Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2016 17:19:05 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Heaven is a Place on Earth chapter 3 HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH Chapter 3 BY Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson. MDiv. DMin DISCLAIMER: This story, in its entirety, contains a number of sins: homosexual and heterosexual sex, group sex, intergenerational sex, pedophilia, incest, drug use, alcohol use and the like. If you find these topics offensive, please do not read. If you find them erotic, then enjoy. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please remember to donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming THE GEMTLEMAN STUD OF PUSSYVILLE'S TALE Alex Parker couldn't shoot pool anymore. He was hallucinating too much. Hours ago, he had taken a hit of purple anarchy. It was one of the many drugs that Big John made and that the people had access to. He had made a fresh batch and Alex had never taken this particular drug before. Now he kind of wished he hadn't. He was having open eye visuals, closed eye visuals and heavy body buzz. But more than that, he was horny. Usually, that would be no problem but it was tonight. He had picked the wrong time of the month to want pussy. He walked down the lane of cabins and bounded up onto the porch, pounding on the door. Casey answered the door and she looked pissed. But she also looked fucking hot. She was dressed in just a long T shirt, probably her brother's originally, that hung half way to her knees because she was so petite. Alex smiled weakly, trying to be charming. "I'm horny" "Poor you, fuckhead," Casey snapped back. She turned back inside but didn't tell him to go away or close the door. Through the screen, she said, "You live with 5 women. One of them can help you out." "They're all on the rag" "Ah, now that's too bad, baby boy. The stud of Pussyville is hard up for loving. Breaks my heart," she said, but she lifted the shirt and spread her legs to show him her snatch. He went the screen door and went inside. He was only dressed in a pair of boxer's. It was that hot and sticky outside. Nobody cared. He could go around naked if he wanted. The only problem with that was the bugs biting your balls. That shit stung. But he knew he had the body to pull it off. His body was smoking. He didn't even work out that much either. It was in his genes. He had perfect six pack abs and a broad shoulder. More important, he had a bigger than average dick. Size matters after all. That was in his genes too. His father was hung. Alex had seen the movies. Of course, it's weird watching fuck tapes starring your own parents;but that is what happens when your parents are porn stars. "Why don't you move in down there? It could be six women" She snorted. "Cause I'm not a full time rug muncher. I like pussy but what I really like is dick, not cunt." Alex leered a little and grabbed his crotch. "I got some dick for you" "Yeah, I know, dipshit" Casey said, flinging her legs open and pulling off the shirt to be completely naked. Alex eyed her firm, C cup breasts. "Quit being a fucking idiot and starting doing something. I'm sleeping alone here, dumbass. Ray's off tripping. I'm horny too." For a second, he was confused. The drug was beginning to wear off but he wasn't thinking that clearly. Then he gathered himself but not before asking, "How can you fuck him anyway? He's your brother and he's a fag" "He's not a fag, idiot. He's bisexual, there's a difference. And we've been fucking since I was 8 years old." "He wears make-up and nail polish and shit" Alex said. He was losing his train of thought, forgetting why he was here. "Okay, just shut the fuck up and do what your good at." He was good at fucking. He knew that. It was just natural. Since he was tripping, his technique this night was sloppy but he was enthusiastic. She liked her tits played with, he knew that. She had beautiful tits too. They were just the right size, a nice C cup. Alex massaged them and sucked on each nipple. He really liked tits anyway. Fuck, he loved tits. He loved playing with them and he loved sucking on them. One of the things that made him a good lover is that he really enjoyed foreplay. Alex knew he was lucky that way. Back in the day, when he was first learning how to fuck at 12 and 13, his mom's porno friends taught him how to please a woman. It had been a big joke. Dare Alex to squeeze your tit. Let Alex finger fuck you. Tease Alex for being aroused. But he learned and he got good at it. Not only was he thankful but all the chicks he had been with since were too. Alex really liked eating pussy. Well, not as much as actually fucking but close. He could eat pussy all day and be happy. Sometimes, as the only guy in Pussyville, that is what happened. He was good enough at it that even lesbo chicks wanted him to do it. So he went after her snatch like he knew he could. Casey groaned and rubbed her clit while he tongued her hole. Running his tongue along the lip of her cunt, he lightly grazed her clit and felt her shudder. It turned him on to know that