In The Nick Of Time

First things first: Thank you Unknownsoldier—glad you approve and hope you continue too. Thank you Ziva—yes, Jack can be sweet, but he’s not quite that in this chapter.;-) Thank you Moe Sparrow—hope this chapter is “hot” too…and oh look, they’ve done ‘something!’lol Thank you Desiring Pirates—I always appreciate knowing when something I’ve written doesn’t quite make sense! I hope I’ve cleared things up in this chapter. Always feel free to be critical! Thank you HeartJD—crueeeeel am I? Hmm…pirate! Just kidding.lol Onto to secondary things: I love to write these scenes, and I love even more for these scenes to be felt and not just read, so this will be spread over a few chapters…bear with me, and of course, let me know what you think! Okay, last thing: Enjoy Chapter 8!

Jack was one to never let an opportunity pass by him, and this he began to see, was just that, and a great one! It had been awkward at first, for as he’d been so accustomed to whores, his endowment was never much of a consideration. But he couldn’t…intrude himself upon Elizabeth like she was some whore. For one thing, he loved Elizabeth, and therefore wanted to show her the utmost of respect and tenderness. For another, she was such a small framed little thing, just to look at her had worried Jack about hurting her even when he’d assumed she and the whelp had…but still, she certainly wasn’t built to accommodate Captain Sparrow’s…standards. And lastly, and most prominently, was that Elizabeth on top of being such a tiny little thing, she and the whelp never had…Elizabeth was a virgin…that affliction alone required much patience and care on Jack’s part, let alone what it meant to try to fit what he had into her…or fit her around it, more applicably. He’d have not stopped himself if her body were at least used to being molded by a man’s, but to have her first be a good, solid, nine inches? Jack was afraid he’d…break the mould! Granted, piracy did suggest Jack had some sadistic tendencies, and he’d agree they were there, but no, he wanted no part of inflicting pain like that upon his Elizabeth, particularly not when they were attempting to become closer. But there was something they could do…several ‘somethings’ in fact. This was a wonderful educational opportunity!

Elizabeth was still touching him through his breeches, her eyes looking up at him imploringly, making it impossible for him to back down now. He put a hand on her head and stroked his fingers through her hair. Why disappoint her wholly? “Has to be a gradual thing, love. Savvy?” He asked her.

Elizabeth smiled, nodded. “I’m not going anywhere, Jack.” Yes! They were going to do it…weren’t they?

Jack stroked his fingers through her hair again then tilted her head up so that they looked eye to eye. He only hoped he didn’t shock her with what he had planned; had she ever heard of such things as he was about to suggest? “Do ye trust me, Lizzie?” He asked, and there was such a fog like ambition in his dark eyes that Elizabeth thought she felt their stare becoming heavier and heavier.

“Aye, Jack, I do.” She breathed, for some reason feeling herself shiver as if she were nervous, but why?

Jack leaned down and kissed her, holding her face in his hands, slipping his tongue between her lips slowly, elongating every languid move of his lips over hers, deepening the kiss with such unhurriedness that Elizabeth’s desire rose to overtake him in her need. She rubbed her lips against his hastily, sucked at his tongue and tried to circle it with hers, but Jack put an end to her ministrations. His hand held her jaw firmly so that she had to be still, and he quickly regained the slow, maddening pace he’d begun. Elizabeth could swear she heard Jack’s voice in her head telling her, “let me kiss ye” and so she did, realizing now that whatever came next, she did so under his command.

Jack’s mouth closed and they parted briefly to steal another breath, and then he brought her up to him on her feet and kissed her again, still slowly, his tongue in her mouth, stroking hers until it began to tickle, but he wouldn’t let her move away from it, and held her to him until her body shook. When they parted this time, Jack smiled, kissed her neck a few times until she softly moaned in his ear, and then he gently pushed her back down his body to her knees.

Whatever was next, Elizabeth wanted it. She slid slowly down Jack’s developed upper body, kissing his bare skin and sucking at it, stopping long enough to kiss his hard nipple, felt him wince in pleasure and grunt, and so she touched her warm tongue to it and traced it.

