Chapter 5

TED LAY STILL, BUT NAN DID NOT. HE felt her bulk writhe beneath him, kneading his belly and kneading the swollen penis that they crushed between them. He eased himself backward in her grip until his penis dropped into the void between her thighs, then hunched forward to bring its head into her wet folds.

"Oh, yes, coach! That's good!"

Nan raised her knees and thrust upward against the stiffness of his penis. He felt it centering itself over the mouth of her vagina and he tightened his buttocks to hold hard against her.

"Now, baby," she murmured. "Push."

He felt for the cushions with his knees and pushed. He felt the head enveloped by hot tissue and leaned hard, driving the shaft to the end of her barrel.

Nan caught at his buttocks and pumped him against herself, grunting with each blow. He sensed her rising excitement and gave himself up to the novelty of the hard-working muscles that supported him. But suddenly she clamped her thighs together, wedging them under his and driving her knees up to drive his legs apart. He felt his penis throb as it bent against her overriding pubic arch and he knew that her clitoris was trapped between the hard base of his penis and her pelvic bones. He rocked experimentally and she cried out with a throaty note of pleasure.

Ted got his hands under himself and straightened his elbows, raising the upper part of his torso and letting his weight settle on their genital point of contact.

"Yes! God, yes! Now, do it hard!" Nan's breath, exploded and her fingernails gouged into his but tocks and she swept him back and forth on her quivering groin. He felt the nub of her clitoris roll between them and she thrust her bottom into the air so that he rocked on that one sense organ, shooting tremors that he could feel through Nan's body as the heat rose in his. The mouth that had swallowed his shaft contracted upon it and milked it and he felt the buzzing surge behind it in his guts that meant his semen would erupt. He tensed at the hot flow and Nan drew a shuddering, sobbing breath and stiffened in a deep arch. For a long moment, they hung in the passionate union, then both collapsed into the pillows.

Nan sighed and closed her eyes. "Oh, coach. That was so good! I feel like I might sleep until this time next week!"

"Ron won't like that," Ted mumbled. Good damn, he thought. I was right. She's another quickie. Get it in and bleed it and go to sleep.

Rita felt her trembling subside as Bill's sweat rolled off her. She was learning. It went best-and with the least fuss-if she just let herself go with whoever had her. She could sort of forget how much she hated it and how much it hurt to know that Ted was giving what was hers to one of the other women when she blanked out her mind and let her body go automatic. And she could manage to ignore the desire to dally on the plateau, that way.

Bill kissed her and rolled off. He kissed her again, a quick, easy kiss that said he didn't want her to think he was in a hurry. But he was. And in the next moment, he was gone. She glanced 'round. Cora huddled a few feet away, her back to Rita and her shoulders shaking. She was either laughing or crying, Rita decided, but it was silent, so she couldn't tell which.

Ron leaned down over her. Naked, he looked shorter and stockier than he did in clothes. His penis looked only half erect-swollen and red, but not taut and upright. His eyes glittered as he studied her naked body. He expelled his breath with a hiss and squatted beside her.

"You're a pretty little piece of ass, honey," he said. "I'm going to sample you."

"Ron! I just ..."

"Never mind, sugar. Daddy'll do the thinking." He seized her breasts in his hands and squeezed them.

"Little but solid," he commented. "Not really a good mouthful, but they won't squish too much."

He lowered his head and sucked her left breast into his mouth, taking it to its very root. He sucked with a force that made her gasp and brought tears to her eyes. She dug her nails into her palms.

But his hand had sought out the dripping flesh of her vulva and he found her softened clitoris. He grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and rolled vigorously. Rita's body leaped into a high arch and it snapped straight and arched in rapid alternation as the agony slowly gave way to savage passion. Heat stabbed through her and her mouth was suddenly dry and her muscles thrashed.

