Fic: The Souvenir
Title: The Souvenir
Author: Kaija West
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: (er, grouping, I guess) Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Summary: Jack and Will return from a little vacation in Singapore with a gift for Elizabeth.
Disclaimer: Not mine, bla bla bla...
Notes: Um, the "gift" ... yeah I dunno if anything like that really existed but I think it's not too unreasonable. Hell, for all I know things like that were best-sellers back then! I'm sure I'm not the first person to make something like that up, but hopefully it's not too common.
Crossposted previously to pirategasm and polyfic. Sorry if any of you are getting this again but I wasn't aware of this community before.
“And here I was thinking you’d seen everything,” Will said with a smirk and a light shove at Jack’s shoulder. The two pirates made their way through the busy port city, headed for the docks.
After five days in Singapore, Will was convinced it would take him several lifetimes to see and experience all that Jack had in his years of travels. On the other hand, the last five days had been most … educational and exciting.
“Will, my boy, have you learned nothing in the past days?”
“More than I ever thought possible,” Will said sincerely.
“Then you should also have realized that there’ll forever be things for ol’ Jack to discover.” Jack slung a casual arm over Will’s shoulders as they walked. “The day I’ve seen it all is th’ day I stop livin’.”
“Then we shall endeavor to keep you forever entertained,” Will said, his arm naturally encircling Jack’s waist.
“You jus’ might be able to do that, mate,” Jack replied with a lecherous grin. “An’ seen things again, fer yer first time, makes it seem like new t’ me as well.”
“You know, I never knew about that trick with the candles,” Will said, recalling one of their more exotic evening romps of the previous days. He could still feel the tingling burn everywhere the wax had dripped when he thought about it. He could smell the scented oils, feel the cool silk sheets beneath his back, a sharp contrast to the expertly wielded drips of burning wax, dripping closer and closer…
“You really did like tha’ one, didn’t ye?” Jack asked, breaking Will out of his thoughts. “Not too fussy on the corsets though, eh?” he questioned, remembering the young man’s embarrassment.
With a violent shake of his head, Will stated, “No, I think that’s most decidedly the first and last time I try THAT out.”
“’s an aquired taste I s’pose,” Jack remarked. “Didn’t ruin ye on the whole place, did it?” He certainly hoped not. Will already refused to join him in Tortuga ever again. Maybe that was just as well though, them spending some time apart for a few days at a time when ever they docked there. But Jack would have been most disappointed if Will refused to return to Singapore with him ever again. They’d certainly made the most of their time ashore, and Jack was more than eager to repeat their little holiday again sometime. It had made for some excellent alone time, away-
“Certainly not!” Will said, yanking Jack from the planning of their next vacation in his head. There was a time not so long ago when Will would have been offended at the mere mention of some of the activities they’d enjoyed. Every now and again he had to take a moment to think back and wonder at just how different he’d become since joining with Jack - in more ways than one.
“Pleased to hear it, Luv. Yes, there’s depravity here you just can’t find anywhere else in th’ world,” Jack said as he stepped over a common drunk, passed out in the street. “Believe me on that one.”
Despite the city’s common exterior, Will knew that was indeed the truth. Upon their first arrival, he’d pointed out that it looked not that different than any of the numerous other ports they’d docked in before. Jack had spent the next five days and nights convincing Will that that was not at all the case. Will was now thoroughly convinced and nearly worn out. He was quite sure there wasn’t a drop of cum still inside him, but then he’d thought the same thing two nights ago, until Jack had pulled out the feathers and…
“So we’ll be headed back this way again then?” Will asked eagerly.
“Without doubt,” Jack confirmed. “But now I must see my lady. I already miss th’ way she bucks under my hands, groans in delight, the feel of her rounded-“
“Of course you miss the Pearl, Jack.”
“Yeah … the Pearl, right,” Jack said, half-teasingly.
“Because I know you wouldn’t speak of my innocent, darling wife that way,” Will said, suppressing a smile.
“Oh no, musn’t be so terribly coarse when referring to our little Swan, though she’s no longer a swan anymore than she is innocent really, wouldn’t you say Mr. Turner?”
“True,” Will admitted.
They’d left Elizabeth on board the Black Pearl five days ago. She’d claimed to be feeling poorly, and while the moon denied it, said their little trip into Singapore was, “ill-timed” for her given the type of adventure. Both Will and Jack hadn’t believed her for a second, but most graciously accepted her proposal that they go on without her.
“And since she’s not so innocent,” Jack continued, “I expect she’ll be most pleased with our gift.”
Will glanced down at the wrapped box in his hand. “I hope so. You don’t think she’ll be … offended, do you, Jack?”
“Offended?” Jack waved his hand around in an extravagant, dismissive gesture, just barely missing swatting Will in the nose. “Baffled, maybe.”
“Yes, I’m sure she’s never seen something like this before,” Will said, again wondering if it might not have been a better idea to pick her up a nice bracelet instead.
“She’ll figure it out. Or perhaps she’ll allow a hand to be leant.”
“Then what are we doing here?” Will said, pulling away from Jack, feeling his strength and libido returning instantly at the thought of helping Elizabeth with her new present. Jack watched for a moment as Will took off, running to the docks with all the restraint he’d come to expect from the eager youth. Shaking his head briefly, Jack followed after him, feeling his own pace quicken at the thought of seeing both his “ladies” again.
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While Jack “bonded” with his ship and spoke with the crew, Will hurried into the cabin where he knew Elizabeth was likely waiting. Not disappointed, he found his wife right where he’d left her. Unfortunately, she didn’t appear to be in as good a spirits as she’d been when he and Jack departed five days ago.
Seeing her pout, Will dropped the wrapped gift on the table, forgotten. He quickly walked over to the bed and pulled his less than pleased looking wife into his arms. She didn’t resist.
“Elizabeth! Are you alright? What is it?” Will asked, alarm clear in his voice.
“Yes, Will, I’m fine,” Elizabeth answered, a touch of irritation in her voice. “I just got rather … bored here.”
“I’m sorry,” Will said. He pulled back enough that while he still held her in his arms, he could rest his forehead against hers. “I knew we shouldn’t have left you for so long.”
“No, it’s all right. I told you two to go. I’ll just have to get used to it I guess,” Elizabeth said reluctantly.
“I’ll talk to Jack. Ask him to sail for Tortuga, give us a few days alone together. Would that make you feel better?” Will asked, looking Elizabeth in the eyes, worriedly.
Elizabeth had spent the first two days in the mens’ absence enjoying the peace and quite. She’d spent the third getting bored and, despite the company of a few crew members, rather lonely. She’d spent the last two days regretting her decision to encourage Jack and Will to go enjoy themselves together without her.
But all that was momentarily forgotten as she looked into the big, sincere, almost pleading eyes of her husband. She’d let him leave a thousand times with Jack if it meant he’d return and look at her like that - like she was the most important thing in the world, like she was, in fact, the only thing in the world-
The quiet moment between spouses was quickly ruined when one pirate captain came bursting in the door, flopping down onto the bed, effectively placing himself between them.
“Miss us, Luv?” Jack asked with a toothy grin before rolling over and pulling Elizabeth into a deep kiss. As he felt her slowly open to him, Jack snaked a hand into her soft hair, gently pulling her closer. His other hand wandered its way down Will’s chest, clumsily and blindly undoing buttons as he went, stroking the smooth, muscled skin beneath.
When they finally came up for air, Jack noticed that Elizabeth seemed just a bit miffed about something, not entirely into the kiss.
