Chapter 255: Karisha Washington, Impressed...

In the schools, white was even more pervasive. Among both students and teachers. A few little girls had followed Eulalie’s suggestion, and were wearing white scarves. They’d left home wearing panties — and were now unburdened.

As the girls giggled and lifted their skirts, the teachers were indulgent. The classroom rule that cell phones had to be turned off was ignored completely. After all, it was Cunt Day.

The most popular teacher, Harriet ‘Harry’ Hebert, was also a long-time dancer at Miss Kitty’s. She was so enthusiastic, so in-demand in the Blowjob Room, that Kate had secured an impeccable set of IDs for her when she was just 14.

Harry had always been sex-forward with her students — encouraging each new class, “Fool around with each other, girls. Use you fingers, use your mouth. You boys too. You don’t have to worry about pregnancies — just lick pussy and suck cock.”

Harry surprised everyone on Cunt Day. She came to school wearing a clingy, ankle-length dress. But, at least it was white.

The modesty, however, didn’t last for long. After her home room students had had their initial round of flashing and videos with each other, she stood in front of everyone, smiling gaily. Slowly, slowly, she inched her dress higher and higher. Past her knees, past her thighs, past her bald pussy, past her waist, past her bare breasts, all the way to her neck.

Harry eased her arms out, and left the dress hanging around her neck like a scarf. She never said a word, just kept smiling, leaning back on her desk as the kids took pictures and videos in a mad scramble.

It was hard to upstage 14-year-old pussy, but Miss Hebert had done it.

There was no way to estimate how many thousands of pussy pictures flooded the town — they seemed to be everywhere. And, with exceptions only for careless shots, each girl’s proud, smiling face was visible.

In Contrary Mary’s, it was an ocean of white. Darlene had had no idea that there were so many short, white, pleated skirts like cheerleaders wore.

Free Happy Hour drinks for the ladies got the festivities off to a rollicking start. By 6 o’clock, the joint was standing room only. It seemed like wall-to-wall pussy.

Since everyone was laughing and flashing and posing, the party atmosphere cranked up even more as the night progressed. Laughing and giggling, the girls openly fingered themselves and each other.

Interestingly, by some unspoken, but universally-understood, protocol, the boys kept their hands to themselves. Cunt Day was for the girls. A chance to show off, to be seen, to be celebrated.

At home later that night, many husbands and boyfriends were the grateful recipients of eager pussy from turned-on exhibitionists.

Ray-Ray set up a special Cunt Day section on the Miss-Kitty website — and by Friday there were, literally, thousands of photos and video clips from all over town. Several rueful mothers who had sent Little Precious off to school wearing panties saw dozens of pussy-flashing photos of her on the site. There was a sigh, a mental shrug — what could Mom do at this stage? The cat, so to speak, was out of the bag.