Jack’s eyes closed, his head dropped back and he clamped his hands to her shoulders, wanting her to linger here for a bit longer. “I be a man, Lizzie, treat me a bit rougher than that!” He urged, his big cock surging within his breeches again.

Rougher? She drew his rigid peak into her mouth and sucked hard, Jack exhaled sharply, pressed his body more to hers demandingly. Not enough? Dare she bite him? Tentatively Elizabeth took his nipple between her teeth, Jack’s muscles tensed anxiously. Her hand that had been at his hip climbed his muscled chest once more and she took his other nipple between her fingers. Gently, she nipped at him, releasing him immediately, only to hear him groan her name and then press her head against him. Yes, that was what he’d wanted her to do. Once more she worried his nipple with her teeth while pinching and pulling at the other with her hand.

Jack fought for breath, impressed with the initiative she’d shown in incorporating her hand in this too. A magnificent feeling of cold spread throughout his body with the tingles her doings brought, invigorating him, making the head of his cock throb. It was time to stop her, and interest her further south. Softly, he lifted her head, stooped to kiss her again, and then guided her farther down his body, stopping her at his groin. She looked up at him, desire shining in her eyes, but awaiting his instruction. “Ye know how to undue buttons, love?” He smiled, for she’d announced her virginity when he’d only two left to go.

Elizabeth could see that which made him a man only inches before her, staunch within it’s fabric casing, engorged, menacing. Could such a thing fit within her, she wondered, now feeling a bit nervous and glad that Jack had been inclined to wait…for whatever it was that waiting would do to help this situation. Carefully, as if not to disturb the bulging monster, her fingers found one of the still fastened buttons within his fly. She’d wanted so badly to see him and hold him within her hand before, but now she trembled. It had been different when it was Jack freeing himself, but now it was upon her…undressing him, pulling his garments from his sex and his sex from his garments, while he watched her. Her past desire for him hadn’t felt as real as it did now, and that, she figured was what those dark, smoldering, kohl rimmed eyes wanted to see.

The front of his breeches were unsurprisingly tight, she had to fight to grasp the button, but when she did and lifted it against the hole which fastened it, it slipped out quickly, seemed to burst open beneath her fingers. Jack gave a slight groan, closed his eyes for a split second, then opened them again, peering down at her once more. She drew a shuddering breath and sought the final button, biting her lip for fear that Jack may see it quiver, with what she wasn’t sure. Her knuckles nestled against something a bit softer as she slid the button through its hole, but it gave Jack no less pleasure and he breathed heavily as his breeches finally yielded to the tension behind them and popped open.

Jack groaned in some relief, feeling his cock unbending now and shifting to his open fly, towards Elizabeth’s fingers that searched for it. She was looking for the slit she knew should be in his underclothes, and he was tempted to reach down and help her, but he refrained. She’d seemed comfortable and unashamed in how she wanted him, and he so desperately hoped she’d always be that way. Suddenly he felt her fingers at the very base of root, the dark coils of hair around it curling over her nails, and he groaned again and unconsciously thrust himself closer.

Elizabeth had never touched anything like this before. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, amazed at how smooth and soft it felt in her hands. She’d expected something of a wooden texture, unbending and tough, but this gave way when she gently tugged upon it, bringing it nearer to her view. She could see the root of it, crowned with nearly black curls, and a vein, big and blue, which ran up the shaft. Her fingers followed it upwards, grasping more of his long shaft, hearing Jack gasping and feeling him shivering against her. Had he been only a bit thicker her fingers would not have met around him, and it seemed her hand traveled forever up the stalk of him, searching for an end. She could see more of him now, noted a distinct line, like a seam, that ran up the underside of his penis and down to something she couldn’t yet see. His organ jerked in her hand as she pulled him through his open fly, her fingers coming upon a ridge covered in smooth, soft, skin, and then she felt something round within her grasp, and Jack was all but hyperventilating when her hand closed around it to bring it out of his breeches.

