Next Gen Cuck

Shalonda stretched out her tall ebony frame, massaging the back of her neck. Just when she thought she could ace every class at this peckerwood school, she confronted her mortal enemy: math.

She looked over at nerdy Peter, making the homework look easy and growled a little. He had moments of arrogance when tutoring her, something that came so easy to him and so difficult to her. It put him on a pedestal she didn't deserve. And with her most recent training with Kyle still in her protected pussy, it seemed time to test the boy.

She put her pencil down, polishing off another chicken wing with hot sauce. Peter, weak white boy that he was, couldn't handle the heat. She looked him in his soft gray eyes, taking another two down, slurping them and noisily smacking her lips.

"W-w-wow," Peter said. "You sure must be hungry."

"Mmmhm. How about your, boy? You hungry?"

"N-n-no, I had my half of the wings," he said. Shalonda shook her head.

"Not talking about chicken, white boy," she said. She leaned back in her chair, pulling up her skirt and tugging her panties to the side, revealing her prime, freshly fucked cunt.

"Oh my God," he whispered. He looked at it, and then saw a thick dollop of cum drip out of her. "Is that ... semen?" He asked, alternately mortified and fascinated.

"It is," Shalonda said simply. "I want you to eat every drop out of my pussy, Peter."

"Why?" he said, looking at her slack jawed.

"Because I want it. And you want it too, deep down. Every time I try to invite your bitch ass out, you find excuses. Every time we're in the same room, you're half buried in your books and half ogling the fuck out of me. And that's fine. But we been doin' this same shit all semester, and I wasn't going to hold out for you forever. C'mon, Peter, take out your dick. I know you are hard as fuck."

Peter looked shell shocked, mechanically tugging out his cock. Frankly, the chicken wing Shalonda just polished off was bigger. Sickly pale and only a few inches long.

"What you jerk off to, white boy?"

"You," he whispered, barely audible. "Girls built like you."

"And you think a bitch like you could satisfy me with a dick like that?" Shalonda asked, arching an eyebrow.

"No," he whispered, downcast.

"Perk up, boy. You gotta place. Eat. Eat like there is no fuckin' tomorrow."

She smiled as he crawled to her, licking her feet, her ankles, the back of her knees, her thighs, her asscrack, immersing himself into every inch of the Black goddess. Only when he heard murmurs of approval did he start licking her thick pussy lips, sucking up that dollop of Kyle's cum. He sucked her clit obediently. He was a natural pussy eater, and soon enough every drop of Kyle's cum was in Peter's belly, and he was swallowing her pure nectar, eyes rolled back in his head. Shalonda even gave him a handjob, which lasted barely a minute before he sprayed a thick load all over the floor of Shalonda's apartment. And then he had more cleanup work to do.