Jane's Encounters: A day at the Spencer's

Published on Sep 11, 2010 (Revised 2024)

JANE'S ENCOUNTERS AT A PARTY (Jane's Encounters Chapter 8)

By Christine Oram

Copyright 2010, 2024 Christine Oram.

It is best to read these stories in order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. __________________________________________________________________

Jane got out of the cab and the driver gave her a somewhat lecherous smile as she gave him the money. "Thanks, darling," he said beaming even more. He had enjoyed carrying her in his cab. During the entire journey he had been sneaking glances at her in the rear-view mirror. He thought she was simply stunning, his mind struggled to find a suitable description of the lithe brunette who was now walking into the building.

Jane felt nervous going to a party on her own - when she had been going out with her last boyfriend, Nicky, she had been a great partygoer, laughing and drinking far into the night. Ever since she had broken up with him though she had been in limbo and had no more riotous parties. She had had some intensely erotic Sapphic experiences, but she had not "come out" and, she knew, she was highly unlikely to do so. She had never ever seen herself as a lesbian - bisexual perhaps - she admired a beautiful female body, that's all, but it didn't mean she was going to embrace the whole lesbian gay scene -- God no, she thought.

This was the first party she had been to for quite some time, and she would know no one. The invitation had arrived from a friend of her friend Jennie's. This friend, Donna, had been primed by Jennie to ask Jane. Donna had recently moved to the city, and she knew very few people outside the university where she was a postgraduate student. Jennie recommended Jane mainly because she thought that she was probably lonely, and she knew that pretty girls are a big plus for parties.

Jennie explained to Donna that Jane might meet someone "special" at her party and that Jane really needed to meet that someone. Donna was not that concerned one way or the other, so invited her.

The emailed invitation specified a voluntary dress code: for women: sexy tramps, and for men: Euro trash. The thought of a party filled with bimbos and Euro trash Jane thought sounded awful.

She mentioned it to Jennie when they were on the phone together, but Jennie told her that Donna was a normal anthropology PhD student. "She's very pretty you know. My guess is that the dress code is a way to make everyone feel equally awkward when they get there."

Jane said she had nothing trampy to wear. Jennie dismissed this idea with a snort. She thought Jane needed nothing extra to get people interested in her. "Jane, come on, just wear a short skirt and heels. You'll have them all over you. But if you don't want to go, it's no skin off my nose."

Jane was not, however, wearing just anything as she approached the door of the building. Instead, she had on a "nurse's outfit," an online purchase designed to show off the wearer's assets. It consisted of a micro, sleeveless and backless, vinyl white dress with a zipper running down its front. A strap, passing around the back of her neck, held the material over her bosom, although as the dress was cut low, it gave an excellent showing of Jane's cleavage, her boobs were free. A bra would have shown straps, which would have spoilt the look. Jane's breasts needed no bra, unless she was exercising, or for decency's sake. Something "sexy tramps" did not need. It was extremely short, its hemline only about three inches below her buttocks. A "V" cut-out of the material at the top of the dress revealed even more of her cleavage. Likewise, there was an inverted "V" cut-out at the bottom of the dress at the front above the already short hemline. The "V" was cut up high enough for a triangle of her flat belly and bellybutton to be revealed and also for her matching vinyl, white panties underneath to show. Around her neck she wore a plastic stethoscope and there was a white nurse's hat bearing a red first aid cross. There was another red cross on the crotch of her panties which irresistibly drew observing eyes to focus on her underwear. White, 4-inch, sandals whose thin straps wrapped around her shapely ankles emphasized her stunning legs. Her toenails were painted a deep red. A delightful and sexy addition was a white garter which contrasted with the wonderful, tanned thigh it encircled. Jane looked utterly devastating and she knew it, so much so that she felt a little embarrassed. She didn't think of herself as a sexy tramp, but she did get a surprising kick out of imagining what people's reactions to her would be. Jane has a strong streak of vanity in her. She had put on a light raincoat in the cab to make her a bit less conspicuous and she had decided that if she got to the party and found out that she was the only "tart" there, she would go home, without allowing anyone to see her in her full glory.

She rang the doorbell and, taking the nurse's hat from her coat pocket, put it on her head. Jane has her hair longer now and it had assumed a natural wave, so it now brushed her athletic shoulders.

The door opened and a pretty blonde smiled at her.

"Hi, Donna?" Jane said.

"Hello, nurse or are you a doctor? Have we anyone ill? Do come in and I'll see if I can find you a nice, male doctor." The girl laughed and Jane carefully stepped into the hall and then followed the girl up the steps.

"We're on the fourth floor, just follow me." Jane realized the blonde was dressed as a maid. Although the girl was pretty, the outfit was nothing like as daring as Jane's - no exposed panties or cleavage. Jane began to feel that she was more naked than if she really had been lacking all her clothes. This was part of the thrill of course, but she was assailed by doubt. What if she just looked like a stupid tarty girl? Maybe indeed that is what I am, she thought.

When they reached the fourth floor there was a small corridor and three doors, one leading to what looked like some kind of storage room, and others she assumed to apartments.

"In here sister, " giggled the girl drunkenly. Jane could smell the drink on her breath and smiled her megawatt smile "Are you Donna? I'm Jane.". Jane must have been six inches taller than the blonde.

"Oh, I'm not Donna, I'm Tracy, Tracy Milhous. Nice to meet you Jane", she held out her hand and Jane took it. They shook hands, the blonde giggled again. Jane was surprisingly nervous. "Can I take your coat?"

Jane hesitated, "Um..."

"What's wrong?" Tracy looked Jane up and down noticing now how extremely attractive the nurse was.

"I'm not, you know, the only tart here, am I? I mean there are others - women - dressed up as the invitation suggested?"

"Oh, if that's what's worrying you sweetie - oh my god we have more tarts here than a brothel. You won't even be noticed I should think."

At that Jane swept her coat off and Tracy's face showed astonishment. "Wow, that's, you are amazing. God, I wish I could carry that off. I take it all back what I said just now, you will certainly be noticed, and you probably won't get away with anything less than full intercourse this evening." Tracy giggled again and vanished into the nearest room. On her return, she held out her hand and rather quaintly, or perhaps even erotically, took Jane's hand in hers and led her down the corridor to a room where there was a great deal of laughing, and the sounds of partying.

Surprisingly, when Tracy brought tall, beautiful, Jane into the room, the noise did not cease, nor did mouths fall open, but this was probably because most people were drunk, and it was too noisy and crowded to notice anything or anyone in particular. Jane, however, immediately noticed one girl, dressed, Jane eventually worked out, as some kind of fantasy beach police officer. She was relieved to see that she was showing as much flesh, if not more than she was. The police-blue outfit consisted of tiny, romper shorts, more like bikini bottoms, with a very skimpy, halter necked top with a sexy, lace-up front. Jane observed the girl's cleavage. She had no bra and Jane could see a sexy strip of flesh beneath those drawstrings - complete with the lovely circular edges of her boobs. She had a stunningly great pair of bare, well-toned, tanned legs with clear vinyl, 5-inch cone heel platform sandals. Completing the effect was a very wide black leatherette belt, enticingly fastened around her slim waist. On her head was a blue baseball cap with the words "Beach Patrol" in gold lettering. Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail which ran down between her bare shoulder blades. A pair of handcuffs hung from the belt. They swung back and forth as she moved, grazing her smooth thigh. Jane thought she was breathtaking. Who is she, she thought. The girl was in superb shape and Jane felt an instant attraction to her. She also felt that this girl had probably trumped her in trampish sex appeal. In a strange way, her vanity did not like it.

"Hey, check you out nursie! You are the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen," the policewoman, her gray eyes flashing, grabbed Jane's zipper and pulled it. She got to see Jane's pert nipples before Jane grabbed the girl's hand and said, "No, go away, or I'll slap you!"

Jane didn't really know why she said that, and she flushed. An automatic response. At this, the stunning policewoman made a face, "Sorry, miss proper. There's just something about that zipper - it's just asking to be ripped open." My god thought Jane, she's gorgeous. "Sorry, sorry, I think I'm a bit drunk." Jane admired the girl's lean, lovely legs. The policewoman smiled as she noticed Jane's underwear with its red cross, "Oh god I just love your panties, they are so sexy. Fucking sexy, sexy." Jane thought how she'd like to get to know her better.

A man shouted something from the other side of the room and the policewoman dashed off. Jane was disappointed that she had said she'd slap her. That was absolutely the last thing she wanted to do to her.

"That was Donna," said Tracy. As Jane bent down to hear her, she felt fingers on the back of her thigh. She jumped and turned to see a man lying on a sofa. He smiled guiltily at her. Jane frowned at him and moved out of his reach. Tracy followed.

"Things are pretty wild here tonight by the look of things." Jane said.

