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Color Guard Conquests Pt 04

Color Guard Conquests Pt 04

by daphne123
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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy.

NOTE TO THE READER

This series deals with a particularly strong and slightly unusual fantasy of mine, color guard girls. For those who don't know, the color guard is the group of girls in a marching band or professional drum and bugle corps that spin and toss equipment such as flags, rifles, and sabres, as well as performing dance routines of all kinds. The girls are usually very attractive, talented, tanned, toned, flexible, and enjoy performing for a crowd, usually in form fitting outfits.

Why are color guard girls a fantasy of mine?

Because I was one.

I was in my high school color guard for four years and then after graduation performed with one of the professional touring drum and bugle corps for three seasons.

Color guard girls really get to know each other well during a tour, and some of the ones I performed with are still close friends of mine today. Because I'm bi, it didn't take long for me to develop some very strong color guard fantasies.

So, if you are turned on by what sexy things color guard girls do in my fantasy world then please enjoy this series and my other stories that are tagged with the words "color guard" and "flag girl". If it isn't your thing, that's totally okay. You can always enjoy my many other stories.

-xoxo Daphne

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PART 4 - MOLESTING MISTY

Homecoming was always a big event for Sunny Park Early College. Because the school was so selective, and expensive, everyone went all out for homecoming, embracing most of the cliche trappings one would normally see at any school...but with a lot more.

The fact that Misty Price was on the Homecoming Court was a surprise to no one. She was the princess of the color guard, and in many ways, the entire school. A total daddy's girl, Misty was definitely spoiled and really particular about how she looked, often checking herself with a little pocket mirror she always kept with her.

Despite being the entitled princess, Misty was actually a very sweet girl with lots of friends. Her kindness to others made her popular as well as likable.

Of course, Misty had a great smile, her beautiful straight brunette hair was always gorgeously silky and fell luxuriously about her shoulders. Her breasts were large but perfectly proportioned to her figure, and with a perkiness that matched her personality.

As Misty was the tallest girl in the color guard, her skirt tended to appear just a little bit shorter than everyone else's, which made it easy for her to show off her best feature...

...her legs.

Although Misty had the perfect body, her shapely legs got a LOT of attention from guys at football games who would secretly watch Misty as she stretched her very...VERY...flexible legs before every performance by slowly falling into full splits on the track.

In her color guard skirt, Misty's legs were beautifully toned and unbelievably sexy. Her flexibility was legendary, and the source of many fantasies for guys who dreamed about fucking Misty in a wide variety of positions.

Because the homecoming pageant took place during halftime at the football game, Misty had walked back to the color guard storage room after the pre-game performance to change into her homecoming dress.

Misty had strutted back to the music building with her equipment bag over she shoulder, her short color guard skirt swaying with the long strides from those unbelievable legs of hers. During the football games, this entire area of the campus had always been deserted while everyone was in the stadium, so Misty assumed she was by herself.

As the flag girl princess entered the building, she quickly trotted upstairs to the color guard room where she could change her clothes. Misty had found an amazing royal blue dress for the pageant that she knew would really cause a stir. Her toned, shapely, and amazingly flexible legs were going to look unbelievably hot in the high cut dress.

Misty was looking forward to wearing it during the ceremony in front of the entire student body.

The color guard room was actually more of a loft above the main music rehearsal area, accessible only by a ladder. It was fairly small, almost like an attic, but always well organized. It had to be, because it contained all the color guard poles, silks, rifles, sabres, bags, uniforms, and storage areas for each of the girls. It also gave the girls some privacy while they changed their outfits.

For Misty though, the best features of the room were the large mirrors stretching from floor to ceiling on each of the four walls which allowed all the girls to check their uniforms, fix their hair, and basically preen themselves before a performance.

As Misty put her guard bag down, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. With her hands on her hips, she flashed her perfect smile and turned from side to side, giving cute poses, flirty glances, and goofy faces to herself in the mirror as she got silly with her reflection.

She was adorable.