“W’as a matter, Lizzie? Ye angry ye didn’t come with us then?”
Will wondered briefly whether Jack had been listening in. He doubted it. It was funny that he felt most threatened by Jack’s relationship with his wife was when the pirate read her better than he did. For not the first time, Will reminded himself that Jack had far more years of experience when it came to women so it was only natural that the older man be better at guessing what when through her mind at times. Still, it stung in a way that Will was never comfortable with.
“Maybe a little, Jack,” Elizabeth admitted. “Although from your stories I suppose it was no place for a lady.”
“No, it really isn’t,” Jack admitted. While he might joke about Elizabeth no longer being innocent, Jack still thought of her very much that way. He didn’t act as though he needed to protect her from the world (after all, that was her husband’s job, or so Will thought anyway) but there was something about Singapore, a certain jaded debauchery, that he wanted her to have nothing to do with. Jack wouldn’t deny that he was responsible for making Elizabeth into a more freespirit in pretty much every sense of the word, but at the same time he felt a duty to keep her from some things. He might not wear a ring, nor did he have a title, but Jack felt bound to her in many ways. At times, that sense of commitment, of caring, led him to treat her as precious and innocent. Jack had met too many hardened women who’d seen too much, been through too many of the wrong things, and the thought of Elizabeth ever turning into that made him nearly ill. He had corrupted her in so many ways, but teaching her to shoot a gun and sail a ship were not the same as pulling her into parlors and brothels. The three of them tangled in a bed, making love, wasn’t the same as screwing on display in public establishments. And, while Jack had in many ways come to see Elizabeth as an equal in their triangular relationship of sorts, he still refused to see her corrupted. She may have left her place in polite society behind, but Jack still saw her as a lady, no matter how many sarcastic and teasing comments to the contrary he made.
Will on the other hand … well, the corruption of Will had been a pleasure and a given. Jack didn’t regret a moment of what they’d done either with Elizabeth or outside of her company. Except maybe for that time with the whip, manacles and the butter…
“But listen, next port we’ll all go, make a good time of it. I know a few places in th’ area that’d cater nicely to us. ALL of us.” Jack offered. He could still see something in Elizabeth’s expression that told him they were not totally forgiven. He spied the box on the table. “Will got you a prezzie!” Jack said pointing.
Will, who had still been brooding on how Jack was able to figure what upset Elizabeth more easily than himself, nodded.
“An I bet it’ll come in handy should you ever find yerself being too long neglected,” Jack said, giving his best puppy dog eyes before ducking to plant several soft kisses on Elizabeth’s cleavage.
After a moment, Will found himself being stared at by two expectant pairs of eyes. Seeing as Jack and Elizabeth were still more or less twinned together, Will realized that they were expecting him to go retrieve the gift. For a moment, he considered taking it and tossing it right out the door and into the harbor. He still wasn’t at all sure what his wife’s reaction would be, and he thought better the gift in advance than himself taking a dip as a result of her retaliation. He silently cursed Jack for talking him into buying it.
They’d spotted it in a shop (though Will used the term lightly as he really was at a loss to classify most of the places Jack had taken him) and once they had been shown what it could do, Jack had insisted they buy it. Will had protested that they really had no use for such a thing, but Jack had said it wasn’t for them, it was for Elizabeth. That had only further confused Will; though, rather than admit it, he simply agreed with Jack, and they bought it). At first, he still couldn’t really see the use in it for Elizabeth, particularly when she had both of them at her disposal, but after a couple more days in Singapore (especially one night in a smoky, dark, and dizzying brothel) Will now understood just why Jack had insisted it was a fine gift for Elizabeth.
What now bothered Will was explaining this to his wife. After getting up and retrieving the box, Will sat on the end of the bed, facing Jack and Elizabeth. He wordlessly handed the gift to her, dreading her reaction.
Elizabeth loved presents. Jack loved treasure. Will loved watching them get these things, but what he did not like was waiting to see their reaction if he wasn’t sure it would be positive.
As Elizabeth unwrapped the package Jack gave Will a reassuring, if somewhat lecherous, wink.
As she pulled out the gift, Will began nervously explaining, “You see, Elizabeth, it’s used by …,” he stopped. Trying again, he hurriedly said, “See, when Jack and I aren’t here, you can, um … use it, that is, put it…” Will had turned an amusing shade of scarlet when Jack finally decided to be merciful and take over explaining.
Jack ran his hand over the long wooden object, his hands sliding over Elizabeth’s own. “You can use it just like you use us, luv.”
Will watched his wife’s face; her expression was unreadable. His eyes drew away for a moment to watch as his lovers slowly stroked up and down the fake cock; large, rough hands smoothing over small, delicate ones. Will let out a little groan in spite of himself, remembering just how it felt the first time he’d enjoyed those twin sensations on his own member, stroking him together.
Will began feeling more confident since it appeared his wife wasn’t offended by the gift they’d chosen. In fact, she seemed fascinated by it. Her short nails and gentle fingertips glided up and down its length, feeling the sanded-smooth wood, dipping into the grooves around its sides, teasing the end by circling it with a single digit before resuming her path, while Jack’s hand encircled the base, slowly moving up and down the other end of its length.
“You see, Elizabeth, a woman can … get … can,” Will started, but began tripping in his renewed embarrassment.
“Can climax, hun,” Jack said softly, pressing his lips into her soft hair.
“Yes, and you see, with this, you could … do that even when we’re not here,” Will finished quickly, proud of himself for getting through it.
Elizabeth’s hands abruptly ceased their travels. With a huff, she disentangled herself from where she’d been lounging against Jack, leaving the gift in his hands.
Getting up from the bed and facing the men, she said, “Do you two think I was born under a rock? Or that I continue to live under one? Hmm?”
Will blinked and looked over to Jack in surprised confusion. Seeing a similar look of confusion on his face, Will realized that Elizabeth’s words were just as unexpected by the other man. In the small part of his mind that wasn’t totally focused on his wife, Will was secretly pleased by Jack’s confusion. Perhaps the man wasn’t so perfect at reading his wife after all.
“Elizabeth-“ Will began, ready to apologize, though he wasn’t exactly certain what for yet.
She held up a hand to stop him. “I may have been born the daughter of a governor, and I may have been sheltered,” she said the word with disgust, “but I know what a women can do without men around. And I’ve no need of that to do so,” she said, pointing at the wooden cock now resting in Jack’s limp hands.
“So you hate it then. I knew we shouldn’t have bought it,” Will said, now more disappointed than nervous.
“I didn’t say that,” she said, coming over to place a hand on her husband’s shoulder. She knew his feelings could be rather easily hurt (not that he’d ever admit it) and while it angered her when the two men treated her like some sheltered virgin, Elizabeth knew she should have been more tactful with regard to their efforts.
“Lizzy, Luv, ‘s only cause yer so precious to us tha’ we forget sometimes. You still seem like the perfect lady even though we know you’re a right devil in the sack,” Jack said, somehow successfully pairing puppy dog eyes with a wolfish grin. “We felt sorry fer leavin’ ye behind while we wen’ an’ sowed our oats an’ thought maybe if you ‘ad this fer another time…”
“A much short time when we left you again,” Will added, big eyes full of hope that he was still in his wife’s good graces after his apparent blunder.
“Five days was too long. I’m sorry, Lizzy. If we’re to be away that length of time we’d best be bringing you wif us,” Jack said.
