I don't own overwatch, or anything really.
So I've said before that I'm not an athlete, I'm a gamer. I don't really play sports but I still seemed to find myself drawn to them. Which is how I found myself one Saturday covering for one of our regular players while he was out on an injury, plus Jeremy was on the team too so I could suck it up so he could play.
Now Jeremy loved baseball, granted he wasn't great at it but hey he still had fun. We were up against our uh… rivals?... I'm going to actually go with annoyances; the Battleborn School. We were neck and neck with one inning left and Jeremy was up to bat.
Coach Zaryanova playfully ruffled his hair as she smiled at him before clapping his batting helmet on his head. Jeremy had a very, very special gift for baseball; a small strike zone. It agitated the hell out of the other teams' pitchers. Thanks to Jeremy we always got a base in the opening of the inning.
Mulkey, the pitcher for the Battleborns knew it too and it pissed him off even more than usual. Two balls went by and I could tell instantly that he was at maximum frustration…
"Go! Jeremy!" my mom shouted somewhere in the crowd. "Knock it out of the park!"
Once she had heard that I was playing of course she came, but my mom loved Jeremy almost as much as me, she saw him as an adopted son. His dad was a pilot for one airline or another and was always leaving him alone so naturally, my mom carried him home like a lost puppy.
But as Mulkey gave Jeremy another ball ignoring my mother's cheering I realized that the game was taking a toll on him moments before it happened. The ball cracked hard against Jeremy's helmet and the coach roared Russian obscenities as Jeremy dropped to the ground.
"Oh you little bastard!" roared my mother over the anguished crowd of Overwatch supporters.
"Sarah! Language!" Angela scolded as she quickly ran down from the bleachers and approached Jeremy on the ground as the umpire gave Mulkey a very verbal warning. Mulkey looked apologetic but he couldn't hide the smug smile on his face…
I watched as Zarya crushed a bat in her hand, it splintering under her anger. "Scott, take Jeremy's place on first base…" she growled angrily, glaring daggers of rage at Mulkey.
"Actually Coach…" I said coolly, glaring at him as well as Angela carefully took Jeremy off the field. "…Can I bat next?"
We exchanged a look for a moment, and then she turned to another player. "Matt. Take first base." She said, "Get in there Scott." She added as Matt ran onto the field.
Like a swordsman drawing his sword I pulled a bat from the rack and walked steadily onto the field as I held the bat like an angry samurai.
"Kick his ass Scott!" my mom roared.
Angela managed one last "Sarah!" before taking Jeremy inside with Coach watching them worriedly.
I stood in the batter's box and dramatically pointed at Mulkey. The Overwatch supporters cheered their approval, thinking I was declaring a home run. I then tapped home plate, with the bat and readied my stance, daring Mulkey to challenge me.
Mulkey's eye twitched as the Umpire roared a "Play ball!" behind me, but I kept my eye on Mulkey, as he wound up, and threw. The ball sped by over the plate, slapping hard into the catcher's hand. I had made it seem I was going to swing for it, but something in the back of my mind told me to hold on…
"Ball!" roared the umpire, and Mulkey spat on the ground, as the ball shot back towards him.
I pointed at him with the bat again and prepared myself for the next one. I swung but heard it suddenly slam into the catcher's mitt and I scowled. "Strike One!"
I sniffed as Mulkey laughed, but I pointed at him again, this time… he was going to get it.
He wound up and threw, the ball spun towards me as I kept my eyes on it… then I felt that familiar feeling I had gotten so many times before and swung. The ball cracked against my bat and flew straight towards Mulkey…
With the exception of two other people (not including myself) the crowd collectively groaned in sympathetic pain as the ball slammed between Mulkey's legs while he squealed like a little girl, clutching his crotch as the ball bounced away from him as he dropped onto the pitcher's mound in pain.
"Whoo! Yeah Scott!" my mother cried happily over the cringing crowd while Coach Zaryanova laughed her sexy muscular ass off while I walked to first base. The first baseman of the Battleborns stepped away from me as I looked at him coldly as the second baseman ran towards the pitcher's mound to get the ball. Seeing an opportunity as Matt dashed for third base I quickly dashed for second. Matt had slid to safety just as the ball slammed into the third baseman's mitt.