Wanting to stretch her legs a little before changing into her dress, Misty took hold of the large countertop attached to the wall, raised her right leg, and placed her ankle on the edge of the counter. It was fairly high, and so Misty found herself essentially assuming a standing split. Leaning in to stretch her very flexible leg even further, the color guard princess placed both hands on her ankle and sensually caressed herself all the way up her curvy leg to the bottom of her skirt. Flinging her hair back, the teen rocked her hips back and forth against the counter.

Misty always found that there was something very erotic about having her legs spread wide, whether she was falling into splits, doing heel stretches, or just opening her legs as part of a dance routine, it made her pussy tingle every time.

She often loved doing those leg stretches in the guard room, especially when no one else was around.

Misty brought her right leg down and repeated this performance with her left leg, sighing with what one could almost call erotic pleasure as she caressed herself and pumped her hips against the counter.

Thinking about how hot her legs were going to look wearing that dress, Misty noticed she was starting to get really turned on.

After bringing her left leg back down, Misty locked her eyes on her reflection and began spreading her legs as far apart as she could go without losing her balance, letting gravity do the rest. Falling effortlessly into full center splits, Misty faced directly towards the largest of the wall mirrors.

Resting her hands on her hips, Misty smiled at her reflection, also in full splits and smiling back at her.

Arching her back to push her large tits forward, the flag girl cupped her breasts with both hands through her uniform top and lifted them up. Flinging her hair back, the color guard girl looked around just to be sure that no one else was there. Satisfied that she was alone, Misty began squeezing and massaging her own breasts, closing her eyes and sighing in sensual pleasure.

She wasn't sure if it was the excitement of the homecoming pageant, or knowing how amazingly hot she would look in her new dress, but Misty had never felt so beautiful and horny at the same time.

She knew she needed to do something about that...right now.

Still massaging her breasts with her left hand, Misty's right hand disappeared under her short color guard skirt and moved between her legs. Slipping her fingers into her attached panties, Misty quickly found her pussy entrance. Spreading the lips of her labia, the horny flag girl began making tiny little circular motions on her erect clit with her delicate fingertips.

"Oh..." she whispered as she gently stroked her throbbing pleasure spot, her entire body tensing up as the princess pleasured herself.

Most girls tend to masturbate with their eyes closed because it allows them to escape into their own private fantasy world. Misty, on the other hand, kept staring directly at her reflection, observing herself as she stroked her clit in her full splits wearing her color guard uniform. She wanted to watch her body shake uncontrollably as she made herself come. She wanted to see her beautiful eyes glaze over, her hips pumping, her breasts rising and falling, her hair whipping about, her fingers blurring over her clit and then disappearing inside her pussy.

She wanted to watch herself come.

"OH!" Misty gasped in pleasure as she stroked her clit faster, her gentle circular motions becoming an aggressive back and forth movement that made her entire body lock in tension.

"Ohgod!" The flexible flag girl's hips began involuntarily bouncing up and down in little hops, her wonderful shapely legs keeping Misty perfectly balanced in her splits position.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck..." Misty repeated over and over as she felt a strong orgasm beginning to build deep in her pussy.

Her yelps of pleasure rose higher and higher in pitch as the color guard princess slipped her other hand into her attached panties and inserted two fingers into her already soaked and highly sensitive pussy.

Misty knew exactly where to touch herself, quickly finding the spongy area just inside the top of her pussy wall...

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...it was the flag girl's G-spot.

The tiniest little motion of her fingertips was all it took.

"Oh! Oh!! Oh!!! OH!!! OH YES THERE!!! THERE!!! OH!!!! OH!!!!!" Misty's hips bucked violently, her long gorgeous brunette hair bouncing on her shoulders and down her back.

The flag girl princess masturbated as if her life depended on it, her right hand blurring across her clit at amazing speed, the fingertips of her left hand relentlessly stroking her G-spot inside her eager pussy.

"OH!!! OH!!!! OH!!!!! FUCK!!!!!"

The squelching noises coming from Misty's soaked cunt were quite loud, and only made the color guard princess hornier than ever.

"OHGOD!!! OHGOD!!!"

Misty had pleasured herself before, but only in her bedroom with her door locked. Watching herself in the mirror while masturbating in the color guard room felt so unbelievably naughty, even though she knew she was alone.

