Justins Descent Part 1
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Old homes out in the country are not built like the homes of today. Big families had to make due until they could do better. Often times, houses started off little more than a shack in some rural areas. As the family grew larger, rooms got added on, when and if they could. My wife grew up in a house like that. Whenever we would visit, it would always trip me out on how close they lived together, in separate rooms. This is the story of one of those visits, I'll never forget.
My wife, Ilsa, was planning on going down to the country, to visit her parents, Kate and Jung. Jung had been doing poorly of late and Kate needed a break from taking care of him and trying to work, all at the same time. School was soon to end and while her teaching duties would be done for awhile, dealing with Jung was worse than a class full of k**s. He was old, headstrong and yet, just like a c***d, because he loved to play and wouldn't let anybody tell him what to do. Not the Doctors or Mama Kate or Ilsa. But for some reason, he would sometimes argue with me. That was amazing since if he didn't agree with someone, he'd just tell them no and do what he wanted. He'd still do it his way, but it was like he would even bother to test me to see if I could hang. He outright ignored one son-in-law and the other didn't come around much anymore. So I had a few days off, so I decided to go along and see if I could help. Kate thanked me profusely.
When we got into town, we see Papa Jung headed uptown on his Rascal. He was told not to drive his truck or the Rascal for that matter, but he did things his own way. I hopped out of the truck and walked along with him, so he could show me what's what. He could handle that better than I'm going to babysit him. As I walked alongside, he mentioned the frame in the upstairs addition was settling and the doors were jamming. He was determined to fix it. In his condition, he could hardly hold a hammer, let alone swing one. But mentally, he still knew his stuff. So I just propositioned him right there to let me be his hands and his back, but we'd fix it together. To my astonishment, he agreed with no hesitation. He bought a twistjack, some lag bolts and a bag of mints, before we headed back. No way in hell he could have gotten that jack home in the scooter.
When we arrived back, Mama Kate had started an Apple pie and some fried corn. She didn't need to butter me up, but if you're gonna do it; Do it to death! She knew I loved Apple pie and her fried corn was the bomb. Jung was beat, so Mama Kate got him into his bed downstairs because he couldn't do the stairs but on his best days. Today was not one of those. Ilsa and I would stay in her old room upstairs, down the hall from Mama Kate's. Ilsa's room was in the addition as soon as I got upstairs, I could see the way the door was hitting the top of the frame and sticking open. So I figured I could make it one night with no nookie. The doors and the floors were solid. Old world craftsmanship for sure. But the sag would eventually need more serious work but this was due mostly to the heavy rains they had been getting and the change from Spring to Summer. I could see how Papa Jung was going to fix it, but the Corn and apple pie had done me in as well.
After we ate and talked some, Mama Kate excused herself to shower and then head to bed. Ilsa and I sat on the sofa and watched a tape as Mama Kate went upstairs to bed. As she walked through the hallway toward the stairs, I was surprised to see that I could see right through her nightgown from the light in the kitchen behind her, showing a full bush and her ample and slightly saggy breasts swaying under the frumpy cotton frock. Almost on cue, as I was fighting with all my might to act unaware, she dropped her towel and toothbrush case. I started to stand to help pick it up as she started to bend to do the same, I could see fully down through the neckline her two heavy pink-nippled breasts swaying to and fro. We almost bumped heads as she was trying to pick up the case with her damp fingers and I was not looking at the floor at all. I didn't know if Ilsa saw the show as my body should have been in position to block the view, but the bulge in my pants would certainly give it away. A glimpse lower showed me the bush was almost completely gray and I felt faint from the rush of standing, blood loss to both heads and the sheer embarrassment of being found out. But Mama Kate didn't have her glasses on and was blind as a bat without them. So maybe she didn't see my rager and maybe I could sit down before I passed out. I flopped back down and crossed my legs as Ilsa jumped up saying it was her turn. As Kate headed upstairs, once again I got a parting shot of her bush and her jiggly butt as she headed upstairs.
