Accidental Foursome

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “Ah, what do we have here?” Helen said in her best Romanian gypsy accent as she and Polly strolled arm in arm onto the terrace. “A couple of sexy, swarthy pirates, eh?” She nearly keeled over when she saw how scintillating George and Nick looked in their outfits. Open to the waist, the shirts bared their broad chests and the smattering of hair across their well-defined pecs. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as she caught a glimpse of their ripped washboard abs and the trail of dark hair leading to the waistband of their clinging knit britches and what waited just beyond. Damn, what a sizeable bulge. It was no wonder the Sabatini sisters and most any other women who laid eyes on the Kokoris twins wanted a piece of them.

  Helen heard a low moan emanating from Polly and knew she’d been similarly affected. Fisting her hands on her hips as she shook her head, Helen veered from her script and said, “Damn, you boys look hot.”

  “And you two look so fucking wild and sexy it’s going to be murder not to come in our pirate pants,” George said with a slow appreciative appraisal.

  “You can say that again, brother,” Nick agreed, raking the gypsy girls up and down with his gaze as if he were a starving man at a feast.

  “You guys have got to be about the hottest thing I’ve ever clapped eyes on,” Polly purred. Shaking her head as if to clear it, she got into character. “I am Drina the gypsy,” she said with an accent that sounded more like a cross between Swedish and Irish than Romanian, but it was fun and sexy nonetheless. As she gestured to Helen, the plethora of bangles and charm bracelets at her wrist jangled. “And this is my sexy gypsy friend, Vadoma.”

  “It’s been such a long time since we’ve had our openings packed full of hot, hard pirate flesh,” Helen cooed in her accent. “We’re hoping you two sexy beasts can satisfy us.”

  “Avast and shiver me timbers,” George said, clearly doing his best to cover his Greek accent and sound like a pirate.

  “Ah, and what a nice big timber for us to shiver,” Helen cracked as she eyed the bulge at her husband’s crotch and licked her lips.

  “Lookee what we have here, Captain Cutthroat Ivan,” George continued, gazing at his wife and sister-in-law as if they were tasty morsels of sweet baklava. “A pair of buxom beauties at our disposal.”

  “Aye, Captain Ironblood Flint,” Nick answered in with the same contrived accent, only slightly less nasal. “It seems the saucy wenches have come to see why our rogers are so jolly.” He jiggled his eyebrows and then winked at his brother as they cupped their groins and grinned at their wives.

  “Arrr. Our cocks are hard and ready for ye,” George said with enough gusto to prove that he really enjoyed this role. “We be at your service me fine beauties.” He finished by tacking on another “Arrr.”

  Pinching her thigh to keep from laughing at their odd accents and enthusiastic pirate jargon, Helen refused to look over at Polly because she knew they’d both lose it then.

  Helen cleared her throat. “My clothes are scratching against my hot skin and my breasts feel so heavy and tight.” Her fingers splayed, she ran then slowly up and down her midriff and across her breasts, moaning as she touched herself. “Drina and I were just about to have a little snack.” Drawing a jar of Helena’s Sokolata aythadiazo from her basket, Helen held the chocolate sauce from her shop aloft. “Would you like to share it with us?”

  “Yes,” the brothers said readily.

  “Good,” Polly said. “And then maybe you two buff pirate boys would like to,” she paused to arch an eyebrow for effect, “drop anchor in our lagoons.”

  “Well, blow me down,” George said.

  “Uh-huh, maybe that too.” Helen laughed.

  “But, Vadoma,” Polly said in a loud whisper to Helen, “shouldn’t we hide our valuable pirate booty first?” She fingered the long strand of faux pearls draped around her neck.

  “You’re right, Drina,” Helen answered in a whisper loud enough to make certain their pirates overheard. “Those pirate captains may be chivalrous, but we don’t want to take any chances. Maybe we can hide our costly baubles in our baskets.”

  “No.” Polly shook her head. “That’s the first place they’d look.”

  “Wait,” Helen said with a wicked gleam in her eye. “I have an idea.” She turned to the twins and said, “Ironblood Flint and Cutthroat Ivan, would you mind waiting a moment for us over there in that cove?”

  “What cove?” George said looking clueless.

