Chapter Eight
Baby D shared another lengthy kiss with Megan Parson, his hands caressing her body and she too fondling his prick inside her coverall. They were standing two feet from her front door. He knew he had to break it off, realising that if he didn’t, she was going to want another round of his cock and thus keep him here till late evening or maybe later still, by which time his buddies would probably be ringing his cell phone wanting to know if he was spending the night or what. That wasn’t the plan, at least not for today. They needed to report in at the office about their today’s assignment.
He managed to let go of her lips and pried himself off her arms; Megan gave a mournful gesture at he reached for the door handle.
“I’m sorry, babe, but a man’s got to split.”
“My husband’s going to be so happy when he returns this evening,” she said.
“Yeah, he’s going to be one lucky guy, I’ll bet. You got down my number, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “I’ll call you.”
“Yeah, babe. You do that. Catch you and your pussy later.”
He opened the door and stepped one foot outside it. Megan hid from view; she blew him a kiss and waved goodbye at him. D waved back at her as he closed the door behind him.
He took out his cell phone as he walked away from her front yard and was happy to see he didn’t have any miss called yet from his buddies; good to know that they too were probably getting some as he’d just had. His mind recalled the taste and feel of Megan’s pussy that he’d been fucking for the past hour plus. The bitch was a wild one, he thought to himself, recalling the crazy bouts of sex he’d had with her. A real trooper she’d been, couldn’t stand to get enough. He’d fucked her pussy like he hadn’t fucked any bitch in a while. It’d felt like a marathon the way she kept coming at him for more. She couldn’t take all his cock in her mouth though, but she’d just about sucked the chrome off it. The bitch had swallowed everything he pumped into her mouth. He’d cum in her ass and in her pussy too. Her only compliant being that her man wasn’t around to eat her pussy. They’d exchanged phone numbers; next time she wanted him to drop by when his husband would be around, at least they could set up an appointment elsewhere, far from her neighbour’s eyes.
***
From the Parson’s home to the Shepsi’s down the next street wasn’t that far. At about the time B., was busy strolling towards where he knew his buddies’ truck was parked, he didn’t notice a red Datsun vehicle that pulled out of the driveway of a house two doors down from Megan Parson’s home and drove past him heading towards the next street. The driver behind the wheel was Meredith Eastmond. She was enroute to visit her friend and ardent neighbourhood snooper, Abigail Pottersmith, who’d informed her about the pair of suspicious black men she’d seen stepping into the Shepsis’ home and whom for more than the past hour had remained in her home with their truck parked in front of their home and hadn’t yet taken their leave. Abigail was just as excited with speculation, and Meredith knew it wouldn’t take long before her friend picked up the phone to call the police about what she’d noticed, thus she’d resigned herself to go over to see for herself what was happening. Meredith didn’t take notice of Baby D, whom she drove past without a glance, though it wouldn’t be long before she did.
Meredith saw the pest Hilux truck parked across the street from her friend’s compound right in front of the Shepsi’s home and knew her friend was telling the truth all along. She brought her car to a stop a short distance from her friend’s driveway and even as she stepped out of her vehicle she saw Abigail standing outside her front door urging her to hurry along. Meredith shouldered her handbag - she had given the excuse to her twelve year twins whom she’d been supervising that she was off to get something at the grocery shop - and went to join her friend.
Meredith Eastmond was in her early-forties. She had mouse-coloured hair which had begun to turn grey in some parts. She exercised regularly and prided herself on having a healthy outlook with regards to her vegetarian lifestyle. She and her husband were from the Mid-West and her relocated to this neighbourhood to raise their twin boys and older daughter seven years ago when her husband had received a job promotion. How would she have realised that once her best friend and her begin investigating the four black men who’d arrived at their neighbourhood that afternoon that it was going to lead to a sharp change in her lifestyle, one she’d never thought prepared for ... except in her wildest fantasies.
“They’re still in there, Meredith,” Abigail shut the door and led her friend into her living room, to the window where she’d left her binoculars on the arm of the chair next to it. “It’s too bad there’s no way I can get to find out whatever’s going on in there.”