Ilsa was now in the shower and with Papa Jung knocked out and Mama Kate upstairs, I thought I might chance a little intentional perv session of my own. The bathroom was small, so to save space Jung had installed a pocket door that slides instead of swings. But it too was victim to the settling and sagging going on and a perceptible yet subtle gap was in the frame. As I heard Ilsa shampooing her hair, I took the opportunity to ever-so-slightly slide the door half and inch to see the shower reflected in the medicine cabinet mirror. I stepped around the corner and turned the kitchen light off so I wouldn't be discovered. As I returned I had to remark at the similarities between Ilsa and Kate. Ilsa was heavier set and with much fuller hips, but they both had very similar breasts, with large nipples and larger areola but Ilsa's nipples and areolas were much darker. From what I saw, Kate's were so pink they were nearly see through. They were roughly the same size though. Now doing the conditioner, Ilsa was swinging them left and right and up and down and all around. The strain on my jeans was getting too much. But she was taking much longer than usual. Was this a hint? I decided to see. I slid the door open full, stepped in and closed it full behind me. She kept showering. I stepped close and put my hand on the glass. She met my hand with hers and simply slid the door open, not slowing her rubbing of the conditioner into her hair. As I stood there gazing, more glaring at her at this time, she took her hand off the door and started to rub the conditioner down over right armpit and then the left. The girls down in this part of the country don't worry about shaving a whole lot. She had stopped shaving altogether after we met and I didn't mind one bit. She then moved her hands down to her own sweet bush. Not nearly as big as Kate's but fine nonetheless. As she spread the conditioner around she began to spread more than just the conditioner. Ilsa slowly ran her fingers along the lips of her pussy and with each stroke part them slightly more. The pink was making my head spin again. I wanted to step right in and get some but again, it's a small bathroom. Then Ilsa asked me how long I had been outside watching. I simply unzipped my pants and let out my hard, dripping wet, thick, black dick. She held it in her creamy white hand, watching it throb and jump as she squeezed it. As "angry" as it was, I knew it wouldn't be long before I blasted all over her. Just then she stopped and told me to get my shower stuff from upstairs. Dizzy and turgid, I obliged as I zipped and spun and slipped up the stairs, trying not to trip.
When I got to the bedroom, I was trying not to be too loud and wake Kate, but I couldn't find my night bag. I looked around when I saw the bag was still in the hallway between Ilsa's room and Kate's. As I stepped out to reach for it, I thought I heard my phone going off on vibrate. Down in the country, I rarely get service, so I just throw it in my bag. But I wasn't my phone. It was coming from Kate's room and it wasn't a phone. I stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear the sound get louder then quiet then loud again and muffled again. I took one more step toward her door. I realized then the door to Ilsa's room was not the only door with a problem of not closing. Through the gap and with the light of the Moon shining through the window, I could see the covers of the bed moving rhythmically up and down and a slight squeaking of the bed, as well. The rhythm was building along with her heavy breathing. As she was starting to moan, I turned back to grab my bag to leave. As I got to the room to put down the bag and head back downstairs, my phone did beep announcing to the world That I had service. I stood frozen at the top of the stairs. The breathing and the vibeing stopped. I stood motionless, but my heart was pounding to beat the band. I heard the vibe start up again and I flew down the stairs.
