Date: Fri, 2 Nov 2018 02:27:32 +0200 From: Nick Pecman Subject: American Horror Porn 4 DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. To the readers, Please email me at if you enjoyed the story or have any questions or want to see morphs perhaps. Don't forget to donate to nifty to keep this site of erotic fiction going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html AMERICAN HORROR PORN by Nick Pecman Chapter 4: Daddy Issues Justin's absence from the Halloween party that Wyatt threw didn't go unnoticed. All the attendants were wondering where the hell he was. They were craving nothing more than to see Justin Myer as Khal Drogo. Jennifer was dressed as Khaleesi and was furious that she had no Khal. Lance was a Dothraki soldier too and was consoling her all night. But still Justin's neglect was obvious. Wyatt also felt that Justin's absence had a negative effect on his crowd. Even his friends seemed disappointed. All that really infuriated him. At some point, he decided to go up in his room and just lock himself in and let out his rage and pain. He started screaming in his pillow and walking around punching furniture. Then he just sat on his bed and took deep breaths. Through the music and all the people's chatter it was really hard to find the silence but he focused hard and then he could hear a new noise. A repeatitive plopping noise. From next door. David's room. Wyatt leaned in to the wall to hear better. He kept on hearing that plopping noise but also now he could make out soft moans. Really reminding him of his brother's voice. Wyatt got up and walked out of his room and to the next door that was David's room. He decided not to knock and just go ahead and walk in. So he did... And in he saw his little brother, David... fucking a pumpkin. "What the fuck, Dave?" he asked in disgust. First his father, now his brother. Was everyone getting disgusting in his family? "Dude... knock first?" David complained. "You're fucking a pumpkin! Don't turn this on me" Wyatt yelled. "I'm sorry. I just got crazy horny ok? Puberty..." David shrugged. Wyatt just kept on staring in shock. David then proceeded fucking the pumpkin through the hole he had carved on it, as if Wyatt had left the room. He kept on staring him in the eyes too. Wyatt felt like he was going to barf. David then let out a moan as he kept on fucking and staring, and that was too much for Wyatt. He walked out and shut the door behind him. He paused in the hallway to think. What the fuck was going on? Did it run in his family? An inexplicable desire for pumpkin? Wyatt shook it off and returned to his lame party. The next day, Michael went to work and there was yet another surprise expecting him. As he opened his office door, he found Alex with legs spread on his desk and with Mr. Dallas plowing his tight muscle ass. Alex laying on his chest, shirt and jacket lifted up to his waist and pants off. Dallas dressed only with his dick out through his pants' hole. Alex was moaning like a whore, not caring about where he was. Dallas seemed completely lost. Fucking like a robot, blank stare for a face. "What the fuck is going on here? What is this?" Michael said strictly shutting the door behind him, worried for others not to witness this. "Oh, Mr. Myer, I'm sorry... ooohhh, aaahhhh... Mr. Dallas was just... Ahhhh.. he was teaching me about the hierarchy of the company... aahhh" Alex responded. Dallas didn't respond. Still lost in a trance. Grunting as he fucked. "Boss, please stop this..." Michael pleaded in anger. Dallas didn't respond. Alex moaned loud. "Alex what the fuck is your deal?" "Mr. Myer, I'm... aaahh... I'm sorry, but I'm not... ooohhh.... exactly doing much right now... aahhhh... I'd like this to stop as much as you honestly..." Alex said. Michael of course didn't believe him. "You're a fucking slut" he whispered at him in anger. "Mr. Myer, please... aahhhH" "You're causing all of this" "No... you got me all wrong...oooohhh" Michael shook his head trying to focus. Then the door to his office opened. A woman colleague. "Myer, I need the... holy shit!" she said. "Lawson, it's not... I don't know..." Michael tried to cover it up, but obviously couldn't. "Is that Mr. Dallas?" Lawson said in shock once more. Michael exhaled. Mr. Dallas still didn't respond and kept on his intense fucking and grunting. "I'm afraid so..." Michael finally said. "What the