What We Discovered When Camila Opened That Door

—Don’t worry, girls. Today I brought something different —Camila said, standing in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips—. A surprise for the meetup.

—What is it? —asked Brenda, a dark-haired woman with generous breasts and twenty-seven years under her belt, as she pulled her sweatshirt off over her head and started unbuttoning her jeans.

—Can you wait two minutes before sticking your hand inside yourself? —Camila replied, laughing—. If you rush, you’ll miss everything. Leave your pussy alone for a bit.

Marta, who at sixty-one was already naked on the sofa and had a thick dildo buried between her thighs, laughed and glanced sideways at Lorena.

—Young women never learn how to wait, do they?

Lorena, who at forty-five considered herself the group’s mediator, opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, Brenda tossed her bra from the other side of the living room. The garment landed on Marta’s face.

—Careful with that! —Lorena protested—. You’re going to knock someone out.

—Maybe not with the bra, but with these two, yes —Brenda replied, wiggling her breasts toward the other two.

Camila shook her head from the middle of the living room. She thought it often: what a strange and wonderful group they had built. The four of them were very different ages, didn’t share a neighborhood or a profession, but something in the chemistry had worked from the very first meeting.

They had been getting together two or three times a month for six years. At first it was almost a joke among friends, an excuse to drink wine and laugh about men. Then it became something else. One afternoon Marta took off her pants without asking permission, said, “today I’m getting myself off,” and started touching herself in front of everyone. No one got up. No one objected. That night they changed the rules forever.

Brenda was the newest addition. She had been brought in the year before and brought a different fire to the group. She was very young and extremely orgasmic, capable of cumming five or six times in a single afternoon without losing the rhythm.

The meetings were always the same: wine, intimate anecdotes, and mutual masturbation. Each of them brought her favorite toy. Some touched themselves while watching the others. Others preferred a corner. There were no rules beyond respect and discretion.

That night was different because Camila had promised a guest.

Within minutes all four were naked, each in her usual place. Marta on the sofa, Brenda on the ottoman, Lorena on the rug with her back against the couch, and Camila standing, still not giving herself over to the ritual.

—My little sluts —Camila announced in a ceremonious tone, pretending to be a circus ringmaster—, I have the honor of presenting tonight’s guest. Say hello to Yuki.

She opened the door to the adjoining room and there she appeared. An Asian girl, incredibly delicate, wrapped in a red kimono embroidered with golden flowers. Her head was slightly bowed and her eyes fixed on the floor.

—My God —Lorena murmured.

—Is she Japanese? —Brenda asked, her voice already altered by arousal.

—How old is she? —Marta added without taking the dildo out.

—Relax, girls, we have all night —Camila replied—. Her name is Yuki, she came from Osaka two years ago, and she’s nineteen. She’s our guest for tonight.

The kimono hung loosely from Yuki’s shoulders, and she barely dared to look at them. Camila came closer, murmured something in her ear, and started untying the obi with slow movements. The fabric slipped first from her shoulders, then from her waist, and finally fell to the floor, forming a red puddle around the girl’s ankles.

What they saw left them speechless for a second.

—Holy shit —Marta whispered, her breath catching—. I’m already cumming just from looking at her.

Brenda and Lorena had started moving against their toys without realizing it. None of them could speak. Yuki had the most delicate body they had ever seen, pale skin, narrow hips, and between her legs a small, slender cock, almost childlike, barely peeking out beneath the curve of her belly.

—No way —Brenda gasped—. She has… she has a dick.

—She’s a girl, Brendi —Camila clarified with a smile—. She’s a trans girl. And she’s here because she wanted to come.

—It’s like a little boy’s —Lorena said almost in a whisper, staring fixedly.

Camila brought a folding chair from the dining room and opened it in the center of the living room. She made Yuki sit with her legs wide open, exposed to the four of them. From that position the girl looked even more fragile, more exciting. Her small cock, no longer than six centimeters, rested against the inner side of her left thigh.

—Look at this —Camila said, leaning forward—. Look how she gets hard.

She ran two fingers over the base, softly, almost caressing, and Yuki’s penis began to stiffen. In less than a minute it was rigid, straight, just as thin but now vibrating with every pulse. The four women began pumping their dildos at the same time, almost like a mute chorus. None of them had ever seen a body that got them so hot so fast.

Brenda was hypnotized. She sucked on her left nipple while shoving the toy all the way in without taking her eyes off the chair. Marta, from the sofa, had thrown her head back and was breathing with her mouth open.

—Who wants to suck her first? —Camila asked.

Three hands went up at the same time.

