The Allure of Alex - Pt. 03

The third and final part of this particular tale is told from Alex's perspective and begins where the second story ended.

Sorry it took me a while to get round to writing this part - I hope you enjoy!

Please note:

- All characters are 18+ years old.

- This story contains derogatory language.

THE ALLURE OF ALEX PART THREE

I gasped for air when Danny released his grip. My vision filled with stars and a euphoric buzz rushed through my skull. Climactic waves rolled and throbbed deep inside my ass, massaging every last drop from him as he slowly humped and teased my pulsing prostate.

His hands landed on my shoulders and began to drop down my back, pushing me forward as they went, and I found myself on all fours again, his intruding cock still buried in my freshly minted boy pussy. It's just what I'd always wanted.

He leaned back and as his cock began to soften I felt my used ass lose its grasp. I tried to clench down, and my hole tingled as his thick flaccid member slipped from my ring. I groaned as his hand landed on my cheek with a considerably more gentle spanking than earlier. My eyes fluttered as some of his cum dripped down my useless, sensitive balls.

"Now that's a fucking beautiful cunt."

Danny knew all the right things to say. I enjoyed the way he asserted himself since barging into the room in a fury. I'd planned to stay drying off with the towel right in front of the door until he walked in and made some sort of comment about my massive butt or tiny dick - I love the way he speaks down to me.

I had no idea he would confront me about his Dad. At least not so soon after Mr Sinclair broke open my virgin hole. But I'm glad he did. And now he was complimenting me on my 'beautiful cunt'. Dan Sinclair, a well-known fuckboy who had made his way through every available pussy in town, praising my own cum covered hole. I was elated and fulfilled.

The sound of our heavy breaths filled the room but then a cough cut through the air like a bullet. I slowly turned my face towards the door and felt a heady mix of excitement and panic as I took in the imposing frame of my midnight rendezvous.

"Hi, Mr Sinclair." I uttered sweetly as if greeting him on the street rather than on the bedroom floor with my arse spread wide open, squeezing and leaking his son's cum from my pounded hole.

His eyes met mine but quickly shot over to Danny, who was still catching his breath. Dan had turned to face his Dad, and my own eyes traced down Mr Sinclair's tight sports top. I took in the heaving pecs and thick torso, and felt my small pecker twitch as I gazed at his unmistakeable slab of hard Daddy meat fighting the confines of his running shorts.

Dan stood, found his underwear and pulled them up quickly. He looked me over and seemed to take in the sight with fresh eyes - a cum filled faggot on his bedroom floor. He suddenly picked up the towel I'd been using and threw it over my ass.

"Dad, uh, it's... it's... uh..."

"What? Go on Daniel. Tell me 'it's not what it looks like' if that makes you feel better." Mr Sinclair was stoic. I couldn't read his face at all and I was afraid to move.

"We were just... we were just messing around. Just a laugh, right?" Dan looked back at me as the towel slid to the floor revealing once more my bruised, red cakes.

"Alex..." Mr Sinclair was trying to be earnest but his eyes were planted firmly on my cheeks as I remained on all fours.

"Dad, come on. It's not that serious." Dan smiled and even added a chuckle.

"Daniel, shut up."

"Christ. You already fucked him I was just having my turn." It was a degrading comment, making me sound like a fairground ride, and I loved it.

Mr Sinclair's eyes went wide.

"What? How did you- what do you mean?"

"Dad if you're going to try and hide something then you shouldn't act so shifty. And you definitely shouldn't hand over your phone when there are videos of the pair of you eye fucking each other, then this slut fingering himself, and you heading down the stairs with your cock bouncing about in your boxers."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. And the whole thing about Alex having a nightmare, making all kinds of noises in the night. Really? I'm not even the clever twin."

I spun around on my knees so my sloppy hole wasn't in anyone's immediate eye line in an effort to be a bit more dignified. I sat back on my feet and brought my hands into my lap to cover my little dick.

Mr Sinclair was scratching his beard while his eyes settled on my thick thighs. He seemed lost in thought and took in deep breaths that made his hard thick nipples rise and fall beneath the thin sports material, hypnotising me and causing a stir in my hole.

"I'm not gay." He finally said.

"Okay, cool." Dan shot a confused look at me.

"I just don't want you thinking I don't love your mother. I was pent up, and the only reason I fucked Alex was to get some relief."

He wasn't even looking at me. To him, my virginity was an easy steal and meant the same as knocking one out into a fleshlight. Part of me was disheartened, but my small cock was solid and dripping as he spoke about me with such little respect.

