2 comments/ 53425 views/ 7 favorites A Trip to Purgatory By: regularguy13 Ch.1 Hot sex with a Hot Bridesmaid "It's a shame Carrie isn't here, she would have loved this," Eli said to Carrie's brother Rob. Rob nodded solemnly. Eli was enjoying the wedding more than he had expected even though it wasn't his cup of tea. The traditional wedding music had been replaced by contemporary rock music. A formal church service exchanged for an outdoor affair conducted by a new age priestess. However, the bride's gown was conventional, a simple flowing white dress that made Jennifer look angelic. Carrie was supposed to be here. She was the favorite Aunt of Steven, the groom, and a loving presence in his life. Hers was the first name added to the wedding list. Eli was just the 'plus one' on the invitation, her husband. Tragically, Eli's college sweetheart and wife of 25 years, Carrie, had been killed 5 months and 3 days ago in the tragic DC train accident. It was a body blow that he hadn't recovered from and he suspected he never would, but life goes on or so they say. Although for this 48 year old, life had lost its luster. Today, he was standing beside his wife's brother as they watched the boy Rob had raised for 12 years enter into a holy matrimony before God, family and friends. Eli came in homage to Carrie because she would not have missed this wedding for the world. Rob was relegated to by-stander status because he was not the groom's biological father and no longer part of the family. Rob and Steven's mother, Bridget, had been man and wife for 15 years, but they divorced 2 years ago. Everyone said it was a shame that they divorced. Rob had loved and raised the two children Bridget brought into the marriage just the same as the son that he and Bridget had together. Rob's downfall began with an automobile accident. His severe injuries required surgery, physical therapy and painkillers. Unfortunately, he became addicted to the painkillers. This addiction overwhelmed him and eventually cost him his job, his wife and his family. This was yet another blow to Bridget who had more than her share of tough breaks. Sister or Sis as she was called by her family was the eldest of four girls born into a strict, religious Irish Catholic family. All the girls rebelled against the tyrannical rule of their father. Bridget got knocked up by her hooligan boyfriend when she was 16. Bridget's dad was livid and he forced them to get married. Bridget had the baby and Ernie, the newlywed husband, an 18 year old high school drop- out went to work as a construction laborer to support his young family. A second child, a daughter, soon joined the unhappy family. Ernie's immaturity and lack of character doomed the marriage. Soon he was taking his frustrations out on Bridget with his fists. The beatings were so severe that eventually even a staunch supporter of the Church, like Bridget's father, allowed them to divorce. At 18, Bridget was a divorced high school drop-out with 2 young children to care for. She struggled. She cared for her kids during the day and worked nights and week-ends as a waitress in a restaurant when her mother and sisters could look after the kids. Rob was a regular at that establishment. Rob was a good man with a steady job and he became the answer to Bridget's prayers. Bridget was the girl of Rob's dreams. She was on the tall side at 5' 7", with red hair, hazel eyes, and pale white skin the kind that is prone to freckles. She had a pretty face and a good figure. Childbirth had been kind to her. She managed to keep her slim hips and waist, and breast feeding had affected her modest bosom in a good way changing her A cups into a full B's. Rob was a good provider and a stabilizing force in the children's lives. He was Steven's father from age 2 until age 18. However, his name did not appear in today's program. He played no part in the ceremony. He watched his ex-wife sit in the front row as the mother of the groom. Ernie was introduced as Steven's dad. Rob, who did all the work raising Steven, took the slights stoically and watched his son get married. He left soon after the service. The wedding and reception took place at the riverside home of the bride and groom. The weather could not have been more accommodating; it was a gorgeous sunny summer day. The sun, heat and painful memories of Eli's lost bride had him frequenting the full bar. Eli was soon well medicated and in need of emptying his bladder. He entered the house and stood fourth in line for the bathroom. One of the bridesmaids, who had also being imbibing heavily, stumbled into the room. She was a tiny thing, 5' 2", extremely skinny, definitely less than 100 pounds. Eli guessed that she was in her early 20's. She spoke a little too loudly as she announced to no one in particular, "I...I've got to go to the bathroom." She lurched into Eli. It was like a feather hitting an oak tree. Eli is 6' and 200 pounds; she didn't even cause him to sway. Eli caught her and held her steady as she regained her balance. Eli had the strong suspicion that she had nothing on under her light gray dress. He found that amusing. "Nice catch Pops," she said with a giggle. Eli caught the flash from a stone that pierced her nose and from a chunk of metal embedded in her tongue. She had multiple rings in each ear. Her red hair had a splash of blue in it and some daisies. "Par for the course, I guess these days," Eli thought to himself. "No problem, flower girl." Eli said teasing her about her outlandish appearance and her tiny stature. Eli had picked on the wrong girl. This one was slightly drunk and overly sensitive to comments that implied she was a kid. For as long as she could remember, she had been teased about being a kid because she had always been small, short and skinny. "Hey! I'm not a kid," she shouted, "I'm 18 and a bridesmaid. Got it?" She put a hand on her hip and pointed the other at Eli while lecturing him adding, "Remember, you can't judge a book by its cover." "My apologies, ma'am," Eli responded. He grinned thinking "This is a feisty one". He decided to continue to toy with her. "You've misunderstood me. I like your style. You're a real free spirit right? It reminds me of "The Summer of Love", 1967. San Francisco." Eli saw a blank look on her face, 1967 was well before she was born. Eli tried to clarify his statement with a song. "If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair... If you come to San Francisco, Summertime will be a love-in