Jack's Cure

Jack’s brain was short circuiting more than it normally did. His thoughts were always just a little disjointed, a little too fast to keep up with and-- well-- a little bit daft, but this was Sparrow in hyper drive.

*Good. Bloody. Christ,* he thought frenetically as he found himself lying between one smooth creamy naked body and one smooth mocha-brown one which was now writhing and thrusting against his thigh.

Ana must have really gotten herself worked up with Elizabeth because he had only seen her in this sort of state once before (when he had gotten her drunk and stolen her boat, incidentally) and even then she hadn’t been this willing. And then there was Elizabeth who seemed to hesitate in touching him but whole heartedly allowed him to do his own exploring as he lay between them lov loved the way she thrashed beneath the delicate and searing touch of his fingers. Still a virgin, that one, he reminded himself, as though he could forget.
Elizabeth found she could hardly breathe, like she was stuffed into one of her corsets (only this was *much* more pleasant) and was having trouble taking in a proper breath. The sight of Anamaria grinding the dark triangle of her sex against one of Jack’s muscled thighs was enough to undo her, but then one of Jack’s arms stretched out and he lazily danced his long, brown, elegant fingers over one of her breasts. Biting her lip, it was all the poor girl could do to keep from crying out. So busy was she arching her body upward to Jack’s touch as if he had her under some sort of spell, that she never stopped to ask herself why Jack was here and her dear William was not.

Dear William was still at the door still, mind reeling as he watched his wife squirm under the hand of his best friend as well as a man she claimed to despise. Now, Will had known she didn’t really despise Jack, in fact quite enjoyed having him about as it was constantly a mental and verbal challenge for her to sharpen her wits with, but he had certainly never thought he would be in danger of watching the two become entangled in some torrid tryst as he was doing now.
And yet, somehow he couldn’t bring himself to enter the room and put an end to it. He was mesmerized watching the young Elizabeth move in ways he would have never thought possible. God help him, he was aroused by watching Jack touch her so expertly! How many other women had he touched that way? Had he bent to his will with no more than a caress? Hundreds? More? It certainly seemhat hat way. Both his wife and Jack’s first mate had fallen victim to his very knowing touch. Will supposed he now knew precisely the source of all Jack’s cockiness, his self assurance; it was his knowledge that he could walk into a room and have a woman melting for him… if he really wanted to.

If he was sober enough.

And now Will also knew why the doxies kept coming back, no matter what Jack did or said. They would keep coming back and not for the money either. As Will’s dark eyes studied the way Jack’s hands moved over Elizabeth’s breast, her belly, her hip, touch just light enough to keep her wanting more, he understand that Jack had power. He knew how to make a woman feel good. Suddenly there was a larger movement, a shifting of bodies. Anamaria was slipping to the floor, coming to rest on her knees. Jack’s lower have was conveniently hanging off of the bed in front of her and Will felt a tremor run through him as he continued to peer in at the trio, eyes wide.
A pair of dark eyes lined in kohl widened as well as he felt someone tugging at his sash. He looked down to see a pair of onyx glinting back at him as his first mate continued to remove his effects… and then his belt. He watched it drop out of her hand carelessly and then those clever little digits found the waist band of his britches and then…

*Sweet Mary mother of God, I had forgotten how good she is!* Jack’s mind screamed as Anamaria’s lips engulfed his engorged erection like warm silk. Though he didn’t precisely know how one could forget such a talent. He suspected it had to do with voluminous amounts of rum. He suspected he would die a happy a man from the pleasure he was receiving, one hand studiously twisting the peak of Elizabeth’s breast until the nipple was a hard bud under his fingers and the other hand combing through the lady pirate’s sleek dark hair, finally coming to rest on the crown of her head. He applied just the slightest bit of pressure as she sunk down on him, taking in at least seven inches of his imposing nine. His weathered hand balled into a fist as he pulled her back only to repeat the action at a maddeningly slow pace.
Elizabeth fell out of her haze long enough to sit up and watch… really watch. She first inspected the prize that Anamaria had uncovered and was now suckling enthusiastically. If the governor’s daughter were really truly honest with herself, she would admit (at least to herself) that she *had* always wondered. Well, now she knew, and was of course, impressed. Coveting that tall, proud erection for a moment, she then turned her eyes to Jack’s face. His eyes were closed in blissful rapture, sensuous lips slightly parted as he sucked in a ragged breath. But then came the *sound.* Rumbling out of his chest came something not quite growl, grunt or purr but a lurid mixture of all three and it consumed Elizabeth in a flame of intense lust. It was that noise of purely wanton desire emanating from Jack’s throat that had her down on her knees beside Anamaria, joining her companion, lapping furiously at the already slicked length, tasting the pirate’s musky, male flavor.

Something inside of Jack’s mind exploded. *TWO* mouths?! TWO?! Good Christ, did they want to kill him?! There were few things Jack had never before tasted the fruits of when it came to bedroom matters, but admittedly two eager, hot little mouths lapping and surrounding his cock was one he was a stranger to.


He couldn’t look. Didn’t *dare* look, or he would find himself pulling a Will Turner and ending it all before he had really even gotten the chance to become accustomed to it. But he *had* to look!

