Chapter 21

Thirty minutes later, the boys had all convoyed up and picked up sodas. Martin had also ordered a variety of pizzas to be delivered ASAP. When they had all entered the house, Martin waved around, "The air conditioner guy is due, but isn't here yet, obviously, and this is where the fans are. Park somewhere and I'll get down to why I called you guys in." After a moment's thought, however, he amended his instructions, "Actually, I need to show you guys something. Hank, take somebody with you into the kitchen and just talk to him about anything. Everyone else, come with me."

After a moment's thought, Hank said, "Toby?"

Toby nodded and the pair headed off; everyone else headed upstairs, following Martin. When they got upstairs, Martin led them to his office and to the vicinity of his desk, "Circle around there to your right..."

From below, two voices drifted up clearly. Toby said, "Any idea what's up?"

"I have a sneaking suspicion," Hank replied.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Sound carries in here." Hank looked up.

Martin turned to the other boys. "Rick's mother and his girlfriend were down there cleaning out the fridge, and they had an unguarded conversation -- a VERY SURPRISING conversation, actually. Let's head back downstairs. Hank, we'll meet you back in the living room."

"Okay, Dad," wafted up from below. Martin led the boys out.

Back downstairs, there was a delay as the pizza delivery person (female) arrived and had to be dealt with. Martin let things ride -- let them wonder and whisper to one another -- knowing that it would work in his favor. Once everything was set out, he waved them into the available seats, sending Hank and Toby to collect dining room chairs to augment the two chairs and the couch in the living room. Finally, he opened up with, "Okay, guys, I want to hear YOUR version of what's going on..."

Nobody spoke. Damian collected a piece of pizza and shoved it into his mouth. Others either drank or looked away -- including Hank. Martin rounded on Rick, "Care to start?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know what you think you know. I'm not going to get anyone into trouble if I don't have to."

"So someone might get into trouble?" Martin pressed.

"I didn't actually say that," Rick replied.

"You implied it."

"You've implied a LOT of things," Rick retorted. "But you haven't SAID ANYTHING. From my perspective, that's probably the way to go."

"Why be so careful?" Martin asked. "You act like you have something to hide."

"Other people's secrets are not for me to tell," Rick replied. "Even if they are innocuous."

"That's a fine sentiment..." Martin said mildly, "but there ARE secrets here, and I'm going to get to the bottom of them!"

"Not usin' ME, you ain't!" Randy announced and got up to make for the door.

"All right!" Martin threw up his hands. "I see that I'm not going to be able to browbeat you -- so maybe you can explain what I heard..."

"And if we can't?" Damian retorted for the group.

"You can," Martin replied. "Sit down, Randy. Have some pizza." He turned to Rick, "I started with you because the two women in question both have a relationship with you. That would seem to implicate you..." Martin paused. "I understand that your mother is in the early stages of pregnancy. From the way they were talking, the father is probably in this room..."

Everyone froze. "That'd be real private information, I think," Damian said at last. "And I don't see where you need to know it."

"All right, that's fair," Martin replied. "I was just proving that I wasn't bluffing you all. Let's move on, then. Tell me about the sex group."

This time, Terence said carefully, "What sex group?"

"The one probably all of you belong to," Martin replied. "The one you've invited Hank to be a member of. The one with collecting blackmail material as an initiation rite!"

Somehow, Terence managed to miss saying, "Oh, THAT sex group..." He opened his mouth, but Damian glared and nothing came out.

Martin waited a full thirty seconds. "Come on, guys! I know more than enough!"

"Then you know that people's reputations are at stake!" Toby rasped. "What do you expect us to do? Just implicate everyone who is a member? What kind of idiots do you think we are? Maybe you have some of us over a barrel -- but you haven't told us that you mean no one harm. The more you know, the less safe anybody in the group is, because we have no way of keeping you from exposing us!"

"Yeah, I get that," Martin agreed. "Rick's girlfriend said something about asking him to approve her volunteering to have sex with me so you all had a handle on me..."

Rick rocked back and rubbed his forehead. "Jeezus!"

"C'mon, boys!" Martin rasped.