there. Eli's tenor voice was captivating and melodious. It stunned her because it was so beautiful and he sounded so sincere. No one had ever serenaded her before. She swooned and all her defensiveness melted away. "Wow. That was...great," she said softly, impressed by this older man, "Yea, I'm a free spirit." The girl toppled into him again, she rested her underdeveloped body against Eli's rugged frame and placed her head against his chest. She looked up at him, smiled and whispered in a husky voice, "You know...we don't have to wait in line. I know where there's another bathroom." She pushed off Eli and unsteadily began weaving across the floor. She looked over her shoulder at him and crooked her finger. Eli followed more as a spotter expecting her to fall again than a man interested in a shorter line. They ambled upstairs and she burst through the door into the master bedroom. "This way," she lisped. "All the bridesmaids got dressed in here. There is a bathroom over here." The room was empty. Eli entered. The young woman stopped and said, "You can go first." Eli had had fun teasing this youngster, he decided he wasn't done with her yet. Knowing she wanted to be treated as a grown up, he smiled at the cute girl and playfully said, "You and I are a lot alike. We can't be judged by our appearances. We're also both nonconformists. I say to hell with convention, let's go in together." The intoxicated woman gave him a wicked smiled and said, "Yea, let's." They entered the master bathroom arm-in-arm. The girl giggled, sat on the edge of the tub and gestured that Eli could have the toilet first. Eli brazenly unzipped his pants, fished out his dick and proceeded to pee. It was a long 'I've been drinking beer' pee. She watched him, appraising his equipment. When her turn came, she gathered up her long dress and flung it theatrically over her shoulder. Her lack of panties was evident as she marched to the throne. She was a slim one: her thighs just slightly bigger than Eli's biceps, a very small waist, no butt and no hair on her pussy. She sat down and spread her legs and asked, "Do you want to watch?" Eli nodded at the spunky young exhibitionist. A yellow trickle escaped from her cleft sex, it soon grew into a full golden gush. The air smelled of urine and Eli heard her sigh above the sound of the rush of her stream. When she was done, she daintily dabbed her shaven pussy, stood and bowed, proud of her performance. Eli was intrigued by the playful erotic girl. She wasn't his cup of tea, his type was more self-confident, certainly older and womanly, not waif-like, but still there was a certain something about her. He approached her, took her in his arms and kissed her pale lips. She returned the kiss with more ardor than Eli had expected so Eli dropped a hand to her bare ass. He was amazed by its tiny size. His one hand could practically span her entire bottom. He groped her small, firm rump. While the kissing continued, her hand dropped to his exposed manhood and grasped it firmly. She speculated on its potential length and girth. It began to swell and harden as she gently stroked him. She was pleased when it expanded to a full 6 inches with ample thickness. Eli let loose of her ass and brought his hand up to her chest. Her endowment was modest, the thickness of his hand. Her breasts were high and firm with a hard and surprising thick nipple. He strummed it with his thumb and she sighed again. She dropped to her knees and her mouth enveloped his dick. Eli is not huge, but since she was petite, she struggled to get much of him into her mouth. She persevered bravely, but could only effectively lick and kiss his penis and suck on the rubbery head of his dick; however, after 6 months of inactivity, Eli sincerely appreciated her efforts. The metal studded tongue was a new sensation. Eli gently grasped her by the arms and stood her up, he then gathered her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He looked deeply into her eyes and said, "I'm going to make you come." Shyly she replied honestly with her eyes downcast, "Uhmm...I don't come often especially if I've been drinking." Eli plopped her face-down on the bed and unzipped her gown. He helped her out of it and laid her on her back. He stood and took in the nude beauty before him. "Nymph. That is what I will call you." Eli traced a finger slowly across her young face, down her elegant neck and circled her small firm breasts. Her hard thick pink nipples stood at attention. Her boobs were just a gentle rise on her narrow chest. They had large pink areolas and thick tall nipples which seemed out of proportion with her body. But just like her spunkiness, they suited her personality. Eli continued his loving inspection. She had a tiny waist 20", 22" at most and a firm belly curving gently down to her bare vagina. This small woman had thick outer lips and oversized inner lips. The darker folds of her ragged inner lips spilled out of her sex. She saw where his gaze fell and, embarrassed, she crossed her legs. "Don't look there," she pleaded. "It's so ugly." "No you're wrong. You are beautiful like a little forest nymph. Your fat nipples and the extra folds of your pussy excite me. They match your oversized temperament. And now, I'm going to make you cum." She braced herself expecting him to climb on top of her and drive his hard prick inside her dry vagina as the boys did. Instead he took her hand. His eyes looked soulfully into her eyes as his two hands massaged her small hand and fingers. Minutes passed. She sighed with enjoyment and noticed a wetness begin to build between her thighs. Eli placed her hand on her stomach and reached for her tiny foot. He proceeded to massage each of her feet with the same loving attention he had given her hand. She was thrilled and in awe of him. She found it relaxing, pleasurable and stimulating. None of her other lovers had ever delayed their gratification or even for a moment shown any consideration for her and her pleasure. Finally, Eli lowered his face to her sex. She was wet and ready for penetration, but Eli was not in a hurry. He began to gently caress her thighs with his fingers and apply light kisses. She squirmed at his tenderness and her legs were soon covered with goose bumps. Her pussy began to throb begging for attention; however, Eli would only give it an occasional quick brush. Each light touch though would elicit a moan and cause her to move her hips as she tried to extend and deepen the contact. "More," she cried out. "I need more," Eli placed his mouth on her opening. He again lingered, feeling her softness, the wetness, tasting her womanly fluid and experiencing the heat of her engorged pussy. Without any pubic hair, her sex was incredibly smooth and accessible. His tongue explored the inner and outer lips and then plunged into the salty crevice. She bucked against his face with a demanding rhythm. Eli could sense her hunger, her desire. His lips and tongue now began to visit her swollen clit. He inserted a finger and began to rub the rough patch inside her vagina, her G spot. His attack on her clit became more regular and forceful. She moaned. She groaned soulfully. She began calling out loudly, "Oh, God. Yes. There. Yes there. Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD!" Eli felt her body spasm. She unconsciously drew her legs up. Her pussy clamped down trapping his finger. His face felt a spurt of feminine fluid as his nymph was in the grips of a mighty orgasm. Then she was quiet and still, no longer even breathing, just experiencing the electric jolt of her mind blowing orgasm. Eli smiled and lay still and let her enjoy and recover. He knew his time would come. Slowly, she returned. Her overloaded sensors re-booted and her mind was again functioning. She found herself covered with sweat and breathing heavily. She hugged Eli's head to her crotch. "Thank you. That was ...that was the best orgasm ever," she said with conviction. She ran her fingers though his hair and let out a deep sigh. Eli laughed, lifted himself off her and stood. He stripped off his clothes and got on his hands and knees, his powerful body hovering over hers. He began to nuzzle her tiny tits and suck and nip at her oversized teats. She yelped in response. His heavy erection grazed her soft thighs. She reached down to capture his big cock and guided it to her sopping pussy. Eli slipped the head inside her warm opening and kissed her small mouth. She eagerly opened both orifices for him and encouraged him to enter. Her tongue reached out for his and her cunt rocked against his steely hardness driving it further into her waiting cavity. They both found it extremely pleasurable. Eli was concerned about her small frame so he proceeded slowly. He entered her pussy cautiously. He was pleased and surprised to discover that she could accommodate all of him. When he was in to the hilt, he paused to savor her warm tightness. "Fuck me old man," she teased, "I've got a sneaky suspicion that you can coax another wonderful orgasm out of me." Eli laughed and began stroking his rod in and out of her. She was active, responsive and their pace quickened. Eli enjoyed her. Eli wanted to experience more of her so he pulled out and lifted off her. Light heartedly he said, "I want to try that boney ass of yours. Get up on your knees." She took no offense and assumed the position. Eli guided his dick into her slick cunt. It was weird. Her pussy felt great, but her ass...it had no soft cushion of fat and flesh. Her butt was unappealing. From this vantage point it was obvious that she wasn't just thin, she was gaunt. Eli was afraid he would hurt her so after a couple of gentle pokes he said, "I've changed my mind. I want to play with your tits and watch you come again. Let me be on the bottom and you ride me." It wasn't true, but he thought putting her in charge of the fucking was the safest course of action. She giggled and said, "I love being a cowgirl." They re-arranged themselves. His nymph guided his pole into her wet vagina and she began bouncing on his hardness. She took all of him in. The nymph ground her clit into his pubic bone as he pulled and pinched her fat, firm nipples. It was good for both of them. Since she was in control, the girl made sure she got all the contact she needed and Eli could enjoy the fuck without worry or fear of hurting her. The skin on her face and chest became blotchy, her breathing became more pronounced. She screamed again as she came hard. Eli was surprised he had lasted this long, she was a tigress with a tight pussy and it had been so long since he had been with a woman. Her orgasm triggered his. His penis detonated and jets of sperm flew into the little woman. They were a sweaty, panting, pleasured mess. Eventually, they each got up, cleaned up, dressed and returned to the party. They parted with a kiss and a new understanding of themselves. She walked away with a little more self-confidence and self-respect and he felt re-connected to the world. They each went their separate ways, A Trip to Purgatory Ch. 02 Eli bumped into Bridget. "Hello Sister." "Oh, hello Brother," she replied and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. It was their inside joke. He had been around her and her family often enough to know that her nickname when growing up was Sister or Sis. She called him brother, her shorthand for brother. "Congratulations. It is a wonderful day and it was a lovely ceremony," Eli said sincerely. "Yes, it was. Steven was so handsome and Jennifer looked like an angel. Carrie..." Bridget paused and added in lower tone, "Carrie would have been so proud and happy." Bridget's eyes showed that she was sorry to have mentioned his dead wife. "Its okay, Bridget. Carrie would have loved the day, the service. She loved Steven and Jennifer." Eli smiled letting her know that he was surviving her loss. Bridget was pleased. She knew he had loved Carrie dearly. She sensed that he had moved past the anger and depression to an appreciation for the time they had had and he was moving forward with his life. As they continued to talk, Bridget noticed that one then two bridesmaids passed by and tried to get Eli's attention. He was oblivious to this. She wondered what it was all about, they were half his age. "Well, he is handsome in a rugged sort of way," she told herself. Bridget grabbed him by the arm and said, "Let's get out of here! I need a break. Between all the tension of planning the wedding and playing the part of the "Mother of the Groom', I could use a stiff drink. I've got a bottle of Jameson in the car." "Sure, thing Sis. Where shall we go?" "Some place where there is peace and quiet and no relatives and... a hamburger and fries," Bridget said with a laugh. "I'm with you. We'll hit the drive through and head back to my place. We can have a picnic on the back deck with only the birds and squirrels for company. "Great." They snuck away unnoticed, got their meal and