Pt. 03 - For the Team

From this chapter on, Kimberly's exhibitionism includes proper intercourse, so the stories might fit as well under other literatorica categories, but showing herself is still the main driving force for her behavior.

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To his day, Kimberly is still ashamed for being practically a senior when she finally dumped Dennis, but at least breaking up with him brought about a revolution. Her intimacy with Steve was limitless -- except for the boundaries she set herself, as he was always well-behaved and attentive to her whims. They usually met at night; she was already interning in the SSA by then. Steve studied Economics but was mostly focused on his wrestling. He went to her after practice, if the doormat was in place -- Kimberly took it in when she had her stud guests.

People thought she fucked any guy who had a pulse. Actually, Kimberly quickly selected among tall men those who had thick cocks and could keep up with her. Because she came easily, specially on more or less public places, she demanded at least two climaxes or she'd discard that fellow -- although she could count making herself cum while giving a blowjob as a point for that partner.

She knew through Steve that people called her Easy Kim, probably thanks to her ex. Kimberly didn't mind. If anything, it made things simpler. Guys came to her, no strings attached. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend. The only person she could ever trust was Steve.

Soon, he stashed a sleeping bag under her bed. Kimberly kept showing herself to him, even masturbating and making him do the same. She'd usually describe what some guy had done to her pussy and she kept the original rules: Steve could not touch her and had to jerk off as fast or as slow as she told him to.

After their fun, she'd still not let him on her bed. Kimberly believed it would be a slippery slope for her to fuck him and lose that hurtful longing she enjoyed in his eyes, that quick erection he had whenever she revealed "too much", or even mentioned parts of her body.

Kimberly felt like a goddess being so much taller than him and on her bed as he, on the floor, jacked off wide eyed at her. She kept undressing in front of him for mundane reasons and talking to him from the shower. It was so much fun to provoke his cock while demanding his brain to maintain an actual conversation.

There was an exception for him to touch Kimberly, Steve could massage her. He was allowed to touch the corners of her breasts, but any manipulation of her tits and any touching between her legs were prohibited, no matter the fact that they both could smell her pussy asking for more.

Thanks to Steve's commitment to wrestling, he had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. Kimberly checked his hard-on from time to time, that large dick she'd gotten used to tease to the extreme and which Steve could not touch when he had her body to attend to.

Kimberly got into cheering his matches whenever possible. She would make a point of going down to hug him after training, parading in front of his mates with the tiniest dresses or at least a tight sweater, when it was too cold. Standing at 6"1", she had their heads way below the hem of her dress, as they were sitting on the mat, and, if she had to protect herself from the cold, she'd chose long boots and fitting pants, leaving any jacket on the stands. Looking up, the boys had the perfect excuse the check her out constantly: they could only see her face framed by her boobs.

Steve was pretty good, he would wipe the floor with most guys, or die trying as the opponent forced him into submission. Later at night, she loved watching that once-fierce boy sleeping at the floor of her bedroom after cumming for her -- the same guy who could overpower those strong boys had simply surrendered to the sight of her skin.

Kimberly cherished the thought of his friends, at that same moment, jerking themselves off to oblivion, fantasizing about lifting her dress and taking advantage of her. She had fucked a few guys from the basketball team and surely Steve's mates thought now was their chance to get 'Easy Kim'.

The obvious curiosity of "fucking the whole wrestling team" had died when she got to second base with one of them and felt, through his shorts, the tinniest dick, but even him was included on her night fantasies of guys thinking of her and pleasing themselves.

By then, Kimberly was still convinced that she liked to show off in order to fuck, not the other way around, even though she suspected being an exhibitionist since she envied so much women like Sharon Stone or Cindy Crawford, who had international hordes of men wanking at pictures of them on magazines. Every hour of the day, around the globe, how many men were cumming while thinking about those women?

Sharon Stone in particular made a huge impact on her. Kimberly even died her hair blonde for a while. Watching Basic Instinct when she 19 and then Sliver at 20 had made her gratefully love Sharon Stone for life. Kim could never really look at a mirror without fantasizing there was a camera behind it.

By the end of 1994, Steve had progressed rapidly on the team. Though he wasn't a starter, he competed in open tournaments and credited their relationship for his enhanced focus. The boys became accustomed to Kimberly's presence, they even talked to her now, instead of just staring and laughing with their half-whispered jokes. Her nickname, Easy Kim, had morphed into 'Easy' and then just 'Ys'. That change seemed to indicate that her fame had lost its shock value. Everybody simply knew who she was.

By then, the professors could have some sense as well. Coach Oliver talked a lot to Kimberly's breasts, clearly her chest was the reason he accepted her presence during practice.