Ilsa had turned off the water and was toweling off now. I simply told her I couldn't find my stuff without any part about the vibe situation. She told me the hot water was nearly run out so she couldn't wait, but to hurry up before she dried up. That was the quickest, coldest shower I've ever taken. I dried off and headed up, stopping briefly to look over at Jung and see he was still knocked out. I pulled the door down as far as I could to get it to close, but the gap was still apparent. I was less than concerned at this point, I had to get some. Ilsa was under a single sheet and the outline of her hips under the Moonlight was stunning. Most guys didn't like all those curves, certainly not the guys in her town. Most called her a fat ass, but I loved it. Maybe that's why Papa Jung liked me because I took his daughter for what she was. He never gave me any attitude for being a "city" boy or for being Black either. He'd let me drive his truck which he didn't let his own son drive. Now I was about to "drive" his girl and in her old room. But I had to be quiet not to disturb Kate. I was sure she was well asleep by now. As I pulled up the covers to get into bed, I had to gaze on her for awhile. She was propped up on her side, with her head on her hand, grinning like a Cheshire cat waiting for a mouse to come around the corner. She reached out to grab my cock and pulled me into bed. I was trying to be quiet, but Ilsa was a different story. She was a screamer and a bit of a closet exhibitionist too. She liked to do home movies with me and wasn't opposed to doing a little dress-up now and again. Luckily for me, it was starting to rain again and the thunder and lightening was starting to roll. We would not be seen or heard and the blinds were all the way up and tonight was no clothing allowed. I pushed up her higher up on the bed and spread her legs so I could get a good look at her pink parts. She was so wet and I was so dry after all that apple pie all, I could think of to quench my thirst was some fur pie. I dove into her pussy like a tick buries into a Deer. Her thighs were squeezing my ears tight, but I could hear her breathing getting heavy. I had her clit in a lip lock you wouldn't believe. She started to buck her hips violently so much, I thought she would snap my neck. As she started to cum, I knew she would burst if I could get my cock in her at just the right moment. As I started to move up, I could have sworn I heard something fall on the floor. I wasn't about to stop. I rolled her over so her big juicy ass was up in the air. As I pushed inside, I felt her start to spasm and her pussy grabbed my dick and pulled it in. Just then, I saw something move in the reflection of the dresser mirror. I pretended not to notice, but through the intermittent lightening, I could see it was Kate.
I could tell she had her gown pulled up to her crotch. I could see the skin on her thighs outlined by the mound of bush I had seen earlier. With Ilsa having her face buried in the pillow, I knew she couldn't see. I didn't want to stop. But Kate was watching my hairy Black ass bouncing up and down inside her offspring and she was getting off on it. I know she hadn't had any sex in quite sometime. at least ways not with Jung. Now I find myself doing a sex show for her and I was getting harder thinking about it. I raised up so I was on my toes, driving deeper and harder into her G-spot. As I kept hitting it, the tingle started in my toes, into my knees and as it hit my thighs, my butt cheeks tightened as my balls released their creamy load deep inside of Ilsa as she came again. But I couldn't let go. It kept pulsing into her and I held her tight. She cursed 9 or 10 times, "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh damn"! Ilsa's thighs were trembling along with mine. Just as I was about to roll over, I took one last glance at the mirror, but Kate was gone. I still wasn't coming down. I pulled her over on top of me and told her to ride me like Flicka and she did!
to be continued
My wife, Ilsa, was planning on going down to the country, to visit her parents, Kate and Jung. Jung had been doing poorly of late and Kate needed a break from taking care of him and trying to work, all at the same time. School was soon to end and while her teaching duties would be done for awhile, dealing with Jung was worse than a class full of k**s. He was old, headstrong and yet, just like a c***d, because he loved to play and wouldn't let anybody tell him what to do. Not the Doctors or Mama Kate or Ilsa. But for some reason, he would sometimes argue with me. That was amazing since if he didn't agree with someone, he'd just tell them no and do what he wanted. He'd still do it his way, but it was like he would even bother to test me to see if I could hang. He outright ignored one son-in-law and the other didn't come around much anymore. So I had a few days off, so I decided to go along and see if I could help. Kate thanked me profusely.
When we got into town, we see Papa Jung headed uptown on his Rascal. He was told not to drive his truck or the Rascal for that matter, but he did things his own way. I hopped out of the truck and walked along with him, so he could show me what's what. He could handle that better than I'm going to babysit him. As I walked alongside, he mentioned the frame in the upstairs addition was settling and the doors were jamming. He was determined to fix it. In his condition, he could hardly hold a hammer, let alone swing one. But mentally, he still knew his stuff. So I just propositioned him right there to let me be his hands and his back, but we'd fix it together. To my astonishment, he agreed with no hesitation. He bought a twistjack, some lag bolts and a bag of mints, before we headed back. No way in hell he could have gotten that jack home in the scooter.
When we arrived back, Mama Kate had started an Apple pie and some fried corn. She didn't need to butter me up, but if you're gonna do it; Do it to death! She knew I loved Apple pie and her fried corn was the bomb. Jung was beat, so Mama Kate got him into his bed downstairs because he couldn't do the stairs but on his best days. Today was not one of those. Ilsa and I would stay in her old room upstairs, down the hall from Mama Kate's. Ilsa's room was in the addition as soon as I got upstairs, I could see the way the door was hitting the top of the frame and sticking open. So I figured I could make it one night with no nookie. The doors and the floors were solid. Old world craftsmanship for sure. But the sag would eventually need more serious work but this was due mostly to the heavy rains they had been getting and the change from Spring to Summer. I could see how Papa Jung was going to fix it, but the Corn and apple pie had done me in as well.