"What part of unsafe don't you understand?" Toby retorted. "You're making assumptions and there are a room full of us here -- you don't know who is in the group and who isn't -- this is ridiculous! Not only would we be exposing people to you, but to anybody here who isn't a member!"

"You're good, Toby, but I don't believe you," Martin replied. "I'm sure of you and Rick, just from what has already occurred. And these three have all implicated themselves by their answers," he added, sweeping his hand to wave at Terence, Damian, and Randy. "That leaves Lon -- and there is no way HE isn't in on this if you two are!"

Rick's involuntary grimace gave them away, and Toby knew it -- but he could still try to protect the women. "Even if you're right, we STILL can't give you any details! Look what you're asking!"

"What do you want?" Martin asked.

"Protection!" Toby replied. "Obviously! What can you give us?"

"Nothing comes to mind, I admit," Martin replied.

"Then why on Earth should we expose ourselves even further?" Toby retorted. "The women are safe -- except Rick's mother, who is a smart lady -- and Teela, who, well, probably doesn't have the best reputation for being truthful. Anything you get now will expose someone who hasn't been. You can't get something for nothing, here. The stakes are too high!"

"What do you want, then?" Martin asked.

"You're in or you're out, Coach. And if you're in, you're going to have to give us something. You know too much NOW!" Toby insisted.

Martin grimaced. "I don't have any smoking guns in my past. On the other hand, if I were to do what you guys planned for me and we got caught, I'd be absolutely destroyed! I'm in a position of trust..."

Toby, who had taken over as spokesperson, sighed. "Then we're at an impasse. Actually, it is worse than that -- but we all need to leave. Hank, sorry, Man. I didn't plan for things to go bad like this. Rick, you'd better call your mother and brief her. Where are they, by the way?"

"Out to lunch," Martin replied. "Look, is anyone being hurt? I heard something about six teenage girls..."

"Holy fuck!" Randy burst out. Glances flashed all around the group.

Toby took it on. "Okay, Coach, it's like this. Up to now, group membership has been totally voluntary, and aside from some games that some of the members like to play, there hasn't been anything resembling violence. But let's say -- hypothetically, of course -- that you stumbled on a group of girls who were desperate for sex and had turned to doing something HIGHLY illegal to take care of it? Let's say you had solid evidence, but you didn't want to turn them in. Since the real problem is sex..."

"You plan to blackmail them," Martin concluded.

"It's... for their own good."

"And you get more outlets," Martin pointed out, eyeing Toby critically.

"Except we really don't need so many," Toby replied. "Coverage is sometimes difficult as it is..."

"Then why not leave them alone?" Martin queried.

"Because they would still have their original problem -- and having already stooped to something highly illegal to resolve it, they'd be headed for trouble," Toby replied, thinking, 'Okay, maybe I'm laying it on too thick, but some people wouldn't think so...'

"So you blackmail them into sex slavery..." Martin obviously wasn't convinced.

"Let's say that we provide them with an incentive -- and resources -- to try boys as an alternative to what they're presently doing," Toby replied. "The resources piece is key, here -- they're not attracting guys on their own."

"Sounds terribly altruistic," Martin disparaged, "but you're going to be sexing virgins..."

"...Which is worse that them fucking with dogs?" Damian burst out.

Martin blinked. This matched the comments Teela had made exactly -- he just hadn't put it together because it was so far outside his experience. "You're kidding, right?"

Toby stopped glaring at Damian long enough to reply, "Videos don't lie."

Martin remembered Teela's other comments -- including the insistence that half of the girls would volunteer to have sex. "I don't know if I would want to be immediately involved in that particular project -- but if they turned out to be pleased with the situation it might turn out to be justified."

"In or out, Coach," Toby pressed.

Martin looked around. "You need a conscience. In."

Toby chuckled. "We've got one -- you've met her." He turned to the others. "Rick? Lon? Damian?"

Lon crossed his arms. "No."

Damian grunted, shook his head, "She ain't ready."

Rick looked totally disgusted. "What about..." he glanced at Randy.

Toby shook his head. "We have to protect Coach. If THAT got out, they would throw him under the jail! Besides, Adele would have a FIT!"