To Kimberly, there was something repulsive about Oliver. He should have been strong decades before, but he had gained a round belly, his hair was mostly gray, bald on the top back, and he seemed to only wear sports jacket and pants, save for his wedding ring. She had even overlooked that he was as tall as her.

The problems started when she inadvertently attracted other girls to the gym: some of the boys' girlfriends. They feared Easy Kim hovering their men. It took Oliver a month, but he decided to ban them all.

The first day the girls respected the ban, Kimberly went to the gym anyway, wearing a tighter outfit that showed too much skin on November. Oliver came to her signing negatively, as she kept walking towards the team.

"No, no girlfriends," he insisted.

"You know I"m nobody's girlfriend," she replied. "Come on, you can't ban everyone."

"I'm ok," she rubbed his arm, letting him appreciate her rack. "I'm not like those girls."

"You certainly are not."

That was the first innuendo she'd gotten from him. He sighed heavily, looked at the guys, who seemed to be trying come telepathy on him, and the coach let her go to them.

She was finally curious about the man. Other than the ring on his finger, what else would Steve know about the coach?

Oliver was in his 50s, with two kids, and a wife who had been a fitness model, but had retired in her 20s to raise the kids. Rumor had it the wrestling team's girlfriends had stopped coming to practices the year before because no tits were small enough for the lingering eyes of the coach. He'd even smacked one of the girl's ass after telling a stupid joke -- when the boys weren't looking --, and there were more serious rumors about him. Someone apparently hinted to Oliver's wife about his not-so-subtle advances at students, and, as a result, he had toned it down a bit.

Kimberly's pussy felt immediately provoked. How far could she lead the coach in directions his wife and those girls would not approve? That night, her shower was longer, and she didn't even want Steve to watch. She had never fantasied about an actually older guy, let alone 30 years older, and he had some sleaziness that enticed some darker aspect of her imagination. Actively teasing him sounded crazy and inevitable.

Right before the finals, her classes were a bit redundant. She could study better by herself, so Kimberly skipped a morning lecture and put on a snug dress, her weapon of choice, protecting herself with warm pantyhose, boots, and a heavy jacket. She chose her smaller purse, only with the necessary, including condoms -- she had no intention of fucking him, but she could go out to let her pussy loose after too much teasing and, in the 90s, a woman carrying condoms was a blatant sign of being a slut.

Kimberly went looking for the team during their morning training hours. She met what she called the 'top wrestlers', never bothering to learn the proper terms. Steve and some of the other guys were there, but from what she could tell, they mostly stepped aside for the real pros.

She amused herself with their butts, calves, arms, always cheering for the taller guys. During resistance training, Kimberly would shout for them to keep up, watching their muscles strain and tremble as they wanted to show off to the easily excited girl. Coach Oliver was clearly bothered.

By the end, he called Kimberly over with a disapproving finger.

"Shit," Steve said, "now he's definitely cutting you off."

"Calm down. But stick around, ok?"

Kimberly had a weird feeling on her gut. She was looking for some time with the coach, but the way he called her seemed an invitation to talk alone, and all those stories of the other girls now made her uneasy.

"Come on, miss Fife," Oliver called her.

She tried to remember she was in control. A man facing a hot girl was just a boy. Kimberly followed the coach, and, as expected, he took her to what appeared to be an equipment storage and then into his office, a cubicle of laminate wall on the corner. There was no sunlight there, the entire storage was dark, making his small room feel secluded even at high noon.

The office was small, with a table that took up most of the space and a chair on either side. He told her to seat, while he didn't. She took off her jacket, too warm for the place, and rested it on the chair with her purse, as she sat down. Being nearly her height, coach Oliver now had a view down her cleavage most men could never enjoy.

"Didn't you say you were different from the other girls, miss Fife?" he asked.

"Well, I am."

"And what about those screams today?"

He kept walking behind her, as if thinking, never losing his vantage position. The door was open, but Kimberly noticed the blinds on the windows were down.

"Well, I'd never seen those boys. They are pretty good."

"Yes, and they need their concentration to get better."

"I'm sorry," she looked right at him, having to arch her waist to turn her neck up and back, "I wouldn't want anyone to lose their concentration."

The coach stoped walking and thought for a moment before speaking again.

"Funny. I thought that was all you wanted."

Kimberly kept still. She wanted to see how much he'd risk. Without having to take a step back, he reached for the door. Before he closed it, his eyes at her, Kimberly looked outside and saw Steve coming into the storage. He was walking slowly. Maybe he had gathered from her words before she was actually tense about being alone with the coach. Would he interrupt them?