"You bet. By the way, is it Donna or Lillian you know? That's Lillian there." Tracy asked and indicated a tall, black-haired beauty deep in conversation with another women. Lillian was wearing a French maid's outfit that was everything that Tracy's was not. Hers was a very short and tight turtleneck sleeveless dress with attached apron that zipped up in the back. Her black fishnet stockings complete with back seams emphasized a pair of long dancer's legs finished off by black pointy-toed, high, spiked-heeled pumps. The woman's ample breasts were bursting out of the white apron. Jane could not believe the sight of these women. To think Jane had been worried about being too tarty. She, Donna, and Lillian all looked as though they had just stepped out of a porn fetish movie.

"I reckon Lillian's noticed you! Watch out for her is my suggestion." Tracy shouted to be heard.

"Why?"

"She's got a thing for brunettes, and she'll eat you alive if you don't watch out. Good luck! See you later, darling." Tracy pushed her way through the crush and vanished from view. Jane wished she had stayed, she could help her to meet people.

In a few seconds, the French maid was in front of her. "Hiya beautiful, my name's Lillian, I live here. Do I know you?" She looked Jane up and down, ogling her. "Not that I care as there is always a need to get to know someone like you." She said "you" with great emphasis and Jane suddenly became conscious of her insides churning in excitement.

"Oh no, I'm Jane. I know, well I don't exactly know, but sort of, or at least, Donna. Well, she's really a friend of a..." Jane tapered off her stammering, incomprehensible explanation as Lillian was looking at her intensely with a pair of striking blue eyes. It was alluring, yet Jane felt, as indeed Tracy had suggested, that Lillian was about to say something politically incorrect, or do something outrageous to her.

"Donna, huh? She's a lucky, lucky girl to know you. She's kept you a secret. Can't say I blame her at all." Lillian walked around Jane admiring every curvaceous inch. "Nice heels. Nice, nice legs," Lillian sighed in admiration. Jane shuffled her feet and then asked where the drinks were.

"What? Oh yes, drinks, they're here," Lillian draped her arm around Jane, and led her to a table covered in all kinds of drinks; alcoholic and non-alcoholic. As they walked through the busy crowd Jane sensed people checking her out, and she equally checked out their assets in return. Lillian was very sexy. Jane felt it was like looking at a Celtic version of herself. Lillian's long lean legs, enticingly clad in their fishnets, began to make Jane feel hot and aroused. First police girl and now the French maid thought Jane; maybe I will get lucky tonight.

"What do you want to drink?" Lillian asked and after Jane replied she got her a tonic with enough gin to fell a horse. Jane took a sip and spluttered. Lillian took Jane's glass and slapped her on the back as Jane coughed.

"Come on, let's go where we can get to know each other." Lillian pulled Jane through the crowd and then down the corridor and into a bedroom. As they entered, Jane could see that there was a young man and a woman in denim shorts seemingly asleep on the king-size bed. The room was big and on the other side of the bed there was a loveseat in which a girl in an electric-blue tube dress was engaged in an intense kissing session with a young man. He looked as if he had just come home from a Duran Duran concert. A lot of the men had this look. Of course, Jane thought, Euro trash. The man looked at Lillian and Jane as they came in and his eyes seemed to smile at them, but he did not take his lips from his girl's mouth.

"Come on darling you can sit right next to me here, that is unless I scare you?" Lillian had sat down on another loveseat on the other side of the bed to Duran Duran and tube-dress girl and patted the space left on the seat showing where Jane should sit. Jane looked at the space and knew it was a tight fit. She looked at Lillian who was looking very enticing - all shapely fishnets and heels and large breasts. She wondered whether she should squeeze herself next to her. Was it safe? She carefully sat down.

It was indeed a tight squeeze. Jane wondered what was going to happen, but somehow, she knew already. It happened quicker than even she could have guessed. Lillian kissed her on the mouth. The man on the bed, who she had assumed was asleep, groaned, twisted his head, and said in a drunken voice, "Nice!"

"Shut it will you," snapped Lillian to the man.

He smiled at them. Clearly, he and Lillian knew each other. "Oh, go on, give her a nice tongue washing," he said smiling.

"You know there's nothing we guys like than watching two hot babes making out." Duran Duran man stated it matter-of-factly from across the room having managed to tear himself away from tube dress' mouth. Her mouth was open in astonishment. She had never seen two women kiss - it made her feel uncomfortable.

Jane, embarrassed, stood up. Lillian's hands swept over her thighs as if to stop her. Lillian glanced up at Jane's long, lean limbs and into her flushed, beautiful face. The man's gaze was locked on Jane's crotch and the glimpse of her sexy panties. He hadn't noticed them before.

"Can I give you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, nurse?" The man on the bed said teasingly.

Jane turned on her heel and left the room and, as she left, she heard Lillian sharply telling the two guys to get lost and stop screwing up her evening. They obviously found this amusing, as Jane heard them laughing.

Jane felt embarrassed, and a part of her wanted to go home. Her outfit now seemed tight and uncomfortable, and she felt self-conscious. Why did she let Lillian kiss her in front of all those people? A second of self-analysis produced the knowledge that she liked the idea of Lillian making out with her; but not in front of four total strangers. I may be dressed like a slut, but I'm not one. She returned to the main room where the music and hubbub enveloped her. There was a tap on her bare shoulder and Lillian whispered in her ear, "Sorry Jane, I just couldn't resist you - you shouldn't wear things like that - it's liable to turn on a girl. Here's your drink. Why don't you drink up?"

Jane chugged the gin, and she felt better. The music was loud in the room, and she noticed Donna lying on a sofa surrounded by a couple of sexy girls and a good-looking man in patent leather slip on loafers complete with ghastly leather tassels.

Jane loved to look at Donna. The edges of her round boobs pushing out the sides of the tight, blue fabric of her police outfit and those legs in those amazing platform heels. Jane drank up the view of the reclining woman like a smitten schoolgirl. She had to keep moving her head to look past the other beautiful people with whom Donna was talking and laughing. One of the girls with her was dressed in a pair of skin-tight, shiny latex pants. Jane felt a frisson of excitement pass right through her as she saw latex girl laughing and then kneeling down and lifting Donna's shapely leg, pretending to lick the clear, vinyl heel. Jane suddenly wanted to be that girl, to be the center of attention, and more than anything she wanted it to be her hand on Donna's leg.

Donna laughed and, over the music, Jane heard them all laughing. Then their eyes met. Donna's were steely gray, Jane's soft hazel brown. Donna smiled at her and made a come-hither face.

"She's very hot, isn't she? Donna." Lillian was standing right next to Jane. Jane jumped as she started running the tips of her fingers down Jane's bare back, gently touching, ever so subtly, her curved spine. Jane froze in excitement.

"Yes, she is," Jane sighed as Lillian's fingertips continued their dance. The music was very loud, and the gin had begun to have its effect on her. She felt light-headed and she became aware that her nipples were hard; she could feel them pressing against the top of her outfit. She wondered whether, if Lillian looked down her cleavage, she would see them and notice. She thought that Lillian would have to undo her zipper only a tiny bit to see them. In a perverse mixture of embarrassment and arousal she simultaneously wanted her to see them and did not want her to see them as she knew others in the room would share the view too, and this would cause her distress. She swiftly drank another gin and tonic that had been presented to her when she had finished the other one and tried to think of something other than Donna's thighs and the touch of Lillian's fingers.

The hem of her panties at the back were the next target for Lillian's fingers. Lillian was standing so close to Jane but neither of the girls were looking directly at each other. Both the women wanted it to look as though nothing was happening. There were other groups of people around them and Jane for one felt inhibited. She wanted to disguise her excitement at what Lillian was doing to her. Lillian felt discretion was in order too. So, both of them stood Lillian's arm around the small of Jane's back, looking over at Donna and her coterie.

"Tell me Jane, do you want Donna, I mean really want her?" Lillian's mouth was next to Jane's ear, and her breath gave Jane a thrill. Jane noticed that Donna had now pulled both her legs up and her knees were on her chest, and the latex girl was now sitting where Donna's legs had been. When the latex girl's hand rubbed Donna's knee in an affectionate gesture, Jane felt jealous, and her pussy tingled with sexual excitement.

"Does she like girls then?" Jane replied, trying not to sound too interested.

"Oh my god, that's an understatement. I bet she'd fuck you in an instant. God, everyone here would fuck you if they had the chance, but she would be first." Lillian's voice was seductive. She enjoyed the effect her provocative talk was having on the beautiful girl beside her. Her hand was around Jane's waist, occasionally fondling her bare back. She slowly slid her fingers under the front of Jane's uniform and started to caress her wonderfully hard abs. Just below her caressing hand were those little matching panties adorned with the red medical cross and, underneath that, was this beauty's cunny. The thought made Lillian wet. Lillian could feel Jane's flat stomach tensing and she was relieved that Jane was not objecting. Jane was one in a million, she thought. She had not been so lucky with a couple of other nice-looking women she had met earlier. Lillian's hand moved upwards, and the edge of her forefinger contacted those wonderful globes that are Jane's breasts.

Jane twitched when she felt Lillian's fingers. Her dress was tight already, so Lillian's hand under the nurse's outfit had little room to move about. Lillian was trying to be subtle, after all the room was full of people and although the lights were low, they were not so low that no-one could see the French maid had her hand under the nurse's dress.

