Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated
Part: 21 of 47
Universe: The Pact
Summary: Complications set in for the secretive little group created by the
Pact.  The boys stumble into a potential goldmine -- but are they biting off
more than they can chew?
Content: Mf MFf MF mf blackmail oral voy

The Pact:  Episode 2 -- Things Get Complicated

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.