"You are a clever girl, aren't you?" Coach Oliver asked.

"I'm much more than that."

Looking closely at him, she felt their age difference. Some girls fancied older guys, but Kimberly usually thought they were kidding. She'd never want a man old enough to be her father, married with children, who appeared to be over the hill in every way, specially with that belly so close to her young self, the body she was keeping so straight to give him every idea he shouldn't have about a student.

There was a noise outside, on the other side of the wall. It should be Steve. Oliver seemed inclined to check, but Kimberly pointed at a picture on the table.

"Is that your wife?" she asked.

He put it down on the table, hiding the image.

They were too close now. To put that frame down, the side of his stomach had touched her left shoulder, and he was not backing away. Kimberly was a bit annoyed at her pussy for reacting to that. She looked at the blinds, trying to guess where Steve was. Kimberly felt filthy, and was surprised at how much she wanted him to see her like that. Did he stop to peep at them, or was he trying to guess when she'd get into too much trouble to handle herself?

"How old are you?" he asked her boobs.

"Nineteen," she lied.

Now her side vision caught the volume in his sweater pants.

"Old enough to keep a secret?" he asked.

Kimberly saw a movement on the blinds. She had to show Steve she was ok or else he'd barge in.

"What secret?" she touched his crotch. "This one?" Through the giving fabric, Kimberly felt his cock, not hard yet, but not too soft either.

"You really are a clever girl."

"You are clever too," she said, caressing his thigh with her other hand, hoping Steve would have the perfect view. "You locked the door, right?"

The coach smiled. She kept smiling back as she grabbed his pants and his underwear to pull them slowly down. Out came the man's dick. Kimberly had a sense of every older man who had inappropriately gazed at her through life. She felt like they could see her now, jealous of the one man who finally had her attention.

Kimberly took his balls and caressed his cock up and down, smiling wickedly at him.

"Will you let me watch the training, coach?"

His cock got way harder.

"Will you behave?" he asked.

She gave out a laugh, then went for it, taking his dick in her mouth and rubbing her tongue all over it, tasting it all, never letting him out. Kimberly felt it pulsate against her tongue and her lips, it got even longer, giving her more trouble to keep it all in.

She'd show Steve what she could do a man's cock. Kimberly changed places with Oliver, guiding him to sit on the chair, turning him a bit as if by accident. Her purse went to the floor. The arm of the chair would not obstruct her kneeling before Steve's coach, her head up and how, her butt arching up as she sucked Oliver's cock. The coach moaned loudly. He leaned over her to pull her dress up and expose her ass. He gave a cry of pure joy as he saw her black thong.

Kim could feel Steve's eyes on her ass, and her clit screamed for him, as her butt swayed for the old pervert's pleasure, complementing her blowjob. Oliver's stomach got in the way, so she pulled him a bit down the chair, making room for her face to go deep on his crotch.

"That's it," he moaned. "Come to daddy."

Kimberly lost a beat. It never occurred to her a man would use that expression to a girl so much younger than him. Such a loser, but she kept sucking him.

Kimberly stoped a moment and caressed her face with his cock to say, "You know, I really wanted to see you today."

"For this?" he laughed, shoving his balls against her chin.

"Actually," she licked his balls and let her tongue way out to lick up his cock, "I want Steve to be higher on the team."

"What?"

"I want him with the top wrestlers. I know he just started, but he's way too talented. I mean, he wins a lot." She was stroking him now, with a dead serious look on her face.

"Don't you like winning?"

"Is that what this is about?" he asked, as if he had not initiated it all. She kept stroking and staring at him seriously, and he finally said, "The boys were right, you really are a whore."

She felt his cock pulse as he said that. Oliver had spoken louder, Steve must have heard that.

"Don't you like that?" She beat his cock on her face three times, smiling, and said loud as well. "Don't you like daddy's little whore?"

He shoved her face down his cock. Struggling with that much in her mouth, Kimberly heard him say:

"The boys call you Easy Kim. Did you know that? Easy. You really like any fucking dick, right?"

He seized her head with both hands, using her mouth as a toy to jerk off. For a moment she couldn't breath, she couldn't think of Steve or the team or anything else but his cock, its head blocking her air, his strength pressing her face against his folded belly. She had a sudden panic, but, as he released her mouth, her body was burning and her inner thighs were trembling for more.

Kimberly gasped for air, crazy with lust in her eyes and mouth. She wished Steve would open the door and feel how horny her cunt was as his coach abused her like that.

Oliver tried to pull her dress all the way up and out. She helped him. He marveled a moment at her bra and panties. Kimberly went down again, not to his cock. He was a bit confuse, as she grabbed her purse on the floor. Out she took a condom.

