Crysta and Donna - The Lunch Line (MF cunnilingus, exhib)
Donna spotted Eric as she approached the dining hall, and waved. "Hi 
Eric," she said, brightly. She was wearing her standard issue IFT pink 
minidress.  IFT is the sorority she was pledging, and she was following 
its strict requirements: to wear this official uniform and only the 
official uniform.  The uniform includes knickers, but today she wasn't 
allowed to wear them because her pledge mistress had confiscated them.  
That means no bra, no knickers, nothing at all under the dress, which made 
Donna very self-conscious, but she was thankful her mistress had 
confiscated the knickers, and not the dress. She was completely unused to 
going "natural", and especially with a dress so short as this one. She 
smoothed the back of her dress with her hand to make sure her ass was 
covered, just as she had done a hundred times already that day.  She 
discovered, again, that her ass was covered, but just barely.  At least 
it's a pretty dress, she thought.  It was tight-fitting on top, and flared 
out at the hips, which was a style that had advantages and disadvantages.  
She was glad it didn't ride up, the way tight dresses sometimes do, but 
she has to be careful not to spin around too fast or bend at the waist. 
Eric had been waiting outside the dining hall.  "Hi Donna," Eric replied, 
as he surreptitiously glanced up and down at Donna's tiny pink dress.  Did 
I see her muff?  Donna saw Eric's eyes wander, so she pulled her arm down 
suddenly, and tugged on the hem of her dress to make sure she was covered. 
 Eric's jogging shorts had a bulge in front that hadn't been there a 
minute ago.  I bet he saw my pussy she thought. 
Upon entering the dining hall they saw the long lunch line.  "Oh, crap!" 
Donna said.  The building had unusual architecture -- Frank Lloyd Wrong, 
Donna calls it.  It has two tiny spiral staircases -- poles with steps 
around them -- connected by a catwalk.  The catwalk is framed by glass on 
all sides, including its floor, so girls with short dresses run the risk 
their knickers will be seen by the diners below.  Girls without any knickers 
under their short dresses, well, they have to cup their hands over their 
privates the whole way over the catwalk.  Unfortunately for the IFT 
pledges, covering their privates is not allowed, and to make matters 
worse, everybody knows it.  The pink pledge minidress is an advertisement 
that screams "I'm not wearing any knickers, and I'm not allowed to cover 
myself, so look at my pussy!"  It's all part of the systematic humiliation 
of sorority pledges that makes all the more rewarding for the girls who 
finally make it into the sorority. 
Eric understood right away that Donna would be a sitting duck here, so he 
offered to go somewhere else for lunch.  Donna thanked him, but said she 
would tough it out, because there really wasn't time to go anywhere else.  
They took their places at the bottom of the first spiral staircase. 
"Where's Crysta?" asked Donna. Eric was Crysta's boyfriend, and they 
usually came together. To lunch, that is. 
"I don't know, I thought I'd see her here. Maybe she'll show up later. 
Where's Billy?" Billy was Donna's boyfriend, though she just calls him a 
"friend". 
"Billy has a class now. He usually skips lunch on Tuesdays."  Donna leaned 
close to Eric, her lips gently touching his ear. Her hot breath caressed 
him as she said, "Eric, will you do me a big favor?" 
Whether it was Donna's moist lips on his ear or her soft breasts pressing 
against him, something made Eric's dick push at the front of his jogging 
shorts. "Sure, Donna, what is it?" 
"Could you stand close behind me, and keep me covered as we go up the 
stairs?" She put her hands on his head to draw him even closer.  She was 
almost tonguing his ear as she added, "I'm not wearing any knickers, and I 
don't want people to see." 
Eric adjusted his pants.  He pretended he didn't already know she was 
bottomless.  "Oh, you aren't?  Sure, Donna, I'll protect you." Donna 
started up the stairs, taking the very tall short steps on the inside, 
next to the pole. Eric followed her but the stairs were so narrow he had 
to stay two steps below her. But he did as she asked, staying right behind 
her to shield her ass from view as much as possible. He wrapped his arms 
around her hips, and covered her pussy with his hands, just as she asked.  
