Chapter 186: Tessie Savary, 14, Judge and Jury...

The Final Five — ranging in age from 19 to 39 — introduced themselves to the six middle school students whose votes would determine who was the Sexiest Mom in Town. And, they were also speaking to the live audience that packed the audition at John Lee Hooker. Plus — it was their coming-out party through a live-stream — they were also introducing themselves to the entire town.

It was a Saturday afternoon — chosen to ensure the greatest number of eyeballs.

The judges and contestants were up on the stage in the auditorium. The audience area was SRO. Expectations were high. The only comparable event was the annual Miss Sausalito pageant.

And that pageant was deliciously decadent — with barely pubescent girls flaunting it all. The Sexiest Mom pageant was similar, but even more intriguing in a way. Naughty but nice.

These five girls were among the most conservative, wholesome housewives in town. And yet everyone in the auditorium, and most of the viewers had seen their semi-nude pictures, and read their answers to deeply personal questions. Blowjobs. Orgasm. Licking pussy.

Plus, they were going to be topless — these paragons of virtue were going to show off their tits.

Shannon Trudeau had decided not to broadcast it on her radio program. It was a visual event — made-for-television. And if she had to describe the action, she’d be talking over the judges and contestants.

So, Shannon was merely serving as the emcee. Introducing the event, identifying the judges, and starting the proceedings.

To tease the audience, Kate had a waist-high device with a sheet stretched across it installed in front of the girls. That provided a bit of privacy as they undressed and applied their thongs. Although Kate had made sure the judges had an unobstructed view.

Shannon, “Alright, girls, costume-time.”

There was a brief hesitation, then Lisa Doucet giggled and pulled off her tee. The audience cheered and whistled as she unhooked her bra and hung it over the sheet. Her shorts and panties followed.

She was now visible from the waist up, but everyone knew she was stark fucking naked.

The other four followed. All five girls were blushing, obviously nervous.

Shannon said, “Judges, is every contestant bald?”

Several nods and giggles. One boy said, “Absolutely.”

Tessie Savary, Kate’s gal on the spot, said, “I’d better check.”

The Final Five were startled, but just stood there, half shielded from the audience, as the little girl stopped in front of each of them, bent down and pretended to study their pussies. The audience roared with laughter.

And that helped to cut the tension as far as the five girls were concerned.

Shannon, with a hand-held mic, showed the audience a package of thongs. “The proprieties will be observed.”

More laughter and applause.

What the Final Five hadn’t realized was that the paste-on thongs came in varieties of sheerness. The ones at Contrary Mary’s had been sexy as hell, but still covered the essentials.

These though ... they weren’t completely transparent, but pussies would definitely be on display.

The girls realized it immediately, and stared at each other. Lisa shrugged — what was she going to do? Pull her panties back on? Storm off the stage? Hardly.

Frowning in concentration, looking down, they applied the neon-colored thongs. They looked at each other, back down at themselves, at each other again. That helped — they were all in the same boat.

Two of the judges — one boy, one girl — each took an end of the partition holding up the sheet and ceremoniously wheeled it to the side and took it offstage.

The thunderous roar of approval hit the girls like a blessed wave. They stood straighter, subconsciously surrendering to the moment by holding hands and taking a little bow.

The five of them had made the finals because they were extremely attractive — that was a given. But Lisa Doucet stood out. She was not only photogenic, but telegenic. She looked terrific on the live-stream. But even in the auditorium, she drew everyone’s eye — Lisa had a glow about her.

They were more naked than naked. The tiny neon strips were barely an inch wide and commanded everyone’s eye-attention. Everyone in the room was staring at pussy. And that included many curious moms and their even-more-curious daughters. In a way, the pageant was family-friendly. Women, and little girls too, were picturing themselves up there on the stage.

The cheering grew louder, then a few stood up. Others followed — and the Final Five received the first standing ovation of their lives. They squeezed each other’s hands, smiled brilliantly, and straightened their posture even more. They had turned the corner and were now fully into it.