Mulkey slowly got up, shoving the second base player away and stomping towards me. "What the fuck man!" he roared (although still a little high pitched) shoving me off the base as he approached.
"You screw with my buddy you screw with me!" I replied pointing angrily at him and shoving him back harder.
"You tell him honey!" my mother shouted supportively.
"Sarah Snow!" came Ms. Ana's voice scathingly making my mother jump nervously while she angrily began approaching my now nervous-looking mother.
Coach Zaryanova was also on the field approaching me, but it was too late. Mulkey and I were both metaphorical miles from anyone, and he struck first. Mulkey swung angrily at me with a haymaker, I ducked the attack and came back up with an uppercut slamming into his jaw and knocking him off his feet.
And naturally, all hell broke loose; it was a miracle that nobody brought bats. The field swarmed with players as a full-on brawl escalated. I was swinging left and right as the Battleborn team swarmed me first. Parents were screaming at us as my team leaped to my defense. Coach Zaryanova easily waded through the brawling teenaged bodies pulling me and Mulkey apart.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!!!" came a dreaded voice roaring powerfully over the crowd.
Immediately everyone stopped fighting as if someone hit a freeze frame staring at the owner of the voice.
'God-help-us-all' vice-principal Reyes stood there dressed in the umpire's outfit, and apparently a longtime fan of baseball. I didn't even realize it was him. He might not have been the Battleborn's vice-principal but he could certainly radiate fear into anyone. He matched towards the mass of bodies, the boys sheepishly parted before him like the red sea as he glared at me and Mulkey held above the ground by Coach Zaryanova. "You." He said, his voice echoing powerfully into Mulkey's face, "Out of the game. You're done." Mulkey looked down ashamedly as Zarya dropped him unceremoniously back to the ground.
"And you, Snow." He stared at me, my face swelling up slightly from a cheap shot before I received reinforcements. "Detention. Now." He said coolly.
"I'll take him." Coach Zaryanova replied, "Lena!" she shouted suddenly, easily carrying me towards the school.
Ms. Oxton who had been appointed 'assistant coach' for today suddenly blinked surprised, looking around as she pulled the earbuds out of her ears. "Uh… yes?" then seeing the mass of bodies on the field she added regretfully "What did I miss?"
"You're in charge." The coach replied ruffling her hair, "I'll be right back."
"Good job honey!" mom shouted as I was carried away only to be smacked hard by Ms. Ana who had sat down beside her. "What?!"
"Play ball!" roared Reyes commandingly and returned to his position as the field cleared and I was pulled into the school building.
Carrying me underarm like a piece of old luggage, Coach easily carried me towards the school building. I frowned as we entered but turned towards the locker rooms, "Uh coach this is definitely not the way to detention…"
"Yes. Imagine that…" she replied, smiling mysteriously at me, "It's almost as if I wasn't taking you to the detention classroom."
"Ah…" I replied as she steadily made her way down the empty halls.
"You are a good friend to my little zaika…" she said suddenly, fondly saying her nickname for Jeremy.
"Yeah well, he's my buddy… I've always looked out for him. Watch his back, beat up his bullies…" I then gave her a very knowing but friendly look, "Keep his secrets…"
She nodded fondly, "Indeed… what was it you said? 'You screw with my buddy you screw with me'?" we were in the locker room now and she quickly tossed me onto the benches between the lockers. "Very accurate I imagine…" I sat down staring up at her towering muscular, but still extremely feminine body, "…Well Scott, such loyalty should be rewarded…"
"Uh Coach…" I began standing up as she kneeled in front of me, "I'm not sure about this…" she suddenly grabbed my pants and held me steady, staring up at me with seductive eyes.
"I screw with your buddy all the time…" she said, I could feel her hot breath through my clothes as she licked her lips. "And as his best friend, we should be close as well…"
"Okay wait, wait I am not cool with cheating with my best friend's girlfriend!" I said firmly. But my erection disagreed with my words and shot to attention in front of Coach's face. She smiled and chuckled lightly at it.
"My zaika's is bigger…" she said smiling deviously.
