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 last vestige of his modesty. 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.

Heather's heart swelled with satisfaction as she contemplated the crowd of young girls excitingly giggling with their eyes sharpened like knives as they awaited Samael's complete humiliation. The air grew thick with anticipation as his trembling hands were lowering the waistband of his boxers. Heather could see the fear and humiliation in his eyes, but she didn't waver. This was about more than just stripping a man of his clothes; it was about stripping away the layers of societal conditioning that taught these girls to view themselves as lesser beings, to be seen and not heard. She watched as the girls leaned in closer, their eyes wide with curiosity and a newfound sense of authority. This was empowerment in its purest form, and she was proud to be the catalyst for such a profound shift in their perception of the world.

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 girls watched, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear. Some giggled nervously, their cheeks aflame with embarrassment, while others leaned in, eager to see the forbidden fruit that was about to be fully exposed before them. For many, this was a first - the sight of a real, live cock, and the excitement was intoxicating. The counselors exchanged knowing glances, their lips curling into satisfied smiles. The deprivation of male companionship had left the camp ripe for this moment, and they reveled in the power it granted them.

The crowd of girls was a cacophony of giggles and whispers. Some pointed, their eyes wide with shock, while others leaned in, their curiosity overpowering their modesty. The youngest ones, their cheeks scarlet with embarrassment, peeked through their fingers, unsure of how to react to the exhibition of male anatomy. The older girls, more experienced in the affairs of sexuality, watched him with a mix of amusement and excitement, their eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction.

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 as in a last-ditch effort to maintain a shred of dignity Samael clamped his right hand over his his semi-erect circumcised cock unsatisfactorily tryng to veil the view from prying eyes while he 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.

Samael felt a rush of warm, eager hands as the girls descended upon him. Their giggles turned to squeals of delight, the sound piercing his ears like shards of glass. He was no longer a person but an object of fascination, a living anatomy lesson laid bare for their entertainment. His cock, now fully exposed, was met with a pattern of gasps and whispers. They touched him everywhere, their fingertips tracing his muscles, his ribs, his thighs. Each caress was a brand, searing him with a mix of fear and a strange, unwelcome thrill that he desperately tried to suppress.

Heather's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as she watched the scene unfold. She took a step back, allowing the girls to claim their prize, her own hands clenched into fists at her sides to resist the urge to join them. The power dynamics had shifted, and she reveled in the sight of the once-proud man reduced to a trembling wreck beneath the eager touch of her young charges. They poked and prodded him, their curiosity insatiable, as he lay there, a picture of humiliation and defeat.

The girls' hands grew bolder, reaching places that only a lover should touch. The counselors looked on with a mix of amusement and excitement, their own experiences with men now rewritten in this new narrative of female empowerment. It was a moment of pure, unbridled exhilaration, a collective rebellion against the societal norms that had silenced them for too long. Samael's whimpers and pleas were drowned by the crescendo of laughter and taunts, his dignity stripped away along with his clothing.

Amelia's heart thundered in her chest. She had never felt such a heady mix of fear and excitement. Her eyes stealing peeks onto the exposed organ between his legs, and she couldn't tear her gaze away. It was like watching a train wreck, horrifying and mesmerizing all at once. Her heart ached for Samael, his plight a stark reminder of the vulnerability she felt when he was ogling her naked. Yet, there was a strange, unwelcome thrill that danced in her chest, a dark curiosity about what was happening to him. She tried to look away, trying to bury her face in her hands, but her eyes kept darting back, drawn to the forbidden spectacle like a moth to a flame.

The girls closed in, a pack of hyena-like creatures feasting on their prey. They touched him everywhere, their eyes glittering with malice. His cock, now fully erect from the combination of fear and arousal, bobbed with each prod and pinch. Samael's mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare, but he was outmatched and overpowered. The feeling of their small hands on his body was surreal, a violation that somehow seemed to amplify his own desperate need for escape.