  “You’re supposed to use your imagination,” Nick said, tsking as he clasped his brother’s arm and led him a few feet away to sit on the low stone wall again.

  “You’ve thought of a hiding place, Vadoma?” Polly said.

  “Come lie down on this soft patch of earth, Drina, and I’ll show you.” Helen led Polly to the mattress, positioning her so that she sat facing George and Nick. “Take off your valuable pearls and give them to me,” Helen commanded and Polly complied. “Now lift up your skirt, bend your knees and spread your thighs.”

  Again Polly obeyed and as the boys got a view of her glossy cunt, Nick said, “Holy shit.”

  Helen scooted alongside Polly, careful not to obstruct the twins’ view. Then she took the beads and slowly began stuffing them inside Polly’s vagina. They hadn’t actually practiced this part, but Polly told Helen she was relatively certain it would work when she wrote it into her script. As Helen’s fingers gently smoothed in and out of Polly’s moist channel, they made a slick, wet noise. Polly began to pant and Helen glanced at her cheeks, which were flushed pink. “You look warm,” Drina,” she adlibbed. “Here, let me help to cool you off while I bury your treasure.” Helen reached up and yanked the wide, stretchy neckline of Polly’s blouse down over her breasts to expose them. She watched the rise and fall of Polly’s chest for a moment, taking particular notice of the way her nipples darkened and puckered. Helen knew she wasn’t a lesbian or bisexual, but damn if she wasn’t getting horny just watching Polly get turned on.

  “Helen—” George started.

  “Vadoma,” she reminded him.

  “Vadoma,” he said, “you and Drina are incredible. This is hot. So fucking hot.”

  She arched an eyebrow. “This is just the beginning my darling Captain Flint.” And then she returned to the task of filling Polly’s pussy with the pearls. “There, Drina,” she said. “Now you must help me bury my treasure.”

  Sucking in a deep breath, Polly faced Helen and whispered softly, “My God, Helen…this sensation is so…so…Jesus, I almost came.”

  Helen grinned. “Good,” she whispered back. “It’s like you told me—that’s what this is all about, right? Letting ourselves go so we can have fun and drive our husbands wild at the same time.” She winked and then lay flat with knees flexed and her thighs spread, giving her husband and brother-in-law a choice view. “Now tighten your inner muscles to make sure you hold your beads in while you stuff mine inside of me.”

  “I’ll try.”

  As Polly’s cool fingers slid inside her pussy followed by the unusual sense of tiny balls traveling deep into her vagina, Helen squirmed a little. She understood why it made Polly so hot because it was indeed a most remarkable feeling. As the beads were pushed deeper and Polly’s fingers glided in and out, Helen too began to pant. Taking the lead from Helen, Polly uttered the line about her looking warm then bared Helen’s breasts. Her nipples beaded almost immediately and ached for attention. Anticipating Helen’s need, Polly pinched each peak with her free hand, giving Helen a secret smile. And then she went back to work until the full strand of pearls was safe inside Helen’s cunt. Helen remained still for a moment, willing herself not to come.

  All the while the women were burying their booty the twin captains croaked out encouraging words, gave low wolf whistles and indulged in drooling groans.

  When Helen and Polly looked each other in the eye they laughed. It was a damn strange sensation they shared and one hell of a unique experience they were busy executing.

  “Oh Captain Flint, Captain Cu
tthroat!” Helen called brightly. “Time for you to come back from the cove and have a little snack.” Sitting with her knees together and legs folded beneath her, it was impossible not to be aware of the booty her depths held. “We don’t have any cookies or cake, but perhaps you brawny pirates would enjoy slathering some of this fudge sauce on our tasty breasts and nibbling away to your heart’s content.” Helen passed the jar to George who unscrewed the cap in an instant, scooped a dollop of sauce with his fingers and buttered his wife’s breasts with it. Nick followed suit with Polly.

  “I’ve never been more tempted,” George said licking his lips and then swiping a hard, wicked lick across Helen’s rigid nipple before pinching it between his teeth. “Ahhh…nothing can compare to the succulent taste of my wanton, wild gypsy woman.”