Elizabeth now felt like a bitch. She really hadn’t meant to be so irritable with them. Maybe it was the five days of pent up sexual tension. Though she hadn’t been lying when she said she knew how to take care of things in a man’s absence, she wasn’t really prone to doing so often. Although, with their new gift…
“No, Jack, it’s my fault. I should have told you I thought it too long, or met you in port. I just wanted you to have some time alone, the way Will and I do when you’re in Tortuga.”
“Oh, so THAT’S why you never want to go into Tortuga anymore!” Jack said to Will with exaggerated comprehension. He’d long since figured out that the spouses enjoyed some time alone and was more than happy to give them that while he partied in Tortuga.
“Well, I was going to tell you, Jack-“ Will started.
Jack waved him off.
“Yes, well all the same, I think we should come to some kind of arrangement whereby we set an amount of time for these trips apart,” Elizabeth proposed. Jack looked unimpressed and wary. “Say, three days. If the other two don’t return then the third can come looking.”
Jack looked to Will who seemed to be in agreement with Elizabeth’s idea.
“Do we have an accord then?” Elizabeth asked with a grin.
“Aye, we do,” Jack said, shaking her hand after quickly making a decision.
“Hello, I’m here too,” Will pointed out half jokingly. “Do I get no say in this at all?”
“We’re you really going to go up against your wife’s lovely idea?” Jack asked, baiting Will.
“No,” Will admitted.
Jack said something, covering it with a fake cough.
“I don’t believe I heard that Jack,” Will said.
Rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips, Elizabeth decided to cut short their teasing play-fighting. “Three days apart it is then.”
“Three days,” Will confirmed.
“Three days an’ then it’s fair game fer interruptions of the most pleasant kind,” Jack said, already imagining surprising them when they next docked in Tortguga for a time.
“I suppose if I’m to be alone for these three day stretches I might have use for this,” Elizabeth said, giving Will a wicked look from under her lashes as her hand trailed up Jack’s leg and over his crotch to end up at his hands. She lightly fingered the imitation cock, watching as Will’s face flushed and he swallowed audibly. She knew how intensely erotic he found it when she put on a show for him with Jack, but apparently even touching his gift was enough to get the young man’s blood pumping.
“And you ‘aven’t even seen the best part yet,” Jack said, a sly look on his face.
Elizabeth sat down on the bed, midway between where Jack was still lounging against the head and where Will was perched at the foot.
Jack pulled a very fine chain from the end of the pretend cock. It was long, almost a yard, and polished to a silvery shine. When he released it, the string was slowly pulled back into the wood, one little jerk at a time, making the toy twitch and shake.
Elizabeth touched it as it jittered in Jack’s hands, felt it shake under her fingers.
Jack remembered the way Will had seemed similarly fascinated with it when they’d first been shown it in the shop. While he’d been intending to pick up something similar for Elizabeth, Jack had not expected to find such an interesting and potentially exciting device. As he imagined just what pleasures Elizabeth might find in such an item,Will had been eagerly talking with the craftsman, wanting to know how the thing worked. Jack had half listened as the older man explained that he’d been a clock maker at one point in his life (though that had clearly been some time ago if his lacy dress, heavy make up, and current surroundings were anything to go by). He’d used gears, like those in a clock, as well and springs and miniature pulleys so that as the chain retracted, it caused the wooden cock to vibrate. Will had thought it ingenious design, but Jack had been far more interested in its “practical” applications. He could only imagine what Will thought its use was since, at the time, the young man had not recognized the item for just what it was.
Glancing over at Will, Jack knew the boy was no longer interested in the workings of Elizabeth’s new gift. Though he was not the object of the whelp’s current look of lust, Jack enjoyed the sight just the same.
Taking the twitching wooden cock from Jack, Elizabeth shooed the captain from his place sitting beside her. Still caressing the toy teasingly, she said, “You two did without me for three days, a little longer won’t kill you.” Smiling overly sweetly at the two men, she barely resisted the urge to laugh at the look of disappointment in Jack’s eyes as he did as she’d gestured and sat beside Will at the foot of the bed. He looked like a puppy who’d just been kicked when he realized that she wasn’t going to let him join her just yet. Elizabeth always got a thrill out of making the two wait, especially her husband. She almost gave in when she saw Will looked about ready to explode or lunge across the bed and ravage her, but then she remembered the advantages of making him wait. Will was naturally a gentle and considerate lover, but if she made him wait long enough, denied him and teased him to just the right point, she could make him lose that rigid control he had over himself. As much as she adored his soft caresses and slow, deep thrusts, there was nothing quite like getting him to the point where he’d take her with the harsh, relentless abandon that followed too long a wait.
The three never followed any sort of order in their lovemaking or sex, but frequently Elizabeth and Jack would begin things, leaving Will to watch. She’d felt almost guilty at first, but Will had explained to her later, when they were all sweaty and spent after a particularly enjoyable session, that watching them had made him harder than he’d ever been in his life. She knew her husband loved to watch, and yet, she knew that in a way he loathed it as well. Their little love triangle’s weakest point was Will, there was no doubt of that. Though they had never made any mention of it, Jack and Elizabeth did not have sex without Will around.
Elizabeth had gone one afternoon to talk to Jack about that, when their “relationship” had been new. She’d been about to say that the two of them would have to tread lightly when it came to Will and being together in his absence, when Jack had beat her to it. They both knew Will found the situation somewhat harder to accept than they had. Deciding to limit their bedroom activities (though, come to think of it said activities were not always limited TO said bedroom, as it were) to only when Will was with them seemed like a good idea, at least until Will became more comfortable with the idea that not only did Jack and Elizabeth share him, they also shared each other.
So, at times, Elizabeth wondered whether Will was really happy watching her and Jack, wondered if perhaps that burning in his eyes was more than lust. When he finally hit his limit and could wait no longer to join them, some part of her wondered if it was only passion that fueled thrusts and bites, or if there wasn’t perhaps some anger and frustration behind his actions as well.
Had she been asked before they started into this shared love what who would find it the most difficult to deal with, she’d have assumed it would be her. Quickly though, she had begun to realize it wasn’t she who had the most trouble reconciling their relationship, nor was it Jack (though had that been the case she’d have been shocked - Jack may have some trouble letting go and sharing when it came to treasure or his ship, but otherwise he was more than comfortable with the arrangement).
Elizabeth made a mental note to speak with Will on things, see if he was still adjusting to the arrangement alright, when they had some alone time again next time the Pearl docked in Tortuga.
Looking down at the wooden cock in her hands, she felt it stop twitching. She finished teasing it, ending with one short, but well manicured nail resting on its tip, and looked up to find her men just where she had left them. Jack would wait all night if he had to, enjoying anything she would do for him to watch, but Will was already getting antsy. Though she sometimes worried that her husband felt jealous or threatened, it never stopped Elizabeth from making him wait, and she knew she’d be lying if she said she didn’t get a thrill from temporarily denying them both. For every time she’d been told she couldn’t do something, wasn’t to speak or laugh out of turn, for every time she’d been ordered around and controlled in her old life just because she’d been born a woman, Elizabeth made them wait. It was a power she’d never had before, certainly not over men, and she enjoyed it in a way she’d never have imagined.
