Chapter Nine

Meredith Eastmond was driving along the street heading back to her home as she’d gone off to drop her twins at their school when her eyes happened to sight the black man in the jacket and jeans leaving one of her neighbour’s home with a white woman standing alongside him. Meredith had to admit she wasn’t like her friend Abigail who seemed to imagine conspiracy taking place in nearly every home besides hers. The sight of seeing interracial couples together always seemed to buoy her spirit. There was some mystique about it that she couldn’t explain and yet won’t stop envisioning it.

She focused on her driving and went along on her way.

At about the same time Tibbs and Roberta was leaving Saul’s pad, the same time Meredith Eastmond was driving past Saul’s neighbour’s home and entering her street, her best friend, Abigail, was on a self-proclaimed mission to finding out whatever she needed to know regarding the three black men she’d seen stepping out of the Shepsi’s residence yesterday. She knew in a way she was stepping out of bounds, whatever it was had nothing to do with her poking her nose into other people’s affairs, expect her curiously simply wouldn’t die down. It wasn’t just the sight of recalling the three black men, but also the way Amy Shepsi had embraced her husband when he’d retuned from work last evening. It had kept her awake half of the night. There was something funny about that picture, Abigail saw it her duty to get to the bottom of things. She had thought of how to approach the matter: pay her neighbour across the street a visit and present her with what she’d seen and squeal a confession out of her ... if actually anything had really happened. As far as the world knows, it was a three-man crew from a pest control outfit, and Amy Shepsi was bound to curse her out of her home for even insinuating anything.

Still, Abigail was determined to know.

Dave Shepsi had long driving off - Abby had watched him drive off before she wrapped her scarf around her neckline and went to open her door. She ran through her mind the questions she wanted to ask and how she was going to throw them at Amy as she crossed the street and stepped into her neighbour’s compound. At that moment the Shepsi’s front door opened and out stepped Amy about to head off somewhere. She stopped as she saw her older neighbour approach her and smiled.

“Hiya, Ms. Pottersmith,” said Amy. “Being a while since we saw you around.”

“Indeed it has been,” replied Abby, fighting to remain calm. “Pardon my coming to you like this, Amy, but there’s something I’d like to ... something I’d want to discuss with you about.”

“Really? About what?”

“About those three men I saw leaving your home yesterday.”

The words fell straight-forward from Abigail’s mouth before she could even check to make sure she’d arranged it as she wanted. A strange look came upon her neighbour’s face and for a moment she realised she’d over-stepped her boundaries and would have retracted her words if she could. She kicked herself almost immediately, cursed herself for never taking her friend’s advice and letting things be.

“You saw ...”

Amy couldn’t complete the words; Abigail helped her by nodding.

“Yes, I saw them leave your home. That was before your husband returned.”

The strange look on Amy’s face remained there for some seconds before returning her features to a placid tone. Amy unlocked her front door for her friend to enter.

“I’ve got an hour before my hair appointment. Perhaps you’d better come inside so we can talk.”

It was Abby’s turn to look indecisive. Yes, she had planned the confrontation bit. But whatever was to come out of it she hadn’t expected this. Surely Amy wasn’t going to harm her with what she’d opened to her about.

Amy closed the door behind her and led her to the right into their living room. Both women sat across from each other. Abigail appeared fretful, not knowing what crime she’d unwittingly committed by her words.

“You’re good at keeping secrets, Ms. Pottersmith. Can I entrust you with one?”

Abigail could do nothing except say yes to her question. Inwardly she braced herself for whatever she was about to hear.

The discussion lasted half an hour. It would have gone on longer except Amy needed to keep her hair appointment. Abigail had so much questions to ask. She said goodbye to her neighbour with the promise to check in on her later and strolled back across the street to her home looking like one having a somnambulist episode. She crossed the street rather fast, her feet moved with stiff opposition. She entered her house and closed the door and turned the lock. She went upstairs to her spacious bedroom which she once shared with her late husband, rummaged through her desk drawer and unearthed a pink flexible dildo. She returned downstairs to the living room and with the remote in hand, switched on the TV set. Her favourite programs won’t be on for another couple of hours but she didn’t mind. She flicked through to that of a music channel and left it there and hiked up the volume somewhat. Dropping the remote beside her, she lay back on the couch with her skirt high up to expose her purple underwear. Her hand dove inside and she sighed as she got a sense of her wet mature pussy. A shiver ran through her body as she slipped a finger into her cunt, something she hadn’t done in a naughty long while. She pushed her panties to the side and inserted the curved head of her dildo into her wet gash. Abigail lounged her head backwards, shut her eyes and muttered a curling moan as the dildo unleashed moments of hidden pleasure inside her. Her other hand rubbed at her clit while she thrust her dildo this way and that into her pussy. Her body throbbed with raunchy lust and awakening excitement as she recalled all what Amy Shepsi had told her about the sex she’d had with the three black men who’d visited her home yesterday.