Jane bent her shoulders forward, making a little more room, inviting Lillian's hand to move up and grope her breast more completely. Lillian's index and forefinger sought out Jane's nipple. When she made contact, Jane let out a slight gasp.

"You like that, Jane?" Lillian whispered. Jane could hardly hear her over the noise. She heard it only because Lillian had leant forward so her head was in front of Jane's, otherwise the music would have made it inaudible. Lillian tweaked the erect and swollen nipple and then squeezed it quite hard. Jane jumped slightly and let out another gasp.

"No Lillian, don't, not here."

"Why not? Why ever not?" Lillian responded. Lillian rolled the hard nipple again and Jane moaned another sexy protest.

"No, please don't." Jane felt herself getting wetter and wetter in between her legs. She could not believe how much excitement she was getting from Lillian just squeezing her nipple. Every time she squeezed it, it was almost as it was connected directly to her pussy, each squeeze ratcheting her up a notch in sexual excitement. She did not want this now - well she did - but not here, not in front of everyone. She tried to take her mind off Lillian's attentions, by trying to see Donna - not that that would really help, being how aroused she was by Donna, but there were now so many people in front of her anyway she could only see a mass of girls showing a lot of flesh and tacky Eurotrash-dressed men. Although this might have diverted her thoughts in theory, she found it all hopeless as Lillian's fingers were just too persistent. Lillian had taken to rubbing her palm over Jane's nipple. Jane's breast was now throbbing with excitement. She did not trust herself to keep calm. Her pussy was getting so wet inside the vinyl panties that she felt she might actually climax.

Lillian had expected her to like it, but it gave a perverse kind of joy to see how Jane was fighting her increasing arousal. All she could think about was how it would be if she got Jane naked and her tongue inside her.

Suddenly Jane twisted herself away from Lillian and her hand. "No, please Lillian, I can't. Not here, not with everyone looking." Lillian was annoyed, but she had to admit that where there had just been the two of them, there was now an audience. When two stunning women are standing hip to hip and one of the women has her hand around the other and under her dress it is not surprising that they might feel self-conscious. Jane smiled nervously at Lillian, turned, and weaved her way out of the room. She heard a male voice ask Lillian who she was and would she introduce him.

Jane walked out of the room and down the dim corridor, past the bedroom they had already visited, and then continued on past another room. She stopped outside a further door which she assumed was the bathroom. There was a male and female couple kissing passionately by the door. Jane felt she was intruding, so she turned away from them and cast her gaze back down the corridor as she stood waiting for the bathroom to be free, feeling a little self-conscious.

The couple who were making out in earnest looked at her and the man cleared his throat. Jane swiveled on her heel and looked at them. The man started to talk to her about the party, asking her who she knew, if she knew person X and Y and so on. Jane admitted that she knew virtually no one and added that she was not a student. The young man was of medium height and quite good-looking. He said, smiling, that he had thought it unlikely she was at the university. Jane passed her fingers through her long hair, primping it so it fell between her bare shoulder blades, and asked mischievously and flirtatiously why that might be - was there not a nursing school at the university hospital, for example, suitable for a nurse like her? The young man got embarrassed and said that she looked unlike any nurse he had ever seen - and that, unless the nursing school required all nurses to be beautiful women with perfect bodies, he thought she was unlikely to be any kind of nurse, although he would gladly fall ill if it meant being attended to by her. Jane smiled. The man thought he would like to drown in that smile.

"You're very sweet, I'll take that as a compliment." she said. She was enjoying this.

Unfortunately, the man's girlfriend, or partner for the evening, took it less well. "Well, if she's so great, then why don't you stay with her, as I'm clearly not good enough for you," she said angrily and then took her turn in the bathroom.

Jane and the man looked sheepishly at each other. Jane did like the look of him, and clearly it was reciprocated. The man had never seen such a perfect example of feminine form and her costume was so out of this world that he felt it would provide him with fantasies for the rest of his life. When his girlfriend came out, she stamped off down the corridor in her stilettos without saying anything to him, although she reserved a particularly nasty look for Jane, and muttered "fucking slut," as she pushed past her.

Jane went for a pee and wiped her slit carefully with the paper. She was sticky with sexual juices, and, in a way, she was relieved she had managed to get away from Lillian. She knew she would not have been strong enough to resist her and she had visions of her giving her an explosive orgasm in front of everyone, right there in that living room. She couldn't believe how easily she had got her excited, almost to the point of climax. She wished she had been nicer to Donna earlier, who she found more attractive than Lillian. Lillian was sexy-hot, but rather condescending. Jane had no idea whether Donna was really interested in women, or whether it had just been Lillian trying to turn her on when she said she'd be the first to fuck her, given the chance. Lillian certainly seemed to know how to do that. Jane very much liked the thought of succumbing to Donna.

Jane pulled her panties up. The vinyl was sexy, but sticky and quite uncomfortable. She arranged her dress to cover as much of it as it could, however the dress was designed precisely to show off the panties, so it was a bit of a fool's errand. She straightened the nurse's hat and tightened her left shoe, the strap of which had loosened around her ankle.

When she came out, the man was still there. Behind him at the end of the corridor she saw Lillian's hourglass figure. Neither had experienced nearly enough of Jane.

"Hello again," she said to the man, smiling warmly. "Glad you're still here. I'm sorry about your friend."

"Oh, don't worry about her, she'll get over it. You know, you're hard to compete with. Anyway, I'm Jonathan. I was wondering whether..." Jane knew what he was going to ask. She heard the click of Lillian's heels on the parquet floor as she walked towards them, swinging her hips. Jane felt irritated. Lillian, as beautiful as she was, was very pushy.

"Tell you what, I'll give you my number, you can call me sometime." Jonathan tried to look cool but was quite unable to do so.

Jane smiled flirtatiously at him, "So when you need a nurse to mop your fevered brow, give me, Jane, a call." Jane was clearly the worse for drink, but Jonathan had never seen such a charming and lovely drunk. For a second, she couldn't remember her number, but then it came back to her, and she told him. Both he and the listening Lillian made sure to remember it.

"Jane, right. I'm Jonathan. You'll remember me, I hope. I'll call you."

Lillian was pouting and looking concerned over his shoulder. She liked Jonathan, and it gave her a perverse kind of pleasure making Lillian jealous.

"Now run along, stud," said Lillian, smiling at the man. He said nothing, but returned to the living room, where the music and chat was still going strong. Lillian was not thinking good thoughts about Jonathan at all. Jane was hers and she would not rest until she had her.

"Well, hello again, Lillian," Jane said.

"Jesus, Jane, I want you bad. I want to fuck you. I'm sick of all this bullshit foreplay."

Jane shrugged, "Well, OK, what are you going to do about it then?" Lillian took this as assent. In Jane's alcohol infused mind she had not quite meant it that way, it had meant more a simple question, not a call for action.

With two steps Lillian pushed Jane against the wall of the corridor and then, clearly thinking better of it, pulled her down to the very end of the corridor, further away from the sitting room. Just down from the bathroom the corridor ended but there was a third tiny room there, it was more like a walk-in closet or storeroom. Lillian pushed Jane up against the door jamb and proceeded to kiss her with a passion that almost suffocated her. Jane felt Lillian's warm, wet tongue push right to the back of her mouth and, suddenly feeling her own passion rise, she responded equally hard, thrusting her tongue into Lillian's mouth. Lillian wanted to strip Jane naked and fuck her right there.

Tearing her mouth from Jane's she said, "I'm gonna get this slutty thing down right now - I'm so sick of these - I've wanted to do this ever since I first saw you." Her fingers closed around the front of Jane's panties right over that distinctive nurse's red cross and Jane gave a muffled cry as Lillian pulled hard. Lillian's fingers brushed Jane's slit directly as the panties slid down her thighs. Jane felt the cool air on her most private parts, and she moaned as Lillian's fingers touched her hypersensitive slit. Jane flicked her well-toned leg, and the panties flew off, catching momentarily on the white leather straps of her shoe.

Lillian traced the slippery extent of her sex with her forefinger, at the same time her other hand pulled down the zipper on the front of Jane's nurse's uniform, and in a single deft movement the uniform fell open. Jane's breasts seemed to literally bounce free, no longer being held tight behind the material; each pert globe crowned with a very erect nipple. Lillian fixed her luscious lips onto Jane's right breast and sucked hard. The dress was wide open, suspended from her shoulders, the white vinyl hanging loosely down and brushing the rear of her thighs as Lillian' hands manipulated Jane's lovely breasts.

"Oooh, yes, Lillian, owww! Oh god." Jane cried out as Lillian's tongue explored and flicked her hard nipple. Lillian's hand ran up the inside of her thigh. Jane's pussy and ass were now entirely exposed, and Lillian enjoyed the feel of Jane's hard thighs and tight buttocks. The muscles in Jane's thighs contracted as Lillian's hungry, insatiable, hand explored every wet inch of her inner thighs and ass crack, all the while either sucking or pinching first one and then the other of Jane's lovely boobs.