fuck?" Lawson asked getting angrier. "I just walked in on this... don't ask me..." Michael said and starting walking out of the room. "Aaahhh... aaahhh... shit, Mr. Dallas I'm gonna... ooohhhh... I'm gonna..." Alex moaned loudly. Michael got out and walked away in the corridor. Lawson took out her phone determined and started filming. Alex shot his load all over the desk, moaning in a high pitch, like a slut. Dallas then also started grunting more intensely and thrusting harder. "Ahhh... Graaahhhh... GRAAAAAAAARRRHH" He shot his load all up Alex's ass. Lawson filmed the whole thing and then quickly exited the office. Mr. Dallas started coming to his senses. "What the fuck just happened?" he said puzzled. Alex in the form of the slutty blonde girl looked up at him. "You just lost your job, bitch" she said and got up from the desk. She put her skirt back on and waved goodbye to Dallas as she walked out the office. "Wait... what?" Dallas asked, starting to panic. Alex shut the door on him. Lance met up with Jennifer during the noon for a coffee. Both wanted to discuss what was wrong with Justin. "I must've called him about a hundred times now, literally" Jennifer said. "Something weird is going on, right?" "Are you kidding me? Didn't you see his stories yesterday?" Jennifer asked impatiently. Lance nodded. "It's like he's a pornstar now" he joked. "A GAY pornstar" Jennifer added "It's outrageous" "And then he just stopped" Lance added. "Yeah, and Justin never disappears. I mean we run a business together, for fuck's sake" Jennifer whined. "I know..." "This is so fucking serious" Jennifer continued "if he doesn't fix this, we're both fucked. I got no other source of income, I don't know what I'll do" "Relax, we're gonna figure it out" Lance reassured. "Yeah? How? We're supposed to shoot photos together with our matching outfits for this new sponsors..." "Why don't we go by his new place tonight?" Lance suggested. "You think?" They both thought about it for a second. "Yeah, we shouldn't wait any longer. We know for sure something is up, right?" Jennifer nodded. "Damn right" she added. "So let's drop by. Unexpectedly and see what is really going on" Lance said. Later that day Justin was laying around his house. Horny all the time and bored to death. His father had taken away his phone and laptop to make sure he wasn't going to post any more pics. Justin had nothing else to do by feel himself up and moan. And he'd been doing that all day. But he was missing an audience. And he craved that. More than anything else. He couldn't enjoy anything much without people watching him. He was sick and he knew, but he also loved it. Lost in his constant trance, he didn't realize anymore how the time passed and then there was a knock on his door. He got up and wrapped himself in his robe again, wearing only a tight brief-thong underneath. He opened the door. Michael was there. "Hey, son" he said walking in. "Hey, dad" Justin replied closing the door behind. They entered the living room and sat on the couch. The couch where last night Michael had defiled his son for the first time. "What's up?" Justin asked. "First off... I want to apologize for keeping you in isolation like this, but I don't know what else to do with your... new look" Justin nodded. "I understand, dad. I know how it affects people" "We have to figure something out. Can't keep you locked up in here forever" "Yes. I really hate it" Justin agreed. "I only want to protect you, son" Michael said sincerely. "I know daddy" Justin replied lovingly. He cuddled up to his father and Michael wrapped his arm around him. "Wanna watch a movie with me, dad?" Justin asked as they were curled up like that. "Sure, son" Michael replied and gave him a peak on his hair. Back at the Myer residence, Wyatt was creeping down the stairs as he heard noises again. He could see from the middle of the staircase, David in the living room. David was watching a porno movie on the big screen in their living room and dry humping pillows on the couch. Wyatt shook his head in shock and rushed upstairs. He entered his room and turned on his computer. He started googling. "My family's acting weird" "Family members sudden change in behavior" and other stuff like that. He started reading. In Justin's apartment, Michael and Justin were cuddled on the couch and were watching a scary movie. Not really focused on the