"Oh, all RIGHT!" Rick looked thoroughly pissed.

Toby turned to Martin. "Teela. I'm guessing she got us into this mess, anyway. Jean wouldn't."

Martin nodded. "I don't see me doing a lot of this -- teenagers..."

"You won't have to, Coach," Lon grunted. "We have a fine population of older women. Some of them are spoiled, but the others will be happy to have you."

"Well, THAT'S good to hear," Martin sighed. There was a knock on the door. "That had better be the air conditioning guy!" Martin rasped. "You guys chow down -- I'll be back."

It was. The repairman, who had no experience with Martin's relatively unique installation -- especially the reversible fan controls in the floor grates and the related thermostat connections, took up the next forty minutes. The problem, however, had to do with parts in the central unit upstairs, and was well within the man's experience, so eventually the repair got under way. Martin returned to the living room, where the pizzas had been thoroughly decimated. Picking up a lonesome slice of pepperoni pizza, Martin asked, "Now, what else can you tell me?"

"Nothing, Coach," Toby replied. "Not yet. You know too much already. When you've been initiated, then we can lay it all out -- but for now, we have to cover ourselves in case you chicken out."

"How do you plan to do this -- specifically?" Martin asked.

"We discussed it," Damian replied. "Just you having an audience would be safest for you, and it might be enough -- but you want to know everything, so we gotta video it."

"That's pretty embarrassing," Martin replied. "What if I can't...?"

Rick snorted. "Teela will handle THAT! Frankly, a blowjob would be enough, I bet. You wouldn't even have to cum. But since you'd be screwed anyway, just for that..."

"... I might as well enjoy myself?" Martin finished. Rick nodded. "Maybe we'd better not discuss this further," Martin added. "The repairman is in the attic, but we all know how sound carries in here..."

Somewhere in the house, fans were droning, though; the repairman was busy with his work and not busy eavesdropping. Twenty minutes later, he came downstairs. "I put a band-aid on it, but I have to order some parts," the repairman related. "It'll be two or three days. Call me if it stops -- it'll probably be a frozen valve in the unit I stuck in there to run it. As hot as things are, though, it'll probably be fine..." Martin saw him to the door and thanked him and everyone kicked back in the living room, enjoying the slow change of temperature. Martin put the TV on and the group watched a little ESPN.

At two-thirty, Jean and Teela returned. "I thought..." Jean began.

"We have an emergency," Toby related. "It turns out that we need the pair of you back to fix things -- since you broke them!"

"I don't understand..." Jean began.

"Come with me." Toby led Jean and Teela into the kitchen; basically everyone else followed. "Look up." The vent was in operation, the fan whirring merrily. "Earlier today, the fans didn't work," Toby pointed out. "Want to guess which room is directly above us?"

"Oh, shit!" Teela gasped.

"We've had quite a party," Toby said sarcastically. "Coach knows too much for his own good, and not enough to satisfy his curiosity, so..." He eyed Teela, "YOU get to initiate him!"

Teela glanced at Rick and quailed at the return look she got from him. "I'm sorry!"

"Well, you busted it -- I can't really expect anyone else to volunteer to fix it!" Rick grated. "I think I'm gonna borrow something from Beth afterward and spank you!"

Teela hunched her shoulders. "Okay."

"Is this necessary?" asked Jean.

"Think about what you two talked about," Toby replied. "Coach heard a number of things, many of which are potentially damaging."

"Oh." Jean's eyes shifted to Martin. "That pregnancy comment..."

"I couldn't resist," Martin admitted. "I also couldn't let you get heat stroke and miscarry!" He grinned apologetically, "The look on your faces was priceless..."

"I bet," Teela grinned ruefully.

"I'm concerned..." Jean began.

Martin shrugged. "There really seems to be no other way to assure your safety, at this point."

"When?" Teela asked.

"Now," Toby replied. "We AREN'T safe. This needs to go down NOW!"

"Where?" Martin asked.

Several of the boys shared glances. "I think," Toby said slowly, "that we should do this in stages. There's the video, but I think we should all feel comfortable that we know something first. Let's go to the living room."

