“That must be the same day those damn hairstyles you muthafuckas are sportin’ come back in style.”
They did have some fucked-up haircuts, too. One was wearing a played-out Afro and the other two were wearing conkalines. Those shits haven’t been in style since the early sixties. Afros are coming back, but not the kind Darwin had on his fucking head.
I eyed the vending machines and my mouth started watering. I walked over to them and was disappointed that most of the slots were empty, except for some cheese crackers and one bag of corn chips that looked like it might have been there since the building was first erected.
“Oh, well, beggars can’t be choosers,” I said aloud. I started digging through my purse for change. The damn machine didn’t take dollar bills. How outdated!
Darwin called out to me, “Um, you need some change, Frenchie?”
Einstein said, “If I were you, I wouldn’t give her a thing.”
I swung around and rolled my eyes in his direction. Now he was trying to get smart with me; the tramp. “I guess it’s a good thing for me that you’re not him, then.” I walked over and handed Darwin two ones. I wanted to get a soda, too. At least they had those.
Darwin stood and dug through the pockets of his highwaters until he found enough quarters. “Here you go,” he said, handing them to me.
“Thanks. You’re the nice one.” I snarled at the other two and walked back over to the machines.
After getting my crackers and soda, I was about to head back out the door. I heard them whispering and giggling behind me so I swung around. “What’s so fucking funny?”
Newton eyed me and said, “Frenchie, have you ever been spanked?”
“Spanked? What black child do you know that has never had their ass whooped by their parents? Of course, I’ve been spanked, idiot.”
Einstein stood up and said, “No, not that kind of spanked.”
I started laughing. “Are you nerds referring to some S and M bullshit? I can’t even picture the three of you fucking, much less spanking someone.”
“We don’t mean that kind, either,” Einstein replied and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small clear vial that was full of light green powder. “This is the type of spank we mean.”
“What the hell is that?” I inquired.
They all looked at each other and Darwin said, “Go ahead, Einie, tell her.”
Einstein cleared his throat. “Spank is something we invented. You can snort it or put it in a liquid and drink it.”
I shook my head and stomped my foot. “Are you trying to tell me that you three nerds created your own drug?”
Darwin nodded. “Yes, we did. They don’t call us smart for nothing. Who do you think creates most drugs? Someone stupid?”
I had to give it to him. That made sense. “I’ve never thought of it that way, but I guess a person would have to know something about chemistry to make drugs.”
Newton snorted. The sound made me sick. “A person has to know a lot about chemistry to make drugs.”
I was amazed that I had never heard of the shit before. I wasn’t a serious druggie, but I worked at a damn strip club and most of the other dancers and the clientele were using one thing or another. “Why haven’t I ever heard of it? You sell it?”
They all shook their heads. Darwin said, “No, we don’t sell it. That’s illegal.”
“And making it isn’t illegal?” I asked. “What does it do to a person who takes it?”
They started staring at each other again.
“Are you all going to tell me today or not?”
Newton said, “It’s a sex drug.”
“A sex drug?” I walked back over to them and put my backpack down. “You guys are shittin’ me.”
“No, we’re not,” Einstein said. “We’ve created the ultimate aphrodisiac. If you don’t believe us, put a little in your soda and see what happens.”
“Hell no!” I lashed out at him. “For all I know, you idiots might be trying to kill a sistah or something.”
Einstein laughed and said with disdain, “She’s scared. Figures. The girls that always try to pretend like they’re the shit never are.”
“I ain’t scared of shit!” I told him. “Hand it over.”
He gave me the vial. I opened it and sniffed it. “There’s no odor.”
“Of course not. It is undetectable and we can even get away with taking it on the plane when we go home.”
“You nerds are lucky I’m bored and probably the most curious sistah on the fucking planet.”
Okay, I guess you’re wondering why I didn’t just break camp when the fools started talking about this Spank shit. Like I said, I was bored and curious. I put some in my soda and drank it.
At first, I didn’t feel a damn thing. Then, about ten minutes later, my pussy started throbbing like it had its own heartbeat.
