“No, MM — my mom bought them for me for my eighteenth. What about that cock of yours? Is that GM — or are all… uh… black dicks that huge?”
“It’s natural,” replied Rob, with another twinkle in his eye. “I’m a bit older than you, and they didn’t have big cock technology when I was in vitro.”
“Very impressive,” Alison giggled, “but now let me give you something to do with that dick! Sit back for the amazing ‘Look Mom No Hands’ Sexy Talking Asshole Show! Tan-tan-taraaa!”
Curious but obedient, Rob sat back on his berth and watched intently as Alison began to slowly open and close her asshole by muscle power alone. When closed, her sphincter was a perfect rosebud, tight, slightly wrinkled, a delicate light brown, framed by a pair of beautiful ass-cheeks, pure white except for one small mole on her right buttock, and — from Rob’s point of view on his berth — topped by two large wobbly mounds of tit, each finished off with a perfect dome-shaped nipple quivering skyward. Said tits formed the frame for Alison’s delicately proportioned face, which made Rob, almost unbeknownst to himself, grin with delight. Then Alison’s asshole began what Rob presumed to be “The Show”, slowly opening and closing to reveal her innards. At first, they were gentle winks, just opening wide enough to, perhaps, tempt a little finger in — like sensually parted lips, Rob thought, except perfectly round, like a little ‘o’. Then the winks began to gradually grow wider: wide enough maybe for a middle finger to probe its way in, then wide enough for a small vibrator. Finally, Alison’s asshole was gaping wide enough for a cock — “maybe even my cock,” thought Rob. And what a perfect asshole it was! There was no hint of slackness or prolapse — just a pure, wide open ‘O’ (“capital ‘O’ now,” thought Rob) guiding the way into Alison’s rectal abyss, which glowed deep red in the reflected light from the ceiling lamps. “Oh fuck,” exclaimed Rob, “can I lick that gape, baby?”
“Not yet,” replied Alison, wagging a finger at him in reproach, and enjoying the effect she was having on the gorgeous man now drooling at her rectum. “Stay sitting back: that was just the overture!”
Alison contracted her asshole suddenly shut, but then, to Rob’s amazement, made it start “talking” — that is to say, opening and closing, but in time with Alison’s speech — for which she put on a hilarious mock twentieth-century posh English accent. “Good mawning, Mister Deniels,” “said” the asshole, expanding and contracting by its own muscle-power, “do you layk drooling over my gaping ahsshale?” Rob laughed out loud, but his cock was stiff as steel inside his jeans. “What’s your favourite kaynd of ahsshale, Mister Deniels?” The asshole gaped wider than ever as Alison put on a deep stentorian voice: “Do you layk your ahsshales wayd and gaping, say you could fit your hayl fist in theah? Or,” — and now the asshole contracted tight again, but opened just wide enough to look as if it was speaking with the high-pitched squeak now emanating from Alison’s mouth — “perheps you’d prefer my ahsshale tayt and stuck-up, like a prudish little ahss-virgin? Or,” — and now Alison resumed her normal accent as her anus returned to a dick-sized gape — “maybe the best kind of asshole is the cock-sized asshole, just the right size for that big black dick to squeeze into and fuck to oblivion?”
Rob couldn’t hold back any longer: this was the wildest, craziest, funniest, sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life, and he wanted nothing more now than to obey the voice and assfuck Alison to said oblivion. He stood up, ripping his jeans down to reveal his huge dick again, more erect than ever, its head now glistening with pre-cum. This time, Alison wasn’t fazed by the gorgeous cock pulsating and bobbing in front of her. She knew she had won: she was in control now — no longer the ditsy teenager mesmerised by her first black dick, but a fucker — a real fucker who knew how to control and pleasure her customers like a professional. “Oh yeah, come on now, Mister Daniels, ram that fucking black dick in my gaping shithole. What are you waiting for?”
Rob wasn’t waiting any longer. He put both his hands under Alison’s butt-cheeks, lifted her ass so that her anus gaped wide towards the ceiling, and plunged his cock downwards deep into her hot rectum. Alison’s asshole was slick as cunt, clean and lubed just as she had promised, and a groan of ecstasy escaped from Rob as his balls slapped against Alison’s ass. Alison’s fuck-talk wasn’t about to let up: “Oh yeah, Mister Daniels, you wanna assfuck this nice young white girl with that huge black dick of yours? You wanna pile-drive her fucking shithole? You wanna clean out her stables with that fucking horse-cock of yours?”
Rob was in seventh fuck-heaven. He fucked that asshole with more lust than he knew he had. He fucked it because it was hot and slimy as a cunt on heat. He fucked it because it sucked his dick better than any cunt or throat he had ever had fucked. He fucked it because this bitch’s filthy talk drove him wild. He pulled Alison’s ass down onto the berth and lay on top of her so that, dick still pounding her shithole, he could suck those big beautiful tits, their finely-rounded nipples now pinker and puffier than ever. He gazed in wonder at that pretty face, those keen brown eyes, those soft pink lips — now unleashing a torrent of verbal filth at him: “You like fucking this dirty white bitch, Mister Daniels? You gonna squirt your cum into that asshole? Swill out her shit-cunt with that cock-cream of yours? Fill her brown hole with all your fucking dick-slime? Watch her eat your fucking cum from her shit-pit? ‘Coz this pretty little white girl owns you. You come in here, boy, and bust up her fucking chifforobe, and she’ll give you a fucking — FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”