100 Years in Purgatory Ch. 09

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I was born 150 years ago. I lived for 50 years as a mortal and my immortal soul has spent the last 100 years in purgatory.

As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate and facilitate encounters, and if necessary intimidate disrespectful customers on these ladies behalf.

I worked the streets in London England, Brothels of the old American west and finally in a 20th Century Cat-house in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso.

When my sins were expunged from my records I was recommended for admittance through the pearly gates. After all of my hard work to get right with the almighty I didn't last a week up there. I was bored out of my mind due to the fact that the big boss doesn't allow smoking, drinking hard liquor, swearing, gambling, wanton women, or anything else that I'd consider fun to take place. As a result I keep a cloud in purgatory so I can hang out with other people like me.

That said, if you like good clean fun, heaven is a great place to visit.

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Preface

I'd been just laying around on my cloud watching the earth spin 24/7 when a big macher angel named Good dropped by.

"Hello JT, how are you today?" he asked.

"It's all good," I responded, pun intended. "Are you having much luck getting people to listen to you these days?"

"It's hard out there in them streets" he responded dejectedly.

"There are some lousy people on that third rock from the sun," I observed.

He laughed before saying, "That's not the reason I'm bummed though. I'm annoyed because I'm about to go on a 'Good versus Evil' assignment, and um..., the archangel named Evil is going with me."

"Oh really," I said. "I didn't think you two got along."

"We don't to be honest," said Good, "But the almighty has it in her mind that if Sam Sheepdog and Ralph Wolf can be cordial to each other... You get the idea."

"The almighty does know that's a cartoon, right?" I asked.

Good just closed his eyes in exasperation. "Well, yeah, but she says the concept is a good one; that there should be mutual respect in every aspect of creation," he explained. "Sweet Lord Jesus, what a hippie she is.

"Oh shit! I didn't mean to say that."

"Now I have to 'bond' with that jerk Evil," he said, with his true feelings showing.

"I get it," I said. "When I was doing my time in Purgatory Saint Peter sent me to protect the 'virtue' of some women because they presented themselves conservatively, but they turned out to be the biggest ho's.

"Management in heaven is naive to a fault sometimes, in my opinion."

At that moment a dark cloud appeared. "Oh fuck," said Good. "Excuse my language, but that's Evil. He brings out the worst in me. JT you've got to go with us. I can't be alone with that guy."

Right on cue Evil barged into our conversation without any sign of manners. "JT, what's poppin," said Evil, before giving me an old-school soul brother number one handshake that I struggled to remember how to do.

"Hey Evil," I replied. "You're understated as ever I see. "How's the easiest job in the universe, getting people to do the wrong thing?"

He raised an eyebrow at me then said, "Its aight," before looking at Good and saying, "Good...what it is my man?"

After rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Good responded simply saying, "Evil."

Evil just said, "Hm."

I looked at the expression on Good's face and said, "Alright, I'll roll with y'all."

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Assignment 1

The guys first stop of the day was a classic boss / employee situation. Good would advise the female employee and male boss to do the right thing of course. Evil would try to get them to break the rules.

When we arrived at the site we went to the boss's office. Melvin was his name, he was known by all of the people he managed as a true professional, a great boss, and a gentleman. He was looking at a video clip of his staff's recent team building activities and laughing at their antics when Evil called his attention to Leann. "Yo Mel, Check out Leann; what a piece of ass."

Melvin froze. "What the hell! Why did I just look at Leann and have such a perverted thought?"

"Because you're a man, and us men are pigs," stated Evil.

"Speak for yourself," Good said to Evil before saying to Melvin, "Ignore him and keep doing the right thing."

"Melvin you have to admit that Leann looks mighty tasty," said Evil, testing him.

Good shot evil a look then said, "Melvin don't you even think about it. Thoughts are a gateway to actions. She's your employee, not just a piece of ass."

Melvin frowned as though he'd smelled something funky, then said to himself, "What's wrong with me, where are these evil thoughts coming from?"

Evil rolled his eyes and shook his head in disgust. "Melvin, look closely at the damn video, the camera can see right through her dress. Wouldn't you like to get your hands on those puppies of hers, not to mention your soup coolers?"

"Damn," exclaimed Melvin. She's wearing black bikini draws." Then he started rubbing his hardening cock through his pants.