Sitting on the end of the bed beside Will, Jack recognized the devious look on Elizabeth’s face. It was one of his favorites. She knew how to really make Will squirm in the most delightful ways. Looking over, Jack saw the flush in Will’s face, watched as his chest heaved though the boy was still sitting still. He noticed Will’s fists clenched in the bed sheets despite the obvious arousal bulging in the young man’s trousers. Yeah, Will had a definite masochistic streak, Jack had noticed that early on. Whether he was denying himself, or his wife was assisting by ordering him to watch and wait, Will really got off on being denied. Or, rather, he really got off AFTER being denied for awhile. Oh, but he’d certainly taken advantage of that knowledge in Singapore…
“You two just stay there. After all, I have to test out your new gift, and I wouldn’t want you to miss that,” Elizabeth said with a sly look. She raised up onto her knees, pulling the nightgown over her head and shaking her long hair free. Settling back down, she leaned back on the mass of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the knees. She then drew one leg up, toes running gently over her other foot, up her ankle, along her calf and finally stopping at her knee. Elizabeth agonizingly slowly (well, agonizingly slowly for her attentive audience, anyway) brought up her other leg so that her legs were far apart, knees bent, feet resting on the bed. Knowing that Jack loved to trail his tongue along a certain path, Elizabeth slid one finger from her navel, up over her right breast, scratching ever so slightly along her collar bone and neck just like Jack would with his tongue and teeth. She lazily trailed the finger under her jaw, finally letting it come to sit at the edge of her mouth, resting against her full lower lip.
Taking their gift in both hands, Elizabeth looked at Jack and Will as she brought it towards herself. Touching just the very tip to her clit, she was surprised how warm it felt. As it wasn’t a real organ, she’d expected it to feel cold and unnatural, but all her touching and caressing had made it warm.
Jack took a brief glance away from Elizabeth to see that Will was now not only unconsciously leaning forward, closer to his wife, but was also bouncing one leg ever so slightly. He had in tucked mostly under himself, but the leg lightly bounced against the bed, his impatience and eagerness seemingly channeled into it. Jack turned his attention back to the woman.
Elizabeth dipped the wooden cock into the very entrance of her channel, making the end shiny and slick with moisture. She then surprised both men by leaning forward and using her considerable flexibility to her advantage. With the imitation member still pressing ever so slightly against her clit, Elizabeth bent forward and grasped the end of the chain with her teeth and pulled as she sat back up. She leaned farther and farther as her back arched, neck bared, breasts thrust out until she could stretch no farther. Opening her jaws, she let go of the chain.
Enthralled by her impressive display of flexibility, Will hadn’t even noticed that Jack had quickly undone his pants. He did notice, however, that at the very moment Elizabeth finally released the thin chain from between her white teeth, there was a very warm and tightly suctioning mouth grasping his cock. Will let his hands unclench from where he’d been grabbing the bed sheets (when had he done that? he wondered) and twine into Jack’s hair. He wrapped one hand around a string of beads, feeling the sharpest ones bite into his palm.
Feeling the chain fall from her lips and slide down her chin to rest on her upper neck, Elizabeth couldn’t stop the gasp that came from her. The tiny shaking of the wood bumped against her already swollen clit. Her hips bucked forward of their own accord seeking more contact with the artificial cock.
Jack was definitely not getting the best view of the proceedings. Every few strokes he’d stop to lightly tongue the end of Will’s cock, turning his own head just enough to see how Elizabeth was doing with her new gift. When Jack looked over, he caught her bucking against the toy in her hand. Repositioning himself, he found a better angle at which to watch the proceedings while still being able to continue sucking Will. Adding a hand at the base of Will’s cock, Jack plunged down again while gently tightening the hold with his fingers. With each down stroke her tightened his grip, only to loosen it again as he reached the very tip of Will’s straining cock.
Changing the angle of the contact, Elizabeth got an even more intense feeling from the imitation cock vibrating against her. She gasped lightly and threw her head back onto the soft pillows. She could feel the cool metal of the chain as it slowly inched along her body, making its way down between her breasts. Again feeling herself pushing against the wood, lightly rolling her hips forward, she pressed it harder against her swollen clit.
Will felt like his eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets before he came. He’d thought watching Jack and Elizabeth screw was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and, until now, it probably was. But there was a beauty and simplicity to seeing his wife alone, gasping and thrusting with pleasure, that he’d never have imagined. Will felt himself involuntary thrust up into Jack’s mouth when he saw what she did next.
Elizabeth reached down with her free hand, pushing it gently just above her clit, her fingers in an upside-down v, pressing down on her pleasure mound. As more of her clit was bared, she again threw back her head, chest heaving, soft moans of pleasure escaping her lips. The chain was just above her navel when Elizabeth’s knees began to shake.
Jack watched as Elizabeth rocked her hips while moving the wooden cock, body and hand moving against each other, seemingly out of synch yet obviously pushing just right as her soft, breathy moans sang into his ears. Jack speeded up his strokes, sucking with far more force, tongue scraping roughly, turning from the gorgeous sight, and making sure he timed things just right.
Will saw the chain had nearly fully retracted and was trailing only a few inches from the base when Elizabeth again changed the angle of the contact. Pressing it against herself with crushing force, Elizabeth bit her lip as her legs began to shake hard. Raising her head, she made the briefest of eye contact with Will. The look of pure lust and desire in his eyes pushed her over the edge and as she threw her head back a final time. Unable to hold out a moment longer, she came, giving a soft cry as pleasure burst through her, making her thighs tingle and her inner walls spasm violently and they tried to clench around nothing.
Seeing his wife’s face, her sparkling eyes looking dark and huge, lips slightly parted before she was pulled into orgasm, Will came hard and fast, thrusting quickly and erratically into Jack’s throat, a strangled grunt coming from deep in his own throat.
The chain had reached its target, and just as it completed its journey, Elizabeth pulled the wood away from herself. Her channel was still spasming delightfully and her breathing was harsh and fast as she gently rubbed around her clit, enjoying the sensations. She looked over to find Will also gasping and spent, with Jack still head first in his lap.
“Are you coming up for air, Jack,” she asked playfully when she could finally slow her breathing and find her voice.
Having finished cleaning up Will, Jack rose onto his elbows, his own ignored erection digging almost uncomfortably into the mattress. “Didn’t think there was any lef’ from the way you two’r gasping at it,” he said, pointing out that the two were still breathing quite heavily, neither fully come down from their high quite yet.
“Elizabeth,” Will began. “That was astounding. You didn’t even put it inside yourself.”
Jack only just barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the boy’s ignorance. For a man who was naturally gifted at giving oral pleasure to both Elizabeth and himself, Jack wondered at times if Will wasn’t particularly dense.
“Did you learn nothing in Singapore, Will?” Jack asked, the question seeming vaguely familiar. ‘Although I suppose we were focused on other things,’ Jack conceded in his head. “Perhaps we should turn this ship ‘round right now, hmm? I think yer in need of a refresher as we speak.”
“Oh no you don’t, Captain,” Elizabeth said, crawling forward on the bed towards the men. “That was a lovely and most appreciated gift you two brought me, but I don’t particularly fancy being left alone with only it for company right now. Not after being left alone for five days.” She was talking teasingly, a fake but beautiful pout on her lips. Well, maybe not totally fake when she considered being without them again so soon. “Besides, if you left me with only an imitation, you’d run the risk of me turning out to like it better. I might not need you then,” she said challengingly. “In fact, it’s been so long, maybe I’ve forgotten; maybe Mr. Peg Leg here truly is my favorite now,” she said teasingly.
In a split second, Elizabeth found herself pinned underneath an aroused and grinning pirate. “So you like yer souvenir then, do you? Still, I think we can change yer mind, Luv,” Jack said before leaning down to trap her in a kiss.
It wasn’t a perfect arrangement, the three of them, their triangular relationship, but somehow they made it work.
Will felt slight stirrings begin in his recently spent cock as he settled back to watch the show.
End.
