The Orgy That Crowned the True Beauty Queen

The jury’s verdict was unanimous: Daniela was the winner. The girl cried with emotion, hugged her rivals, and stepped forward so they could place the crown on her head. Everyone applauded, even Romina, who until the very last second had believed the title would be hers.

Seeing Daniela crowned was like someone driving an icicle straight into her chest. But you had to know how to lose. She couldn’t deny her rival was gorgeous: a face of perfect angles, a delicate nose, high cheekbones. Those fine, refined features had probably won her first place.

With a lump in her throat, Romina watched as the crown settled onto Daniela’s long brown hair. The winner was still crying, but she was smiling with such purity that even Romina was moved. The losers left the stage so the applause could belong to one woman alone. It was her moment, and no one could ruin it for her.

Romina knew how to take a fair defeat. She would prepare better for next year’s pageant. It wasn’t the end of the world. Besides, the rules forbade a winner from competing again: she became part of the jury for two editions. Without Daniela on the runway, Romina was sure she could take the title.

She trusted her face, inherited from a mother with Nordic roots, and the likability she inspired in people. For the judges it must have been a very close call. They gave her second prize, which didn’t mean much. She had lost by a hair, but she had lost.

At least she had beaten Brenda. That freckled girl with the huge eyes and that spontaneous smile that could make anyone onstage lose their footing got on her nerves. Tender and sexy at the same time, she was a tough rival. But this time she had to settle for third place.

***

She spent a whole year preparing, physically and mentally. Her confidence grew month by month, and two weeks before the new pageant Romina was convinced the victory would be hers. She had every outfit picked out, colors that made her hair stand out, longer than ever. For months she had practiced a subtle, feline way of walking.

This time I’m going to win. I can feel it in my chest.

Everything was going wonderfully. She was trying out makeup in front of the mirror in her room when her phone vibrated with an email notification. She didn’t recognize the sender; it wasn’t even a pronounceable name, just a string of letters and numbers. She opened it out of sheer curiosity.

She couldn’t believe her eyes. At first she thought it was a joke, doctored photos made with some editing program. Yes, that had to be it. But everything looked so real that not even the best digital retouching could have produced something so convincing.

The email was full of images of Daniela in more than compromising situations. That sweet, angelic girl suddenly looked like a porn star. The first photo hit her the hardest. It came with a caption: “This little princess loves being bathed in cream, like a goddess.”

In the image, Daniela looked perfectly serene, the crown held in place on her head so it wouldn’t fall and ruin her hair. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips barely curved in a smile, and over her nose and mouth were thick lines of semen coming from an erect cock a few inches from her face. Behind her, a young woman had stretched out a hand to fondle the man’s testicles.

Romina checked the following photos and recognized that young woman: it was Carolina, one of the judges, the winner from the year before Daniela’s.

The jury was made up of four men and two women, the latter winners from past editions. With the crown, Daniela had also won the right to sit at that table. And now Romina knew what her rival had had to do to claim the prize.

“That hypocrite,” she muttered. “She let the whole jury fuck her.”

She couldn’t tolerate it. It hadn’t been a clean victory.

She examined every image without understanding who had sent them or why. But there they were, beyond a doubt, the four male judges and the two female judges. Daniela posed holding two cocks, smiling as if they were trophies. She sucked them with an enthusiasm Romina didn’t think suited someone who never talked about sex. How could a girl so reserved end up at the center of an orgy?

“Of course,” she told herself. “She did it to win.”

She felt sick. She couldn’t conceive of a woman that beautiful lowering herself like that, not even for such an important title. She knew Daniela came from a good family; she had seen her turn down the men who came on to her. The contestants had that happen all the time, herself included. That was precisely why she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

There were dozens of photos: Daniela sucking a cock while masturbating two others, still in her crowning dress; Daniela naked with the crown on, legs spread, a thick cock buried in her perfectly shaved sex. And yet she had once told Romina she never shaved for pageants, that she thought it was unnecessary. It was obvious she had arrived that night fully prepared.

Sucking cocks and getting cum in her face seemed to be only the beginning. There was also sex between women, something that left Romina thrown completely off balance. She had never heard Daniela express the slightest interest in another girl. They had changed clothes together a thousand times and she had never once caught her looking in the wrong place.

Now she saw her with her tongue between Carolina’s thighs, Carolina offering herself with her legs wide open. There was no motion in the photos, but Romina understood this was serious: Daniela was sucking her lips and clit while, according to another image, one of the men was fucking her from behind.

***

Despite her anger, Romina started to get hot. Betraying her own principles, she had no choice but to strip and start touching herself. It had been more than a week since she’d done it; she’d been saving it to relieve the tension before the contest. But this time it was pure horniness, a horniness she was ashamed to admit.

