Girls Only Summer Retreat at Camp Athena

[Sleepy Slobber]

PART 4


Samael clung to the hope that Heather would call a halt, muttering as he stepped onto the platform. The girls closed in, a suffocating wall a breath away. With each drumbeat of his heart, he awaited her intervention, his puppy-dog eyes pleading with her. He knew she held the power to stop this. Little Amelia, by Heather's side, mirrored his distress, her cute eyes brimming with unspoken pleas. Tiffany, of course, was front row, unfazed, twirling her blonde hair and biting her glossy pink lip with a lascivious glare of anticipation.

"Go on, take your clothes off " Heather said simply.

It took Samael a long moment to comply, the rough fabric scraping against his goose-pimpled skin as he pulled the shirt over his head. Despite the girls having seen his shirtless upper body before, a burning wave of shame washed over him, twisting his stomach into knots. The taunts and catcalls clawed at him, each word a fresh wound. His gaze darted to Heather, desperate for a flicker of mercy that never came. Amelia shifted uncomfortably on her feet, her fingers twisting the hem of her Sailor Moon shirt. A blush crept up her neck, mirroring the one burning across Samael's face. Tiffany, however, grinned like a predator, her eyes sparkling with a perverse eagerness that mirrored the trapped-animal fear in Samael's.
A cruel cackle erupted from Tiffany as the shirt tumbled to the ground. Radiating smug satisfaction, she snatched it up, the fabric crumpled in her fist, and passed it to mortified Amelia, a pernicious glint in her eyes, daring her to partake in their twisted game." This triggered a cruel symphony of laughter from the crowd, as if the presence of the virginal girl was part of the twisted entertainment.

“Well...I’m waiting. I said take your clothes off. Did you hear what I said?" Heather's voice sharpened, leaving no room for argument.

The high-pitched titters and giggles began to escalate, morphing into a chorus of breathless gasps as Samael reached for the buckle of his belt, his fingers trembling as he started to unfasten it. Several girls exchanged glances, a mix of shock, glee, and anticipation swirling in their eyes at the prospect of those pants going down, in front of their young eyes. He froze, confused by the prospect of how far would this go. Surely it would have to be stopped before his underwear, someone had to stop this. Were they truly considering forcing him to expose his private parts, even in front of the youngest girls?

“Obey me, young man!” said Heather without mercy. Let’s get those pants off I’m getting impatient.” She felt inebriated as she gave orders to him. The prospect of the young girls getting an eyeful also added to the lust kindling on her, undermining her ability to keep projecting an air of authority.

Samael felt a sickening lurch of vulnerability. His hands, stiff and numb, moved in slow undoing the top waist button, hesitation lingered in his eyes as he reached for the zipper, his fingers hovering for a moment before slowly pulling it down.– each step felt like a lifetime.
Amelia, breathless in the front row, watched him – almost close enough to touch. A hot blush spread across her face, her mouth parched with anticipation. As she watched the man undress in front of her. Her heart skipped a beat, and a swarm of butterflies erupted in her stomach as fleeting visions of what might be happening next danced across her imagination.

Samael felt lost in a fog of self-doubt, fueled by the sound of the girls uninhibited laughter watching him as he let the pants start to drop from his waist but he couldn’t bring himself to look at them, his light grey boxers were now exposed. The fallen pants seemed to mock him, a shamed warrior disarmed. He nervously stepped out of one leg then the other and timidly pushed the pants away with his foot. With laughter dripping with malice, the girls snatched the discarded pants, tossing it between them like a plaything of their disdain.
A wave of excitement surged from the back rows as the girls clamored for a better view of him while he undressed with mixed feelings of sexual curiosity and female empowerment at the sight of the almost naked subdued man. Many mouths were literally hanging open as they watched him remove his clothes and anticipating to see his exposed dick and his bare butt cheeks, in other words a male unveiling his hidden shame for them to feast upon.

Tyfanny noted the boxers were a little tight and damped with sweat, laying the shape of his tightly wrapped cock as the material hugged his hips, her breath caught in her throat as the object of her desire came into focus, she could make out the outline of what looked like a circumcised glans. she felt her panty moistoring looking over the near nude boy standing nervously in front of her and the whole camp. She fantasized about lunging in and rip the thin cloth to tears, like a child ripping open a present on Christmas morning.

