Jack's Cure

Will was forced to look up when he heard the unfamiliar noise of Anamaria’s purr emanating from her slender throat. What he saw made him harden even further as he continued to linger at the barrier of his wife’s virginity. Opposite he and his own lover, Jack had positioned himself behind the dark skinned lass and now his hands gripped her hips (none too gently) as he entered her with all the patience of an animal.

Jack’s gaze shifted to Will’s incredulous expression and again his teeth flashed as he grinned. But this was an expression Will had never seen before. There was no silly drunkenness here. There was only the volcanic and smoldering glint of Hades itself. Jack Sparrow had an appetite to shame the Devil’s, and was intent on satisfying it. The boy’s eyes watched intently as Jack lifted one of the hands resting upon Anamaria’s supple thigh. He lifted it high, teasing Will with the slowness of the action and then brought it down sharply on the round cheek of the lady pirate’s rear with a satisfying slap.



Jack slapping Anamaria?







Not possible. Will waited for the woman to turn around and beat the braids off of Jack’s face. But she didn’t! Instead she arched languidly, apparently causing some sort of delicious pressure to be put upon Jack’s length (now deeply sheathed inside of her) for he sucked in a ragged gasp of delight when she did so. Mouth slightly agape, Will looked on, wondering what Elizabeth would do if he spanked her. Did he have it in him to muster the courage? His thoughts were interrupted by Jack who growled lowly:



“Eyes on your own work, Turner.”



Abashedly, Will glanced down and found himself gazing into Elizabeth’s delicate visage. Her eyes were wide, lips parted as if to cry out the very moment he decided to thrust past the barrier of her maidenhead. Her expression woke something… something bestial in the young blacksmith. Not cruel, particularly, but he suddenly understood the look in Jack’s eyes he had seen a moment ago.



“Go to it, Will,” Jack whispered, half encouragement, half challenge.



And with that Will gave three powerful thrusts and felt his erection sink into his lover to the hilt. Elizabeth gave a short cry that ended as abruptly as it started. Bliss. It had to have been sheer bliss Will was experiencing as he finally came to rest within the velvety chamber of Elizabeth’s body. But when he looked down he could see her discomfort and his brow furrowed. What did he do? How did he make it better? Tentatively, he began to move within her. Wincing, she did her best to grow used to the invasion, and slowly, she did. Arching her hips upward, she made it easier for Will to thrust forward, and he did quite enthusiastically. The damp heat of his wife’s sex slowly drove the young man wild and it was not long at all before he reached for Elizabeth’s thighs, coaxing them upward, bending her knees so that he might penetrate deeper. His release was quick and brutal, making him grind his teeth against the short cry that wanted to burst forth.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he had not been able to bring Elizabeth to completion, though he saw the look of love and devotion in her dark eyes. She was simply glad he was happy. But that wasn’t good enough for Will. He wanted Elizabeth to have all the pleasure he was capable of giving her. …Or in this case, incapable of giving her. He was about to put this desire into words when Elizabeth’s fingers covered his lips and he quieted. Both youths lifted their eyes to the elder couple and found that they were being watched with amusement. Jack’s eyes in particular were gleaming brightly.



“Not bad, whelp. Not bad at all for a first time.”



Will was taken by a swell of pride despite himself. However he soon felt Elizabeth persistently wriggling out from beneath him and quickly withdrew from her, rolling onto his back to free her of his weight. Caressing her as though she were made of glass he inqu: “A: “Are you all right, darling?”



To his surprise Elizabeth grinned wolfishly at him, pinning his legs as she sat atop them, a greedy hand already finding his slick length and caressing it back to life.



“Hush, William,” she murmured gently as she bent forward to take his organ into her mouth, catching the combined product of their efforts on her clever tongue. Will complied helplessly, eyes wide. After a moment Elizabeth released his erection and met Jack’s gaze straight on.



“Eyes on your own work, Sparrow,” she purred silkily and not without a bit of complacency.



Jack came back to his senses and a coy smile played at his lips. Running languid fingers over Anamaria’s nude form, he let them travel to his own body long enough to shrug out of his weathered tunic. Elizabeth had seen his scars before, and never ceased to be awed by them. Seeing his torso as a whole, however, was not something she ever *had* done and as she continued to suckle Will her eyes traveled over every curvature, every wiry muscle, every inch of sun kissed, scarred, tattooed flesh.