"Okay that's just mean…" I said coolly, trying to pull my pants back up, "Seriously though I'm not cool with… oh shit!" I hissed through my teeth as she took my dick into her mouth, almost instinctively my hands wrapped around her head and I thrust forward, trying to feel more of her mouth. "S-shit… S-shit!!" I hissed, thrusting into her throat as she just sat on her knees and took it. Holy shit the coach had a hell of a mouth.
She was vacuum tight, her lips making a tight inescapable seal around my length as her tongue expertly spun around the inside of her mouth lubing my dick and tempting my deeper inside her wet embrace. She practically sucked me inside her throat, she didn't even need to use her hands as my dick slid easily down her throat…
Stop fucking your best friend's girlfriend's mouth! My brain suddenly told me and I pulled my length from her throat. She gasped blissfully as a trail of her saliva and my pre-cum dripped between us. She stared up and me, licking her lips off the trail and slurping it into her mouth.
"You are cheating on my friend!" I said coldly, trying to step away but forgetting about the bench behind me forcing me to sit down, "We are cheating on my buddy! Coach this is not cool!"
Fuck I was being hypocritical. I mean, I was already cheating with Ms. Lacroix and Ms. Ziegler in their respective relationships. But this was different… sort of. Maybe… shit I'm a horrible person. I mean in my mind Gerard was a wuss and still treated Amelie badly though not nearly as horribly as before. And Genji was always a bit of an idiot with Ms. Ziegler and they still had threesomes with his brother and… okay now I'm just trying to justify it and it's not- my dick is in her mouth again!
"Stop blowing me!" I hissed, but my hips trusted angrily into Coacs's mouth as my 'moral code' argued with itself, "And stop… making me say things like that it's weird!"
She moaned expertly around my length as she sloppily slathered my dick with her tongue and saliva again, bobbing her head with practiced ease. Holy shit she rivaled Fareeha, and that's high praise indeed. Suddenly pulling away from my dick she gave me a very humored smile as she absently stroked me. "Shush… this is as far as we are going…" she said before rigorously sucking the head of my dick and pulling away again with an audible pop.
"But what about Jeremy?" I asked grabbing her hair and trying to both push her away and pull her down. She buried her tongue into my urethra, and I cringed feeling the muscular organ work its magic as she hummed delightedly at my taste, "S-shit stop distracting me!" I cried angrily as my dick throbbed in her hands.
Feeling that I was close she held her mouth firmly in place on the head of my dick and began stroking my length, pulling my load from my balls as I fired mercilessly into her mouth. Her neck visibly showed her gulping down my load as her eyes closed patiently while her hand slowed down, making sure every drop was out before pulling away again and standing up.
"There…" she said smiling at me licking her lips of residual cum, "Did you like your reward?"
Panting heavily I nodded, "Yeah but… fuck he's going to be pissed if he ever finds out…" I groaned lying down on the bench with my dick still hanging out of my pants as I moaned my regrets.
"Eh… it's fine." she replied dismissively, "We are not doing this again…" she added firmly, "…Not without him at least." She added a little playfully. "Speaking off…" she made her way to a nearby sink and quickly rinsed her mouth out, "I'm going to go visit him in the nurse's office. Go take a shower Scott, you did good today… and tell Genji your uppercut needs some improvement.
She waved me off as she left the locker room and I frowned after her, watching her well-shaped butt stretch and fill her weightlifting shorts. "I don't know if Jeremy's a lucky man or not…" I mumbled, adjusting my pants and grumbling quietly to myself. "…I feel used…"
I figured I wasn't going anywhere until the game was fully done so I figured I'd go see how Jeremy was doing too. Try to relieve a little of the guilt I now had after blowing a load of sperm down his girlfriend's throat. But as I made my way down the halls and turned the corner I saw Angela staring through the nurse's office door…
Playing with herself as she watched through the cracks. Silently sneaking up behind her I looked as well and honestly I wasn't surprised in the least.
Coach Zaryanova was leaning down between Jeremy's legs as he gripped her pink hair and rode her mouth. His head had been wrapped in a small bandage and his teeth were ground together trying to hold back his release as Coach moaned in delight at his rough treatment.