Abigail nibbled on one finger, her breathing turned susurrus-like as she recalled the description of the gangbang sex Amy narrated to her: how the men oiled her body up ... fucked her out by her backyard patio ... taken her upstairs and fucked her like a slut ... fucked her ass and pussy ... creampied her cunt ...

Abigail was barely aware of when she cried out as she’d stuck the remainder of the dildo all the way inside her, thus bringing her to sudden climax that nearly made her fall from the couch. She remained where she was with one of her legs nearly touching the floor. She was panting and her breathing nearly covered by the loudness of the TV volume. Feeling recovered, she sat up and reduced the volume and ran her fingers through her hair, feeling sweat pop all over her brow.

She stood up from the couch and pushed her dress back down her legs. She needed to get herself together. Such a reaction had never come onto her before. How is it all these years that’s passed she’d suddenly stumble upon something that’s got her nerves shooting with excitement? All the time Amy had described what the black men had done to her, Abigail had conceited with jealousy that such was what she wished to be done to her. Times she had thought of it: of have wild, crazy sex. The sort of sex that would get her late husband rolling in his grave if ever he heard it ... had he being alive she reckoned such thoughts never would float in her head. But he’s dead and gone and she was alive, living in this house of hers, no kids to take care of, wasting away for when she too would join him in the ground. She wasn’t looking forward to that any time soon; might as well do something crazy before that day comes along.

Abigail went with her dildo upstairs to her room. She washed it clean then returned it into the closet. She washed her face and combed her hair then picked up her handbag; she was going to stop at the bank to get some money first before she went in search of the man whom Amy had told her was responsible for setting up the men who’d ravished her.

Saul Mellors.

***

Saul was on the phone discussing with another neighbour of his, Bruno Mickens, about having the Tongue Patrol into his home. Miles had passed along the feedback to Bruno had too had called Saul to find out if whether or not it was for real or bullshit.

“No bullshit, Bruno,” he spoke into his phone as he walked back and forth of his living room, squeezing a pen in his hand, feeling like the salesman he was born to be. “This is all legit, I’m telling you. These boys can give your wife and that hot daughter of yours whatever sexual fantasy or satisfaction you can think of. Just give it a try, I’m telling you, Karen and Olivia aren’t ever going to think bad about it.”

As it so happened, Bruno’s twenty-two year old daughter was engaged and soon to be married. Bruno and his wife had been thinking about the perfect gift to send her off. Bruno’s wife, Karen, had of course done a number on Bruno before. Saul had heard something about it but didn’t quite believe it, not until a couple of months back, during one Saturday afternoon barbeque at his home, he and Miles had gotten round to talking about them and Miles had made it known to him. That during their honeymoon, Bruno had enticed his young bride to sleep with a young Latino who worked in the hotel they had lodged at in Vegas. He Bruno had watched, and since then had searched for any opportunity he could find to get his wife made another man’s slut, even for an hour or two. Nothing would make a crowning achievement than him procuring some black men to do a number on his wife and daughter. Saul sensed it as they spoke on the phone and urged Bruno to sign a Tongue Patrol agreement form like other couples whom he’d sweet-talked already had done.

“Alright, Saul. You’ve got me sold,” said Bruno. “How soon do I get to see you about it?”

Saul held his breath and pumped his fist into the air. He spent the next minute arranging schedule for when he would drop by Bruno’s home to meet with him and present him with the contractual form. They said goodbye and then hung up. Saul adjusted his glasses on his nose, smiling to himself. Never would he had thought he’d become so good at this sort of job. He wondered how his other sales rep colleagues were doing with their own bid. Maybe one or two of them were striking gold in their own areas. Only one uncovered lapse remained: how was he ever going to break this type of job to Jessie for her to understand.

He returned to his library and began typing a memo to send to the office regarding the next couple whom he’d snagged. The company would verify the memo as well as the contractual forms assigned and would then dispatch whomever was needed to get the job done. Saul had only once bumped into one of the Tongue Patrol guys, a black man with corn-rowed hair named Calvin. He seemed like a cool fellow; he’d joked about Saul’s suit before hurrying along to whatever white couple’s home he was needed. The boys did as well fuck single women, though majority of their clients tended to be married ones. Had Saul even imagined there’d be couples out there wanting this years back, he’d have thought the world had gone insane. And yet he’d been living in the same neighbourhood, next door to upstanding neighbours who secretly indulged in such and he’d never known.