"I get that. I was just mad after seeing the videos. I wasn't even sure what I was doing but when I confronted Al, he was drying off and chucking his arse about. I don't know. I was mad and..."

"Needed the relief?"

"Yeah. Plus you can treat him however you want and he doesn't care." Danny moved towards me and pulled one of my arms up, revealing my hard dick. He laughed at it and I felt my face blush. I flicked my eyes over to Mr Sinclair who was palming his bulging crotch with his shovel of a hand.

He took a step forward. He was just out of reach. His heavy meat was testing the limits of the thin material holding it back.

Then we all went still as we heard footsteps on the stairs. Mr Sinclair turned quickly and held the back of the door.

"Daaaaaaaan?" Sophie called for her brother.

"What?!" Dan shouted back unphased.

"We're ready to go, just waiting for you two and Dad, wherever he is."

"Five minutes Soph!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, just hurry up." We heard the footsteps descending the stairs and let out a collective sigh.

Mr Sinclair looked over his shoulder towards me. His chest heaving from the stress of almost being caught out.

"Right... sort yourselves out. Quickly. See you down there."

His hand gripped the door knob but it didn't turn. He looked over his shoulder towards me. His eyes were wide and glassy.

"... Dad?"

He quickly turned his head to look at his son before dropping his face down.

He pushed in the small button of the door knob, confirming the lock with a gentle click. He turned, a hand gripping the enviable shaft that was starting to leave a noticeable wet spot on the thin fabric of his shorts.

"I can't go anywhere like this."

In a flash of movement, his thumbs hooked the elastic waistband and thrust them down to his ankles. When he stood back up his cock bounced heavily and I bit my lip as I saw the long strand of clear cum glisten from the tip.

"Fuck, how do you not go lightheaded every time you get hard?" Danny joked to try and cut the tension.

There was a moment of silence before Mr Sinclair closed the gap. He moved with purpose and in a matter of quick steps, where I saw nothing but his colossal member sway longingly towards me, his tip was a mere breath away. My mouth salivated and the sides of my jaw went slack. My tongue slipped between my parting lips, which I licked slowly as they tingled in ecstasy.

"Dad, I'm not sure we have time." I heard a small amount of panic in Dan's voice for the first time.

One of Mr Sinclair's large hands rested on top of my head and a euphoric chill swept through my entire body as I felt a gentle pressure push me forward.

"You want it." He muttered.

I did.

The bulbous head closed the remaining distance and settled on my bottom lip. I flicked my tongue across the hot slit and I groaned as I tasted the salty gem of precum.

"Dad, you'll have to be quick. Shit what if they come back upstairs?"

Danny's nerves were getting the better of him and he moved over to the door and rested his back against it. Scared of being caught but not enough to stop his own married father from using me.

"He's got a point. Sorry, Alex." He sighed.

For a second I thought he was going to refuse me his swollen meat, but instead both hands gripped the side of my head and his thick shaft pushed into my mouth, flattening my tongue as I tasted inch after inch of searing flesh.

"No time to warm you up I'm afraid."

I spluttered as the mushroom tip struggled to thrust into my throat. I looked up through teary eyes as the massive shit eating grin spread across his face. He was no longer the friendly neighbourhood Dad and family man, he was a primal alpha male with one goal to accomplish by any means.

I instinctively went to move back but his hands held my head in place. My throat contracted and slacked. I felt saliva drip down my chin and wondered how it even managed to find a space to escape from the colossal girth stretching my lips tight.

His fists tightened and pain screamed across my scalp from his firm fingers pulling on my soft hair. My throat convulsed around the thick intrusion, the pressure built, my tongue felt the slight bend in his shaft.

Suddenly my vision blurred as the head of his dick pushed through the tight barrier and I felt his heavy meat lodge deep in my throat. I choked and fought feebly to push him back but his grip tightened on my hair as he sunk his length as deep as it could possibly go.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" His face tightened in pleasure and he moaned as his heavy balls pressed against my spit covered chin. My arms continued to flail around to no avail.

His scrunched face relaxed and he took in the sight below. I was no doubt crimson from the lack of air and could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Good boy." He smiled down at me as I felt his grip soften. Then he pulled his hips back till his dick popped out of my throat and his leaking cock head settled on my tongue. I strained for breath through my nose. My blurred sight returned to normal but stars filled my vision.

One of his hands went to the back of my head and the other worked its way up and under his T-shirt to play with a nipple.