soon were at the house. "I've got to get out of these pantyhose," Bridget said. "You can use the bathroom down the hall. I'm going to change real quick and I'll meet you on the deck." Bridget used the bathroom, balled up her pantyhose and stuck them in her purse. Eli ducked into his bedroom, lost the suit and emerged in shorts and a polo shirt. He grabbed plates and glasses from the kitchen and met Sis out on the deck. The sun was shining bright; it was a warm and humid 80 degrees. "Oh, now I'm so jealous. Look at you so cool and comfortable in your casual clothes and I'm stuck in this formal dress." "Uh, sorry. I can get you a pair of my shorts..." Sis interrupted him and good naturedly said, "Fat lot of good that would do me, I'd be swimming in them." "You know, I can do better than that. I've boxed up Carrie's clothes. On Monday I'm taking them to the Salvation Army. Go get something." "I couldn't." "No really. It's okay," Eli said and when he saw her hesitating, thinking about it, he added, "They're in the bedroom. If you don't, some stranger will be wearing them next week." Sis felt the heat of the sun on her back and changed her mind. Bridget went through the clothes sure she would find something. Carrie was a little bigger through the hips and Sis was a littler bigger through the bust, but they were about the same size. She found a skirt and cotton shirt that would do. Bridget had a problem. She didn't have a bra or underwear. Her mother-of-the-bride dress was a knee length backless dress. It was a dress you couldn't wear a bra with so the designer built the needed support into the dress and since Bridget had worn pantyhose, she didn't have any panties. She didn't see a box with underwear so she called out to Eli, "Do you have any of her under garments?" "No. I couldn't imagine anyone wanting used underwear. I threw all that stuff out." "Okay," Sis said to herself, "The skirt goes. I'll wear these shorts." Eli had the umbrella in place, their drinks poured and the paper plates and napkins out when Bridget walked barefoot onto the deck. His eyes immediately went to the tight cotton top. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that he could make out her areolas and hard nipples through the thin fabric or that she obviously wasn't wearing a bra that drew his attention. Either way, his dick stirred in his pants. Eli forced himself to look away from her chest; he hoped it was before she caught him staring at her boobs. They sat, ate and chatted about inconsequential things. Afterwards they took their second glass of whiskey and walked in the garden. That gave Eli a chance to look Sis over. She was a good looking woman, tall with dark red hair and lively hazel eyes. For a woman who was 38 years old and had three kids she was in fantastic shape. She wasn't some stick figured "Twiggy" super model; she had a real woman's figure. She was fit and she had curves. She had slender, shapely legs and hips, a nice round butt and boobs. Not gigantic block out the sun boobs, but not 'I don't need a bra, band-aids will do' tits either. She was blessed with a little more than a nice handful, probably 36 B's. Bridget was also taking stock of Eli. For a man in his late forties, he was a fit 200 pounds on a 6 foot frame. His gray hair made him looked distinguished and he was funny. Obviously, he had been hurt by the untimely passing of his wife, but he had not been crushed and destroyed by it. "You know, I always envy you and Carrie. It was so obvious that you two were so in love." "We were. But what about you and Rob? I thought you two were a good match." "A good match yes...but," Sis paused and drained her glass. "I've never been in love. Ernie was a mistake, I went looking for the boy my Dad would hate the most and got pregnant by him...And Rob, well he was great, but let's face it I was desperate. Two kids and no education, I needed help and Rob rescued me. I respect him and I'll always be grateful to him...but I didn't love him." They returned to the patio and re-filled their drinks. They sat opposite each other on chaise lounges silently enjoying the sunset. Sis had been sitting stretched out with her legs crossed at the ankles. She shifted and drew her left leg up and tucked her foot under her right knee. Eli glanced her way and was stunned; he had to do a double take. Eli could see her pussy! The leg holes on the too big shorts were gaping open and he could see red...red pubic hair...fire crotch. His dick did more than twitch, he got an instant erection. Eli tried to act casual as he watched the sunset and looked up Bridget's shorts. He struggled to re-position the iron rod bulging in his shorts. He was successful with the first two, but eventually Sister noticed the third item. She giggled watching the man struggle trying to hide his erection. After his third drink, Eli was well lubricated. "Do you remember the trip we all took to Hilton head?" "Yes," Sis replied. She too was feeling no pain. "There was that one evening, our spouses were in bed. It was late and I was watching the Cubs game and you came out in a long cotton nightgown and sat on the deck. I watched you sitting quietly in the moonlight and then went out to join you. I was intrigued 'what is she doing' I wondered." Eli smiled remembering the night, took another sip of whiskey and continued, "You were so beautiful. I stood by the railing facing you and you sat leaning forward looking at the ocean. I could see the top half of your pale breasts. Your legs were spread wide apart, your knees stretching the fabric of you gown. Do you remember that night?" Sis nodded. "I often though of that night and wondered if you were trying to seduce me. If you were waiting for me to do something, but all I did was say good night." Bridget drank her drink and said, "No, I wasn't trying to seduce you. Rob and I had just had sex. He went to sleep happy and satisfied and I went outside to contemplate my life. My legs were spread because I don't like the yucky feeling of cum smeared thighs rubbing or sticking together. He was a good and honorable man and I wondered if we should split up because he deserved to be with someone who would love him as much as he loved me." Bridget continued, "I didn't have the courage to tell him that night. But I finally did the right thing. I told him a week before his automobile accident. Do you know what he told me? He said we should divorce so that I could have the opportunity to know how good it feels to love