[Alyssa emailed her section to me and I missed it. However, Mindi didn't and she got part 9 done before I got part 8 up, so I'm posting them together. I hope you enjoy.]
As he stood to grab the towel, the women burst into laughter. Kevin was so ready to escape this torment that he momentarily forgot that his movement out of the tub would give them a full frontal view of his naked body.
“Oh god,” he squeaked as Cass yanked the towel out of his reach. He quickly sat back in the tub to regain some modesty.
“No wonder you thought you’d pass as a girl, that little weenie barely counts!”
Kevin shrunk into the tub; Melanie’s big smile didn’t seem so attractive when it was due to his own wounded pride. “It’s not that small,” he scoffed. “No one ever complained!”
The women broke out into more laughter. “Oh, sweetie… that’s cause if they did you’d stop being Mr. Big Shot and buying them things. Trust us, you’ve got nothing to be proud of,” Gwen said with a hint of compassion. She knelt by the tub and caused Kevin to yelp as her hand shot into the water between his legs.
“S… stop, what…,” Kevin stammered as her hand encircled his soft cock.
“This doesn’t have to be ALL bad, you know,” Gwen said with a wink. As she leaned forward her tits hung over the side of the tub, the white fabric of her t-shirt rapidly getting wetter as she began to move her arm.
Kevin gasped as she began to stroke him. The other two women rolled their eyes and laughed. “Gwen, you’re such a slut going right for it,” Cass teased.
“What, Tina can’t have all the fun! If she wants us to get her new toy ready we should get to play too.” She looked directly into Kevin’s eyes, “Besides I don’t think Kat here minds it. Do you, Kat?”
Kevin whimpered in response. Between her hand on his member, and her tits draped over the edge of the tub, his cock was already quite hard. Cass and Melanie watching made it even more arousing to him. He felt… powerless. But also so good. A moan escaped his lips as Gwen moved her hand to his balls.
“I’ll take that as your answer,” Gwen cooed. “Now, are you going to let us make you a pretty, pretty princess?”
Kevin couldn’t help but thrust into her hand as she moved back to his cock. He didn’t WANT to be a pretty, pretty princess. He wanted to be banging Tina in the back seat of his car! As Gwen continued to work his pole, he began to lose the argument with himself. He shivered in delight at her ministrations; her technique was the best Kevin had ever experienced. His cock quickly began to win the debate, and Kevin rationalized that maybe, just maybe, if he went along with Tina’s games he might get lucky after all. Maybe if they saw he was a good sport he would get some action from more than just Tina. Maybe Gwen’s tits could be wrapped around his cock. As Kevin spoke, he had almost convinced himself he had a choice in what was going to happen.
“Y… yes, please,” he said as his hips continued to thrust underwater into Gwen’s slick hand.
“Yes what,” she said as she licked her lips.
“Make… make me a pretty princess,” Kevin replied as he looked away.