"Y-you feel so good Zarya…" he moaned, wrapping his head suddenly around her head like a quarterback carrying a football and thrusting steadily into her throat, "I… I want to cum…"
I looked down absently at Angela as her hand rigorously rubbed through her panties as she silently masturbated to the sight.
"I want to cum!" Jeremy hissed, as he wrapped his legs around her head, "I want to! I'm cumming!" Coach Zaryanova suddenly lifted him up on her shoulders, burying her head down on his length and taking every drop as he came down her throat. Despite her doing this it looked as if he was giving her full control, as if making sure she had no escape from his cock, "I'm cumming Zarya!"
Coach Zaryanova hummed lovingly as she gulped another fresh load of semen, easily holding Jeremy in the air as he fired down her throat. Finally, he seemed to relax and she gently placed him back on the bed, devotedly licking his length clean as he breathed heavily.
"Did you like that my little zaika?" she asked happily as Angela quietly came beneath me. "…Do you feel better now?"
"Uh huh…" he mumbled as she lay next to him and let him caress her breasts.
"Good… you father is at work tonight yes?" she whispered seductively in his ear, licking the lobe lightly and sucking it playfully.
"Yeah…" he replied, turning to face her as she simply kept licking his face like a primping cat.
"Then I guess I should come over and make sure you stay safe… all night long" she replied laughing as she pulled him onto her body and they began making out, giggling happily as they embraced.
Jeremy's hand however slipped into her pants, and his hand caressed between her legs as she began to moan. He began squeezing and sucking her breasts through the tank top, desperate to feel them. "Oh zaika… so frisky today…" she laughed, spreading her legs to let him have better access while lifting her tank top to free her braless breasts and letting him suck her nipples into her mouth. "Angela could be back any moment…" she teased, probably knowing full well that she was right outside.
"Y-you're soaking Zarya…" Jeremy replied surprised, pulling his hand out and looking at her essence all over his hand, "You are really aroused…"
She wasn't the only one, I looked down to find Angela rigorously penetrating herself with her fingers, she was aroused too, so wet that if she kept going like that someone other than me would hear her.
"Maybe I want Angela to see us… she can be frisky too." She slipped one leg out of her pants and let Jeremy stare impatiently at her bare, well cared for pussy. "Come zaika. We must be quick…" she spread herself with her fingers as he clambered over her body and aimed his own throbbing erection into her hole. She gasped lovingly as she felt him penetrate her, placing her hands on him she pulled him into her as if trying to absorb his body into hers. "Yes!" she hissed as she moaned happily.
He steadily began thrusting but she hardly let him leave her, so he moved like a worm flowing up and down as he gasped weakly into her breast. Soon he began to grunt weakly, his own body trembling as he held back his desire to cum. "Z-zarya! Zarya!" he shouted, unable to hold back any longer.
Her legs and arms wrapped firmly around him, pulling him tightly to her body as he fired. There was quite a lot considering he had already fired a load into her mouth. Her pussy twitched around his length as some of his load escaped from her pussy. She kissed his forehead as he panted heavily into her breasts… "Good job my little Zaika…"
"Did… did you cum?" he asked feebly, she merely smiled. She obviously didn't but she distracted him by pulling him up her body and kissing him. Moaning into his mouth as his eyes widened in surprise. This wasn't about her, it was about him. Giving him a reward and making him feel better…
I frowned and looked down to find Angela still masturbating and panting like a dog in heat, desperate for her own release but for some reason unable to obtain it… I decided I shouldn't leave her hanging like Zarya as my erection returned in earnest. "Hey…" I whispered in her ear, suddenly wrapping a hand around her mouth as she screamed in horror and arousal. "…Can you give me a check-up to? I think I got a few scratches on the field…"
"Scott you scared the hell out of me!" she moaned angrily but in barely more than a whisper, then with a subtly smile, she pulled my hand down onto her breast over her heart, "Do you feel that? My heart is just racing…"
I gave her breast a firm squeeze before attending to the other one as well. I wasn't there long before slipping my hand beneath her skirt and possessively thrusting my fingers through her panties into her soaking wet pussy as she gasped her aroused impatience. "…Race you to our stall…" and off we went to the third floor for a very thorough checkup.
End