Chapter 7
It had been a long, exciting day. After leaving Brian and Lolly's, Honey and I had lunch at the Polo Lounge-which was a gas. Everybody seemed to know her and at least a dozen spiffy-looking older dudes hit up on her. She was polite, but it was obvious to me that Honey's tastes ran strictly to young lovers-whether men or women. A few guys gave me "the look," but their sophisticated manners and swanky clothes did nothing for me. Like the old song says, "You can't judge a book by its cover"-and I instinctively sensed that underneath all that Hollywood suave sophistication they had nothing going for them.
After lunch Honey insisted on "treating" me to a number of dynamite little summer outfits we ran across in a number of chic little boutiques we visited. She didn't make any big deal about the presents either. "Shit!" she shrugged, when I protested that she was spending a small fortune on me, "I'm loaded. And I honestly get a lot of enjoyment out of sharing the wealth with the people I love." I remember thinking how much better the world would be if everybody felt the way Honey did about money and life in general.
With the shopping out of the way, Honey suggested that we take in a really hot porno flick that was playing at the Eros Theatre in Hollywood. "Just to get our batteries charged for the party," she chuckled. I grinned and Honey added, half seriously, "You never know about these films. A lot of them are pure shit, but once in a while you run across one that can teach you a few different tricks." I seriously doubted that any porno film could show Honey anything she didn't already know, but I was only too happy to go along with her plan.
When we reached the theatre and parked the car, Honey invited Joseph to join us. He readily accepted and the three of us entered the dark, weird little theatre. On the way in I noticed that the main attraction was a movie called FUCK! SUCK! DUCK!" At least the title's kind of funny, I thought to myself, as we groped in the dark looking for three seats together.
As it turned out the "main attraction" was already on, but it wasn't very hard to figure out the plot. It didn't have one! Well, that's not quite true. The story seemed to be about some dude who thought he was the reincarnation of Tarzan. He lived in this crazy tree house with a monkey-and six or seven foxy-looking tricks.
A couple of the scenes were actually damned horny to watch, particularly one where the dude swung from a vine. With his giant prick sticking out in front of him like a battering ram, he whipped through the air straight towards a chick who stood naked on a platform with her legs spread as wide as possible. He crashed into her and I mean into her! His cock rammed into her gaping, pink-tinged slit and nearly knocked her flat on her ass!
The other scene was the one which really got my juices flowing. The dude was joined by another cat and they took on all seven chicks at the same time-after smearing the girls' cunts with a mixture of peanut butter and honey. The close-ups were so tight that you could see every damned detail as if the cocks, pussies and tongues had been put under a giant magnifying glass. The soundtrack of the film was louder than hell and the sounds of munching, sucking, slurping, groaning, moaning and screaming reverberated throughout the theatre.
I could hear dudes-and chicks-in the audience groaning and breathing hard in response to the wild sexual scenes that flicked across the screen.
At one point Honey, who was sitting between Joseph and me, started doing a little moaning of her own. Then I felt her hand snake inside my jeans, and her fingers lunged into my soaking snatch. A groan from Joseph indicated that Honey's other hand was jerking him off to good effect.
Not wanting Honey to miss out on all the action, I reached my left hand under her dress (she wasn't wearing any panties, as usual) and started finger-fucking her equally aroused hole. By the time a couple of scenes had flashed across the screen the three of us were jerking in our seats and coming like crazy. Joseph's cock exploded with such force that his stream of jism splashed all over the back of the seat in front of him. Luckily the seat was empty! Honey's juices trickled all over my hand and onto her seat. Since my jeans were on all the time my own orgasm merely left a giant stain while some of my love juice trickled down my legs.
Before "SUCK! FUCK! DUCK!" was over we left. The movie had become pretty repetitious and was starting to get boring.
We drove back to Honey's mansion and all took a swim which was both cleansing and refreshing. Then Joseph went in to help the cook with the preparations for the party, while Honey got me settled into my own room. I thanked her for a great day and crashed, figuring that I needed a little nap so that I'd be ready for what I knew was destined to be a night of sexual craziness. The last thing I heard Honey say before I drifted off into a deep sleep was, 'I'll wake you up about eight. Pleasant dreams."
"My dreams have all been more than pleasant since I met you, Honey," I murmured. She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and then slipped out of the room.