A few bold girls, with a surprisingly gentle touch, started fondling him tenderly. Perhaps a flicker of empathy motivated them or maybe they simply aimed to manipulate him into docility as their hands started creeped towards his groin, Samael mumbled a weak objection as he struggled to fend off ravenous hands tryng with little success to preserve the remnants of his dignity. His eyes, once bright with determination, were now downcast, his shoulders slumped in defeat, and every ounce of fight drained from his body, there were too many of them, one even tried to gently lower his boxers, he snapped the band back, desperately clutching the elastic with both hands, leaving him exposed, he was now rendered defenseless to the predatory giggling teenage girls and the carnal abuse he was being submitted.

Heather's voice cut through the rising frenzy."I told you to take your clothes off ...that meant everything...all of your clothes. You’re not done yet." With a heavy voice, thick now with lust and nervous anticipation, she gulped nervously, took a deep shaky breath and finally said " If you don't comply, I will be forced to unleash the full consequences of your actions. We will all gang up on you, tear apart those undies you hold onto so tightly and scrub your whole body clean with our own hands." The announcement of the upcoming possibility awoke a feral mood in the girls, a desire of lustfully plunder his dignity started growing stronger than reason.

"This has to end," Samael thought, the thought a mantra echoing in his mind. "The sooner the better."
A tremor ran through his hand as he slowly pulled down his underwear, then briefly stopped as pubic hair showed up. He Forced his eyes upwards surveying the crowd. Only Heather and Amelia met his stare. He locked eyes with Heather, pleading for a reprieve before it was too late. Her gaze held his, seemingly relishing his discomfort. Amelia, flushed a vibrant crimson against her pale skin, seemed to share his pain, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, the weight of his turmoil a burden she couldn't bear.

A tidal wave of excitement washed over the group of teenagers, expressed in a chorus of gasps and hands flying to their mouths as his dick root began to show, most of the girls had never seen a nude boy before and they were fidgeting with excited anticipation watching a cute one undress before their eager inquisitive eyes. Amelia felt dizzy, a tingling sensation between her legs sent waves of suffocating feelings making it hard to think straight. Heather stared intently at the unveil of the alluring treat, unconsciously licked her lips.

The intensity of the experience had soaked all the panties by then and a mist of feminine hormones filled the air as a warm intoxicating fragrance of blooming flowers when Samael clamped his right hand over his his semi-erect circumcised cock unsatisfactorily tryng to veil the view from prying eyes while awkwardly lowered his boxers with his left until they were above his knees, when overwhelming shame paralyzed him, He knew he simply couldn't go on. His resolve faltered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His very soul was trembling, leaving him feeling utterly helpless...

Heather's patience, had finally crumbled. "Enough!" she roared, her voice resonating with authority."I warned you," she continued, her voice trembling with controlled fury, "I warned you of the consequences. Yet you chose to disobbey."
She spun to the dozens of voracious sexually charged teen girls behind her, her voice rang out, clear and strong, "Girls, get his undies away! Expose him!"
A chorus of high-pitched squeals surged from the group of teens as utter pandemonium broke out. Samael braced himself as a torrent of impudent youthful lascivious thirst rushed towards him. Tyffany was the first to give a good squeeze to his cock in the split second before the swarm slammed him onto his back and seized the last piece of clothing away from him. A flurry of sweaty libidinous teenage hands descended upon his body, not leaving an inch unspoiled. The still warm underwear became their twisted prize, a flimsy symbol of their cruel victory, passed from hand to hand like a tattered flag of their dominance. Savoring the smell of the still lingering scent of manhood.

Only two females, exchanging glances, stood out from the chaos. Tears streamed down Amelia's face as she blamed herself for everything. Camp Director Heather, noticing Amelia's distress, knelt beside her and gently stroked her hair. "It's okay, sweetheart" Heather said softly. " Now we will just help him get showered".

[Sleepy Slobber]

PART 5


The sun dipped lower, casting a golden glow over the summer camp. As the light softened, long shadows unfurled across the ground. The only sounds breaking the peaceful quietness were the girls' playful giggles and occasional bursts of hysterical shrieks, echoing in the warm summer air.

