Brooke's story or how a big cock changed my life

[neon_beaches]

I can't give you any more accolades than others have already done ahead of me, but I want to thank you for sharing your gift of writing with us here. What a hot story! One of the best I've read in the way it develops and builds towards the eventual climax - pun intended - of Brooke being fucked - owned - by Bear.
I hope you have the time and desire to continue to develop this story.

Thanks so much! I have a lot more mapped out for Brooke & Bear and I’m partway through the next section - just finding time to balance it with all my other writing projects can be a challenge, but make no mistake: I love this story and these characters and I am going to see it through! Thank you so much to everyone who reads and comments. I love you guys and gals!

 

[deeperthanyou]

Thanks so much! I have a lot more mapped out for Brooke & Bear and I’m partway through the next section - just finding time to balance it with all my other writing projects can be a challenge, but make no mistake: I love this story and these characters and I am going to see it through! Thank you so much to everyone who reads and comments. I love you guys and gals!

It’ll be bigger than 50 shades

 

[yooo]

Just binge read it all. Incredible writing. Favourite part was still the beginning though and the build up of Brooke’s curiosity

 

[neon_beaches]

Hey everyone ///// Nęw çhåptęr in the Bear/Brooke saga dropping tomorrow in honor of EASTER.

The plot thickens....he has risen

Hope you’re all enjoying the holiday

 

[supersteve]

Hey everyone ///// Nęw çhåptęr in the Bear/Brooke saga dropping tomorrow in honor of EASTER.

The plot thickens....he has risen

Hope you’re all enjoying the holiday

FUCK YES

 

[SSwede]

Hey everyone ///// Nęw çhåptęr in the Bear/Brooke saga dropping tomorrow in honor of EASTER.

The plot thickens....he has risen

Hope you’re all enjoying the holiday

This better not be an Aprils fool

 

[neon_beaches]

PART 10 - DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

I slept soundly. The sleep of the dead. Just black. I woke up curled against Bear’s chest, the low rumble of his soft snores. He looked like an oak tree, and me like a child. Weak dawn light just showing through the curtains. The logs crumbled down to glowing embers.

I was lying in a huge pool of something damp. The sheets were soaked beneath my ass. I reached down between my legs, still sticky with his seed, still leaking out of me. I shivered with pleasure and rolled over where it was dry, snuggling up under his arm. Smell like moss and cedar trunks. Potent musk sweat. I quivered remembering what he’d done to me just hours before. I was so fucking glad it wasn’t a dream.

Lifting the sheet I stole a peek. There it was. Dormant for now, slithered down between his thighs. I looked up at his face. He was out cold snoozing. I wanted a closer look. There was something I needed to do.

I slid silently to the floor. My legs were wobbly and my knees nearly buckled. I felt like I’d been riding a horse cross-country. Leaning against the wall for support I made my way to the walk-in closet. Rows and rows of tailored suits and slacks, shelves of calfskin boots. He’d come a long way from the coffee shop. I started pulling out drawers - stacks of denim, briefs, cotton shirts, ties. Finally I found it - a wooden chest full of pin cushions, buttons, needles and….a tailor's tape measure.

I scampered back to Bear. Still asleep. God what a man.

I crouched on the bed and peeled back the sheet to expose his full cock. Using two hands I hefted it up and lay it over his thigh. I needed to study this thing up close and unbothered. The stench of our sex radiated off his veiny shaft. I’d never seen such a heavy, thick foreskin, hanging puckered well beyond the head. The shaft was impeccably shaved with heavy black stubble trimmed back around the base, ridges of incredible veins spiraling down the length; keeping a blood supply to that thing looked like a full-time job. His balls were smooth and hot to the touch, the size of oranges and no doubt already filling with gobs of come. He was totally soft and looked as big as my goddamn arm. I poked the spongy flesh, hefting it in one hand. Even flaccid I couldn’t close my hand around it. Such an incredible dizzying weight.

I realized I was in a trance, leaning so far over I was almost brushing him with my lips. I shook my head. Focus Brooke. You have a mission.