"You ready boy?"

I stared up at him. I knew that my answer was inconsequential and he began to sink back into my throat once more. The spit covered head slipped down and I moved my tongue under his thick shaft, feeling every flushed vein and ridge of his firm dick.

No sooner were his balls resting on my chin before he pulled his hips back. I caught some air and tasted the musky cum as the flared head trailed across my tongue. I licked the underside of Mr Sinclair's pulsing dick head and he shivered before thrusting back in and filling my throat.

He started to get into a rhythm. Skull fucking my faggot mouth and throat steadily. As my gag reflex succumbed to the intrusion and settled, I found my hands stroking the back of his thighs. His pounding quickened and I grabbed his arse cheeks. They were all muscle and my cum soaked asshole quivered as I felt his strong form ease and contract as he opened my throat up.

My eyes strayed as I saw movement towards the door and Danny was taking in the scene as he thrashed his own hard beast. I knew I was made for serving cock as in that moment I felt a small tinge of sadness at the sight of him working his own dick, and an even bigger sense of sadness that he wasn't using me.

I reluctantly let one hand fall away from Mr Sinclair's burly behind, and beckoned Danny over with a finger. He wanted to move over but he didn't dare leave the door unguarded.

Mr Sinclair realised my attention had drifted. He followed my eye line to his son frantically stroking his engorged member. I looked up at him and he winked, pulled his cock out my throat in one swift movement, then spit in my mouth.

"Go on then." Mr Sinclair snarled. I went to get up but he pushed me back down. Dan didn't say or do anything other than continue his stroke. So I started to shuffle over to the door on all fours. The rough carpet softly grazed my knees and I could feel Mr Sinclair's eyes watching my heavy cheeks as they swayed, taking in the sight of my crack slicked with his son's cum.

As I arrived at his feet, Danny lowered himself to the floor while continuously stroking his cock. His balls bounced tightly against the waistband of his underwear.

"You want it?" He smiled through the slightly panicked look on his face, his heels pressed against the door like he didn't trust the lock.

"Please... please, Danny." The pleading slipped from my mouth without even thinking.

He looked behind me and smiled as I heard Mr Sinclair moving closer. I went to turn but Dan caught a fistful of my hair and held my head in place, fisting his thick dick mere inches from my lips. I stretched my tongue out and caught the underside of the glistening tip. The heady taste of his cum danced across my tongue. He sniggered and leaned back a little to keep it out of reach.

I felt a hand on my hip followed quickly by the warmth of flesh and the tickle of hair against my smooth thighs. Mr Sinclair pushed my legs a little wider apart with his knees and without warning I moaned as two of his thick fingers pushed into my hole.

"Fuuuuuuck!" I groaned as Mr Sinclair's fingertips found my prostate and he tickled that most sensitive of spots.

"Yeah, you want Daddy to fuck you again?" Mr Sinclair teased as he twirled his meaty digits inside my slutty hole.

"Uhhhh... please... please." I couldn't think as his fingers slid in and out, purposefully pushing down on that spot as he drove them back and forth.

"Looks like Dan here takes after his old man, I won't need to lube you up, this cunt is fucking flooded." He snarled.

I groaned and panted as I looked up desperately to Danny, who was repeatedly dragging his cock head from one cheek to the other, teasing my waiting mouth with the briefest of tastes.

"Please. I need you both." I stared up at him with my doe eyes, pleading for Danny to give me what I needed whilst also clenching my ring tightly around Mr Sinclair's knuckles.

"I think we better give this faggot what he needs." Danny smiled menacingly at his Dad.

"We probably should, if only to shut him up. We need to be quick." Mr Sinclair pulled his fingers from my ass then I felt his weight lean over me a little as he brought his fingers to my face.

"Clean these off first."

In an instant I had my lips wrapped around them. His fingertips stroked the back of my tongue and I sucked down every last salty drop of his son's cum.

Before he'd even removed them, Danny pushed my head forward and my mouth opened to accept his throbbing shaft. The sides of my mouth pulled tightly and I could hear Mr Sinclair snigger as I moaned over his fingers and son's cock.

"Bit eager there, son."

"Can't let you have all the fun."

Danny was on a mission. Both of his hands were on top of my head as he began to pump his solid dick into my waiting throat. He was slightly hunched over me and his tidy pubes filled my nose with a heady scent of masculinity, while his smooth balls bounced on my chin.