Having Elizabeth watching him perform gave Jack an excess of ntivntive to do his worst with Anamaria. He had to admit, for all her maddening characteristics, the woman was a wild cat in the sack and that’s how Jack liked them. A doxy would let you spank her of course, but wouldn’t enjoy it like Anamaria did. A doxy, despite being paid, would not be so enthusiastic about *many* of Jack’s favorite games. But Anamaria didn’t often let Jack get close enough to lay so much as a hand on her. On the rare occasion that he *did* get to have his way with her, he milked the opportunity for all it was worth.



“Hurry, Jack, ye’re torturin’ me!” Anamaria gasped, arching her back impatiently.



Jack raised an eyebrow in response and leaned down, rolling his hips in a motion that made Elizabeth ache in the most sinful places.



“I believe you meant, Captain, darling. I’d have to punish you, after all, if you didn’t address me with the proper title.”



“Captain!” Anamaria corrected urgently.



“Aye, there’s a good lass,” Jack growled, pausing only a moment before he thrust forward with such vigor that the entire frame of the bed shook. That set the pace and Elizabeth watched in intense arousal and fascination as Jack continued to rock his hips forward, rutting as deeply as Anamaria’s body would allow him to. The lady pirate rolled her hips in time with Jack, arching in a sylphlike, sensual manner.

The bedroom was suddenly alive with a plethora of moans and other sinful noises. Will’s husky tenor drifting toward Elizabeth’s ears as she continued to engulf him with her mouth. Jack’s rusty growl of a baritone, sneaking out in hard grunts every now and then as he crashed into Anamaria. Anamaria’s feathery gasps and panting, a silvery sound, weaving in and out of the male chords. And then Elizabeth herself who was purring, the sound reverberating maddeningly against Will’s engorged flesh.

It was Anamaria who reached her peak first. The languid rhythm of her hips became more punctuated but less controlled and her moans subtly rose in volume until they were cries. This prompted Jack’s thrusts to become even harder but more even until he wasn’t so much thrusting as rolling his hips against the woman’s backside. The motion had Anamaria trembling and Elizabeth watched as her expression morphed into one of absolute euphoria. The younger woman couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of jealousy, that she had such an experienced lover and Elizabeth herself did not. But guilt soon overwhelmed her and she reminded herself that she was perfectly happy with Will.

It was not long until Will himself was crying out and Elizabeth was shocked when the hot, musky burst male seed filled her mouth. She did the othinthing that occurred to her and swallowed it as Will continued to thrust hard into her mouth. He fell limp against the bed sheets a moment later, breathlessly thanking his wife and stroking her hair gratefully as his eyes closed blissfully.

Elizabeth, however, was busy watching Jack come to a finish as his movements became different. This time they were not so much for Anamaria’s benefit as his own. When finally he did tense with a short grunt, he pulled away and flipped Anamaria onto her back with such ease it almost made Elizabeth gasp. Situating himself so that he could straddle her upper body, he reached down to lift her head off of the bed. With more obedience than anyone would have thought her capable of, the lady pirate took his length into her mouth and suckled him as before. Jack smiled, though the expression was quickly replaced with a much more intense look of gratitude a moment later as he spilled into her mouth with a low purr.



Elizabeth watched a moment longer before creeping up toward Will’s ear and whispering: “Take me that way, Will. Like Jack took Anamaria,” she pleaded.



Will’s dark eyes opened in astonishment which quickly clouded to become an expression of ineptitude. Shaking his head he murmured, “I-- can’t. …but Jack can,” he added a little more firmly.



At this, the pirate lifted his head from where it had fallen after he rolled off of Anamaria. Even the lady pirate stared at Will in shock. In fact, everyone was now looking at Will in surprise.

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(A/N: Sorry for the delay, kittens. But hopefully you’ll enjoy this. I enjoyed writing it. In the future there will most likely be Jack/Eliz, Ana/Will, and yes, Jack/Will. So I’ll try to get my butt in gear on that)