I draped the measuring tape from the top of the root where it hit the pelvis all the way over the tip. No cheating here.

I had to blink to be sure I wasn’t using the metric system.

10.5”. Flaccid.

WHAT THE FUCK, I whispered.

Choosing the fattest part just below the head I looped the tape around to get the girth.

8”

Eight fucking inches around. Soft.

I gulped. I knew what I had to do. I had to measure him hard. I had to know what I'd taken inside my body. But it was risky. I didn’t want him waking up aroused. I didn’t know if I could take another fucking like that so soon. My poor pussy was still throbbing and distended.

Of course curiosity got the better of me…

I began stroking his meat, barely brushing my fingertips over the shaft, watching his face closely. Almost instantly he started to twitch and swell, the foreskin stretching and peeling back as the head emerged glistening like an insane slug. I moaned and quickly covered my mouth, bending over to set my lips softly against the cocktip, making tiny kitten licks just strong enough to stimulate growth.

And grow he did. I could almost hear the blood rushing to fill that ungodly organ. In a matter of seconds his dick unfurled and stretched toward the ceiling, immense and proud, drifting back to lay against his abs, the head settling just below his pecs.

With shaking hands I propped his cock upright. It took both my hands to keep him steady. Bear grunted but his eyes stayed shut. He was hard as stone. I felt like a child in the proximity of a giant. A genuine horse cock.

I pressed the tape measure against his pelvis and read the numbers scrolling up toward the tip.

Impossible. I double checked. Still the same.

A 14” erect cock.

That’s 2” more than a fucking foot for all of you imagining what a ruler looks like.

I wrapped the tape for the girth. With both hands I could barely encircle the trunk.

9.75” around. Basically 10”.

It was inhuman. It was impossible. But there it was in black and white. The data don’t lie.

I don’t know how long I sat there before I realized the position I’d put myself in.

In an effort to measure Bear I’d slid back on the bed until I was essentially straddling his face with my naked pussy which was of course now lustfully dripping juice down my thighs, reeking of sex. I had both hands around his dick, gazing up at the godlike phallus, watching in amazement as a stream of pre-come began streaming over my fingers.

I was completely vulnerable. Utterly exposed.

Very slowly I looked over my shoulder: eyes shut - he was still asleep.

Thank God. I could not endure another round on that pole so soon.

I was lowering his cock back down to his chest and my cunt slid over his mouth. I froze, hardly daring to breath. But he kept on snoring.

I was lifting my leg around his body trying to climb off when I felt the hands clamp down around my thighs.

Oh fuck.

His fingers latched onto me like iron. I screamed - I couldn’t help it.

WAIT WAIT WAIT! I shouted.

But Bear only chuckled as he pulled my ass back onto his lips

 

[neon_beaches]

I knew what had happened. Stupidly I’d put my swollen pussy inches from Bear’s nostrils and ignited his pure animal instinct. Must have been like blood to a wolf. Now I was fucked. Quite literally.

He was spreading me open with his hands while his tongue slathered greedily, grunting and slurping, devouring me whole. I squealed into his cock meat, draped over the entire length, thrusting my hips back against his jaw.

Goddamn he was mauling my ass. I felt my stomach clench and I knew I was about to come. I’d lasted all of 11 seconds on his mouth. Way to go Brooke.

My orgasm started and I muttered, Coming…I’m fucking coming....

My muscles locked up and I lost it. He was sliding my whole lower body across his face and I knew I was dumping a river on him. I was so fucking open. My body was his to command. Shudders. Spasms. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Bear gripped me around the hips and lifted me straight up in the air, flipping me onto my back beside him. I was still coming, only barely cognizant of what was happening. I knew he was mounting me, pushing my knees back into my chest. I tried to tell him to wait, to go slow, please be easy on my little body, but the sounds that came out were just gurgles. He dropped that monster across my torso, the head smacking right between my tits, slowly belching a silver stream. He wanted me to feel the weight of him, the gravity of the organ that was about to enter my body. He was so hard. It was so obscene - this scene. A giant bull preparing to breed a little girl. I felt so helpless. Terrified. But so, so turned on. I was going to get turned the fuck out. I wanted to run and I wanted him inside me at the same time. The tension was amazing. I was scared I was already falling in love.