  Engaging in a melodious chorus of sighs and moans, Helen and Polly remained sitting, jutting their chests out as they leaned back on their hands. The position was a little awkward, but it showed their breasts off to their best advantage and gave the brothers good access to their chocolate-covered nipples. As the pirate captains hungrily licked, nibbled and sucked, Helen and Polly clasped hands, squeezing and smiling at each other as they were being pleasured. Helen wondered if Polly was experiencing the same throbbing deep inside as the men brought them ever closer to satisfaction.

  Once George had licked his wife clean and reached again for the jar of fudge sauce, Helen said, “That’s enough for now, boys.” She turned to Polly and, still employing her low, throaty accent said, “I do believe we can trust these fine pirate captains, Drina. What do you think?” She had to be more careful because she was starting to sound like Bela Lugosi playing Dracula.

  “I agree, Vadoma,” Polly answered. “In fact, they did such a good job feasting on our chocolate-tipped tits that I think they deserve a reward.”

  Her hand flying to her chest, Helen gasped in mock surprise. “You mean…our buried treasure?” Polly nodded. “My, what an excellent idea,” Helen said. “I think we’ll switch. Your Captain Cutthroat Ivan can dig out my treasure while my Captain Ironblood Flint tunnels for yours.”

  “And once we empty your caverns,” Nick said in his pirate accent, “will it be time to drop anchor in your lagoons?” He jiggled his eyebrows and the women laughed.

  “Yes, Captain Cutthroat,” Polly said. “You’ll find a supply of condoms in our baskets.” She studied her husband for a moment. “You know, Captain C, you and your cohort look awful damned sexy with those pirate patches over your eyes. Maybe you should wear them all the time.” She broke into a grin.

  “Arrr,” Nick said in response. “Quiet gypsy wench while we dig for buried treasure.”

  “When you plunder our depths for booty,” Helen said, “Drina and I want you to draw the beads up and out slowly and carefully so that they rub against our swollen little gypsy clits as you work.” Hiking up her skirt she reclined on the mattress with knees flexed, smiled up at Nick whose tongue was practically lolling. “Make me scream, Captain Cutthroat,” she said, her accented voice low and sultry as Polly fell back next to her.

  “Should we use our mouths?” George asked, staring at dual pearl-packed pussies with passion-fogged eyes.

  “Nope,” Polly said. “If you did that then you’d miss all the fun as Vadoma and I play with our nipples.”

  “Good God,” George croaked. He reached his fingers just inside Polly’s pussy and found the loop at the end of the strand. When he began sliding it up and out over her clitoris, Polly stiffened and yelped. George’s fingers stilled. “Are you all right?”

  “Oh yes,” Polly said. “Oh God, yes.” She swallowed hard and then thrust her hips high.

  As soon as Nick started withdrawing the beads from Helen, she fully understood what caused Polly’s reaction. Sucking in a sharp, audible gasp, Helen shrieked, “Ohmigod, ohmigod.” Nick stopped. “No, no, no. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

  Nick turned to look at his brother. “I’m going to fucking come all over myself in a minute if your wife keeps this up.”

  “Tell me about it,” George said, watching Polly’s rapturous reaction.

  “A good pirate captain never gives in to premature ejaculation,” a panting Helen said hoarsely as she reached for Polly’s nearest breast with one hand and clutched her own breast with the other. Mirroring Helen’s action, Polly sucked in a deep breath. And then they began pinching and tugging on their own and each other’s nipples, moaning and writhing as their men drew the beads from their pussies up and over their clits so slowly it was agonizingly, deliciously tormenting.

  “Ah…that’s beautiful,” George said. “I love to see you play with yourself, and with Pol—I mean Drina. How does this feel, Drina?” George said as he pinched her clitoris between a row of little beads.

  “Fucking sensational,” Polly managed to eke out.

  “What?” Nick asked his brother.

  “I’m squeezing her little bud of flesh between the pearls,” George explained.

  Nick mimicked the procedure on Helen and she thought she’d explode. As the tangled beads unfurled inside her, clicking together and snaking along the walls housing her inner muscles until she was forced to clench, Helen wondered how Polly had come up with an idea as magnificent as this. Right then and there she promised herself it was something she’d be doing again—often.