Ron flung himself upon her and drove his knees between her thighs, jamming them apart brutally. She felt the head of his now hardened penis bury itself in the folds over the mouth of her vagina and then he lunged, pinning her on the stabbing shaft. She clawed and bucked, but he pumped mercilessly and the room appeared to darken about her. There was a sudden, hot gush within her and a vicious grinding pressure on the tissues of her genitals. She closed her eyes and felt the stiffness go out of Ron's body. His weight lessened and he pulled away.

"You're all right for a quickie, baby," he said.

After a long time, she opened her eyes. Ron was not in sight, but Ted was picking his way through cushions and clothing to her. He knelt beside her and slipped his arm under her shoulders, raising her and holding her to him.

"Are you okay, honey?" he asked.

"I think so, Ted." She shuddered.

"Rough time?"

"That Ron! What a beast!"

Ted groaned. "That sonovabitch! I thought Cora got to him."

"Bastard!"

"He had her for an appetizer. He got me when Bill left."

"The way he handled me, I guess I was just a snack, too."

"I guess he's the same in sex as in his coaching."

"I hate him! Ted, I hate him!"

"Well, we don't have to be around him."

"Then let's not." She glanced at the others, who sprawled in varying attitudes of exhaustion.

"Ted?"

"Yeah?"

"Do we have to stay?"

"Hell, no!"

"Let's go home, honey. I've got to have a hot bath!"

Ted hugged her. "Where are your clothes?"

"They ought to be close. I haven't moved around much."

He found them scattered within arm's length and helped Rita into them. He recovered his own and dressed quickly. Bill was stretched out next to Nan and he heard Elsie muttering to herself in the kitchen.

"Come on, doll." He pulled Rita to her feet and they went to the kitchen.

Elsie leaned, naked, against the counter. Her normal grace was betrayed by an expression of disgust on her face. She brightened when they appeared.

"That Ron Demming is a pig!" she exclaimed "I'll never invite him here again."

"Did he bother you?" asked Rita.

Elsie shook her head. "And he'd damn well better not! But you ought to see what he did to Cora!"

"Hurt her?" Ted stiffened.

"The bastard bit her!"

"Bad?" Ted clenched his fists. Cora was wild, but there was no need for that kind of thing.

"She ought to have something done about it. She probably won't, though. She'd be too embarrassed." Elsie scowled and folded her arms below her breasts.

Ted took a deep breath. "Does Al know ... or Bill?"

"Not yet. Cora's afraid it'd start a fight."

"Hm. Where's Ron now?"

"Here I am, tiger!" Ron bounced into the kitchen looking hairy and hungry without his clothes.

He reached for Elsie.

"Come on, chick. Let's screw!"

Elsie twisted away from Ron's outstretched hand. "Not tonight, Ron. I've had it."

"Come on! What kind of hostess are you? Put out, kid!" He made another grab for her.

"Stop it!" Elsie glared at Ron.

"Come on, twist! You won't miss the little bit of pussy I want!" Ron narrowed his eyes and moved slowly toward Elsie.

She sidled along the counter. "Ron! I warn you, I'm not in the mood."

His voice was suddenly hard and flat. "Then get in the mood, chick. You're next for old Ron. You're the dessert." He seized her arm and jerked her against him, his other hand darting to her crotch.

She cried out and Ted took a quick step forward to slam his hand down on Ron's shoulder.

"Knock it off, Demming!"

Ron shrugged Ted's hand off and lifted Elsie off her feet with the hand that he had forced between her thighs. "You're gonna give, goddamnit!" he snarled.

"NO! Ron, you're hurting me!" Elsie struck at him.

Ron laughed and shook her in the air. "Bitch! Stuck-up bitch! We'll see!"

Ted grabbed both of Ron's shoulders and ground his fingertips into them.

"Put her down, Ron! Get your hands off her before I count to three!" He sensed that his voice was louder than he'd intended.

"Go screw yourself, boy scout!" shouted Ron. "Mind your own business!" He lowered Elsie so her toes touched the floor. "You're all dressed, Brown. Shove off! Get your ass out of here and let a man work!"