Bear lifted his meat by the root and smeared a glob of pre-come over my lips. This is what happens when you fuck around, he said. This is how you end up. Silly little girl.

Please, I muttered. Please Bear wait. It’s too much. I can’t go again.

He planted a hand in the center of my chest to hold me still and drew back, rubbing his cock tip over the entrance to my body.

I quivered with pleasure. I couldn’t help it. It’s always been one of my favorite moments of sex - that moment when you know you have a hefty cock about to split you in two. When you’re aching to be claimed, to be filled to the brim. And Bear was beyond my wildest dreams.

But oh my god. I thought I was ready. But I was not fucking ready.

Without any ceremony Bear thrust forward and buried the first few inches of his cock into my throbbing pussy.

I was squealing, trying to hold him back. So much girth. He gripped both my wrists in one of his fists and held my arms above my head so I couldn’t fight him. He took his fucking time. He wanted me to watch what he did to my body. The deeper he pushed the more I was screaming, pleading, begging. I couldn’t believe I’d actually taken him the night before. In the morning light the sight was stunning - I was stretching beyond what I thought was possible for my tiny body, accommodating his bulbous head, the shaft growing horribly thick at the middle. I looked down and saw him moving into my belly, shifting my organs to make room for his pleasure.

He wasn’t even halfway in and I was maxed out. It was just so much meat. He pumped me steadily, grunting with satisfaction, using me like a human fleshlight. A convenient sheath for his dick.

Exquisite pain. That’s the only way I know how to describe it. With every thrust I felt like I was dying and with every thrust I wanted more of him. It hurt so much but I wanted so much more. It was like he was causing the pain but the only thing that could cure the pain was more of his dick.

He drove another inch into me and let go of my arms. He stopped thrusting. I could feel him flexing his dick inside me. And that was enough. I was his. My orgasm soared again. The only sound in the room were my screams as I came, my legs flopping, utterly impaled, my juices coating his shaft and flowing freely down to his swollen balls. He watched me like prey, in no rush, savoring the inevitable feast.

You want a cock like this, said Bear. You’re going to have to learn to take it.

I heard myself begging - please please please, but the voice sounded so far away, like it belonged to someone else. I think I was dying. Or I thought I was.

Ask for it Brooke. Say you want my huge meat.

Gawwwd no I can’t take any more…Bear please I’m coming so fucking hard on your huge dick.

He wrapped his hands around my hips.

Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. You want me to stop?

Oh fuck no no no.

Then tell me you want it. Say you belong to me.

And then, through the fog of orgasm, I thought of Anna in the attic. When Bear mounted her, emptied inside of her. Even though she knew she’d wind up pregnant she couldn’t tell him to stop. Now I understood why. Her body belonged to Bear; it was his to breed.

And now so was mine.

So of course I said it. Shit. I would have said anything.

I’m yours Bear. I’m fucking yours. I want your huge dick baby. Please please please. Never fucking stop.

His eyes flashed - a smile, a promise. Then it begins, he said.

My vision was spotty, flashing black and white stars as he started to fuck me again, oblivious to my screams. He pumped me steadily now, working toward his own come, lifting me under my thick ass, gliding more and more of his cock into me with each thrust.

I screamed until I couldn’t scream anymore and then I fell into a paralyzed silence, dead to the world. I think I left my body. I saw myself from above, tan and glistening, my tongue wet and flopping, breasts swaying as he gave me long deep strokes, pulling nearly all the way out each time and burying half his shaft into my distended belly. He was working on coming now, his chest taut, arms rippling with power. The only sounds were his growls, my cunt slurping his meat as I milked him toward release.

Goddamn Brooke, he grunted. What a good fucking girl milking me like that. I’m going to empty my balls into you.

