Coaching the Cheerleaders: Brandy: Cheerleaders, #3

By Jack Lee

Ol' Coach is back! My starting quarterback's MILF, Brandy, asked me to help him figure out his post-high-school options. After talking with him, Brandy offers to thank me--but before she can get on her knees and show her appreciation, her husband, Dean, lets us know that he wants in on this. Men's erotica. Explicit. M/M/F. Anal. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sherry Reid
• Release date: Nov 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519905321

Jack Lee

Jack Lee's done lots of cool stuff. He's played poker, been in the military, and worked in different factories across the Southern United States. Currently, he lives with his amazing wife and their cats. These days, he gets to live his dream of being a writer. 

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Coaching the Cheerleaders: Brandy

Cheerleaders, Volume 3

Jack Lee

Published by Sherry Reid, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

COACHING THE CHEERLEADERS: BRANDY

First edition. November 15, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Jack Lee.

ISBN: 978-1519905321

Written by Jack Lee.

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Coaching the Cheerleaders: Brandy (Cheerleaders, #3) | Men’s Erotica by Jack Lee | Author’s note: All characters are at least age eighteen. | Cover image courtesy of Stuart Miles at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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Coaching the Cheerleaders: Brandy (Cheerleaders, #3)

Men’s Erotica by Jack Lee

Author’s note: All characters are at least age eighteen.

Cover image courtesy of Stuart Miles at FreeDigitalPhotos.net

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I stood in my crappy office in the high school’s basement, checking out the cheerleaders on the football field. Just beyond my only window, they tumbled and pranced, jumped and ran, making me rock hard. Damn, they were hot young ladies.

However, this wasn’t the afternoon to ogle amazing female bodies. My star quarterback’s mother was due in my office in just a few minutes to talk with me about...whatever. Brandy averaged one visit a week to complain about everything from the flavor of sports drink we provided for her precious baby to whether or not he had a shot at a college scholarship. Frankly, the little turd could, maybe, make it on a small community-college team, but not the big time. Lord knows I’d tried, all four years of his high-school career, to help him improve: extra practices, training films, talks about pro games we watched on TV in my office.

Whatever. I didn’t have time to rub one out before Brandy showed up so, instead, I closed the blinds and sat