  “I think you guys better get those condoms on now,” Helen said, “because, I don’t know about Polly, I mean Drina, but I’m just about ready to come and I want to feel a nice, big, stiff cock hammering inside of me when I do.”

  “Ditto,” Polly said through panting breaths.

  In a flash the brothers had unbuttoned their knit pants, rolled on condoms and returned to their agreeable tasks until each had slipped out the final bead. With a feral growl, Nick plunged into Helen’s depths and George did the same with Polly. Helen was able to maintain control until Nick picked up the strand of pearls, sniffed it and then sucked on the beads. With a scream, Helen’s body succumbed, shimmying and vibrating through a vigorous orgasm. Before the final quake had subsided she heard Nick howl out and felt his cock pulsing inside as he came. Mutual sounds of satisfaction and completion echoed alongside them as George and Polly achieved release.

  Muffled gasps, murmured approvals and mutterings of wonder and disbelief pierced the air.

  After enough time to regain their senses had passed, Helen said, “Flint, Cutthroat, you have twenty minutes to give those marvelous cocks of yours time to regroup. After that, we’ll be ready to proceed to the grand finale…the climax to end all climaxes. The rip-roaring culmination to our afternoon of decadent delights before we all sit down together and have dinner.”

  “I don’t think my cock can’t take any more rip-roaring, Helen,” Nick said, chuckling. “It’s going to be all curled up and resting for at least the next hour. Besides, I don’t want to change into another new outfit and learn new names and roles. My cock and I are tired.” He pouted.

  “Silly man,” Polly said rolling to her side and propping her chin on Nick’s chest as she played with the crisp hair across his pectorals. “You don’t honestly think Helen and I would let you get away with that wimpy attitude after all the effort we’ve put into this fantasy foursome, do you? And anyway, the next scene doesn’t require a costume change. You’ll still be pirates and we’ll be gypsy girls. See, honey? Problem solved.”

  “But—”

  “Nikolas, have you forgotten what Polly put you and me through during that threesome she concocted after you were married?” George asked.

  “Are you kidding?” Nick groaned. “She damn near killed our peckers that night, Yorgo.”

  “And I have no doubt she will again.” George laughed and then groaned as he pulled himself up into a sitting position. “Especially now that she has my lovely new bride as her more than willing accomplice. But at least you know it will be worth it in the end. Come on, you have to admit that you never had as much fun as you did that night…well,”
George shrugged, “at least until today, that is.” He smacked a kiss on Polly’s nose and another on Helen’s before he captured his wife’s lips in a drugging kiss. “I’ve enjoyed every single minute of this sexy escapade.”

  “I have too, but…” Nick shook an admonishing finger at Polly. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to, Polly,” he said. “Vertical sex, right?” He looked at Helen, shook his head and said, “That’s Polly’s favorite.”

  “Mmm-hmm,” Helen answered through a knowing smirk. “I know. Mine too. Trust me when I tell you that Polly’s got a humdinger planned for the four of us.”

  Helen and Polly exchanged winks.

  “That’s what I’m afraid of,” Nick said, rolling his eyes.

  Chapter Eight

  “Tell your fortune, pirate boy?” Polly said, clasping George’s hand and turning it palm up after the brothers returned to the terrace for the final showstopper. Trailing her finger along the lines etched into his flesh, she said, “Ah…I see that very soon you and Captain Cutthroat Ivan will engage in a lusty round of upright sex with my beautiful gypsy friend, Vadoma.” She gazed up into his eyes and smiled. “And I see that you will survive the sensual ordeal with your cock still whole and unbroken.” She did her best not to laugh as George cocked his head and gave her a reproving look.

  Coming to stand next to his wife, Nick crossed his arms over his chest and arched an eyebrow. “And what, my lovely Drina, will you be doing while the three of us are playing together?”

  “I will be touching and rubbing and squeezing each of you while Vadoma enjoys her first experience being filled both front and back,” Polly said with a wink. Then she dropped George’s hand and picked up her wicker basket, whipping out a long beige object and holding it aloft. “And I’ll also be keeping myself occupied with the help of my handy-dandy Gyrating-Gypsy-6000.” Indulging in a wicked grin, she licked her lips.