Lex - BBC Revenge - An audio story

That asshole. I was scrolling through Brett’s phone while he was in the shower when I found the dick pic he’d sent to his ex, him hard, with a message underneath that made it obvious this wasn’t the first time. The second he walked out we started fighting. He tried saying it didn’t mean anything and that she started it, just some stupid mistake. I called him a lying piece of shit and told him I’d seen exactly how he was talking to her. He kept insisting he loved me and that he’d do anything to fix it, and when he finally asked what he could do to make it up to me I just stood there for a second, still so angry I could barely think straight. Then the words came out before I even really meant them. “Maybe I should just go fuck someone else too,” I said, my voice quieter than I expected. “See how you like it.” I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do it. I just wanted to hurt him the way he’d hurt me. His face went blank and then panicked, and that tight feeling hit low in my stomach while I watched him scramble. He started stammering that it wasn’t the same and that we should talk about it, but I didn’t take it back. He just stood there looking wrecked, and even though part of me was already wondering if I’d gone too far, another part of me didn’t care.

I went to the gym later that night still pissed off and not really looking for anyone, or at least that’s what I told myself. I must have looked as angry and sad as I felt because this tall black guy near the weights kept glancing over at me. He was built and confident, and after I finished my set he walked over and asked what was wrong. I don’t know why I told him, but I did. I told him about Brett and the dick pic and how pissed I was. Mikey listened, then looked at me and said if I wanted to get back at him, he’d help. I hesitated for a second, the anger still sitting heavy in my chest, but then I heard myself say he could come back to my place. I told myself it didn’t mean anything yet, that I was still just trying to hurt Brett and hadn’t decided how far I was going to take it. But walking out to the parking lot with him beside me, I already knew we were heading home.

We walked in the front door and Brett was sitting on the couch. He looked up and froze when he saw Mikey behind me. I didn’t introduce them. I just said we were going to the bedroom, even though my stomach was twisting the whole time. Brett stood up fast and started talking, telling me I couldn’t do this, that this wasn’t what we talked about, that I wasn’t bringing some guy into our bed. “Louise, please don’t do this,” he said, his voice getting louder the closer we got to the hallway. Mikey didn’t say anything, just stayed close to me while I took his hand. My hands were already shaking, but I kept walking. Brett followed us halfway down the hall, still saying my name and asking me to stop. I opened the bedroom door, pulled Mikey inside with me, and shut it behind us. I could hear Brett out there for a second before I locked it. My heart was pounding so hard I felt dizzy, and for a second I almost changed my mind.

Mikey kissed me the second the door shut, his hands already under my shirt. My heart was still racing and I was so nervous I could barely think straight, but then he pulled his cock out and everything in my head just went quiet. It was huge, thick and heavy in his hand, way longer and so much fatter than Brett’s that I immediately knew it had to be at least twice the size. Brett’s always looked small next to my fingers. This one looked like it would barely fit in my hand. I couldn’t stop staring at it, the skin stretched tight, the head already shiny. Outside, Brett was banging on the door, the sound sharp and loud against the wood, yelling for me to open up and stop. Mikey just stood there and let me look while Brett kept pounding. My hands weren’t shaking anymore when I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it. They didn’t even come close to meeting the way they do with Brett. It felt hot and heavy in my palm, the skin smooth and tight, pulsing a little under my touch. I could smell him, warm and close, and my mouth went dry while my stomach flipped. The nerves were gone. My body was already taking over, leaning in closer, wanting more of it.

Mikey pushed me back on the bed and got between my legs. I was already so wet I could feel it on my thighs, and when he lined his cock up and started pushing in I had to grab the sheets. He was so much thicker that it stretched me open right away, slow and deep, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. I could feel every inch as he sank deeper, the thick head spreading me open and pressing against places that made my toes curl. It was heavy inside me, hot and solid, stretching me wider the farther he went until I felt completely full. I moaned before I could stop myself. He kept going, sliding deeper still, and I swear I could feel the weight of him all the way inside, pressing deep enough that my stomach fluttered. My hips started moving on their own, rocking up to take more of him, chasing that thick stretch. The nerves were completely gone. All I could feel was how full I was and how good it felt every time he pushed back in, the way my body gripped him tight and didn’t want to let go. I was already close, my body tightening around that thick cock, the pressure building fast.

I came harder than I ever have in my life. I’ve never been able to orgasm from sex before, not with Brett and not with anyone else, but the second Mikey’s thick cock pushed that deep and stayed there I felt it hit. It started low in my stomach, a tight heavy pressure that suddenly broke open and tore through me. My whole body locked up. I clenched around him so hard I could barely breathe, my legs shaking and my back arching off the bed while wave after wave rolled through me. I cried out, loud and broken, gripping the sheets as it kept going. He didn’t stop. He just kept fucking me through it, deep and steady, and I came again almost right away, my pussy still pulsing around that thick cock. Over the next hour it just kept happening. I’d cum, go limp and gasping, then feel him hit the same spot and start building all over again until I was shaking and moaning into the pillow. Each one felt bigger than the last. My body would tighten around him, legs trembling, and then release in these long rolling waves that left me weak and dripping. By the end I was soaked, voice hoarse, still twitching every time he moved inside me. I’d never felt anything like it.

Mikey finally came deep inside me. I’d never let Brett finish in me before, but with Mikey I didn’t want it anywhere else. I felt him pulse and flood me, thick and hot, and I came one last time while he filled me up. After that I just collapsed, completely exhausted, my body still twitching and his cum already leaking out of me. I think I passed out for a minute. When I opened my eyes he was getting dressed. He leaned down, kissed me, and said he’d see me at the gym. Then he left. A few seconds later the door opened and Brett rushed in. He looked scared, asking if I was hurt, if I was okay. Then he saw it. His eyes dropped between my legs and his face went pale. “You let him cum inside you?” he asked, his voice small and broken. I didn’t answer. I just lay there, still catching my breath, still feeling how full I was. Brett started talking fast, saying he was so sorry, that he’d never do anything like that again, that we could both just forget about it…. How the hell was I going to forget this? My body still felt stretched and used and better than it ever had with him. I already knew I was never going back to the way things were.