Every person I mention in this story is fictional and everyone involved in this story is eighteen and older.
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Hello Everyone! If you don't remember my name is Tiffany Arnold and my first day at the catholic school had changed me for the better. My naked antics led to many girls joining me in my revised dress code. Many still wore tiny thongs and other wore micro G-strings under their tiny skirts. With some encouragement from their role model, I would approach many girls. I would then put out my hand and ask for their underwear. They knew the reward would be me allowing them to kiss my perfect pussy and get me off right there.
Every girl would reach their thumbs between the waistbands of their tiny underwear, turn around, slide down their tiny panties. They made sure to keep their legs straight in order to flash their lovely pussy and booty hole to everyone that could have been behind them. They then got on their knees, lifted my skirt to expose my prized pussy, and they would begin their careful kissing of my delicate pussy. They began by sucking on my labia and licking my clit. They would notice the moisture building and just plant their mouth on my moist pussy. I would begin convulsing and moaning so loud that everyone that was not already watching would stop and stare of the sight.
Most days I would leave with at least 100 pairs of underwear. It made me realize just how much these girls wanted my pussy. Not much later when I was still continuing my checks, one girl named Terra told me to lift her skirt to check. To my amazement, there was a beautiful bald pussy staring right back at me. I did what any warm-blooded, horny lesbian would do with a pussy staring right back at her: I kissed the life out of her pussy with the intent to make Terra cum right there. Boy did she and she grabbed my head and would have pushed me into her vagina had it been possible. The sucking and clit pinching must have set her off as she finished cumming right into my mouth.
More girls had learned about what I had done for Terra and I suddenly had less panties and more pussies to suck, which I gladly accepted because what was I going to do with all those panties anyways. Skirts were permanently shortened and most girls could be found bending over with a bare pussy after my reward only encouraged it more.
I had the belief that the sisters just didn't care anymore since so many girls had joined with me in my new uniform and bare policies. However, I didn't realize that I was being set up since they knew this charade would end much sooner than I was realizing. I was going to leave much sooner than later since I was a senior and only had a couple months left. They left these little girls with the false hope that life would still be great after I had graduated.
At one point, they even encouraged the girls to just have sex in the middle of class with me instead of doing any more lesson plan. One day I had come in a crop top that not only came up so high that it exposed the under side of my breasts but also I had cut two huge holes near the arm that I had side boob for days. My skirt seriously did not cover the bottom portion of my pussy lips and left my butt completely unexposed. The sisters did not say anything to me through out the whole day and just let girls just ravage my scantily-clothed body whenever they wanted.
At one point I was naked the rest of the day because I had lost my scraps of cloth, which I had called my clothes, and was just naked for the rest of the day. At one point, I went up to the front of the class, sat on the sister's desk, spread my legs as far a could, exposed my pussy and had every girl in the class come up to my fully exposed pussy and eat me out until I came.
Every day would be getting closer to when Tiffany Arnold would be out of all of the sister's lives and all these ridiculous changes would be overturned with even stricter policies. Their goal was to make the student body ever regret going against them and joining the little slut Tiffany Arnold.
Tiffany had been enjoying her life so much that suddenly it all came to an abrupt end. With the tears of many girls, including my own, I felt that I had left a strong enough impression for these girls to express themselves freely that the school would belong to them even with myself being gone. The sisters knew without the ringleader they could re-control these girls, reinforce an newer, more awful dress code and made life much worse before Tiffany ever arrived.