“Come on, Abby. Couldn’t you just be over-exaggerating things? The name on their truck says they’re some pest-removal fellows.”
Abby shook her head vehemently. “I know Dave Shepsi. He uses the same pest removal fellows as I do, and we’re not due for a clean-up for another month. He wouldn’t have chosen a new outfit without my being aware of it. Oh now, Meredith. There’s something fishy going on in here. Besides, the pest guys have been in there more than an hour already.”
She gave her friend the pair of binoculars. Meredith took off her handbag and dropped it on the nearest couch and trained the binoculars at the house across the street. They resembled a pair of detectives watching out for terrorists. All they needed were two pairs of badges and then they’d be in business, Meredith thought to herself humorously.
Abigail left for the kitchen to make them both a cup of coffee. While Meredith stood there gazing up and down the street, she saw a black man - Baby D - walking from the direction she had driven and watched with keen interest as he stood beside the Hilux truck. Abigail returned with the tea cups and gave one to her friend who directed her attention then at the black man standing across the street resting against the hood of the Hilux truck. He had his phone out and was calling someone; both women seemed to almost hold in their words. He finished making his call and pocketed back his phone and reclined against the truck, looking up and down the street, waiting.
Abigail tapped her friend’s arm minutes later, indicating at the Shepsi’s house. Meredith raised the binoculars to her eyes.
The Shepsi’s front door came open and the three black men in their earlier pest-control coveralls stepped out and walked towards the Hilux. They shook hands with their other buddy, all of them laughing, and jumped into the truck. The two women watched the men start their car and drove off.
“Did you get their license plate?” Abigail inquired.
“I couldn’t make it out from over here.”
“Damn! Oh well, I can think of other means to get the information we need.”
Meredith dropped the binoculars and turned to face her friend with her cup of tea in her hand.
“I hope you’re still not going to call the police? They don’t look like ... bad people.”
“You’d never know in this day and age,” Abigail replied. She finished sipping her tea then went looking into her handbag and unearthed a pack of Menthol. “No, I wasn’t thinking about the cops. I was thinking of going across the street.”
She looked at her older friend as if the woman has lost her mind. “Abby, the hell would you want to go and do such? Isn’t it bad enough that you’re spying on them?”
Abigail lit herself a cigarette before replying: “I’m not going to sound off like I’m spying on them. It’s going to be one neighbourly talk to another; nothing to raise alarms about, hopefully.”
“Still that’s going far. If I didn’t know you well enough, I’d say you’re taking this neighbourhood watch thing a little too much. You need to get yourself a new hobby.”
Meredith came over and borrowed a stick of cigarette from her friend who lit it for her.
“You referring to me having a new husband?”
“No. I said hobby, as in something else worth doing with your time, not the other. Not unless you’ve found someone already.”
They sat down on a long couch. The program on the TV was still on-going though the volume was mute.
“I don’t know if I can withstand having another man in my life,” Abigail mused. “One was good enough for me. Having another feels almost like starting all over again.”
“It’s not about you starting over, Abby. It’s just you not being so preoccupied with ideals that don’t add nothing to you. Really, I think you’ve gotten too cooped up in this house of yours you’re losing touch of what the real world’s about.”
“You saying I’m going insane?”
“No, I didn’t say that. I’m saying that right now I’m about the best friend you’ve got on this neighbourhood, and there’s a lot more out there you can do with yourself than being indoors spying with your binoculars and watching daytime TV. You need some fun in your life; we both do.”
“I’m trying, Meredith. Believe me, I could tell you stuff of what I’ve been into lately, you wouldn’t believe. I’m just finding my way through certain things though.”
“Don’t worry about it, Abby. I know you’re doing well.”
“You too could do with some excitement too. You’re spending so much time with your twin boys, and you’re looking haggard each time I see you.”
“Don’t I know it,” she sighed. “Sometimes it gets hard doing anything new with Paul; he comes home and we barely even spend much time talking anymore. Just when I’ve got something on my mind, it’s morning already and he’s out the door.”
Abigail turned to her friend with concern. “Is it just work?”