someone." After her testimony, Bridget began to cry. Eli was stunned by her powerful, soul wrenching confession. He crossed the deck, knelt and held her as she sobbed. Eli didn't say anything. He just held her. She cried until she didn't want to cry any more. They continued to hug one another in silence. After a long time, Eli pulled back and looked into Bridget's eyes. He saw fear. Fear that he would think less of her due to her confession. He didn't feel that way. He was impressed with her honesty and that she had bared her soul to him. It made her more appealing than her beautiful body. He tentatively moved his head forward a millimeter and she did too. Eli closed his eyes and kissed her. Bridget returned the kiss gratefully and then passionately. "Sis, we shouldn't be doing this," Eli sighed plaintively as he broke off their deep kiss and pulled away from her. "No, no..." she whined, "You know in your heart this it isn't wrong." She began to cry as he stepped into the house. Bridget got up and followed him through the door. "Is it too soon for you?" she asked. Eli busied himself at the sink. "I don't know..." "Or is it that you liked it. You felt something and it scared you...like you were cheating on Carrie." Eli didn't respond. Sis leaned into his back, her arms wrapped around his waist and continued, "I know you know Carrie's gone and you and I are still here. It sounds trite to say life is for the living, but I like you. I think you like me. We owe it to ourselves to see if this could grow into something special because let me tell you, special doesn't come around every day." Bridget was crying again as she finished her statement. Eli was confused. He did like her and he knew what she was saying was true. He turned to her and held her. She felt good in his arms. She hugged him tight and stopped crying. They kissed again, tentatively at first and then more ardently. Sister led him to the den and had him sit on the sofa. She knelt in front of him and pulled the tight cotton top over her head. Her bountiful bosom bounced. Her thick pink nipples pointed at him. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them along with his boxers off as he lifted his hips. His hard prick sprang out. She covered it will her mouth. Eli watched this beautiful red head suck his dick. Unlike earlier today, this one knew what she was doing and could handle his equipment. He lay back and let her take care of him. After a time, he pulled her to him. She straddled his hips and they kissed again. Eli loved the feel of her lips; they were warmer and softer than they had been earlier. She pressed her tits into him. He ripped his shirt off so that he could feel her flesh on his chest. He loved the warmth and softness of her boobs and the hardness of her fat nipples. She ground her cloth covered crotch into his erection as they French kissed. Eli gently slid her to the side and made her lay on her back. He kicked away his fallen clothes. Nude, he stood over her. He loved the tan lines outlining her breasts. Eli took off her shorts and put his face to her sex. She had an abundance of red pubic hair. He buried his nose in it and breathed deeply vacuuming in the essence of this beautiful woman. He jabbed his pointed tongue through her thick bush and tasted her tangy fluid. Ambrosia. He lapped at the fountain of her sex, savoring her warmth, the taste and her personal perfume. Remembering his disappoint with the nymph, he flipped her over to check out her ass. It was gorgeous...perfect. Round and womanly, juicy and soft. He was so aroused by it, that he bit one plump cheek. Bridget squealed in response. He spread her butt cheeks, gazed at her anus and decided to taste it too. He licked the brown button and thrust his tongue into the tight muscular ring. She laughed and playfully pushed her butt into his face. This orifice tasted sweet as well. Satisfied that this one had a sexy, appealing rump, he rolled her over again and gave her pussy the attention it deserved. She was wet; her sex was warm and slippery. He licked and explored her cunt. He ran his tongue around her thick outer lips. Her inner lips were long and ragged. He sucked on them, teasing them out and then chewed on them. Then he got down to some serious cunnilingus, sucking on her clit while sawing a finger in and out her pleasure hole. "Enough," she cried out of breath. "It's time to fuck. Sit on the sofa," she ordered. Bridget again straddled her man. This time she impaled herself on his plump 6 inches. She thrust her big breasts into his face and he sucked tit while she rode him hard. This one had an educated pussy. She utilized her inner muscles to grasp and hug his cock as she bounced up and down. Too much, it was too much for Eli. "Oh, I'm cumming," he cried out loudly as his sperm burst forth from his prick. "Yes. Cum for me darling" She doubled her pace as she felt the warm sticky liquid fill her cavity. She felt his pulsing dick and she came with a loud scream. "Oh my God. Oh God. Oh Eli!" Her velvety box spasmed and clamped down on his manhood. His ears rang due to the sharpness and volume of her shouts. He hugged her tight and caressed her back and soft butt as she was lost in the sensation of her orgasm. Eli could feel perspiration run down his brow and cum run down his thighs. His penis was shrinking and no longer capable of plugging her hole. He didn't care about the mess. He hugged her tighter and kissed her on the neck until she wriggled away from his lips because her body was too sensitive to allow him to touch any erogenous zone. The two lovers were spent. They were so comfortable in their mutual embrace and warmed by body contact that they dozed off. Bridget woke first when she felt herself sliding of Eli. Her quick jerky movement awoke Eli who yawned, smiled when he saw her and said, "Hello, there." "Hi to you. I'm going to shower. I feel like one giant sweat stain. Care to join me?" Sis raised her eyebrows provocatively. "Absolutely." The naked pair padded off to the shower. It was a tight fit, but neither minded the close quarters. They started of washing themselves and ended up washing each other. Bridget cleaned Eli's dick until it resembled a steel rod. Eli soaped her tits and coaxed her nipples to new heights. They were as thick as his pinky finger. Then he went downstairs. She cleaned the outside and he concentrated on the inside. Eli pushed her up against the wall and worked her over from behind. He shoved two fingers