Me and my uncle Peter just laid there for a while. perfectly content in each other's arms. we reveled in the satisfaction behind what we had just done. I started to wonder when the 'next time' he mentioned would be when he got up. dragging his finger through the cum on his stomach, he put that finger into his mouth and started eating the cum off of his chest. I stopped him and said "Ill do that for you". He smiled, clearly amused.
I licked off every drop of come, taking my time and smelling the scent that was Peter. I turned my attention to his dick but he stopped me saying "save some for later". He looked around and sniffed. "We need to clean up a bit, This room smells like come!". I sniffed and agreed. Melanie wouldnt be too pleased if she riddled out that I had been fucking her Husband.
Peter began to take the sheets off of the bed while I searched in the closet for new ones. once that was done I pointed out to Peter that WE smelled like come. He laughed and said he would go take a shower. I followed him right in.
Peter looked at me quizzicaly and I said it would take too long to have two showers, and besides, its not exactly like we could be uncomfortable with each other's nakedness anymore. I turned on the shower and made it really hot. Peter got somw Body wash in one end and started lathering himself up while I washed my dick. After awhile Peter got the shower head (it was an extendable nozzle) and asked me to clean the come out of his asshole. I got on my knees and obliged. "spread your cheeks a little so i can get in there" I told him, and he did so.I washed all the come away from his anus and then tried to wash it away from the inside.
Peter moaned and I realised he was getting pleasure from this. I stuck my fingers into his asshole and parted it to try and get the water way up. he moaned harder before I decided to abandon the shower nozzle and just use my tongue. I wanted to treat his asshole the same way he treated mine. I licked around the edges and plunged my tongue as deep as I could make it go. He moaned louder and then lost control. Picking me up off of my knees, He kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, but I wanted his dick. I hadnt got a taste of it when we were fucking before, but now I wanted it again.
His hands ran over every part of my body that they could reach while I let myself down. Taking in that same smell, that smell unique to Peter. He moaned and told me to get it over with. I told him not yet and started kissing that monster dick. Fingering his asshole, I ran my tongue up and down that monstrous shaft, trying to imitate what he had done to me. Peter groaned and said "end it, end it, please let me come" Not yet I thought. I carried this on for about a half-hour, I had a raging hardon from imagining how much pleasure I must be giving him.
He moaned louder and louder. I felt his balls tighten and knew he was about to come, so I stopped. Peter moaned in exasperation or pleasure. Im not really sure but ill say it was the latter. I gave him enough time to back away from the point of no return before guiding him to my asshole. I was going to get my wish. I would soon have that dick inside of me. I would milk that monster for all it was worth and..... I gasped as he tried to plunge the whole thing in at once. It hurt like hell and I yelled before telling him to go slow. He apologised and started to ease it in. I waited for my anal muscles to accept him and become accustomed to the size. It took awhile, but soon he was in all the way and thrusting.
I moaned with pleasure. It felt so bloody good to have that thing in me..... I tried to be as vocal as possible to make it better for him. I was making noises like "ooooooooooh" and I masturbated my own cock in the meantime. I felt Peter pick up the pace and a hot blast of Peter's come came shooting into my asshole. I screamed in joy, and so did he. But he continued to shoot blast after blast into me, without any fatigue, or any sign of stopping! His breath became haggard, and his movement became sluugish after awhile, but he was still fucking me with abandon. I came at the same time as him when he had his second orgasm, but after the fifth he kept going! He finally stopped with number six. He tried to talk, but all I heard was "ooh..........ahh.........eh......"
We rested in the shower's spray for awhile, untill Peter managed coherent speech. "Ill clean that up for you" he said, making a gesture toward my come-filled asshole. He started to lick my asshole clean. I just spread my cheeks and let him.
Peter figured that we should at least eat some dinner, to make it look like we hadnt done anything questionable. I agreed, and volunteered to cook. After a meal of scrambled eggs on toast (im not much of a cook) Me and Peter both cleaned up. We got to talking again, and the talk turned to the intense bout of sex we had just had. "You never told me you could have more than one orgasm like that!" I said. He laughed, "of course I never told you! before today you never were the person I could tell stuff like that to!". I laughed too, but it was short lived.
"what are we gonna do about Auntie Mel?" I asked, "This isnt something that she would like, I know that much" Peter frowned,"what do you mean?".