“Looks that way to me, I really can’t say.”
Meredith glanced at her watch and got up, saying her kids would be itching for her already. Abigail got up and walked her outside towards her car. They hugged each other before Meredith got into her car and drove off; Abigail waved goodbye to her and stood there for a moment as a cool blowing wind ruffled her skirt and sweater she had on.
A car came down the street and drove into the Shepsi’s compound. She looked up and recognised Dave Shepsi’s Mercedes coming to a stop in front of the garage of his home. Abigail made it towards her front door, making as if she wasn’t looking at her neighbour’s home. She noticed Dave exist his car and approached his front door at about the same time it came open and there stood lovely Amy in a tank top and summer shorts. She too shuttled towards her husband and they wrapped arms around each other. It immediately brought a gnawing recall of nostalgia to Abigail when she recalled years ago of her being married to her deceased husband when she too couldn’t have been any happier to see him return home from wherever he’d been to and run up to him like that. Usually that translated to a good meal and then some hot sex afterwards. Such she thought back was how they’d given birth to their four kids, all now grown up and mature in their own lives in the city or wherever else in the country they are right now.
Abigail stood there watching them. They turned towards her direction, noticed her stare and waved at her, smiling. Abigail waved back. She went into her house and closed the door and rested her back against it. Her thoughts were running; she wondered what Amy’s husband would think about what his wife had been up to while he’d been at work. Speculation abound her mind as she went into the living room and absently picked up the binoculars from where her friend had left it. She trained it at her neighbour’s home across the street. Abigail had the Shepsi’s phone number. It won’t be a hard thing for her to pick up her house phone and give them a call ... or rather, give the husband a call so he knows about the three strange visitors who’d been at his home an hour ago.
The question was: should she?
***
Saul got a call of satisfaction hours later from Dave Shepsi; he was happy with the result, as his wife had testified to him when he returned home and wanted to thank Saul for the set-up. Saul excused himself from the dinner table with Jessie remunerating about the steady progress she’d been having with Ashley when they met for lunch that afternoon and went upstairs to answer the call properly. Dave was practically gushing over the phone and Saul had to lower his voice to calm him down. Dave gave the phone to his wife and she too told him of how wonderful the bout of sex had been for her. Already Saul had gotten the report from the Tongue Patrol office, letting him know that his credit had risen with the company. The more couples he introduced to the program, the chance of him liable to be made chief salesman of the year. That came with a lovely bonus to what his earning would be. Saul couldn’t have been any happier.
The following morning he got a surprise visitor after his wife had left for work. It was Tibbs. Saul opened the front door and was about inquiring whatever the visit was for but Tibbs pushed past him and stepped into his home. Saul quickly shut the door and followed the gruff individual into his living room still dressed in his house robe.
“What exactly can I do for you?”
He took off his glasses and cleaned the lens against the end of his robe. He realised only too late how nervous he was, seeing he had just let in a black man into his home, one whom he ought to be frightened of. Tibbs was like a jungle cat searching for a reason to pounce on anything; Saul could only imagine what he would be like if provoked. And that he was alone with him right now in his house, that made Saul even more nervous.
Tibbs at the moment was sweeping his eyes over his living room as if something in it interested him but couldn’t place his finger on what it was. He was wearing a jacket and shirt with grey jeans, looked less threatening than the last time Saul had met him. Though of that he wasn’t completely sure.
“Nice home you’ve got here, white boi,” Tibbs remarked, turning to face him. He had his arms akimbo. “Was going to pay you a visit yesterday but saw you scuttle off in your ride and knew you’d be out for long.”
Saul didn’t know what to say to this. He couldn’t desist from removing the reverent tone in his voice.
“Would you care for some coffee?”
“I came here for something besides mere coffee, white boi.”
Tibbs approached him with a dark look on his face. Saul felt his legs about to weaken, not knowing what to do. Tibbs stopped two feet from him and took out a crumpled leaflet from his pocket and unfolded it and held it up for Saul to recognise the fine print that was on it.
“You remember this, white boi?” Tibbs glared at him as if he expected Saul to deny what he had in his hand.