She rubbed her clit while watching Daniela take one cock after another into her mouth, or open her legs so she could be pounded to the hilt. Sometimes one of the judges would join in, licking her sex or letting Daniela lick hers. The dirty thrill dragged her along, and she was surprised to find herself wondering what it would feel like to have so many men available all at once.

She wasn’t a virgin, but for her sex had always been tied to affection. She had only slept with two boyfriends, and nothing resembled what she was seeing in those images. And the women? Why was Daniela going down on other women with such total commitment?

“At least she’s sucking very pretty girls,” she thought, turned on. She had never pictured herself licking another woman’s sex. But if a girl was beautiful enough to win a beauty contest, maybe she could consider it. Just out of curiosity. She admired female beauty, like anyone who competed in that.

She pushed those thoughts away. If someone had sent her those photos, it was surely to take her down, to throw her off before the pageant. A trap. She decided none of it would stop her from being crowned. Maybe, once she had the title, she would use her influence to show the world Daniela’s dirty tricks. But for now she would focus on winning.

***

The day arrived. While she fixed her hair in her tiny dressing room, Romina received an unexpected visit.

It was Daniela. Hypocrite Daniela.

She greeted her with hatred sparking in her eyes. The other woman only smiled, with that angelic face, as if she were the purest creature in the world.

“I imagine you’ve already seen the email I sent you,” Daniela said.

Romina was speechless.

“What email?”

“You know... the one with the photos.” She winked at her.

“You sent it?” Her whole world began to collapse. It made no sense. Why would she incriminate herself?

“Yes. I sent it. And you must be wondering why.”

Romina paused. She needed to think, but her brain had frozen.

“Why did you send me that?” she asked at last.

“It’s a tradition.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t know either. I found out last year, just like you. Carolina sent me an almost identical email to the one you got, but with photos of her.”

“She did the same thing?” She asked it by reflex, because by then she already knew Carolina was in on it.

“Yes. And like you, I went crazy. I wanted to report her. I thought she had won the contest by sleeping with the jury.”

“And wasn’t that what happened? Isn’t that what you did?” Romina snapped angrily.

“No. Hard as it may be for you to believe, that’s not what happened. Sit down and I’ll explain.” Romina sat only so the other woman could keep talking. “The contest is real, the most beautiful girl wins... but it doesn’t work the way everyone thinks. Have you never wondered why they insist so much on winners coming back? Never noticed that the title always goes to someone who has already competed before?”

“I thought it was to reward experience.”

“Not exactly. The winner is decided a year in advance. When Carolina was crowned, that same night they chose me for the following year. I competed knowing I was going to win.”

“Of course, because you let the whole lot fuck you.”

“You know something, Romina? At first I reacted just like you. I thought Carolina was some slut, and I considered myself incapable of doing something like that. Sleeping with so many people, men and women, all at once. And yet I loved it. When it happened, I loved it. It was the best night of my life. I had never felt so beautiful.”

“You’re a whore.”

“Maybe a little. I’ll own that.” She smiled shamelessly. “And it wasn’t the last time. After that came many parties, I met other queens from previous years. I ended up at celebrations with more than fifty people. At some point you stop knowing who’s fucking you. It’s a beautiful kind of madness.”

“You disgust me.”

“I was disgusted too when Carolina told me. But those things seem insane only while you believe they’re unreal, impossible. The day someone assures you that you can live them... everything changes.” She lowered her voice. “Tell me, Romina, if I promised you the best night of your life, with four men and two women devoted to you, would you say yes? Think carefully before answering, because the offer is very real. If you say yes, tonight you’ll be the queen of an orgy, and we’ll all be there to give you pleasure.”

She laid a hand on Romina’s thigh and slid it down to her crotch.

“I’m going to eat you out every time you ask me to.”

Romina swallowed. Daniela was truly beautiful. No matter how much she denied any interest, she couldn’t say that the idea of having her between her legs didn’t turn her on.

“But... do I have to say yes to win?”

“No,” Daniela assured her. “That’s the best part. You can refuse and still win. In fact, you’ve already won. I chose you last year as the next queen. Everything that happens onstage is a performance. The crowning is now, nothing more. And you’ll get to choose next year’s winner, who will have the same prize I had and that you can have.”

“You chose me?”

“Yes.” She moved so close their lips almost brushed. “Because I think you’re really sexy. I’ll be honest: I want to fuck you. I have for a while. You can’t imagine how many times I touched myself thinking about you.”

“I didn’t know you liked women.”

“I don’t know if I like them in general. Until I tried Carolina, I had never been with one. But this year I got used to it, and I discovered that the girls who say they’re straight are the ones who turn me on most. The challenge of convincing them. And you’re the one who gets me hottest.”