After we ate and talked some, Mama Kate excused herself to shower and then head to bed. Ilsa and I sat on the sofa and watched a tape as Mama Kate went upstairs to bed. As she walked through the hallway toward the stairs, I was surprised to see that I could see right through her nightgown from the light in the kitchen behind her, showing a full bush and her ample and slightly saggy breasts swaying under the frumpy cotton frock. Almost on cue, as I was fighting with all my might to act unaware, she dropped her towel and toothbrush case. I started to stand to help pick it up as she started to bend to do the same, I could see fully down through the neckline her two heavy pink-nippled breasts swaying to and fro. We almost bumped heads as she was trying to pick up the case with her damp fingers and I was not looking at the floor at all. I didn't know if Ilsa saw the show as my body should have been in position to block the view, but the bulge in my pants would certainly give it away. A glimpse lower showed me the bush was almost completely gray and I felt faint from the rush of standing, blood loss to both heads and the sheer embarrassment of being found out. But Mama Kate didn't have her glasses on and was blind as a bat without them. So maybe she didn't see my rager and maybe I could sit down before I passed out. I flopped back down and crossed my legs as Ilsa jumped up saying it was her turn. As Kate headed upstairs, once again I got a parting shot of her bush and her jiggly butt as she headed upstairs.
Ilsa was now in the shower and with Papa Jung knocked out and Mama Kate upstairs, I thought I might chance a little intentional perv session of my own. The bathroom was small, so to save space Jung had installed a pocket door that slides instead of swings. But it too was victim to the settling and sagging going on and a perceptible yet subtle gap was in the frame. As I heard Ilsa shampooing her hair, I took the opportunity to ever-so-slightly slide the door half and inch to see the shower reflected in the medicine cabinet mirror. I stepped around the corner and turned the kitchen light off so I wouldn't be discovered. As I returned I had to remark at the similarities between Ilsa and Kate. Ilsa was heavier set and with much fuller hips, but they both had very similar breasts, with large nipples and larger areola but Ilsa's nipples and areolas were much darker. From what I saw, Kate's were so pink they were nearly see through. They were roughly the same size though. Now doing the conditioner, Ilsa was swinging them left and right and up and down and all around. The strain on my jeans was getting too much. But she was taking much longer than usual. Was this a hint? I decided to see. I slid the door open full, stepped in and closed it full behind me. She kept showering. I stepped close and put my hand on the glass. She met my hand with hers and simply slid the door open, not slowing her rubbing of the conditioner into her hair. As I stood there gazing, more glaring at her at this time, she took her hand off the door and started to rub the conditioner down over right armpit and then the left. The girls down in this part of the country don't worry about shaving a whole lot. She had stopped shaving altogether after we met and I didn't mind one bit. She then moved her hands down to her own sweet bush. Not nearly as big as Kate's but fine nonetheless. As she spread the conditioner around she began to spread more than just the conditioner. Ilsa slowly ran her fingers along the lips of her pussy and with each stroke part them slightly more. The pink was making my head spin again. I wanted to step right in and get some but again, it's a small bathroom. Then Ilsa asked me how long I had been outside watching. I simply unzipped my pants and let out my hard, dripping wet, thick, black dick. She held it in her creamy white hand, watching it throb and jump as she squeezed it. As "angry" as it was, I knew it wouldn't be long before I blasted all over her. Just then she stopped and told me to get my shower stuff from upstairs. Dizzy and turgid, I obliged as I zipped and spun and slipped up the stairs, trying not to trip.