Jane cried out when Lillian's probing fingers finally entered her dripping snatch. "Fuck me, fuck, please!" Lillian pushed her forefinger into Jane's pussy, her thumb now pushing and pressing the hard wet nub of Jane's clitoris.

"You like this, you hot tease, eh?" Lillian's voice was authoritative and dominating, which aroused Jane even more. She can do what she likes to me, oh god yes, she thought, I don't care. Lillian's pussy was clammy underneath her black panties. She then lifted her fishnet-clad knee and pushed it into Jane's dripping snatch, and then after pulling Jane onto her thigh, she proceeded to pull and push her up and down over the stockings, letting her garter button and fishnets slide and stimulate Jane's red, swollen sex. Each time, the fishnet material grazing Jane's labia drove her further towards the inevitable release of her passion. Jane was by now ready to climax, her breasts, pussy, and ass on fire with pleasure and she tensed her thighs and stomach to try and control her climax in a vain endeavor to make it last.

"Oh, I'm coming, very soon, oh god, yes, yes, yes!" Jane's body writhed against Lillian who pushed two fingers deep inside Jane's streaming cunny, still moving her thumb to keep that luscious clit stimulated. Jane was ready to pop. Lillian pushed hard against the panting half-naked body, feeling Jane's beautiful breasts push into hers and, as Jane orgasmed, her nurse's cap, which had so valiantly remained on top of her head, fell to the floor to join the plastic stethoscope that had come off when Lillian had pulled down the zipper and opened her dress. It now lay with her red cross panties, lying in a heap underneath her stilettos. Lillian's fingers were still deep inside Jane's pussy, and she was still fucking the girl when Jane whispered, sighing in pleasure, into her ear.

"Go on, why not taste me? I'm so wet down there."

Lillian needed no encouragement as she slid gently and slowly down Jane's body, her tongue stopping to flick and suck Jane's right nipple and her hands sliding over Jane's shapely hips and then onto her hard thighs, the flesh slightly shining in the dim light from the end of the corridor.

Lillian could now smell the scent of Jane's wet pussy and she savored it. Her first licks were long and sweeping, passing over the inside of Jane's right thigh and then sliding and savoring the wet, swollen labia. Jane was still recovering from her climax, but the probing tongue almost instantly aroused her again and she moaned quietly. She bent her legs and opened her thighs as much as she could.

"Jane, you have fantastic legs." Lillian's tongue passed over the base of Jane's slit and pushed into her asshole. Jane gasped and the thighs under Lillian's hands tensed, the fine muscles standing out prominently as Jane enjoyed the tongue's probing touch.

"Oh my god, Lilly, oooh, that's good - fuck me with your tongue, fuck me!"

Lillian fingered herself to relieve her own sexual tension, pulling up her tight, white-edged, maid's miniskirt, her fingers pulling aside her black lacy panties, masturbating, her long ring-laden fingers pleasuring herself.

She could taste Jane's juices in her mouth, and she could feel the heat and arousal of the sexy girl on the end of her tongue. Every time she pushed her tongue deep into the girl's slit, Jane tensed, and Lillian could not only feel her wetness but her whole body trembling and twisting as she approached another release.

Jane had her hands on Lillian's head, and she began to collect strands of her long, black hair and, then pulling them gently, she tugged Lillian's head forward, forcing her mouth closer, deep into her streaming snatch.

"Fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, yes." Jane felt so aroused, standing almost naked in the corridor, Lillian's head in between her thighs licking her ever so erotically, in just her 4-inch stilettos, a garter belt around one thigh, and her dress hanging behind her, with most of her body revealed for anyone to see in its sexy entirety. She felt like there was a huge landslip happening inside her. She put her right thigh over Lillian's shoulder and Lillian's mouth was filled with Jane's wetness as Jane began her final approach to her climax, her lovely ass and hamstrings taught as a bow, her thighs rock hard. Lillian's arm slid around Jane's naked, slender waist, the vinyl dress brushing against the back of her hand and held her close while Jane gasped and jumped, lost in her orgiastic world. The sight of the beautiful, climaxing body in front of her and the feeling from her fingers inside her own slippery sex was too much and Lillian came with a shuddering gasp.

Jane kept holding Lillian tightly and, opening her eyes, she saw with a start that they had an audience. There were four people: three girls and one guy looking at them, a look of astonishment on their faces.

Jane flushed deeply and pulled Lillian even closer to her to cover up her nakedness. Jane noticed the girl in the latex pants she had seen before and Donna's athletic body; both looking at them intently. The latex girl licked her lips erotically and Jane knew that look. Latex had definitely liked what she had just seen. The other girl was dressed in a tight denim miniskirt and cowboy boots, and her boyfriend looked utterly and completely astonished at what he had just seen.

"Lilly, why?" Donna's voice was full of emotion. Lillian turned round and faced her, turning her back on Jane, who squatted down on the floor, trying to wrap her dress around her and zip it up again in the front.

Latex girl volunteered, "Well, all I can say is that nurse is fucking hot - I mean look at her for god's sake, Donna."

Four pairs of eyes looked down at Jane's lithe nakedness - her tanned body glowing with perspiration and in the dim light her hard body had never looked more enticing. Then there was Lillian, a highly provocative French maid, her ample cleavage on full display and her superb dancer's legs encased in fishnets and with her miniskirt twisted in some degree of disarray after her masturbating frenzy.

The man's jaw was open in astonishment, his mind still reeling from the completely erotic sight of that gorgeous girl who he had noticed earlier in her nurse's outfit, being fucked by lovely Lillian. Now he could not keep his eyes off Jane, who was struggling into her nurse's dress, trying to zip up the front, squeezing her tight, round boobs under the plastic material. He noticed Jane's panties, those tantalizing, sexy, red-cross-containing panties, were on the floor, and he wanted more than anything to help her on with them and then perhaps touch her - on that ass, those thighs, and do what Lillian had been doing to her. If only.

"What a total slut," said his girlfriend in his ear. Although she said it, inwardly she wished she looked as good as the two women in front of her. She also had to admit that the hot brunette seemed to have had an amazing orgasm. She wondered if she would come like that if Lillian had been fucking her. The fact that she was even thinking about it made her more irritated with her boyfriend, who was clearly enjoying the view.

"Come on, let's leave these low lives." The girl pulled the man away. He left obviously unwillingly, but equally he didn't want to upset his girlfriend. If she had not been with him, he would have stayed and tried to get to know that smoking hot nurse and lovely Lillian.

Donna looked very miserable, which just embarrassed both latex girl and Jane who was still trying to minimize her presence behind Lillian. Perhaps if I hide behind her, she won't get at me, she thought. Lillian finally went forward in an attempt to embrace Donna, but Donna pulled away. Jane, having no emotional attachment in all this, kept thinking how much she would like to see what Lilly had just done to her being done to hot Donna, but equally she needed her red cross panties back, which she now noticed lay underneath latex-girl's very 80s-style ankle stiletto boots.

"Donna, I'm sorry, I still feel the same about you, look, come on let's talk about this." Lillian's voice sounded sincere, and Donna started to walk down the hall in apparent disgust. Lillian followed her pleading her case.

"Fuck, those two are so hot, aren't they?" Latex girl addressed Jane without any apparent embarrassment.

"Ur, yes, I suppose they are. Are they together? I had no idea." Jane said, trying to sound as if all of this raging lesbianism had been none of her idea.

"Fuck yes, although you may have screwed with their relationship. Was Lilly good to you? I've wanted to fuck her ever since I first met her, but no luck so far. She really likes the pretty girls. I thought that maybe tonight would be the night."

Jane guessed that latex-girl did not usually look so tarty and sexy, perhaps Ms. latex was more the butch-dyke type and was therefore not to Lillian's taste. She visualized her in scruffy denim and a white T-shirt. With her cropped dark hair, she would certainly look much less of a femme.

"Excuse me, um?"

"Julie."

"Yeah, hi. I'm Jane. Can I get my panties? They're..." Jane pointed to under Julie's feet.

Julie smiled and then chuckled with a mischievous look on her face. Julie picked them up, and putting them to her nose, inhaled deeply and theatrically, the red cross tight up against her nostrils.

"Yummy, woah, you got a bit overexcited in these didn't you Jane? These positively stink of sex. They turn me on!"

Jane had visions of those perverted teenagers who had fucked her in the cinema. That hot Asian girl waving her cum-wet panties in her face and laughing at her. Why does this happen to me?

"Can I have them back Julie. Please?"

Julie took a step forward until she stood almost touching Jane. Julie looked into Jane's brown eyes. Jane was a good four inches taller than Julie and, as Julie stepped closer, she could not miss Jane's breasts tightly held in her sexy nurse's dress. Julie wanted to unzip that top and see those breasts again.

"Jane, can I feel your tits?" Julie said it quietly, but as she did so she ran her hands over Jane's cleavage and pushed them with the back of her hand, enjoying seeing them bulge enticingly. She heard Jane exhale in what she took to be pleasure.

