My Freshman Track Coach Porked The Racewalker

A Vision by Grandpa

Part One: The Seduction

Every so often Coach brought his many children to Indoor Track practice to show the Race-Walker that he was a good father. Maybe he wanted to show her how good he was at making babies. She used to sit outside of the shot put circle and wonder what it would be like to slap some skin with the Coach and find out what he was made of. But she, like he, found herself too shy or terrifed by the act. Doing the physical ritual would be left to the Fates.

For four years he trained her. He watched her grow up and out. He noticed her hips and her breasts. He imagined her showering while he made love to his wife. The days and nights grew longer as she approached her last birthday as a high-schooler. Not only would he lose a fantastic athelete to a Division One college, he would lose his ultimate erotic fantasy. The fall of her senior year was spent in mourning.

The Race-Walker also noticed her coach. In her feeble efforts to talk about adult issues as a young woman she imagined herself to be much older and appropriate for his desires. Her time alone with him was her only guilty pleasure. But never being naked with him would be an unforgivable missed opportunity.

The last weeks of indoor were horrible for all involved, especially if you were sexually frustrated. With each toss of the shot she grew fonder if his body until she could take no more. She found herself wearing less and less each day. She thought that if she flashed enough skin he might lose control and just jump her and finish the waiting.

He, however, was burdened with guilty thoughts and the fear of screaming her name when he and his wife were making whoopie. The wife would pretended not to notice, but he knew that she would know. Whenever he saw the Race-Walker flash some cleavage or if he even took an elongated look at her powerful legs, he longed more for what he knew he could not live without. He planned late practices so he and the young woman could be alone. And they would be all alone.

In the weightroom, as she was putting a weight on the bar, as she slowly bent over to get another weight on the long cold steel bar, Coach found that he could stand it no longer. He grabbed the Race-Walker's thighs and kissed the center of her back. She stood up what a pleasant surprise and she then kissed him, grabbing at his thrusting extremeties, saying nothing but "Yes!".

--Grandpa