she was turned on. And he knew she was just from the wetness. She was oozing pussy juice. It tasted good. That was what he couldn't figure out about fags. How could you not see a pair of tits and not want to squeeze them. A pussy was made to be fucked. It was natural. He could understand why you would want to fuck somebody in the ass though. That was a fantasy of his but the lesbians wouldn't have it. So, Alex didn't push it. As it was, he was getting laid two, three, four, even five times a day. He wasn't doing anything to fuck that up. He was 19 and two or three times a day was just enough to keep him from going fuck crazy. So, anyway, fucking somebody in the ass he could see but getting fucked in the ass? No fucking way, Alex thought. Not that he had anything against fags but he wasn't one of them. Take Casey's brother for instance, Ray. He was a year older than Alex and two years older than Casey. He grew up in Big John's house, back before they came here. That meant that he fucked Big John, of course, and his son Richie. But he also fucked his sister and Big John's daughter Wendy, who was now kind of the big bitch in charge in Pussyville. That kid was fucked. He still fucked Casey, which was weird, and the bad ass stripper bitch. But he also fucked around with Richie and the younger kid, Cole, but mostly he does the two trannies. Plus he wears fucking make-up and nail polish. Weird. Casey was grunting as she came again. Two orgasms are enough for right now, he thought. Wiping the juice from his chin, he got in position to let her suck him off. Mostly the lesbo's wouldn't do that. He could eat them and he had to fuck them but they didn't want to suck him off. That was too bad too. It felt really great. Casey didn't mind, though. She had lots of experience with dicks in her mouth and she was good at it. She knew how to play with his plump balls and how to jack him while she sucked on the head. He wondered, while she sucked him, whether a fag was better at that than her. Probably, he thought. Alex slid his pole up her slick, hot snatch from behind. She was on birth control, implants from the Doctor, so he fucked her raw. The lesbo's weren't on birth control but that was the point. They wanted him as a stud. He was to father their children. That was why he got to fuck them. But that wasn't Casey's gig. She just wanted to get off. He was slow and steady at first, careful to make love to her whole body and not just her pussy. He ran his hands all around her body, massaged her tits and nibbled around her neck and ears. He bit her nipple ever so lightly. She really shuddered with that. "Fuck me" Casey whimpered. He picked up speed and varied his rhythm. He got faster and harder. It was more forceful. He threw her over and mounted her missionary style. He wanted to see her face as he banged her. "You like this?" he growled like an animal as he stuffed his dick way up inside her. "Oh, fuck yeah" she panted, reaching down to massage her clit. He could feel her moistness all over him and he liked it. He wanted her to get off. He always wanted them to get off. Alex loved that he had the power to make someone else feel so good. And it made him feel good, too. Her legs splayed apart and his hands on the underside of her thighs, he began to pound her hard. She was whimpering and moaning as he did. He was grunting. He could feel it building inside him and he could feel her spasm below him, almost like a shiver. She coming again. He couldn't help it. He had to come too. So then Alex exploded up inside her. He woke next to her shortly after noon. It was the little shit Owen that woke him up. "I went down to Pussyville but you weren't there," Owen said, standing by the bed, dressed in a pair of shorts and white wife beater T shirt that made him look even smaller and undeveloped than he actually was. "So I came here. Big John wants you." Sleepily, Alex yawned and stretched before getting out of bed. Owen was only 12 but he didn't bat an eye at Alex and Casey being naked in bed. He could have been fucking her and it wouldn't have bothered Owen. He would have passed the message on just the same. He did exactly what Big John told him which is why he was so annoying. Still, Alex grabbed around and found his underwear and pulled them on. Walking toward the old farmhouse, Alex asked Owen, "You ever fucked a woman?" "Laquinta" Owen answered, jogging backwards in front of Alex. "No, not a little girl. A real woman?" "No" Owen admitted. "You like girls?" "Yeah, I guess," Owen said. "Maybe I can fuck Casey, huh?" Alex snorted. "Why don't you wait until you grow some pubes before you aim for the big leagues, kid." Owen stopped. He yanked down his shorts. "I got some pubes. See?" he said, proudly pointing to a pair of dark hairs on either side of his penis. "You're going to need more than that, kid" Owen shrugged. "I'm going to have more than that soon" Big John was in the complex of three adjoining outbuildings that he used for his laboratory. In one of the rooms, he had a small bowl filled with a slightly yellow powder and a box of empty capsules: black tops and green bottoms. They called it green anarchy. They called it that because half was green and the other half black. Black is the color of anarchy. The real name was just a jumble of letters and numbers which Alex couldn't keep straight. 