Crysta and Donna - VPL Roundup (exhib)
One of the most eagerly anticipated (or dreaded, depending on your 
mindset) campus events every spring is the Annual VPL Roundup. VPL, which 
stands for "Visible Panty Lines" is not expressly mentioned in the 
Official Dress Code, which is very long and complex.  The first few 
paragraphs read as follows:

1.1.1 Purpose
  The main purpose of the Code is to provide standards of modest dress for 
  students who attend the College, so they can have a learning environment 
  characterized by modesty, decency, and dignity.  The main emphasis of 
  the Code is to spell out the two main coverage standards.  First, and 
  most important, underwear must be covered at all times, and may never be 
  seen.  Second, the "private areas" must be covered while the student is 
  in a standing position.  Taken together, the main effect of these two 
  coverage standards is to encourage decency. 

1.1.2 Motivation
  A paradoxically immodest consequence of the two rules, each of which 
  encourages modesty, is to prohibit wearing underwear under very short 
  dresses.  On balance, though, the effect of these standards is to 
  encourage students to wear clothes with better coverage, for two 
  reasons.  First, most students prefer to wear underwear, and the first 
  coverage rule requires wearing clothes robust enough to cover the 
  underwear at all times and from all angles of view.  Second, if a 
  student is not inclined to wear underwear, the fear of exposing one's 
  privates will encourage the wearing of clothes with an extra margin of 
  decency beyond the minimum required by the Code, so they will feel 
  confident their privates are covered adequately.

The "panty rule" as it is called, has a lofty objective, to encourage 
decency.  Before it was added to the dress code, many girls wore 
micro-miniskirts and baby doll dresses, and relied on their underwear to 
cover their privates.  Since the rule was passed, fewer girls wear the 
very short dresses, but paradoxically, more girls go without knickers, so 
the overall effect of the rule as regards decency is mixed. 
The dress code goes on at some length, describing various combinations of 
clothing, alternatives such as body paint, and exceptions for bathing 
suits, etc.  But one part of the dress code that is not explicitly 
mentioned is VPL - Visible Panty Lines. It comes close to outlawing VPL 
where it says that underwear may not be seen.  But opinions differ as to 
whether VPL constitutes "seeing". 
During the VPL roundup, which traditionally runs from Mardi Gras to 
Easter, the Campus Patrol cracks down on certain dress code violations on 
campus.  This is just the time of year when the weather starts to warm up, 
and girls like to wear lighter clothing. The crackdown, say the Campus 
Patrol, is to stop girls from going to far in their clothing.  In 
particular, they look for violations of the panty rule while completely 
overlooking most other violations. 
Stories of abuse by the Campus Patrol abound. In a typical scenario, a 
girl will get into her car, and is approached by a patrolman. She says, 
"What's wrong, officer," and he says "I saw your knickers as you got into 
your car. That's a violation of the dress code." If she argues, and says 
she isn't in violation, either because she isn't wearing knickers or 
because her dress is plenty long enough, he will ask her to remove her 
dress as part of a "voluntary inspection".  The alternative is to be cited 
for an assumed violation of the code, stripped naked (the clothes are 
evidence of the violation) and given a summons for a hearing to be held a 
few weeks later.  Neither alternative is very pleasant, so often the girl 
will comply with the inspection.  As a crowd gathers, she removes her 
dress, and hands it to the officer. If she's not wearing knickers, the 
officer will ask her to put her hands on the hood of her car, and "spread 
'em".  Regardless of how far she spreads her legs, the officer typically 
kick her legs further apart. He'll tell her not to move while he "checks 
her for priors". Then he leaves her there to draw a bigger and bigger 
crowd while he ducks into his patrol car and masturbates. After she's been 
on display for a few minutes, he'll thank her for complying with the dress 
code, give her back her dress and send her on her way.  On the other hand, 
if she is wearing knickers, it's much worse for her. He'll write her a 
ticket for violating the dress code, and keep the dress and the knickers as 
evidence before humiliating her and sending her on her way completely 
naked. 
Then, at the hearing, the girl can defend herself only by humiliating 
herself further in front of a packed courtroom.  The girl is required to 
appear naked in court.  The prosecutor will call the Campus Cop to 
identify the defendant as the one he saw that day.  The cop will feign 
difficulty recognizing the girl with her legs together.  She will be 
forced to spread her legs apart, parade herself in front of the court, and 
bend over, and even let members of the jury spread her lips apart for a 
better view of her vagina.  At that point, the cop says he recognizes the 
girl, and she's allowed to sit down, but the humiliation is far from over. 

