Chapter 12
"Well, that's it!" Don said as he arrived home several days later and sprawled dejectedly on the sofa.
"What's it? What're you talking about?" his wife wanted to know.
"The promotion. The goddamned, fucking vice-presidency! It went to some sonofabitch from outside the company."
"No!"
"Old Brower issued an announcement today."
"Why, that prick! He'd led you and Lyle to believe one of you would get it. You were in line."
"We were in line, all right. And promotions have always been made from the ranks before. That's what made us jump to conclusions. Brower never actually told us anything concrete. Lyle feels as bad about this as I do, but neither of us has a legitimate squawk, I suppose."
"What do you mean, you don't? Look what I had to do to try and corner that fucking promotion for you!"
"You didn't have to do anything, sweetness," he said sarcastically. "It was ail your idea. You wanted to. Well, you had your kicks. We all did-especially Brower. Now he has the last laugh, as usual."
Don picked up the martini jug and added, "I'm going to get bombed tonight."
Jennifer sank to the couch. She wanted to curse, but that wouldn't do any good. She took some solace in the fact that Elizabeth must be more miserable than she was, long about now. Liz, after all, had won the big contest to put Lyle first in line, or so they thought.
It was a grim, stupid joke, Jennifer decided. But strangely enough, she didn't have a laugh left in her.
At the Petersons' home, no similar scene was enacted, because Lyle didn't show. Elizabeth had received a phone call from him earlier, conveying the bad news. She didn't know when he'd be home, if ever.
She didn't care.
She'd already called a babysitter and was preparing to go out
Perhaps Lyle had gotten off easily, she decided. He wasn't sales manager material to begin with, and he wouldn't have reflected much credit on the firm as a vice president
She wondered if Don would have gotten the big job if she hadn't screwed up the situation for both of them by marching into Brower's office and making her play for him, on that morning that seemed so long ago. Don had the ability.
She smiled grimly to herself. Jennifer must be pissing her panties!
Well, there was no use crying over what might have been. If she were nothing else, Elizabeth prided herself on being a realist. When she saw what she wanted, she went after it.
The only real problem was that she didn't always see her goal clearly. Could she go on tolerating Lyle, while he spent the rest of his life in a second-rate position without hope of advancement? Did her children and home mean that much to her? Was that what she really wanted?
Or did she want to make a fresh start with somebody else?
It was a weighty question and one that she couldn't settle tonight
All she could do tonight was seek momentary physical compensation for her loss. She assumed that was what Lyle was doing-or else he was just getting drunk.
She'd called June this afternoon and suggested a little party at June's place. The girl was willing, but she'd expressed some reservations when Elizabeth had mentioned a third person she wanted June to invite.
"I can't have him in my apartment house!" June said. "My place is ldy-white."
"So it's time they got integrated. Just think of the fun we can have with that big, black man, baby."
June thought and finally gave in.
Whang McGraw would get his invitation.
The Negro stud with the eight-inch pole had given Elizabeth the greatest fucking of her life-greater, even, than the action she'd gotten from Brower. And a red hot fucking was what she needed tonight! After that, she wanted to kiss and snuggle with June very tenderly, while die black man watched, then she wanted him to fuck her again.
If she were any judge, he could go at least four times.
She wouldn't be greedy-she would divide evenly with June. Two screwings apiece, along with the pleasure they could give each other, should guarantee a happy night for both June and herself.
She finished dressing and took off, as soon as the babysitter arrived.
The gin flowed like water, and all three got bombed. Being drunk didn't seem to affect Whang's virility in the least. If anything, it made him hornier.
He laid Elizabeth and June side by side on the bed. Both were totally nude. He swarmed over them in a similar state, his big, black cock rampant with lust.
Giggling, the girls grabbed at it, fighting with each other for the best hold as he moved from titty to titty, taking long, juicy sucks. Then he pawed at their quivering tits and kissed their mouths.
The spirit of sportsmanship, which Elizabeth had in mind earlier, didn't prevail. There was to be no calm dividing-up of Whang's favors. Each woman was out for all she could get, as quickly as she could get it.
Whang was delighted when they began to fight over him. He let them turn him onto his back in the center of the bed and attack him from both sides. Each tried to mount him as she fought the other woman off. Their tits hung and trembled above his face. He pulled at first one, then another. He managed to jam two nipples-one of Elizabeth's and one of June's-into his wide mouth at the same time, and he sucked them both.
He worked a rigid finger up each woman's slit. Both women had a hand on his cock. That huge pecker swelled harder and higher.
Finally Elizabeth, being the heavier and stronger of the two, succeeded in mounting him, and his hot prick slid up her love chute. She began to fuck him wildly while June clawed at her hair and tried to throw her off the man. He laughed and slapped at her swaying tits. After a time, he helped June throw Elizabeth off, and he took the slim, young blonde onto his prong. He bumped up into her ass as she circled her cunt and moaned ecstatically. Elizabeth cried in frustration.
"I wanta get back on!" she waded. "I want his cock!" "Shut up, " slurred June thickly. "He wants me. Don't you, you horny stud?"
Her golden hair hung down. Her lips were slack and her eyes hot as she gyrated her slick pussy around his upstanding, pulsating rod.
"I want you both!" Whang said, laughing. "Come on, Lizzie, climb onto my face while June gets her fill of my dick."
This was better than nothing, Elizabeth decided, and she straddled his neck. June, sitting straight up on his loins, kept fucking away-thrilling herself with his massive hardness that projected deep into her belly.
Elizabeth pushed her furry box against his face. His thick lips spread the lips of her pussy, and his tongue fluttered up her hot hole. She writhed, her tits bobbing.
June eagerly strove for a climax, reached it, and spasmed wildly around his prick, but that huge shaft didn't spew forth any semen, and it didn't wilt.
"Okay, girls, now change places," he directed, as he lifted Elizabeth's pussy off his face. June was willing; Elizabeth was eager. The latter quickly mounted his hips and took his big, black cock up inside her, while June spread herself on his mouth. Elizabeth screwed madly.
Whang reached past June and squeezed Elizabeth's large tits while June wiggled her tasty twat against his mouth. His tongue slid in and out of it and swabbed her sensitive clit. Elizabeth's hot cunt circled and slid up and down on his pulsating pecker.
Somewhere there were Black men throwing firebombs and sniping at the law because integration wasn't working. But there in June's bedroom it was working fine! Whang had no complaints.
Elizabeth didn't, either, as she fucked herself to a blissful climax on his upthrust cock. He let go while her cunt was grabbing at him, and he flooded her pussy with a fountaining burst of warm, thick cream.
The orgy went on and on. Both women and Whang seemed insatiable. But the time had to come when sheer exhaustion would triumph.
Then what would Elizabeth do? Would she return to her home and family, or would she seek a new life elsewhere?
Was there hope for Lyle and her, now that swapping had turned him into a better lover? Or would today's bitter disappointment worsen their relationship to a point where neither of them could tolerate it?
She was a realist and, as such, she would have to come to grips with those thorny questions.
But, for the moment, it was on with the fuck!
Whang bore into her pussy from behind, while she buried her face in June's juicy cunt. He stroked his hot prick in and out of her slippery, writhing slit and bumped his black belly against her springy white ass, luxuriating ...