Saul recognised it perfectly well as one of the Tongue Patrol leaflets he’d given Miles to read about. Obviously Tibbs wasn’t happy about it.
“That was for Miles,” Saul declared.
Tibbs stabbed his chest an accusing finger.
“Don’t play games with me, white boi. I know whom it was for. But least you forget already, I own that white boi and his slut wife. They’re mine to do with as I please, and anything that comes to them must pass through me, no matter what. So you tell me, white boi, the fuck is this Tongue Patrol bullshit you’re trying to sell to them? You trying to cut me out of the market here? Whatever it’s about, I want to know about it, and I ain’t leaving your pad today until you do.”
Saul took a step back and then another, and would have taken a third had his leg not bumped into a couch. Tibbs’ eyes remained on him like a wild cat about to pounce. Saul felt cornered and was thinking through his mind what next to say when something saved him.
His front doorbell went off.
“I’d better go see who that is,” he said and immediately left the room, hopefully to thank whomever had just rung the bell for saving his life.
He went and pepped through the keyhole, surprised at the person he saw standing there but nonetheless undid the lock and held the door open.
“Hi,” said Roberta, smiling at him. “Good morning.”
“Hi there, Robbie. Nice to see you again. Come in, please.”
She was wearing a summer shirt tied at her waistline and a pair of shorts and tennis shoes; her legs looked so lovely under the gaze of the sun. He let her inside, closed the door and locked it. Together they went in the direction of the living room. Robbie was about saying something and stopped when she discovered they weren’t alone. Tibbs stood there with his arms behind his back still fuming. He heard Roberta’s voice and turned in time to meet her gaze as Saul led her into the living room.
“Hi there,” she waved a nervous hand at Tibbs. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything,” she said to Saul.
“By all means, please,” Tibbs came to her side, took her hand and led her into the room as if it were his house, taking the lead from Saul’s grasp. “You weren’t interrupting anything,” he smiled. “Always lovely meeting a lovely face every now and then.”
Roberta was quickly taken by his charm and she found herself sitting on the long couch beside him. Tibbs introduced himself and asked if she’d care for anything to drink. Roberta said she’d like anything soft. Tibbs looked at Saul who caught the meaning and went in the direction of the kitchen and returned seconds later with two can Cokes, offering the second to Tibbs. Roberta took a sip of hers then took from her pocket the DVD she had borrowed from Saul the previous day.
“I thought I’d come by and return this to you,” she said to him with a blush. “They were most entertaining.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Saul reached for the DVD disc but before he could, Tibbs took it from Roberta’s grasp and looked it over.
“This one of them Tongue Patrol flicks, white boi?”
Saul groaned. He didn’t enjoy being referred to as ‘white boi’, most especially in front of a female neighbour, but Roberta didn’t seem to care. Saul knew Tibbs was exerting his manly authority over him and there was little he could do about it; in a way, he was enjoying it.
“Yes, it is,” said Saul.
Tibbs turned to Roberta. “How come a pretty looking woman like yourself is interested in some thrash movie like this? A fine woman such as yourself ought to know better.”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, blushing. “Saul here told me about them and I got intrigued about them, I guess. Do you know anything about them, Mr. Tibbs?”
“Please, it’s just Tibbs. And no, I know nothing about the characters. Though I’ll bet I’ve got more better stuff than any of them would have. I’m a man’s man, babe, and I ain’t afraid to show it.”
Without even giving any hint, Tibbs took her hand and slapped it down on his crotch. Saul was just as shocked as well as taken by the action, so too did Roberta who muttered a mild cry as her hand connected with something hard and growing under his jeans. Roberta looked as if Tibbs had placed her hand on the skin of a hot kettle and instinctively she was about retrieving her hand back when she felt what it was touching and held herself from it. Her hand remained where it was, rubbing against Tibbs’ hardened erection. Tibbs lounged back in his chair with a gloating smile on his face, looking like someone who’d just accomplished a mighty feat.
“You like what you’re touching, babe?”
