The Cooch Contest

As Josh, Jackson, and I made our way to the Penis Pageant, Madison led the way for the girls towards the Cooch Contest venue. Nat and Becca were just as excited as Josh and me, as they had only ever seen celebrity pussies being judged on TV and didn't think they'd have any chance of competing. Madison was barely able to calm them down, even when she reminded them that she herself had personally overseen all of their grooming sessions in the past week and that she felt confident they wouldn't be disappointed with their scores.

The contest hall was filled with hundreds of girls sprawling in the comfy chairs alotted to them, trying to find comfortable poses that optimally showed off their goods while making last-minute adjustments to their pubic styles using the complimentary mirrors and grooming sets. Madison introduced them to some of the friends she had made on the pro circuit, who had the most stunning cunts Natalie had ever seen in real life. She was momentarily dumbstruck by the perfection in front of her, until Madison's friends started kneeling down in front of her and Rebecca and offering honest compliments. "Gosh, I wish my inner labia peeked out as cutely as yours," Gabrielle crooned, her nose inches from Natalie's crotch. "Mine almost eclipse my outer ones when I get horny." -- "Take a look at Rebecca's mons! I'm trying to think of a better word than divine!!"

Encouraged by this friendly banter, the girls took up their positions in their numbered chairs while their host, four-time champion and local legend Indiana Castleton, introduced the jury and walked them through the grading categories.

As always, the jury was randomly selected to represent a fair slice of the population. All genders, sexual orientations, ages, and races were accounted for. Our society had long since gotten over the old adage of "only straight guys and lesbians can properly appreciate a pussy", and much like everyone had their favorite color, their favorite books and so on, you could ask anyone about their preferred cock or pussy aesthetics and get a well-reasoned response out of them. Pure exposure to all shapes and sizes of genitals had made everyone a gourmet, and the jury was selected to reflect the plurality of opinions present in our society. As such, no-one was surprised to see the chubby, fourty-five year old mother of three argue with the eighteen-year old gay Latino about whether tight-slitted or slightly open, labia-exposing vulvas were more aesthetically pleasing.

There was a comprehensive list of categories the jury was obliged to consider when grading a pussy. The quality of grooming and the ratio of the inner to the outer labia were high on this list, as well as color and texture. All of these were present on the jurors' rating sheets, and while the purely numerical values such as tightness or inner/outer labia ratio were simply measured and jotted down by assistants to be compared against preference polls conducted among the wider population, the jurors had a certain degree of freedom when it came to subjective categories such as pubic style, smell, and taste. All contestants were required to be wet -- aided, if necessary, by a mind-boggling selection of male and female assistants appealing to every taste imaginable -- so that the jurors could properly appraise the bouquet and subtle taste notes of their pussy juices. The amount of flow produced by the girls was also measured and compared against national preferences. At first, Natalie found it hard to get properly wet, but after the absurdity of seeing a sorority girl younger than she was lecture a wealthy-looking businessman on the finer points of pussy smell chemistry had subsided, she found herself able to just relax and enjoy the attention afforded to her humble vagina by a panel of professionals, and she was dripping wet in no time.

Natalie's tasty little cunt went over quite well with the jury. They took their time sampling her, gently and professionally spreading her labia to take in every detail, leaning in and sniffing her scent, delicately running their tongues around her crotch and appraising her taste. The last juror was a seventy-year old Iranian woman whose eyes lit up as soon as she had gingerly inserted her tongue into Natalie's wet hole. In broken English, she explained to Natalie that she tasted just like her youngest daughter, who had moved back to Iran, and that the taste brought back a flood of memories of the last time her family was complete.

Everyone had expected Madison to do well, but even she seemed a little surprised when it was announced that she was leading the field after assessment had completed -- her grooming had been particularly on point this year, and she had spent the last year developing her own secret diet that made her pussy smell and taste like a five-star chef's wet dreams. Her unbelievably tight cunt -- which was a continuous source of fascination and pleasure to all who knew her -- closed the deal and ensured that she came on top in every single category, as she was able to ride the crest of the wave of admiration from the jurors and produce an incredible amount of her gourmet pussy juice.

Natalie and Rebecca were quite pleased with themselves as well, considering they had had no hopes of even coming close to Madison. As it was, Natalie's cute labia and Rebecca's creative pubic hairstyle found quite a few fans among the jurors, earning them both respectable spots among the top quarter of participants.

They retired for a short break before the next event -- Vaginal Weightlifting, which was the only category in which Becca and Nat might have a chance of coming close to Madison's performance, and which they had both feverishly practiced for in the weeks leading up to the event. In the backstage area, they met up with us, who had had a similar experience -- Jackson and Madison embraced gleefully as he revealed that he had also come up on top of the Penis Pageant, while Josh and I were also more than content with the results of our first rounds. As we waited for the next round to start -- it would be Cock Pushups for us guys next -- we swapped stories and encouraged each other to keep up the momentum.