The gathering was daunting to Martin; not only were ALL the boys there, but so was Jean -- not to mention Teela! "You know, I don't know if I can do this," he related. "I'm not a pedophile..."

Teela rolled her eyes. "Christ, Coach! I'm gonna be eighteen in a few months! It's not like you're standing there with a lollipop going, 'Come here, little girl! Want some candy?' I opened my big mouth earlier today, so you KNOW I was thinking about this! You can't rape the willing -- you can't even take advantage of me! Settle down! Why don't you go get into some sweats or shorts or something..."

"Yeah, all right..." Martin wandered out and upstairs and just stood in his room for a while. When he looked up, Jean was standing there in the door. "What the Hell am I doing?" he asked. "This is insane!"

"Things happen," Jean replied softly. "I made my mistake the very first day. And then I passed up the opportunity to fix it. Now... Now I could, but it's not the same -- not preventative. Now it's destructive." She sighed. "You... heard things. It put you on a path. You have to walk that path. I'm sorry, but others will suffer if you don't -- and I know that matters to you."

"What do you think of... their solution?" Martin asked.

"It won't hurt you," Jean replied. "It's not about that. Maybe it will even help..."

"It's blackmail."

"It's not active. No one is going to come to you for money. You're... paying your dues -- throwing your lot in with us."

Martin eyed her. "What will you think of me, after?"

"After, I'll tell you what I'VE done. I'm in no position to judge," Jean replied, coming forward and grasping Martin by the upper arm. "Let's find you some sweatpants."

Five minutes later, they were back downstairs. "Toby," Jean scolded, "you can't expect him to just put on a circus act! For that matter, you can't expect Teela to, either!"

"I was thinking that we could all see Teela fluff him a little," Toby replied, "then he and Teela and Rick and probably you could go up to his room for the rest of it."

Jean absorbed this and glanced at Martin for approval. Martin nodded tightly. "Very well."

"What about me?" Teela asked. "Do you want me naked?"

"Not here," Martin croaked.

"Come here, then..." Teela approached Martin and knelt before him, then tugged down his sweats. "Here we go..." She took his cock in her hands, jacking it. Martin was circumcised, which kind of surprised her. She cupped his balls gently, then leaned in and sucked in the still small tip.

Martin pulled in a breath through his nose; Teela's mouth felt incredible! He began to stiffen and swell -- something he frankly hadn't expected to be able to do. It embarrassed him; he'd hoped that he was above being excited in this manner, since he knew how wrong it was, but he had needs -- physical needs -- and they hadn't been dealt with properly in some time.

The results weren't immediately clear to the boys -- except for Toby, who picked up Teela's satisfaction when she detected the change in size and texture of Coach's cock. It was almost a minute before the results were undeniable. Teela backed off, jacking his now solid length, and grinned up at him. "See? You're not broken. Mama fix."

"Okay," Toby stepped in. "This is enough for our purposes. You guys take him upstairs and finish the job. Rick, do you have this?"

Rick grimaced. Teela stood, nodding to Jean. "Take him up -- I'll be right there." She led Rick aside. "I want to finish up, Love. He needs the whole show. All right?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure I want to be there," Rick replied. "I know what you're trying to do, and I think it's worth it -- but..."

"Bring Toby along for the camera work, then," Teela insisted. "He's probably better at it, anyway. If you have to leave, I'll understand."

Rick nodded. "Toby?" He waved him over. "You do the video," he said, handing Toby the camera, which had been stowed in Toby's car against the possibility that they might have to induct one of the girls on no notice. "I'm gonna try to hang, but..."

"Right." Toby waved at the others. "We'll be back." Teela led the two of them upstairs.

"Okay, Coach," Teela announced as she entered the bedroom, "focus on me. We're gonna have a good time -- and everybody else is furniture." She worked her way out of her halter-top, dropped her shorts, and kicked off her flip-flops. "Climb up on the bed -- I want to talk to that little beastie I found in your pants downstairs!"

Martin climbed on the bed, visibly reluctant. "Hey!" Teela complained. "You could hurt a girl, acting like having sex with her is a fate worse than death!"