Normally, I would never, ever have sexual relations with men that looked and acted like Newton, Darwin, and Einstein, but Spank made them all suddenly seem like assorted lollipops that I was just dying to lick.
I started with Darwin, since he had been the nicest to me from the beginning. Before I knew it, I had him naked, sitting on a chair, and I was dipping my tongue in and out the slit of his dick like I was on a treasure hunt. His dick was good, too. Better than any dick I had ever remembered sucking, and I’ve sucked many a dick in my day.
Newton got on the floor behind me, lifted up the back of my skirt, pulled down my winter tights and panties, and started eating out my ass. Freak! I must admit it was good, too.
I caught a rhythm on Darwin’s dick and started rotating my wrist on the bottom part while I waxed the head. “Um, you like that, baby?” I asked, looking up into his eyes, which I could barely see behind his bifocals.
“Yes, I like it. I bet you like it too, don’t you?” he replied.
I didn’t respond, just kept right on sucking.
Newton wasn’t fucking around and started ripping at my tights until he had them in shreds all over my legs. He stuck a finger in my ass and explored it. I was so excited that I came about the same time Darwin exploded within my cheeks.
Newton pulled me up off the floor and spread me on the table stating, “It’s my turn.”
He didn’t waste any time sticking his dick inside me and he hit it so hard that the insides of my thighs were trembling. I couldn’t believe a nerd was fucking me so royally. I commented, “Damn, I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover.”
He was so deep in me that I could feel his ball sack slapping up against my ass and the table was squeaking and sliding across the floor inch by inch.
Einstein was obviously sick of being the observer so next thing I knew, he was pressing his dick up against my mouth so I could do his ass. I grabbed onto his dick with one hand and started milking it for what it was worth.
Newton lifted my sweater and yanked my bra straps down so he could free my tits. Before he could get one in his mouth, Darwin beat him to the punch. “Let me lick on something,” he said, and started in on my right tata.
So there I was, on a Saturday afternoon, in the middle of a flood, in the staff lounge that I never knew existed, having a foursome with the three biggest nerds on campus instead of studying. I guess my major really should have been fucking with a minor in dick-sucking.
I had never had three men work me over at the same time before and damn, it was good. It was all good!
That Spank was something, because I sucked all three of their dicks that day and they all tasted like candy. I let all three of them fuck my pussy and they all seemed like they were hung like mules. I even did something that day that I swore I would never do: I let Newton have some of this ass. Now that is worth telling about.
By the time it got down to the anal activity, the sun had gone down and the cows and pigs were still falling out the sky. There were clothes (both my fly-ass ones and their nerdy-ass ones) strewn all over the lounge, along with books, and it smelled like straight-up
fucking up in that joint.
Ironically, like most sistahs, I always assumed that taking it up the ass would hurt like all hell. Either the Spank helped buffer that shit or Newton was a muthafuckin’ expert. When he asked me if he could have it, I took Einstein’s dick out of my mouth just long enough to say, “Go for it.”
He licked his index finger, toyed with my ass with it, and then placed the head of his dick on my asshole. I must admit that I flinched a little at first but once he stuck the head in, I was craving the rest of it. He took his time and worked up a good pace, going in and out of my ass while I continued to suck Einie’s dick. Yes, I was yelling out his nickname before it was all said and done.
We fucked until the wee hours of Sunday morning and it was, and still remains, the most incredible sexual experience of my entire life. All three of them walked me back to my dorm and my nose was so wide open from the “fuckathon” that I actually kissed all three of them in front of the building. I didn’t even give a damn who might have seen us—even though the coast appeared to be clear.
I saw them in passing after that but we never fucked again. I was tempted to ask one of them for some Spank but figured it was safer to leave that shit alone. I might have ended up fucking the entire football team, or worse, the entire debate team full of nerds.
I’m still doing the damn thing at the club, making a grip of money. I have started fucking around with the clientele more often. In many ways, that night with Darwin, Einstein, and Newton gave me a newfound sexual freedom. I guess that’s why people should never say, “Not me!”
About the Contributors
Robert Scott Adams was born in Rochester, New York. He graduated from Morehouse College in 1975. He is an established poet, jazz critic, and fiction writer. He is currently finishing a novel, The Further Adventures of Carlotta and Miguel, which features more erotic escapades from this dynamic duo.