Author: Kaija West
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: (er, grouping, I guess) Jack/Will/Elizabeth
Summary: Jack and Will return from a little vacation in Singapore with a gift for Elizabeth.
Disclaimer: Not mine, bla bla bla...
Notes: Um, the "gift" ... yeah I dunno if anything like that really existed but I think it's not too unreasonable. Hell, for all I know things like that were best-sellers back then! I'm sure I'm not the first person to make something like that up, but hopefully it's not too common.
Crossposted previously to pirategasm and polyfic. Sorry if any of you are getting this again but I wasn't aware of this community before.
“And here I was thinking you’d seen everything,” Will said with a smirk and a light shove at Jack’s shoulder. The two pirates made their way through the busy port city, headed for the docks.
After five days in Singapore, Will was convinced it would take him several lifetimes to see and experience all that Jack had in his years of travels. On the other hand, the last five days had been most … educational and exciting.
“Will, my boy, have you learned nothing in the past days?”
“More than I ever thought possible,” Will said sincerely.
“Then you should also have realized that there’ll forever be things for ol’ Jack to discover.” Jack slung a casual arm over Will’s shoulders as they walked. “The day I’ve seen it all is th’ day I stop livin’.”
“Then we shall endeavor to keep you forever entertained,” Will said, his arm naturally encircling Jack’s waist.
“You jus’ might be able to do that, mate,” Jack replied with a lecherous grin. “An’ seen things again, fer yer first time, makes it seem like new t’ me as well.”
“You know, I never knew about that trick with the candles,” Will said, recalling one of their more exotic evening romps of the previous days. He could still feel the tingling burn everywhere the wax had dripped when he thought about it. He could smell the scented oils, feel the cool silk sheets beneath his back, a sharp contrast to the expertly wielded drips of burning wax, dripping closer and closer…
“You really did like tha’ one, didn’t ye?” Jack asked, breaking Will out of his thoughts. “Not too fussy on the corsets though, eh?” he questioned, remembering the young man’s embarrassment.
With a violent shake of his head, Will stated, “No, I think that’s most decidedly the first and last time I try THAT out.”
“’s an aquired taste I s’pose,” Jack remarked. “Didn’t ruin ye on the whole place, did it?” He certainly hoped not. Will already refused to join him in Tortuga ever again. Maybe that was just as well though, them spending some time apart for a few days at a time when ever they docked there. But Jack would have been most disappointed if Will refused to return to Singapore with him ever again. They’d certainly made the most of their time ashore, and Jack was more than eager to repeat their little holiday again sometime. It had made for some excellent alone time, away-
“Certainly not!” Will said, yanking Jack from the planning of their next vacation in his head. There was a time not so long ago when Will would have been offended at the mere mention of some of the activities they’d enjoyed. Every now and again he had to take a moment to think back and wonder at just how different he’d become since joining with Jack - in more ways than one.
“Pleased to hear it, Luv. Yes, there’s depravity here you just can’t find anywhere else in th’ world,” Jack said as he stepped over a common drunk, passed out in the street. “Believe me on that one.”
Despite the city’s common exterior, Will knew that was indeed the truth. Upon their first arrival, he’d pointed out that it looked not that different than any of the numerous other ports they’d docked in before. Jack had spent the next five days and nights convincing Will that that was not at all the case. Will was now thoroughly convinced and nearly worn out. He was quite sure there wasn’t a drop of cum still inside him, but then he’d thought the same thing two nights ago, until Jack had pulled out the feathers and…
“So we’ll be headed back this way again then?” Will asked eagerly.
“Without doubt,” Jack confirmed. “But now I must see my lady. I already miss th’ way she bucks under my hands, groans in delight, the feel of her rounded-“
“Of course you miss the Pearl, Jack.”
“Yeah … the Pearl, right,” Jack said, half-teasingly.
“Because I know you wouldn’t speak of my innocent, darling wife that way,” Will said, suppressing a smile.
“Oh no, musn’t be so terribly coarse when referring to our little Swan, though she’s no longer a swan anymore than she is innocent really, wouldn’t you say Mr. Turner?”
“True,” Will admitted.
They’d left Elizabeth on board the Black Pearl five days ago. She’d claimed to be feeling poorly, and while the moon denied it, said their little trip into Singapore was, “ill-timed” for her given the type of adventure. Both Will and Jack hadn’t believed her for a second, but most graciously accepted her proposal that they go on without her.
“And since she’s not so innocent,” Jack continued, “I expect she’ll be most pleased with our gift.”
Will glanced down at the wrapped box in his hand. “I hope so. You don’t think she’ll be … offended, do you, Jack?”
“Offended?” Jack waved his hand around in an extravagant, dismissive gesture, just barely missing swatting Will in the nose. “Baffled, maybe.”
“Yes, I’m sure she’s never seen something like this before,” Will said, again wondering if it might not have been a better idea to pick her up a nice bracelet instead.
“She’ll figure it out. Or perhaps she’ll allow a hand to be leant.”
“Then what are we doing here?” Will said, pulling away from Jack, feeling his strength and libido returning instantly at the thought of helping Elizabeth with her new present. Jack watched for a moment as Will took off, running to the docks with all the restraint he’d come to expect from the eager youth. Shaking his head briefly, Jack followed after him, feeling his own pace quicken at the thought of seeing both his “ladies” again.
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While Jack “bonded” with his ship and spoke with the crew, Will hurried into the cabin where he knew Elizabeth was likely waiting. Not disappointed, he found his wife right where he’d left her. Unfortunately, she didn’t appear to be in as good a spirits as she’d been when he and Jack departed five days ago.
Seeing her pout, Will dropped the wrapped gift on the table, forgotten. He quickly walked over to the bed and pulled his less than pleased looking wife into his arms. She didn’t resist.
“Elizabeth! Are you alright? What is it?” Will asked, alarm clear in his voice.
“Yes, Will, I’m fine,” Elizabeth answered, a touch of irritation in her voice. “I just got rather … bored here.”
“I’m sorry,” Will said. He pulled back enough that while he still held her in his arms, he could rest his forehead against hers. “I knew we shouldn’t have left you for so long.”
“No, it’s all right. I told you two to go. I’ll just have to get used to it I guess,” Elizabeth said reluctantly.
“I’ll talk to Jack. Ask him to sail for Tortuga, give us a few days alone together. Would that make you feel better?” Will asked, looking Elizabeth in the eyes, worriedly.
Elizabeth had spent the first two days in the mens’ absence enjoying the peace and quite. She’d spent the third getting bored and, despite the company of a few crew members, rather lonely. She’d spent the last two days regretting her decision to encourage Jack and Will to go enjoy themselves together without her.
But all that was momentarily forgotten as she looked into the big, sincere, almost pleading eyes of her husband. She’d let him leave a thousand times with Jack if it meant he’d return and look at her like that - like she was the most important thing in the world, like she was, in fact, the only thing in the world-
The quiet moment between spouses was quickly ruined when one pirate captain came bursting in the door, flopping down onto the bed, effectively placing himself between them.
“Miss us, Luv?” Jack asked with a toothy grin before rolling over and pulling Elizabeth into a deep kiss. As he felt her slowly open to him, Jack snaked a hand into her soft hair, gently pulling her closer. His other hand wandered its way down Will’s chest, clumsily and blindly undoing buttons as he went, stroking the smooth, muscled skin beneath.
When they finally came up for air, Jack noticed that Elizabeth seemed just a bit miffed about something, not entirely into the kiss.
“W’as a matter, Lizzie? Ye angry ye didn’t come with us then?”