"It's not that!" Martin exclaimed. "It's..."

"Coach, forget the side issues. Don't TELL me you haven't checked out a girl or two my age and wished you were younger! Well, today is your lucky day, so settle back and enjoy it! If you just HAVE to get all wrapped around the axle over the morality of the thing, let's try to have a nice memory to put against it, okay?" She started jacking him -- and he was already started, anyway, so he firmed right up. "This isn't an uncommon problem. People make stupid laws that draw lines in the sand; I'm on one side of this line, and you're on the other. But the lines themselves don't take into account a dozen factors that make them stupidly placed, like the fact that a century ago I'd have been married a year ago or considered a spinster -- or that I'm a LOT better educated than that girl would have been, but some idiot thinks I can't make my own decisions! Oh, and did I mention that older guys were a catch back then?"

Teela lowered her mouth over his cock and he groaned. Jean murmured from the sidelines, "She's right, you know. We're dealing with arbitrary rules that don't meet the needs of the people involved..." She moved in and rubbed his chest. "Put them aside and enjoy yourself..."

Jean's face hovered above him, placid, smiling. It seemed as if Holly was there, too. Martin surrendered, and pleasure flooded him, radiating outward from the rhythmically shifting embrace of Teela's lips on his cock. "Aaaaahhhhh..."

Everyone detected it. Jean's smile got bigger. Martin's cock got bigger, too! "My goodness, Coach!" Teela exclaimed, "This is nice!" She reached between her legs to masturbate and spread the juices that were already flowing; after all, THAT was where the money shot was going to be!

Martin shifted his eyes from Jean's face to Teela's and back. Two women... Somehow Toby and Rick managed to be invisible; Rick was up near the headboard on Coach's far side where he could watch Teela and Toby was using Jean as a shield at this point. Later, he would be sure to capture Coach's expressions, but for now it was better if Coach got off the ground without worrying about a camera in his face...

Jean didn't know why she was doing the things she was, but they seemed to be important to Martin. She suspected that she was acting as a surrogate for his departed wife, and that was okay; she felt the role was important. Besides, he had man muscles, like Hugh; Toby was absolutely wondrous in some ways, but he lacked that adult male structure, being slightly built.

Toby smiled thinly, reading her. Well, it was no secret that -- despite her beliefs -- he didn't meet ALL of her needs. Maybe an occasional romp with Coach would help fill the gaps... Mildly surprised, he discovered that the seed really didn't need planting -- just a little water...

Coach was fully into it now -- Teela could tell. He was moving and groaning and his cock was like a steel rod. Teela glanced up at Rick, to see how he was taking things -- and he seemed to be all right. It was time to get down... "Jeannie?"

"Dear?" Jean shifted her attention from Martin to her son's diminutive girlfriend, then drifted closer at Teela's gesture.

"I'm gonna take this for a ride now," Teela whispered, "But I'm not tall enough. Pull that thing off and give him some nips to chew, okay?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, come on! Don't TELL me you don't want to!" Teela chided.

"I'll be in the way."

"It'll be fine." Teela reached up one-handed and undid the buttons holding Jean's halter at the back. "Go on..." She dove on Coach's cock again, making it nice and wet...

Martin was watching them with bright eyes; they were like sisters, one young and brave and the other older and nervous. The younger sister rose, climbing forward until her little, dark-furred mons was poised over his cock, then settled herself, grinning at him, her eyes laughing.

It was exquisite. Martin closed his eyes and could feel her settling, then jerking back up as the lubrication failed, only to return and cover more of his length, stuttering strokes that occurred several times before her pubic bone hit his. Inside, she was furnace hot and oily, an old, familiar feeling that he'd been forced to give up. He opened his eyes to see a smiling cherub moving up and down, slowly ramping up to a bounce that pounded his pubic bone and jiggled her small breasts. Another pair of hands kneaded his chest, then let go and a pair of breasts virtually twin to the ones he had been watching bounce swam into view -- only a LOT closer! Martin reached up and dragged them to him, delighting in the quiet gasp that erupted when his lips pulled in a stiff, pinkish nub...

