I don't own Overwatch
So my best friend, Jeremy Wildhammer, had a problem… well to be more specific he had several problems. Bullies, nerves, and finally, and most importantly Coach Zaryanova.
Now the Coach is awesome; she was, and still is I guess, an Olympic athlete, a champion weightlifter, amazing in the school sports prograns, incredibly popular and friendly with the students and a knockout in every definition of the world. Sometimes it was hard to tell when she wore bulkier clothes but she was a muscular vixen… She had a curvy waist, large breasts, a tight muscled ass and a pretty face, all rolled into one giant package…
Speaking of packages let's get back to the problem. Jeremy has a certain reaction when it comes to the Coach. If the coach cheers him on, he gets hard. If the Coach yells at him to push himself harder, he gets hard. If she spends a particular gym class at the pool now dressed in a one-piece swimsuit that did nothing to hide her curves or six-pack abs, he got hard and spent the rest of the class in the bathrooms…
Which is where the bullies would come in. it didn't matter that he was a teenager with raging hormones, or that his erection was perfectly normal, or that he was just slightly a bit bigger than average size... then again that might have matter to the bullies. Jeremy got picked on because he was essentially a scrawny sickly kid, he was literally the Coach's exact opposite… And he had a thing for muscle girls…
I brought up my rising concerns with Ms. Ziegler, and in between shots of my cum inside her, she finally said she would talk to the Coach.
So now here I was looking for Jeremy after school. Ms Ziegler had plans with her boyfiend/not boyfriend Mr Shimada; that was a complicated relationship probably not helped my me spend an awful lot of time on supplementary lessons inside Ms Ziegler, and Ms Song had taken her gaming club to an after school event with another school. Hence, I was on my own and thought I could help my buddy… I finally spotted him standing outside staring at the gym. I saw him clearly sigh and open the door entering inside.
Well I needed to make sure my friend wasn't getting beaten up by bullies to I approached the door and listened in.
"Okay Jeremy!" the Coach said in her booming and prideful voice, "It has been brought to my attention that you have a problem with me."
Oh fuck…
I quickly made my way around to the side door of the storage shed and quickly snuck into the gym to find my buddy Jeremy and a woman literally twice his size, Coach Zaryanova: She was over six feet tall with bulging muscles, she was also currently dressed as a life guard with red stretchy pants and a blue tank top. She smiled down at my friend completely forthcoming, as I said the Coach was friendly with everyone. "So. You tell me your problem and I'll help you fix it." she said kindly…
Obviously having no idea what the real problem actually is…
"Um… I don't feel comfortable talking with you about this Coach…" he said fidgeting under his gaze. Oh no, I knew that fidget.
"Come on Jeremy." She said kneeling to eye level and smiling kindly at him, "I promise this stays between us. You can tell me whatever you like." She placed her hands on his shoulders, Jeremy was so small in comparison her hands completely engulfed them "You can confide in me if you're having any trouble…"
Jeremy don't do it… I thought, seeing his erection in his pants beginning to quiver into life. You have no idea the repercussions of this.
"…Coach. No Ms Zaryanova…" he began, a strange confidence that I had never heard him have before rising in his voice. "I really like you." He said, as if declaring his attempt to conquer some new land. "…When I think about you I get… well." The confidence vanished and he looked down.
Coach joined his gaze eyeing the large bulge in his pants. "Ah…" she said stoically, "…Now I understand the problem…"
She got to her feet and wrapping a muscular arm comfortingly around his shoulder she lead him towards the stacks of yoga mats closer to my corner of the gym. They were now giving me a clear view of both of them.
I knew what was happening the moment I saw her touch him. And I set my phone to record.
She gently set him down on the mats; literally, she lifted him easily off the floor and sat him down on them. His feet were barely off the floor as he sat onto of the mats. "So now that we have focused on the problem let's find the solution." She then let her hands drop to the side, displaying herself to him.
"What do you like the most about me? Is it these?" her hands gently caressed her tight muscular breasts, "Girls my 'size' tend to lose them as we bulk up. But every boy likes breasts right?"
"Um… there nice but…" he blushed as she continued to grope herself intently, "…But that's not what I like the most about you."
"Oh the 'most'…" she said, and a grin spread across her face, "Well is it my butt?" she asked, turning in place to display it, "Its firm and tight but if you squeeze hard enough you can get a handful."
"Um… not quite…" he was the shade of a tomato, not staring directly at her as his pants throbbed painfully. The posing was setting him off, watching her flex her muscles was blue balls levels of painful…
"Hmmm…" she seemed to think on it, "Do you think I'm pretty?" she said, giving him a smile and pointing to her face. With both hands striking a pose that Ms Song often did when cosplaying for the class, "…I always thought I was too wide in the chin."