If she chooses to defend herself, she must get into "The Seat".  This is a 
test to see if the clothing worn that day was decent.  In this ordeal, she 
must put on the knickers she was allegedly wearing that day (the ones that 
were introduced into evidence), and the dress.  Then, she must face the 
jury, and get into The Seat. It's a fairly high seat that looks like a car 
seat. In fact, it is a car seat, bolted to a platform where the girl is 
supposed to rest her feet. It's notoriously difficult to get into the seat 
without flashing the jury, though many girls succeed, and are ultimately 
found "decent" by the jury. But surviving The Seat is just the beginning 
of the humiliation. 
By taking the stand, the girl opens herself up for cross-examination. The 
prosecutor will typically ask the girl to remove her clothes, which are, 
after all, evidence. If she covers her breasts and keeps her knees 
together while she's sitting in the witness chair, he will point out to 
the jury how the girl is covering herself up, indicating that she is 
ashamed of what she has done. If she leaves her breasts uncovered or her 
legs apart, even slightly, he will tell the jury she has no modesty, and 
they should find her indecent. 
The best thing a defendant can do at this point is to break down and cry. 
The jury will feel that she was probably guilty of something but that 
she's already suffered enough, and let her go. If the girl remains defiant 
in the face of this humiliation, the jury will often find her indecent, 
even if she's able to get in The Seat without flashing her knickers. When 
the jury comes back, the defendant, still naked, is asked to stand and 
face the jury. If the verdict is "indecent", the defense attorney will ask 
for the jury to be polled while the defendant sobs into her hands, leaving 
her legs slightly apart so she appears as vulnerable as she can. Often, 
this tactic will cause a juror to recant, and then the defendant will be 
let go. But if each juror repeats, "indecent", then the worst is yet to 
come. 
The judge has extraordinary leeway in setting the sentence, and judges 
have been known to be creative in their effort to humiliate guilty little 
girls.  Judges are even allowed to sentence a girl to be gang raped, as 
long as she is offered a non-violent alternative.  About half the girls 
sentenced this way actually choose to be raped, only because the 
alternative is worse, sometimes involving many days of humiliation. 
Once, in passing sentence, the judge said to the girl, "you have been so 
eager to let people see your twat, you will be bottomless for 30 days." 
The judge even went to the girl's apartment and confiscated almost all her 
clothes, leaving her just a few short shirts. This was reported in the 
local newspaper, with a photo of the bottomless girl (with her legs spread 
apart, even!) on the front page.  Apparently, the censors permit full 
frontal nudity under the guise of "news".  After her story was published, 
people came from far away to see the bottomless girl around campus. 
More often, the sentence will be no underwear for six months to a year, 
and for a certain number of random dress code inspections to be performed 
over the course of the sentence. In one famous case, the random dress code 
inspection took place at a major league baseball game. The girl's live 
picture was displayed on the scoreboard as the inspector asked her 
girlfriend to check for a bra. The friend patted the girl's chest, and 
said no bra. The inspector told the friend to reach under the dress to be 
sure. The friend reluctantly felt under the top of the dress, and said, no 
bra. The inspector said, the friend had to reach under the bottom of the 
dress. The friend hesitated, but finally got down on her knees, and 
reached up underneath the girl's dress and pushed her arms up until she 
was able to grasp both of the girl's breasts. The inspector paused while 
the whole stadium took in the spectacle. The girl was standing with her 
friend's head under her dress, and her friend's hands on her breasts. 
Finally the inspector said, "now I want you to use your tongue to verify 
that the girl is not wearing any knickers." Again, a long pause. Finally, 
the large lump in the girl's dress started to move upward, but the dress 
was too tight. Meanwhile a lump was forming in the pants of every guy in 
the stadium as a hush fell over the crowd. The friend, not knowing what 
else to do, apologized, took her hands off the girl's breasts, and used 
them to lift the girl's dress, revealing everything to the packed stadium. 