"No, Julie. Please. I want my panties back. No, not now." Julie pulled the zip down on Jane's dress and now her round globes were almost popping out.

Jane pulled away and she re-zipped herself. "Fuck Julie, give me my fucking panties you dyke. I need them now." Jane was irritated, she knew what Julie wanted from her, but she needed her underwear more. Julie smiled, her pussy encased in her latex was dripping with the excitement of the chase and she felt she had Jane almost in her power, or at least she would be very soon.

She was wrong: Jane suddenly pounced on the unsuspecting Julie, catching her completely unawares. Jane was a strong, athletic woman. In a trice, she had pinioned Julie on the floor, twisting her arm behind her back. Julie squirmed and cried out in pain and frustration as Jane picked up her panties that she had dropped as she was thrown to the floor. Jane's right knee was in the small of her back and as Julie's face was pressed against the parquet floor. Suddenly, her arm was released, and she saw Jane stepping into those sexy panties and pulling them up over her sensational legs until once again they were covering her sex.

"Ouch that hurt, you bitch," Julie sounded pissed, but in reality, she had enjoyed the tussle. Jane was something else. Jane smiled at her, her voice a little slurred with the drink.

"Well, you deserved it."

"You know I'd love to get to know you, don't you?" Julie said.

"Oh yeah, I guessed that" said Jane, "but you have to treat me right and don't blackmail me." Julie was excited that Jane had not rejected her out of hand.

Jane stretched her hand out and helped Julie up. Then she kissed Julie lightly on the lips. She enjoyed dispensing this provocative gesture. Perhaps I really am a slut, she thought to herself. Jane was becoming accustomed to the effect she had on people. It was fun to have some power, after Nicky's rejection and the uncertainty of her current personal life. Just as Julie began to respond, Jane stopped and walked down the hall without a word. Leaving Julie in a rather confused state as she looked at Jane's tight ass and those sensational legs walking back towards the living room.

Donna and Lillian were busy saying goodbye to a mass of people as Jane came in. Jane noticed the two people who had been on the bed, and both the Duran-Duran man and the girl in the tube dress from Lillian's bedroom were saying their goodbyes. The girl in the tube dress and the man who had been on the bed looked very much the worse for drink, and Jane thought the girl looked about set to vomit. Perhaps this was why Donna and Lillian seemed so eager to get rid of them. Jane was surprised to see that most people had gone already.

Jane helped herself to another drink. She gulped it down. Then she had another. Somehow drinking was helping her enjoy it all. She didn't want to go home. Whether she still wanted Donna or more sex she was incapable analyzing herself. In retrospect, thinking about that night, she thought she liked the attention she was getting. It flattered her vanity and made her feel wanted at a time when she was lonely and feeling a little excluded from normal social interactions. As we shall see, normal social interactions were not something she received.

The noise of people leaving was astonishing and she realized that a group at the door were shouting their goodbyes to her. She swung round and recognized Tracy, who was also looking a bit tired and drunk. She waved at Jane. Jane waved back.

Jane asked Donna, "Perhaps I should go?" Her head was swimming, and she felt very tired.

Donna was smiling as she leant forward and whispered, "No don't go Jane. We can have some quiet time together. Sorry about the party, it was a bit much. We didn't know a lot of the people who turned up. You look hammered. If you feel sick, you know where the bathroom is."

"Yes, sorry about all that. Lillian she..."

"Don't worry, Lilly's like that, she's a fucking sex maniac. By the way, Lillian and I are together. Had you guessed?" Jane mumbled a reply implying she had thought so but was not sure. Jane was taller than Donna by a few inches, so she stuck her ass out a bit as she tilted forward to speak to her, an action that Lillian and Julie, who had finally closed the apartment door, found very sexy. Jane certainly had an ass that was worth sticking out.

Lillian smiled in the background and winked at Jane.

"I've forgiven you as Lilly tells me you didn't know and because you are very hot, so I can't really blame her for doing you."

"Gee, thanks Donna, I didn't realize she needed permission. I'll be a good girl from now on," Jane replied, smiling, "God, I'm drunk."

Jane put her arms around Donna's neck and Donna said quietly "Don't be a good girl yet. Wanna dance then?"

"Well, that's novel. I've never danced with a woman before," Jane smiled as Donna gently pulled her close and she felt her hands around her waist. Jane ran her fingers over Donna's bare back and then her ass, touching the hem of her tiny shorts and the top of her thighs.

"Hey Donna, if I continue to be bad will you arrest me?" Jane smiled. The drink had removed any remaining inhibitions.

"Shit Jane, you're already arrested."

The sitting room was surprisingly big for a city apartment and there was a large sectional sofa in the middle of it and one whole wall was a floor-to-ceiling window. The curtains were drawn, and the lights were low, but it was plenty bright enough. A sound system was delivering some kind of Latin music. She liked its rhythm, but Jane is not one of the world's great dancers and being drunk hardly helped. She also quite honestly did not know what to do when dancing with another woman. Lillian and Julie seemed to be the only others left in the apartment and Jane felt a warm, excited feeling in her stomach; partly hot-blooded sexual excitement, partly the extra frisson because she had no real idea what was going to happen next. Normally, she would have been embarrassed, but the drink and her sexual arousal were keeping her shameless.

"Jane, how do I know you?" Donna seemed to be persisting in trying to dance with her. She kept holding Jane close to her one minute and then sort of walking away from her, only to pull her close again.

"In your dreams perhaps?" Jane replied mischievously.

Lillian's shapely curves were now reclining on the sofa, and Julie in her hot little outfit was sitting, or more accurately, was slumped beside her. Both of them were looking at Jane and Donna with a good deal of interest.

"Don't worry about Lilly and Julie. They live here too."

Jane pulled Donna close and held her tight, her strong arms holding the young, hard body close against her and smiling that lovely, irresistible smile of hers. Jane's fingers felt the laced-up front of her costume, pressing Donna's boobs. Her fingers started at the waistband of her minute police shorts and slipped over her groin. Donna's shorts were so tight Jane could feel the girl's mound through the thin fabric. Donna made no protest and reciprocated by running her hands over Jane's bare back and then squeezing her buttocks through her tight vinyl panties, her hands underneath the short dress.

"No, I mean why did you come to the party? Did I invite you?" Jane thought Donna was extraordinarily desirable, her intoxicated mind had decided Donna was the sexiest woman she had ever met. More alluring than Natasha or Cathy or anyone else ever, even more so than Lillian who with her statuesque figure, raven hair, and arrayed as she was in that over the top, revealing maid's dress many would have considered was the more stunning of the two. To Jane, Donna was just downright sexy in a way that Lillian with her beautiful hauteur could not match. Jane started to explain about Jennie, but she was rather incoherent, trying to tell her how she knew her and how she had suggested to Donna that she ask her to come. A thought came into her drunken mind, why had Jennie not mentioned that Donna was so lovely?

"Jennie? Oh yeah, we were undergrads together - how is she? Oh Jane!" Jane's fingers under Donna's police top had worked their way in and she was tweaking one of those lovely boobs that she admired so much.

"She is doing great - my, you do have lovely titties Donna, shit, ouch!" Donna had tried to unzip Jane's dress and the zip had caught her flesh, producing a squeak of pain.

"Uh, sorry, I didn't mean to catch your boob. What do you do Jane? You look like a porn star." The zip on Jane's front was now pulled down to her navel and Jane's lovely globes were on view, their nipples sticking out invitingly. Her vinyl panties with the red cross were skintight across her minge and hips.

"That's rich coming from you!" Jane laughed. She knew for a fact that Donna's hotness was absolutely impossible to deny by any sane person.

Jane's nipples were long, stiff, and hard and she sighed as Donna pulled her close and the two women started to kiss.

Lillian and Julie could not take their eyes off them. Lillian's black panties under her fishnet tights were now so wet with excitement that she wondered if she could, as Donna had asked her, restrain herself from trying to fuck both of them. The sight of Donna and Jane dancing and kissing so aroused Julie that she felt almost overwhelmed. She didn't know whether it was seeing Jane's bare breasts, or the sight of Donna's fingers exploring Jane's white vinyl panties under her nurse's outfit that was more arousing. She had always wanted Lillian and Donna, but they had always resisted her charms, and now Jane, that incredibly hot brunette with the stunning body had appeared on the scene. Perhaps she was more strongly drawn towards the hot nurse because she could have had her only about half an hour ago, if only she had been quicker and more prepared. It made her ache to think about making love to her. It was bad enough being a fifth wheel, living in the same apartment as Donna and Lillian, but now Jane was adding to her sexual frustration.

Donna proceeded to remove Jane's infamous dress altogether, gently pulling it up. Jane wriggled her head and shoulders until the dress was off and dropped on the floor.

Jane's head was spinning both with the drink but also because of what was happening to her. Donna had stripped her dress off and she was luxuriating in the erotic pleasure of being almost naked in front of an audience. Donna was both kissing her and trying to remove her vinyl panties. They were very tight, but Donna, like Lillian before her, persisted and she rolled them down, so they were now a tight strip of vinyl just under her buttocks. Jane's white garter, which was such an enticing feature of her thigh was still there.