in her pussy and kneaded her ass. Eli played with her butt cheeks and crack. Occasionally he touched her asshole. When she didn't object he pressed on her brown muscular ring. She pressed back so he slid a wet finger inside. Sis moaned. Eli took the hint and began sawing a finger in each opening. Her breathing became more pronounced. "That's enough teasing," she hissed. Sis stepped out of the shower and grabbed a bottle of lotion off the sink and tossed it to him. She them bent over the sink and offer him her ass. Eli turned off the shower and stepped behind her. He poured lotion on her crack and gently worked some in her anus. She groaned approvingly. He grabbed his rock hard dick and coated it with lotion. He stepped up to her and placed the tip of his cock against her rosebud and pushed. He dribbled lotion on their junction as the tip of his dick disappeared. He paused. Eli's heart was throbbing and he almost came from the excitement of penetrating this beautiful red head. "Give me a second, big boy," Bridget said. "Good. That's it. Okay, take it slow." Eli was amazed at the tightness. This was not something he and Carrie had done. He worried that he would hurt her and he was also a little fearful that she might crush him. He pushed more. His plan was to go slowly, but he really didn't have a choice she was so tight, her ring so forceful he couldn't go any faster. Finally, he bottomed out. He was sweating, they both were breathing hard. He pulled back an inch and shoved it back in. They both grunted at the pleasurable sensation. He did it again and then lengthened the stroke to 2 inches then 3. "Play with my clit, " she begged. Eli reached around and rubbed her clit. Now she took off. She was sucking air in through her mouth and exhaling with a loud grunt. She was setting the pace driving her ass back into him. He kept his finger on her trigger and rode her bucking ass. "Oh, OH!" he called out as he shot his load. She put her hand on top of his and furiously rubbed her clit until she literally screamed, no words just a loud noise announcing her release. Then she slumped on the sink. Eli's legs were weak and wobbly, he pulled out of her and sat down on the toilet seat. His head was low he gasped for air. The next thing Eli knew, Bridget was back in the shower. "Sis, that was amazing, " Eli said. Bridget slapped her ass making it jiggle and said, "This old thing? You're lucky I went to Catholic school. That was one of the tricks we used to save our Virginity." Bridget paused, clasped her hands as if in prayer and put on an angelic look. She continued, "We called anal sex purgatory because it is a temporary condition of torment and suffering , necessary to keep our boyfriends happy when a handjob will no longer do the trick." She winked at him and tossed him a washcloth. "You clean up out there. I'm not taking any more chances. Keep that big dick away from me, my holes need a rest." Laughing at her own joke, Sis closed the shower curtain. After they were dressed. Eli said, "Let's go out to dinner." "Thanks, but can we do it another time? Would you mind taking me home? I need to sleep and check on Sue.' Eli dropped her off and gave her a warm good-night kiss. He felt like a teen-ager again as we watched her skip up to the door. A Trip to Purgatory Ch. 03 Eli slept in the next morning no doubt due to the fact that he'd had more sex yesterday than any day he could remember. He decided to get Bridget some flowers and try to meet her for a lunch date. He bought a nice flower arrangement and wrote on the card, "To my favorite Red Head, Yesterday was amazing. Are you free for lunch?" He swung by her house, no one was home so he left them on the front porch. He ran some errands planning to stop by again around noon. When Eli returned he saw a car in the driveway. He walked to the front door and almost rang the bell, but then he decided to serenade her instead. He sang, I can't stop this feeling deep inside of me Girl, you just don't realize what you do to me You're lips are as sweet as candy the taste stays on my mind You just keep me thirsty for another cup of wine When you hold me in you're arms so tight You let me know everything's all right His voice was strong. The little nymph that Eli had met at the wedding yesterday opened the front door at the same time Bridget rounded the corner of the house. Bridget had been in the backyard tending her garden and, intrigued by the singing, came round to see what it was all was about. The little nymph was also drawn by the singing, she burst through the front door and jumped on Eli wrapping her skinny legs around his waist. Eli was stunned. What was the nymph doing here? Bridget was stunned too "What's my daughter doing?" Then she remembered the looks the bridesmaids gave Eli yesterday. Sue rained kisses down on Eli's face and said, "Thanks for the flowers. They are lovely." "Eli," Bridget called out making her presence known. "Flowers for my daughter? What's going on?" "Wa...what...Your daughter?" Eli shot Bridget a look of complete bewilderment. He was totally confused. "Sue! Get off him," Bridget ordered. Bridget was disturbed by her daughter's actions. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Did something happen yesterday?" Bridget asked both of them. She looked at Eli and then Sue. Sue was thrilled to see her lover. She had been ecstatic over the flowers, the note and now the song. She hadn't pause to think about how he had found her. She was though getting annoyed by her mother. "Let's all go in for tea...and explanations," Bridget said in a flat monotone. Sue dismounted and everyone went inside. Bridget began making tea. After she put the kettle on she walked up to Eli and slapped him hard. "Is this some kind of sick game? Going after a mother and her daughter?" "No. No...Let me explain. I met her...Sue... at the wedding. I didn't know she was your daughter. She was just a bridesmaid with blue hair. She was a little drunk and so was I. We hit it off and ...and...had sex. It was a spontaneous thing. God! We didn't even get each other's name. Right?" Eli looked to Sue to collaborate his story. She nodded, her eyes were downcast. Hearing his telling of their story made her realize how pathetic the experience had been, she was crestfallen. He was just a man, a stranger who had sex with her and had treated her nicely. In a low voice Sue asked, "But what about the flowers you sent me?" "Yes. I dropped off flowers today," he said looking