he realized he wasn’t quite sure if Jack was exaggerating or not. Finally he stopped struggling and Jack released him. The blacksmith didn’t think he had ever seen anyone so intent on anything before in his life. He knelt and managed to look away from the spectacle long enough to observe the captain. Crouching, the pirate continued to peer in at the two women engaged in a lurid little play session and Will could hear his breath hitch and become an audible pant. Those molten eyes were wide and locked on the scene progressing just a few feet away.
Jack for one had never seen two women go at one another. Strange, because Jack considered him quite well-read in the bizarre or unusual. He had heard of such things before, but he had never expected it to be two women that were-- for him-- forbidden. Such a thing was rare for Jack Sparrow and to see Elizabeth formerly Swann (Governor’s daughter) now Turner moaning like a dockside whore and thrusting a glistening sex against the knowledgeable fingers of his hell-cat first mate was too much for him. He was going to explode if it got any better than this. And wouldn’t one know it, the moment he thought that… it got better.
Anamaria suddenly pulled out of the embrace, Elizabeth whimpering in a note of utter desperation. She had been so close… But the lady pirate had something better in mind. Shifting, she maneuvered herself up on her knees and spread Elizabeth’s thighs wider. With a glint in her dark eyes and furtive, saccharine smile, she began to lower herself down… down…
“No… she isn’t going to--” Jack whispered huskily, his erection straining and pulsing against his britches indignantly.
“*She is!*” Will interjected abruptly, eyes wide.
And lo and behold, the closer Anamaria’s lips came to his wife’s silken nether-lips, the further into banishment that former impotence was cast. Will was iron-hard. Almost painfully so as both men continued to watch in total rapture.
Elizabeth gave a cry that would have had any red blooded man at a healthy pant as Anamaria’s tongue darted out and delicately slid from the bottom of her slitted sex to the very top in one quick motion. How indecent! How sinful! How- how--
“Oh *GOD!*” Elizabeth cried sharply as the other woman suddenly lost her patience for teasing and plunged that velvety muscle inside of her.
Elizabeth--formerly Swann--Turner had to grip the sheets beneath her until her pretty knuckles were white as Anamaria carried on with this sweet torture.
“Come on, love…you’re so close, aren’t you? Keep going--” Jack murmured under his breath.
Will’s eyes shifted from the two writhing women to Jack for just a moment. He was shocked to find that he was just as aroused by Jack’s silky purrs and coaxing as the sight laid before him. Jack slowly turned his attention to Will and his eyes drifted to the burgeoning erection in his britches.
“Looks like Anamaria cured the problem after all, doesnt?” t?” he growled salaciously with a sly grin.
Will could only nod meekly and swiftly turn back as he heard Elizabeth’s p com come to a crescendo, her hips rising from the bed as she bucked urgently at Anamaria’s questing mouth.
“Oh god- I’m- I’m--” her words abruptly faded into a drawn out groan of appreciation as she experienced her first orgasm.
Will seemed to sink back to revel in the glowing embers of satisfaction with her, but for the still very evident bulge of his erection pressing at the crotch of his pants. How beautiful Elizabeth was, her skin fairly glowing a rosy color, just slightly covered in a thin sheen of sweat. How beautiful Anamaria was, her mocha skin a stark contrast to the white linens beneath her, but somehow silkier, smoother, and deliciously warm. And then there was Jack, standing by the bed…
Wait-- WHAT?!
Why was--?! How did--?! Will turned and found the spot where Jack had been crouched a moment before conveniently vacated. He was now standing (leering!) over the two women collapsed atop one another in bed, that doggish smile playing at his lips. And his hands-- (dangerously improprietous hands, those) curling and twitching delightedly. All he could do was gape in horror.
“*Ladies*…” he began, folding his hands together graciously as he watched the two women start with shock. He was just a bit too gleeful as Elizabeth tried to cover herself from his roving eyes. “I was just on my way past your door when I discovered your predicament. Though it seems like your doing well enough on your own, I thought you could use that special touch that-- only a man can give,” he purred in a silken voice, pleased by his own double entendre.
Anamaria’s eyes narrowed. Jack prepared himself for the slap… that didn’t come. Previously having winced, he opened first one eye then the other and looked at her speculatively. The lady pirate and Elizabeth shared a look.
And then to Will’s horror, the darker woman reached forward and clutched the sash tied about Jack’s waist, dragging the pirated down on the bed between their very naked bodies.
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(A/N: Ahahahahahahaha! I am EEEEVIL! Like the FRU-ITS of the DEVIL, EEEEEEEEEVIL! Hehe, fear not, I’ll update soon. It’s just so late. And the next chappie is probably going to be dedicated to Dark Bubble Gum and Kali. Thankies for the idea! There will be… BOW WOW to come ;-D)
The two women were so involved with each other that they didn’t even notice the minor struggle that went on at the door. Will rushed forward and tried to enter the room, ever the gallant knight in shining armor (even if he *was* temporarily impotent) and intent on breaking up this sinful little lesbefobefore it went any further. Jack, on the other hand, was all for being taught and veritably yanked Will backward by the scruff of the neck and held him close.