Heather's voice cracked like thunder, echoing through the crowd. "Stop it!" she commanded, her voice thick with urgency. The girls scattered, their gazes flickering between Heather and the figure huddled at her feet. Samael lay crumpled on the ground, his body contorted in a fetal curl. His essence, once vibrant and powerful had faded, leaving him weak and depleted. Heather knelt beside him, her touch gentle as she helped him rise. Her eyes swept over his body, ogling his hard as granite boner as he instinctively tried to cover it with his hands. He remained silent, his gaze fixed downwards. With a firm but kind hand, she tilted his chin upwards, meeting his eyes.

" Perverted beast." She said on a soft manner "The girls are going to scrub you down until you gleam, and you better not ejaculate." A note of seriousness crept into her voice. " Woman are far more than just servants condemned to satisfy men, ignoring this will lead to harsher repercussions than you anticipate." A surge of desire coursed through her. With a delicate touch, she cupped his face, her fingers brushing softly against his cheek. Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, she tangled her fingers in his hair, the gentle pull bringing their lips together in a fiery collision. Her tongue danced along the edge of his mouth till she found an entrance, and poured her desire into a french kiss that seemed to last an eternity. A satisfied smile graced her face as she drew back. Turning to the counselors, she requested they oversee the next phase, enforcing his submission and that each girl had her designated time for enjoyment.

They reacted swiftly. As Heather stepped back, four counselors moved in, grasping Samael's arms and restraining him firmly, leaving his manhood on display. The rusty spigot sputtered with a protest as it was cranked open. A meager stream of water sputtered out, barely a trickle against his sun-baked skin. It was surprisingly warm, a reflection of the relentless heat that had choked the day refusing to fully yield to the encroaching night. They weren't just holding him down; Their hands traced the curves of his body, applying a thin layer of soap that released a sweet, honeyed scent. They paid special attention to his groin and took an irreverent pleasure in their work, their conversation sprinkled with playful vulgarities.

Consumed by the urgency building between her legs and a sense of entitlement, Tiffany closed the distance between her and Samael in a rush of breath and agressively started kissing him, she pried his lips with her tongue and gave him a slobbery smooch, she licked his face with her eyes sparkling with manic glee and short bursts of joyful giggle escaping her lips. Her gaze dipped downwards, drawn irresistibly to the object of her deepest longing since the moment he had graced her vision, her mouth was watering uncontrollably and a single, glistening bead of drool dripped over his cock. Every fiber of her being yearned to claim it, she was seasoned with her hands, comfortable and skilled in her practice, most of the high school football players, both juniors and varsity, had already received attention from her fingers. She went so far as using her mouth to please a weed dealer against a dented car in the shadows of the mall's deserted parking lot and a college guy who took her shopping on her 12th birthday, making her feel grown-up with a new sundress. She thrived on making men orgasm. Their contented sighs and softened faces were her greatest reward, each drop of semen she released a tangible accomplishment, a testament to her skills.

She reached out, fondling the warm and hard cock and cuddling his balls with a gentle touch. She explored the map of veins on his shaft with her fingertips, tracing their winding paths as Samael started moaning and panting. Before she could react, a sudden grip clamped onto her arms, a soft but persistent tug pulling her away from the warmth of his presence. "Wait. I'm not finished yet!" She protested "It's not fair!" The counselors exchanged a sympathetic glance. They understood her disappointment, but with a long line of eager faces behind her, they kindly explained, 'There are many other girls waiting their turn, sweetheart. Would you like to watch their fun and maybe join back in later? Tiffany was annoyed. Why wouldn't they let her finish what she started? She fiercely resented the possibility of another girl claiming the victory of making him cum.

Fidgeting with their clothes and whispering excitedly, the girls' excitement was palpable as they waited for the moment that would be new for most, kissing a boy, ogling his exposed manhood and even being allowed to touch him wherever they pleased. With encouraging smiles, the counselors took turns patiently guiding the girls to the fundamentals of tongue kissing and the secrets of male anatomy. Clear instructions, tailored for beginners, ensured everyone felt confident. Anticipation crackled in the air as each girl awaited their turn to unleash their inhibited sexual desires. Samael's voice cracked as he implored when he felt he couldn't hold it any longer, his breath came in ragged gasps, with each caress on his dick, blazing tides of tingles flooded his body, leaving him weaker and edging closer to orgasm. He begged for mercy every time he felt about to ejaculate but instead of offering compassion, the girls found a perverse amusement in the situation. Their giggles echoed in the tense air, the empowerment they felt submitting a naked cute young man to supplicate, cracked a long-held belief, and the girls felt like they could shatter the glass ceiling of patriarchy with just a tender squeeze.

