Tall girls, do your worst!

You think they don’t mean any harm, and you could use some friends in a place like this, even if they see you as a piece of meat.

“Okay, just don’t rush me all at once. I’m still getting used to this,” you reply. Kelsey nods, taking your hand and leading you to the grass while the others follow you:

“I get it, we’ll take it slow. To start, you’ll need to lose that top.” The big titted girl with paint handprints - Jackie? - pulls off your uniform top, lifting up your arms.

“I’m gonna put it in a cubby by the volleyball court, okay?” Jackie asks. You nod, and she walks off.

“Don’t fuck on the volleyball court, Jenny!” One of the other tall girls calls out to her, and the group giggles. So she's Jenny.

“The sand incident, she’ll never live it down,” Kelsey laughs as she gets on her knees in front of you on the grass. Kelsey rolls your socks down, taking advantage of her position to rub her face on your cock. You aren’t sure how you feel about it. They’re as tall as your rapists, and they’re acting creepy, but they do seem to care what you think. Another girl passes some small tubes of paint around the group.

“Let’s all do a little piece on Eric!” She says to the others. She has circles drawn on her gravity-defying B-cups and a messy (sorry, impressionist) painting on her flat belly of sperm entering an egg.
Without making any sudden moves, the girls squeeze paint onto their fingers and start drawing on your body. One of them is drawing something on your back. You feel hands on your legs, spreading your feet apart so they can trace their colorful fingers on your thighs. The girl handing out paint pulls your hand out to the side, rubbing her pussy on your knuckles as she paints on your forearm. Kelsey has gotten you hard, and she smears more green paint on her lips before pressing them against you over and over between your legs and on your balls, leaving a final green kiss mark on your shaft.

“That’s not gonna last,” Kelsey grins, looking up at you.

“I figured,” you laugh as she reaches up to paint on your front. This isn’t so bad. You regain control over your limbs as the girls finish their artwork on you. Only fertilization girl is still painting you. Your hand is getting wet, and you suspect she’s just found an excuse to keep rubbing her pussy on your knuckles. You see Jenny walking back to the group, empty handed. You can’t really see the nipples of her multicolored tits under all the paint, and the color contrast makes their bounce more visible as she approaches you.

“I put it in A-22,” Jenny says, taking your free hand and painting the number of the cubby on it. Gently, she turns your hand over and covers the palm in paint, then presses it to her own tit. You feel the skin yielding as Jenny intentionally moves it around, making herself feel good. Under the paint, you can feel her nipple stiffen as she looks at you. You can’t take the tension. You free your arm from the girl with the fertilization painting, noticing that she drew sperm cells on it in white, and pull Jenny’s head down to kiss her as you squeeze her tit. Jenny bends without resistance and closes her eyes as you press your lips to hers. The girls get loud:

“Oooooooo!”

“Save some for us!”

“Looks he really does have some balls!”

“Jenny’s not gonna be lonely tonight!”

Jenny sticks her tongue into your mouth. It’s really long, definitely proportional to her height. She feels your tongue, the roof of your mouth, and you move your tongue into action against hers. You look around, and all the girls are just leering. You realize that they’re not touching you so the paint can dry. Finally, you release Jenny and she stands there, smiling down at you. You look down when you feel Kelsey brush a finger against your painted cock.

“It’s dry!” She declares.

“Not for long!” Fertilization girl shouts, and you laugh with them.