"Jane, Jane I want to have you, now."

"Oh yes, Oh god Donna." Donna's right hand was now exploring Jane's sex, and she was pushing and probing it, generating erotic moans from Jane. Jane was trying to do the same to her, but Donna's uniform was too tight and needed untying around the back of her neck.

Julie and Lillian just could not sit and watch the slow seduction. It was unbearable being excluded. They gathered around, Lillian behind Donna, and Julie behind Jane. Lillian untied Donna's top and freed her breasts, holding and squeezing them. Julie's hand ran over Jane's back and then over Donna's hand which was currently squeezing Jane's round ass cheeks. Donna and Jane were engrossed in each other, and Donna had now managed to get Jane to an even higher state of excitement, her hands caressing Jane's labia and clit. Julie now joined in, sliding her hands over Jane's ass and thighs, and then slowly caressing her breasts. Jane was almost paralyzed with pleasure, a few grunts and moans of delight were all she could manage, her mouth fixed to Donna's, their kissing frenzied with passion.

Donna suddenly pulled Jane toward the bookshelf that stood by the door. Jane staggered, her panties tight around her thighs. Donna whispered quietly into Jane's ear, her lips brushing Jane's cheek.

"Bend over and stick out that hot ass of yours - while I get these off." Jane's prime, trim derriere and her thighs were only inches from Donna's face as she dropped to her knees. Jane's ass thrust outward, her hands now holding the edge of the bookshelf. Jane could feel Donna pulling the plastic panties down over her calves, and she lifted first one shoe and then the other until she was totally naked, excepting her garter belt and her white heels, their whiteness contrasting against her tanned legs.

"Go on Donna, fuck and lick her, make her explode. She's worth it." Donna did not need Lillian to tell her what to do, as she passed her tongue over Jane's slit and then pushed her forefinger into Jane's swollen pussy. Jane moaned in pleasure and Donna felt and tasted her wet sex. Her tongue traced out the curves of Jane's divine ass cheeks and removing her finger she pushed her head right up in between Jane's hard thighs, licking and tasting Jane's sex. The tip of her tongue was long enough to lick Jane's clit from behind. Jane shivered and moaned.

Donna luxuriated in the delight of her tongue sliding and probing Jane's beautiful pussy. Jane's thighs clenched around her head. Donna squeezed one of Jane's nipples with her right hand. That did it. Jane started to climax.

Julie and Lillian saw Jane's calves and thighs contract as she went on her toes pulling herself erect, Donna's head held tight between her strong thighs. Donna tried to hold her down on her mouth so she could continue to lick and suck her sex. Jane, however, was now past the point of no return. Trembling and writhing, she cried out as she came and she collapsed down onto Donna's shoulders, who surprised by this, rolled over backwards depositing the still-climaxing girl on her back on the rather tattered floor rug.

Julie and Lillian clapped and cheered. Jane got to her feet first, teetering slightly on her heels. Donna's hands caressed her calves and Donna got a magnificent view of Jane's wet sex just above her head as she stood over her, one well-shaped leg on either side of her chest. Donna caught an ankle and held her tight. She then sat up and, her hands sliding up Jane's legs, put her arms around Jane' thighs and ass and held the hard body close, her tongue flicking over Jane's smooth skin and the bottom of her wet snatch.

Jane wanted Donna and she struggled. "Let me go, I want you. Get off, for god's sake Donna." Jane was too aroused to be really annoyed, but she could see Donna's lovely body hanging on to her legs, preventing her from moving and she wanted to strip her and give her some of her own medicine. "Jesus, Donna, let me go, will you?"

She felt hands close around her breasts and she gasped as fingers suddenly squeezed both her nipples simultaneously. Lillian had come up behind her and was breathing down her neck, her long black hair falling on Jane's shoulders.

Twisting her head, Jane could see that Lillian had stripped down to her sheer black stockings and her heels. She noticed Julie was holding Lillian's black sexy satin panties. Julie had presumably stripped them off Lillian and she looked like the cat that had got the cream.

"You're not going anywhere sexy," she said. "I'm going to give you this". Jane felt it before she saw it. A hard, long, object pressed up against the top of her thighs, flicked inside her ass, and pushed against the small of her back as Jane writhed, trying to get free from Donna's arms around her legs and Lillian's hands which were still holding her nipples and cupping her breasts. Jane twisted her head and saw Lillian smiling sexily, her tongue flicking over her white teeth, her blue eyes flashing. Jane had just enough time to see the black belt around Lillian's slim waist and the huge pink dildo jutting out from her groin before Lillian's fingers squeezed her nipples hard once again making her cry out.

Lillian roughly pushed her forward. Donna let go of her legs, her hands sliding down her calves as Lillian and Julie propelled Jane forward and pushed her hard onto the sectional sofa. Jane's naked body bounced on the sofa, and scarcely had she realized her boobs were no longer being squeezed and kneaded, than the three girls were on her.

Donna grasped Jane's left thigh and knee and, almost as if choreographed, Julie grasped her right. The two girls' hands ran over her legs and pulled them open. Jane writhed and twisted, her ass lifting off the soft cushions as she tried to fight Donna and Julie. Lillian positioned her curvaceous body with its leather strapon over the struggling, panting, but aroused Jane. The large pink phallus strapped over her slit was long and thick. Donna's fingers felt Jane's labia and clit like an expert and, as Jane moaned, Donna said, "You're good to go, Lilly, she's wetter than a glass of water."

Lillian looked at Jane's tight body, her legs held apart by Donna and Julie. Her sex, red, wet, and swollen: waiting, asking to be entered and pleasured; her beautiful breasts: round, tanned and perfect with their prominent aureoles and her nipples stiff and taut. Lillian had already enjoyed Jane, but this was like a dream come true for her. She really had never thought she would be screwing the beautiful girl who had arrived at the party only a few hours ago like this. On her knees, she gently licked Jane's right thigh, her tongue descending the smooth skin until she could smell Jane's aroused sex and could see its oozing wetness close up.

"Oh my god, Jane." With this statement Lillian began to lick and gently suck Jane's pussy as if she were licking a warm ice cream, eliciting sexy moans and groans from Jane. Soon her whole mouth was full of Jane's intense flavors. Lillian judged the time right when she could detect Jane was beginning to tense and her breathing got faster indicating approaching climax and at that point she stopped licking, leaving Jane panting for more, her hips and breasts heaving.

She then kissed Jane, her red lips eating Jane's enticingly curved mouth, transferring Jane's sex juices into her mouth. Donna and Julie looked on smiling, as Lillian began to smooch Jane with abandon and Jane responded with real passion. Lillian's lips, tongue and teeth sucked and worked on Jane's gasping mouth. After what seemed like a long time and once again finally judging the time, she separated her lips from Jane's, smiled and with one hand holding the dildo straight out, she sought Jane's wet slit.

"Lillian, oh god!" Jane cried. The three girls laughed, Donna's hand caressed Lillian's breasts, her other arm held Jane's leg against her groin, her firm young legs wrapped around Jane's. Julie's hands and latex-covered legs were holding Jane's other leg. She fiddled with the garter belt around her surprisingly muscular thigh. Jane was completely open for sex and Jane wanted it so badly she thought she would faint. Donna said what was on their minds! "Go on Lilly, fuck our beautiful guest. Make her pussy so wet I can drink her juice. Make her spray all over us."

Jane moaned as Lillian penetrated her. The long, pink dildo slid slowly but steadily into Jane's pussy. Lillian savored every second as the shaft vanished between the labia. As each inch sank into the wet slit, Jane moaned in pleasure, and her hips rose up to meet the thick phallus. Julie could not keep her eyes off Lillian's superb body as she slowly pushed herself further into the trembling girl in front of her. Julie had to pull hard against the force of Jane's leg as she moved and gasped as more and more of the penis forced its way through the lovely orifice.

Lillian was now fully inside Jane and Jane was sighing and moaning and Donna and Julie smiled at each other knowingly. Jane was not far off climaxing. The two girls let go of Jane's legs and she wrapped her slim, hard limbs around Lillian's waist. As Jane's sexy heels interlocked behind Lillian's back, Lillian started to fuck her slowly at first, but then speeding up very gradually. Lillian was now breathing like an athlete, Jane and her breasts touching and sliding over each other as she got to work. Lillian's hips and ass pumped and pushed into Jane and, at the end of every stroke, Lillian exhaled. Jane's whole body jumped every time the strapon pushed as far into her as it could go, and Lillian's hips rammed into hers. Each time, as Lillian bottomed out, Jane's breasts jumped at the shock.