He finished typing his memo then sat back and clicked on the SEND button. His thoughts went to Roberta. He wondered what she and Tibbs would be up to right now. Probably fucking her again, he thought. How he wished that it had been him fucking her instead of Tibbs. She looked so hot in those shorts she had on.

His doorbell sounded off. Saul sighed to himself as he pushed back his chair and got up. So much excitement for one day, and it wasn’t noon yet.

He went and opened the door. He recognised the older woman who stood there in front of his doorway, although at that moment he couldn’t recall her name. The woman struck her hand at him, smiling.

“Hi, Mr. Mellors,” they shook hands. “From the look on your face, you probably don’t remember me anymore. I’m Abigail Pottersmith. I live on Cherryview Lane, behind you.”

Then it came to him - Abigail. Abigail Pottersmith. Yes, he did recognise her. Although it’s been a while since last time they stopped to talk. Jessie didn’t like her that much; said she was a neighbourhood snooper with little else to do but poke her nose into other people’s business. Looks like now her nose was set on his.

“I’m sorry to be dropping by your home rather impromptu, Mr. Mellors, but there was something I’d rather like to talk with you about. In private, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“As long as it’s got nothing to do with me being in trouble-”

Abigail laughed shyly. “No, I doubt that.”

Saul invited her into his home. They went into the living room and it was then he forgot he’d left some salacious Tongue patrol material on the centre table. Abigail sat down and reached for one of the leaflets that were there; Saul stood aside from her, not knowing what to say. She flipped through the leaflets, crossed one leg over the other and smiled at him.

“Quite some interesting piece of literature you have here, Mr., Mellors. Very interesting.”

“Yes, they quite are.” He sat down on the centre table. He was rather uncomfortable about what she wanted to see him about. “Mrs., Pottersmith-”

“Please, call me Abby.”

“Very well then, Abby. What exactly is it you came all the way to see me about?”

Abigail, still holding the Tongue Patrol leaflets in her hand handed them back to him. “I’ve been hearing a little bit of rumour about you, Mr. Mellors. About your line of work, I mean. I’m not here to make you desist from what you do. Matter of fact, I’m wondering if there’s any chance you can help introduce me to them.”

Saul took the leaflets from her and looked at them. He felt a little embarrassed. “You ... you’d like to know about what I’m involved in?”

“Oh no, not really. I do have an idea of what you’re involved in. What I’d like to know is how I too can be included in it.” She winked at him. “Whatever the cost, I’m willing to pay for it.”

That seemed to ease Saul’s mind. “Well now, I’ll have to get you a contract agreement form to fill. How soon would you like for yours to happen, Abby?”

“Would tomorrow be too early?” she asked.

***

Megan Parson drove into the city that afternoon from her place of work. She had received a call and the voice at the other end of the line had told her to write down an address which he’d called out to her and told her to be there during her noon break and not be late. Her heart skipping beats, her womb pulsing, Megan picked up her purse and fled from her office before the clock even struck noon.

She drove into Gaylore Avenue and stopped at the house that bore the number as that which she had written down. She parked her car by the curb and approached the front door and knocked. The door came open and Baby D stood there looking masculine in a pair of jeans and nothing else. Megan’s features broke into a smile and she hugged him as he led her into the house. She nearly wouldn’t stop kissing him.

“I’m so glad you called,” she murmured.

“You’re going to be my white bitch,” he undid the buttons of her jacket. “When I call, I want you to come.”

“Anything for you, darling,” she said as she slipped her arms out of her jacket and struggled to open her blouse for him. “Anything for you.”

D led her past a corridor where there were other several bedroom doors; he took her into one of them and made her sit on the bed facing him. Megan undid his belt buckle and pulled down the zipper of his pants. There was an apparent bulge in his briefs. She licked her lips as she pulled down his jeans and briefs and his thick erection unfurled out and hit the underside of her chin. She encircled her tongue around its bulbous head and proceeded to sucking him. D grabbed the back of head and thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Megan choked on his black meat, her hands held on to his waistline. Her mouth hung open and she grunted each time his cock touched the back of her throat and came out again. D left her head and undid the remaining buttons of her blouse to caress her ample tits inside her half-cup bra. He pulled her pendulum pair of tits out and fingered her nipples, making her moan. Megan’s mouth went on lubricating his shaft, rolling her tongue over his cock’s head while she stroked his cock. D held his shaft in his hands and balanced on leg on the bed and indicated for her to suck on his balls. Megan swallowed and rolled his testicles in her mouth and further ran her tongue along his ass crack. D was loving it and had to push her backward, least she made him cum early.