The friend extended her tongue hesitantly, and touched it to the girl's 
vulva. The stadium erupted in a loud roar as the inspector waved to the 
crowd and departed. It is reported that even after the baseball game 
resumed, the girls kept at it until they were both satisfied. 
A "panty rights" group has charged that the capricious enforcement of the 
panty rule actually encourages the wearing of much more provocative 
clothing.  They claim the Campus Cops target girls wearing long dresses 
and pants for embarrassing inspections, and that they conduct such checks 
in the most public places to discourage girls from wearing decent 
clothing.  A Panty Rights spokesgirl said, "It's bad enough that knickers 
are outlawed in the spring, but the way the rule is enforced makes it 
impossible for girls to wear a dress or pants.  Girls are pretty much 
forced to go bottomless during the spring."  A Campus Patrol spokesman 
acknowledges that short dresses are the norm in the spring, but denies the 
VPL roundup has anything to do with it.  He says that girls who would 
otherwise wear knickers are simply going without knickers to comply with the 
rules, and this should encourage them to wear more decent clothes, since 
they won't be able to rely on knickers to always shield their privates from 
view. 
It was now March, and the VPL roundup was due to begin. The Campus Cops 
were patrolling everywhere, looking for violators... 
Donna had heard all these stories about the VPL roundup, and she was smart 
enough not to get snared by any of the cheap traps she had heard about. 
During this season she wore a blouse and long pants or else a long dress, 
and nothing else. No bra, no knickers, nothing to get her caught by the 
Campus Patrol. Although she loved to wear very thin clothes, and she loved 
them skin-tight, she was also well aware there was nothing underneath, so 
she made sure they weren't too sheer. After all, Donna was a modest girl. 
On this day, she woke up in an especially good mood. The sun shone into 
her dorm room, and felt warm on her face. She closed the curtain, then 
stripped off her pajamas and admired her body in the full-length mirror 
while her roommate, Crysta, slept. She kept the light off, because she 
didn't want to wake Crysta. She eyed a bright floral chiffon dress hanging 
in her closet. In the past, she had always worn this dress with a slip and 
underwear. There wasn't any absolute requirement to wear the underwear, 
though. Sure, the bra provided some support, but her breasts were 
medium-sized and very perky, so they didn't really need a bra. The slip 
was there just to hide the underwear, which could otherwise be seen 
through the thin dress. But if she didn't wear any underwear, then she 
wouldn't need the slip, either. Her skin was uniformly tan, so there would 
be no "white bits" to show up under the dress. Well, it's worth a try, she 
thought, and put the dress on. Gosh, it looks great, she thought as she 
admired herself in the mirror. She smoothed the front of her dress over 
her breasts, and thought she might be able to see her nipple in the dim 
light of the room. She turned around, and looked over her shoulder in the 
mirror. My figure looks terrific, she thought. This dress is perfect! 
Donna couldn't wait to start the day, so she woke Crysta, and said, "Wake 
up, sleepyhead, it's a new day!" Crysta wasn't a morning person, so she 
moaned, rolled over, and went back to sleep. Donna opened the curtain, 
then whipped Crysta's covers off, and paused to admire her naked body as 
she sleepily reached in vain for her blanket and simultaneously curled 
into a fetal position. 
Finally, Crysta woke up. "You can't wear that," she said, rubbing the 
sleep from her eyes. She could see right through Donna's dress. She could 
not only tell Donna wasn't wearing any knickers, she could also tell she 
had shaved all but a cute little strip of pubic hair less than an inch 
wide and no longer than two inches long, extending from the top of her 
vulva. 
"I can wear whatever I want," Donna said petulantly, and put her hands on 
her hips. The sun was shining through Donna's dress, casting the shadow of 
her beautifully curved ass on the front of her dress. 
"But, but..." Crysta was trying to think of how to phrase this. She didn't 
want to hurt Donna's feelings, and the dress really did look nice, but, 
come on! This dress was just too thin, and really needed a slip under it. 
"Guess what?" Donna interrupted. Without waiting for Crysta to reply, she 
continued, leaning closer to Crysta as she spoke quietly, "I'm not wearing 
any knickers!" 
Crysta was stunned. Not because Donna wasn't wearing any knickers -- that 
she could see plainly -- but that Donna didn't realize how obviously 
pantiless she was!  How could Donna not know she was almost naked? Heck, 
she was naked! Did she get dressed in the dark?  Oh yeah, Crysta realized. 