Jane had entered a mental space where all she could understand was pleasure and arousal. Stabs of intense rapturous gratification pulsed through her pussy each time Lillian pushed her body up against hers. She could feel the large dildo stretching her vagina and she could feel her wetness on her minge and dripping and soaking Lillian's thrusting phallus and groin. She closed her eyes, below the sharp pulses of extreme pleasure, the enormous size of the dildo stretching the walls of her vagina was a constant, but different stimulation, somehow on a different plane of excitement and enjoyment. Lillian's Celtic good looks, her face determined and concentrating on fucking was driving her towards that wonderful place of complete and utter resolution. Lillian's body was magnificent, her firm breasts shiny with a slight sheen of perspiration. The sofa was creaking and shifting over the floor as she pounded away.

"Come you sexy bitch, my beautiful girl, my fuck monster, come!" Lillian thrust hard and Donna pushed on Lillian's ass, keeping that huge phallus as far into Jane as it could reach.

"Yes, fuck her make her squirt!", Julie squealed in delight as Jane began to climax. She wrapped her legs tighter and tighter around Lillian's waist, squeezing the panting girl as hard as she could. This only increased the dildo's penetration, pushing the huge plastic penis deeper inside her. Donna pressed Lillian's beautiful round ass into Jane at the same time and, as her fingers erotically ran over Lillian's wet slit and buttocks, Lillian began to come too. In a paroxysm of pleasure, she withdrew the shiny dildo from Jane's pussy and then, as she climaxed, she slumped down onto the toned body lying under her, once again driving that huge dildo deep into Jane's foaming pussy.

Jane gasped and reached the resolution and state of nirvana she needed. The two women held each other's trembling bodies close and tight as they came and Lillian's ejaculate poured out, a milky fluid dripping over the straps and base of the phallus coating Jane's sex and her upper thighs.

Julie had been contributing to both Jane's and Lillian's pleasure, exploring the two screwing women right next to her on the sofa. As her fingers explored the two hot women beside her she masturbated, her latex pants halfway down her thighs and her fingers rubbing her clit. Julie thought that the moment Jane and Lillian climaxed was the most erotic thing she had ever heard and seen. She came soon after Jane and Lillian, her orgasm heightened by a whole evening of sexual temptation. It was not the same as actually fucking or being fucked by the others, but it was a fantastic orgasm just the same.

Jane recovered slowly, feeling Lillian's breasts against hers and the rough feel of Lillian's stocking tops and garter belt against her cum-slicked thighs. Lillian was catching her breath, exhaling on Jane's warm body underneath her.

"Jane, you are a gold-standard fuck, oh my god." Lillian was most appreciative. She thought Jane was a better fuck than Donna, somehow stronger, and more responsive. Donna had a great body, but Jane was utterly lovely, so beautiful, so tight and hard like a well-toned athlete. Wow, she thought, Jane is outstanding in every way.

Jane could feel her pussy still throbbing and pulsing, the huge phallus deep inside her. She remembered how nice it was to feel, when Nicky had made love to her, his penis still inside her afterwards, all warm and hard and then slowly turning flaccid, then sliding out on its own accord as his passion subsided. She was feeling very tired, and her head was swimming, but the three girls clearly had not finished with her. Both Julie and Donna were running their hands over her thighs and Julie was intent on kissing her on the mouth, which since Jane was out of breath, was difficult, forcing Julie to suck and lick Jane's neck instead.

Lillian's pulled herself out of Jane's pussy and standing up, she undid the strapon and Julie eagerly took it. Julie slid the phallus into her mouth and noisily and ostentatiously licked and sucked Jane's juice off it.

"Second-hand Jane, eh?" laughed Donna, "She tastes better from the source". Jane felt it was her turn to be in charge. Jane had been hit-on, sucked, fingered, licked, and fucked more times tonight than she had ever been and she wanted to give it back and Donna was the body she had chosen, the girl she had originally wanted when she had first seen her in her sexy police outfit all those hours ago. Jane, getting to her feet and at last kicking off her shoes, snatched the strap-on from Julie's hands and then pushed her hard, making her smack into Lillian and Donna who were holding each other, their bare legs entwined on the sofa. Donna's hand was on Lillian's pussy, her fingers rubbing and rotating the top of her minge, masturbating her.

Jane, although intoxicated, managed to fix the belt around her slim waist, the vertical strap passing under her ass and rubbing against her sensitive slit, the leather caressing and cutting into her labia as she tightened the belt. Donna was looking at Jane as she advanced on her, the penis extending from her groin long and hard.

Laughing, Lillian said, "I think Jane wants to fuck you, Donna." She unclipped Donna's halter top and the lace-up front that stretched so enticingly over her boobs. Predatory as ever, she gave both Donna's boobs a rough squeeze, and she and Julie moved onto the rug to watch Jane and Donna go at it. They reckoned it would be something worth watching. Jane fell on Donna. She was absolutely determined to make Donna never forget her. Donna could see Jane's passion and determination. Jane was going to fuck her with her own strapon, something that up until then only Lillian had done. Jane grabbed Donna's ankles and pulled her legs into position; Donna obligingly extended them, so she was lying on her back on the sofa, her legs with their 5-inch platform shoes in the air. Jane pulled Donna's tiny romper shorts over her lovely legs and fuck-me shoes and threw them as far as she could across the room. At last, she thought, I've been wanting to do that ever since I first saw her. Lillian and Julie were lying on the floor, Julie was masturbating as if the Jane and Donna show had not been enough so far.

Jane pushed Donna's legs apart, and then entered her and started fucking her vigorously. Soon Jane's naked body was glistening with perspiration as she rhythmically thrust away. The two athletic female bodies jumped and twisted together until Donna was gasping and moaning as Jane thrust into her powerfully, her thigh muscles working hard as she gave Donna a fuck she would never forget.

Lillian and Julie who were sprawled on the rug, their backs against the bookcase, were looking on and casually masturbating. Where they were, all they could see was Jane's shining back, ass and thighs and, lying against that well-shaped back, was Donna's shapely calves and those amazing heels. They could not see anything else of Donna, except her hands holding Jane's leather-belted waist. Jane's brown hair was damp with perspiration, and it hung in strands down over her shoulders.

Jane withdrew from Donna, and Donna, who had been about to come, said, "Jane, for god's sake don't stop!" Jane unexpectedly ripped off Donna's police cap and grabbed her ponytail and, using her hair, pulled her to her feet. Donna gasped as Jane was quite rough with her. She pulled Donna over to the wall opposite the large windows and pushed her into the corner, only a few paces from Julie and Lillian who were lying on the rug. Jane's hand pressed in between Donna's legs; positioning them the way she wanted them. Jane began to squeeze and manipulate Donna's choice feminine flesh as she leant against the cool wall. "Jane, make me come, do it, give it to me, please!" Donna kept looking around pleadingly at Jane, who, looking lithe and magnificent, had the giant strapon tethered around her hips. After she had worked Donna up to a fever pitch of arousal, Jane guided the phallus into Donna's pussy from behind and resumed fucking her again. It was not as easy as she thought it would be as Jane, although taller than Donna, was not the inches taller required to match her barefoot height with Donna's 5-inch heels. Donna sensed this and after whispering, "Wait", she turned around, her back against the wall. Jane entered her again, saying, "That's much better, isn't it?"

Donna groaned and nodded, her breasts rising and falling as Jane and her huge phallus once again slid into the young woman, weaving its magic once again. As Donna gasped and squirmed, Jane caressed Donna's firm boobs and continued kissing and licking her neck as she thrust up as rhythmically as she could. Soon they got into a fast rhythm.

Donna tried to stay the distance as Jane kept fucking her, but the orgasm was bearing down on her like an unstoppable river in spate. "Jane, Jane, it's coming, it's coming, don't stop!"

Jane was breathing heavily as she pumped her hips in and out. She could feel the strapon pounding against her own sex and the leather strap in between her ass cheeks was wet with her sweat and sex juices. Every time she pulled out of Donna, the strap tensed into her swollen slit, driving her wild. Every now and then the penis would slip out and she would have to use her hand to reinsert it into Donna's slippery vagina. Donna's beautiful gray eyes said all that was necessary even before she had said quietly, her voice welling up from a deep sea of pleasure, "Oh god yes, Jane, please make me come, please."

Jane pushed her hips, and the penis entered again, "Oh, oh god." Donna began to cum. Her body went rigid, and then she started quivering in Jane's arms as wave upon wave of sexual release coursed through her. Donna seemed to be hanging on to Jane, her legs around her hips and thighs, her platform heels at odd angles. She squealed in delight as the penis tore her red, wet pussy apart, its tip somehow penetrating a hitherto unreached part of her vagina.

"Jane, Jane, oh my god," was all Donna was able to say as she held on to Jane's nakedness. Jane released her and they both rested against the wall, recovering. Donna's stunning climax had made Lillian a little jealous. Would Donna ever want her again after Jane's skillful fucking? She felt a good deal of doubt. Both Donna and Jane seemed so physically suited to each other - both so beautiful and so fit -- was she now surplus to requirements? Julie and Lillian got up from the floor and snuggled up to Jane and Donna, kissing them both. Both of them had climaxed when Donna did. The sight of Jane making love to Donna was something they'd never forget. For Julie it was bittersweet. Sweet to see two amazing beauties climaxing like that, but bitter since she was as much a hanger on with these three women as she was when living in the apartment with Donna and Lillian in a nonexistent ménage à trois.