When I got to the bedroom, I was trying not to be too loud and wake Kate, but I couldn't find my night bag. I looked around when I saw the bag was still in the hallway between Ilsa's room and Kate's. As I stepped out to reach for it, I thought I heard my phone going off on vibrate. Down in the country, I rarely get service, so I just throw it in my bag. But I wasn't my phone. It was coming from Kate's room and it wasn't a phone. I stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. I could hear the sound get louder then quiet then loud again and muffled again. I took one more step toward her door. I realized then the door to Ilsa's room was not the only door with a problem of not closing. Through the gap and with the light of the Moon shining through the window, I could see the covers of the bed moving rhythmically up and down and a slight squeaking of the bed, as well. The rhythm was building along with her heavy breathing. As she was starting to moan, I turned back to grab my bag to leave. As I got to the room to put down the bag and head back downstairs, my phone did beep announcing to the world That I had service. I stood frozen at the top of the stairs. The breathing and the vibeing stopped. I stood motionless, but my heart was pounding to beat the band. I heard the vibe start up again and I flew down the stairs.
Ilsa had turned off the water and was toweling off now. I simply told her I couldn't find my stuff without any part about the vibe situation. She told me the hot water was nearly run out so she couldn't wait, but to hurry up before she dried up. That was the quickest, coldest shower I've ever taken. I dried off and headed up, stopping briefly to look over at Jung and see he was still knocked out. I pulled the door down as far as I could to get it to close, but the gap was still apparent. I was less than concerned at this point, I had to get some. Ilsa was under a single sheet and the outline of her hips under the Moonlight was stunning. Most guys didn't like all those curves, certainly not the guys in her town. Most called her a fat ass, but I loved it. Maybe that's why Papa Jung liked me because I took his daughter for what she was. He never gave me any attitude for being a "city" boy or for being Black either. He'd let me drive his truck which he didn't let his own son drive. Now I was about to "drive" his girl and in her old room. But I had to be quiet not to disturb Kate. I was sure she was well asleep by now. As I pulled up the covers to get into bed, I had to gaze on her for awhile. She was propped up on her side, with her head on her hand, grinning like a Cheshire cat waiting for a mouse to come around the corner. She reached out to grab my cock and pulled me into bed. I was trying to be quiet, but Ilsa was a different story. She was a screamer and a bit of a closet exhibitionist too. She liked to do home movies with me and wasn't opposed to doing a little dress-up now and again. Luckily for me, it was starting to rain again and the thunder and lightening was starting to roll. We would not be seen or heard and the blinds were all the way up and tonight was no clothing allowed. I pushed up her higher up on the bed and spread her legs so I could get a good look at her pink parts. She was so wet and I was so dry after all that apple pie all, I could think of to quench my thirst was some fur pie. I dove into her pussy like a tick buries into a Deer. Her thighs were squeezing my ears tight, but I could hear her breathing getting heavy. I had her clit in a lip lock you wouldn't believe. She started to buck her hips violently so much, I thought she would snap my neck. As she started to cum, I knew she would burst if I could get my cock in her at just the right moment. As I started to move up, I could have sworn I heard something fall on the floor. I wasn't about to stop. I rolled her over so her big juicy ass was up in the air. As I pushed inside, I felt her start to spasm and her pussy grabbed my dick and pulled it in. Just then, I saw something move in the reflection of the dresser mirror. I pretended not to notice, but through the intermittent lightening, I could see it was Kate.
I could tell she had her gown pulled up to her crotch. I could see the skin on her thighs outlined by the mound of bush I had seen earlier. With Ilsa having her face buried in the pillow, I knew she couldn't see. I didn't want to stop. But Kate was watching my hairy Black ass bouncing up and down inside her offspring and she was getting off on it. I know she hadn't had any sex in quite sometime. at least ways not with Jung. Now I find myself doing a sex show for her and I was getting harder thinking about it. I raised up so I was on my toes, driving deeper and harder into her G-spot. As I kept hitting it, the tingle started in my toes, into my knees and as it hit my thighs, my butt cheeks tightened as my balls released their creamy load deep inside of Ilsa as she came again. But I couldn't let go. It kept pulsing into her and I held her tight. She cursed 9 or 10 times, "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh damn"! Ilsa's thighs were trembling along with mine. Just as I was about to roll over, I took one last glance at the mirror, but Kate was gone. I still wasn't coming down. I pulled her over on top of me and told her to ride me like Flicka and she did!
to be continued
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