Romina didn’t doubt it. Daniela was so beautiful that anyone would hesitate in the face of an invitation from her. Even she wouldn’t know what to answer.

“So what do you say?” Daniela pressed. “Are you coming to tonight’s celebration? It’s what every queen deserves. You can refuse, but it’s the nicest part.”

Before leaving, Daniela bent down and gave her a long kiss on the mouth, tongue and all. Romina let herself go; it had been a long time since anyone had kissed her with that much hunger.

“You’re beautiful,” Daniela told her. “You deserve the crown and so much more. Don’t be afraid to be a little slutty. No one judges you here. Tonight is your baptism. Carolina will be there too, to guide you.”

***

Once she was alone, Romina’s heart was pounding wildly. She was glad to know she would be the winner; she only had to smile and the crown would be hers. And afterward? That was what she didn’t dare decide.

She went onstage and played her part to perfection. If they were going to crown her, she wanted the audience to feel she deserved it. She handled every test with all her charisma and showed her best smile.

But she began to worry when she saw the jury melting over Brenda, the freckled girl in a white top that outlined her hardened nipples. What if Daniela had noticed she was too hesitant? She could already picture Daniela telling the others: “Romina’s a lost cause, she’s not willing. Let someone else win this year.” And that someone else could easily be Brenda.

At the final stages of the contest she was desperate. During a break, breaking the rule against speaking to the judges, she approached Daniela, who had gone to get a coffee.

“I want you to know I’ll do everything,” she said quietly. “Whatever it takes. I’ll suck, I’ll get fucked, I’ll eat you out and Carolina too, both of you together if you want. The four of them can fuck me. I don’t care. I want to win. Look how determined I am.”

She knelt down, lifted Daniela’s short skirt, and wasn’t surprised to find she wasn’t wearing underwear. She ran her tongue over her without hesitation, licked between the lips, sucked her clit for just an instant, just long enough for no one to catch them. When she was done, Daniela said nothing. She walked away with her cup of coffee and returned to the judges’ table.

***

Romina went back onstage for the final test, nerves raw. When the judges announced the winner’s name, she thought they were going to say Brenda’s. So her surprise was genuine when she heard her own.

The contest might have been a pantomime, but her emotion convinced the audience the victory had not been arranged. She cried for real, hugged Brenda, who had to settle for second place, and waved to the crowd. They placed the crown on her head and, through tears and applause, she thanked every judge, especially Daniela. Then she hugged all the contestants, lingering a few seconds too long against Brenda’s warm body. She got turned on brushing her hands against the base of her ass.

When the event ended, she presented herself at the door Daniela had indicated, wearing the tiara that identified her as queen. Her chest was pounding and her hands were sweaty. Was she really going to do it? Something she had always considered unladylike. Yes. It was the price of the crown.

They led her into a room where the four judges were waiting naked, cocks erect. It felt like a tribute to her beauty, as if they were saying: “Look how much you’ve got us.”

Before she knew it, she was already on her knees, trying desperately to take a cock all the way down her throat. It was exactly as Daniela had warned her: once she started, she lost control. She took the first load on her face and posed for a photo identical to the first one she had seen. They explained that this was the true crowning ceremony.

She took off her clothes and proudly showed her naked body, her sex completely shaved, proof that she had considered this from the beginning. Daniela knelt before her, like one queen before another, and began to lick her. It was delicious to see such a beautiful girl with her tongue between her thighs. Then they kissed passionately.

“We’re going to have so much fun together,” Daniela told her. “I want to do everything with you. I want to be your whore.”

“You’re going to be my whore,” Romina replied, returning the kiss.

Minutes later she was lying there with her legs spread and a thick cock entering her sex, two others in her hands, while Daniela and Carolina sucked off the fourth judge. They took turns with her one by one, and with every man who fucked her she felt more beautiful.

The best moment came when she got on all fours to eat Daniela out. She understood immediately that this would be normal for the rest of her life; the experience was far too rich not to repeat. One of the judges got behind her and started thrusting. Romina was dying to try double penetration, and she knew she would ride two cocks at once all night long.

“Who’s going to win next year?” Daniela asked her, while the second judge took her from behind.

“Brenda, of course,” Romina gasped. “But only if she dares to do this. I want to see her give herself over just like I did. I want her to be my little doll.”

“And she will be,” Daniela assured her. “Now smile for the camera. We have to prepare the photos for her.”

Romina showed her sweetest smile and took another whole cock down her throat. She was incredibly turned on by knowing the next queen would see those images. She only regretted having to wait a whole year to see her surrendered, just like her, at her own crowning.