All persons 18+. This chapter is a continuation of a story line that involves supernatural female characters and futanari (dick girls). Please bear with the build up, the tone of the narration will change as everything falls into place. Mention of any particular social media platforms is not an endorsement to use them, and not sponsored. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.
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I was just too blissed out to think straight. I took a few sensuously deep breaths as I lay motionless on the soft bed. I had just received the best fuck of my life. I watched the headlights play across the ceiling from Denny's car pulling out of the driveway, and then I reached for a pillow to prop my head up. I heard Irina suggesting I quit my job, but I wasn't listening. Instead I looked over to her and realized that this had been my first threesome.
It had not been a free for all of bodies mashing together. Mostly, Irina watched, and I had been comfortable with that.
Denny had been amazing. Thirty minutes of straight pounding with that long thick cock of his, my hands on my thighs just to keep him from bottoming out too hard.
I saw Irina looking at me with a satisfied smirk and I just giggled and closed my eyes, and tried to commit to memory everything that had happened while he was screwing me, only to realize I had been pretty far gone much of the time. I had been conscious, but cumming and moaning the entire time. After a two month drought, I supposed that was to be expected, but I was still a bit shocked by just how good it had felt.
"Hey, Earth to Jeanie," Irina said, gently shaking my foot. "Shower?"
"Sounds like a plan," I said, blinking away the dreamy delights in my mind's eye. I felt a pang of soreness when I got to my feet, and felt it diminishing slightly with each step. I smiled and hoped it would come back with a vengeance in the morning.
"Where's the shower?" I asked.
"Right this way," she said. She led me to a luxurious bathroom and flipped on the lights.
"Whoa!" I said, noting the jacuzzi and the shower stall with multiple shower heads. The walls were yellow and the floor was done in warm reddish tile. "This lady has a jacuzzi?"
"Yup! Wanna try it?"
"Ah, sounds nice, but I just need a quick rinse. You don't mind if I crash here tonight?"
"You better be staying," Irina said. "After all, I only brought you here so that I could jump your bones. Do you need me to keep you company in the shower? Maybe soap your back?"
"Ha ha. I think I've had all the fun I can handle. You looked like you came a few times too."
"Oh, five or six. Watching you two fuck was hot as hell."
"I'm glad you liked the show. You impressed the hell out of me too with that move you pulled on the side of the bed. I thought he was trying to fuck your stomach."
"Oh, he just about was," Irina smirked. "I wish I could have seen some of the looks on your face when he was on top of you."
"Oh well, the mask was your idea. Nothing wrong with it though, I mean, I felt better being offered up to him like a sex treat when he couldn't see my face." Irina let out a sharp laugh at this, but did not retort. "Now that I know him better, if, um, if there's a next time Denny, let's skip the mask. I wouldn't mind him getting to know me."
"Oh, well I'm glad you think so. He's very special to me. Anyhoo, here's where the towels are. I'm going to go use the guest shower. See you after."
"Thanks Iri, and please don't think I'm some kind of slut. I just wanted-"
"Of course I don't think that. I can only wonder what you think of me! Look, we can talk about it later, okay?"
"Okay."
It got me thinking about Irina. Although it's true that I often wondered if she was part slut and the rest whore, I was truly impressed with what she had become over the past year. She would be nineteen in less than a month, and she was leagues ahead of other girls her age in terms of her network, her sexual maturity and sheer prowess. I suspected Irina had lovers who had taught her much about the carnal arts, or such was my imagination.
I on the other hand had no network, I was a loner. Not a loner exactly, but I would rather have a few close friends than more friends than I could keep up with. As for my own prowess, I felt I had a lot to learn. I had learned little from the handful of needy, premature-ejaculating high-school lovers I had been with, and still comparatively little from the one slightly older boyfriend I had dated until two months hence.
When he dumped me, I was on the ropes, falling behind on my bills. Yet Irina had friends who let her have the run of a luxurious place like this. She also had a pretty nice car, nicer than mine. She seemed to have it all figured out.
I tried to remember the little blonde from high school, but there wasn't much to go by. Glimpses of her, that was all I could recall. The fact was, I basically ignored all freshmen and sophomores when I was a senior. I was so sick of high school bullshit anyway, I couldn't wait to get out of there. After we graduated, she started to really gain in popularity, which meant she was way ahead of the curve with her people connections. Could that explain how she got her car and her apartment? Her parents had not been rich enough to help her out that much, she had three older siblings and her parents were from Ukraine.
For that matter, how did she learn to deep throat so well? When did she find a guy like Denny who was hung like a porn star and would cheerfully swing by to fuck one of her straight friends, just so that she could watch?
Yes, there was no doubt she had very sexually active friends who guided her along the path and introduced her to guys like Denny, I realized. Even if she was kind of acting out as a slut, she had it very well and she had tons of smoking hot girlfriends, too.
I had to admit, until now I thought I knew the girl. I hadn't known anything.
I turned off the shower and my mind flashed back to the time I met her. We might have bumped into each other before, but we became friends that day. It was autumn and still sweltering hot. I usually ran in the park next to my old school where the tall trees afforded some shade. She ran laps on the track. When I passed the track, I noticed the same blonde running there several days in a row, and I realized that we both seemed to work out at the same time.
It was clear she recognized me as well. If she saw me she would wave and smile really big. I admit I didn't wave back at first, but once I had begun to recognize her day after day, I waved back. She grinned and headed over to the doorway in the fence, and came to jog alongside. She was friendly and confident. After the crummy breakup, I needed a friend.
After the run we stopped by the fruit smoothie place by the basketball courts to sip an ice cold drink and cool off. It became a regular thing after our workouts. We started meeting at the basketball courts before our workouts so that we could run together. She was a sprinting fanatic but she said she also had to work on long distance like me. I preferred her easy company to running alone. She was the first fast friend I had made since I left high school, and she had acted like my innocent little groupie.
Now, thinking back on all of it, I had to wonder. Had she been targeting me?
I stopped the multiple massaging showerheads with a satisfying tug on the lever. I squeezed out my long brown hair and let my body drip before reaching for a towel, and realized with chagrin that I had been too lost in my thoughts to enjoy the luxury that surrounded me. I wore the plush towel into the living room to find my things, and changed into my pajamas. Soon after, Irina walked into the living room wearing a cute set of red and green flannels. She went to the kitchen and returned with a couple of tall glasses of water.
"I love a cold night where I can wear warm pajamas like this," she said.
"Me too. Thank you," I said appreciatively, taking a few gulps of the refreshing water. Irina sat down on the love seat, whereas I was seated at one end of the sofa cradling the glass in both hands. After comfortable silence, I spoke.
"So like, what's this big secret?"
"Hmm? What secret?"
"I don't know. Remember you asked me about whether I believe in the supernatural?"