2-CB or 5-MEO-something or other. Who could remember? But he knew he liked this one if it was the same as before. It was a drug that made you laugh and giggle, be real friendly and talkative. The visuals were there and they were nice but not overpowering. Not like acid. It did make him kind of sick on his stomach though. "Okay, so this 5-meo-AMT. It scaled so that one capsule is 6 mg," John explained. "You and Owen can work on it. There's enough for a thousand. I'll be next door, working on E if you need me" The work was boring, really. But Alex did it anyway. John paid him for it. Not much but some. Of course, it's not like you need much money here. Martin gave away pot and John was free with his drugs too. Booze was homemade but there was plenty of it. Food wasn't a real problem. Really, he had a good life here. He had plenty of pussy, a full belly, and good drugs. What more is there? Owen chattered on but Alex was barely listening. As he filled each capsule and listened to Owen gossip, he thought about how each pill would mean that somebody could trip their balls off. He was happy to do it. He really wanted John to teach him how to make these drugs but John wouldn't do it. He said that Alex had no head for chemistry. Alex was tired of people telling him he was stupid. He knew he wasn't stupid even though he hadn't done real good in school. He had gone to a couple of the classes that guy Paul was teaching but they were real boring. Plus, he didn't understand any of that shit. Why does anybody need to know about history and shit anyway? The lesbians weren't pissed that he had slept at Casey's last night. Not even Marlena, the youngest one, who was incredibly jealous of Casey. Not even Madison, which was weird. Pretty much everything he did tended to piss Madison off. She was the oldest, almost 30, and she usually let him know that he wasn't that vital to them except for sperm. Even she was happy. "Morgan missed her period" Wendy, John's daughter explained. Alex must have looked lost because she explained, "she's never late. She's probably pregnant." "Wow, that's cool," Alex said. "I'm going to be a father." "No, Morgan's going to be a mother. You're just a DNA donor," Madison said quietly behind him. "Yeah, no, I get that. It's cool. Morgan's going to be a mom. But I had something to do with it. It's a little bit of me too." "All it Is, stud, is one down and 5 to go. Pretty soon we won't be needing you and you can move right the fuck along." Madison whispered so that no of the others could hear it. That whole thing just left him depressed. He knew that they wanted him so they could get pregnant. If it was with one father, their children would all be related. But he wanted to be more important to them than that. He wasn't just some sperm donor. He had lived with them after all. Plus, he didn't know where he would go if they kicked him out. Back with his mom, he guessed. She lived across the campground. He could probably leave and do porn, like she did and like his own father did. Of course guys can't make shit in straight porn. Look at my dad, Alex thought. He did more than 2500 scenes and he sometimes had to have a real job too. Only gay porn paid good for guys. He knew he had the looks, the body and the dick for it. But he just didn't want to do that. Just when he beginning to feel rejected, Alex was told that Big John was getting together a trip to town. That's a big deal in the camp. Basically, it happened every couple of months when Big John had drugs to sell. Usually Charlie had a crop of pot too. A motorcade took off and got to the small town nearby before splitting up. That way, if the feds were following they wouldn't know which vehicle had the drugs. They didn't have to worry about the local cops because they were paid off. The state guys too. It was just the feds. Alex's job was to drive one of the trucks but not the one with the drugs. That was a van and it had a couple of the fags – Josh and Dexter- riding shotgun. They were heavily armed. Alex pleaded with John to let him go with the drugs. John said no. "It's me and Josh and Dexter. It has to be me and those two are the best ones to ride shotgun," John told him. Almost like a little boy, Alex pleaded, "But I can do it. You just need to give me a chance." "Josh is a trained Marine marksman and Dexter is ... Dexter. Neither one of them will hesitate to shoot if it all goes to shit. You would. It's that simple." So he had to drive one of the other trucks again. Basically, he was on a shopping trip. This time, though, he had to go with the teacher, Paul, to buy books and school shit. Plus they had to get bulk food. The individual shopping lists were being done by the other truck, driven by a couple of fags – Cade and Davis. They were half of a four person marriage 3 guys and a girl. Actually, Cade was a practically a girl himself. Marc