They felt the genuine warmth of audience-approval — yet at the same time each was hyper-aware of her own body. Each felt more naked than naked — and that sent a sexy tingle through them. In spite of the number of people staring at them, they were getting turned on.

Kate smiled to herself.

The girls had already been through a lot. They had entered the pageant knowing exactly what it was about — looks and sex. And ‘sex’ was the key word, the naughty bit of the equation.

They had posed, for the first time in their lives, in the buff for Ray-Ray. And then again at Mary’s. They had answered deeply personal questions online.

And now, more naked than naked, they were overwhelmed by the genuine enthusiasm of the packed house.

Shannon nodded at Tessie Savary, who asked the first question, “Lisa, when was the last time you snowballed cum?” Snowballing happened to be a topic of wide discussion throughout middle school that year. Boys, hearing about it for the first time were especially turned on. Girls were curious — many asked their mothers about it

For Lisa, a flush of pleasure from all the applause suddenly turned to crimson embarrassment. But she was stuck. She’d come this far, and felt compelled to answer. Then the initial audience reaction — so positive, so reinforcing — flashed back over her. She stood up straighter:

“Uh, oh gosh, lemme think. It’s been so long. Uh, I guess it was my freshman year — me an’ Carly — see I was blowing her older brother an’ Willy tole me to.” Shrug, “So I did.”

“Did what, Lisa?”

“Why I snowballed — you know, lay down on Carly and kissed Willy’s cum into her mouth.” Another shrug.

Audience cheers rang out:

“Bravo!”

“Good girl!”

“Way to go!”

Tessie smiled sweetly, “Was that a one-time thing, Lisa?”

“Oh no — see it got him excited, watching us. It was a way to, you know, get him hard again. Then he tole his friends.” Shrug, “So naturally he had us show them.”

Tessie nodded, understandingly. The concept of pleasing older boys was not unknown to middle school girls.

“Did you blow his friends too?”

“Acourse — Willy tole me to.”

“I understand — did you snowball their cum?”

“Oh no — Willy was real strict about that — he only let me snowball him. He had me jess swallow the other three.”

“What about your girlfriend — did you lick her?”

Lisa looked surprised at the question, “Acourse — Willy was a senior. I was just a freshman.” Which explained everything.

“Did you like snowballing?”

“Oh sure. I mean not so much at first, but then I got used to it. His mama called me an’ Carly the snowball girls. She was real nice — she usually fixed us snacks after Willy was finished with us. See, I only had two hours before Bible study.”

“Was that enough time?”

“Oh sure — they would cum real fast the first time.”

“Did that Carly help you blow them?”

“Oh no! Willie would never allow that, not his sister — he was the only one she could suck off.”

“And that was the last time you snowballed cum, Lisa?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Why is that?”

Again, Lisa looked surprised, “Why, nobody tole me to.”

Kate and Darlene exchanged a glance.

The bluntness of the snowball questions had startled the girls. But Lisa’s open, honest answer — and the enthusiastic audience reaction — somehow calmed the other four down a bit. Steeled them for their own question-and-answer turns.

And, they hadn’t forgotten about being naked except for that one-inch strip of silk — but that once-mortifying awareness was now turning into a positive. The cheers helped a lot. And the three boy judges were openly, but perhaps subconsciously, rubbing themselves.

That, and the fact that they were all in this together — well, that reinforced the positive vibes regarding their exposure.

They now shared a collective awareness that this stage appearance was, at the heart, about sex. They knew how good they looked. They had beaten out those 50 other girls. At this point, the money — a guaranteed $1,000 — wasn’t even a consideration. The girls were in the moment — sharing a contact high, riding the crest of a wave of eroticism and self-pride.

All five girls had erect nipples.

“Leslie Boudreaux, have you ever had two cocks in your mouth at the same time?”

She giggled and held her hand in front of her mouth. She was blushing from embarrassment and trying not to grin at the same time.