Finally, his erection stood free before her, straining back towards his chest as Jack breathed heavily. Elizabeth ran her hands the length of him lightly, marveling at him, he was beautiful! His shaft was smooth and long, almost as long as Jack’s own foot, and there were veins that throbbed along the sides of it. The egg shaped and sized head of his organ had swollen out of his smooth foreskin, and the bright pink glans was sticky with his secretions. Below his lengthy shaft were two big round testicles that hung low in his tightening scrotum, only a few dark hairs covering it. The sight was enough to make her want to lie back across the bed with her legs spread wide, but Jack seemed to have other ideas in his head.

Elizabeth couldn’t stop staring at the gun between Jack’s thighs, and his hand suddenly appeared into her view, gripping himself around the shaft, sliding his hand forward and encompassing the large head of his big cock, not hiding the shudder it caused to come over him. She wanted to make him react like that; Jack read it in her eyes.

“Gimme yer hand, Lizzie,” he whispered. “I’ll teach ye all about what I am.”

“Show me,” she whispered back, both of their breathing too shallow now to speak in normal tones. She put her hand in Jack’s and he wrapped her fingers around the underside of his shaft. “I want to know everything, Jack.”

Jack smiled and guided her hand up and down his shaft, covering it with his, teaching her to stroke him, and doing his best not to give into the sensations of orgasm that climbed higher and higher. He suppressed the moan in his throat, letting go of her hand now, for she knew what to do, how fast and how firmly. “Everything?” he asked her through hooded eyes, staying his body from teaching her all to soon. “Do ye know what cumming is, love?”

Had he said that? Was he already that near doing so? Was it because of her hands upon him? Elizabeth shuddered at the thought, felt a sudden urge to put her mouth on him that she never would have expected. “Yes,” she answered him, and without thinking she had begun to rub his shaft faster, squeezing the head of his cock a little more than she had before. She felt Jack thrust back against her hand and he leaned forward, grabbing one of her shoulders.

“Ye can stop that now, Lizzie.” He said breathlessly, “it feels too good.” He added, trying to gather himself again.

She let go of his anxious organ, expecting it jump spastically from her hand. She was disappointed that he’d asked her to stop, she’d wanted to see what happened when a man ‘came.’ She understood there was a release of sperm, but what did such a thing look like? As well, she was dying to bring Jack that amount of pleasure! “But I thought you wanted to—“

“Not like that, love.” Jack’s breath was still ragged. He must suggest this next bit carefully as not to startle her or turn her favor against him. He knew not what she understood about oral sex, if she understood it all. “Lizzie, do ye know what yer kisses bring me?”

Did he want her to kiss him? Should she stand up again? She didn’t want to! Elizabeth smiled, it was after all a compliment. “Are you in need of a kiss, Jack?”

He smiled back, she showed no signs of being overwhelmed. “I be in need of yer mouth, love.” Jack told her on a husky exhale of air, cupping her cheek and lightly brushing her lips with his thumb. “Yer sweet, sweet mouth,” he drew her closer, her eyes hazy with want to please him. “Yer lips,” he took his cock in his other hand, applying gentle pressure to Elizabeth’s jaw but was delighted when she parted her lips on her own. “Yer tongue,” Jack continued, further testing her by tracing his big glans over her lips. Her mouth opened. His smile broadened. He pushed the head of his bulky cock into her warm, wet mouth, and Elizabeth took it more than willingly. “Make me cum, love.” He gasped, feeling her tongue touch against his glans in exploration as she tried to adjust to him. “Make me cum.”

He tasted of salt and something she couldn’t place, his glans was slippery in her mouth. She only held it, and was still trying to think of what she should do to please him. She knew only how it made him moan and gasp whenever she applied easy pressure to the head of his cock, and so she slipped her tongue beneath it, dropping her jaw to accommodate his size better, and pushed up against the underneath side of his glans. To her surprise this had more of an effect on Jack than anything else had yet. He let out a scorching sound like water hitting hot iron and she felt his knees buckle against her breasts. His hands suddenly were at the back of her head, and he’d pushed himself deeper into her mouth, going almost to the back of her throat.

He was inside her! That thought alone set something between her legs pulsating, even though nothing touched her there, and even though this was not an activity Elizabeth had ever foreseen undertaking with him. She could feel those two blue veins pounding against her tongue, he was taking up all the room in her mouth, hard and heavy, his body a quiver; she adored this! She wanted to see his face, glanced upwards, having to tilt her head up as she did, and Jack groaned again, highly pleasured. Elizabeth would have smiled could her mouth have born it, she’d figured out the secret to doing this!

