Mark texted her on Thursday. Her name was Lena. She replied almost immediately with her address and a simple message: Saturday night. Come hungry.
He showed up at eight with a bottle of wine and a half-hard cock already pressing against his jeans. Lena opened the door in nothing but a black silk robe that barely closed. Behind her the apartment smelled of weed, cologne, and sex. Music thumped low.
“Come in,” she said, pulling him into a deep kiss. “They’re already here.”
Three others lounged in the living room.
Jake — broad-shouldered, bearded, wearing only open jeans.
Sam — lean, pretty, already hard in tight briefs.
And Riley — another trans woman, taller than Lena, with a thick cock that hung heavy between her thighs as she sat with her legs spread on the couch.
Lena’s hand slid down to squeeze Mark’s ass. “Told them about the shower. They’re hungry for seconds.”
Clothes came off fast. Lena pushed Mark to his knees in the middle of the room. Jake’s thick cock was the first to fill his mouth. Sam pressed in from the side, rubbing the head against Mark’s cheek until Mark turned and took him too, alternating messy, wet strokes. Riley stood behind him, reaching down to stroke Mark’s cock while Lena straddled his face and lowered her own heavy dick onto his tongue.
They used him like that for a while — four cocks, four sets of hands, spit and precum everywhere. When Lena finally pulled him up, she bent him over the arm of the couch.
Jake fucked him first. Hard, deep, no warm-up beyond the spit still dripping from Mark’s hole. Mark groaned into the cushion while Sam fed him cock from the front. Riley and Lena took turns stroking themselves and each other, watching, occasionally leaning in to slap Mark’s ass or spit on the place where Jake’s cock disappeared inside him.
When Jake pulled out, Riley took his place. Her cock was thicker. Mark’s eyes watered as she stretched him open and started pounding. Lena climbed onto the couch in front of him, presented her ass, and looked back.
“Fuck me while she fucks you.”
Mark did. He pushed into Lena’s tight heat while Riley railed him from behind, the two of them locked together in a sweaty, moaning chain. Sam and Jake stood on either side, stroking, occasionally sliding into Mark’s mouth or Lena’s. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, low curses, and the smell of sex.
They switched again and again. Mark ended up on his back on the rug, legs over Riley’s shoulders while she fucked him deep. Lena sat on his face, grinding her cock and balls against his mouth. Jake and Sam took turns fucking Lena’s ass and mouth. Someone’s hand was always on Mark’s cock, keeping him hard even after he came the first time — shooting across his own stomach while Riley kept thrusting.
Later they had him on all fours again. Lena fucked his ass while Jake fucked her. Sam and Riley used his mouth and hands. When Lena finally came, she stayed buried inside him, pulsing, and whispered against his ear, “Swallow every load they give you tonight.”
He did.
By the time the four of them were finished, Mark was a mess — cum on his face, in his hair, leaking out of his well-used hole, stomach streaked white. They cleaned him up just enough to drag him into Lena’s big bed, where they kept trading slow, lazy fucks until the early hours.
Mark woke sometime after noon the next day, sore, sticky, and grinning. Lena was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching him.
“Same time next weekend?” she asked.
He didn’t even hesitate.