Chapter 332: Darlene Pellerin, 15, Snowball Express...

After the Snowball Contest, the 107 women were the toast of the town. Shannon Trudeau, in her most decadent photo ever, ran a picture on the front page of the Sausalito Chronicle. It showed Chloé Bardot naked with her mouth wide open. Tammy Lafayette was holding Joe-Joe’s cock as it spurted. The shot captured his first glob of cum — caught in mid-flight — sailing toward Chloé’s mouth. Hazel Musson, the 57-year-old grandmother, was in the background, naked and waiting to snowball.

”50 Sausalito Snowballers Shatter International Record!”

The photograph set two precedents — the first-ever penis shot. The first-ever cum shot.

Teachers in almost ever classroom posted that front page prominently. The photograph had become an instant classic. Ray-Ray printed 2,000 copies.

Most teachers also pinned up the Snowball Motto — “Don’t Swallow — Share!”

Several teachers created new versions:

“Be Fair — Share!”

“Don’t Be Square — Share!”

“It’s in the Air — Share!”

There’s No Compare — Share!”

“Get Bare — Share!”

“Don’t Despair — Share!”

For the boys, “Grow a Pair — Share!”

A new line of teeshirts — I Share! — came out in a variety of colors and sizes. The slogan was under a drawing of a large set of balls and a huge erection. With three globs of cum spurting upwards. An instant hit all across town. Girls, wives, mothers, grandmothers — Simmons Department Store couldn’t keep them in stock.

The evolution: Back in the day, young girls, some shy and blushing, others, often peppy and giggly, would sneak off and give their first handjobs. That quaint practice had given way, almost universally, to blowjobs.

Swallowing. Every little girl had grown up knowing that everyone — everyone! — swallowed cum. That was now so passé. These days, when someone blew a boy, it was just expected — almost required — that at least one friend would be there to snowball.

And, after the Contest, it became the in-thing for several little girls to snowball. The more snowballers, the more prestige.

What Darlene found most interesting — even though she heard of it only anecdotally — was that the snowballing craze wasn’t the domain of only schoolgirls. Housewives, mothers, even grandmothers, had taken to the craze with enthusiasm.

Best of all, in Darlene’s mind, little girls were now growing up knowing that snowballing was not only the norm, but was expected. The youngest girls, and several boys, were now practicing with milk. Often with their mothers’ encouragement.

After school, and especially on sleepovers, naked little girls would lie on top of each, sharing milk, learning how not to swallow, and deep-kissing at the end.

Two of Darlene’s little Cajun girls created a signup sheet for the next Snowball Contest. A week later, they had almost 200 names.

A separate Boys-Only contest had 43 early adopters.

Even Darlene’s girls in the two Blowjob Rooms at Miss Kitty’s would snowball for an extra $10. More than half of the customers went for the extra show.