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My spine hit the mat hard as a very familiar and muscular body wrapped in a sports bra and thigh-length tights easily covered me on the mat. Coach Zarya grinned to the rest of the wrestling team as Brigitte-handedly pinned me… "I got to admit… it's weird being the one taken down." I groaned. I think she body slammed me a LITTLE harder than she said she would.
The Coach had once again recruited me to assist with wrestling practice, yet this time she was using me and Brigitte as demonstration dummies. But if you haven't figured it out already the only real dummy in this scenario was me. Sure. Most of the other guys looked particularly jealous to have the far more curvaceous Brigitte put me on the mat than The Coach. Well, not so much Jeremy who was probably quite thrilled that his girlfriend wasn't pinning other guys. He was really more of a water boy at this point on the team than a reserve member. But at least he's becoming quite a track star… turns out the guy can RUN.
We never figured that out because with me around he didn't have to run from anybody…
"That is how you break the hold." The Coach grinned proudly as Brigitte sat on her knees and I groaned on the mat. "Suck it up Snow, it's padded…" she grinned prettily at me.
"I'm pretty sure Brigitte sent the padding somewhere to PANDARIA with that bodyslam…" I groaned slowly sitting up. Brigitte 'pat' my back, resetting my spine and getting to her feet.
"Come on Scott, not used to being on the bottom?" she said smugly, and under her breath as the Coach was delivering instructions and strategies to her regulars.
"Keep slamming my spine like that and I'm going to have to get used to it…" I grumbled, the stinging sensation running up and down said spine.
"Now. I want you to remember that our next opponents like to get low." Coach noted, tapping the eraser board. "So, you got to remember your arm locks and counters."
"Yes Coach." They replied as she nodded.
"Good. Now to demonstrate...."
Brigitte grinned as I managed to get out a 'sonofabitch' under my breath as we got into a 'ready' position.
"Wha?!Da-!? WAIT! WHAO!!" WHAM!
"…Oooooooow." I moaned. "…So that's what my spleen tastes like…" I groaned on the floor staring up at the ceiling. "Regret and PAIN."
"Oh quit being such a baby Scott." Brigitte grinned happily at my suffering.
"Somebody get Ms. Ziegler… and Maybe Mr. Lindholm…" I whimpered, "...And maybe call my mom... tell her I went the way Uncle Tychus would've wanted to, beneath a pretty woman."
"HMMm…" Coach mumbled thoughtfully, ignoring my last will and testament and stroking her chin. "I suppose we should ease up a little. Alright Brigitte that's enough, let him breathe a little. Now the rest of you pair up… we're going to drill a little before I get you practicing. I felt my bones creak and crack as I got off the mats, the Coach's powerful arms easily lifting me off as the rest of the guys quickly paired up and began to eagerly practice… judging by how many were checking out Brigitte in that tight sports bra and tights I wasn't surprised.
"You look rather rattled Scott…" she said practically as I frowned.
"Well, most of my organs have been rearranged so… yeah…" I rubbed my stomach, "I don't think my lungs are supposed to be here." Jeremy coughed, trying to hold back his laughter.
"Do you need to go see Angela?" Coach asked, giving me a knowing grin.
I sighed, probably not, I was just going to be really sore later. "…Nah I'm fine."
"Well alright then." Coach ruffled my hair, "Go shower, get cleaned up, you don't have to be here anymore."
I blinked at her, "So you really only brought me here so Brigitte could manhandle me?"
"I owed her money for beer." She noted with a shrug, "No matter how weak it was." She added as Brigitte gave her the bird behind her back as she refereed a few of the others…
I sighed, "I'm… just going to go. You guys have fun." I noted and letting my legs reallocate themselves I headed towards the showers.
Hot water on my shattered bones felt pretty darn good all things considered, after a few minutes of heated application I wrapped a towel around my waist before heading back to the locker rooms and-
"Hey, Brigitte." I noted rather lazily as she sat on the bench between the lockers. Watching me as I opened mine.
"How are you feeling? Sore?" she smirked, as I rolled my eyes, closing my locker and glancing at her.
"Fairly." I noted, "Done beating me up for the day?"
"Well I figured it's only fair with the number of times you had your way with me, I'd manhandle you a little. Good to know I can take the 'great Scott Snow' in a fight.