from Sue to Bridget. "Oh," Eli said out loud as he realized what had happened, why she had been so excited to see him. "When I addressed the note to 'My favorite Red Head" I meant you, Bridget." Eli's mind was just coming to grips with the situation. He realized that Sue thought the flowers were for her. Eli turned to the young woman and said, "I'm sorry to have hurt you. Yesterday was a lark. I never dreamed I would see you again. I now understand it wasn't just harmless fun. I apologize." Eli turned to Bridget and said, "Believe me Bridget, this wasn't a sinister plot to have you both..." Sue blurted out, "You had sex with my mom?!!" Sue ran out of the kitchen to her bedroom and slammed the door. Eli looked to Bridget. His expression implored Bridget to forgive him. "I used poor judgment with Sue and allowed my baser instincts to take over. I didn't know she was your daughter. She was a girl at the wedding... But you and I...that was real. I care about you..." Eli sat and put his head in his hands. Bridget looked out the window into the distance. Sue quietly entered the room and set the note and flowers on the table. "Mom, I found these on the front porch...What he said about us was true. You know I am a little wild sometimes...we hooked up. I didn't know who he was, I'd been drinking, and I didn't get around to telling him my name." Sue left the room as the kettle started to whistle. Mindlessly Bridget made tea for two. "Milk? Sugar?" "Sugar. Thanks" They sat at the table and sipped the tea. "She gets that wild side from me...I've never dyed my hair blue, but I've been young and reckless." "I swear I didn't recognize her. Carrie was the one who visited the kids and took them places. I saw wild hair and make-up, the pierced tongue and nose...I forgot a person was attached to it all." Eli continued, "I really thought you and I were making a connection...did I ruin it?" "I don't know...go home. I need to think and to talk to Sue." Eli shuffled off silently wondering if his lust had destroyed a promising relationship. Bridget fixed a cup of tea for Sue and knocked on her door, "Come in." Sue responded sullenly. Sue was laying on her stomach her head under the pillow. "I brought you some tea." Bridget placed it on the nightstand and sat on the bed beside her daughter and began rubbing her back. Bridget worried about her daughter; she could see that Sue had dressed up for Eli's visit. Her typical beaus didn't send her flowers. "You look nice today. I like your make-up." Sue didn't say anything. "It's nice to get flowers and to have someone sing to you." Sue answered crying, "They were your gifts. Not mine." "Next time it will be for you. You liked Eli? He treated you well?" Sue didn't respond. "He's a good man. That feeling you had when you read the note, that someone likes you, is a nice feeling isn't it? It will happen for you, if you let it." Bridget playfully slapped her daughter's tiny butt. Eliciting an 'ouch' and asked her, "So what did you tell the other bridesmaids? I saw them circling Eli trying to flirt with him. They must have been so jealous of you when he ignored them." Sue crawled out from under her pillow and sat up. She had tear streaks on her face, but she was smiling. She blurted out, "I've never cum so hard." Sue blushed embarrassed that she had slipped into girl talk with her Mom and given up too much information. She took a deep breath, calmed down and responded in a more serious manner, "He was nice to me. He treated me better than any boy ever did. He made me feel good about myself. I didn't know his name or ever expect to see him again...but I guess I hoped I would, not because I liked him, but because he made me like me." Sue bounded into her mother's arms and received the loving and understanding hug she needed. Later that afternoon, Eli got a phone call from Bridget inviting him to dinner. Eli showed up at 6 with two bouquets of flowers. He handed Bridget the red roses and he gave Sue the pink sweetheart roses. Each woman thanked him with a chaste kiss on the cheek. Eli and Josh, Bridget's son with Rob, shook hands. Sue's outfit was toned down. Her hair was still red and blue, but it was combed and brushed this time, she had her nose stone, but not the tongue stud and she had only one earring in each ear. The spaghetti dinner was good and the conversation stayed on safe topics. After dinner, Josh excused himself. While Sue took care of the dishes, Eli and Bridgett sat out on the porch drinking a beer. "Sue seems calmer. Is she going to be okay?" Eli asked. "Yes, I think so. She may be better. You raised bar. She now has a higher level of expectations. .. You seem to have some ability to influence her, God knows she won't listen to anything I have to say. Maybe you can convince her to eat better and gain 15 pounds, she's too skinny, it's not healthy." "Anything else? Maybe get rid of the blue hair?" Bridget laughed, "No, I'm not worried about that. It's just a rinse. It'll wash out in a week or so. "Okay. How about you?" "I'm coping. The news was shocking." "Yes. I appreciate your trust in me." He reached out and held her hand. He didn't attempt any greater intimacy. He was willing to take things slow and earn her trust. Sue joined them and they all sat quietly for a while then Eli said nonchalantly, "I want to take a trip Purgatory." Sue curious said, "What? Where's that." Bridget felt her asshole clench involuntarily. She jumped up and shouted, "WHAT? " Sue gave her Mom an odd look and said, "Chill out, Mom." Eli continued patiently, "I've been reading up on Catholic theology. It described a place of purification for those not quite ready for heaven. It's called Purgatory. I want to atone for my behavior and become a better man. I need to spend some time in Purgatory.." "I've never heard of it," Sue said interested in the concept. Bridget had had such a bad experience with her overly zealous Catholic father, she had not raised her kids as Catholics. "It sounds like a place of second chances," Sue said finding that concept appealing. "It is. It's not an easy place. Change is not easy, some people find the idea so scary that they would rather wallow in a bad place than try something new and unfamiliar. But you're a tough one, aren't you." Eli paused briefly. "Sue, is there anything you would alter? Maybe surrounding yourself with better friends? Wouldn't it be great if you had a boyfriend who cared about you, not just about what you can do for him?" Sue was