Will wondered briefly whether Jack had been listening in. He doubted it. It was funny that he felt most threatened by Jack’s relationship with his wife was when the pirate read her better than he did. For not the first time, Will reminded himself that Jack had far more years of experience when it came to women so it was only natural that the older man be better at guessing what when through her mind at times. Still, it stung in a way that Will was never comfortable with.
“Maybe a little, Jack,” Elizabeth admitted. “Although from your stories I suppose it was no place for a lady.”
“No, it really isn’t,” Jack admitted. While he might joke about Elizabeth no longer being innocent, Jack still thought of her very much that way. He didn’t act as though he needed to protect her from the world (after all, that was her husband’s job, or so Will thought anyway) but there was something about Singapore, a certain jaded debauchery, that he wanted her to have nothing to do with. Jack wouldn’t deny that he was responsible for making Elizabeth into a more freespirit in pretty much every sense of the word, but at the same time he felt a duty to keep her from some things. He might not wear a ring, nor did he have a title, but Jack felt bound to her in many ways. At times, that sense of commitment, of caring, led him to treat her as precious and innocent. Jack had met too many hardened women who’d seen too much, been through too many of the wrong things, and the thought of Elizabeth ever turning into that made him nearly ill. He had corrupted her in so many ways, but teaching her to shoot a gun and sail a ship were not the same as pulling her into parlors and brothels. The three of them tangled in a bed, making love, wasn’t the same as screwing on display in public establishments. And, while Jack had in many ways come to see Elizabeth as an equal in their triangular relationship of sorts, he still refused to see her corrupted. She may have left her place in polite society behind, but Jack still saw her as a lady, no matter how many sarcastic and teasing comments to the contrary he made.
Will on the other hand … well, the corruption of Will had been a pleasure and a given. Jack didn’t regret a moment of what they’d done either with Elizabeth or outside of her company. Except maybe for that time with the whip, manacles and the butter…
“But listen, next port we’ll all go, make a good time of it. I know a few places in th’ area that’d cater nicely to us. ALL of us.” Jack offered. He could still see something in Elizabeth’s expression that told him they were not totally forgiven. He spied the box on the table. “Will got you a prezzie!” Jack said pointing.
Will, who had still been brooding on how Jack was able to figure what upset Elizabeth more easily than himself, nodded.
“An I bet it’ll come in handy should you ever find yerself being too long neglected,” Jack said, giving his best puppy dog eyes before ducking to plant several soft kisses on Elizabeth’s cleavage.
After a moment, Will found himself being stared at by two expectant pairs of eyes. Seeing as Jack and Elizabeth were still more or less twinned together, Will realized that they were expecting him to go retrieve the gift. For a moment, he considered taking it and tossing it right out the door and into the harbor. He still wasn’t at all sure what his wife’s reaction would be, and he thought better the gift in advance than himself taking a dip as a result of her retaliation. He silently cursed Jack for talking him into buying it.
They’d spotted it in a shop (though Will used the term lightly as he really was at a loss to classify most of the places Jack had taken him) and once they had been shown what it could do, Jack had insisted they buy it. Will had protested that they really had no use for such a thing, but Jack had said it wasn’t for them, it was for Elizabeth. That had only further confused Will; though, rather than admit it, he simply agreed with Jack, and they bought it). At first, he still couldn’t really see the use in it for Elizabeth, particularly when she had both of them at her disposal, but after a couple more days in Singapore (especially one night in a smoky, dark, and dizzying brothel) Will now understood just why Jack had insisted it was a fine gift for Elizabeth.
What now bothered Will was explaining this to his wife. After getting up and retrieving the box, Will sat on the end of the bed, facing Jack and Elizabeth. He wordlessly handed the gift to her, dreading her reaction.
Elizabeth loved presents. Jack loved treasure. Will loved watching them get these things, but what he did not like was waiting to see their reaction if he wasn’t sure it would be positive.
As Elizabeth unwrapped the package Jack gave Will a reassuring, if somewhat lecherous, wink.
As she pulled out the gift, Will began nervously explaining, “You see, Elizabeth, it’s used by …,” he stopped. Trying again, he hurriedly said, “See, when Jack and I aren’t here, you can, um … use it, that is, put it…” Will had turned an amusing shade of scarlet when Jack finally decided to be merciful and take over explaining.
Jack ran his hand over the long wooden object, his hands sliding over Elizabeth’s own. “You can use it just like you use us, luv.”
Will watched his wife’s face; her expression was unreadable. His eyes drew away for a moment to watch as his lovers slowly stroked up and down the fake cock; large, rough hands smoothing over small, delicate ones. Will let out a little groan in spite of himself, remembering just how it felt the first time he’d enjoyed those twin sensations on his own member, stroking him together.
Will began feeling more confident since it appeared his wife wasn’t offended by the gift they’d chosen. In fact, she seemed fascinated by it. Her short nails and gentle fingertips glided up and down its length, feeling the sanded-smooth wood, dipping into the grooves around its sides, teasing the end by circling it with a single digit before resuming her path, while Jack’s hand encircled the base, slowly moving up and down the other end of its length.
“You see, Elizabeth, a woman can … get … can,” Will started, but began tripping in his renewed embarrassment.
“Can climax, hun,” Jack said softly, pressing his lips into her soft hair.
“Yes, and you see, with this, you could … do that even when we’re not here,” Will finished quickly, proud of himself for getting through it.
Elizabeth’s hands abruptly ceased their travels. With a huff, she disentangled herself from where she’d been lounging against Jack, leaving the gift in his hands.
Getting up from the bed and facing the men, she said, “Do you two think I was born under a rock? Or that I continue to live under one? Hmm?”
Will blinked and looked over to Jack in surprised confusion. Seeing a similar look of confusion on his face, Will realized that Elizabeth’s words were just as unexpected by the other man. In the small part of his mind that wasn’t totally focused on his wife, Will was secretly pleased by Jack’s confusion. Perhaps the man wasn’t so perfect at reading his wife after all.
“Elizabeth-“ Will began, ready to apologize, though he wasn’t exactly certain what for yet.
She held up a hand to stop him. “I may have been born the daughter of a governor, and I may have been sheltered,” she said the word with disgust, “but I know what a women can do without men around. And I’ve no need of that to do so,” she said, pointing at the wooden cock now resting in Jack’s limp hands.
“So you hate it then. I knew we shouldn’t have bought it,” Will said, now more disappointed than nervous.
“I didn’t say that,” she said, coming over to place a hand on her husband’s shoulder. She knew his feelings could be rather easily hurt (not that he’d ever admit it) and while it angered her when the two men treated her like some sheltered virgin, Elizabeth knew she should have been more tactful with regard to their efforts.
“Lizzy, Luv, ‘s only cause yer so precious to us tha’ we forget sometimes. You still seem like the perfect lady even though we know you’re a right devil in the sack,” Jack said, somehow successfully pairing puppy dog eyes with a wolfish grin. “We felt sorry fer leavin’ ye behind while we wen’ an’ sowed our oats an’ thought maybe if you ‘ad this fer another time…”
“A much short time when we left you again,” Will added, big eyes full of hope that he was still in his wife’s good graces after his apparent blunder.
“Five days was too long. I’m sorry, Lizzy. If we’re to be away that length of time we’d best be bringing you wif us,” Jack said.