"Okay. That was rigged." I noted, jerking my thumb towards the gymnasium, "It was a training session, and I was set to 'practice dummy'." I said as she grinned smugly. "In a real fight I'd totally…" I then sized Brigitte up and… decided to make a tactical retreat, "Give you a run for your money… at the very least I wouldn't be manhandled."
"Aw… Poor baby… want me to kiss it and make it better?"
I laughed nervously, rolling my eyes as she grinned, "…Seriously?"
"Yeah. Seriously. I'm feeling generous." She said confidently. "…Think you can make me tap out?"
"…Right now?" I asked quickly calculating how much longer the Coach would be holding practice. "With practice?" She shrugged, slowly… "…Okay what's the catch?"
She watched me for a second, then sighed reluctantly "…Okay look. I need a favor."
"…I'm very lost right now."
"I need you to get me a signed football from all of the Star Raiders… I figured you could ask your dad for me."
"Okay. But how does that equal to… whatever it was that we just did?"
"Look either I get it or I'm working double shifts at Booty Bay when the sailors come to town, and while profitable that's… not really fun."
"…What?"
"I… may have bragged that I knew your dad. And that I had that ball in a moment of drunken revelry in my off shift. A couple of the girls who like rival teams called me out and now I sort of made a magically binding contract… how was I supposed to know one of them was a mage? Anyway if I can't prove I have it I got to work the 'shore leave' shift and those guys are drunken party animals who like to pinch and smack anything that jiggles. So… help me out?"
"…Oh… alright then I'll ask him later."
She blinked at me surprised. "Seriously?"
I shrugged, "We'll… yeah. I mean we're friends and a magically binding contract is kinda bullshit. I made one once when I was a kid with an apprentice, and he made me punch myself in the face every time he said 'butt' for a day." She blinked at me and giggled.
"…As funny and personal as that story is. We're friends?"
I shrugged again and smiled a little sheepishly, "Well… friends with benefits… I mean we hang out at Olivia's, play DnD with Mei, game with Hana…"
"When you're not fucking any of them." She noted as I waved my hand.
"Semantics. Regardless I'll cover for you, no sweat. Dad loves it when I ask him for things from the team, he likes to think he's my hero."
Brigitte's confident, almost smug smile turned into a legitimately cheerful one. "…Well he is, isn't he?"
"…When mom doesn't hold the position. Yeah." I said… honestly a little embarrassed. He's my dad shut up.
"Well. Now that we have a bargain." She stood up, and hands on her spots bra she lifted it over her head, shaking out her ponytail as she pressed her big breasts together with her impressive guns. "Hows about I give my end of the deal?" she purred.
"Well I mean I just agreed to give you a ball." I noted as she knelt before me, "We didn't really agree to-Oh fuck…"
She moaned as she opened my towel and slid her mouth up my limp cock, it soon hardened as she bobbed her head back and forth. I let the towel drop, her beautiful brown eyes gazing up at me as her lips twitched up and down my length, holding back a smile as her hands wrapped around my waist and my hand clutched to the base of her ponytail.
"MMmn. MMmm. MMM… AH…" she pulled off my cock, her hot breath steaming my length as her tongue flickered on the tip before sliding down on it again, "MM! MMM! Hmmm!!" her lips kissed the base of my shaft again and again as I felt her throat clench around my cock as she slid it into her gullet, not even a hint of gagging…
…Why are all my teachers so talented at HEAD?... WHO FUCKING CARES?
"Oh… Brigitte…" I groaned after a few minutes of constant, steady oral service, she hilted me into her talented throat, gazing up at me as her hands squeezed my waist. Her lips quivered delightfully in a subtle massage around my cock as I pulled her back up my shaft by her ponytail.
"MMmmm." She moaned, her lips tight around my tip, feeling it bulge and quiver between them as her hands slipped from my waist. One rested on her lap, the other wrapped around my cock and began to rapidly stroke as her tongue danced around me inside her mouth.
"Ahh… S-shit Brigitte." I groaned, my other hand resting on her sturdy shoulder as I lost strength in my legs, my balls responding to her constant oral assault on my cock as it released the first wave.