I couldn’t respond. I was shut out of my body. But the way he spoke to me…it made me come even harder. When he told me how it was going to be, told me what I was doing to him. That he was about to come fill me with his seed….

Fuck yes Daddy. I was so proud, I could feel him bulging, twitching, about to go.

Greedy. He was so greedy. He pushed too deep trying to spray his seed and I was blacking out, beyond anything I can describe: just waves of red and black, falling through the floor, down into a warm womb of love, protection and fulfillment unlike anything I’d ever known.

Goodbye cruel world. I’m never coming back.

 

[neon_beaches]

I woke up alone. The light had changed. Must have been mid morning now.

I rolled over in the lush white sheets, smelling his sweat, the animal horse musk of our fuck. I curled my knees to my chest and felt Bear’s load swimming in my belly, squelching down my thighs.

My pussy was still contracting, trying to swallow as much of his seed as it could.

Little convulsions racked my body, between my legs: a viscous pool of thick white semen.

Mother of God, I was still coming.

I put a finger inside myself - so tender and open, a frothy mix of our come. I was in heaven.

Every inch of my skin felt like fireworks afterglow. Shimmering. Blown apart. It was crazy to think it but I wanted to fuck again. Or maybe not fuck. But to suck him. To just be near his power. I wished I hadn’t blacked out. I wanted to clean him with my tongue. Maybe he was just pissing and he’d be back in a minute. I loved how he pissed…like a mule…maybe next time I could hold it for him….mmmmm…..so much to do....

I grazed my nipples and gasped, getting legit turned on. Who knows how long I would lay there exploring my body if I hadn’t heard Miles clear his throat in the doorway.

Well, he said, You look satisfied. I’m glad you finally made it back to life.

Oh shit. I giggled, tits out, ass up, too fucked to be embarrassed. And anyway I doubted Bear’s house boy had any designs on me. He’d probably seen dozens of girls wake up just like this.

I asked what time it was.

Almost noon, he said. I’ve got breakfast I can bring in if you’re ready.

Yeah that’d be so good. Thanks. Is Bear around?

Miles came up to the bed and fluffed the pillows behind me so I could sit up. He looked at the sheets, the massive wet spot. On second thought, he said, let’s get you out of here and eat in the kitchen. I need to wash these before they’re shot. Looks like he really liked you.

Uh ok shit. He was so frank discussing sex. I kinda loved it.

He helped me down and into a robe then stripped the bed. I guess technically Miles was a stranger, but I felt really safe with him immediately. Intimate and familiar. No need to hide.

I was in the middle of amazing poached eggs, prosciutto, melon and sourdough toast with blackberry jam when Miles sat down across from me at the kitchen island, crossed his legs and said, You were fantastic last night Brooke.

I blushed. Like, when? I said.

In the shower. In the bedroom. And again this morning. You took him Brooke. Obviously not all of him, but your heart was there. You wanted him. All of him. I could see it in your face. We’ve been looking for someone like you for a long time.

I stopped chewing. My pulse started to quicken. See it? Like, you were watching?

Miles smiled. I think you better finish your food and come with me. I want you to know what you’re signing up for. Before you make a final decision anyway it’s only fair you know the facts.

Obviously after a cliffhanger like that I couldn’t eat another bite. I took my coffee and followed Miles down the hall. He had a such a slender, sleek body. Suave but strong. Like a dancer or swimmer. And a great ass. I’m sure the boys loved it.

Down a curving set of marble stairs we arrived at a kind of sub level garage basement. Miles put his thumb on a keypad and the door slid open to reveal a starkly minimal circular room: a single couch surrounded by a massive projection screen wrapping nearly 360 degrees following the curve of the wall.

And on that screen: CCTV feeds from every room in the house.

The elevator, hallways, kitchen, bathrooms, guest bedrooms….Bear’s room…Even the showers and sauna. I could even see me and Miles standing in the camera room staring at the monitors.

Welcome to the Panopticon, said Miles. Or as I like to call it, The Hub. I record everything that happens in my house. Every room, every day. It's something I got into a long time ago.