Elizabeth now felt like a bitch. She really hadn’t meant to be so irritable with them. Maybe it was the five days of pent up sexual tension. Though she hadn’t been lying when she said she knew how to take care of things in a man’s absence, she wasn’t really prone to doing so often. Although, with their new gift…
“No, Jack, it’s my fault. I should have told you I thought it too long, or met you in port. I just wanted you to have some time alone, the way Will and I do when you’re in Tortuga.”
“Oh, so THAT’S why you never want to go into Tortuga anymore!” Jack said to Will with exaggerated comprehension. He’d long since figured out that the spouses enjoyed some time alone and was more than happy to give them that while he partied in Tortuga.
“Well, I was going to tell you, Jack-“ Will started.
Jack waved him off.
“Yes, well all the same, I think we should come to some kind of arrangement whereby we set an amount of time for these trips apart,” Elizabeth proposed. Jack looked unimpressed and wary. “Say, three days. If the other two don’t return then the third can come looking.”
Jack looked to Will who seemed to be in agreement with Elizabeth’s idea.
“Do we have an accord then?” Elizabeth asked with a grin.
“Aye, we do,” Jack said, shaking her hand after quickly making a decision.
“Hello, I’m here too,” Will pointed out half jokingly. “Do I get no say in this at all?”
“We’re you really going to go up against your wife’s lovely idea?” Jack asked, baiting Will.
“No,” Will admitted.
Jack said something, covering it with a fake cough.
“I don’t believe I heard that Jack,” Will said.
Rolling her eyes and placing her hands on her hips, Elizabeth decided to cut short their teasing play-fighting. “Three days apart it is then.”
“Three days,” Will confirmed.
“Three days an’ then it’s fair game fer interruptions of the most pleasant kind,” Jack said, already imagining surprising them when they next docked in Tortguga for a time.
“I suppose if I’m to be alone for these three day stretches I might have use for this,” Elizabeth said, giving Will a wicked look from under her lashes as her hand trailed up Jack’s leg and over his crotch to end up at his hands. She lightly fingered the imitation cock, watching as Will’s face flushed and he swallowed audibly. She knew how intensely erotic he found it when she put on a show for him with Jack, but apparently even touching his gift was enough to get the young man’s blood pumping.
“And you ‘aven’t even seen the best part yet,” Jack said, a sly look on his face.
Elizabeth sat down on the bed, midway between where Jack was still lounging against the head and where Will was perched at the foot.
Jack pulled a very fine chain from the end of the pretend cock. It was long, almost a yard, and polished to a silvery shine. When he released it, the string was slowly pulled back into the wood, one little jerk at a time, making the toy twitch and shake.
Elizabeth touched it as it jittered in Jack’s hands, felt it shake under her fingers.
Jack remembered the way Will had seemed similarly fascinated with it when they’d first been shown it in the shop. While he’d been intending to pick up something similar for Elizabeth, Jack had not expected to find such an interesting and potentially exciting device. As he imagined just what pleasures Elizabeth might find in such an item,Will had been eagerly talking with the craftsman, wanting to know how the thing worked. Jack had half listened as the older man explained that he’d been a clock maker at one point in his life (though that had clearly been some time ago if his lacy dress, heavy make up, and current surroundings were anything to go by). He’d used gears, like those in a clock, as well and springs and miniature pulleys so that as the chain retracted, it caused the wooden cock to vibrate. Will had thought it ingenious design, but Jack had been far more interested in its “practical” applications. He could only imagine what Will thought its use was since, at the time, the young man had not recognized the item for just what it was.
Glancing over at Will, Jack knew the boy was no longer interested in the workings of Elizabeth’s new gift. Though he was not the object of the whelp’s current look of lust, Jack enjoyed the sight just the same.
Taking the twitching wooden cock from Jack, Elizabeth shooed the captain from his place sitting beside her. Still caressing the toy teasingly, she said, “You two did without me for three days, a little longer won’t kill you.” Smiling overly sweetly at the two men, she barely resisted the urge to laugh at the look of disappointment in Jack’s eyes as he did as she’d gestured and sat beside Will at the foot of the bed. He looked like a puppy who’d just been kicked when he realized that she wasn’t going to let him join her just yet. Elizabeth always got a thrill out of making the two wait, especially her husband. She almost gave in when she saw Will looked about ready to explode or lunge across the bed and ravage her, but then she remembered the advantages of making him wait. Will was naturally a gentle and considerate lover, but if she made him wait long enough, denied him and teased him to just the right point, she could make him lose that rigid control he had over himself. As much as she adored his soft caresses and slow, deep thrusts, there was nothing quite like getting him to the point where he’d take her with the harsh, relentless abandon that followed too long a wait.
The three never followed any sort of order in their lovemaking or sex, but frequently Elizabeth and Jack would begin things, leaving Will to watch. She’d felt almost guilty at first, but Will had explained to her later, when they were all sweaty and spent after a particularly enjoyable session, that watching them had made him harder than he’d ever been in his life. She knew her husband loved to watch, and yet, she knew that in a way he loathed it as well. Their little love triangle’s weakest point was Will, there was no doubt of that. Though they had never made any mention of it, Jack and Elizabeth did not have sex without Will around.
Elizabeth had gone one afternoon to talk to Jack about that, when their “relationship” had been new. She’d been about to say that the two of them would have to tread lightly when it came to Will and being together in his absence, when Jack had beat her to it. They both knew Will found the situation somewhat harder to accept than they had. Deciding to limit their bedroom activities (though, come to think of it said activities were not always limited TO said bedroom, as it were) to only when Will was with them seemed like a good idea, at least until Will became more comfortable with the idea that not only did Jack and Elizabeth share him, they also shared each other.
So, at times, Elizabeth wondered whether Will was really happy watching her and Jack, wondered if perhaps that burning in his eyes was more than lust. When he finally hit his limit and could wait no longer to join them, some part of her wondered if it was only passion that fueled thrusts and bites, or if there wasn’t perhaps some anger and frustration behind his actions as well.
Had she been asked before they started into this shared love what who would find it the most difficult to deal with, she’d have assumed it would be her. Quickly though, she had begun to realize it wasn’t she who had the most trouble reconciling their relationship, nor was it Jack (though had that been the case she’d have been shocked - Jack may have some trouble letting go and sharing when it came to treasure or his ship, but otherwise he was more than comfortable with the arrangement).
Elizabeth made a mental note to speak with Will on things, see if he was still adjusting to the arrangement alright, when they had some alone time again next time the Pearl docked in Tortuga.
Looking down at the wooden cock in her hands, she felt it stop twitching. She finished teasing it, ending with one short, but well manicured nail resting on its tip, and looked up to find her men just where she had left them. Jack would wait all night if he had to, enjoying anything she would do for him to watch, but Will was already getting antsy. Though she sometimes worried that her husband felt jealous or threatened, it never stopped Elizabeth from making him wait, and she knew she’d be lying if she said she didn’t get a thrill from temporarily denying them both. For every time she’d been told she couldn’t do something, wasn’t to speak or laugh out of turn, for every time she’d been ordered around and controlled in her old life just because she’d been born a woman, Elizabeth made them wait. It was a power she’d never had before, certainly not over men, and she enjoyed it in a way she’d never have imagined.