movie, though. Justin was rubbing his father's crotch and Michael was massaging his pectits, which had slipped out of the robe. Both of them were letting out soft moans occassionally. Both knewing what was soon to follow and getting turned on more and more by the thought. But... there was a knock on the door that ruined the moment for them. Both father and son exhaled in annoyance. "Cover yourself up" Michael instructed and Justin cover his tits back with the robe. Then he got up and proceed to the door to open it. As he did, he saw Lance and Jennifer standing in the hall looking at him with faces that implied loads of complaints. "Justin..." said Jennifer. "Dude, where the hell have you been?" Lance added. "Hey, guys..." Justin said awkwardly, "ummm... I was kind of sick..." Jennifer scoffed. Lance check out Justin from top to bottom. Lance being a man he could feel his scent, his horny inducing aura. "We were really worried, man..." Lance said. "I'm sorry, I lost my phone too" Justin added. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" Jennifer yelled. "Hey, Jen, take it easy, he's okay" Lance told her. There was an awkward pause. Justin exhaled not knowing what else to say. "Hey, guys, why don't you come on in?" Michael shouted from the living room. Justin felt really uncomfortable with that idea, but couldn't do otherwise now. "Your dad's here?" Jennifer asked shocked. "Yeah he came to visit cause I was sick..." Justin explained. "Should we come in then?" Lance rushed. Justin shrugged. "Yeah sure come on..." Justin said stepping aside. Lance entered willingly, but Jennifer took her time, a little annoyed. All three of the "friends" walked in the living room. Michael was layin on the couch, with his legs up on the coffee table, chilled as fuck. "Good evening, guys" he said with a smile. "Hey, Mr. Myer" Lance said. "Hi" Jennifer said still a little annoyed. "We're watching a movie.. come sit with us" Michael said encouragely. Lance didn't need to be asked twice. He sat on the couch, right next to Michael. Justin went and sat on Michael's other side. There was left only one small spot for Jennifer, next to Lance from the other end of the couch. She annoyedly curled up in the corner and exhaled uncomfortably. "What are we watching?" asked Lance. "Just some silly horror movie" Michael added. "Cool" Lance said and then remained silent. The evening passed quietly for the next hour, as they were all observing the movie. Lance had totally forgotten about Justin's absence and was now only struggling to hide his hardon throbbing in his pants. Jennifer was totally annoyed, but had now started to fall asleep on Lance's shoulder. Michael was giving quick glances to Lance and Jennifer to see how observant they were and seeing that Jennifer was asleep and Lance was into the movie sort of, he attempted once more to massage Justin's chest, from above the robe this time. He slowly lowered his arm that was extended on the back of the couch, behind Justin's head, and down to his right pec. Sliding it down and feeling the muscle up from above the fabric. Justin looked at his father worryingly, and then glanced to his friends on the other side, concerned that they may see this. Michael started massaging Justin's pectit, caressing and squeezing above the fabric. "Dad, don't..." Justin whispered as quietly as he could, still staring towards Lance. Lance was observing the screen and trying to keep his hands above his crotch, to conceal his erection. All the while annoyed that Jennifer had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Michael pretended to also be watching the movie, but his peripherals were all over Justin. His hand squeezed harder on the meaty massive pec, slowly, enjoying the feeling of the cupping. His hand obviously not able to grab even half of the entire tit. "Uh..." Justin let out as softly as possible. Michael started pulling on the fabric now, trying to uncover the pectit from the robe. "No, dad, stop..." Justin whispered. Lance could've sworn his heard something now and turned discreetly to look to his side. He couldn't quite make it out cause Michael was inbetween him and Justin, but he felt something interesting was going on. He slowly started leaning forward to get a better look, but Michael quickly turned and stared at him, so Lance felt like he should back off. He returned to look at the