This is my first story so criticism is welcome. It is about a track athlete who fucks his buxom coach. Enjoy As I sat in my English class, listening to another absurd tangent that somehow started with the subjunctive mood and ended with the super bowl, I wished the bell would finally ring to release me from my teacher’s asinine babbling. My focus was wandering and my eyes were heavy. My legs were aching as well – not from boredom, however, but from excitement. Last period was about to end and I was anxious to get out on the track. Today was a hurdle day, so I had been looking forward to practice all day; running hurdles was always my favorite part of track, and I rarely ever got the opportunity to practice. Our head coach, Max Carden was fresh out of college. He was only about four years older than the seniors on the team and commanded even less respect. He had two assistant coaches to help him try to keep some semblance of order, yet the team was still a bit of a madhouse most days. One of his assistants, the throwing coach, Mr. Jameson, was an imposing man a little over six feet in height. He had been with the team for many years but turned down the head coaching position to focus on his teaching. The other coach was a different story entirely. She was much shorter in stature, measuring not a hair over 5’6”, and joined the team at the same time as Coach Max. She worked with the sprinters and jumpers usually. And oh man, she was hot. I completely lost interest in the English lesson, for all the spare space in my mind was now filled with Miss Emmeline. Her plump ass and juicy thighs danced in my imagination. Her b-cup boobs bounced inside my brain as I imagined her straight blond hair swinging left and right as I…. Suddenly the bell rang and my fantasies were interrupted. I snapped back to reality, grabbed my back pack and tucked my boner into the top of my pants before making my way over to the locker room.