Roberta’s voice sounded off a croak - she was lost for words as she sat forward and brought her other hand to feel his cock underneath his jeans as if wanting to prove to herself that she wasn’t actually dreaming. It had been months since last time Roberta felt the power of a hard cock in her hands. Even longer the time since she had one fuck her to submission. Once or twice she’s almost succumbed to the temptation of hiring some stud, anyone whom she could find within a hundred-mile radius to come and fuck her and would even pay him for services rendered. Now as her hand pressed down on this strange black man’s crotch, she seemed happy she hadn’t made such decision.
“It’s got a zipper, you know,” Tibbs brought her out of her reverie. “All you have to do is pull down on it and out it comes.”
Roberta had scepticism written on her face, but her hands had a mind of their own it seemed as it grabbed the top of his jeans and pulled down on his zipper. Saul, not knowing if he should excuse them or continue to remain there, decided to remain. He went and sat at a chair farther from them, not wanting to get in the way of what he hopped was about to happen. Never before had he ever condoned such in his home before, but with the performances he’d vividly seen of Tibbs in action with both of his neighbours’ wives, he was very much inclined to see this one happen. Already he could feel his erection jumping to life inside his pyjama pants.
Tibbs reached into the opened hole of his zipper to help pull out the bulging prick he was packing. It came out in full view and Saul felt his open come unhinged at the sight of it, so too did Roberta. She stared at his cock mesmerized, looking like she’d just about creamed her shorts.
She wowed at the sight of the thickness of his prick; it throbbed and pulsed with her hand wrapped around it. She stroked pre-cum out of its head.
“It’s so beautiful,” she gasped. She shifted in her seat; one of her hand rested between the crotch of her shorts.
“You needn’t stare at it for long, bitch. Put your mouth to the microphone.”
Before Roberta had a chance to perhaps think about backing out of what was about to happen, Tibbs made the choice for her and pressed her head downward on his waistline. Her mouth came open and gave the tip of his dick a kiss. The kiss turned into a smooch, and then her lips parted further and swallowed inches of his prick. Tibbs groaned. Her lips wrapped further downward on his cock as she dug herself into her work. Tibbs undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down his thighs; Roberta came off the couch and kneeled before him.
“Ohh yeah! Suck that black cock.”
Tibbs parted her hair off her face; Saul got further room to watch her mouth sink down on his cockshaft. Tibbs pressed down on her head firmly. Roberta released a mouthful of grunts as she went on taking more of him into her mouth; Tibbs kept talking to her, urging her onward. Saul was feeling comfortable with the way things were on-going, he sat back and whipped his cock out of his pants and began stroking it while he watched. Although a part of him felt ashamed doing such with two strangers in his home, but neither seemed to mind or care.
A while later Roberta stopped and got to her feet. Her breathing sounded ragged as she hurried to be out of her clothes. Tibbs too sat forward and off went first his jacket, then to unbuttoning his shirt. Roberta pushed her shorts down her ankles and kicked them off her tennis-shoed feet. She fell to her knees and helped Tibbs out of his jeans.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked him.
“Bitch, I ain’t no chump,” Tibbs growled at her. “I don’t wear condoms, and I’m a hundred percent clean.”
Roberta shook her head. “I don’t ... I don’t think I can do it without a condom on you.”
She wanted that black cock. Her eyes were still transfixed by it and her hand was now playing with her clit.
Saul jumped to his feet, holding his pyjamas in his hand. “I’ve got a condom!”
Tibbs and Roberta turned towards his direction surprised. Saul didn’t wait for either to say anything. He half ran out of the room, took the back corridor and went up the stairs to the bedroom. He went to his side of the bed and threw open the bottom drawers to where he kept his hidden stash of rubbers. It had been down there almost forever and he’d nearly forgotten about it. He took the pack of Trojans out and ran back down the stairs.
In the living room, Tibbs was kissing Roberta; she was stroking his shaft while they stood naked before each other. Saul approached them and handed the Trojans pack to Tibbs who accepted it without a word and ripped one of it out. Roberta took it from him and down her knees she went, stroking his erect cock inches from her face before wrapping the condom over it. She gave it a last kiss.
“Come here, let’s get a feel of what your pussy is like.”