Slowly, his lids flashed upward and his dark eyes rested immediately on the two figures crouching before him. He watched, almost pained, as their mouths locked around the thick girth of his length and they consumed him in a bruising kiss. He suddenly realized he was gripping the bed sheets beneath him with suck fervor his brown knuckles were turning a mottled white. This time a growl *did* erupt from his throat. And make no mistakes, this was a *growl.*
Will could watch no more. It was not even out of territorialism or jealousy that the boy slipped past the door, eyes still locked on the scene unfolding in his own bed, it was out of fear that his beloved Elizabeth might decide she liked Jack better. And why shouldn’t she?! He knew precisely what to give her to make her cry out with pleasure. He was seductive. He was confident.

He didn’t come all over himself the moment he saw her nude.

In fact, Jack had enough willpower to resist giving in even when two beautiful women were suckling his length at once. The mere *sight* of it nearly had Will spasming. The younger man was both envious and impressed. Taking a few wary steps forward, no one noticed him. Not even when he stopped just a few feet away, still watching as if in a trance.

“ ‘Lizabeth?” he murmured unsurely, the sound of his voice husky and tentative.

All three at once turned their eyes to him. One might have expected guilt, awkward silence, an abrupt ending to the whole sinful romp, but no. One would be forgetting… this was Captain Jack *Sparrow* in their midst. Gesturing Will forward amiably, Jack’s eyes lit and a carnivorous grin played at his lips.

“S’bout time you showed up, boy. I had almost given up hope. Here, I kept her warm for you,” he purred languidly, disengaging Elizabeth’s grip on his leg and holding her arm out to her husband.

Elizabeth rose to her feet and was just forming an urgent apology when she saw how *hard* Will was. And the way he was looking at her! As though… hungry. It made her breathless once more, made her heart begin to pound, her eyes wide and doe-like.

“Will--” she murmured, but was cut short as the young man lifted her in his arms and dropped her on the bed so that she was splayed out in front of him. Perhaps he wasn’t as knowledgeable as Jack, but what he didn’t know he would do by instinct, and she would never forget it. Crouching, he placed a knee between her thighs and unbuckled his belt, tossing it aside. Freeing his straining erection had never felt so good in his life. Of course… he had never been this aroused in his life. Willing himself not to tremble, he placed the head of his own seven inches at the velvety, warm entrance of Elizabeth’s body.

“That’s right, get it in before you lose control again,” Jack muttered, lying back and watching his young protégé ravage his sweet young wife.

Anamaria was the one who got to her feet, staying Will from tearing in while dealing Jack a quick whap on the head for good measure.

“Ye’re gonna tear ‘er open that way, boy!” she snapped reproachfully.

Pausing, Will looked at the lady pirate in desperate confusion. Rolling her eyes, she seated herself beside the newly weds and reached down to take the shaft of Will’s length in hand, slowly, *gently* introducing it into Elizabeth’s body. Will gave a drawn out moan as the hot moisture consumed him. The urge to thrust frenziedly was almost overwhelming but he resisted.
Jack, meanwhile, was quite aroused by the sight of Anamaria “helping” his two young friends in their plight. Unabashedly touching Will that way… He folded one arm behind his head and lay back, stroking his still aching length as he observed.

As Will had managed to get his lengtlfwalfway inside his wife, Anamaria released him and shifted to crouch on her hands and knees above Elizh’s h’s head. Stroking her lovely face, she hushed the virgin girl as the first twinges of pain made her whimper, eyes screwing shut. Will had enough sense to hold stock still when this happened and start again when she was ready.

“Ye’re both doin’ fine now. Keep goin,’ William, don’t stop,” Anamaria coaxed softly as Elizabeth raised her hips upward toward her husband’s advances.

“Elizabeth,” he murmured breathlessly, leaning down to lick gently at the hollow of his wife’s slender neck.

Cocking his head, Jack rose from his place, swinging his legs over the side of the bed gracefully. Swaggering around behind Anamaria who was too involved to notice, the tip of his tongue wet his lips as he looked over her supple brown hips and rear. That tongue then took residence in the pocket of his cheek and he resisted the bestial grin that wanted to splay over his exotic features. Reaching out, he stroked the woman’s hind quarter and then her inner thigh, fingers pressing, after a moment, at her wet sex. He felt her body respond appreciatively, rippling with the desire to be entered. Well, Jack could naught but comply. Lifting a knee up on the bed, he made sure the crown of his erection was pressing at the wet, throbbing slit of her sex.

Leaning forward, teeth skirting her ear, he couldn’t resist a smile as he murmured, “Been a while, hasn’t it, since you were this wet for me, ma petite fille?”

Oh, she went *wild* when he spoke her native French!

Shuddering, overwhelmed, Jack felt her press her hips back in offering, thighs spreading in welcome. The grin widened, gold teeth glinting devilishly as he obligingly took her slender hips in his hands and jerked her body backward hard, impaling her. He knew it would hurt. And he knew she would like it. Leave the tender care and concern to the newly weds, Jack and Ana were pirates.
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(A/N: Gah! Looooooooooong smut! And it’s STILL not done! Anyhow, this chappie was dedicated to Kali, Dark Bubble Gum and Mercurial (because you make me blush! ^_^) I love you guys and I love ALL of you who reviewed! I will try to give you a mention in the next one. Be prepared for some rough fucking in the next one. Yaaaaaaaaaay! Yay for bestial, animalistic French speaking Jack!)