She did get dressed in the dark. When would Donna suddenly realize she was 
naked?  Maybe not until they got outside. That would be fun, Crysta 
thought. She and Donna would be outside, maybe on their way to the dining 
hall for breakfast, when Donna would suddenly realize she's naked, and run 
back to the dorm to change clothes. Better yet, Crysta thought, I'll just 
bring some knickers for her to put on when she finally realizes her 
mistake. 
Crysta caught Donna's reflection in the mirror and quickly threw some 
clothes over it. She didn't want Donna to see herself and realize too soon 
that she was naked. She wanted to get Donna outside as quickly as 
possible. Crysta threw on a little black minidress that was one or two 
sizes too small for her, grabbed Donna by the hand, and hurried out the 
door. "I'm hungry," she said in an effort to cover the real reason for her 
hurry. 
"OK," Donna said. Standing behind Crysta as she locked the door, Donna 
said, "but you might want to pull your dress down to cover your pussy." As 
she said this, she stroked Crysta's front, and was surprised to find her 
pussy all wet and open. Crysta turned around to face her friend. "What are 
you so excited about?" Donna asked, and reached down for another feel. 
At that moment, Crysta reached orgasm, and her knees buckled. Donna caught 
her in her arms, and hugged her tight to keep her from falling. When 
Crysta finally righted herself, her dress was pushed up higher than her 
belly button, but she was so excited she didn't notice. Donna pulled 
Crysta's dress down, barely covering her beautiful ass. Donna stroked the 
soft skin between Crysta's legs and around her butt hole as she asked 
again, "Are you going to tell me what's got you so hot?"  It's you, Donna, 
who's making me so hot, Crysta thought, but she didn't say anything.. 
They began walking, Donna on the left, Crysta on the right, as Donna kept 
a hand on Crysta's ass, moving her wet fingers up and down alternately 
between Crysta's cheeks then between her legs to soak up some more of 
Crysta's love juice. "I don't know," Crysta lied, "maybe I had a sexy 
dream." 
As the two girls walked, boys and girls alike stared at them. Donna 
noticed the staring, but didn't guess that it was because Donna was 
practically naked.  Instead, she assumed they were looking at Crysta, 
whose dress was extremely short and tight, and who was clearly getting a 
nice hand job as the girls walked. Crysta shuddered as she came again. 
Finally, the girls arrived at the dining hall. It was decorated nicely 
inside, with plants hanging from the ceiling, and mirrors on the wall, 
which made the entrance hall feel roomy and comfortable. After the girls 
paid, they waited in line for their food. Crysta tried to distract Donna's 
attention from the mirrors to no avail. Donna ran her hands along the 
curves of her body, and admired herself in one of the mirrors, then all of 
a sudden she gasped, and covered her breasts with her hands. "I'm naked" 
she said, a little louder than she meant to. Heads turned in her 
direction.  She put one leg in front of the other to hide most of her 
vulva, and continued staring into the mirror. "How could you let me go out 
this way?" she asked. Her squirming attracted more attention. 
"You look great to me, right down to your landing strip" Crysta replied, 
and she touched her own wet, hairless vulva as if to demonstrate, causing 
an involuntary contraction of her vagina. She was still very excited. 
"I have to change out of this dress, but then I'll miss breakfast. What 
can I do?" 
"I just happen to have a pair of knickers with me. Here, take 'em." Crysta 
stood close to Donna, and surreptitiously handed them to her. "Act 
natural," Crysta said. "Put them on once we sit down, and no one will 
notice." 
Donna tried to act as naturally as she could under the circumstances. When 
she got her food she felt all the food servers looking at her landing 
strip, but she didn't want to draw further attention to herself by making 
any move to cover up. She just wanted to get her food as fast as she could 
and then sit down and put on her knickers. 
As soon as she sat down, Donna felt all the eyes in the room on her. She 
began eating as if nothing were out of the ordinary. One by one, 
conversations started up, and people seemed to lose interest in her. 
Finally, Donna unfolded the knickers, and slipped them over her feet. She 
worked them up to her thighs, then realized she would need to stand up 
briefly to finish the job. She looked around, and saw people mostly 
minding their own business, so she stood up, and pulled her knickers up the 
rest of the way. Then she sat down, and checked the room again. No one was 
paying any attention. 