"Coach you are really pretty…" he said, desperate once again to get his words out properly, "But… but that's not it…"
She sighed reluctantly, but I was beginning to realize it even if Jeremy was not. The coach was toying with him, she wanted him to compliment her. Yep, good call on the recording. "Well… then I'm just at a loss… I just don't have a clue…" she said, in a tone that suggested that she did in fact have a clue but my idiot friend was too overcome with desire to press his luck. "…What do you like the 'most' about your coach? Why don't you tell me?"
My friend fidgeted and I knew that he had reached maximum hardon. "…I like how big you are Coach…" he said sheepishly, "…I like how tall you are. I like you muscles. I like how if I tried to hug you I wouldn't be able to reach all the way around you… you make me feel safe." He said softly.
"Ah." She Coach clapping her hands, "We found the root!"
And too Jeremy's astonishment, the coach grabbed the fringes of her tank top and yanked it above her head revealing her very impressive six pack and torso, along with her very firm and pert bare breasts. She smiled knowingly as he stared like a deer in headlights, but not at her breasts like a normal red blooded teen but at her massive toned muscles, god she even seemed to be covered in body oil thanks to the heat of the gym…
"…You like this right?" she said, rubbing a hand slowly down her well muscled abs, "…I think that's sweet." She said huskily as he began panting like a dog in heat.
She broke him and she hadn't even touched him yet. "…What would you like now?" she asked as she watched him rub his pants slowly, practically drooling over her chiseled war goddess frame. "…Maybe you'd like to see my thighs?" she said, rubbing a well muscled thigh through her stretchy pants.
"…Please…" he whimpered pathetically, well to me, but this was probably getting him off something fierce by the look of it.
"I like young men with manners…" she said slowly, shimmying her pants to the floor of the gym. "…Good boys who say please…" and as she stood proudly in front of him in her tight blue panties she added, "…And thank you…"
"Thank you…" he repeated obediently as he viewed her, his rubbing increasing as he gazed hungrily at her…
"So… now that you've seen me… it's my turn please…" she approached him and his panting increase as she leaned close to his face and placed her hands gently on his uniformed pants, "Pretty please…"
Man the Coach was suddenly really fucking hot. It was now blatantly obvious what Jeremy saw in her.
He tried to get his pants off but his mind so filled with desire he was drawing a blank. Coach giggled and helped him, easily pulling his pants away and taking off his shirt. Huh. Jeremy was packing heat…
His erection was now displayed to the word, and suddenly the domineering Coach Zaryanova was taken aback, "Oh my…" she said, stepping away and viewing the vulnerable young man. "…Well Jeremy I guess you really do like what you see…" she smirked and placed her hands on her hips, "… What now zaika?" she said in her native Russian tongue. "You can ask me to do anything now."
Jeremy throbbed hard at hearing his new pet name, (I looked it up later, it meant bunny) it seemed fitting. But at the mention that he could ask anything of her he leaked pre-cum a little at the tip of his massive cock… balls it was like a horse's in comparison to the rest of him. "Can… Can you…" he began, some blood actually managing to get to his hormone addled mind instead of his dick, "…Can you pose for me Coach?"
"Zarya, zaika… you can call me Zarya." She said slowly and to his ever creasing delight she slowly raised her arms, and posed like a professional body builder. She slowly displayed herself as if suddenly elected Ms Universe. with each turn, with each stretch, Jeremy would groan, his hands squeezing tightly on the yoga mats as each individual muscle on her body stretched itself for him.
Coach had never been in a competition like that, she was a Olympic bodybuilder. But if she had entered she would've won on sex appeal alone. "Is this good zaika?" she asked with back turned and her biceps bulging as she struck a classic pose, you know the one everyone does if you ask the to flex "Do you like it?"
"Yes…" he said, suddenly pained as he whimpered, "Coach… it hurts. It hurts so much, what do I do?" he asked pitifully as his erection finally reach its utter peak.
"Oh my sweet zaika…" she said soothingly, gently approaching him and carefully lying him on his back as his erection continued to throb, "We do what I always do when I have a stiff, hard, muscle…" she breathed huskily against his dick, it throbbed impatiently towards her as if ready to attack her mouth. "I massage it until it relaxes…"
His scream of pleasure was almost girlish as her mouth slowly lowered onto his dick head. He squirmed confused underneath her but her hands held him in place easily until he finally adjusted to the feeling and relaxed as she applied soothing sexual relief to him. When he finally stopped squirming completely she placed her muscular hands around his dick, gently caressing him as if she really was just trying to massage him.
"Ah… ah Coach! Your amazing, it feels so good!"
She pulled her mouth away and stared angrily at him as her ministrations stopped, "It's Zarya, zaika…" she said firmly.
