Chapter 13
"OH, HAR-RY ... DON'T EVER STOP EATING ME ... HAR-RY, YOU'RE FAN-TAS-TIC ..."
They were in bed, in their home, listening to the sensuous sounds of the Jefferson Airplane on the FM, Grace Slick's slithering tones turning them on, as well as Harry's tongue digging deep into Angela's cunt, licking and sucking and gulping the mixture of perspiration, pussy juice, and Gallo burgundy.
Yes, wine.
Harry had doused her twat with the juice of the grape, to inspire himself into further winebibbing and cunt licking heights, as his tongue struck, prick-like, into her quivering membranes, missing not one square inch of skin
Angela sighed, her clit trembling, her breasts palpitating with lust. It was so nice, now that she wasn't stripping any more, and Harry was working again.
Yes -- working.
Obviously, Angela wasn't, after the Las Vegas episode. They were lucky they weren't sharing neighboring cells in the county jail, but, Big Bill's expensive lawyer -- Big Bill, remorseful, had offered his attorney's services gratis -- had got them off on a nolo contendere (no defense) plea and, mercifully, the judge had OKd it. This provided that they both get the hell out of the sovereign state of Nevada and Angela got the hell out of the nightclub business for good.
To make matters better, the head coach, the chief sportsman in charge of a small private college not far from Los Angeles had spotted Harry that night, doing his thing with such fine and fancy arm and body movements that he had vowed to hire Harry as swimming and surfing instructor, at a five-figure salary. Of course, part of his reasoning had to do with thinking about getting into Angela's pussy through Harry's job. But, Harry, being pretty wise to those ways by this time, had gotten to the guy's wife first. He turned her on to him, and then threatened to make the guy's spouse, that sportsman's legal mate, leeave him if he didn't lay off Angela at once.
Harry was cool, and the ploy worked. So, Harry was still working, and Angela was not. Thus, Harry was really running the show, sexually and otherwise.
He stopped sucking, pulling his tongue loose.
"Your turn, sweetheart," he said, just a hint of command and "do what I say" in his voice. He looked cooly into her cat's-eyes, brown overruling green as chief color of the day (and night).
She reached for the bottle of cold Chablis, and poured a draught over his dick, now nearly erect.
He shuddered slightly, feeling the cool liquid. Then, she got down on hands and knees -- on Harry's orders. He wanted a sign of submission, and she now willingly gave him everything he wanted with no bullshit whatsoever. He felt her tantalyzing tongue slip and slurp over every square inch of his instrument, glans and foreskin, scrotum and pubic hairs, tip and base. He felt those beautiful, electronic thrills pulsing through him like laser beams, his skin burning, his breath building. His prick began to grow, to expand, to fill with sexual intentions as she slowly and carefully licked and sucked it into arousal.
Then, when her duty was done -- at least, outside -- and he said, again almost regally, "Let's get that shower going," he didn't even have to snap his fingers or point the direction, she knew where and how. The shower stall, of course! Harry had fixed it up pretty nicely, with an alternating tank of liquid.
As one Bible passage says, the water was turned into wine. That's what Harry had mounted as an alternate shower supply tank: a vat full of good old California red.
As they entered, he pressed the right button, and they were drenched with the lovely stuff, as if some-body had splashed them from a winery vat.
Harry, feeling the wine splashing over his skin and hers, let her have the first lick -- he was going to change her taste from Chablis to burgundy pretty soon. And then, his tongue licking the cleft between her breasts and continuing on, until it had lapped up layers of wine from her tits and nipples, he felt her body shudder deliciously under his powerful thrusts. He backed her body against the wall, shoving his cock with one swift motion into her cunt. As she felt the full manhood of him inside her, she began to respond accordingly, her back arching, her body vibrating, her pussy palpitating, he said:
"No more taking it off, Angela -- just taking it in, from now on."