As I gagged and spluttered, Mr Sinclair removed his fingers to the relief of my lips and took my hips in his large hands. The nails pushing into my skin as he held me firmly in place.

I heard him spit and felt a warm trickle from the top of my crack down to my throbbing hole. God knows I didn't need any further lubing up but it felt even better as his thick mushroom tip pushed between my cheeks and smeared the spit over my sore, tingling ring.

He pulled his hips back ever so slightly and his hot cockhead pushed slowly towards its target. As he leaned forward he dropped his weight through his arms and I felt my heavy cheeks widen a little more.

"God this massive arse, Alex." Barely a whisper, but everything I needed to hear as the head of his thick cock pushed into my cum soaked pussy.

I moaned onto Danny's dick as he continued his assault on my tonsils. I heard him stifle his own guttural groans as the vibrations moved through his shaft.

Mr Sinclair sunk into me with little resistance as my freshly bred hole squeezed every thick inch of his unstoppable length. Shivers ran from deep in my cunt as his rigid cock pushed over my prostate. My nipples were achingly hard, shocks ran through my temples, and my own small dick leaked and bounced.

As I felt Mr Sinclair's hairy, heavy balls rest against my useless nuts, he stopped to let me adjust to the size and girth. One of his large meaty hands ran from my hip, along my spine, up my neck, and pushed aside Danny's clutches leaving him unsure on what to do until he settled on hooking them behind his head.

As Mr Sinclair pulled his hips back, stroking my sensitive and thoroughly used hole with his hefty shaft, he pushed my head forward until I had not only full enveloped Danny's cock but my lips pushed deep into the muscle of his crotch and choked down his swollen dickhead an extra inch than it had reached before.

Dan tore at his own messy hair as he bit down on his lip to stop the screams of utter ecstasy. His pecs and abs flexed above me as I spluttered and drooled over his thick cock.

Mr Sinclair pushed back in with ease, his heavy dick carved through my hole with power and determination. I quickly felt the swing of his full balls against my own and the unmistakeable feeling of his head pushing through my second hole.

My throat convulsed around Danny's rod as Mr Sinclair set about thrusting in and out of my cunt with speed, his hand dropped back to my hip.

My head shot back and through tear filled eyes I gazed slack jawed at Danny's glistening tool. It bounced solidly as thick, bubbly strands of my spit slid and hung in strands.

I struggled for breath as Mr Sinclair increased his assault on my pulverised cunt. His fingers dug deep into my skin as the pace quickened and the slaps of flesh grew louder.

Dan pulled at the base of his cock then quickly let go, letting it sway teasingly in front of me as a thick white drop dribbled from the end.

"I can't take much more, Dad."

Mr Sinclair didn't respond. Electric shocks fired deep in my gut as his girthy cock filled my pussy, snapped fully back, and repeated. My breath was quick, Danny's was staggered, and Mr Sinclair struggled to keep a roar at a low husky rumble.

I felt drops of his sweat land between my shoulder blades. I turned to take in the sight of him pounding my fat globes. His teeth were bared and his eyes were fixed on my creamy cheeks. His fingers created deep curved valleys as they pressed into my flesh. My arse rippled and waved as he tore through my cunt at breakneck speed. His T-shirt had been thrown off at some point and I admired the tanned skin and glistening chest hair, and gazed longingly at his bouncing pecs as they heaved with each slam of his body. His eyes flicked up and met mine.

"Go on." He huffed and leaned forward, he nibbled my ear lobe then whispered, "Finish him off."

I looked ahead at Danny's pulsing prick as Mr Sinclair continued his deep pummelling of my slicked, used hole. He leaned back and as I opened my mouth I felt his thick fingers tangle in my hair once more, pushing me forward onto his son's searing meat.

Danny's breath caught in his throat as his cum dripping cock got caught in mine. Mr Sinclair held me firm as he fucked me in a deep rhythm that his hand and my head matched.

"Al... I'm gonna..."

"Quiet, son." Mr Sinclair warned.

He bit down on his lip and his face screwed up tight. His abs rose and fell in quick succession as his heavy balls pulled closer to his shaft.

As my throat squeezed around his cock I felt the rigid twitch of his orgasm. Danny's hands landed either side of my head as he bucked his dick deeper. He panted through a guttural groan to avoid screaming as his hot seed rocketed into me. It pumped and flexed as I choked down each drop of his precious cum. He pulled back and suddenly his cock head was bouncing on my tongue as ropes continued to shoot and he twisted in pleasure. I stayed suckling on his rock hard dick and savoured every last salty shot. I twirled my tongue around his sensitive tip and he humped several short thrusts between my head and the door.

