Ray didn't have time to notice that it was a particularly enlightening self-exploration of sorts to be licking Steve's cock. He didn't notice that he was doing all the things he always wanted done to him. He was completely in the moment. On his back, naked save shoes, in the woods, in the middle of a trail with Steve, naked but for boots, squatting over him, facing his head. Steve rocked back and forth with constantly diminishing stability, lingering particularly with his balls in Ray's mouth -- he loved that. Coincidently, so did Ray. It's the thing he always wanted, and to be able to give it seemed the ultimate reward. Even more so than getting it. He didn't notice this irony either.
Leslie, also naked save her shoes, walked around them looking on and feeling hotter every second. She'd been looking forward so enthusiastically to witnessing the destruction of this barrier between Ray and Steve. Being the lone woman of the three had meant she was always the pivot point for everything. While she loved the attention, she longed for the group to simply explore all the obvious permutations.
The three had been playing strip and dare games for almost a year. Basically they'd play poker or anything they could lose their clothes to, awarding each person dares to the owners of the clothing for each article of clothing they'd won. The last person not naked at the end won virtually unlimited dares for the next few hours. Essentially master and slaves. The dares stared as dares, but progressed to punishments that were always carried out. Everyone fairly quickly developed a taste for receiving, making the contest more of a race to lose at times.
Today's game was poker. Leslie had begun with a few strong hands that put her firmly in the lead so she decided she was going to win and be pleasured for it. The men were naked in little time having only a few of Leslie's clothes for retaliation. Her first command was a walk in the woods behind Steve's house in only their shoes. The men used Leslie's shirt, won in the game, to command her to be naked also.
Finally Steve could take no more. He rocked back, straightened his knees slightly and fell forward onto his hands. It was time for Ray to blow him for real. Ray knew this was coming -- he'd been starting to taste cum on the smooth, round, circumcised head of Steve's cock for the last few passes. He was ready. In fact he wanted it. He wanted to finally suck a cock. Everything was so very familiar, yet completely foreign. He imagined it was what an out-of-body experience felt like - an out-of-body experience devoted completely to pleasuring one's self. Steve's cock, just larger than Ray's, conveniently matched Ray's self-impression, making the out-of-body trip very real.
Steve thrust in urgently, but then remembered Ray and pulled back in favor of slower strokes. Pinned on his back, Ray couldn't move much, so Steve had to control the strokes. Steve liked to control the strokes anyway to keep himself teased just enough at all times.
Steve's teasing was a full-on taunt when the two girls walked up behind them. Jessica and Amy had slowed as they came around the curve in the trail, frightened at first, but then very curious. They walked slowly in the smooth, soft dirt of the trail unnoticed until Leslie, hand buried in her crotch, circled the ramming man pile and caught site of them. She jumped, pulling her hand free. Locking eyes with Jessica who stood in front of her friend, Amy, Leslie assessed the strangers' intent. After a couple seconds when no one had done anything alarming, Leslie smiled invitingly and looked back at her men.
Steve's thrusts were getting harder and faster quickly. Ray would occasionally move his head a little with Steve to slow the movement so he could feel the shape. Feeling a penis from the front end back made it so new. Feeling its heat was also strange because it wasn't his own body this time. Suddenly inspired, Steve slowed to a near halt and commanded Ray to open wide for deep thrust. Ray obliged and Steve was able to get over half his 9" rod into Ray.
In the quiet of the small thrusts that followed, Leslie announced the visitors. Steve and Ray froze, but Leslie firmly told them to continue reminding them that this was why they were outside in the first place. Steve craned around to see their audience and clocked Jessica as looking comfortable enough to perhaps join and Amy as petrified, but curious enough to be persuaded. Ray couldn't see anything and while waiting for Steve to thrust again wondered if the girls were impressed by his rock-hard cock bobbing away at their feet. It was in fact the first thing they'd noticed after Leslie's naked ass. But they wanted to see the action, so they gingerly circled to Leslie's side and got their first live view of man on man. Leslie slowly resumed her clit rubbing, sensing camaraderie. Amy shifted from leg to leg trying to do the same without her hand.
Steve's strokes were getting faster again. Ray was taking it all in. Leslie was rubbing harder and getting terribly hot from the men and the two rapt girls beside her. After a second round of slow, deep thrusts, Ray began to notice the head of Steve's cock swelling. Just as he finished translating the sensation from the cock in his mouth to his own experience and realized the implication, Steve froze. Ray sucked hard and slid his tongue forward under the rigid cock head, dipping into soft, sensitive skin just beneath the cleft in the underside of the head. This pried Steve from any grip he'd had on control. Ray took all his hot load of egg white cum. The taste was a magnified version of the drops he'd lapped from the head of his own cock or from a lover's mouth. But the heat was completely unexpected. The heat was amazing; it made all of this real.
The women sighed and began breathing again. They didn't move, though. They all wanted to see the wind down, the slow strokes after the blow, the finishing sucks of the spent cock. Ray gave them all of it. He sucked until Steve couldn't support himself anymore and had to roll off. Steve broke the silence by congratulating Ray on an amazing blowjob, and thanking Leslie for commanding it. Leslie remarked that she'd loved it, and that she looked forward to much more of it in the future.
Jessica and Amy conferred with one another while looking anxiously down the path they'd come from. Then Jessica summoned the nerve to ask Leslie, "Could we, uh, ask a favor from your men?"
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"What kind of favor?" Leslie replied, wondering how interesting a favor these girls would ask for.
"Well, my boyfriend and his friend and Amy and I were all debating whether boys or girls would be able to give the best blowjobs. The boys said that boys probably would but wouldn't dare prove it. I was wondering, well, if you're men would... suck them off and end the debate." Jessica was stammering a bit, but was determined to not miss what seemed like their only chance like this they might ever get.
"That's very thoughtful of you. And generous," Leslie cooed, feeling her first real power in this situation. "I have no problem having my men suck your men off, but it will cost you." Leslie was worked up and reeling from the blowjob scene. She was determined to get everything she could out of this.
"OK. Like what?" Jessica asked, growing nervous. Amy just looked at her, too afraid to speak, but doubting the event could ever really happen.
"Your asses!" smirked Leslie. "I will whip your asses with your men's belts while they're being blown. It certainly won't hurt their experience, and it will make me happy.
