In her ear, quiet Ken’s breathing got louder, more labored. Her hand caressed up and down his enormous length. How would that thick, throbbing, rock-hard flesh that she could barely hold in her fist enter her severely under-used pussy?
Wizard Ken shouldered his way between her legs to reach deeper. His stubble felt heavenly scraping against the inside of her thighs.
From behind, the other man put an arm around her waist. He pulled her closer, until her back pressed against his chest. His cock slid from her grasp and its tip left wet trails on the small of her back. He traced her jawline delicately before turning her head to claim her mouth in a searing kiss.
As one man was devoured her mouth, the other tasted her pussy. Waves of pleasure rippled through Barbie’s body. She shook and almost collapsed with pleasure.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Anything you want, princess.”
Ken slid her shirt slowly along her arms, and for a moment he kept it tight against her wrists, immobilizing her.
“Yesss,” she hissed.
“Everything you ever wanted,” he assured and his teeth sunk a little more into her shoulder. He gripped her thighs hard enough to leave bruises. She wanted bruises to have a proof that this was not a hot and messed up dream.
Barbie hadn’t imagined that quiet Ken’s kisses could be so visceral, so demanding. He was the calm guy who got things done. She had not imagined him quite so dominant.
When Ken stood up she admired his perfect hair through half-closed eyes. She reached out and he complied willingly. She groped at his jeans, and he let her struggle until she unzipped them with trembling fingers. The proud, pulsating penis she released felt beautiful under her touch. Quiet Ken’s kisses kept her prisoner in a world of tempestuous pleasure, and she used her fingers to learn the new shape and texture. The skin was like hot velvet and the bead of precome at its tip proclaimed his eagerness. She licked her lips as he grew harder under her touch.
“I want you to suck my cock. Thought about it so much. Make me come, Barbie.”
His words had a powerful effect on her, and on his friend whose hips bucked against Barbie’s back before guiding his cock between her legs. He bent her enough to slide his cock between her folds. It felt huge.
“I want,” she managed to whisper between kisses.
“You’ll get it,” he agreed.
His hand pressed gently on her shoulder blades. She bent over and spread her legs. Her mouth eagerly found the cock in front of her. He set a slow rhythm of thrusts, in and out of her mouth. In. Out. Gently. Always deeper. Out a little, in a little more. His thickness was too much to handle. Saliva dribbled down her chin and her eyes welled up. She was about half-way down his length. She wanted more. She looked up at him, begging him silently to give her all of it.
Behind, the thick cock poked idly, but soon impatient fingers tracked the way to her opening. He inserted one, then a second. He found a spot on her inner walls, and when he pressed, her world exploded. Her eyes widened when she felt the huge dick force her open. Her muscles stretched painfully to accept the intrusion. Every inch he crammed in provided pleasure at the border of pain. As one of them entered, the other retreated. Her tongue swirled around Ken’s cock, tracing the edges of the mushroom tip, licking the smooth surface like an all too delicious ice-cream.
When it became too painful, her pussy squeezed the intruder hard, in an involuntary attempt to push it out. He was relentless. Inch by exquisite inch, he went on until his hips pressed against her ass.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said with a grunt.
She moaned, mouth full of delicious cock, and tried to get used to the enormous pressure inside. Her pussy pulsated, in pleasure and pain. And then he started moving. The world soon went white with intense pleasure. She gripped Ken’s hips to steady herself against the onslaught while his dick inched down her throat. She dug her nails in his flesh and when she looked up his eyes were all black with lust.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said, over and over while he slid in and out of her mouth.
She opened her mouth wide to let as much of him in as deep as possible. They let the rhythm of Ken’s thrusts set the pace of her advance down his cock. With each thrust from behind, the other’s cock went deeper. Tears and saliva dripped, and the only sounds were her muffled groans and the choking sounds which could not fully express her bliss.
When the second orgasm built up, she sucked as hard as she could.
“I’m coming,” he said, seconds before he exploded down her throat.
She swallowed everything, grateful for the maelstrom of sensations. Her whole body shook. The only things keeping her up were the hard cock in her pussy and the strong hands on her waist. Somewhere during her orgasm, Ken’s pounding became wild, fast and hard, and in the aftershocks of Barbie’s climax, he, too, came.
Ken with the talented mouth gathered her in his arms. He kissed her tenderly and sat her on the edge of the desk. Even after two orgasms, she didn’t want this to stop. She hadn’t had enough of them. As if he heard her thoughts, Ken with the usually perfect hair looked at her.
“I want to fuck you. Want you so bad, Barbie.”
“Want you, too,” she said shivering. “Who lives closest?”
“I do,” said Ken Harrington.
The END
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The night continues, but in the morning they have to forget it ever happened. As if anyone can have a hot threesome and then go back to “being just friends”!
They try to keep their word, but it’s impossible to go back to friendship without benefits after a perfect night. Jealousy plagues each of them, and finally someone breaks the pact.
Ken and Barbie begin a torrid affair, but their love for the other Ken is too deep to keep it secret from him. Will Ken forgive them when they confess their weakness? Will he join them?
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