Nerd Alert

His name was Mortimer Marshall. He was 18, a freshman at the University. He was rail thin and gawky, with ginger hair and thick coke bottle glasses. Jada paid him no mind as he tutored Danesha, until he got up, awkwardly spilling soda all over himself. Was that? Jada excused Danesha.

"C'mon, white boy, get those drawers off," the 37 year old black woman commanded simply.

"I don't -- I shouldn't -- I can just go home," Morty whined.

"Nonsense, I'll wash them here. Ain't nothing I ain't seen before," she said, curious now. He whined a little more, but peeled his pants down. He filled out his stained underwear more than adequately.

"Take them drawers off too, white boy," Jada said, a little breathless.

"I really shouldn't ..."

"If you say shouldn't, or can't, or won't, I'll take them drawers off myself and stuff them in your mouth to shut you the fuck up," Jada said. He wavered and surrendered, tugging off his underwear.

He had a large cock, pink, veiny, with heavy hanging balls. Jada stared at it for a long moment, then wrapped her hand around it.

"How the fuck is it so big and still so pink?"

"Uhhh ..."

"How the fuck it so veiny for a white boy?"

"I don't -- I'm sorry ---"

"Don't be fucking sorry," she said. "Ain't you ever had pussy, white boy?"

"Umm, the girls at school aren't so ... Jesus ... hospitable," he said. "They call me a nerd."

"You are a fucking nerd, but you got a big cock." She tugged a little more. He was fully erect --- painfully so, almost pushing ten inches. She looked at his swollen balls, even larger than her husband's nuts.

"I'm going to suck on this, white boy. You need to nut first if you want to last." She wrapped her lips around the tip, giving him a furious handjob, and after a moment she was rewarded with the thickest load of cum she'd ever had. She looked at him for a moment, considering, and then swallowed.

She looked around, then pulled Morty to the bedroom. She wasn't terribly surprised he was hard again by the time they made it to bed. She stripped slowly, exposing her big black tits and ass, shaking it at him. His glasses were fogging up.

"Holy moly," he said. Jada resisted rolling her eyes.

"Once you go black, you ain't going back, Mortimer," she said seriously.

"Umm ... most people call me Morty," he said.

"Of course they do," she grunted, climbing onto him gingerly. She held his big prick skyward, then gently sank down onto it.

"Wait," he said. "Shouldn't I be wearing a condom?"

"You bitch-ass white boy," Jada said. "I ain't taking your cherry with your big ass white prick all wrapped up. Tell me before you cum."

And then she started riding him. He felt good, really good. His age, his hunger, everything was on point, as she bounced up and down his fat prick. He sucked on her titties, and she instructed him -- how best to rub her clit, how to suck titties right, how to fuck her right. They cycled through missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl - she wanted him to carry her, but he was too weak. Finally, he tapped out, and she let him cum on her face, wiping up his seed and swallowing it. She had herself a bull, she knew.