Her Opponent

The black-haired girl brushed a rogue hair from her sweaty face. This was her moment. With her loyal life partner behind her she felt unstoppable. She gave him the view he always craved as she leaned forward, even pulling her shorts taught. The see through fabric was so wet, it was dripping love juices to the ground below her. She knew her boyfriend's cock grew as he watched her.

Alice prepared herself. She knew the shock was coming and she had prepared herself. As she walked to the centre of the field, she pulled up her shirt showing her slick breasts to the onlookers. Holding the fabric with her chin, she squeezed her breast for milk with her empty hand, at let it go before licking her hot milk from her palm. Nice, sweet breastmilk.

Alice pulled her shirt down again and grabbed the racket with both hands. This was it. This was what it had all been leading up to. All her training, all her fighting.

The girl tossed the ball and sent it barreling over the net. Alice felt her g-spot reach its limit, and Alice almost lost her footing. A meager hit sent the ball back to her opponent, but also left her pussy quivering. The black haired girl let out a sultry moan as she returned the ball again. Alice could see the girl's nipples grow wet through her shirt. Before she returned the ball, the poor girl's shirt was almost as see through as Alice's. Like she possessed, the girl returned the ball, during her orgasm and the hit only fueled the fire. Before the yellow sphere of doom returned, Alice's cute opponent was on her knees desperately rubbing her clit and dripping pussy juices onto the field. When the ball bounced and confirmed Alice's victory, there was already a small puddle of love under the black-haired girl.

In a flash, the girl felt all the pressure build up in her womb. In a moment, she had gotten her womb painted white.

As she looked up from her self-love she saw the cocky smile from Alice. She looked past her towards Jack, who was visibly stroking his cock through his pants. She was his now. His girl. His slut. Her belly would forever be marked by his virile seed, and even though he didn't even know her name, she kinda loved him already. Her mind blanked from the pleasure and bliss and she laid her racket beside her. The dark haired princess laid back spreading her legs and pulled her shirt up, like Alice before her. With one hand the new mother rubbed her clit as if her hand was magic. With the other, she squeezed her perky breasts hard, letting her milk spray.

In just a while, her pleasure peaked and she arched her back, spraying her love juices a few feet in front of her. Alice knew her pleasure from her loud grunts and wails of ecstasy. Even though Alice had taken the match, she felt like she was missing out.

With a look to the stands for her bald boyfriend, she felt her privates yearn for him. Why couldn't she be the one getting forcefully inseminated? Filled to the brim with his hot spunk and being **** to her knees by the pleasure. Alice felt the urge to go sit by her opponent and finger fuck herself to a squirting orgasm, but alas she didn't act on it.

Instead she looked to the judge to make sure of her victory, before walking out of the field and joining her boyfriend in the changing room.

"Tough match out there, Alice. I'm so proud of you for pulling through."

His words were warm and cozy, but there was just one thought on her mind. There was no answer from Alice as she charged right up to the young man and tried to smother him with kisses. Before he could react, she'd already freed her hair and kicked off her shoes. His hands grabbed her hips and before she could free herself, he'd pulled her off of him.

"Let's get you out of your gear first." he laughed, and before long he was sitting on the bench next to the lockers and she was removing her milk drenched t-shirt.

A few drops of milk still left her nipples when she pulled the shirt over her head, but they soon fell to the floor as the shirt was discarded. Before the shirt hit the floor, Alice was already mounting her boyfriend, a favorite technique of hers to remove the harness.

As she fished out his throbbing cock from his pants, he loosened the straps and pulled the harness off her. A loud PLOP sounded when the tip of the dildo finally let her labia go and a single long drop of love and lube followed the harness's descent to the floor.

Now completely naked Alice moved to kiss him again, but he stopped her.

"Would you like to take this to the showers before getting dirtier?" Jack asked.