Toby grinned behind the camera. Maybe he'd triggered this -- but he didn't think so. He hadn't been tuning himself to Teela. Jean was hovering above Coach, one breast captured, rubbing his belly with one hand while she braced against the headboard with the other. Teela was bouncing energetically on Coach's erection, noisily describing how it felt. Rick was standing there, watching, trying to figure out how he felt about it. Toby circled the foot of the bed, making certain to get a good shot of the point where Coach and Teela merged, then came up the far side to stand beside Rick. "Go kiss her -- she needs you."

"I'll be in the way," Rick grunted.

"I'll work around it."

Rick came up off the wall and gingerly approached his girlfriend; Teela grabbed him and clutched him to her as soon as he was within reach, her lips searching for his, her strokes slowing as she worked to link with him. "I'm going to want you as soon as I'm done here," she whispered. "Go find a place." Rick nodded, holding her eyes and hands. In a moment, she let go and waved him off, and he left the room. Toby wondered for a moment what was up until her anticipation of the sex to come filtered through to him.

Meanwhile, Martin had his lips on Jean's left breast and his hand between her legs, clutching her right inner thigh, feeling her heat. He shifted his fingers so that he could rub her crotch and felt it dampen her shorts. His left hand slid up and down along her narrow backbone, feeling the hard bumps of her ribs and spinal column. Jean was trying to excuse her feelings by blaming it on hanging her head upside down, but there was a lot more to it than that. Martin had big, thick, calloused fingers -- and why they would be preferable to Toby's softer, narrower, pianist's fingers wasn't clear, but the feel of them sliding over her skin was exciting to her. Her left leg was beginning to shake from her position, but she held it, drinking it the positives.

Rick moved to the top of the stairs and yelled down, "Hank! Can I use your bedroom?"

"Yeah! Second on the right!" Hank yelled back. Rick took a quick look inside to make sure it would do -- and ended up pulling the blankets up and smoothing the bed rapidly -- then returned to the scene in Coach's room.

Teela waved him over and whispered, "I'm gonna cum soon! Get behind me and play with my titties!" Rick put a knee on the bed and did as she asked, kissing her neck while tweaking and rubbing her nipples.

Martin wasn't fucking Teela -- he was fucking Jean -- or at least, it seemed that way. But then Teela wailed, "I'm gonna cum, Coach! Fuck! Fuck me! Ogod! Yeah!" Martin threw his hips into gear and started trying to help from below.

Toby reached out and snatched Jean into a vertical position, "Sorry, Sweetie -- I need a face shot!" Coach looked unhappy at having lost his nipple, but other things were taking priority. Spurred by the noises the sprite riding him was making, his balls were boiling, causing him to shoot past the point of no return. "Me, too!" he grunted. "Cum! Ride me!"

Toby collected this announcement on video, then caught Teela's obvious look of extremity -- then waved Rick away so he could catch the money shot. Teela obliged him by wailing "OH! FUUUUCCKKK!! MEEEEEE!!!!" and then hopping up and down so energetically that she lost Coach's erection, which ended up sliding up and down the crack of her ass while she ground her clit into his pubic bone.

That didn't stop Martin, who erupted anyway, all along her back and ass, shooting streams onto her creamy skin in heaving pulses. "Uhng! Uhh! Huuuhh!" Toby caught it all on video, including the looks on their faces as they rode out their peaks.

Teela sat for a moment atop Martin, her lungs pumping like a bellows, before announcing, "That's it, Coach -- I gotta go get some of MY man, now!" Somehow, she managed to collect Rick's hand and lurch off of Martin, yelling, "Lover, take me somewhere and finish me off!" Rick collected her in his arms and headed out the door.

Jean was pinned. Somehow, despite the recent excitement, Martin hadn't let go of her crotch -- in fact, one thick finger was buried in her vagina! Now he reached up, grabbed her neck, and pulled her down, rasping, "Get out of those things!"

For a moment she struggled despite his lips on hers, "I..." She shouldn't do this -- she couldn't!