screen. Michael continued unraveling Justin's pectit, the robe started peeling off the smooth skin of the muscle hunk, exposing the round juicy meat of his chest. "Dad, no..." Justin's nipple slipped out the robe and the fabric then just slid off the rest of the round muscle, exposing it completely. Michael leered at the exposed nipple and rushed to pinch it with his hand, roughly like it was something he'd been missing for a long time. "Ugh..." Justin moaned quietly. Michael pinched hard and lifted the entire pectit from the tip of the nipple, upwards to Justin's head. Then let the nipple go and causing the tit to jiggle back down with a soft ploppy noise. That caught Lance's attention again and he turned to see. Michael took notice again, but decided to let it go this time. He kept on fondling Justin's exposed pec. Lance saw it clearly now as he leaned forward with more determination. Justin saw Lance staring and Michael continuing to grope his tit and panicked. "Dad, please, stop!" he said quietly but firmly. That grinded Michael's gears. He looked at his son strictly and then turned to look to Lance. Lance looked into Michael's eyes and begged him with his stare to let him see what he was about to do to his son. Michael understood that and decided he was going to let him. Using now his other hand too, Michael turned his attention to Justin's pecs. He uncovered the other as well, with a fast move and started squeezing both of Justin's tits together, as Lance watched. "Ugh... oohhh, dad" Justin pleaded. Lance's hardon started leaking loads, wetting his pants. He couldn't believe what he was watching happen, but he was also affected by Justin's radiance so he didn't think much of it. Michael kept on squeezing hard while exchanging looks from Lance to Justin's chest. "Dad, please stop it, please" "Why? Let your friend see how you like it" Michael said staring at Lance. Lance let out a moan incontrollably. "What should I do now?" Michael asked him teasingly "want to see me suck these babies?" he continued. Lance couldn't do anything else but nod. He still had Jennifer on his shoulder not allowing him to do much. Michael didn't need to be asked twice. He leaned in and started suckling on Justin's nipples. "Ahhh... no... no.. dad, what are you doing?" Justin's words only fueled more Michael's lust and he sucked harder, giving the nipples subtle bites now. "Fuck, yes" Lance exhaled, "Oh fuck yes, suck his tits" "No... no... please, daddy, stop...ughh" Michael was getting driven off the edge. He growled softly through his rough suckling. Then he paused and gave the titties a few squeezes. "Oh fuck, what you're doing to me... you fucking whore, what you're doing to me..." he grunted in lust. He stared Justin into his eyes. Justin still had a look of complaint, as he still felt uncomfortable that Lance was there. "Wanna see what you're doing to me, you fucking devilslut?" Michael said dementedly. Then he undid his pants and let his massive throbbing cock pop out, sticking right up to the ceiling. "See this, whore?" Michael said. Lance moaned again and his wet spot expanded. "This is what you're doing to me. See what you're doing to your own father you fucking slutty devil's whore from hell?" Michael was losing it. Justin was letting out soft moans, like he was trying to apologize and make his father stop this. "Lance, is it ok for a son to make his father this hard?" Michael turned to Lance. Lance was incapable of uttering a single word. He just shook his head negatively to agree with Michael. "No, it's not. You're goddamn right it's not ok" Michael continued "he's gonna send his old man to jail looking like this" he said groping Justin's tits yet again. "Ahhh, no daddy... I don't.." "Shut up you fucking whore! You got tits like a prostitute now. Like silicon tits, you fucked up slut of a son!" Michael said grabbing harder. "Ahh... sorry, daddy" "Sorry means nothing, you have to be punished for making your dad hard like this. You're making me look bad, like I'm some fucking pervert, horny for his son" Michael ranted. "No... daddy I don't mean to...please" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Michael grunted and grabbed Justin's by his hair tightly. He pulled him down with forced and impaled his mouth on his raging donkey dick. "AH, Da-a-GLLLFMMMMG" were Justin's words. "OOOHHH, yes you fucking devlish whore, take it" Michael said pushing with both his hands, Justin's head on his cock. "Gllfkgklmmmmgdlgdglkk" Justin gagged hard, spilling saliva all over the place. "Choke" Michael said. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck" Lance muttered spilling more and more jizz in his pants, making a huge wet spot that started covering his thigh. Mihael held down Justin's head with one hand and with the other started undressing him completely from his robe. Uncovering his massive back, sliding it off his shoulders and down his waist.\ He could feel Justin's tits squeezing against his thigh and it made him want to push him even harder. Which he did. "GLllrrggklll" "Yeeesss... fucking choke on daddy's cock" He undressed the robe completely and tossed it aside. Now Justin was only wearing his tiny brief that hugged his massive asscheeks like a thong. He was on his knees on the couch, jutting his ass upwards as his father was pushing him uncomfortably on his cock. "oooh, you fucking tease" Michael whispered and started pulling on Justin's briefs. Pulling it towards him. Making it press harder against Justin's asscheeks and causing it to slide deeper inbetween them. Michael turned to Lance. "What do you think, Lance? Should I fuck that bubbly ass?" Lance nodded neurotically with his mouth open. "That's what I thought..." Michael said and let go of Justin's head. Justin lifted himself up and took in a deep breath. "Get yourself over my lap, you fucking slut" Michael ordered. Justin took deep breaths and looked at his father in uncertainty and a little bit of fear. "I know you're a virgin, but it's a little too late for that now" Michael said indifferently, "get over here" Justin had no choice but to oblige. He lifted himself off the couch and stood in front of his father. Michael spread his legs and Justin placed his around his father's waist on the couch. He lifting himself and his tits pushed against Michael's face, which caused him to moan in delight. Michael felt up with his hands Justin's huge asscheeks and pulled hard on the briefs to expose his hole. "Lower yourself on my dick" Justin did as instructed and felt Michael's tip of his cock rub against his virgin hole. "oooh, yes" Michael moaned. "Mmmm... daddy, I'm scared" "Your ass is made for this now, just lower more" Michael insisted. Justin did again as told. "Mmmmmhmmm" he moaned as the tip started entering his hole. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" Lance moaned, as cum started dripping from his crotch to the couch.. "AH, dad I can't" Justin said in pain. "Sshhh, it's okay, you're made for this. I made you for this" Michael said and pulled on his son's tits to make him lower more. More cock entered Justin's ass. "Aahhhhhhhh" Justin moaned loudly. Jennifer started awakening from that last moan. Lance felt her moving around and ready to open her eyes and he panicked. He undid his zipper fast and let his cock sprang out. Then as Jennifer opened her eyes and started lifting her head, he grabbed her by the hair and pushed her down on his cock. "What the--GLLUBB" Jennifer managed to utter before Lance's leaking dick shut her mouth. Lance kept her in place with his arms locking above her head and rolled his eyes back letting out a moan. Michael looked at him with pride. "Yeaah, that's a good boy" he praised him. "AHHHHHH" Justin moaned as his ass had devoured about half of his dad's dick. "That's it, son, keep going" Michael said pinching his nipples hard and pulling him down lower. Justin's legs were spread wide open, and he was squatting on his dad's cock, his ass looking like two humongous watermelons that were crushing a fat sausage in between them. Slowly and steadily, his ass touched the base of the cock, caressing his balls. "Aww yeah, that's it you fucking whore, you did" Michael moaned. "Ahh.. mmmm... uhh.. yes daddy" "Now bounce on it, bitch" Justin started doing as instructed, slowly going up and then squatting back down all the way to the balls. "Yeaaah... yeaahhh" Michael grunted. Lance in the meantime was still keeping Jennifer in place, who was slapping around annoyed trying to break free from his headlock. But Lance wasn't even paying attention to her as he was watching the hottest experience he had ever witnessed unfold next to him. Justin started picking up his pace on going up and down his dad's shaft, and his juices started lubing up the cock