The touches grew bolder, more intimate. Tiffany, braver than the rest, wrapped her hand around his cock and began to stroke it lightly, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was alien, wrong, and yet undeniably arousing. Samael's body responded despite his mind's screams of protest. His heart hammered in his chest, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as he stared up at the sky, praying for deliverance from this twisted reality.

Only two females, exchanging glances, stood out from the chaos. Tears started streaming 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.

The counselors' hands moved with a mix of excitement and determination, their eyes alight with the power of the moment. They soaped him up with a vigor that was both efficient and humiliating. Samael felt the counselors' hands on his skin, slick with soap, their touches a stark violation of his respectability. The warm liquid ran in rivulets down his body, hot as the heat of their palms and the burning humiliation that engulfed him. Each giggle from the watching campers stabbed his pride like a knife.

The youngest of the campers, their cheeks a riot of reds and pinks, peered through the crowd, their innocent gazes wide and uncomprehending. Some giggled, their laughter high and sweet like the tinkle of a bell, while others pretended to look away, their cheeks flushing with a newfound understanding of the adult world. Their whispers were filled with questions, their curiosity tainted by the burgeoning knowledge of a power they hadn't quite grasped yet. Their eyes darted back and forth between the counselors and Samael's exposed genitals, the scene before them both fascinating and disturbing.

The older girls, those who had already dipped their toes into the murky waters of teenage desire, watched with a mix of amusement and hunger. Their eyes gleamed with an understanding that was both thrilling and terrifying. They whispered to one another, sharing their own secret thoughts about the man before them, their words a cacophony of giggles and speculation. They knew what was happening, and the excitement of the taboo made their hearts race, their breath shallow.

The counselors' soapy hands roamed his body, their movements both gentle and invasive. They lathered his chest, their palms gliding over his pecs, down his abs, and across his thighs. Samael's face burned with a blend of humiliation and arousal, his erection a betrayal that stood tall and proud despite his shattered dignity. They whispered into his ears, their voices sweet as honey and sharp as knives. "Look at how hard you are for us," one murmured, her breath warm against his cheek. "The girls are going to love this." Another counselor giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You're like a prize stallion on display."

The whispers grew louder, their teasing echoing in his mind like a taunt. "Look at the little ones," one counselor said, her eyes dancing towards the younger campers. "They're getting quite an education." Samael's gaze followed hers, his heart sinking. The youngest girls watched, their wide eyes reflecting a mix of shock and fascination. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut - he was the subject of their curiosity, their whispers, and their nascent sexual awakenings. His body was no longer his own; it was a plaything, a lesson in power dynamics they would never forget.

"I bet this young girls are craving doing all sorts of naughty things to you," another counselor giggled, her soapy hand stroking his buttocks with feigned innocence. The touch sent a shiver down his spine, not from pleasure but from the realization of his helplessness. He tried to pull away, but their grip was too tight. The counselors' laughter grew more raucous, the sound of their enjoyment grating against his pride.

"Look at him," one of the counselors said, her voice thick with amusement. "He's practically begging for it." Her hand moved lower, teasing the edge of his hip before tracing the contour of his waist, her fingers lingering just above the base of his cock. "But we're not done yet," she continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The little ones are going to love this part."

With that, she turned to the campers, her voice a siren's call through the hushed whispers. "Ladies, it's time to get up close and personal!". The counselors began to usher the girls forward, their words a heady mix of encouragement and instruction. "You see, this is what happens when men think they can just waltz in and take what they want," one of them announced with a dramatic flourish of her hand. "But here at Camp Athena, we don't just stand by and let them. We show them that we're in charge!" Her words were met with a roar of agreement and the girls' eyes lit up with the fire of rebellion. "Don't be shy," one counselor cooed, her eyes gleaming. "This is your chance to claim your girl power. That we are the ones in control!" The girls looked at each other, a mix of excitement and trepidation playing across their faces. They inched closer, their eyes wide as they took in the spectacle before them. Samael's body was a canvas of soap bubbles, his muscles taut with fear and anticipation.

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, involuntary 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.

[potatopenguin]

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.

