‘Alpha Al’ the all american ass fucker
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“Alpha” Al was the ultimate All-American mr model guy on campus. About 6’1 tall, he had short brown hair, light blue eyes and a chiseled body honed from hours in the gym. He had in fact modeled in high school. That earned him a bunch of money, part of which now went toward a sweet bachelor pad — one other thing to set him apart from the competition who were either living in shitty student apartments or, worse yet, dorms.
Al knew how good looking he was, knew how all the girls looked at him as he walked around campus. He would hear what they said behind his back too. “That guy is so hot.” “I would totally do him.” “Did you know he modeled?” “I believe it. He’s gorgeous.” Once he got with them they seemed so eager to give him what he wanted — unless it was anal. Which is (unfortunately for them) what he craved. He wasn't sure why, but the power imbalance of it was certainly part of the allure. For whatever reason Al was obsessed with girls’ butts and with fucking them in the ass. Buttfucking was the holy grail and he just had to get them to do it. He wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, until they had agreed. In this he was surprisingly successful.
Surprisingly because of the fact that he was extremely well endowed. This too was no secret to him. He had been in enough locker rooms, especially while modeling, to know he was packed and girls’ reactions to his dick reinforced it. When they saw it the look of shock and awe was painted plainly on their faces. Sometimes they'd say things like "holy shit" or "oh my god it's huge." Eventually he started hearing things like "I heard it was big, OMG." Sex was sometimes painful for them, especially when Al went to work the way he liked to. He liked it rough. Loved to pound it in from behind, as he smacked their ass and grabbed them by the hair. If he was up their butt it was even better. Anal with Al brought girls an entirely different level of pain and suffering — and for him, a sick sense of pleasure. He loved the way they struggled with his big dick up their ass. Loved the look of pain and humiliation in their face. Loved the way they screamed in pain and even cried, though at that point he always offered to stop — which they rarely accepted because at that point they just wanted to get it over with. At that point Al would really give it to them, and talk dirty for good measure. It was hot. Al loved it.
Of course a guy who knows he is hot and well endowed can make for a pretty ego centric guy. But Al was surprisingly down to earth when he wanted to be. It came from not really having many insecurities. Certainly not around his looks or his economic standing, or for that matter the size of his dick. That set him apart from other guys at the school too. So did the fact that he was extremely experienced with girls. While most guys his age had fucked maybe five to ten girls, max, he had long ago lost count. He could barely remember all the anal victims. (They could all remember him though and in many cases were psychologically scarred from it). He had also had threesomes, which virtually nobody at that age had experienced. He could remember all of those.
His attitude of not seeming to give a shit worked great with girls. They noticed him of course, and then noticed him not noticing them, which made them insecure. Al did this trick on all girls, no matter how hot and no matter how badly he wanted to fuck them. The inevitable result is that they would do something to get his attention. That's when he knew he had them. The rest was merely a formality. Until, that is, it came time to do anal. They were always scared and reluctant to do that. They didn't want to deal with the pain or the power imbalance.
Al sought out “alpha” girls who knew they were the shit. If she wasn’t a bitch, he generally wasn’t attracted to her. He had no interest in nice girls or ones who were “wholesome” — unless that wholesomeness came with a bitchy attitude. The whole idea was to get a girl at the top of her game but with an “alpha” sense that matched his, and then show her who was boss.
Mandy was one of the all time hottest girls he had ever seen. Right away he knew he had to have her. At about 5’5 she was on the shorter side but that didn’t make her any less noticeable. She had wavy, 100% natural light blond hair that was about shoulder length. Light green eyes, an angel face with just the right amount of freckles and that body.
Forget the body. Start with the ass. It was famous. The perfect round bubble. It stuck out, showing itself to everybody, basically forcing guys to stare at it. Stare they would. And talk. They would have entire conversations just about her ass and how perfect it was. There had been several rankings of the best butt on campus and hers was number one in each. Al had actually managed to fuck numbers four and five by the time he and Mandy would start dating (more on that in a bit).
She was elusive. Aloof, but not enough to not put up the act of sweetheart girl next door. She knew how hot she was of course. Knew how all the guys talked about her (though the butt ranking was not known to her. Guys made sure that stayed between them). Guys hit on her all. The. Time. To the point where it was annoying. She had seen all their acts and all their tricks. She was tired of it.
Al knew what a challenge she represented. It turned him on. He knew what an impossible task it was going to be to get her to agree to do anal. She was a "good girl" who did not allow guys to do nasty things to her.
Al knew this. It made him want her more. He had made it his mission to buttfuck this chick if it was the last thing he did. He had to have that perfect big (but not too big) round, bubbly butt. Had to pump it full of his dick. He pulled out all the stops to woo her.
The truth is she was intrigued by him. She knew who he was of course. How could she not? Girls talked about this guy all the time and how hot he was. She knew his reputation too. Knew what was said about his huge dick. She even knew about his anal obsession. There was a rumor about that girl Adriana (a sexy latina and number four on the best butts list) who had made the mistake about letting him do that in a drunken one night stand. She was crying for weeks and could barely walk after he got done with her.