—Me!

—Me, me!

—We draw lots —Camila decided. She looked for three straws in the kitchen and came back with them hidden in her fist. Lorena drew the short one.

—Beginners’ luck! —Brenda protested, laughing, though she never took her eyes off the girl.

Lorena knelt in front of the chair. Yuki looked at her with a mixture of shyness and curiosity. Lorena kissed the head of Yuki’s cock first, slowly, almost tenderly, before letting it slide all the way between her lips. It fit comfortably in her mouth, all the way to the back. The texture was different from anything she had ever tasted: soft, hot, vibrating.

—Look at the ass Lorena has in that position —Marta commented from the sofa—. I’ve always loved that ass.

—Me too —Brenda panted as she watched her suck.

Lorena closed her eyes. She started moving slowly, feeling Yuki tremble just a little. Marta slid off the sofa and crawled until she was behind her. First she kissed the nape of her neck, then her back, then her buttocks. She covered her skin with dozens of soft, wet kisses until she reached the place she was looking for.

—That’s how it’s done —she murmured—. Do to the girl what you want done to you.

Marta’s tongue found Lorena’s clit and started working it with a technique you only learn with years. Lorena moaned against Yuki’s cock without taking it out of her mouth, and the moan vibrated all the way down its length. Yuki shuddered, her hands clenched against the sides of the chair, and before she could warn them she shot more cum into Lorena’s mouth than seemed possible for such a small body to hold.

Lorena’s whole body trembled with her own orgasm. She collapsed to one side, drew her knees up to her chest, and stayed there, mouth open, still not quite believing what had happened.

—Your turn, Brendi —Camila announced.

***

Brenda didn’t need to be told twice. She took Yuki by the hand and guided her to the center of the rug. She made her kneel and lay down in front of her, opening her legs until her outer lips were visible to everyone.

—Come to mama —she purred—. Be a good girl and eat me real nice.

She took Yuki by the nape of the neck and pressed her face down against her sex. The trans girl licked her first timidly and then with a hunger that surprised her. Brenda threw her head back, let out a long moan, and held her head with both hands so she wouldn’t move from where Brenda wanted her.

—What a mouth this girl has —she panted—. What a mouth, my God.

Camila slid to the floor, lay on her back beneath Yuki’s legs, and took the small cock between her lips. It was already getting hard again. Marta was still with the dildo inside her, watching the scene with bright eyes. Every time Yuki’s head went down against Brenda’s sex, Yuki’s cock bumped against Camila’s palate.

Brenda’s huge breasts rose and fell like two waves. When she came, she did it with a long, guttural moan that came from the depths of her belly. Yuki didn’t let up. She kept licking, now messy and disordered, feeling Camila suck her at the same time. She barely managed to pull away before coming again into Camila’s mouth, with a small but hot spurt.

Marta, from the sofa, had forgotten about her own dildo. Camila sat up, licking her lips, and when she noticed she was the only one who still hadn’t come, she smiled.

—That’s not allowed —Marta said, crawling toward her—. Come here.

She took Camila’s dildo away and shoved it into her without warning. Camila screamed, clutching the rug, and came almost instantly.

For the next five minutes nobody spoke. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of four satisfied women and one exhausted, happy trans girl in the middle of the living room.

Brenda was the first to break the silence.

—Do you have a girlfriend? —she asked Yuki in a much softer voice.

—Yes —the girl answered.

—Is she like you?

—No. She has a very pretty little pussy.

—And do you fuck her?

Yuki smiled, still lying on the rug, eyes half-closed.

—Every night. And then she sucks me off.

—Does she like your little cock? —Lorena asked, having recovered enough to touch herself again.

—She loves it. She says it’s perfect for her mouth.

—And do you suck other people sometimes? —Marta insisted.

—Sometimes. Once my roommate brought her boss home. He had a huge dick.

—Holy shit —Brenda moaned, her hand between her legs again—. Did you suck him off?

—Yes. But only after he fucked my roommate. He left me the leftovers.

The four of them started touching themselves again as if it were the first time that night. Yuki, without being asked, stood in the middle of the living room and masturbated in front of them, slowly at first, then with more urgency, until she came for the third time. Almost at the same time the other four followed her, with long, dirty orgasms that shook their whole bodies.

When Yuki got dressed and left, they were still sprawled out in the living room, too weak to get up.

—So, what did you think of my gift? —Camila asked from the floor.

Lorena was the one who answered, her voice still hoarse:

—She was so tasty I didn’t even want to bite her.

The four of them laughed, exhausted, until fatigue finally won.