Overwhelmed by the eroticism and young feminine hormones, one of the campers slipped her hand inside her panties and unabashedly began to pleasure herself, soon, others emulated her actions, a wave of shared lasciviousness washing over the remains of their shyness. Tiffany looked at Samael, she knew he was about to explode, without immediate action, her opportunity would slip away, and moving in was the only way to prevent it.
Noticing Amelia lingering on the edge of the group, Tiffany's lips curved into a sly smile. She needs a great lesson from a great friend, she thought, would not only break the ice but also provide the perfect excuse to finally get back what she craved. "Hold on, everyone!" Tiffany called out, weaving through the crowd. A warm smile lit up her face as she reached Amelia. "Why don't we let Amelia play with him? She's the reason we are doing this."She grabbed Amelia's arm and steered her towards Samael. "C'mon," she declared, her voice carrying a hint of forced friendliness, "let me show you the ropes. You'll get the hang of it in no time."Amelia shuffled her feet, a clear sign of her unwillingness. The obscene lewdness held no appeal for her; its deprave nature jarred with her sensibilities. A tremor ran through her as she got close to the naked male. "I... I don't want to do it. I'm scared, let me go!" she stammered, her gaze nervously flitting around the group. A ripple of laughter ran through the group, drawing the attention towards the sulking girl, They were amused at her shyness, which made her feel even shyer.

Heather, watching from the back of the group, noticed Amelia's reluctance.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she resisted, her voice barely a whisper against the cacophony, "I don't want to, please Tiffany." Despite the whimpering, Director Heather barked an order ,"Force her to do it, spank her if she keeps resisting" and with a stern expression gave a gentle nod, signaling to proceed.

The girls playfully pantsed Amelia as she was brought on front of Samael, she was wearing Hello Kitty panties and they would had been lowered too if she hadn't clenched the elastic. Driven by a powerful urge to comfort the little girl, he strained against his limitations, yearning to break free to shield her with a hug and tell her everything would be alright. but his efforts were in vain.

Knowing it would get a laugh, Tiffany suggested that she should kiss her boyfriend before touching his wiener, her words loaded with devilish mockery. The counselors forced him to lower himself so he could be kissed by the little girl. Amelia stood frozen, her heart pounding against her ribs. All she wanted was to go home, feel the soft fur of her stuffed animals in her arms. Her heart shattered as the reality of the situation hit her, a lifetime of anticipation condensed into this single moment: her first kiss, and it wasn't gonna be the romantic scene she dreamed so much about. A choked sob escaped her lips, and tears, raw and painful, flooded her eyes, spilling down in a torrent that washed away the last vestiges of her hope. She felt a strong tug at the side her panties, the unseen terror that crawled up her spine, making the hairs rise on her neck at the unspeakable possibility of being both fully naked, surrounded by these mean girls that appeared to be having fun with this perverted game.

Amelia felt defeated as she conceded to the demands. Samael watched her silently, his breath catching in his throat as her eyelids fluttered shut. The air crackled between them, charged with unspoken emotions. He felt the warmth of her breath against his cheek as her lips rose slowly, meeting his in a soft, deliberate press. Little innocent Amelia just gave him a kiss on the lips, the sweetest nectar, a taste of forbidden fruit. A chorus of mocking laughter, as relentless as a viper's nest of snide remarks, assaulted her, tearing through her confidence and leaving her again in tears. Amused by the results of their taunts, the girls couldn't contain their excitement and yelled, 'Keep going, Amelia! Touch his dick now!"