"Ohgod this is so hot..." Misty thought to herself as she blurred her fingertips across her clit as fast as she could while her other hand relentlessly stroked her G-spot just inside her pussy.

When the gorgeous flag girl felt her entire body quivering, she knew it was time.

"OOOHHHH!!!!! I'M COMING!! OH FUCK I'M COMING!!!"

With a loud squeal, Misty squirmed and wiggled her hips uncontrollably as her pussy clinched down hard on her probing hand. Every part of her gorgeous body locked in tension as the powerful waves of orgasm washed over her. Misty convulsed uncontrollably as earthquakes of pleasure had their way with her. She could feel the powerful contractions inside her pussy, the walls of her cunt pulsating around her fingers, her marvelous ass muscles clinching and unclinching with every climax as several orgasms in succession steamrolled her into wonderful ecstasy.

Misty watched herself come the entire time, keeping her eyes on her reflection as she surrendered to orgasmic oblivion.

"OOOOHHHHH!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOODDDDD!!!!!!!"

With an adorable high pitched squeal of delight, Misty rode out one more climax that took her by surprise just before she eased up on stroking her pleasure spots.

"Mmmmmm," Misty sighed in contentment, laying her head back as her pussy's contractions slowed and the post-orgasmic euphoria washed over her body.

The entire performance was beautiful, and so intimate. It seemed almost a crime that no one else had gotten to witness it.

Except...someone else had.

"OH!" Misty screamed in surprise as she suddenly saw someone in the mirror behind her leaning up against the door frame and clapping slowly.

(clap...clap...clap...)

"Wow," he said, clearly loving the view, "you look like you're enjoying that WAY too much."

Misty opened her mouth in surprise at the gall of his statement and put her hands on her hips in a huff.

"Who the heck are you!" Misty tried to sound authoritative, "you're not supposed to be in here!"

He actually laughed.

"Says the flag girl who was just finger fucking herself a moment ago."

Misty fell silent for a moment, and then looked up at him timidly.

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"What you do in private is your business," he said dismissively, "that's not why I'm here anyway."

Misty looked at him questioningly.

"Why are you here, exactly?" she asked as she started to get out of her splits position.

"Don't get up," he stopped her, "you look unbelievably hot with your legs spread like that."

Misty opened her mouth in disbelief at how forward this guy was being, and yet, she was so overwhelmed by his gorgeous features that she did exactly as she was told and stayed in position.

"Wait a minute," the flag girl began to put the pieces together, "you're the guy!"

"What guy?" he gave the slightest hint of a smile.

"You're that really hot jerk who has been fucking all of the color guard girls!"

"My my, word does get around," he said walking over to stand directly in front of Misty, her head at the same level as the large bulge in his trousers.

"You've been using us!" Misty admonished him in an accusatory tone, "checking us off your list one at a time like some perverted sexual scavenger hunt!"

"Guilty," he confessed without any remorse, "but it's your own fault for having such a hot group of girls on the color guard."

"You jerk," Misty fumed, "what gives you the right to treat us like your personal property?!?"

"Hey, it's not my fault that all your friends are easy."

"Excuse me?!?" Misty raised her eyebrows.

"I didn't force any of them," he shrugged, "they all wanted a really good fuck, I just made them admit it and then gave it to them."

Misty moistened her lips nervously.

"So now you're here to check me off your list?"

"You catch on quick," he said placing his hand gently under her chin, "and I've been really looking forward to fucking you."

Misty's mouth fell open, scandalized by his presumption.

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"What the heck is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh please," he rolled his eyes, "everyone knows you're the spoiled princess, the daddy's girl that always gets what she wants and feels she is entitled to everything."

Misty crossed her arms and pouted.

"Yeah, so what if I am?"

"There is nothing more fun than fucking a spoiled princess in the most degrading ways possible."

"Well I've got news for you," Misty insisted defiantly, "I don't do that. I'm a good girl."

He chortled.

"Good girls are just bad girls who haven't been caught," he retorted as he took one of the flag silks from the storage bins and walked around behind the color guard girl.

Stooping down, he firmly took Misty's right wrist and placed it behind her back.