"Now, don't you feel better?" Crysta asked as she sat down. Crysta's pussy 
was dripping wet.  She didn't want to wet the back of her tiny dress, so 
she had pulled it up out of the way when she sat, her dress was around her 
hips.  Many girls went bottomless during the VPL roundup, so no one paid 
much attention to Crysta's naked ass. 
Donna thought about the question. She had been so wrapped up in the 
logistics of covering up her landing strip, she hadn't had time to just 
relax and enjoy her breakfast. Now she breathed a sigh of relief, and 
said, "Yes, Crysta, I do. Thank you." 
"No, thank you," Crysta said as she absently massaged herself under the 
table with her left hand, then she continued eating with the right. 
When the girls had finished, Crysta stood up, and she saw Donna's eyes go 
to her naked and hairless pussy, so she pulled her dress down again, 
barely covering herself. "We're late," she said. "Let's get going." 
With that, the two girls bussed their trays, and headed out the door. The 
weather was warm, birds were chirping, and the sun was shining. Although 
Donna's breasts were bouncing clear as day under her dress, she felt warm 
and snug in her knickers, and all was right with the world. They hadn't 
walked but a few steps when they were interrupted by a Campus Cop yelling 
through a bullhorn, "STOP! VPL Violation!" Everyone started looking around 
to see if they could spot the violator. 
Donna almost pooped in her knickers when she suddenly remembered the VPL 
Roundup had started. Now she was embarrassed again, but this time for 
wearing knickers instead of not wearing them. Involuntarily, she covered 
herself with her hands, but it was no use. She had been spotted. She 
removed her hands, and waited for the cop to come over to her and begin 
the humiliating "inspection". It seemed to take forever as the cop moved 
toward her in apparent slow motion. Closer and closer he came. Then, 
surprise, he kept right on walking past Donna, and came to a stop in front 
of another girl who was wearing tight hip-hugger pants. Everyone stood 
still in frozen anticipation. Was this girl the violator the cop spotted?  
Donna thought about reaching under her dress and removing her knickers, but 
she was afraid that would attract too much attention. Now all eyes were on 
the girl in tight pants, who was trying to smooth the wrinkles in her 
pants to no avail. Her pants clearly had lines in them, but were they 
panty lines or just wrinkles? It was hard to tell. Donna tried to work her 
own knickers down as the crowd backed up to form a circle around the girl 
in the tight pants. 
The cop said, "I need to inspect you for a possible Code Violation." 
"I couldn't possibly be violating the Code," she insisted. 
"And why not?" asked the cop. 
"Because I'm not wearing any knickers," said the girl proudly, hooking her 
thumb in the waistband of her pants, pulling them down a tiny bit.  Donna 
thought she's probably telling the truth.  The pants were cut so low Donna 
could swear she could see part of the girl's vulva.  And they only covered 
a small part of the girl's ass. 
"Take off your shirt," said the cop. 
"No," said the girl. "I don't have to." 
"You're right. You don't have to. But then I'll have to cite you for a 
violation, and you don't want that, do you?" 
He was right. The girl didn't want that. So she slowly unbuttoned her 
shirt. As she undid each button, more and more of her ample breasts showed 
until she undid the last button.  At this point, the shirt hung open, 
revealing a strip of skin from her neck to her belly button, but her 
breasts were still covered. She heaved a great sigh, and pushed the shirt 
off one shoulder, revealing one beautifully round and plump breast. She 
slowly worked her arms out of the shirt, and shrugged her shoulders, and 
let the shirt fall. She picked up the shirt, and handed it to the cop. 
"Now, since you're such a good sport," said the cop, "I'll let you keep 
your knickers on. Just take off your pants." 
"I keep telling you," said the girl, "I'm not wearing any knickers!" 
"Well, then, you have nothing to worry about. Just give me your pants, and 
I'll let you be on your way." 
"You'll give my clothes back to me?" 
"No, I'll need to keep them for evidence." 
"Evidence of what?  If I'm not wearing any knickers then I'm not guilty of 
anything." 
"You're guilty of failing to comply with the field dress code check." 
"Let me see if I understand this," the topless girl said.  "I have to 
strip naked so you can verify I'm not wearing knickers, then you keep my 
clothes for evidence that I'm not complying with your little check, is 
that it?" 
