Both men now had their substantial cocks out and were slowly stroking them as they lustfully viewed the lovely slut who was being so lewdly and wonder...ully displayed. Rob now grasped his wifes arms just a little more firmly as he stood behind her. Look straight ahead darling, he whispered. Yvonne, smiling and thinking that this was some further game, let her gaze look dreamily forward. Look at the doorway, her husband was telling her at the very moment that her gaze encountered the two men. Isiah had a hold of my legs behind my knees as he continued to pick up the pace and the length of his strokes. I looked down taking a break from devouring Treva’s pussy to see his Isiah’s large, thick ebony dick really starting to punish me. He stokes were expert and he seemed like he could go all day long with his steady, rhythmic pumping. I quickly went back to munching on Treva’s hot, wet black pussy. I was admiring how hard and swollen her clit got and I started to lick on it. Her cunt lips. It was only after a few minutes of hearing the jeers of the crowd that Claude noticed his fists clenching. He would get this judge with his next poem. And the judge looked at Claude and smiled, like this whole process was some kind of joke, and he hated feeling deflated in front of him, as though this one white man had the power to derail his success. His score averaged a disappointing ‘8,’ the lowest score since his introduction to slam poetry. It took him several years to perfect the craft. She calmed down and began teasing me again for telling her how I got lucky. I told her short details about the incident. We were sitting there, speechless, for sometime, until she held my ear and pulled me by my ear. She lowered her lips towards my ear and said you know? You are a son of a bitch. You are fucking a shaggy old lady and keeping your childhood friend hungry for sex? Who is going to cool me off? I was surprised. I was really a dumbass. Such a hottie was with me all the time, ready.