I grabbed some clothes. I put on a thong, and I took one nightgown from my auntie. "God, this is fucking sexy," I thought, looking at myself in the mirror. "I guess my auntie also has her secrets, I don't think she goes like this at home every night."
It was a dark blue silk dress that ended right below the waist. If I bent down, my thong would show for sure. It also had a huge cleavage and some laces on it. I noticed it had some slight push-up under the breasts which made the cleavage look spectacular. "Holy fuck, I'm getting horny just from looking at myself."
"
I see you don't care about getting a cold or something,
" Kara said to me. The temperature was as cold as the previous days.
"I'm going to grab some cock, so I'm going to dress sexy as fuck even if it means to freeze to death," I replied, whispering.
I left the room and headed for Jake's, barefoot and slowly to avoid making any sound. I opened the door carefully, checking if I saw any hint of light coming from somewhere. Everything was dark: he was asleep. I noticed how I still could see pretty clearly even though there was no light in the room.
"
This is another of the changes I talked to you about. We tend to do our... activities by night, so it comes handy to be able to see in the dark,
" Kara said suddenly. I nodded.
Carefully, I approached him and kneeled next to his bed.
"I can't believe I'm about to do something like this..." I thought.
He was lying on the bed, facing the ceiling, covered with a blanket. I grabbed it and slowly pushed it aside. He was naked under it. A flaccid, curved, meaty shape was resting on his leg, following its path until its head hung over. I noticed how its testicles were burning with a slight brightness.
"
It seems our big guy didn't finish the other day... he's fully loaded,
" Kara said. I didn't want to say anything to avoid waking him up, but Kara understood my expression. "
I'll explain that to you later.
"
"Oh, fuck..." I could feel my body pumping blood to my lower parts. I had the urge to take it and stroke it and lick it until it came inside me, but I breathed deeply to try to keep control over myself. "Just a handjob," I promised myself. "Just a handjob."
My hand moved slowly, trying to reach it. My fingernails touched it first, and I felt it twitch in response. I caressed it with my fingertips, feeling its skin, warm because of the heat the blanked provided until then. It liked my touch, as it began to slowly beat, gaining girth in every blood pump.
It was circumcised, and the glans was showing already: the difference of size was notorious even in that flaccid state. Whoever was who fucked that piece of meat, would have some issues making its head to go inside without a proper lubrication. The shaft was wide, too, but the head was... just too big to fit easily.
I continued caressing it, from the glans to the base of the shaft, and each time it grew bigger. My tits went from dripping drops once in a while to leak drop by drop as a slightly opened faucet.
"What am I doing? I should not be doing this..." I whispered.
"You want it, Carol... don't fight it. You have your thong already soaked. Just let it flow...
"
"No... I don't... I don't..." But as I was saying those words, that cock was getting bigger and bigger and I realized that I just wanted that cumming inside me. "I can't... no... I don't..."
Now erect, it rose over his belly, inclined by its own weight, palpitating. A thick drop of fluid began to slowly fall from its tip, reaching his abs. "Oh, god..." I thought. My index finger brushed against its tip hole, and a river of precum drove through it, reaching my palm.
"
I told you he was fully loaded. You better enjoy this meal. I think you'll find its flavor... very pleasant...
"
I licked my finger and tasted it. It clearly had a different taste from any other I had ever tried. Actually, it was incredibly delicious. I guessed it had something to do with Kara.
I moaned, and I noticed my other hand was already inside my underwear, surfing across its moisture. My heart was about to explode in my chest.
Suddenly, he moved. I gasped, and moved back a little, trying not to make a sound. He was lying on his side, now facing me, with his erect cock pointing at me, pulsating and with a thread of precum falling free to the room's floor.
I approached him again, spit into my hand and began massaging it. It had so much length to run over that I had to lubricate my hand again. I could have grabbed that cock with both of my hands, one next to the other, and I'd still need another one to cover its head. My fingertips couldn't circle that twitching beast. "How have you hidden this from me all these years?", I thought.
Slowly and gently, I began to stroke it, starting from its base, going all up to its glans, opening my hand a little bit to fit the new girth from its head. In each stroke, it twitched, and I could feel how the intensity of that mysterious glow grew brighter and brighter over time.
Its tip was leaking, sometimes a drop, sometimes a spurt of precum, but as time and strokes went by, the powerful precum streams were more and more common, and more and more thick.
I heard his breathing speeding up and getting deeper. He started to make some moaning noises. At this point, I didn't care at all if he woke up, so I sped up the strokes, being still gentle, without squeezing, just slightly caressing his cock's skin, but fast, while I took the fluids of every precum spurt to lubricate my hand.
The sound of its moisture mixed with the sound of my fingers quickly entering and leaving my insides, as my waist moved on its own up and down. The nightgown was all wet because of my boobs leakage. But I didn't care at all about anything. I didn't care if he woke up because of my moans. I didn't care if I soaked the floor. I didn't care if my auntie came through that door while I jerked off her son. I just wanted his cum.
My strokes' speed was making my boobs swing back and forth. "I need it, cum for me, little cousin," I begged. I saw its internal fluids glow and start to move violently, and his cock began to twitch rapidly.
I kept stroking it fast, while I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, hoping to be bred shortly. The hand in my underwear increased its speed, too, as I felt my orgasm growing.
My mouth approached the enormous head and licked it, leaving a thick thread of his precum when my tongue went back inside my mouth. It was fucking delicious. I stuck it out again, breathing deeply and loudly with my mouth wide open, incapable of hiding my pleasure. I could see the steam of my breath floating in the air and disappearing after a while on each breath.
And then, he couldn't hold it anymore. I noticed how the glowing particles traveled fast through the shaft, and then an incredibly thick stream of sperm hit right in my tongue, sticking to it like glue, hitting the back first and then painting it whole, sliding very slowly as the rest of the stream hit my chin and then my breasts as it lost strength. I lowered my head a little in anticipation for the next one, and another thick rope landed in my upper lip, dripping right into my mouth.
They weren't normal spurts: it seemed like a hose shooting something similar to the texture of a yogurt, and I had to swallow once each two or three ropes if I wanted to catch everything.
The next spurt was fast, though, and it hit right in the same spot as the other. I had to swallow, as I felt a pressure growing in my stomach. I gasped, as I started to quiver and to squirt all over powerfully, the fluids hitting the floor more loudly than if I pissed, although all the noise was covered by my loud moans.
Another rope hit me, but I was still cumming and it went over my shoulder, hitting my hair partially. My nipples started to squirt, too, splashing the side of his bed. I couldn't stop orgasming, moaning without caring too much if he woke up, but he kept sleeping deeply as his cock pulsated again and a new thick rope hit my cheek and my shoulder.
Still cumming, I opened my mouth widely and closed it around its tip, breathing loudly through my nose as another thick cumshot hit my palate. Another one came fast, flooding my mouth rapidly, forcing me to swallow, but as I tried to do so, he shot another rope.
I couldn't hold it, and it overflowed from my mouth, a thick stream of sperm escaping with strength through my lips' corners, and then going slowly through my neck and getting lost in my cleavage. I swallowed and opened my mouth to grasp some air, sticking out my tongue again to try to catch everything I could, as another shot hit me, splashing around due to its impulse.
"Oh shit...
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