"Right, sexy girl," said Jane, "On your back. On the floor!" Jane waved her arms to indicate that Lillian and Julie should move somewhere else. She gently kicked Julie to get her to hurry up, the strapon flapping as she did so. Lillian slapped Jane's ass and tried to pull Jane onto the sofa with her, her hands all over her. "Come on Jane, it's my turn now." Julie leapt on top of Jane, her arms around her chest and the three women tussled on the sofa. Lillian was kissing Jane on the mouth and Julie was on top of her making an erotic sandwich with Jane in the middle. Jane in her intoxication struggled, her mind fixed on getting back to Donna.

"No, get the fuck off me!" She cried. Lillian's arms were around her waist. Julie, lying on top of Jane, was just enjoying feeling her hard body, her hands probing any and everywhere she could. Jane twisted and Julie lost her grip on her naked sweaty body. Julie slid off Jane falling on the floor with a thump. In the next moment Jane was free and she was standing over Donna, who had been enjoying watching them wrestling. Both Lillian and Julie pleaded for Jane to come back to them, but she ignored them and taking hold of Donna's ankles she pulled her over towards the center of the room, the rug being dragged with her. Donna liked the whole idea of Jane controlling her. Fucking hot, she thought. On her knees, Jane pulled Donna's legs together and pushed them further and further over until they were right over her head, roughly parallel with the floor. Donna held them, she was really happy to have Jane doing what she knew she was going to do to her.

"Yeah, babe, yeah, fuck me." Jane then positioned herself against Donna's tight hamstrings and, pushing down on the back of her thighs, she entered Donna's pussy once again and began to fuck her, thrusting down from above, almost as if she were doing pushups. Her breasts pressed against Donna's legs as she pumped away. Donna started to moan. Jane reached up and held with one hand the heel of Donna's sandals, to help steady her as she screwed her. Jane's beautiful ass thrust up and down and as she bore down, Donna's legs and body were twisted even further so the tips of her blue, painted toenails were touching the floor above her head. Her pulsing sex was filled with the hard, rubbery phallus. The rapture it was producing in Donna and the indescribable pleasure she felt looking at Jane's amazing body thrusting into her, her breasts pushing against her legs, her brown eyes communicating all Jane's passion, lust, and desire was just too much for her.

"Fuck, yes, YES!" The peak of her orgasm seemed to last forever as pulses of intense ecstasy passed from the top of her brown ponytail all the way down her beautiful body to the very tips of those 5-inch heels. Donna and Jane's mouths were tight against each other, kissing intensely as Donna held on tight to Jane, their bodies taut and rigid as the orgasm held Donna's body in its thrall. At last, the orgasmic wave subsided, and Donna relaxed. Jane fell forwards as Donna's legs opened, letting their bodies lie together, skin to skin. The two bodies were wet with sweat, their mouths still together. Jane was now feeling utterly exhausted, and the room was spinning. She closed her eyes to prevent the spinning sensation from overpowering her and, when she opened them again, all she saw was Donna's sexy thighs and red wet slit over her face. Donna's tongue was exploring her inner thighs and licking her labia and clit. She could feel her sliding her garter down her thigh and soon Donna had removed it altogether. Her head was swimming, but it did not seem to affect her ability to experience pleasure. She lifted her head and pushed her face into Donna's pussy, and she tasted her wetness, but Donna was so persistent she experienced at least two climaxes one after another, and she was unable to do anything but surrender to the waves of pleasure. She thought she saw Donna's thighs and ass move away. Jane murmured weakly, "No, don't go, I haven't finished." All Jane could think was that she had not tasted Donna's pussy enough. She then lost consciousness.

She awoke with a start and wondered where she was. It was dark with only a hint of light. She felt hot, and, after a brief moment of confusion, she realized she was very sticky and sore in between her legs. Then she remembered the orgy.

She tried to move but realized that someone's leg was draped over her. She managed to roll on her side and realized she was in bed and there was a mass of brown hair beside her. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was in bed with Donna, and it was Donna's smooth leg that was over her. This struck Jane as both incredibly sexy, but also worrying. She was completely naked. The bed was queen-sized. The two girls were literally spending the night together. Jane wondered where Lillian was, and what about Julie? She wondered whether anything else had happened after she blacked out. Her head was throbbing. Suddenly she knew that the last thing she wanted was to be in this apartment with these rapacious girls - she felt sexually drained and a little sick - she had had far too much to drink.

"God - where are my clothes, my coat and my bag?", she thought. She managed to slide out of bed and out from under Donna's leg. Jane could see her fine ass and the curves of her breast as she staggered to her feet and then almost fell over Donna's high-heeled shoes which lay on the floor at the end of the bed. The clock showed that it was 5:06 am. She was really tender in between her legs- that strap-on- Lillian had really given it to her, that was for sure.

She walked quietly on her toes out into the corridor and into the living room - the scene of all that debauchery last night. She corrected herself: it was only a few hours ago. The living room was dark, but the curtains were open, and she caught sight of her naked body in a mirror. She shuddered with a thrill of pleasure when she imagined herself being fucked. Jane was proud of her looks, and it gave her a real thrill to imagine what she and Donna, or she and Lillian (or for that matter she and Julie) had looked like going at it like rabbits. She felt her clit and labia again and felt her continuing sticky wetness. Would she ever come off this sexual high? She needed a shower, but right now she had to find her things and leave, pronto. Julie was asleep on the sofa. At least she had covered herself up with a long T-shirt. Looking more carefully, now she could see her dress scrunched up in the corner of the room. Julie was lying on her vinyl panties. She wanted them but thought Julie would wake up if she tried to extract them. She wondered however she could get home without panties, no chance in just the dress. She began to feel a sense of panic. She noticed Donna's cop's cap on the floor, together with the police outfit and she contemplated putting them on instead. She knew she would look hot in them. Donna had been positively smoking when her tight body had been squeezed into it. She decided they would be even tighter on her than on Donna. Jane was taller and her tits were bigger. Despite the lack of panties, she put her dress on. Fuck this is the most uncomfortable thing I've ever worn she thought, what was I thinking?

She tiptoed into the other bedroom, where she had been with Lillian when she'd first arrived and, sure enough, Lillian was there, sprawled out on the bed, totally naked, the curves of her beautiful ass and thighs catching the dim light from the corridor light, which dimly illumination the apartment. Her raven-colored hair completely enveloped her head. She was snoring lightly. The French maid's dress was lying on the chair and those sexy shoes Lillian had been wearing were there too. Jane saw her coat and thank God, her own white sandals mixed in with a pile of other shoes - presumably, Lillian's.

Lillian clearly liked shoes, she had lots of them. Like me, she thought. Jane pushed her feet into her white sandals and fastened the straps around her ankles. When she got up, she felt a wave of nausea sweep over her and she stumbled to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. Her nausea improved, but she still felt bad. She returned to Lillian's room, picked up her coat and put it on over her dress and thereby covering up her pussy. She found her bag in the kitchen and, thank God, her keys and wallet were still in it too. When she thought how careless she had been she could have kicked herself.

She walked as quietly as she could to the front door, her heels clicking on the wood floor and then she went out of the apartment, down the stairs into the street. The cool air wafting up around her thighs and pussy was reviving and she flagged a taxi that luckily just happened to be coming past. As she left the apartment block, she once again felt her head spin and a throbbing soreness in her sex from the night's antics.

She showered and slept the rest of the night and late into the morning in a dreamless sleep, surprisingly free of thoughts of sexy rapacious lesbians having their way with a beautiful brunette. Her adventures that night would be with her for ages though, firing up her masturbatory fantasies.

The next day later she got a call from Jonathan, the boy she had given her number to at the party. He was clearly smitten with her, and Jane thought him rather sweet. She agreed to go out with him the next week.

Shortly after that, Donna left a message for her. Donna wanted to see her again. She ended the call with a kiss into the phone and whispered she wished she were kissing her pussy. Much later Jane masturbated over the message a few times and then deleted it without calling Donna back. Later that day, first Lillian and then Julie sent her texts wanting to see her too. Jane couldn't manage all the attention. Is this what it would be like being a lesbian, so much fucking attention? Her brain just couldn't handle it. Jane wondered whether she was suited to all this. She decided to not encourage them, so she ignored them. She really liked Donna, but Donna was with Lillian, who she was a little scared of. Lillian's sexual desires, her passion, her condescending, dominant manner were all too much. She hated to imagine what Lillian would be like if she muscled in seriously on Donna. She was not even sure she was ready for any kind of one-on-one lesbian relationship anyway. She would wait to see how it turned out with Jonathan. Jane knew she liked women, but a real relationship; well, she was not there yet.

Two days later at the weekend her phone rang and when Jane answered it, she heard Jennie's voice ask, "Well, Janie how was that party? What happened?" Jane wondered what to say as she started to reply.