:"Now you understand." 
"Then I'll be naked." 
"You're right, it's not fair."  The cop eyed the topless girl, and 
continued, "OK, I'll make a deal with you.  Are you clean shaven?" 
The girl blushed, and said in a small voice, "Yes." 
"If you're not wearing any knickers, and you are clean shaven, then I'll 
let you have something to wear so you won't be naked." 
The girl figured this would be the best deal she would get today, so she 
pulled on the legs of her pants and wiggled her hips.  The pants were so 
low, they didn't even have a zipper or button.  By the time she had 
lowered her pants just an inch, it was easy to tell there were no knickers. 
 Another inch, and she was in full view, and no hair to be seen.  She 
pulled her pants down, revealing a completely hairless pussy. She stepped 
out of her pants, and handed them to the cop. He excused himself, and 
brought the girl's clothes to his squad car, and locked them in the trunk. 
When he returned, he just stood at the edge of the circle of spectators, 
admiring the girl.  She stood, legs apart, hands on hips.  Her beautifully 
rounded ass glistened in the morning light.  Her smooth pussy peeked 
between her legs.  Her firm breasts stood out from her firm body.  
Finally, she said, "Aren't you going to give me something to wear?" 
"Oh, sure," he said, resting his chin in his hand as if he was thinking. 
"You can wear the clothes of the first person here who resists your sexual 
advances." 
The girl spun around and surveyed the crowd that had gathered. One boy in 
the back decided he had seen enough, and started to leave. 
"Seize him!" said the cop. Others grabbed the boy and forced him to come 
back. No one else dared try to leave. 
The girl smiled. Now the shoe is on the other foot, so to speak, she 
thought. She ran her finger across the chest of one boy, and up the leg of 
one girl. Then she came to Donna, who by this time had removed her knickers 
and tossed them somewhere. She grabbed Donna's breasts, one in each hand, 
and rubbed them hard. Donna didn't resist. The girl lifted Donna's flimsy 
dress, and massaged Donna's pussy. Donna spread her legs apart farther.  
Donna said, "I won't resist you.  Have your way with me." 
"I don't want your dress, anyway," the girl said. "Too thin." 
Then she turned her attention to Crysta. She ran one finger of each hand 
along the inside of Crysta's legs, starting at each ankle, then her 
thighs, and finally meeting at the wet place between her legs. "You seem 
happy to see me," said the girl, as Crysta repositioned her legs to give 
the girl better access. The girl moved her hands along Crysta's front, 
lifting her dress, exposing Crysta's clean-shaved pussy.  Crysta made no 
move to resist as her firm belly came into view. Crysta raised her arms as 
the girl as she continued lifting the dress, exposing Crysta's breasts. 
The girl removed Crysta's little black miniskirt, and put it on herself. 
It fit her very snugly. 
The cop said, "Uh uh uh, you can't have that dress unless your sexual 
advances are refused." 
The girl pouted, took off the dress, and handed it back to Crysta, saying 
"Put this on, but only as far as it settles by itself; don't pull it down. 
In fact, I want you to promise me you won't pull it down all day, do you 
promise?" Crysta nodded, and let the dress fall about her hips, leaving 
her pussy and her ass fully exposed.  To avoid any appearance of resisting 
this order, and also because it felt good to do so, Crysta spread her legs 
apart, exposing her excitement to full view. 
Emboldened by this, the girl turned next to a beautiful blonde wearing a 
t-shirt and blue jeans. "Are you wearing knickers?" she asked the girl. 
When the girl didn't answer right away, the naked girl kissed the blonde 
full on the lips, and thrust her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Rather 
than resisting this advance, the blonde put her arms around the naked 
girl, and kissed back. The naked girl unzipped the blonde's pants, and 
thrust her hands into them, one in front, the other in back. She pushed 
the jeans down, revealing a complete lack of knickers. The blonde responded 
by spreading her legs apart as far as they would go with the jeans around 
her knees, and continuing to kiss the naked girl. 
"Could you remove the buttons from your shirt, please?" asked the naked 
girl. The blonde complied, pulling the buttons off, one by one, and 
throwing them on the ground. When she had finished, she moved her shirt 
flaps aside so everyone could see her breasts. Addressing Crysta, she 
said, "Bottomless girl, will you come here and lick the blonde's pussy, 
please?" Crysta knelt by the blonde and started licking. "No, bottomless. 
