Alice gets the ball

Alice followed the yellow ball as it flew towards her. It bounced a few times on the ground before rolling to her feet. Quickly, she grabbed it and made herself ready for the first serve of the game.

She pressed the racket and ball together in her hands, shifting her weight between her legs. As her sight narrowed and her focus grew, she leaned further and further forward. She felt the fabric of her shorts pull taught as her back arched a little and behind her she heard the crowds whistles. At that moment Alice realized why. Her white little shorts were saturated with her her love liquids. Ever since her pussy was filled by the dildo on her harness her pussy had been aching, begging for more. Her warm lust had seeped right into the fabric, which stuck to her skin and rendered her shorts see through.

Alice looked over her shoulder and smiled for her audience before lining up her shot. Her hand let the ball fly up for the serve and as it started to come down she couldn't help but feel like she'd been forgetting something. In the moment of silence she pushed the thoughts out of her head and made the hardest serve she could muster. The following second was just a haze for her.

In one moment she was hitting her serve, the other she was on her knees. As she hit the first serve of the match, her poor pussy was assaulted by the multiple vibrators inside of her. She felt the strong vibrations instantly overstimulate her g-spot and when Alice tried to see her opponent, her eyes were already rolling back. She knew this was going to happen! It always happened! How could she forget this? She felt her entire lower body pulse with ecstasy and it never seemed to want to stop. Her nipples felt electric and her poor muscles refused to heed her commands. As Alice's knees gave out, she could have sworn it'd been minutes, but in truth it had only been a few seconds.

She heard the crowd mocking her: "How could she cum from the first serve alone? Was she really this much of an amateur? A slut? A whore?"

All the embarrassment and their degrading words only pushed her lust further. As she orgasmed, she involuntarily pushed her hips into the air, arching her body and quivering like a leaf in the wind. As the pleasure subsided and the beautiful afterglow started, she let her body relax, something the crowd actually respected, but it was short lived. The umpire decided she'd been out of it too long and decided to give her another hit.

The moment after, Alice was again arched from her shoulders to her tiptoes and cumming like a slut in front of thousands. During the peak of the girl's pleasure, she felt her body taking her hand. Her pussy juices, helped by gravity, followed her toned stomach up her body. Her breasts and nipples felt like two suns warming her entire body to a hot tingle, and before she knew it, her shirt was moist. Alice felt her warm milk flow in spurts from her nipples, like her black potion had promised her. The slick juices from her still orgasming ladybits had finally flowed down to her breasts, mixing her two liquids of love. Her shirt stuck to her chest like a wet towel, just as see through as her shorts and she realized at that point that the game was still ongoing.

With great effort, Alice got to her feet, but with the orgasmic tremor left in her legs and white milk following her shirt and dripping to the ground already, she knew this match was going to be too much for her.

"I'm so sorry, Jack. I'm going to carry another man's baby..."