Her rhythm was awkward at first, her head bobbing up and down as if she expected Jack to set some pace, but he was too lost in the feeling to follow directly. Finally he laid a hand upon her shoulder, guiding her.

“Like the sea, love,” he gasped to her. “Like the pitch and fall of the waves.”

Now she understood, and took charge, leaving Jack to stand and moan as she ravished him. She’d learned how to rise up on him, letting him slip almost out of her mouth, tightening her lips around his coronal ridge just before he was pulled free of her mouth, making Jack groan, and then to suck him back into her mouth again, pressing her tongue against the spot he so enjoyed having touched on the underside of his glans. She’d gotten so comfortable servicing him in this way, and enjoyed the sounds he made so much, she began to get creative, sometimes altering her up and down rhythm by rotating her head clockwise or counter so, allowing his big organ to slide all around in her warm mouth. She’d found it much easier to pleasure him this way if she held him by the shaft, for she couldn’t fit his entire length and girth within her mouth anyway. Jack didn’t seem to mind, he was quite the contrary, so out of breath he couldn’t even speak, but only tangle his hands in her light brown hair and press himself to her.

There was a tightness growing in Jack’s groin muscles and creeping up his body now. Every time Elizabeth pressed her tongue to his frenulum he was certain she milked a few drops of pre orgasmic fluid from him. Now his balls were tight along with his groin, his shaft beginning to broaden as the veins swelled and pulsed, and his glans throbbed like it wanted to explode. He wanted to thrust, to fuck her mouth, to fuck anything, but he didn’t. In fact, now would be the opportune moment to tell her to let him slip from her mouth, he was about to cum, she’d accomplished the task he’d set her upon, but she wasn’t required to swallow him. Oh did this feel so good though…his cock, a mass of ticklish tension, growing larger and larger inside her supple, warm, wet mouth, and her tongue continuously nudging the underside of his glans, keeping contact with his frenulum, making it impossible for Jack to tell himself he didn’t want her to swallow him.

Elizabeth had sensed something, for Jack’s body was in such a state, and he’d groaned, gasped, growled and moaned he name so many times, so gutturally, that now his lips formed the words “Lizzie” but no sound came from his mouth. And she couldn’t deny the thumping beast she sucked and worried with her tongue as it grew, tension building more and more within it. Jack was at his peak, she knew it, wasn’t about to relinquish him now!

She wasn’t sure what came first, the cry from Jack’s lips, or the sharp spurt of hot fluid which slid down her throat before she could even register a taste of it. Jack cried out again, and then held her against him, forcing what he could into her mouth, careful not to choke her as another jet of seamen fired from his aching balls, then another, and another. Elizabeth could scarcely breathe, but did her best not to move, not to ruin this for Jack. She could feel his release, but there was no taste at all, he was too deep in her throat.
Jack’s body gave up one last shot, his cock shook and began to relax, his muscles loosening, his breathing easing up. Elizabeth looked up at him; her mouth must have been tired. He withdrew himself, she’s fought to keep him in her mouth, surprising him and making the lustful fire Jack thought had just been extinguished flicker once more. He felt a little dizzy though, he hadn’t expected her to take to that as well as she had. He tucked himself back within his breeches then turned and collapsed in his rack, beckoning Elizabeth to join him where he lay.

“I love you, Jack.” She smiled, laying her head to his chest as his arm closed over her. She was drunk with the power that making him cum had left her with.

Don’t thank her…whores get a thank you…say something else. “Lizzie,” he groaned again and smiled, but nothing else followed, he just leaned his head down and kissed her, sucking her tongue until there was no more taste of himself there. They would wait before he attempted to enter her, but there was still much preparation for that to be done. His body was spent for a little while, but Jack was hungry again. He rolled her above him as they kissed, feeling her pleasantly moistened crotch against his. Yes, he could focus on her now, ready her to one day take him as her love in full. He broke the kiss, bared her breasts to his view again and smiled. “Yer next!”