Good glared at Evil before saying, "Melvin please stop doing that, she's one of your workers, and besides you're at your job."

"What better place than work to work on your hardon player?" said Evil, jovially. "Mel, you haven't had any pussy in months, and when was the last time you came?"

Suddenly Good groaned, "Oh no, here comes Leann. This could be trouble. A hard dick ain't got no conscience. If Melvin gives in to temptation and starts thinking with his little head instead of his big one there's no telling what Evil will get him to say or do."

At that very moment Leann hesitated for a second before knocking on Melvin's door. It was time for her annual evaluation which would determine her raise, and she felt like she was due more than the 2 percent she seemed to get every year, and she was trying to get her nerve up to say that to him.

Good tried one last time to stop her just before she knocked. "Don't go into his office Leann, I don't want him to do or say something stupid and get himself in trouble," he pleaded with her.

"By all means, go on in there Leann," countered Evil. "Melvin has a big surprise for you."

After taking a few deep breaths to center herself Leann knocked on Melvin's door before opening it. He quickly closed the video he had paused at the point where he had the clearest view of her bra and panties through her dress. He also stopped rubbing his throbbing cock and put both hands on his desk.

"Come in Leann, are you here for your evaluation?" he asked, as he looked at her big jugs before scanning down her body to her thighs.

"Yes sir," she responded

"Please have a seat," he said as he felt pre-cum leak into his draws.

Evil grinned from ear to ear before saying to Melvin," Look at those long legs under that short dress. Try to get a glimpse of her panties while you're talking to her."

"Eww," said Good, "That's gross. C'mon Melvin, have a little respect for her privacy man."

"Fuck that," said Evil disdainfully. Melvin you're a pig like any other man. Don't listen to Good."

Meanwhile as Leann was about to sit down Evil said to her, "Leann, every year you try to make a case for your true value to the company, and you still get the same two percent raise. Here's a thought; why not use your womanly gifts to coax another one percent out of him?"

Good then realized he had double trouble, not only was Melvin about to act like a total perv, here was Leann considering doing God knows what. Oops, he didn't mean to use her name, especially when he's frustrated.

Finally Leann decided she had to use whatever leverage she could to get a decent raise, so she calmly sat down and lifted her right leg higher than was necessary in order to cross it over the left one.

"Mmm," did you see those powder blue panties she's wearing?" Evil asked Melvin.

Good could've kicked himself because he'd looked too.

So had Melvin, and now a wet spot had formed on his pants at the tip of his leaking dick.

Leann wasn't sure how much Melvin had seen, but she'd caught him glancing at her thighs when she crossed her legs.

Evil grinned wickedly then said, "He didn't really see anything. Why don't you cross them again, but this time spread them first."

"Watch this," Evil said to Good.

"Watch what?" asked Good, about to get irritated.

Melvin then went through his spiel about his thoughts on Leann's performance the previous year. When he was done Leann made her case for the value she believed that she brought to the company; as she was talking she un-crossed her legs.

"Ha-hah, here comes the money shot I betcha," said Evil excitedly.

Good glanced at Evil, then looked at Leann, determined to keep his eyes on her face as he begged her not to cross her left leg over her right one.

"Wahoo!" yelled Evil as she began to lift her leg. "Told ya."

Melvin's mouth literally dropped open when he momentarily saw the bulge under the gusset of Leann's panties caused by her thick pussy-lips, when she slowly spread her legs before crossing the left one over the right. However he still told her that he just didn't have the money in his budget to give her a larger raise.

Leann felt dirty for what she'd done.

Evil showed her his typical lack of compassion, saying, "Maybe you should go commando next year."

Good said, "Pray that Melvin doesn't tell anybody what you did."

Leann was in a daze as she thanked Melvin, then stood up to leave.

Melvin didn't have a choice about the size of the raise he'd informed her she'd receive, but her flashing him had had the desired effect, in that he was willing to give her anything to see her in just her bra and panties.

Evil had a satisfied look on his face, everything had gone in his favor so far and it looked like Melvin was about to make his day by stepping into a pile of sexual harassment, after Leann had debased herself.

To the contrary Good was bummed. He was pretty sure Leann was headed somewhere to have a good cry after attempting to whore herself out, and Melvin was acting like a lech. Apparently he was less the office Saint, than he was the office perv.