D pulled her up from the bed roughly and turned her around to rest on it, not bothering to take her clothes off. He raised her skirt up her butt and pushed her panties aside and with one stroke rammed the head of his cock into her. Megan grabbed hold on the bed sheets, her features squeezed in hurting pain as she felt the bull’s cock pierce her cunt like a thick pole. D pumped into her slowly, getting his cock further lubricated with her flowing juice. Her pussy felt tight, but less than a minute his cock was slipping in and out of her cunt with ease. He grabbed the top of her skirt and began pounding her hard. Megan groaned and her body grumbled from the pleasure and thrust of pain racking her body. Her tits hung down from her blouse, slapping each other as her body shook from the impact of D’s cock slamming into her. D slowed down his pace, pulling in and out of her slow and easy, leaning forward to fondle her tits with his hands. She turned her face to the side and kissed him. He straightened up and resumed fucking her hard. Megan cried loudly from the thrill. D grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head backwards while his other hand slapped her ass cheeks.

There came a light knock on the door and then it came open. Both D and Megan turned to see whom the intruder was.

It was a black man wearing khaki shorts and a vest with corn-rowed hair leading a blonde woman into the room. The woman wore blue jeans and nothing on top except her bra; they were both laughing over something. They both stopped when they saw D and Megan in the room; D slowed his pace somewhat, but his cock went on drilling Megan from behind.

“Yo, yo, what up, D!” the corn-rowed black man who introduced himself as Calvin hollered out to his friend.

He came forward and shook hands with D, pulling his blonde date along whom he introduced as Stacy. Stacy said hi to Megan who replied back; Megan hadn’t met her before but noticed a rock on her married finger.

“Where did you find her?” D spoke to his friend.

Calvin grinned. “You mean Stacy here? Her old man’s out of town and she called saying she needed a brother to cool down her fire. She’s one horny bitch I can tell you. I see you’re busy with yours too.”

Both men shrieked wild laughter.

Stacy was already on her knees unzipping Calvin’s shorts and pulling his cock out of its hiding place and wrapping his cock with her mouth. Calvin stroked her hair while she bobbed against him; his shorts fell down to his ankles.

Megan went on moaning from the onslaught of her bull’s cock fucking her pussy from behind. D pulled out of her suddenly and Megan took the opportunity to fall forward on her face. D turned her over and buried his lips on her cunt. Megan caressed his head, she opened her legs wide enough for him. She turned her head and saw the blonde woman, Stacy, still on her knees sucking on Calvin’s long shlong; she undid her bra from behind and it fell from her chest. Calvin picked her up from her feet and helped her out of her jeans; she didn’t have any underwear on. He lifted her up into the air. She crossed her legs behind his waistline, holding on to him tight while his hand directed his cock into her awaiting pussy. Stacy balanced on top of his cock and was riding him on the air, bucking her hips harder against his while her arms wrapped tight around his neck and shoulder. Calvin’s hands squeezed her butt cheeks as his thighs pumped his cock higher and higher into her. Their lips clashed. Stacy moaned and bucked frantically against him. She screamed into his ear for him to give her all his cock.

Megan got jolted back to her own reality when D leaned over her. He slipped two fingers into her cunt and fingered her with such fury she couldn’t stop screaming from the roar of climax that swept upon her. Her pussy squirted copious cum on his hand. He retrieved his fingers and gave her some of her cum to lick clean. This time he pulled her skirt from her legs along with her panties and drove his cock into her. She was back to panting once again. Her legs came up high, but D brought them down and instead slipped his hands underneath her butt cheeks and dug himself further on top of her. Megan slapped her head side to side on the bed as she inhaled D’s breath. Her voice couldn’t stop crying from the thrust his rod was giving to her.

Calvin lowered Stacy to her feet and she sat on the bed and pulled his cock towards her mouth. She cleaned her juice from his rod, after which he made her turn around to face Megan while he came up on the bed and lowered himself behind her.

Megan had never had anything close to a lesbian tryst. As Stacy lowered her face towards hers, their lips met in a kiss, stifling both women’s moaning frenzy, she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Stacy raised her face and shared a kiss with D too, as Calvin loomed over her, his thick cock riding in and out of her pussy. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her face upward. Both women’s cries merged as one. Their men fucked them almost in tandem.