Oliver pulled her up, took her hips and turned her around. He was pretty strong, after all. Kimberly was always looking over her shoulder, thinking of that door, those blinds, the contained wrestler on the other side. Didn't he fantasize about fucking her?

Didn't his team mates? That old coach was about to take their prize.

He shoved her torso against the table, then pushed her thong down just to the height of her pantyhose. Oliver exposed her cunt and immediately tried his way in. It was her job to open up for him, stretching her panties with her thighs.

She had been dripping for a while. Her pussy was so wet it wasn't hard for him to come inside her, an inch with every stroke, no matter how clumsy and rough he was. As her elbows tried to raise her chest, adjusting her position for him to fit better, he pushed her down against the table, her boobs squeezed against it. With her legs bent, her waist against the wooden edge, Coach Oliver forced himself further in.

"Easy, daddy," she moaned, looking at the door. He came in harder.

She wanted her bra out. The coach got her meaning and unstrapped it. Out and free came her tits. He took them with both hands, as his hips smacked her butt. She felt her panties rip, as her legs spread wider. He moved one hand from a breast to a shoulder, pulling her.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he said, and slapped her ass. Guys always thought her pussy would be wider because of her size. He slapped her again, it was quite strong. "Tight bitch of a whore," and then another slap.

She did feel she was too young not to be tight, if that had any logic. A guy so much older shouldn't fit in easily. Now their age difference felt so hot. She was being taken by a guy even older than her father.

"I'm not tight," she said between moans, "I'm just nineteen."

Kimberly could feel she was killing him every time she opened her mouth. She noticed a large picture of a team framed in front of her. Now she needed to put on a longer show for all those boys, watching her get hammered by their coach, her tits bouncing in the middle his office, her body and dignity exchanged for a perk for Steve.

There was a movement at the picture, a reflection on the glass that framed it -- no, it was plastic, and it did bend a bit. For just a second, Kimberly didn't focus on Oliver's waist against her butt and his groaning breath down her neck. She saw in that reflexion a shadow drawn between the blinds. Steve really was watching it all.

Everybody saw her: Steve, the boys in the picture, coach Oliver. Kimberly could feel the audience and it gave her a craving for that dirty old man's cum. She didn't want to lose it to that stupid condom, she wanted to take it in front of everybody.

Kimberly pushed him out. He fell to the chair, surprised and indignant, but she came down on her knees jerking him off and saying loudly, "Come on, daddy, give it to me," she leaked him forcefully, "Cum on your whore, daddy."

Oliver looked up, in pleasure, while his hand helped her, wanking and aiming his cock at her mouth. She licked the tip, stroked his balls, made slutty faces and held his hands to make him jerk off harder. Her other hand was rubbing her clit, her fingers jamming themselves in and out of her pussy, mimicking his cock just a moment ago.

Then his load came. It hit warm on her cheek. She quickly guided him better, and it hit her back teeth, her palate, her tongue. Kimberly savored the moment, a sleazy old man's cum in her mouth. It kept coming, then dripping. Her hand was fiercely at her pussy, and his expression watching the "19-year-old" swallow his cum in his office was priceless.

Her body jerked back in pleasure, her other hand tried to keep her from falling. She leaned against the table, her orgasm pushed it farther and she fell to the floor. Kimberly could not scream, one cannot scream when one explodes.

For a few seconds, she wasn't there. Then Kim realized again she was on the floor, her pantyhose and legs wet all over. From her crotch up, she was completely naked, in the coach's office, her large boobs exposed, panting, looking around but not seeing much.

As Kimberly forced herself back from under his table, she found Oliver still amazed, only his pants down, his cock flaccid and shameless. How could be he be so comfortable having done that with a student?

She got straight up, a smile on her face.

"We understand each other?"

He was serious.

"I'm keeping this," he took her ripped thong from the floor.

"Do you have a special drawer for that? Panties from young students?"

He didn't seem to like the question.

Kimberly took her bra to clean her face and top chest from whatever cum she hadn't managed to take in, then she threw in her purse. Her dress wasn't really presentable. Dressing it, she could feel it was wet here and there, cold and pretty disheveled. She'd go back home like that, no panties and no bra.

"Bye, daddy."

Kimberly threw her coat over her shoulder, leaving the condom and the wrapper for him to deal with, and exited swaying her ass.

Steve wasn't right out the door. He was on a corner, the exit from the storage. His expression was a beautiful mixture of embarrassment and discomfort. Kimberly hugged his neck with one arm and said, "I'm taking you home now, and you're telling me what you just saw, with every little detail."