Sitting on the end of the bed beside Will, Jack recognized the devious look on Elizabeth’s face. It was one of his favorites. She knew how to really make Will squirm in the most delightful ways. Looking over, Jack saw the flush in Will’s face, watched as his chest heaved though the boy was still sitting still. He noticed Will’s fists clenched in the bed sheets despite the obvious arousal bulging in the young man’s trousers. Yeah, Will had a definite masochistic streak, Jack had noticed that early on. Whether he was denying himself, or his wife was assisting by ordering him to watch and wait, Will really got off on being denied. Or, rather, he really got off AFTER being denied for awhile. Oh, but he’d certainly taken advantage of that knowledge in Singapore…
“You two just stay there. After all, I have to test out your new gift, and I wouldn’t want you to miss that,” Elizabeth said with a sly look. She raised up onto her knees, pulling the nightgown over her head and shaking her long hair free. Settling back down, she leaned back on the mass of pillows, legs stretched out and crossed at the knees. She then drew one leg up, toes running gently over her other foot, up her ankle, along her calf and finally stopping at her knee. Elizabeth agonizingly slowly (well, agonizingly slowly for her attentive audience, anyway) brought up her other leg so that her legs were far apart, knees bent, feet resting on the bed. Knowing that Jack loved to trail his tongue along a certain path, Elizabeth slid one finger from her navel, up over her right breast, scratching ever so slightly along her collar bone and neck just like Jack would with his tongue and teeth. She lazily trailed the finger under her jaw, finally letting it come to sit at the edge of her mouth, resting against her full lower lip.
Taking their gift in both hands, Elizabeth looked at Jack and Will as she brought it towards herself. Touching just the very tip to her clit, she was surprised how warm it felt. As it wasn’t a real organ, she’d expected it to feel cold and unnatural, but all her touching and caressing had made it warm.
Jack took a brief glance away from Elizabeth to see that Will was now not only unconsciously leaning forward, closer to his wife, but was also bouncing one leg ever so slightly. He had in tucked mostly under himself, but the leg lightly bounced against the bed, his impatience and eagerness seemingly channeled into it. Jack turned his attention back to the woman.
Elizabeth dipped the wooden cock into the very entrance of her channel, making the end shiny and slick with moisture. She then surprised both men by leaning forward and using her considerable flexibility to her advantage. With the imitation member still pressing ever so slightly against her clit, Elizabeth bent forward and grasped the end of the chain with her teeth and pulled as she sat back up. She leaned farther and farther as her back arched, neck bared, breasts thrust out until she could stretch no farther. Opening her jaws, she let go of the chain.
Enthralled by her impressive display of flexibility, Will hadn’t even noticed that Jack had quickly undone his pants. He did notice, however, that at the very moment Elizabeth finally released the thin chain from between her white teeth, there was a very warm and tightly suctioning mouth grasping his cock. Will let his hands unclench from where he’d been grabbing the bed sheets (when had he done that? he wondered) and twine into Jack’s hair. He wrapped one hand around a string of beads, feeling the sharpest ones bite into his palm.
Feeling the chain fall from her lips and slide down her chin to rest on her upper neck, Elizabeth couldn’t stop the gasp that came from her. The tiny shaking of the wood bumped against her already swollen clit. Her hips bucked forward of their own accord seeking more contact with the artificial cock.
Jack was definitely not getting the best view of the proceedings. Every few strokes he’d stop to lightly tongue the end of Will’s cock, turning his own head just enough to see how Elizabeth was doing with her new gift. When Jack looked over, he caught her bucking against the toy in her hand. Repositioning himself, he found a better angle at which to watch the proceedings while still being able to continue sucking Will. Adding a hand at the base of Will’s cock, Jack plunged down again while gently tightening the hold with his fingers. With each down stroke her tightened his grip, only to loosen it again as he reached the very tip of Will’s straining cock.
Changing the angle of the contact, Elizabeth got an even more intense feeling from the imitation cock vibrating against her. She gasped lightly and threw her head back onto the soft pillows. She could feel the cool metal of the chain as it slowly inched along her body, making its way down between her breasts. Again feeling herself pushing against the wood, lightly rolling her hips forward, she pressed it harder against her swollen clit.
Will felt like his eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets before he came. He’d thought watching Jack and Elizabeth screw was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and, until now, it probably was. But there was a beauty and simplicity to seeing his wife alone, gasping and thrusting with pleasure, that he’d never have imagined. Will felt himself involuntary thrust up into Jack’s mouth when he saw what she did next.
Elizabeth reached down with her free hand, pushing it gently just above her clit, her fingers in an upside-down v, pressing down on her pleasure mound. As more of her clit was bared, she again threw back her head, chest heaving, soft moans of pleasure escaping her lips. The chain was just above her navel when Elizabeth’s knees began to shake.
Jack watched as Elizabeth rocked her hips while moving the wooden cock, body and hand moving against each other, seemingly out of synch yet obviously pushing just right as her soft, breathy moans sang into his ears. Jack speeded up his strokes, sucking with far more force, tongue scraping roughly, turning from the gorgeous sight, and making sure he timed things just right.
Will saw the chain had nearly fully retracted and was trailing only a few inches from the base when Elizabeth again changed the angle of the contact. Pressing it against herself with crushing force, Elizabeth bit her lip as her legs began to shake hard. Raising her head, she made the briefest of eye contact with Will. The look of pure lust and desire in his eyes pushed her over the edge and as she threw her head back a final time. Unable to hold out a moment longer, she came, giving a soft cry as pleasure burst through her, making her thighs tingle and her inner walls spasm violently and they tried to clench around nothing.
Seeing his wife’s face, her sparkling eyes looking dark and huge, lips slightly parted before she was pulled into orgasm, Will came hard and fast, thrusting quickly and erratically into Jack’s throat, a strangled grunt coming from deep in his own throat.
The chain had reached its target, and just as it completed its journey, Elizabeth pulled the wood away from herself. Her channel was still spasming delightfully and her breathing was harsh and fast as she gently rubbed around her clit, enjoying the sensations. She looked over to find Will also gasping and spent, with Jack still head first in his lap.
“Are you coming up for air, Jack,” she asked playfully when she could finally slow her breathing and find her voice.
Having finished cleaning up Will, Jack rose onto his elbows, his own ignored erection digging almost uncomfortably into the mattress. “Didn’t think there was any lef’ from the way you two’r gasping at it,” he said, pointing out that the two were still breathing quite heavily, neither fully come down from their high quite yet.
“Elizabeth,” Will began. “That was astounding. You didn’t even put it inside yourself.”
Jack only just barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the boy’s ignorance. For a man who was naturally gifted at giving oral pleasure to both Elizabeth and himself, Jack wondered at times if Will wasn’t particularly dense.
“Did you learn nothing in Singapore, Will?” Jack asked, the question seeming vaguely familiar. ‘Although I suppose we were focused on other things,’ Jack conceded in his head. “Perhaps we should turn this ship ‘round right now, hmm? I think yer in need of a refresher as we speak.”
“Oh no you don’t, Captain,” Elizabeth said, crawling forward on the bed towards the men. “That was a lovely and most appreciated gift you two brought me, but I don’t particularly fancy being left alone with only it for company right now. Not after being left alone for five days.” She was talking teasingly, a fake but beautiful pout on her lips. Well, maybe not totally fake when she considered being without them again so soon. “Besides, if you left me with only an imitation, you’d run the risk of me turning out to like it better. I might not need you then,” she said challengingly. “In fact, it’s been so long, maybe I’ve forgotten; maybe Mr. Peg Leg here truly is my favorite now,” she said teasingly.
In a split second, Elizabeth found herself pinned underneath an aroused and grinning pirate. “So you like yer souvenir then, do you? Still, I think we can change yer mind, Luv,” Jack said before leaning down to trap her in a kiss.
It wasn’t a perfect arrangement, the three of them, their triangular relationship, but somehow they made it work.
Will felt slight stirrings begin in his recently spent cock as he settled back to watch the show.
End.