Whilst I nursed Danny's softening shaft for every last drop it could offer, Mr Sinclair increased his already ferocious speed as his heavy log pummelled my velvety cunt. He released his vice like grip from my hips and not a second later both open palms spanked my bruised cakes. The sting was sublime and my passage clenched around his thrusting dick, hugging the rigid shaft tight against my pulsing prostate. I spluttered a moan over Danny's half hard chub and Mr Sinclair threw his head back.

"Fuck that feels good." He panted as his heavy hands lifted from my cheeks and slapped down hard once more. I clamped my hole firmly around his girth and squealed like a pig over Danny's cock as Mr Sinclair rocked back and forth, his mushroom head catching my prostate each and every time.

The pressure built deep inside and my whole body began to sing and tremble. His hands landed again with a sharp smack and that newly discovered reflex kicked in, my carved out cunt gripping the thick veins of his hefty dick for all its worth.

"Oh my god." I groaned over Danny's cock as the waves began. Mr Sinclair took fistfuls of my cheeks in each hand as sparks filled my vision. I trembled deep inside and my small erection flailed beneath me, shooting strings of clear nectar as my ring contracted around Mr Sinclair's mighty cock. I shook and writhed in utter pleasure, throwing my heavy arse back to meet his desperate thrusts as muscles convulsed and stroked him from deep inside.

"Holy shit, fuuuuuuuck!" Mr Sinclair roared from behind. He pushed forward and landed with all of his weight on top of me, pinning me to the floor and drilling his dick as deep into my throbbing cunt as he could. I looked up at Danny who was slumped against the door with wide eyes, one hand absentmindedly stroking my hair as he took in the sight of his Dad carving me out.

"I'm gonna, uh, uhh, uhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mr Sinclair delivered a final long stroke. I felt his balls twitch against my own as shot after shot creamed my insides and his girthy cock quaked as I clenched my hole to milk every last drop. His body shuddered from head to toe as his thick load filled my guts.

He jerked and humped several short final blasts as his fresh seed mixed with his son's recent load and I felt some drops escape, sending shivers over my small spent balls as it dribbled out.

I was flat against the floor with my head resting against Danny's soft cock as he continued to play with my hair and stroke my cheek.

"You okay?" He asked.

I noticed a slight tone of concern in his voice but he needn't have worried. I was feeling better than I'd ever felt before. In such a short space of time I'd gone from being a total virgin to my third deep dicking, and I'd just been filled at both ends by the two hottest men I knew.

"I'm more than okay." I smiled as I felt Mr Sinclair rock his hips slowly against my fleshy ass.

"Dan! Ally!" Mrs Sinclair was making her way up the stairs. Shit.

My eyes wobbled and I bit my lip to stifle a yelp as Mr Sinclair whipped his dick out of me.

"We're waiting to go!" She was nearly at the top of the stairs. Danny shot up and my head hit the floor. I quickly followed and noticed my shorts at the bottom of the bed. Mr Sinclair had pulled his shorts on and was fighting to get in his T-shirt. Dan had pulled up his boxers and had thrown on a tank top.

"Have you seen your Dad? Me and Sophie can't find him." I pulled on a T-shirt, took a quick look around to make sure everyone was dressed enough then jumped towards the door just in time to unlock it and swing it open to see Mrs Sinclair reaching towards it.

"Ally, are you okay? You're all red." She looked worried as she took in my breathless stare, then scanned the room to see we were all red and sweaty.

"I was just going through some yoga with the boys." I turned and looked at them. Danny immediately plastered on a cocky smile and leaned back against his chest of drawers. Mr Sinclair looked as though he'd seen a ghost.

"Yeah, I roped Dad in before he went to shower from his run." Dan acted as though he'd been in this situation a thousand times before.

"Oh. Well, we're waiting downstairs. Hurry up with the shower you lot. And Dan will you open a window, it's very hot in here. No wonder you three are all sweating!"

Mrs Sinclair turned and walked back towards the stairs. I heard a chuckle from Danny as he opened a window. Mr Sinclair slipped by me in the doorway and walked down the hall. Before he went into his bedroom he stopped and turned.

"Might want to change those shorts." He stifled a smile and winked as he stepped into his bedroom.

My heart fluttered and my asshole clenched helplessly against the torrent of cum that was soaking into the material of my shorts and dripping down my thighs.

That was one hell of a sleepover.