Chapter 314: Darlene Pellerin, 15, Majordomo...

Karisha Washington took on a second, almost parallel assignment. In addition to the “Son-Fuckers” movie, she would create a documentary on the Snowball Contest. In some ways it was more interesting than the movie.

The point of positive distinction? The snowball contestants were so ordinary — students, wives, grandmothers. The movie was far more explicit so far as sexual acts, but the snowball amateurs made the contest seem so naughty.

The Snowball Contest had been announced on a Monday morning. By Wednesday, Darlene had 107 entries — after she eliminated the youngest girls. On Thursday, she spread the word — come to the auditorium on Sunday morning for a walk-through rehearsal. The Contest would be one week later.

The 107 women, giggling and nudging each other, ranged from 14 years old to 57. In the audience area, it was SRO for just the rehearsal. Sausalito Elementary had never seen such a large crowd.

Up on the stage, all eyes turned to Darlene, “All right, ladies, strip. Ray-Ray will be testing skin tones against the lighting.”

Cheers from the boisterous audience.

Of course the lighting test was just an excuse to get the girls naked. And they — none of whom had danced for Darlene — didn’t hesitate. They knew when they signed up that the the contest would be conducted in the nude. It was a tenet of the International Snowball Rules that everyone the world over followed. It said so in the Chronicle.

There had been no real reason to have them strip for rehearsal other than Darlene wanted them to. But there had been no resistance — just wide grins, and some easy laughter as they undressed.

As Darlene had first experienced with the Calendar Girls, there was comfort in numbers. Since everyone was nude, no one felt singled out.

It was quite a sight — 107 naked women ranging from teenagers to grannies. While there were some real hotties, there were also some rather homely women. A few quite overweight. Some with saggy breasts, cottage-cheese butts.

But they were all gamers — volunteers, many of whom were doing the gutsiest thing of their lives. And there was that comfort in numbers — everyone was in this together.

Another positive aspect was familial encouragement. Most husbands and boyfriends weren’t jealous — it wasn’t like wifey was going to be sucking a guy off. Several men were turned on by the idea of his wife kissing another woman.

Not, however, as excited as the sons. The idea itself — Mom snowballing cum! — was hot. But, to get to see her naked too — sign me up!

The daughters, depending on their ages, were either already snowballing, or considering it. Many were proud of their mamas for having the nerve to do it in public.

Sausalito Spirit.

To the town at large, it wasn’t just that the girls got naked — it was that each and every one of them had volunteered to accept a mouthful of Joe-Joe Lafayette-cum and kiss it into another girl’s mouth.

On-stage. On-camera. A live audience and a live-stream audience.

And, the contest itself was a valiant attempt to set an International Snowballing Record. Little Sausalito, Mississippi besting those fucking communist countries on the other side of the world.

On the left side of the stage, a bed with blindingly white sheets was set at a 45-degree angle. Ray-Ray had positioned two cameras for facial close-ups of each cum-exchange.

Darlene had explained, “Okay, ladies, listen up. When you’re lying on top, keep your mouth a couple of inches above the other girl. Make sure the cameras see the cum dribbling into her mouth.”

Nods all around. “Acourse.” “Makes sense.”

“Then you need to give her the last of the cum. Lean down — mouth-on-mouth — and you girls use both your tongues to get every last drop transferred.”

“Yes ma’am!” “You got it!”

On the contest day, one girl would recline on the bed while the one with a mouthful would lie down on her. The line of recipients stretched across the stage — each girl waiting her turn. To be a bottom-receiver, and then a top-giver.

“Now when you’re on the bottom — spread your thighs. I want to see pussy-on-pussy. We’re going to show those fucking Asian countries what sexy Cajun girls can do!”

Cheers from both the audience and the participants. Those 107 girls — caught up in the excitement — had just agreed to do more than snowball. They’d be putting on mini sex shows. But the idea made sense — they were naked, they were lying on top of a naked girl — pussy-on-pussy just seemed natural.

Ray-Ray had another camera which was already filming the panoramic view — 107 naked girls. He also had two of Darlene’s waitresses using hand-held cameras to film individuals, couples, and small groupings.

In addition, Karisha had two camera crews capturing additional footage for her documentary. Working title: “The Cum-Sharers of Sausalito, Mississippi.”