Just as Leann grabbed the doorknob Melvin said, "I can't give you a larger raise but I can pay you..., a five hundred dollar bonus."

Leann stopped in her tracks.

Good and Evil looked at each other. I looked at everybody.

Leann half turned to look at Melvin and said, "Oh really. I didn't know we could get bonuses."

"I have a discretionary fund," Melvin lied.

Good sighed in exasperation. "Does anybody actually listen to me?" he asked.

"Apparently not," said Evil.

The next question Leann asked was the make or break one. "When will I get the money, and how do I qualify for it?"

Melvin licked his lips before biting the bottom one. If this went wrong he could be in deep doo doo. "Well, um, you could get the money today," he stammered as Leann stared at him. "You just have to show me what you teased me with when you crossed your legs a minute ago."

"Show you what?" asked Leann indignantly.

"I want to see you in just your bra and panties," he said.

"Booyah," said Evil.

"Not for five hundred dollars," said Leann, with disgust. "You done fell and bumped your head." Then she opened the door and headed out of his office.

"Booyah! In your face," said Good.

"A thousand dollars," said Melvin as she closed the door.

Leann was in shock. She'd just been sexually harassed, and she wasn't going to stand for it.

"You sure have girl," agreed Good. "Don't let him get away with it."

"Ahem," said Evil, but not to clear his throat. "Might I remind you that you went in there and showed the man your pussy bulge first? You might be the real harasser."

Leann stopped in her tracks when the little voice in her head said that. She then turned on her heels and went back into Melvin's office. He was sitting there dejected. His dick had gone soft. His nuts were still aching, and his pants had such a large pre-cum spot on them they looked like he'd peed himself.

He was confused when Leann walked back into his office alone; he was expecting someone from H R to be with her. "Just exactly what do I have to do for that thousand dollars?" she asked.

By this time Good had a dejected look on his face, and Evil had his hand in the air for an old school high-five from him.

Just like that Melvin's dick was hard again as he said, "Take off your dress and let me see you in your bra and panties."

"And that's it?" asked Leann. "And just this once right?"

"Yes," said Melvin.

"You'll have to show me the money first," said Leann.

Melvin promptly pulled his personal checkbook out of his desk drawer, and wrote a check for a thousand dollars and handed it to her. As soon as she had taken a picture of it with her cellphone and deposited it in her account she reached behind herself, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. There she stood in a pair of powder blue panties with a lace front that revealed the shadow made by her pubic hair, and a matching bra accented with lace that showed her areola and hard nipples.

When Melvin stood up so he could get closer to her for a better look, her eyes were drawn to the large wet spot on his pants, then she noticed the dick print that went halfway down his thigh. She wasn't good at guessing the length of a man's penis, but his was easily the longest she'd ever seen, and by the size of the bulge it made it was the thickest too. It literally hypnotized her.

At that point Good and Evil had stopped working and instead they were enjoying the show.

Melvin saw how Leann had stared at his cock and wondered if she wanted it. His dick took over his thinking and told him to lock the door.

When she stood completely still while he locked them inside he was sure she wanted it. He then guided her to sit on his desk where he stood between her legs and freed his cock from his pants. All Leann could do was stare at it. Melvin reached down and put his hands behind her knees then lifted her legs and hooked his arms underneath them. "Pull your panties aside and guide my dick into your hairy pussy," he said to her.

She was wetter than she'd ever been, and after just a few thrusts Melvin had his nine inch cock balls deep in Leann's pussy.

Good's jaw dropped. The woman was five foot one and a hundred pounds when she was bloated, yet she'd taken Melvin's porn star sized cock to the hilt with ease.

Melvin went hunting for his nut as soon as he entered her. He was hunching like a rabbit as his big peter pistoned in and out of her vagina. When he shot-off in about a minute he deposited his cum so deep into her till it didn't run out when she stood up.

"Welp, my work here is done," a very happy Evil said to Good, then true to his nature he tried to make Leann and Melvin feel bad. "Not only did you two brake every rule in the sexual harassment section of the employee manual, Leann you sold your pussy, so now you're technically a whore, and Melvin is scum for preying on a desperate young woman."

"Yo Good, what ya say we grab some lunch before we go to the burbs for that incest case this afternoon?"