He felt her neatly trimmed muff, and was surprised that it was a bit 
moist.  He rubbed it, just a little, and it got wetter.  Surprisingly, 
Donna didn't seem to mind that, so he gently  inserted a finger into her 
vagina.  He looked at Donna's face, expecting to see a reaction, but she 
just appeared to be staring into space, cool as a cucumber.  She took a 
step with her left leg, rotating her body a bit to the right, parting her 
legs.  Eric put a second finger into Donna's vagina, and began rubbing her 
asshole with his other hand as discretely as he could.  Donna moaned, and 
grabbed the central pole of the staircase with both hands. Her asshole 
relaxed, and he put his finger in, and kept wiggling both hands very 
gently and discretely.  His dick was rock hard.  He took special pleasure 
in trying to make Donna cum in public where she had to keep up an utterly 
calm outward appearance.  He knew she was very excited because she was 
sopping wet, but she was standing as still as a statue. 
At this point, Donna was dripping wet, but she was maintaining a semblance 
of modesty.  Eric moved both his hands to Donna's front, massaging her 
lips and clit with one hand and her vagina with the other while he began 
probing her asshole with his tongue. "Yes!" Donna said, forgetting for the 
first time to be quiet. Seconds later, Eric felt Donna's asshole and 
vagina pulse rhythmically. "Yes!" Donna said again, completely oblivious 
to having suddenly attracted an audience. Girl cum streamed down Donna's 
legs. 
"Look," Eric said, pointing to the gap in the line in front of Donna, 
wiping his face with his hand.  The line had advanced to the top of the 
stairs and halfway down the catwalk.  Donna trotted forward as if nothing 
had happened.  She pretended to ignore everyone who was looking at her, 
and before long, everyone did stop looking at her.  A trick Crysta taught 
me, she thought, thinking fondly of the way her roommate traipses about, 
completely bottomless. 
Donna pushed her hot, wet mouth against Eric's ear again. "Cover my 
bottom," she said. 
Eric looked down, and saw that people were looking up at Donna, and then 
he got her meaning. People were looking at her asshole and pussy, and 
pledges aren't allowed by her sorority to cover themselves.  So Eric 
hugged Donna from behind, goosing her with his erection, and grabbed her 
pussy with both hands. Donna leaned her head back on Eric's shoulders, and 
licked his ear, saying "I like that, Eric."  Eric's kneecaps were nestled 
inside Donna's knees, and Eric's dick was nestled between her cheeks.  He 
gently stroked her pussy as they walked slowly in lockstep along the 
catwalk.  No one below them got a chance to see anything. 
When they got to the second circular staircase, Donna gently moved Eric's 
head closer, and said into his ear, "You go first, and I'll follow. We'll 
face each other. I want you to hide my pussy from view, OK?"  Eric nodded. 
He stepped down the stairs, and turned to face Donna. Donna lifted her 
dress over Eric's head, and pushed his head between her legs.  He got the 
picture right away, and set his long tongue to work while he gently rubbed 
her cheeks with both his hands.  All eight fingertips took turns caressing 
Donna's tight little asshole while he rubbed his tongue up and down 
between her lips.  Every time he touched her clit an electric current 
surged through her. But she kept her mouth shut.  When Eric reached the 
bottom step, and Donna was still on the second step, she came again.  
"Mmmm," she said, and caressed his hair.  Without missing a beat, Donna 
stepped down, grabbed a napkin, and passed it to her friend.  He wiped his 
mouth, then set the napkin on his tray.  This has been quite a lunch line, 
he thought, and smiled to himself over his pun.  Donna smiled back at him 
sweetly.  He lifted her dress, and put his hand around her waist under it, 
and she didn't try to stop him, even though it exposed her ass to public 
view as they loaded their trays with food.  He's earned it, she thought.