"Hmmm!" he goaned thrusting upwards trying to feel her again but she wasn't having it.
"We are very close now aren't we zaika? If you want more… call me Zarya." She said, completely okay with leaving him with a massive erection if he didn't.
"…Zarya please…" he whimpered pitifully again, practically crying as he fell hard, "Please Zarya you feel so good…"
"Of course zaika!" she said as if there was any doubt that she would continue. "How could I say no to you?"
Finally he came, instinctively his hands lashed out at what was giving him these new experience of pleasure and tightly gripped Zarya's head to hold her in place. Blissfully Zarya stayed still, he litereally couldn't force her to do anything his he tried he was that scrawny, but lovingly Zarya held herself in place as he erupted into her mouth.
"…Zarya…" he breathed contentedly as his hands dropped to his side, unaware that she had swallowed his load as easily as breathing.
"Zaika… focus my pet." She crawled next to him and slipped her panties off and dropped them to the floor. She was surprisingly lacking hair, but she still had a small tuft of blonde that told the truth about her pink hair. "…We need to seal the deal."
"Deal?" he asked blearily, but quickly focused on her nude wetness.
"Yes… I'll need to keep helping you with that after class, considering you keep getting teased…" she said smiling at him. "…But I can't just give you head every time so we're going to have a trial run…" then added huskily, "…of you inside me…"
"Coach…" he began.
"Zarya." She corrected kindly.
"But Zarya… I'm…" he looked sad, not meeting her eyes, "I'm not very good and… you don't have to feel sorry for me I can handle the bullies…"
He meant I could handle the bullies and I could, except I couldn't punch them all the time.
"…Zaika…" she said gently pulling him to face her, "…Jeremy. Come inside me… and relax…"
She hypnotized him. That's the only thing I can think off to have made him so calm as he crawled over her, his hardening dick lightly probing her folds. My mind suddenly thought of a tiny monkey trying to climb up a palm tree as he wrapped his arms around her trying to thrust inside her as he stared at her face.
He began to cry slightly as he couldn't seem to find her entrance, he grunted as his dick just kept missing he was so consumed with desire. Zarya shushed him kindly and slowly placed him into her entrance with her hands.
"Push now zaika…" she said lovingly and he did.
From the look on her face he was a perfect fight, she moaned contentedly as he thrust completely inside her, resting his head on her abs which judging from his face could have been as soft as pillows.
Gently, as they continued, Zarya stroked his hair, "You can go harder my love…" she said, "I do not break easily…"
Then laughing she grabbed his hands, placing them on her firm breasts, they didn't really move or jiggle like Ms Ziegler's or Ms Zhou's (if you blissfully caught her in something skimpy); they were more like those rocks on a rock wall you used to climb.
Speaking off.
"Pull ups my little zaika!" she laughed, "Do some pull ups as you work!"
Regardless of his delusional state of mental pleasure Jeremy understood as, still thrusting in her, he pulled up her body against her abs by using her breasts and pushing back down and repeating.
"One..." She began counting with a smile each time he did it, "…Two.... Three…" although, Jeremy seemed to be enjoying it far more than she did…
Finally he began quivering again, "Z-Zarya!" he warned but her firm muscular legs quickly wrapped around him and she gently shushed him as he struggled to pull out.
"It is okay my zaika…" she said softly to soothe him as he unleashed load after load of fresh baby making sperm into the woman he admired. "It is okay to enjoy yourself…" she cooed stroking his head.
When he was finally spent she pulled him up her body and tenderly kissed him. She was surprisingly soft considering how much she yanked him around, "…Zarya…" he groaned sleepily, resting his head on her strong shoulders.
"Shh…" she cooed, "Rest now… we'll practice more later my little zaika… you're a very good boy..." she cradled him against her as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"…did you enjoy yourself vuayyerist?" she asked suddenly looking in my direction coldly, "…Or do I have to ruin our moment to ruin you?"
I stood up, knowing I had been caught. She saw and recognized me, she knew I was Jeremy's friend. And to show her how much this moment meant to me. I moved my fingers across my lips as if to zip my mouth shut…
She glared at me silently, and nodded as we came to a quiet agreement.
Ever since that day Jeremy's bulling problems at the school ceased once the Coach had 'caught' the troublemakers unawares while they were bullying him and tossed them into the school pool… over the fence.
I kept to my agreement, I never said a word not even to Ms Ziegler, although I bet she knew. And also considering I had regular meetings with Ms Ziegler and Ms Song who was I to judge them...
But I did catch them more than once in a 'locked' room or storage shed, and I would always record them. Because every time I looked at them and their lovemaking she would look back, giving me just a little wink as if to say…
We're waiting for you to join in…
And each time it was getting a little harder and harder to resist… in more ways than one.
End