"MMn." She gazed up at me and went still, I saw her lips pulsate as my cock bulged, firing my load into her mouth as she moaned, sliding slowly up and down, barely moving as she sucked out every drop. "MMp!" she pulled off, as I gasped for breath. Her cheeks bulged as her lips parted. "Ah…" she cooed, brushing her lips with her cock scented fingers before they shut. Then, not breaking eye contact she visibly gulped. And smiled…
"…Fucking shit has Hana been giving you lessons?"
"…Olivia has a LOT of dildos…" she shrugged, not really answering my question but, fair enough, I guess.
"I am acutely aware." I noted. As my cock slowly throbbed back to life before her eyes. She laughed and opened her mouth, and I was half tempted to jump back in… but…
I held her hair and pulled her back before getting her to her feet. "Ah!" she gasped and giggled as I pushed her forward towards my open locker. She pressed her hands on the side, sticking her shorts-covered ass towards me as I knelt behind her, hooking my fingers on her shorts and tugging them down over her wide hips, firm ass, and muscled legs… she absently stepped out of her shorts as I tossed them forward into my locker. And, hands on her ass cheeks, I spread them apart.
"O-ooh!" she gasped as she felt my tongue slide along her pussy, it drooled eagerly as she trembled, "MMn!! mMM.!!" She covered her mouth, restraining her moans as I ate her out. Her ass shook in my hands, her hips wiggling left to right like a horny dog. And I ate her pussy like I was starving, my tongue and lips spreading her drooling lower body, my hands clapping on her ass cheeks occasionally just so I could enjoy the sound.
"Gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" she hissed, pushing her ass against my face, almost sitting on me as her toes curled on the floor. "Shit! Shit Scott! Don't stop! MMN! Gonna cum!" I pulled one hand away from her ass cheek, wrapping my arm around the shelf that was her ass, smacking her ass cheek as she yelped delightedly, feeling the fingers of my other hand join my tongue inside her as she drooled down her shapely thighs, "Ah! Hah!!" she gasped, covering her mouth again, "MMMPH!!!" her whole body shook, I watched in delight as she orgasmed, restraining herself and almost leaving an imprint of her grip on the open locker.
"Wow! The coach worked us good!" the gym door banged open, luckily it was on the other side of the lockers so they couldn't see us… but we jumped in shock and my mind worked quickly. Grabbing her bra, I shoved her into the locker, luckily, she was weak from orgasm to reflexively resist. I quickly went in behind her and shut the door seconds before the wrestling team entered the locker room…
"OH FUCK!" Brigitte hissed, I pushed her against the side of the locker so that we were facing each other. It was a tight fit but workable.
…You see Overwatch High doesn't tolerate bullying, but they handle it oddly. For instance, the lockers were especially spacious in case someone was to be forcefully shoved into them. They could also be opened from the inside… Not that we were going to with the team right outside.
"Oh fuck what do we do?" Brigitte whispered inches from my lips.
"We wait until they're done. It'll be fine just don't make a-" I groaned slightly as I felt her pussy lips trembling on my length. "…Oh… fuck." I mumbled under my breath as the chattering and laughing drowned us out. She glared at me, feeling my cock instinctively rub and grind against her. Her legs were spread apart and she was practically sitting on my lap. One slip and I would be inside-
Yep there it went… fuck.
She shuddered slightly, covering her mouth in fury and shock as my hips seemed to react against my will and push my cock into her trembling, tight pussy. Her inner walls working overtime around me as I felt her legs clamp tightly to my hips…
Then she didn't help me… by MOANING…
She's moaned before but this was different, her eyes rolled up into her head, her cheeks flushed, and her whole body quivered. Her tunnel seemed to form a vacuum tight seal around me… and then she LEAKED like a broken pipe. Drooling down my length and dripping a small pool between us.
"…Wow…" I breathed, trying to resist to urge to pound her through into the locker behind her. "You are… fucking horny right now!" I said in disbelief.
"Shut up! Shut up!" she hissed rapidly, her other hand clawing on my chest and leaving four fresh scratches that stung like hell. "Don't move! Dooooooon't…"
I could not HELP it. I swear this wasn't me. My hips are moving on their own.
"Did you see Brigitte pound Snow?"
"We all saw it idiot."
Brigitte shivered widely before me, gazing up into the roof of the locker trying to contain herself and failing as badly as me trying to stop my hips.
