My name is Ken, that's important for the story, I recently graduated with a degree in Biomedical Engineering.
I work at a major medical device manufacturer. At the start I was just a low level tech. I hoped to move up to Project Manager one day then eventually become a Team Lead working on multiple projects.
As an engineer I'm really book smart. All the reading I've done has worsened my eyesight so I wore glasses too. If you imagined a thin guy with no muscles, that would be an accurate reflection of what I was.
So there was this girl at work whom I adored. Steffie was a secretary and I walked by her desk everyday. She was popular and hot to die for. I also noticed a hint of like, a librarian's personality, so I had hope that a girl like her could accept a guy like me
First I sat at her table at lunch, then joined her group when they went out, and in time, just she and I would hang out. At first, once in a while, then constantly.
The challenge I faced was how to move out of the friend zone.
A normal routine would involve me stopping to get us coffee then heading over to her house to work out. Yes, we worked out together. In fact she encouraged me to bulk up. And she was smokin' in her leotard.
We worked out a few times a week. She did Pilates and I used her exercise machine. She had a mat and Bowflex in the spare room next to this huge Victorian dollhouse filled with incredibly detailed miniature furniture. (It seemed cute that a grown woman had dolls.)
Steff was a hard task master and the results showed. Initially, I toned up, then for the first time in my life I got some muscles.
Typically, each day at the coffee shop I'd text and she would send me her order. The barista was always friendly and interested. I liked to look at her butt when she turned to make our drinks. But she was no Steff.
That first time ordering lattes, she cheerily informed me, "We all have a cup for our favorite charity." She tapped a cup with bills and change in it. "Mine is the artificial pancreas." Then she pointed to a CGM on her arm so I knew she had a personal interest in it.
I answered back, "Small world. I work on the team that's developing the loop for it." Then I dropped my change into the cup. Lisa, that was the name on the cup, was amazed at such a coincidence. She thought I was a god and always gave me free coffee from then on.
One fateful day Steff was excited to let me know she got us tickets to a doll show. You know, dolls and dollhouses, furniture, decorations, sewing machines, craft supplies - nothing I was interested in, except Stef.
It was kinda interesting to see how they miniaturized everything. At one booth the demonstrator knew about the algorithm they used to scale down furniture. I enjoyed that while Steff went off to see something else.
When I ran into her again she was with another woman, a curvy blonde with big boobs. "Ken, you'll never believe who I met!" She spoke fast, "This is Barb, Barbie, and I'm Steffie, and you're Ken."
I didn't get it so she explained, "Barbie is the most famous doll in history and she always hung out with Ken, and her other friend was Steffie. That's us!"
I was mildly amused but they were obsessed with the coincidence. Soon enough the three of us formed a new trio. We did everything together except when they did girly stuff without me.
Barb became the de facto leader of our group, planning our activities and choosing the tone most of the time. She was headstrong like that.
She and Steffie took me shopping for new clothes and styled me up to look more like Ken. I have to admit, it was an improvement to my wardrobe. My snap shirts with the breast pocket to hold my pens were replaced by Polos and untuckets. My off the rack grey suit pants were replaced by designer slacks.
I stopped by one Saturday, coffees in hand, to find them in the backyard playing with Ken and Barbie dolls.
They were wearing sun dresses that looked just like barbie doll dresses I'd seen before. I recognized the blue and white knitted dress with matching hat. Surely, Barb had duplicated them. The girls looked radiant and sexy.
I joined them at the patio table but they kept up their little game.
Barb and Steff were making the undressed Ken and Barbie dolls kiss - making smooching sounds. I would consider kissing Barb in the same way, but really dreamed they would make Ken kiss the Steffie doll which lay there on the table, abandoned.
The next thing I knew the Ken doll kept kissing Barbie, but Barb leaned over and kissed Stef in the real world. And Steff kissed her back!
The dolls kept kissing and so did the girls. A few minutes into their making out, Barb stopped long enough to say, "Ken, you're just in time. Kneel here." She indicated a spot between Stef's knees. I dreamed I knew where this was going. But who could know for sure.
Barb lifted Stef's dress, "Kiss her down there." Here was the proof we were such intimate friends that we could even share a little veniality together.
I'd read about cunnilingus and really wanted to try it. Bringing sexual pleasure to Stef was the stuff of my fatasies.
With Barb's direction I kissed her porcelain thighs gradually making my way closer and closer to nirvana.
