Tiffany walked into her home, sore and cranky, not having changed or showered at all from the tough practice. Too many of the players, boys and girls, had fucked up simple drills they had practiced over and over. As captain it fell on her to bear the brunt of the responsibility.
"Dinner is in the fridge. I have a late meeting with Singapore. I won't be home tonight. Love, Mom."
The note rested on the table next to the main door. Rolling her eyes, Tiffany expected nothing else.
"This shit better be worth it. At least my cunt gets a rest tonight. I still think I'm leaking goo from the other night," she complained. "I'll accomplish my goals and then there will not be any more need of that damned book."
Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, Tiffany scoffed at the dinner.
"Least you can do is make something different than casserole again, mom," Tiffany commented, tossing it into the microwave. "And why am I the one who has to take it? Why couldn't I be the one to get the cock and fuck you? If I wanted to get fucked by a cock I'd just get a boyfriend."
Her attitude completely flipped compared to the other night. Getting fucked by a huge, supernatural futa cock would do that to a woman, but an evening of momentary lust did not completely change her attitude.
Bzzzzz...
Feeling the vibration of the cellphone in her pocket, Tiffany pulled it out to see who wanted what now.
"Seriously, another practice again tomorrow after getting our butts handed to us today?"
The coach had sent out a mass text to all the players on the team mailing list through their official school emails. The message told the teams to get ready for another hard practice before a day of rest before the weekend game.
So far after their excellent home opener the team's morale shot through the roof and Tiffany wanted to make sure they won again on the weekend. She just did not think the coach would run them ragged so early in the season.
"Guess I better get the ice ready. I think I'm going to need it."
Bzzzzz...
"What now again?" Tiffany scoffed.
Looking at her phone again, she saw the message from a teammate.
"Can you believe it? Some of us have a life, ya know."
As annoying as it was to practice again so soon, it was only that to Tiffany, an annoyance. She planned to go pro so getting a text from a teammate wanting to bitch about it to her, only made the captain not trust her commitment. Thinking was one thing, making it known was another.
"We signed the contract she gave us at the start of the season. We knew this would happen going into it."
Tiffany hit send, hoping that'd be that for the evening. Coach Rodriguez made it known at the start of the season what to expect, spelled out in a multi-page contract. She said it'd prepare them for the real world, for the companies and corporations that made its workers sign any number of documents to work for them. Part of that contract, hidden deep within one of the terms, outlined all non-essential, non-emergency communications to be sent to the team captains first.
So when her phone buzzed again with another player sending a complaint about practice, Tiffany had only herself to blame. She didn't have to be the captain. Coach Rodriguez didn't put a gun to her temple, cock the hammer, and threaten her life to put on the armband. Nope, Tiffany craved the power and prestige, and with it came annoyances such as these.
The microwave dinged. Opening the door, a sweet, delicious smell emanated from the plate. Even though she complained it was casserole, her mother did make great meals. She took the plate, letting it rest on the kitchen counter while nosing around in the fridge. Out came two bottles. One with a thick looking, white goo inside the bottle. The other plain water.
"I guess this is one way to get my fill if I'm not getting fucked."
Pouring the goo, it quickly melted into the cheese, macaroni and beef, as if it were Caesar or ranch dressing. It helped add to the delicious aroma filling up the kitchen. Taking the plate, fork, and water over to the living room, Tiffany put her feet up to watch highlights from women's leagues around the world. She wanted to study at the same time as feasting.
Male and female soccer are the same but different. Same rules, same nets, same balls, but their abilities were vastly different. The men were taller, stronger, faster than the women. Nothing Tiffany could do about that. Studying the men's game, while not a total waste of time, would not fit her goals. To compete with the women, she needed to study the women.
"Why did mom's cum have to taste good as a dressing," Tiffany commented, chewing the first bite of her dinner. "The things I have to do to compete."
"Tonight's highlight of the night comes all the way from the Italian leagues. Bianchi, Roma's star striker is lighting up the highlight shows with two wonder strikes in two, thanks to the magical passing of Krystal Knight," the TV announcer commented. "The veteran is showing all-star form, skipping the rocks on the pond to set up a fantastic hip high goal."
"After moving to Roma, some people thought her career was on the downward spiral, but the capital is singing her praises..."
Tiffany kept eating, completely focused on examining, admiring Krystal's form. She taped all the highlight shows to give her something to watch during her downtime, but as a defender it allowed her to learn how to better position and defend against freak goals. She knew exactly how Bianchi got the proper angle thanks to the opposing defender not marking her correctly.
It sounded arrogant. How would some no-name high schooler, with the luxury of hindsight and a rewind button, be able to do better than a pro in the heat of the moment? She just knew. A piece of her brain processed the situation quicker and understood the threat.
Finishing dinner and the highlight show, Tiffany turned the TV off and headed upstairs. If her mother had work tonight, she'd find a different way to take care of the urge between her legs.
X
Nik sat on the couch, laying back, listening to the loud, raunchy, sucking noise coming from between his legs. Veronika bobbed her head up and down ravenously, slurping and sucking without any filter, trying to get every drop of cum from her son's balls. Truth be told, the stench of sweat didn't exactly get her cunt dripping wet, but after he stumbled into the house, exhausted from the day's practice, she wasn't going to berate him for not smelling like flowers.
"I can't imagine now what it was like to come back from practice without you sucking me off, Mommy," Nik commented, eyes closed to enjoy the hardcore service.
All Veronika told him to do, before stripping and sitting, was to give her time to grab some towels so his stench and sweat wouldn't infect the couch. All the mouth slop, all the rolling beads of physical exertion, ruined the towels instead. A simple wash away from clean. She already had to replace one couch and a couple mattresses from the birthday orgy.