"Bet she could take him easy." The 'idiot' replied.
If only he knew who was 'taking' who…
My hands clutched to Brigitte's ass cheeks, pulling her firmly down on my cock as her eyes rolled in her head, her pussy spasming like crazy as they continued to chatter around the lockers. Seriously take a damn shower already.
"Not going to lie… kinda wish she was on top of me you know?" said another with an obvious smirk before the sound of a towel cracking on him snapped around the locker to loud laughter. "Ow!" good thing they laughed. Because Brigitte was cumming…
"MMMNHMMMM!!" she writhed, struggling to contain her orgasm as her limbs went stiff.
"That is enough! Go and shower you smelly bears! Go on!" Shouted The Coach as they laughed and stampeded out.
"Stop. Stoooop." Brigitte moaned as the lockers went quiet but my hips kept going, "Fuck! Scott! STOP…" but she was too tight, too silky, her pussy right now, was MADE to fit my cock. I covered her mouth with my hand, pushing deep and rough, feeling her climax as she moaned into my palm, her brown eyes wide and her whole body shaking as she came.
"I need to cum in you right now." I declared, going faster and faster as her body reacted, tightening around my length. Her whole-body clenched as her arms wrapped around my waist and pulled. I hissed our ninja fucking was as quiet as it was HARD
"Gonna cum." I declared in a whisper, pushing deep into her trembling body as she took it without complaint… she moaned dreamily into my hand as her whole body went limp. If not for my body pressing hers against the wall, she would've slid down to the floor of the locker. I pumped my hips exhaustedly against her, breathing as if I just ran a mile up a mountain and was running out of air.
"Ah… hah…" she gasped, her body shaking, "Oh fuck that was GOOOOOD." She whimpered quietly, "…Oh fuck don't hear…" she covered her mouth, then she covered mine as the wrestling team returned, chattering and mumbling as they dressed before storming out.
We stayed still as the doors seemed to slam shut behind them, breathing softly through our noses as my cock wiggled inside her and her cum soaked inner walls twitched. "…Are we good?" she whispered, slowly pulling her hand away.
"…Think so…" I said, reaching for the inside handle of the locker when.
BANG!!
We jumped, my cock hardening inside her as Brigitte's surprised squeak was muffled out by-
"OOOOH Zaika!" Brigitte clamped down on my cock tightly as I flinched. We both covered each other's mouths again as our locker rattled wildly.
Coach Zarya was getting some…
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Harder! Zaika! Harder!" she growled, her breasts sliding down the locker opening her eyes shut in bliss as her pretty face past it. Her powerful hands were firmly on the door as she rocked the whole locker.
"Oh my god this school is fucked up…" Brigitte mumbled into my hand as she shivered while Coach's moans put steel in my cock. The smacking of hips on ass was obvious as I glanced Jeremy through the locker openings, pounding into his girlfriend hard as she begged him for more.
"Zaika. My body is so HUNGRY." She purred as SMACK, "Ah! Hurt me Zaika!" SMACK! "Ah make me ride you!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Zarya! You're so! TIGHT!" he praised his hand rising higher and smacking hard on Zarya's wide ass cheeks.
As I listened to my best friend fuck his girlfriend, my hips began to move on their own, Brigitte moaned into my hand as I rested my head on her shoulder, grinding my cock deep into her body, slowly, constantly, my attention more of Zarya's moans of distinct pleasure as her hands clawed on the locker.
"I am cumming Zaika! Use me more! Fuck me!" SMACK! "AH!" SMACK! "Ooh!" suddenly the wild rattling stopped… and so did I, Brigitte squirmed against me… apparently… her body didn't approve.
"Ugh!!" Coach's shirt-covered breasts slammed onto the opening. Apparently, she had been put upright. "Ugh! AH! Yes!" Jeremy pounded her standing up, their banging rocking the locker and us in complete darkness as she covered the only light.
My hips began to speed up, Brigitte groaned at the sudden movements but with the coach's wild fucking against the locker there was no way they would hear us… especially since she just came.
…Hard.
"MOTHER RUSSIA!!" Coach gasped, clawing at the locker as Jeremy roared his own pleasure, "Argh!! FUCK ME! Zaika!" she purred hungrily… before sliding down the locker, her hand clutching to the slips in the door trying to get some semblance of balance.