listening and thinking, "Yea. How about someone being nice to me" she nodded her head in answer to Eli's question without realizing. "Or maybe you want to feel better. You are what you eat and to look at you, I'd say you don't eat enough and what you eat is probably junk. I bet if you gained 15-20 pounds you'd feel better and look fabulous." "Well," Eli said, "if you want to, the two of us could help each other." Sue was hanging on to Eli's every word. He played his final card. He dropped some photos on her lap. They were photos of a church softball team, a crew from Habitat for Humanity and people at a charity bike ride. Lots of young people, many good looking guys. "These all are great people. Young, smart, but mainly just nice people. In three weeks, I'm going to a picnic with them. If your hair is one color and you weigh 10 pounds more, no scratch that 5 pounds is a fair start, 5 pounds more than you weigh today, I'll take you with me and introduce you to everyone. Deal? Sue was sick of her deadbeat friends and boys that just used her body. She didn't hesitate, she said, "Deal." "Good. Now scram, you're cramping my action with your mother." Sue left giggling at his remark. Bridget got up and sat on Eli's lap. She put an arm around his neck and wiggled her butt into his crotch. "Thanks for talking to Sue," she said, "You know, I think you'll be spending a lot of time in Purgatory." Sue looked out her window and saw Eli and her mother sitting together. She decided to leave to allow them some privacy. "Mom, do you mind if I got to the mall and meet Cindy? I'll be back around 9:30. "That sounds fine, honey. Have fun, I'll see you later." Bridget waited to hear the front door closed and then kissed Eli passionately. They began making out, the plain kiss led to an open mouth kiss, which was followed by mutual caressing of the hair, neck, chest and crotch. Eli was fully hard, Bridget was completely wet. Each was flush and sexual aroused. Clothing became the next causality. Soon both were topless. Eli groped and sucked her fine tits. Bridget held his head tight to her chest as his mouth attended to her nipples. She sighed pleased with his dedication to doing a thorough job. Eli sucked, pulled and tweaked both of her fat nipples. Bridget was grateful to Eli for what he had said to her daughter and she was excited from their interaction, she decided to reward him. "Strip." She ordered. She stood and removed all her clothes. Eli quickly did as he was told. His erect prick was so hard it pointed to the sky. "Sit." Eli sat. Bridget danced for him, rhythmically and then erotically. She shook her tits in his face and began to bump and grind. Eli loved it, her ass looked great. She grabbed his cock and guided it into her slick tunnel as she sat on his lap facing away from him. She bounced on his dick as held her soft tits and pinched her thick nipples. Bridget felt powerful sensations emanating from her breasts and pussy registering in her brain as extremely pleasurable. She heard a loud sloshing sound as Eli's prick moved in, out and around in her sopping cunt. The air smelled of honey suckle and sex, her musky odor dominated the porch area. Josh heard them before he saw them. He had been out drinking beer with his buddies and he was return home. When he opened the back gate, he heard sighs, moans, heavy breathing and a squeaking noise from a metal chair. As he passed the fir tree, he saw two figures on the porch. "Oh my God!" he told himself. "That's Mom naked on Eli." Josh felt odd and uneasy. He turned around and headed back the way he had come. On the other side of the fence, he bumped into his sister. "Where are you going, Josh?" "Away from here." "What? Why?" "Mom's naked on the porch getting drilled in the ass. Seeing it made me feel weird." "You're kidding. You're high again, aren't you." "I was buzzed, but I lost it when I saw her tits flying about and heard her say, 'Harder. Harder'." "I don't believe you." "See for yourself." Josh stepped to the side to let her pass and swung his arm motioning her to walk along the stone path. Sue hesitated, then went forward thinking her brother was playing some bad joke on her. Sue was spooked and jumped when she heard the sounds of love making traveling through the summer night. She peeked around a tree and saw the two of them. Her Mom was riding a seated Eli backwards, her boobs were bouncing around and with her Mom's legs splayed open Sue could her wet sex glistening in the moonlight. Sue ran back to her brother and said, "Oh, God. You're telling the truth." "Gross huh?" "Yea. Its funny how something that can feel so good can sound and look so strange." "Uh huh. Like the funny face you make when you cum." Sue and Josh laughed hard. Eli released one of Sister's jugs and dropped the hand down to her clit. He supplemented his rear entry with fingers on her button. It had the desired effect. Bridget bucked harder and gave a muffled scream. She covered her mouth with her hand so as not to disturb the neighbors. The sound was muted, but the pleasure was not. "Do you want to sneak another peek?" Josh asked. Sue slowly licked her thin dry lips. She was a little excited by the situation. She looked down at the undeniable boner in her brother's pants. She reached out and grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go get an ice cream cone instead. I'm trying to put on some weight," Sue said with a smile and pulled him along. The two lovers were hot and close. Bridget stood and pulled off of Eli, but kept her back to him. She reached between her legs, grabbed his hard slippery dick and lined in up with her asshole. Sweat rolled down her as she ordered Eli, "Grab my ass and pull my butt cheeks apart." When he did so she sat down...hard driving that slick prick into her ass. Eli was surprised and shocked by her action. Half his penis disappeared up her butt. The suddenness, the unbelievable tightness, her recklessness sent him over the edge. He grunted and he came, hard. Sperm blasted into her bowels. Bridget knew what was going to happen, but she too was surprised. It hurt and it overwhelmed her senses to have so much cock shoved up her ass so fast. However, she was pleased that she had accomplished her mission, getting her guy off. She brought herself off by rapidly strumming her swollen clit. It took some time, but eventually Bridget stood awkwardly on her spasming legs. She turned and kissed Eli and said, "I hope you enjoyed your trip to Purgatory."