I was hoping we'd get to see the aftermath with him fixing the pipes, I imagined it's him desperately trying to fix it while having his penis played with by Heather and telling him he better not mess up while aggressively stroking him.

[Sleepy Slobber]

I was hoping we'd get to see the aftermath with him fixing the pipes, I imagined it's him desperately trying to fix it while having his penis played with by Heather and telling him he better not mess up while aggressively stroking him.

I've been lacking the spark to write these two post-story spin-offs that I had on mind. One idea was about a camp counselor who doubles as the camp cook, she gets horny as she watches Samael work on front of her and teases and gropes him. The other is about a young camper who gets obsessed with him and thinks he will become her boyfriend and gets upset as she sees him being fondled and kissed by other girls. I guess I'm struggling to get motivated because the embarrassment of nudity novelty wears off and after that it comes to be just porn. But the aftermath is clear, he becomes the plaything of all the girls and having around a hundred pairs of soft hands and hungry eyes all over him all day is going to hinder his work to the point that will be weeks till he is finished, plenty of time for all the girls on the camp to have lots of fun. I'm hoping the hot days of summer will give me the inspiration I need to write them.

[TeenFan]

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!

I hope these add-on stories do take place.
I do plan to write a sequel type story, having been given the permission to do so. Been real busy with other tales to tell, but what you got
started here I would love to work with at some point.

[Sleepy Slobber]

Spin-off. The Mischievous Cook


Days blurred into a nightmare of humiliation and forced servitude for Samael as he labored under the unforgiving sun, his muscles aching from the never-ending digging and the constant groping from the campers. Each day, the whispers grew bolder, the giggles more brazen, as the girls grew accustomed to his nakedness and the power it granted them. The memory of the how they groped his body, exposed and vulnerable in the shower, was etched into their minds like a twisted badge of triumph. The more he tried to ignore them, the more they sought to claim him as their own twisted plaything.

Every day, the girls would gather around him, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and fear as they whispered about his manhood. They'd ask him questions, some innocently curious, others with a sly smirk, testing the boundaries of what they could get away with under the guise of innocence. He'd reply with gritted teeth, his voice strained, trying to maintain a semblance of dignity amidst the taunts. He'd watch Amelia from afar, her eyes downcast, her shoulders hunched as if bearing the weight of the world. She avoided him at every turn, and the guilt gnawed at his heart, a constant reminder of his failure to protect her innocence.

Most of the camp gathered around him as he worked, their eyes greedily devouring his naked form as he bent and twisted to access the hidden pipes beneath the earth. Heather, while internally thrilled by the unfolding dynamics, knew they had to maintain order, even amidst the chaos of their twisted games. "Alright, girls," she announced, her voice cutting through the giggles and whispers like a knife, "Let's give Samael some space to work. I don't want him too distracted, we still have to keep the camp running, remember?"Her words were met with a mix of protests and pouts, but she was firm. She had to maintain the illusion of control, even if she had her own plans for him every night. The campers reluctantly retreated, leaving him to his task. The counselors dispersed them to various activities, their smiles tight, as if holding back their own amusement at his plight.

Throughout the day, various groups of girls found reasons to "accidentally" stumble upon his work site, their laughter and giggles trailing behind them like the scent of freshly picked flowers in the heat of summer. Each encounter sent a shiver down Samael's spine. They watched him with unabashed curiosity, whispering among themselves as they pointed at his crotch. Some pretended to offer him a drink or a towel for his brow, their eyes lingering on his body as they leaned in close and playfully groped him, the sweet intoxicating aroma of their shampoo and lascivious youthfulness turned him on despite his desperate efforts to resist, to maintain his dignity.