“William, you are the son of a man I can honestly say was my dearest friend and I care the world for you, but if you make a move to end what is going on in that room I will kill you without thinking twice. Don’t make me do that, whelp. I don’t want to have to kill you,” Jack pleaded through ground teeth, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Will was alarmed when he realized he wasn’t quite sure if Jack was exaggerating or not. Finally he stopped struggling and Jack released him. The blacksmith didn’t think he had ever seen anyone so intent on anything before in his life. He knelt and managed to look away from the spectacle long enough to observe the captain. Crouching, the pirate continued to peer in at the two women engaged in a lurid little play session and Will could hear his breath hitch and become an audible pant. Those molten eyes were wide and locked on the scene progressing just a few feet away.
Jack for one had never seen two women go at one another. Strange, because Jack considered him quite well-read in the bizarre or unusual. He had heard of such things before, but he had never expected it to be two women that were-- for him-- forbidden. Such a thing was rare for Jack Sparrow and to see Elizabeth formerly Swann (Governor’s daughter) now Turner moaning like a dockside whore and thrusting a glistening sex against the knowledgeable fingers of his hell-cat first mate was too much for him. He was going to explode if it got any better than this. And wouldn’t one know it, the moment he thought that… it got better.
Anamaria suddenly pulled out of the embrace, Elizabeth whimpering in a note of utter desperation. She had been so close… But the lady pirate had something better in mind. Shifting, she maneuvered herself up on her knees and spread Elizabeth’s thighs wider. With a glint in her dark eyes and furtive, saccharine smile, she began to lower herself down… down…
“No… she isn’t going to--” Jack whispered huskily, his erection straining and pulsing against his britches indignantly.
“*She is!*” Will interjected abruptly, eyes wide.
And lo and behold, the closer Anamaria’s lips came to his wife’s silken nether-lips, the further into banishment that former impotence was cast. Will was iron-hard. Almost painfully so as both men continued to watch in total rapture.
Elizabeth gave a cry that would have had any red blooded man at a healthy pant as Anamaria’s tongue darted out and delicately slid from the bottom of her slitted sex to the very top in one quick motion. How indecent! How sinful! How- how--
“Oh *GOD!*” Elizabeth cried sharply as the other woman suddenly lost her patience for teasing and plunged that velvety muscle inside of her.
Elizabeth--formerly Swann--Turner had to grip the sheets beneath her until her pretty knuckles were white as Anamaria carried on with this sweet torture.
“Come on, love…you’re so close, aren’t you? Keep going--” Jack murmured under his breath.
Will’s eyes shifted from the two writhing women to Jack for just a moment. He was shocked to find that he was just as aroused by Jack’s silky purrs and coaxing as the sight laid before him. Jack slowly turned his attention to Will and his eyes drifted to the burgeoning erection in his britches.
“Looks like Anamaria cured the problem after all, doesnt?” t?” he growled salaciously with a sly grin.
Will could only nod meekly and swiftly turn back as he heard Elizabeth’s p com come to a crescendo, her hips rising from the bed as she bucked urgently at Anamaria’s questing mouth.
“Oh god- I’m- I’m--” her words abruptly faded into a drawn out groan of appreciation as she experienced her first orgasm.
Will seemed to sink back to revel in the glowing embers of satisfaction with her, but for the still very evident bulge of his erection pressing at the crotch of his pants. How beautiful Elizabeth was, her skin fairly glowing a rosy color, just slightly covered in a thin sheen of sweat. How beautiful Anamaria was, her mocha skin a stark contrast to the white linens beneath her, but somehow silkier, smoother, and deliciously warm. And then there was Jack, standing by the bed…
Wait-- WHAT?!
Why was--?! How did--?! Will turned and found the spot where Jack had been crouched a moment before conveniently vacated. He was now standing (leering!) over the two women collapsed atop one another in bed, that doggish smile playing at his lips. And his hands-- (dangerously improprietous hands, those) curling and twitching delightedly. All he could do was gape in horror.
“*Ladies*…” he began, folding his hands together graciously as he watched the two women start with shock. He was just a bit too gleeful as Elizabeth tried to cover herself from his roving eyes. “I was just on my way past your door when I discovered your predicament. Though it seems like your doing well enough on your own, I thought you could use that special touch that-- only a man can give,” he purred in a silken voice, pleased by his own double entendre.
Anamaria’s eyes narrowed. Jack prepared himself for the slap… that didn’t come. Previously having winced, he opened first one eye then the other and looked at her speculatively. The lady pirate and Elizabeth shared a look.
And then to Will’s horror, the darker woman reached forward and clutched the sash tied about Jack’s waist, dragging the pirated down on the bed between their very naked bodies.
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(A/N: Ahahahahahahaha! I am EEEEVIL! Like the FRU-ITS of the DEVIL, EEEEEEEEEVIL! Hehe, fear not, I’ll update soon. It’s just so late. And the next chappie is probably going to be dedicated to Dark Bubble Gum and Kali. Thankies for the idea! There will be… BOW WOW to come ;-D)