..Continued from part 3.
“Do you have to look at him so beseechingly?” complained Arthur, feeling more jealous of the look she gave Joey than the fact of the blowjob.
“Well, don’t forget that polyamory means you can love more than one person,” opined Herman sagely as he tugged his surprisingly fat penis. “Of course, she can only love a lump like Joey in a primeval physical way, as opposed to the deeper, cerebral connection that you and she share.”
“Thank you, Herman, that was very eloquent,” said Eleanor, withdrawing Joey’s stump from her mouth.
“Yeah, I’m cool with that too,” grunted Joey with satisfaction. “As long as I get the pussy, I can’t complain. Lay down on your back and spread your legs,” he commanded Eleanor brusquely.
“Yes sir,” she responded with a mock salute. She obediently lay down on the floor and spread her legs invitingly for him. All the men gazed at her charming bush with fascination. Then she reached down and spread her labia for Joey, exposing the pink lining of her vagina.
“Oh jeez,” croaked Lester in consternation as semen started spouting from the tip of his penis onto the living room carpet.
“Ha, ha,” laughed Joey crudely. “Couldn’t hold it any more, huh? You gotta clean that mess up, yourself, bro.” He stood stroking his colossal member as he looked down at Eleanor, graciously offering her snatch to him on the floor.
“Sorry,” apologized Lester with chagrin. “I just never saw a woman do that before. Well, I never actually saw the inside of a vagina before,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Lester, poor dear, I didn’t realize,” said Eleanor sympathetically, fingering her clitoris idly as she waited for Joey to bestow his manhood upon her. “Arthur, we should let Lester fuck me next time.”
“Ok, I mean, whatever you want,” panted Arthur as he stroked himself sweatily.
“Wow, that would be great,” said Lester, looking at Eleanor with gratitude.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me, Joey?” asked Eleanor sweetly, looking up at Joey with a come hither gaze.
“I’m savoring the moment,” said Joey proudly as he gripped his meat in his hands.
“Oh, your thing, it’s turning red,” said Eleanor, growing wetter and wetter in anticipation. “It’s red like a dog’s penis,” she added with a giggle.
“Woof woof,” barked Joey, climbing onto her and pushing his dong inside her tight, waiting snatch.
“Oh god, go slow,” she panted. “You are so big.”
“Ok, baby,” he said as he eased his thick shaft carefully down into her narrow hole. “Wow, you are tight as hell. Tight and hot and wet. Holy fuck.”
“Urgh,” groaned Herman, as he ejaculated onto his own shirt.
“Yeah, that’s dirty,” agreed Lester, watching avidly as Joey fucked Eleanor on the floor. “Fuck her with your dog penis, you brute,” he encouraged.
“Wow, Lester, well said,” laughed Herman, reaching for a napkin to clean himself up.
“Yeah, he is like a rough, filthy beast, fucking my beauty,” mused Arthur as he approached climax himself. He stared with sick fascination as Joey’s muscular ass pistoned up and down as he drove himself insistently into his wife.
“Oh, Joey, slow down, I just, oh no,” cried out Eleanor as she shuddered with a convulsive orgasm. Joey felt her twat tighten around his cock and struggled to hold back.
“Which is hotter?” he asked Arthur suddenly. “Cum inside her or cum on her belly so you can see it?”
“You fucker!” spat Arthur in response, but the rude comment pushed him over the edge as well and he started shooting sperm up into the air as he watched his wife get owned.
“Yeah, a little of each, then,” said Joey and he pumped a few loads of cum inside Eleanor and then pulled out and discharged his remaining jism onto her breasts and her belly. “Yeah, look at that, Arthur. I really used your wife good!” crowed Joey, triumphantly thrusting his arms into the air after soaking Eleanor in semen.
“Now play nice, Joey,” said Eleanor condescendingly as she idly smeared his sticky ejaculate around the areola of her nipples. She was glowing in the aftermath of her climax and she looked quite beautiful laying there.
“Whatever,” said Joey, straddling her agilely and pushing his softening cock rudely into her mouth. “Clean this up for me,” he laughed. Eleanor complied willingly, and Arthur gut wrenched again at the look of pure devotion in her eyes as she looked up at Joey while she sucked his limp dick.
“That’s enough,” said Joey with satiety. “I’m done with you.” He jumped to his feet and stretched his big muscled body. “Wow, that was awesome,” he said flexing his biceps. “Your nerd wife can really put out like a champ,” he told Arthur, mussing his hair playfully.
“Get off me,” squeaked Arthur, slapping Joey’s hands away.
“Get off me,” mocked Joey good naturedly as he pulled his sweatpants back on. “Look I really enjoyed putting on this little show for you dorks, but now I’m going to go get some grub and find some real booze. Smell ya later!” Joey waved broadly and strode casually out of the room.
Only Eleanor waved in reply and she watched him leave with a slight pang of disappointment. She didn’t really want to hang out with Joey but she had hoped he would slap her with his penis a little more before he left. She turned to her husband and his two friends, all sitting with sticky, limp penises protruding from their pants as she lay there naked before them, covered in some jock’s cum. “Well, he was nice,” she offered awkwardly.
“He’s sort of a prick, actually,” said Lester, his penis starting to swell again slightly at the sight of Elanor’s naked body spread out before him.
“Wow, are you getting hard again, Lester?” she asked, looking at his penis with interest. “You just came.”
“Yeah, but you are still naked,” explained Lester as his johnson rose slowly to attention.
“Oh yeah, you are a virgin,” she said thoughtfully. “Here, I will go shower that nasty man’s seed off myself and then you can have a go at me,” she said with a wicked smile. She stood up awkwardly and stretched herself, the three young men admiring her amazing body as she did so. “Do you want to watch again, dear, or would that be too much to handle for one day?” she asked Arthur lightly.
“I guess I will watch again,” said Arthur numbly.
“Fantastic, I will meet you boys in Herman’s bedroom,” she said, clapping her hands together happily and dancing off in a spritely mood.
“Do you have a book on polyamory?” Arthur asked Herman apprehensively. “I’ve got to read up on this stuff.”
“Certainly, my good man. I understand exactly how you feel,” said Herman, patting his comrade on the shoulder as the three friends headed up to the bedroom for further debauchery.