"Hey! What are you doing?" the flag girl protested unconvincingly, "I didn't say you could fuck me."

"Don't give me that," he called her bluff as he placed Misty's other wrist behind her back, tying them both together with the flag silk, "I've already taken three of your friends. I gave each of them the best fuck of their lives, and you want to know what that feels like, don't you?"

Misty sulked...but remained silent as she felt him tighten the the knot of the silk firmly around her wrists.

"You can pretend you don't want it if you like," he commented as he walked around to face her once again, "it will just make it that much more fun to sexually break you."

"You conceited jerk!" Misty struggled in frustration, her legs still in full splits with her wrists secured behind her back, "untie me right now!"

Suddenly grabbing Misty's long silky hair on the back of her head, he got nose to nose with the girl who he intended to make his latest color guard conquest.

"You need to shut up now, bitch," he ordered forcefully, planting a long deep sensual kiss on her quivering lips.

"MMMMM!!!!!!!" Misty's eyes went wide as she gave a muffled squeal of protest in his mouth.

The good girl in Misty wanted to resist. She knew he was planning to do sexually degrading things to her in perverted ways she had never even thought of before. She knew that to him, she was nothing more than the latest Sunny Park color guard girl to be taken, and that all he cared about was fucking her before he moved on to another flag girl.

Misty knew all of this...and yet, he was so assertive and breathtakingly handsome that she still wanted to give herself to him...to do with as he wished. She wanted to be seduced, taken by force, and fucked ruthlessly.

Surrendering to her lust, Misty relaxed into the long deep kiss and began to moan with sensual longing.

"Ohhhhhhhh..." the color guard girl was absolutely swooning, desperate to let this gorgeous seducer have his way with her.

Their make out session was more arousing than anything Misty had experienced before. Completely under his spell, Misty pulled out of the kiss and looked up at him in total submission.

"Well?" he prompted.

Misty's beautiful doe-like eyes began to well up.

"Take me," the princess was almost begging, "do whatever you want to me."

"About time," he said beginning to undo his trousers.

Recovering her composure momentarily, Misty cocked her head to one side and smiled cutely.

"So, the rumor is you have an unbelievably large...ohmygod!" Misty gasped as he took out his massive man tool.

"Get to work," he ordered, placing his rod near her beautiful moist lips.

Misty's eyes went wide.

"That thing is enormous! I can't swallow that!"

"Your friends did...eventually," he said as if he was daring her.

"I can't even use my hands," Misty pouted.

"Aww," he taunted, "the spoiled girl has to actually do some work."

"You're such an ass," Misty said as she flung her hair back over her shoulder and took the first few inches of his shaft into her warm wet mouth, timidly bobbing her head back and forth.

"Oh for fuck's sake," he sighed impatiently, "you don't blow your boyfriends very often do you?"

"Mmm mmm," Misty shook her head as she continued giving steady pulls on his shaft, her eyes continuing to look up at him.

"You probably think you're too good for that don't you, your highness?"

Slightly annoyed at being talked down to, Misty rolled her eyes but continued sucking on his cock.

"There's a lot more shaft you know," he complained, actually looking a little bored, "let me know when you're ready to get serious."

"MMMPPHH!!!" Misty gave a muffled humph in protest, as if to say that she was doing the best she could with her arms tied behind her back.

"I don't have all evening, princess," he commented, "let's go."

Grabbing Misty by the hair, he began pulling her head back and forth in quick deep thrusts, forcing her to take more of his massive man tool.

"MMMMMM!" Misty's eyes went wide as she suddenly felt a lot more of his shaft fucking her mouth. The flag girl's long straight hair whipped across her shoulders as she tried to take as much of the cock as she could manage.

"There you go, bitch," he said pumping his tool deep inside Misty's warm wet mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat with every powerful thrust.

"MMMMMPPPPFFFFHHHH!!!!!"

Misty half choked and half gagged as she tried to take the massive cock. It was definitely a challenge with her hands restrained behind her back, her legs spread in full center splits, and her hair being pulled back and forth as he fucked her mouth. He was in control, and all Misty could do was try to take as much of his shaft as possible, all while looking up at him for approval.

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