Good looked at me and closed his eyes, obviously annoyed that Evil. "Bruh, that was over the top," he said to him before speaking to Leann and Melvin. "Yeah HR would can your asses if they found what you did, but Leann and Melvin you're humans who did a bad thing, it doesn't define you if you do the right thing from now on.

"Okay Evil, what do you have a taste for?"

"Fast food of course," he replied.

~

The three of us assumed human form and went to a burger joint name Heart Attack in a Sack and had about a half a pound of beef, French fries and a diet soda. Evil loved it, Good was miserable, but he knew he had to go through with it because the almighty was monitoring them. I enjoyed it because I rarely get to take human form.

After lunch the guys homed in on the coordinates of their next people who'd have to choose between doing right or wrong.

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Assignment 2

In an instant we were riding in an SUV with a mom and daughter. "Who are they?" I asked.

"The mother's name is Sonya," said Good, "her bio says she's forty, married, two kids, a son and a daughter. She was wearing leggings and a big t-shirt.

"Mmm mm, she's good looking," Evil chimed in. "Right in the prime of life. I'd say she's about five foot six..., oh a hundred forty pounds. Definitely a mom I'd like to fuck."

"Here we go again," said Good. "Evil, you're awful."

"Preciate that Good," said Evil.

I laughed and shook my head at how pissed Good could get at Evil, when he's supposed to always encourage people to call on their better Angel's so to speak. "Yo Good," I said, to lighten the mood. "The daughter looks like she could be her mother's twin sister doesn't she?"

Good quickly turned positive again and said, "That's true. Her name is Sara; she's twenty, a college student home for the summer."

She was wearing a tank top and Jeans shorts that were so short they barely covered her pussy. "Are they bi or bi curious or something?" I asked.

"Nope," said Good. "They're both as straight as an arrow. They're going to pick up Sonya's eighteen year old son Rick from her mother's house. He spent the summer after graduating from high school on his grandparent's small twenty five acre farm. He'll be heading off to college in a couple of weeks.

We'd joined the ladies just as they were leaving home and it took them about a half hour to drive the twenty miles or so from the outer suburbs to the countryside. When they arrived at Sonya's parent's home they were sitting on their sun porch with Rick, drinking glasses of iced tea after eating lunch.

There were warm and genuine hugs shared by everyone and plenty of smiles. I'm pretty sure I saw Good wipe a tear from his eye. I know for sure I saw Evil sneer at the happy scene.

While Grandma and Sonya and Sara sat on the sun porch and chatted, Grandpa helped Rick load all his stuff in to the small SUV. Rick then ran into the detached garage, and two minutes later he rolled his road bike out of it and he was wearing bicycle shorts. At approximately the same moment the sky suddenly darkened with rain clouds.

"What the heck!" exclaimed Rick. "Where did those clouds come from all of a sudden? It wasn't supposed to rain."

Evil raised his hands and waved his arms yelling, "It was me, it was me, I brought them."

Good rolled his eyes and shook his head at Evil.

"Dog gone it," said Rick, "I was gonna ride my bike home, but there's no way I'm doing that now. The rain will ruin my drive-train parts. We'll just have to stuff my bike in the SUV."

"That's fine honey," said Sonya, "But we'll have to fold down the back seat. Sara sweetie, you'll have to sit on your brother's lap and I'll drive."

Rick looked at Sara and laughed before saying, "C'mon little lady, sit on Rick's lap. I have a piece of candy for you."

Sara looked at him with disgust and for a second she looked like she was about to hurl. "Mom, I'm not sitting on that Perv's lap," she stated.

Sonya rolled her eyes skyward and huffed. Grandma grunted and said, "You two haven't changed a bit. You still act like you did when you were ten and twelve years old."

Grandpa held Rick's bike while Rick removed the front tire. They then used a couple of large trash bags to cover the bike so that it didn't get grease on anything in the SUV. As soon as everything was packed Evil let loose with a gully washer. The Grandparents got on the porch.

In the hurry to keep from getting drenched Sonya scrambled around to the driver's side and climbed behind the steering wheel. Rick quickly got into the passenger seat and Sara went ahead and scrambled onto his lap, then sat on his thigh with her back against the door. As soon as they pulled onto the highway Evil suggested to Sara that she sit on Rick's dick.