The sun beat down on Samael's sweat-slicked skin as he dug furiously at the stubborn earth surrounding the camp's water pipes. His muscles rippled with each thrust of the shovel, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he worked. The heat didn't just emanate from the sun; it also came from the burning stares of the young girls that surrounded him. Martha, the chubby but pretty camp counselor who doubled as the cook, ogled him from the kitchen window, her eyes lingering on the sculpted form of his naked body. She was supposed to be preparing dinner, but the sight of him, a man at their mercy, was too tantalizing to ignore. Her cheeks reddened as she bit her bottom lip, her thoughts drifting back to the day she'd gotten to grope him in the shower. The way his body had quivered under her touch, the power she felt as she watched him try to hold back his pleasure, it was a moment she'd replay in her mind over and over again, especially when her hand slipped between her thighs at night.

Martha's thoughts grew more vivid as she recalled the moment of his climax, the way his body had jerked and the ropes of semen that had arced through the air to land on Amelia's terrified face. Her own face had flushed with excitement then, and now, the memory made her panties damp. The sight of a man, especially one as attractive as Samael, stripped naked against his will, the young girls losing control in such a primal way and forcing him to orgasm, it stirred something deep within her. It was power, she knew that much, the kind of power that made her feel alive, like she was part of a secret club of dominance that only she and the other counselors shared. The way Amelia whimpered and crumpled to the ground, sobbing, had stirred something dark and exhilarating within Martha. She felt a twinge of arousal now, just thinking about it, her hand slipping into her shorts to stroke her clit. She'd never admit it to anyone, but watching that scene unfold had been the hottest thing she'd ever seen. It was wrong, she knew, but the power dynamics of it all, the way it had shattered Amelia's innocence, had left her feeling oddly alive.

Martha's eyes followed Samael as he moved about the camp, the muscles in his body flexing with each swing of the shovel. She couldn't help the warmth that spread through her as she watched him. There was something undeniably captivating about his nakedness. The way his skin glistened with sweat under the unforgiving sun, the way his cock swayed slightly as he walked, it all played out like an erotic dance before her eyes. It wasn't just the sight of him that stirred her desires; it was the female empowerment at play, the way the young girls ogled and teased him, reducing a man to nothing more than a plaything. The humiliation he endured. It was a heady mix, a cocktail of taboo and thrill that she hadn't anticipated when she'd signed up for this job.

Her own hand stole to her crotch, her fingers moving in a silent rhythm that matched the pulse in her ears. The kitchen was a sauna of her own making, and she felt sticky and overheated. Her panties were already soaked, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. With a deep breath, she set aside the spatula and wiped her hands on her apron. The kitchen was in order, and she had a sudden, pressing need to join the fun outside.

Martha stepped out into the sunlight, her eyes immediately seeking him out amidst the throng of giggling girls. She approached him from behind, her heart racing with the excitement of a predator closing in on its prey. The giggles grew louder, the whispers more pointed, as the girls noticed her approach. She took a moment to appreciate the view: his firm, muscular back, the sweat beads trailing down his spine, the way his ass flexed with each shovelful of dirt he tossed aside. She felt a strange sense of pride knowing that she had a part in reducing this strong, confident young man to a mere object of their collective desire.

As she reached him, she couldn't resist the urge to touch him. Her hand snaked around his waist, her fingers wrapping around his cock. It was soft and warm, nestled against his thigh. The teens' eyes grew wide with anticipation, their whispers morphing into a collective gasp as she began to stroke him gently. His body stiffened, his breathing grew ragged, and his shoveling faltered as the blood rushed to his groin. The giggles grew into a crescendo, a symphony of lustful amusement at the sight of him being touched so intimately, so publicly.

Martha leaned in, her hot breath fanning his ear as she whispered, "Looks like someone's enjoying the attention." His cheeks burned, and he tried to pull away, but she held him firm. The girls' eyes were glued to the show, their expressions a mix of shock, excitement, and envy. Amidst their rapt stares, Samael's cock grew harder, straining against Martha's grip. The counselor's touch grew bolder, her strokes more deliberate. Heather watched from a distance, her smile widening as she noted the effect her counselor's touch had on him.