Those rumors were true…
Al knew how good looking he was, knew how all the girls looked at him as he walked around campus. He would hear what they said behind his back too. “That guy is so hot.” “I would totally do him.” “Did you know he modeled?” “I believe it. He’s gorgeous.” Once he got with them they seemed so eager to give him what he wanted — unless it was anal. Which is (unfortunately for them) what he craved. He wasn't sure why, but the power imbalance of it was certainly part of the allure. For whatever reason Al was obsessed with girls’ butts and with fucking them in the ass. Buttfucking was the holy grail and he just had to get them to do it. He wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, until they had agreed. In this he was surprisingly successful.
Surprisingly because of the fact that he was extremely well endowed. This too was no secret to him. He had been in enough locker rooms, especially while modeling, to know he was packed and girls’ reactions to his dick reinforced it. When they saw it the look of shock and awe was painted plainly on their faces. Sometimes they'd say things like "holy shit" or "oh my god it's huge." Eventually he started hearing things like "I heard it was big, OMG." Sex was sometimes painful for them, especially when Al went to work the way he liked to. He liked it rough. Loved to pound it in from behind, as he smacked their ass and grabbed them by the hair. If he was up their butt it was even better. Anal with Al brought girls an entirely different level of pain and suffering — and for him, a sick sense of pleasure. He loved the way they struggled with his big dick up their ass. Loved the look of pain and humiliation in their face. Loved the way they screamed in pain and even cried, though at that point he always offered to stop — which they rarely accepted because at that point they just wanted to get it over with. At that point Al would really give it to them, and talk dirty for good measure. It was hot. Al loved it.
Of course a guy who knows he is hot and well endowed can make for a pretty ego centric guy. But Al was surprisingly down to earth when he wanted to be. It came from not really having many insecurities. Certainly not around his looks or his economic standing, or for that matter the size of his dick. That set him apart from other guys at the school too. So did the fact that he was extremely experienced with girls. While most guys his age had fucked maybe five to ten girls, max, he had long ago lost count. He could barely remember all the anal victims. (They could all remember him though and in many cases were psychologically scarred from it). He had also had threesomes, which virtually nobody at that age had experienced. He could remember all of those.
His attitude of not seeming to give a shit worked great with girls. They noticed him of course, and then noticed him not noticing them, which made them insecure. Al did this trick on all girls, no matter how hot and no matter how badly he wanted to fuck them. The inevitable result is that they would do something to get his attention. That's when he knew he had them. The rest was merely a formality. Until, that is, it came time to do anal. They were always scared and reluctant to do that. They didn't want to deal with the pain or the power imbalance.
Al sought out “alpha” girls who knew they were the shit. If she wasn’t a bitch, he generally wasn’t attracted to her. He had no interest in nice girls or ones who were “wholesome” — unless that wholesomeness came with a bitchy attitude. The whole idea was to get a girl at the top of her game but with an “alpha” sense that matched his, and then show her who was boss.
Mandy was one of the all time hottest girls he had ever seen. Right away he knew he had to have her. At about 5’5 she was on the shorter side but that didn’t make her any less noticeable. She had wavy, 100% natural light blond hair that was about shoulder length. Light green eyes, an angel face with just the right amount of freckles and that body.
Forget the body. Start with the ass. It was famous. The perfect round bubble. It stuck out, showing itself to everybody, basically forcing guys to stare at it. Stare they would. And talk. They would have entire conversations just about her ass and how perfect it was. There had been several rankings of the best butt on campus and hers was number one in each. Al had actually managed to fuck numbers four and five by the time he and Mandy would start dating (more on that in a bit).
She was elusive. Aloof, but not enough to not put up the act of sweetheart girl next door. She knew how hot she was of course. Knew how all the guys talked about her (though the butt ranking was not known to her. Guys made sure that stayed between them). Guys hit on her all. The. Time. To the point where it was annoying. She had seen all their acts and all their tricks. She was tired of it.
Al knew what a challenge she represented. It turned him on. He knew what an impossible task it was going to be to get her to agree to do anal. She was a "good girl" who did not allow guys to do nasty things to her.
Al knew this. It made him want her more. He had made it his mission to buttfuck this chick if it was the last thing he did. He had to have that perfect big (but not too big) round, bubbly butt. Had to pump it full of his dick. He pulled out all the stops to woo her.
The truth is she was intrigued by him. She knew who he was of course. How could she not? Girls talked about this guy all the time and how hot he was. She knew his reputation too. Knew what was said about his huge dick. She even knew about his anal obsession. There was a rumor about that girl Adriana (a sexy latina and number four on the best butts list) who had made the mistake about letting him do that in a drunken one night stand. She was crying for weeks and could barely walk after he got done with her.
Those rumors were true…
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