Stand up, legs apart, and lick." Crysta stood up, put her legs apart, 
leaned at the waist, and continued licking. "Sheer dress girl, come here 
please, and lick the asshole of bottomless." Donna came over to Crysta's 
backside, and spread her cheeks apart, and started licking Crysta's 
asshole.  "Sheer, I want you to leave bottomless with the cleanest asshole 
in the whole state," said the naked girl. Crysta helped by spreading her 
legs apart as far as possible. Donna started giving Crysta a rim job she 
would not soon forget.  She rubbed Crysta's pussy with one hand, and 
rubbed her breasts with the other as she licked her asshole. Donna could 
feel Crysta's asshole pulse as wave after wave of orgasm swept Crysta. 
Donna responded by thrusting her tongue in and out of Crysta's asshole 
with each contraction. Crysta's orgasms were piling one on top of the 
other, each one starting before the previous one had ended. She was in 
such a state, she didn't know her own strength, and ripped the blonde's 
blue jeans completely in half between the legs while continuing to thrust 
her powerful tongue deep into the blonde's pussy. The naked girl pushed 
the blonde's legs farther apart, now that they weren't encumbered by the 
jeans, and from behind, she licked the downy soft hairs between the 
blonde's pussy and her asshole. The naked girl slobbered and licked, her 
tongue sometimes touching Crysta's who was working on the blonde's other 
side. She licked in long strokes all the way from the blonde's vagina past 
her asshole, to the top of her butt crack. The blonde moaned, but she 
didn't resist. She relaxed her sphincter allowing the naked girl to 
penetrate her asshole slightly with each lick. The blonde bent forward and 
fell upon Crysta as she reached orgasm, pushing Crysta to her knees. The 
naked girl kept pushing her tongue into the blonde's asshole, and felt the 
blonde's pleasure as her asshole pulsated. The blonde stroked Crysta's 
breasts as she heaved with orgasm after orgasm. Eventually, the girls 
collapsed in a heap of satisfaction, each having come multiple times. 
The blonde asked, "May I zip up my pants?" 
The naked girl thought about this request, and finally said, "No one has 
cleaned my asshole yet, and I'm afraid it might be dirty. If you follow me 
around like a dog, and lick my asshole whenever I spread my legs apart, 
then I will allow you to zip up what's left of your pants." The blonde, 
eager to comply, ran to the naked girl, and knelt behind her. She began 
licking the naked girl's butt crack to show eagerness. The naked girl 
spread her legs apart, and leaned slightly forward to show she was ready 
for a cleaning. The blonde seized the opportunity, and slobbered a great 
stroke all around the naked girl's asshole. 
"I'm still naked." She stated the obvious, and paused to be licked from 
pussy to asshole and beyond. It was such a pleasurable feeling, she spread 
her legs farther apart and allowed herself to be licked again. I need one 
of you to resist me so I can have your clothes. 
"You!" said the naked girl to a quiet girl in blue shorts and a t-shirt. 
"Take off your clothes and lick my pussy." She immediately did as she was 
requested, even as the blond continued to follow behind the naked girl. 
While it was fun to have everyone not only comply but so eagerly, it was 
getting late, and she was still quite naked. Unless she got someone to 
argue with her, she would be going home naked. In desperation the naked 
girl said to the cop, "Take off your pants, and push your hard cock into 
my nice clean asshole." 
The cop said, "No, not me." 
All at once, all the naked and half-naked girls said "he resisted!" They 
surrounded him, ripped at his clothes, and stripped him naked. They left 
him on the ground, and gave his nice blue uniform to the naked girl. They 
all put on their clothes, as well as they could. The naked girl was now 
wearing the cop's pants and shirt which were way too big for her. The 
blonde had to leave her shirt open because it had no buttons, and her 
pants were so badly ripped she had to hold them up, or they would just 
fall down. Anyway, it didn't matter much because her ass was completely 
exposed. The naked cop got in his squad car and drove off. Donna lost her 
knickers, but kept her dress, and wore it proudly the rest of the day. And 
Crysta left her dress up around her waist because she'd promised, and a 
promise is a promise.  Besides, she still felt so warm about her pussy and 
asshole she liked the feel of the cool breeze against her bottom parts.