Tibbs sat back on the couch and Roberta turned with her backside facing him and lowered herself gently down between his open legs. She squirmed as her buttocks connected with his waistline, his cock slipping between her ass crack to get at her wetness. Saul returned to his former chair and observed the animated look on his neighbour’s face as Tibbs’ cock struck home.
Roberta lowered herself completely on him. Tibbs held her back, mounted her legs on top of his. Saul looked to see his cock lost inside her cunt. Roberta gave a lasting sigh that sounded more like a squeal. She ground her bum against him and with her hands balanced on Tibbs’ thigh began raising herself up and down on him. Tibbs lounged back on the chair and he too pushed his thighs up each time to get his cock back inside her. Tibbs’ hands grasped her waistline and like that helped propelled her up and down as gradually her pussy expanded to get used to his girth. Roberta’s gasped went from being heavy to becoming raspy, sounding like a train’s boring whistle. She fingered her pussy as she bounced up and down Tibbs’ thighs. Her head shook side to side, her brow tightened from the ecstasy she was lost in.
“That’s it,” Tibbs muttered. “Keep bouncing like that ... Uhhhggg ... I love the way your pussy’s tight on my dick.”
Roberta’s bouncing was getting aggressive and she too was getting deeper into the enjoyment she was having. Tibbs a moment later pushed her up from him, turned her around and pulled her towards him to sit astride him again, this time facing him. He lowered himself on the couch and Roberta planted her legs beside his thighs like a spider and lowered herself down on him. Saul watched with admiration at her curvaceous butt cheeks as she reached beneath for Tibbs’ condom-wearing black cock and slipped it into her awaiting her awaiting hole.
“AAHHHHHH! ”
Roberta gave a loud exhale as her pussy took his cock halfway. Tibbs held the bottom of her ass cheeks and drove his thighs up and down, pounding her pussy harder with his cock. Roberta’s legs came down on either side of his thighs and she too went on riding him. Tibbs grasped her butt cheeks and wouldn’t stop slapping them. Roberta squealed from the hurt; it made her buck against him harder. She looked down at Tibbs; she lowered her face and kissed him.
Tibbs dug his arm under her legs and lifted her up from the couch. Her legs came around his thighs and her cries went into a frenzy as Tibbs slammed his cock harder and faster into her pussy. When out of breath, he turned around and laid her down on the couch. Her legs dangled over his shoulder while he balanced one foot on the chair and pile-drove his cock all the way down her pussy to his nuts. The position didn’t pay him much, he dug his hands under her ass cheeks and went ahead giving her cunt fucking she deserved. Roberta grabbed at the couch’s fabric above her head while she hollered from the pounding she was getting. When that wasn’t enough, she wrapped her arms around Tibbs’ sweaty shoulders. He pulled her towards himself as she felt like slipping away from him. Tibbs grunted heavily as he slammed his cock into her harder and harder. His eyes loved the sound of her cries; nothing pleased him that seeing and listening to the sound of a white bitch loving his dick the way they ought to, like they couldn’t get enough of it.
Roberta’s shrill cries sounded stuttered with each time Tibbs drove his cock down inside her. She braced herself and held onto him as the inevitable came rushing towards her. As if Tibbs knew, he pulled out of her and knelt between her legs and slipped his tongue in and around her clit. It was like being hit by a giant thunder. Roberta’s body shook and she couldn’t stop her whimpering cries as an orgasm ripped through her with a force she hadn’t experienced in a long while. She grabbed hold of Tibbs’ head and pressed it firmly down on her pussy, not wanting him to stop as she suffered more back-flashes of her climax.
Tibbs withdrew his face when she’d calmed down and removed the condom from his shaft and jerked it forcefully over her face. He looked up, groaned, his bicep muscles stood out as he splashed his semen over Roberta’s features. When he was done, he looked at Saul and grinned like a devil.
“That’s how you handle a white slut, white boi,” he groaned.
Saul stood up and left the room. He went into the spare bathroom/toilet at the end of the corridor, nearly ripped his pyjamas open and reclined himself against the wall as he ejaculated into the toilet bowl.