With steady hands, the counselors lifted Samael to a stand position. Firmly holding him on position for easier reach of his genitals. Tiffany didnt wait for consent, gripped her hand at the wrists, guiding it with firm pressure towards his manhood, Amelia squeezed her eyelids shut and lost herself in the labyrinth of her own thoughts. In her head, the warm object she was petting transformed into the comforting image of a cuddly puppy's head." Let me show how a grown-up does it. Open you eyes Amelia!" Tiffany yelled as she grabbed Samael's cock and began to shake it energetically, she felt he was about to explode after the kiss and the soft hand of the little girl unwillingly fondled his manhood. She asked for more slippery soap and determined to see it through, plunged back into the task. His cock was twitching and the burst was imminent despite his best efforts.

Pandemonium erupted as rebellion ignited through the other girls, inspired by Tiffany boldly skipping her turn, a tidal wave of voracious delicate soft hands, flushed cheeks, bright clothes, and bouncing ponytails – braids and space buns bobbing – flowed forward, a burst of youthful energy surging to participate in the debauchery, kissing licking and groping every inch of his body to satisfy their lasciviousness. The counselors, powerless to stop them, let them have their way, the cacophony of squealing, giggling, and chattering teen and pre-teen girls intensifying as they gleefully feasted their eyes on his alluring nudity and intently ravished the anatomy of the young attractive man with their bare hands.

Tiffany tilted her head, The corners of her mouth lifted, not in a genuine smile but in a slow, deliberate curl that spoke of secret satisfaction. Her gaze, however, remained fixed on his eyes, searching for a flicker of anything - disappointment, maybe, or even anger. But his expression remained unreadable, a mask that only fueled the fire of her smugness as she asked. "Would you like her to give it a little kiss?"
With a subtle nod in Amelia's direction, she telegraphed a silent instruction to the others to handle the next step.

Unaware of the impending event, Amelia fluttered her eyes open to meet Samael's gaze, his own eyes reflecting back at her. A sense of dread washed over her as the girls laughter morphed into a sinister chorus, the girls tightly gripped her, forcing her mouth closer to his cock. Samael felt her breath warm his glans as he gazed into her adorable innocent eyes. The crowd erupted on cheers as vigorous as the sperm ejected from his cock, covering the face of Amelia and staining her Sailor Moon shirt. The world blurred around her, the only thing coming into sharp focus being the horrifying truth of the situation. Tears streamed down her face as she realized she had goo dangling on her little pretty round nose and the rest of the girls were mocking her.

Samael sank to his knees, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His muscles ached, but the sight of Amelia's tear-streaked face, her small frame wracked with sobs, eclipsed his own exhaustion. A wave of guilt washed over him, pulling at his features in a grimace as he watched the silent tears roll down her cheeks. The warmth of Tiffany's breath tickled his ear as she whispered with a spiteful tone, sending a jolt through him."My, my, my. Didn't think someone of your sophistication would find enjoyment in such... childish games, eh?"

The apology he'd rehearsed in his head vanished as Heather's arrival shattered the fragile peace. Her accusatory tone, laced with a hint of satisfaction, widened the rift between him and Amelia, leaving him speechless in the face of her harsh judgment. A smug smile twisting her lips. "See what you've done," her voice dripped with condescension. "Now you will have to face the repercussions of your actions" Heather made a brief upward wave with her hand, urging him to rise. His body ached, but fueled by necessity, he obeyed her signal with a labored heave. "You are to finish fixing the leaking pipe and as long as it takes to achieve it, you will be naked, and you will allow the girls to make use of your body as they please" Samael resigned himself to the fact that he had no choice. They now even had his semen all over Amelia's shirt.

Heather's eyes ran appreciatively over his body as she offered a playful smile. "Follow me to my bedroom". It was gonna be a long night.

[Sleepy Slobber]

That concludes the story! I'm planning on making some adjustments, but that is all. As a fun extra, I might create a few spin-offs focusing on some of the unnamed characters at the camp in the coming days. Feel free to rewrite, expand on, or create your own spin-offs based on the story. You don't need to ask my permission, and I'd love to read them!

[TeenFan]

That was some unexpectedly rough treatment that Amelia got.

I can see how the physical evidence can be used against Samael, a cum stained shirt belonging to a young girl. That is good blackmail
material. The poor guy can't complain to anyone, as it would be his one word against a dozen.

I can see the camp director requesting that the worker stay on longer to fix the kitchen sink, fix the toilet in the bathroom, and so on...
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Thanks for the free rein to do a spinoff story. I might just do that, and I will say this story is the inspiration.