When I returned to my room, I was extremely horny. I stripped and lay on my bed. My fingers reached between my legs and I played with my pussy. I fing...r-fucked my hungry pussy feverishly until my whole body erupted in a shattering orgasm. Although, I tried not to think about Fred while fingering my wet pussy; the image of his gigantic dick kept coming into my imagination again and again.I had a mind blowing orgasm that night.That moment, I didn't know that it would change my life forever.Next. He had striking blue eyes, etc., the whole package...girls went crazy for him, and I saw him score a bunch just in the first few weeks of living together.So like I said he was a good guy at first, but things started changing fast. It started changing with small things...Jon would just be rude at times, hardly grunt when I said hi and stuff like that, if he was busy, which was fine, but then also he would mess up the bathroom when taking a shower and not clean up for example. Or generally just. It was hugely enjoyable, but it must have made for a peculiar sight. Two naked white women bending over while a huge black woman poked her fingers up their arses. I'd have loved to have been a fly on the wall and watched it all!After our little bit of buttery anal fun we made it back upstairs for some more serious shagging. I could hardly wait; the lure of Patti's tits was so compelling. The dildo was still on the carpet where we'd left it, and now it was sticky and covered with fluff and hair.. I pointed it out, and he took me to it. Before getting in he kissed me deep again, and told me he and his friends would love to fuck me again He said they would be at the bar most nights, and just drop by anytime I wanted fucked. Safely home I was showering when I realized I was sore from the multiple fuckings. How many times had I been fucked, I wondered. The next day I went to work and I saw Charlie for the first time since I had returned from Charlotte. I was a bit surprised when he smiled.