Brigitte shook so wildly I thought she was being electrocuted… but then she seemed to share her electricity and I found myself pushing my cock as deep as it would get in her flooding pussy and releasing my load.
"Turn around Zarya." Jeremy said, a little more confidently than usual I noted… to exhausted to think on it further as I continued to drain my cum into a nearly catatonic Brigitte. The door rattled as Coach pressed her back to it, grinning up at Jeremy as his hand grabbed the locker slip, "Open." He half ordered half bag.
"Ahh-mmm" moaned Coach as she obviously slipped it into her mouth… then there was a slow. Constant tapping… from what I could tell, the coach's head was banging softly against the locker door as Jeremy pushed his cock down her throat. "MMM…hmm-hmm-hmmm…" she cooed, slurping loudly and noisily as the sound of her cock sucking echoed in the locker.
"More. Look at me." Jeremy said seconds before groaning, "Yeah… that so good Zarya…" he cooed loivingly as he gasped, "Ah.AH.AH.AH…" Coach's head was moving faster now, rapidly and sloppily, occasion banging louder than intended on the door. Each hit sent a jolt of pleasure through Brigitte as her pussy tightened around my limp exhausted dick.
"Ah! AH! Zarya! AHHHRGH" there was an audible pop followed by a groan and a faint sound of
Spurt! Spurt!
"MMMn… ah… all over my face little Zaika…" Coach purred as Jeremy blew his load all over her. "He-he… you're always so tasty-ooh!" she banged lightly against the locker, "Oh… Zaika so eager… we can wait."
"I need you now." He declared matter-of-factly. "Ahhh…"
"OOoh Zaika…" she groaned. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Harder Zaika. Deeper. I can take whatever you give…" The smacking of hips was obvious and deep, Coach's body rattled the locker door and honestly, I was surprised it was still intact. "Ah. Ah. Ha. Ugh. MMM… Yes… Zaika… MMMM!!! UGGGH!!!"
SLAM SLAM!!
The Coach hit the locker door so hard I could've sworn she left a handprint. "Ugh you! Zaika! SO GOOD!" she shivered against it. "Ahhhh…"
"Ugh! Ugh Zarya! Take! My! CUM!!"
They growled like animals together… then everything went still…
Coach's heavy breathing and low cooing became more audible first, "MMMn… Zaika we need a bath… you came all over my face…"
"…That's because it's mine…" he said, a little hesitantly.
Zarya laughed, "Of course it is my little Zaika!" she purred happily, she stood up, blocking out the light again before stepping away. "Now… come claim me some more…" I glanced out the slits to see Zarya's big, muscled ass wobble towards the lockers with a naked Jeremy behind her. SMACK! Coach's hand crashed powerfully on her ass as it wobbled delectably. Jeremy grinned before smacking the other cheek. "That is my Zaika!" she purred, "Own my body…" he grabbed and squeezed her ass cheek as they walked out of sight towards the showers. Zarya laughing eagerly as they went.
"Okay…" I said, the feeling returning to my legs as I slipped out of a quivering Brigitte. "We better MOVE." It took us a few seconds to get dressed, even longer to walk normally… not only were our legs asleep but we fucked REALLY hard… a deadly combination.
"Okay… let's not do that again." Brigitte mumbled, her legs trembling slightly as she flinched.
"…I don't know…" I replied as we finally made out way through the school. "…I thought you enjoyed it…" she glared at me, her face a little red.
"You fucked me." She whispered harshly in tones so low I had to get closer to here, "IN A LOCKER. Surrounded by the entire wrestling team!"
"…And you felt REALLY good during it…" I whispered back, "…I'm starting to think Ms. 'Steel Maiden' that you like the idea of getting caught… and showing yourself off…" I stroked my chin thoughtfully, "Is that an exhibitionist? It might be."
"…Just get me the football." She noted flatly, and blushing.
"And now you're only using me for my connections… tsk tsk…" I sighed as she smacked my shoulder. "I'm going I'm going!" I smiled.
…It only took me a few days… but dad was so thrilled that he went overboard and got me a signed helmet too… I wonder what Brigitte would do for it.
…Eh. I'll give it to her for free. I don't want to be that sort of ass hole…
End of chapter.