as he slid up and down, dripping from his asshole. "Ahh... ahhh... ooohhhh" Justin started moaning louder. "Yes, yes that's it, ride on daddy's cock" Michael growled. Michael started groping on Justin's tits more intensely. "Ooooh, fuck, Mr. Myer, you're fucking your son" Lance exclaimed. Michael turned to look at him. "My son is a fucking whore" "Aahhhh" Justin moaned as he started thrusting harder down to the thick cock. His ass started jigglying from the bouncing action, devouring the fat sausage into his hole and the cheeks ploping around in a circular motion. More juices started spilling out of his hole with each thrust, soaking Michael's balls and the lower part of Justin's asscheeks. As his thrusting intesified his tits started bouncing harder with the up and down motion, Michael feeling them in his hands, bouncing up and down, jigglying till nearly smacking Justin's chin, and then plopping back down to shag like busty boobs. "Ohhhh shit, you're gonna make me cum, you fucking piece of meat" Michael moaned. "Oh, shit, yes, shoot it up his ass" Lance moaned, pushing harder on Jennifer's head. "Glllrlrrlll" Jennifer gagged angrily. "Ahhh, aahhhh, aahhhh, daddy" Justin moaned. Justin's tits started smacking Michael in the face as he leaned a little forward. "Fucking slut, ohhh, you're gonna make your daddy cum, oooohhh fucking whore your own father is about to jizz inside you, OOOHHH" Michael starting thrusting his hips on the couch, plowing his dick deeper in Justin's hole as he also bounced down. "Take it, oooohhh, take it!" Michael yelled as he started shooting, "the same seed that created you, you fucking whore of a son" Michael's cock pulsated more intensely than ever in his life, practically shaking around, all its veins pumping up. And he started shooting straight inside Justin. Justin stood still, thrusting as low as possible, and Michael thrusted high up as far as he could and remained there as long as he dick ejaculated. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK" Michael growled in a deep inhuman voice. "Holy fucking shit, Mr. Myer" Lance moaned "AAAHHHHHHHH" and then started jizzing hard in Jennifer's mouth. "AAHHHH" Justin moaned as he received every drop from his dad's load inside his guts. As the orgasms subsided and the moaning turned into heavy breathing and then calming down, Lance let go of Jennifer's head. Jennifer got up instantly in a rage, and she gave Lance a strong slap. "What the fuck?" she screamed, "you fucking son of a bitch" She got up and walked away from the couch, she then turned to Justin who was still riding Michael's dick. "Justin, I don't know what the hell has gotten into you, but this is sick! The sickest thing I have ever witnessed! I'm not letting any of this get away, you're all going down! Locked up where you belong" Finishing her rant she stormed out the apartment and shut the door with a loud bang. "Dad, what are we gonna do?" Justin asked in fear. "That bitch is so dumb, she didn't even bother taken a pic. I wouldn't worry about her" Michael said calmly. Lance shrugged. "Maybe she'll sleep on it and change her mind" he said also pretty calm. Justin was freaking out but seeing as the other two were so chill, he let it go. Jennifer was walking fast and unstable down the street. She was furious. She took out her phone and googled the nearest police station. She then started walking fast towards that direction. Right as she found the station and was about to enter, someone stopped her. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" a young man's voice. Jennifer turned around and saw a handsome young man walking out of the shadows of the night. "Who the fuck are you?" she asked Alex, who appeared in his hot stunning male form to her. "Someone who wants to help you" he said smirking. "By telling me not to go to the police?" Alex giggled. "You're a sassy one. I like that" he continued as he walked towards her, "I can help you take revenge on them. But you need to be patient. Revenge is a dish best served cold" Jennifer scoffed. "Spare me the fucking lecture, how do you even know what you're talking about?" "I know things. And I plan ahead of time" Alex said more strictly, "if you side with me, I promise you, you're gonna enjoy your revenge way more" Jennifer remained still, thinking about Alex's offer. He was trully irresistable after all. To be continued...