They made a switch later: D lay on the bed while Stacy rode his prick while Calvin positioned Megan on arms and knees before Stacy’s back. He was slamming into her while she licked her tongue on D’s balls. Sometimes D grasped Stacy’s ass and held her up for Megan to suck on his cock before bringing her down to continue riding him. Calvin slapped her buttocks till it turned red. He licked a finger and inserted it into her anus; this made Megan howl louder. She begged him to stop but Calvin went deaf to her cries. He was now fucking her cunt at the same time finger-fucking her anus, and he loved the sound of her screaming from it. Within seconds her pussy began to spasm and Megan hollered out that she was about to cum. Calvin dipped another inch of his finger into her anus and roughly kept on pounding her with every muscle of strength he had.

AWWHHHH ... AAAHHHHH ... OH-MY-GOD, I’M CUMMINGGG!

“Yeah, cum for me, bitch! Cum for daddy!”

Calvin held her upright, his thighs pressed against hers as he drove his shaft all the way deep inside her. Megan reached backwards and grasped his arm as she moaned a high shriek. Calvin gave her three brief but hard thrusts before letting her slip from him. Calvin came to the bed and lay beside her. Megan let him caress her tits while she remained lying on her backside fighting to get her breathing back; her pussy recoiled from her touch like it was on fire.

Stacy went on riding and bouncing her buttocks hard on D’s prick. He held her down on him and nearly wouldn’t stop thrusting his cock harder into her cunt. He came with her off the bed, firing rapid thrusts into her then laid her on her backside and kept on pounding her. He was like an animal that wouldn’t quit; her tits bounced and rolled on her chest. Gobs of sweat rained down from his neck and chest and splattered on her torso. Megan rolled over and suck on her tits. Stacy gave a roar of pleasure as her climax washed over her. D pulled out at just the right moment and stood over both women and pumped his cock and spurted his thick cum on their faces.

“You bitches better start cleaning!”

He fell from the bed and lay on his back beside Stacy. She and Megan took turns licking off every trace of semen that splattered on each person’s face. When they were done, they shifted into each other’s locked their lips in a passionate kiss.

***

It was sometime past noon. Roberta’s eyes came awake. She raised her head from where it lay and knew two things almost immediately: she wasn’t in her bedroom and also she was with someone too. Tibbs. She had fallen asleep with snuggled against his chest. They were both naked; one on her legs lay across him. She removed her leg carefully from his, not wanting to awake him. She turned over on her back and sat up on the other side of the bed. This wasn’t her bedroom. This was Tibbs’ bedroom in his apartment. The memory of how she’d come to be here came to her.

She had been at her place of work when she’d gotten a phone call from Tibbs. He had an early lunch and thought better to share it with her. The memory of their last escapade hadn’t gone from her mind. She had left her health clinic office an hour early. She drove to where Tibbs was waiting for her at a restaurant. They had a good meal and then Tibbs had brought her down here and like what he’d done to her at her apartment the previous day, he once again lived up to his name and tore through her pussy like it was something he owned. Roberta had heard herself begging him for his cock, for her to suck it and for him to fuck her pussy with it. She’d seemed detached while it happened, unable to believe she could want another man’s cock the way she’d wantonly spoken to him.

Roberta rose from the bed and stretched her arms. She felt so worn out, there were hicky bites on her tits and her body was sticky with sweat and cum. She came around to the end of the bed; her clothes and Tibbs’ littered the floor. She picked them up and arranged Tibbs’ on a chair and laid hers on top of his. No way was she going back to work looking like this. She needed a bath.

It was the sound of the water shower that woke Tibbs from his slumber. He sat up blinking his eyes and turned in the direction of where the bathroom door was. He stood up from the bed and went to investigate.

The shower stall was closed; he could make out Roberta washing herself inside. He approached the glass stall and opened it. Roberta was instantly startled but smiled when she saw it was him. She made room for Tibbs and they showered and washed each other, sharing as much kisses as they could.

“I thought you were still asleep,” she said.

“Was. I’m awake now.”

Roberta had her hand on his cock which was now erect.

“Looks like somebody’s been awake too.”

She went down to suck his cock. Tibbs turned off the shower and pushed open the stall’s door to get more room. She licked her tongue down the underside of his cock and cupped his balls with her mouth and pulled at them.

Tibbs wanted more. He stepped out of the shower stall, bringing her along. Roberta grabbed hold of the sink; Tibbs carried one of her and held it up while the head of his cock rubbed against her entrance. She reached down for it and tucked it into her hole. Lightning surged through her as he drove his cock all the way into her pussy’s concave. Standing nearly sideways, her one hand grasped the sink while she held Tibbs’ shoulder. Each stroke produced a lengthy series of moan from her.

“You’re going to be my bitch from now on,” he told her.

“Ohhh, yes! I’m going to be your sexy bitch!”

Tibbs took control of her body from that moment on. Roberta couldn’t have been any happier.