Virgin to the experience, I smelled the scent of a woman and was enthralled. As I'd heard, it was fishy, but I found it was fishy in the most alluring way possible.
Barb had me kiss all around Steff's aromatic bush and Steff opened her legs wide letting me in. It was humid but inviting like a, well like nothing else. More than anything I felt welcomed like never before.
Next I was allowed to tenderly touch her labia with the tip of my tongue. Steff made soft appreciative sounds causing Barb to make louder aggressive sexual noises.
When the girl of my long unrequited love could take no more teasing she dropped the doll, her hand now clutched at my head. Running her long perfectly manicured nails through my hair, my heart throbbed. I could die for that feeling.
I felt closer and more in touch with Steff than I ever had. I was also more sexually turned on than ever before in my life. My cock throbbed in bold anticipation. No maturbatory fantasy I'd ever had compared.
With Steff's urging I licked the folds of her cunt and nibbled at her lower lips. The sucking and lapping sounds I was making were drowned out by the passionate slurping as the girls ravaged each other above me.
I felt Barb's hand, still holding the doll, insisting that I keep licking. As if I would ever stop. The plastic arms and legs of the naked but emasculated dickless Ken doll dug into my back.
It struck me that Barb probably liked her men with a smooth sexless crotch like my plastic namesake. But that was more probably a jealous conjecture. Steff would hopefully appreciate my man parts more.
Her hips bucked at my face driving the various, but very real, womanly sex parts against my lips and tongue.
To give her such pleasure...to see her abandon herself to her desires, was all a man could want.
She moved my mouth to the hole of her cunny, begging me to stick it inside. Barb was giving me similar commands, "Fuck her with your tongue. Go on Ken, show us what you can do. Jam it in there."
I licked and sucked with the urgency of a man on a quest. I would prove myself by giving her the best orgasm a woman could ever need.
She lifted her knees to her chest revealing all of her wet furrow to me. It opened like a flower allowing me to see and feel so much more. I could even see her miniscule butthole. It was perfect as every part of a perfect princess should be.
Then I had a triumphant success. Steff gasped and shook, then all of her body became still, except her pussy, which contracted, grabbing at my pretend penis-tongue.
No sooner had she finished than Barb excitedly yelled out, "My turn. Do me."
I hated to leave Steff but one set of hands pushed me off while another set pulled me over.
Barb's legs were already spread, draped over the arms of the chair. I started to kiss her tanned thighs but she wasn't having any of that.
Roughly she grabbed my head pulling me savagely into the depths of her dark chasm.
It was my second only pussy and I guess they must all be pretty different.
For starters, hers was completely bald. Not a hair, not a bit of stubble, not even any fuzz.
Additionally, it smelled sterile, like nothing. I already missed Steff.
When I licked it, it didn't taste like pussy either - not that I was an expert. I searched for her labia with my tongue but couldn't find them.
I pulled back for a second to look. She said, "You like it. Don't you? I had vaginoplasty so now both lips are tiny and identically symmetrical." Again I missed Steff's big rubbery ones.
No matter. I dove in, committed to the prospect of delivering another earth shattering climax. My worth as a man depended on it.
I used every trick I'd learned in the last twenty minutes. I licked and nibbled. I sucked and jammed my tongue inside when she told me to.
Barb was ruthless, brutal, actually barbarous. She ground her gash on my lips and even though it hurt it was sexy and fun.
Barb brought me to her clit. Well, I think she did anyway, 'cause I couldn't feel it. But she held me in place saying, "Suck my clit. Damit Ken suck it hard."
I sucked right where she told me to, for like ten minutes, thinking she was going to cum at any time. I could feel the sheen of pre orgasmic perspiration on her legs so I must've been doing it right.
After awhile she pulled her legs up to her chest just like Stef had. She placed her feet on my shoulders then used them to push me a little lower.
"Come on Ken. Lick me down there."
I didn't know people did that but if she said to do it then...
I licked her bung hole like she said, and she liked it. Her voice came out ragged and hoarse, "Ken, your tongue on my asshole is amazing." I wished she wouldn't say that out loud 'cause Stef could hear. "Keep it up. Keep swiping my shitty hole. When you're done I wanna be cleaner than the original Barbie."
She never did cum. She just stopped thrashing when she seemed satisfied I'd licked enough. What had I done wrong?
My knees were stiff from being down there and scraped up from the concrete, but I'd enjoyed my first sex with someone other than my hand.
