So I let it be, for four whole weeks, enjoying what they were willing to give and not pushing it for more. That seemed to work for everybody, and if it never quite made sense that my pleasure always came first, then hey, I was the one getting his cock sucked. Over those four weeks I had them together one more time, with Samara stripping for me while Mirella sucked, Samara twice on her own and Mirella once, always at the weekend but still some of the best sex I’ve ever had, maybe the best sex, full stop.
It was two months to the day after I’d broken up with Lucie that I got the email. The subject line said “From Lucie, with Love”, so I thought she would be trying to get back with me, only the text was just one of those stupid smilies and a link. I clicked on it, expecting some soppy card or something. What I got was a porn sight, garish colours and pictures laid out in a gallery, pictures of Mirella and Samara. I was laughing right away, because I thought it was obvious what had happened and, boy, had she got it wrong. I imagined she thought I’d be ashamed of myself or something, but that only showed how little she knew about men, or so I thought.
I scrolled down a little to look at the first line of pictures and there they were, Samara in her red and white striped top, a black mini-skirt, heels, stocking and a beret, Mirella in a maid’s outfit, first dressed, then in a variety of poses, tits on show, bums stuck out to show off their knickers, kissing each other and Samara licking one of Mirella’s huge tits. I was actually getting pretty horny for them, and thinking of phoning as soon as I’d sent Lucie a message to tell her her little scheme had failed.
Again I scrolled down, knowing the second line of pictures would be better. They were, first both Mirella and Samara with their tits out and their bums pushed at the camera, about to take down their knickers, again only with their knickers halfway off, showing plenty of lovely rounded bum cheek, and again, with their knickers right down to show it all, only not two hot little virgin pussies, but two sets of dangling ball sacks and two large cocks.
For a few seconds I could only sit there gaping like an idiot as what Lucie had done to me sank in. I’d been tricked with a vengeance, and not just into getting off over two men, but into letting them suck my cock, sucking their tits, even kissing them. To say I was furious just doesn’t cut it, and what made it worse was that I’d really got off on it. They’d been the best, and they were men, or shemales anyway, which was they were called on the link, and what made it really bad, for some reason, was that both of them had bigger cocks than I did. Mirella’s was bad enough, a great thick brown log of dick with a veiny shaft and a fat head, but Samara’s was a monster, jet black, smooth and glossy, and maybe ten inches long erect.
I was going to kill Lucie, and I was going to kill them. Only I wasn’t. I couldn’t, because to remember what they’d done and to see those two huge cocks and their fat, dark balls was making me feel weak. Besides, it had been good, the best, and there was only one way to rob Lucie of her triumph. So I rang Mirella and suggested they come over for some action.
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