Martha's voice, thick with desire, called out to the gathered campers, "Why don't you all come and help me?" Her question was met with a symphony of gasps and giggles. The girls, emboldened by the situation, began to inch closer. One by one, they reached out tentative hands, touching him as if he were an exotic creature. The softness of their fingertips, the unspoken curiosity in their eyes, it was all too much. He bit his lower lip to keep from moaning aloud, his body tensing under the onslaught of sensations.

Heather's eyes gleamed as she got closer and watched the scene unfold. The atmosphere of feminist dominance was intoxicating. A man, so obviously out of his element, being used by a group of young girls who had been taught to be ashamed of their desires. But here, in this camp, they were free to explore. And she had given them the perfect toy.

Martha, feeling his pulse quicken in her grip, leaned in closer, her voice a seductive purr. "Stop holding it," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. "Just let go for us." His hips bucked involuntarily, and the girls' giggles grew to a crescendo. They had seen it all before, but there was something about watching a man lose control that never got old.

The tension grew palpable as Martha's hand slid faster and faster along his length. The heat of their touch, the youthful giggling, and the hungry stares of his audience created a vortex of sensation that Samael could not escape. His eyes squeezed shut, and he bit back a groan. The counselor's smirk grew wider as she felt the telltale twitch of his thighs. "Almost there," she crooned, her voice a siren's call in the chaos.

And then it happened. The dam broke, and Samael's orgasm washed over him like a wave. His body arched, muscles tightening in a silent scream, as ropes of semen shot forth, staining the shirt and short pants of one of his young tormentors. The sound of the squeals and laughter of the teen girls was music to Martha's ears, a symphony of triumph. She had created a spectacle that these young ladies would talk about in whispers and giggles long after the summer's end.

The teenage girls stared at the sticky mess, a mix of lust, fascination, and excitement on their faces. Their giggles grew louder as they realized the power they held over this young man. They had pushed him to a place of no return, and it was exhilarating. Each drop of cum was a trophy, a declaration of their newfound dominance.

Among the crowd, the younger ones giggled with delight, their eyes wide with curiosity and mischief. They pointed at the cum-stained camper, whispering to each other with a mix of horror and excitement. "Eww," one of them exclaimed, "You got boy juice on your clothes!" Their laughter was high-pitched, a blend of innocence and nascent sexuality, a stark contrast to the gravity of what had just occurred. Meanwhile, the older girls looked at him with a mix of lust and smugness, their eyes gleaming with the thrill of having witnessed something taboo.

Martha's wicked smile grew wider as she leaned into Samael's ear, her breath hot against his skin. "But we all know bulls aren't meant to be milked, do we?" Her voice was a siren's song of innuendo, the words slithering down his spine like a serpent. Her grip grew stronger, squeezing the final droplets of cum from him, before she pulled away with a flourish. Her fingers, sticky and glistening with his essence, hovered in front of her face. A playful glint danced in her eyes as she brought those same digits to her mouth and licked them clean, the sweet taste of victory on her lips. She smacked them together and then playfully slapped his butt with a resounding crack. The sound echoed through the clearing, sending a ripple of laughter through the group of girls.

Samael took a deep breath, his body trembling from the forced climax, and stumbled back to his feet. He looked around, his eyes glazed over with a mix of embarrassment and resentment. The girls stared at him, a mix of awe, excitement, and a hint of pity. He knew that this wasn't the end of his ordeal, that his torment would continue until the repairs were finished. His gaze fell, heavy with shame. When he dared to look up to search for his shovel, he saw Heather staring at him, the smile never leaving her face. "Back to work, Samael," she said, her voice dripping with sweet condescension. "We're all tired of waiting on you to get our showers running again."

[Jeepman89]

Amazing chapter! Loved it.

[TeenFan]

I hope Martha remembered to wash her hands before she went back to cooking.
I can also imagine the cook burning the soup as she gets caught up massaging her pussy, as she replays the scene in her head.

The other possible spinoff story, about a jealous young camper, sounds intriguing. Since that girl imagines the worker to be like her boyfriend,
it means that girl gets some alone time with Samael, and she gluttonously gazes upon his body for hours while thinking naughty thoughts.