Esposito went with them too as an armed guard. He lived out in the woods with Josh and Dexter. Even though they were all fags too, Alex was a little bit scared of them. Chris Gonzalez was his guard. He got the food list from Little Jimmy and Miss Velma and the money from Big John and Charlie. Paul had his cash. So they lined up and took off. Once outside the campground, Alex headed south while the other two turned left. Cade would go about 2 hours north to do their shopping while the drug truck had the longest drive. They had to go more than 5 hours to Atlanta. Alex only had to go to Jacksonville, an hour away. The conversation as they drove was dominated by Paul and Chris. The teacher wanted to know about life in the woods and how Chris came to be there. Alex found out that Luke, the Doctor's son, had joined that camp. He hadn't known that. Actually, he hadn't known the kid was queer. He just seemed shy. Of course, he hadn't really known him. The teacher also wanted to know about the bombings that Chris had done. It had been him and Joey Amerson. They had bombed Mormon churches and actually shot two Mormon bishops. They were pissed about gay marriage or something. Alex didn't really follow that political stuff. But bombings and shootings were interesting no matter what. Alex really wanted to be a badass too. As much as he hated to admit it, the queer guys in the camp were the real deal. They were true bad asses even if they were fags. You have to give them that. They went to a used bookstore first and cleaned that out for Paul's library and then went to a new bookstore. Alex tried to chat up a pretty girl employee, asking her to help him find a book, while Paul shopped and Chris helped. It ended up taking an hour and half just at that store to get what he wanted. Alex pretty quickly got bored with it. He couldn't understand what took so long. One book is about the same as another, he thought. Just pick some. It didn't matter. Eventually, they headed off to Sam's club to get the food order. That went quickly since they had a list. Then it was to the liquor store for the booze on the list. Finally, they went to a particular house and gave him a list what the Doctor wanted. They drove around for an hour and headed back to pick it up. He gave them a box and they gave him an envelope with ten thousand dollars in it. The conversation on the way back consisted of Paul the Teacher giving Chris recommendations about a reading list. That pretty much left Alex out of the conversation. He hadn't read a whole book in his life. It took more than an hour to get back because of traffic and Alex said barely 10 words the whole time. It made the whole trip a dud, he though. Eventually, they pulled back into the dusty rutted lane that led to the campground. Then they had to unload the truck. Alex had managed to get a bottle of champagne. Chris had paid for it for him since he was underage. No matter what the girls thought, particularily Madison, he was proud that he was becoming a father. He wanted to celebrate the news. He had the much of a right. Once upon a time, Pussyville had been an old church. It even had a small cemetery but the members pretty much must have died off because it was abandoned. They had fixed it up and fixed the roof. Now it was a pretty little white building in a forest clearing. They had flowers and a vegetable garden too. He went inside to find Morgan so they could celebrate the right way. Madison was inside cleaning and she told him that Morgan was outside in the garden. She wasn't being very nice to him, either. She was the oldest and the most lesbian of them all. She rarely fucked him, not like Morgan or Wendy or Marlena. She didn't like him at all. He took the champagne out to Morgan, thinking they could sneak away into the woods and celebrate just the two of them. They went just inside the tree line and he showed her the champagne, even though it was hot. "I can't sweetie," she said, stroking his face. "I'm pregnant. It's not good for the baby." Alex was crushed. He was so stupid, not thinking about that. He was kicking himself for it. "I'm so stupid" he pouted. Morgan smiled and then hugged him. "You drink it, celebrate for us both." "I don't know why I should. Once you all get pregnant, you're going to throw me out" She laughed. "Why? Because of Madison? Please. Sweetie, I want you to be a part of our child's life. Let's face it. For a man, you're the best we can ever hope for. You're sweet, gentle, loving, good-looking, strong and you don't mind sharing. You don't think that you should be the dominant alpha male. And you're good in the sack. Why would we get rid of you? Quit feeling sorry for yourself. " Morgan ran her hand inside his pants, cupping his dick and balls. He responded at once. He never had trouble getting hard. He began to kiss her neck as she rubbed him. "I think it might be bad for the baby for you fuck my pussy," Morgan told him. "How about my ass?" "Definitely" he said. There's really no trick to being happy, he thought. Food, drink, shelter, plenty of sex and good drugs is all you need. And people to love.