Ife Ayodele resides in Centreville, MD.
Shonell Bacon is the coauthor of LuvAlwayz: The Opposite Sex & Relationships and Draw Me with Your Love. She is cofounder and chief editor of the AA literary e-zine, The Nubian Chronicles. Currently, she is wrapping up a dual masters degree in creative writing and English at McNeese State University in Lake Charles, Louisiana, where she also teaches English Composition and literature courses. She can be reached at
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Geneva Barnes lives a relatively “nondescriptive” life in Brooklyn, New York. She thanks her very special friend for his encouragement, patience, and love, without which she never would’ve pursued writing. She dedicates her submission to this anthology to him.
blk_man4u resides in Jacksonville, TN.
Deep Bronze, a native of suburban Chicago, has been writing since the age of thirteen. She has won numerous awards and recognitions as a writer of short stories, poetry, and essays. She has worked as a stringer for newspapers in suburban Chicago and San Diego. She has traveled to Ghana and South Africa and looks forward to more international travel. She earned a Bachelor of Arts in speech from Chicago State University and is preparing for graduate work at DePaul University. The thirtysomething mother of two lives in suburban Chicago with her family.
London Brown has been writing literary and erotic fiction for more than a decade. She has completed her first work of full-length fiction and is working on her second. She resides in South Carolina with her husband and two children.
James E. Cherry resides in Jackson, TN.
Victor DeVanardo is a poet, essayist, book reviewer, novelist, playwright Vampyre, and screenwriter who lives in St. Louis, MO.
Bootney Farnsworth resides in Detroit, MI.
Reginald Harris resides in Baltimore, MD.
Ms. B. Haven resides in Brooklyn, NY.
Eileen M. Johnson resides in Louisiana. She enjoys writing in her spare time and is currently at work on her first novel. She is also a contributor to the popular anthology Blackgentlemen.com.
Private Joy, aka Rosalyn D, is a very single graduate student working on a doctorate in psychology. She writes poetry, short stories, and erotic fiction in the few hours she has all to herself. Email any comments to
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Marilyn Lee enjoys writing erotic romance or romantica and has developed ardent readers for her Bloodlust erotic vampire romance series. She also writes erotic romances featuring full-figured heroines and has written a number of other multicultural romances. She loves to hear from readers who can email her at
[email protected] or visit her website at http://members.aol.com/Mlee2057/MLee.htm.
Jonathan Luckett is the author of the novels, Jasminium and Feeding Frenzy. A native of Brooklyn, New York, he now makes his home in Washington, D.C., where he is at work on his next book. His work can be found at www.jonathanluckett.com.
V. Anthony Rivers is the author of Daughter by Spirit and Everybody Got Issues. He is also a contributor to the anthology Sister-girls.com. He resides in Van Nuys, California, and is currently working on his third novel.
Robert Edison Sandiford is the author of Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall: Stories (Empyreal Press/The Independent Press), and two comic collections of erotica, Attractive Forces and Stray Moonbeams (NBM Publishing).
Fredric Sellers writes under several pen names, depending on the type of writing he’s doing. He was born in Akron, Ohio, in 1945 during a time when things were hard. Sellers began writing in grade school, but when he started high school, writing took a backseat when he found out what girls were all about. After high school, he served in the Marine Corps. He attended Kent State University where he studied fine arts. He later served in the U.S. Army as an officer. When his tour was over, he decided to leave the military and became employed by General Tire as an Industrial Photographer. After retirement, Sellers decided to pursue writing again. He has written many short stories, and is currently working on two novels under another name.
Sha’ron currently resides in New York pursuing her masters degree. In her spare time she continues to write poems and short stories.
Sio is originally from Liberia, West Africa. He is a professional currently working in nonprofit management in Washington, D.C. He is married with two children.
Jai Thomas is a thirty-four-year-old female residing in Oakland, California. She has been writing for the past five years and is currently working on her first novel.
reese williams is a writer currently living in Philadelphia, PA. She can be reached at
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