Nursing The Football Team: Gangbang Hucow Lactation Age Gap Milking Breast Feeding Adult Nursing Age Difference XXX Erotica
Romance, Erotica, BDSM
| Author: | Nikita Storm | ISBN: | 9781386179672 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm | Publication: | May 21, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nikita Storm |
| ISBN: | 9781386179672 |
| Publisher: | Nikita Storm |
| Publication: | May 21, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
It was the BIG game. You know the one - where all the talent scouts are there looking for the Next Big Thing. Wanting to get a leg up on the competition, Dave - coach of the college team - called up his wife, Sheila, to call in a favor. A BIG, MILKY favor.
Sheila was to be their pre-game nurse-maid, suckling the men and getting them ready.
Milk. It's what big, horny, hunky football players crave.
Excerpt:
"You want me to what?" Sheila nearly spat into the phone.
"Calm down, honey," Dave whispered into his cell-phone. "It's all very simple and I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."
Sheila gave an exasperating sigh as she ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair. "Please go on, honey, it's just that I've had a long day and wasn't expecting this."
"As you know," he whispered and smiled at one of his men in the locker room. "This is the big game. You know - all the talent scouts are here and, well -" He hated to use this card, but it was the truth, "This game could decide my future with the university."
"Our house!" Sheila cried out into the phone so loud that he had to pull it away from his ears.
"Hey coach!" Larson, the team's leading running back, smiled and waved, the shine off his black skin from his pre-game workout nearly blinding the coach.
Dave nodded quickly, wanting to get back to his call.
"Say hi to the wife for me."
The whole team absolutely loved Sheila, the coach's wife.
"Honey, calm down," he continued. "We still have a couple hours."
"But," she said, changing the receiver to the other hand so she could continue putting away dishes. "I don't understand what any of this has to do with me."
"Let me explain, but I'll have to make it quick. Promise me that if you need to talk about it, we'll do it later - after the victory celebration tonight."
Sheila breathed deeply, frustrated by the whole thing. "All right, but this better be good, buddy or someone's going to be in the doghouse tonight."
Dave slipped into the women's locker room where he could get some peace and quiet for a few minutes as he paced up and down.
"It's like this, honey. These guys were on the cusp of greatness and I knew of a way to help them over the hump."
"How?" Sheila furrowed her brow.
"By..." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Hiring a milk-maid to nourish the players before each game."
Sheila breathed in sharply. "Oh my God, Dave, you mean you...cheated?"
"Oh God, no, honey." He said frantically.
"Then what?" She demanded.
"Well, at first it might have given them a few more vitamins and whatnot that their growing bodies needed, but I'm pretty sure now it's all psychological."
Sheila couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stopped putting away the dishes and began pacing around the kitchen.
"Did you...partake...of..." She couldn't even bring herself to ask the question.
"No!" He said emphatically. "I'd never do anything like that to you."
"Good," she said, relief flooding her body. "But that still doesn't explain --"
At that moment, one of her breasts began to leak milk and she gasped. "Oh my God, Dave, you don't mean --"
It was the BIG game. You know the one - where all the talent scouts are there looking for the Next Big Thing. Wanting to get a leg up on the competition, Dave - coach of the college team - called up his wife, Sheila, to call in a favor. A BIG, MILKY favor.
Sheila was to be their pre-game nurse-maid, suckling the men and getting them ready.
Milk. It's what big, horny, hunky football players crave.
Excerpt:
"You want me to what?" Sheila nearly spat into the phone.
"Calm down, honey," Dave whispered into his cell-phone. "It's all very simple and I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."
Sheila gave an exasperating sigh as she ran her fingers through her long, blonde hair. "Please go on, honey, it's just that I've had a long day and wasn't expecting this."
"As you know," he whispered and smiled at one of his men in the locker room. "This is the big game. You know - all the talent scouts are here and, well -" He hated to use this card, but it was the truth, "This game could decide my future with the university."
"Our house!" Sheila cried out into the phone so loud that he had to pull it away from his ears.
"Hey coach!" Larson, the team's leading running back, smiled and waved, the shine off his black skin from his pre-game workout nearly blinding the coach.
Dave nodded quickly, wanting to get back to his call.
"Say hi to the wife for me."
The whole team absolutely loved Sheila, the coach's wife.
"Honey, calm down," he continued. "We still have a couple hours."
"But," she said, changing the receiver to the other hand so she could continue putting away dishes. "I don't understand what any of this has to do with me."
"Let me explain, but I'll have to make it quick. Promise me that if you need to talk about it, we'll do it later - after the victory celebration tonight."
Sheila breathed deeply, frustrated by the whole thing. "All right, but this better be good, buddy or someone's going to be in the doghouse tonight."
Dave slipped into the women's locker room where he could get some peace and quiet for a few minutes as he paced up and down.
"It's like this, honey. These guys were on the cusp of greatness and I knew of a way to help them over the hump."
"How?" Sheila furrowed her brow.
"By..." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Hiring a milk-maid to nourish the players before each game."
Sheila breathed in sharply. "Oh my God, Dave, you mean you...cheated?"
"Oh God, no, honey." He said frantically.
"Then what?" She demanded.
"Well, at first it might have given them a few more vitamins and whatnot that their growing bodies needed, but I'm pretty sure now it's all psychological."
Sheila couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stopped putting away the dishes and began pacing around the kitchen.
"Did you...partake...of..." She couldn't even bring herself to ask the question.
"No!" He said emphatically. "I'd never do anything like that to you."
"Good," she said, relief flooding her body. "But that still doesn't explain --"
At that moment, one of her breasts began to leak milk and she gasped. "Oh my God, Dave, you don't mean --"