He grinned, a little chuckle: So you see, Brooke, you and I are actually already really well-acquainted.

Wait, I said. Your house?

He grabbed an iPad and switched from Live Feed to Playback mode.

And there we were - yesterday afternoon - Miles dicing veggies and me coming off the elevator, looking stunned, stammering Hi.

Fuck there was even sound.

I watched myself walk off one camera and onto another as I followed Miles down the hall to the steam room. There was Bear. Relaxing before I arrived in 4K HD. It was so surreal seeing it all from this point of view: Brooke stripping down, Brooke wandering through the steam, Brooke coming face to face with Bear, gripping his horse cock for the first time.

Miles zoomed in. The resolution was incredible. It looked like we were watching a movie. I was so small next to Bear….the sweat dripping off my ass, cradling that snake against my chest. You could practically see the veins.

Miles paused the playback. So, he said, I guess you can see what I was doing last night.

I dropped onto the couch. I was starting to trip out. Hard.

What is this? I muttered. What is this place? Where the fuck am I?

Miles seemed prepared for this. He took my coffee and handed me some bubble water.

Take a deep breath. Drink that. I know it’s overwhelming at first. But I’ve found the best way is really to go full-disclosure off the bat. Just jump right in. Then we can see if you’re down for what I’ve built.

Again, I was totally confused.

What you’ve built? Isn’t this Bear’s house?

Miles shook his head. No Brooke. Of course it seems like Bear’s house. And that’s the point. That’s the image we want to project. But this is my house. I built it. All of it. Designed it just this way to satisfy every one of my deepest desires.

My mouth must have been hanging open because Miles started to laugh and squeezed my hand.

Here Brooke. Make yourself comfortable. And fuck it let’s get some Mimosas fired up. I’m going to give you a little history lesson to show you why you’re so important to me and Bear.

He pushed a button and the sofa folded out into a reclining futon bed. One of the wall panels opened to reveal a stocked fridge: Champagne. Two glasses.

*POP*

Miles poured: Let's just skip the OJ.

The lights dimmed. We got comfortable.

Watch carefully, said Miles. I think you’re gonna enjoy this.

 

[supersteve]

Very interesting turn of events....

 

[SSwede]

Oh no, don't leave us like this!!!! The cliffhanger Brooke got is nothing compared to this ending......where's the rest??

 

[deeperthanyou]

I’m liking this

 

[neetbix]

Another great instalment..

 

[yllwdeuce]

I just stumbled onto this story....so fucking HOT! I can't wait for you to write more. Gawd damn, you can write!

 

[suckmachine]

Ha, an amazing twist! We will see just how important Bear's mammoth cock is to Brooke and the world! Keep going girl!

 

[supersteve]

Still waiting.............

 

[yllwdeuce]

I think there are quite a few of us waiting. There are several other stories that I have read on here to bide my time...but none of them hold a candle to neon_beaches creative way of writing. I can only imagine how long it may take for her to write these short stories without writing herself into a corner. If you published a book...I would buy it!

 

[blackhandle]

It's been over a month. Time for the next installment...

 

[SSwede]

I could easily read a ned chapter of this story every day but like yllwdeuce says it's better to be patience and let the writer write than have her rush the story and it ends up being weird. I would love to see this story run the length but I want it to be of the same high quality as is has been so I don't mind waiting for the next chapters.....but I have to admit that every time I check this page I hope there's a new post to this story

 

[neon_beaches]

I could easily read a ned chapter of this story every day but like yllwdeuce says it's better to be patience and let the writer write than have her rush the story and it ends up being weird. I would love to see this story run the length but I want it to be of the same high quality as is has been so I don't mind waiting for the next chapters.....but I have to admit that every time I check this page I hope there's a new post to this story

Has it been a month already??? Jesus.

Don’t worry - I wouldn’t publish anything without it being rad. I love this story and I’m so glad you do too. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I write for a living and I have a couple big things I’m chomping through that are taking precedent over Brooke.

But she shall return. And Bear...In a big way...