But a pair of hands reached around from behind her and undid the button and started tugging and a familiar voice murmured, "You haven't been sharing..." When the hot pants got below her ass, Martin pulled the finger out of her vagina, but immediately collected an ass cheek, hauling her in. Jean found herself flat out atop Martin while Toby pulled the shorts the rest of the way off. "See you guys..." he murmured, walking out.

Somewhere in there, Jean stopped arguing. Martin was, well, demanding -- in a way that she couldn't seem to avoid responding to. He had his tongue in her mouth, one hand on her ass, and the other running up and down her back. She let herself respond to the kiss; some time later, she realized that an erection was rubbing her labia. What to do about it wasn't even a question...

Toby was downstairs, wondering if he'd done it again, unconsciously -- he knew he hadn't done anything deliberate. But Jean was responding to Coach in ways that she'd never responded to him... "What the fuck is goin' on now?" Damian asked.

Toby shrugged. "Rick and Teela are in Hank's room. Coach and Jean are busy catching up." He hefted the camera. "We've got what we need. Welcome to the group, Hank."

Teela's voice drifted down the stairs, "Ogod! Fuck me, Lover! FUCK!!! YESSSS!!!"

Toby looked upstairs. "It's a little to exciting around here. Why don't we go to Lon's for a swim?" He swung a significant glance onto Damian, who caught it and grunted, "Yeah, good idea!" and started chivvying the others out.

Martin and Jean were in their own little world; the sounds Teela was making didn't penetrate. Their eyes were locked and Jean ground herself against Martin while he thrust himself into her from below, his big hands sliding up and down from her hips to a point where his thumbs and forefingers could maul her nipples and back. She rode him like that through three orgasms before surrendering to exhaustion -- but Martin merely pinned her to him, rolled over, and took over full control of the act -- not that he had EVER been passive! She strained against him, striving with him, cumming twice more before he roared and crushed himself to her, his long cock firing pulse after pulse into her quaking center. When it was over, he rolled them onto one side and grunted, "Thank God for air conditioning!" That was the last thing she remembered.

Martin didn't quite black out. He lay there, wasted, for several minutes before the post-coital urge to take a leak demanded that he rise and deal with it. Staggering out into the hallway, naked, he surprised Teela leading Rick out of Hank's room, equally naked, their clothes bunched in their hands. He stopped, embarrassed, but Teela came forward and pulled his head down to buss him on the cheek, "Hey, Coach! Nice ride!" Then she went back to collect Rick's hand and the couple made for the bathroom.

Martin interrupted this with, "Hey! Can I pee first?"

"Oh! Sure!" Teela pushed Rick against the hallway wall and began kissing him, "Hurry up!"

Martin shuffled past them and took care of business, then dug in the linen closet for clean towels; grateful to find any, he put them on the toilet seat for the young couple. "I laid out some things," he mumbled as he passed them, outbound. Behind him there was a shuffle and a mutter and a yell of, “Thanks, Coach!"

Back in his room, he was confronted with the tiny woman he had virtually raped. She was something; she'd obviously enjoyed the act, even though he hadn't given her much choice. In hindsight, he realized what he'd done, but at the time, well, somewhere in there, he'd stopped fucking Teela and started fucking Jean, despite the fact that it was Teela riding his cock. Obviously, he'd gone a little nuts; just as obviously, her experience had been different. But SHE was the one who stuck a nipple in his face -- and she hadn't fought THAT hard... He stepped into a pair of sweatpants, threw a sheet over Jean, and headed downstairs to get something to drink.

On his way back upstairs, he ran into Rick and Teela again, headed downstairs. "Where's Jean?" Teela asked.

"Sleeping."

"Did you two get it on?"

"Yeah."

"Cool." Teela led Rick past him. "Bye, Coach! Take care of yourself!"

"Hey, who's gonna answer all my questions?" Martin yelled.

Teela shrugged from the foot of the stairs, glancing at Rick. "Jean, I guess. Or you can haul one of the guys back. Not this one, though." She tugged Rick's hand and they disappeared from sight. Martin shrugged and headed for his office for some heavy thinking, giving the occupant of his bedroom a quick peek as he passed.