Ron hadn't moved his hands. He held Elsie securely by her upper arm and her crotch. She writhed and jerked, but could not loosen Ron's grip.

Ted drew one hand back and chopped it to Ron's biceps. It was a vicious blow, the hard edge of his palm cracking loudly against Ron's muscles.

Ron yelled with rage and threw Elsie from him. He whirled to face Ted and went into a crouch. Out of the corner of his eye, Ted saw Bill come into the room and leap to where Elsie huddled on the floor. Things should quiet with Bill here.

It was time to calm Ron-to give him a bridge he could cross into reason. "Easy, Ron. Easy. That wine was stronger than we thought."

"Screw the wine! Screw you! Screw the whole goddamn world!" Ron edged toward Ted.

"Easy does it, man! Cool off first." Ted watched Ron closely.

"You butted in where you weren't wanted, Ted. That's a bad habit."

"Don't sweat it, Ron. I smoke, too. Pull some clothes on and relax. The party's about over." Ted kept his voice low and easy and saw the tension draining from Ron's features.

"Aw, shit! What's the use?" grumbled Ron. "It's not worth a hassle."

"Of course not. Come on. I'll fill your glass while you get dressed. Or maybe pour you a cup of coffee."

Ron's attitude reversed abruptly. "Good ol' Ted! Hell, yes! Coffee! Gallons of coffee! Jesus, I must have been smashed! Coffee, Ted!" He pushed past Ted with an exaggerated stagger, searching for his clothes.

Ted poured coffee in the largest insulated mug he could find. That'd give Ron something to nurse for a while. By the time the mug was empty-or cold-the Demming's could beat a graceful retreat and the incident would be closed.

Rita collected Elsie's clothes and brought them to her in the kitchen. She was helping her, now-or giving her encouragement and holding the clothes for her.

"You're not hurt, honey?" Rita asked.

"Just my pride, I guess. Oh, I suppose I'll have a bruise or two, but not the kind I can go around showing people."

Bill turned from Elsie and paused beside Ted.

"Damn good thing you were out here when Demming made that pass!" he said.

"Yeah. He was in a hurry."

Bill exhaled loudly. "If I'd come out when Elsie yelled and you hadn't already had things under control, I think I might have killed that bastard!"

"You're not thinking of it now, are you?"

Bill shook his head. "Naw. He's not worth it."

"Whatever made you ask them for tonight?" asked Ted.

"I dunno. I guess Cora asked Elsie to. And then I figured it wouldn't hurt to build up a little good feeling before we met them in the play-off."

Ted laughed. "We're not going that far. We still have our two toughest games to go."

"I think we're going to make it, Ted."

"We could, I suppose. But it'd surprise a lot of people."

"Wouldn't be the first time people got surprised."

"Bill, why don't you check to see if Cora's all right?" suggested Elsie.

"Okay, hon." Bill popped an olive into his mouth, winked at Ted and left.

At home, the kids were sleeping and the dog was frantic with joy at their return and the house seemed to exude an atmosphere of peace.

"I'm so glad to be home," murmured Rita. "I half wish we hadn't gone tonight."

Ted nodded. He wished they hadn't, too. Celebrating was fun, but there were times when he wished things had no chance of breaking into an orgy. Of course, tonight had been worse. It scared the hell out of him to have someone from outside their little circle discover their loose familiarity. There was too much danger of talk.

"I'm going to brew a pot of tea," Rita said. "I'm thirsty for some."

"Tea!" Ted shook his head and grinned. "Tea at two in the morning?" He'd a lot rather have another cup of coffee, but it wasn't important enough to worry about.

"It'll taste good. I've got some sugar cookies to go with it." Rita bustled about the kitchen.

In the end, Ted settled for a glass of milk to go with the cookies. He noted that it was three when they finally were ready to turn out the lights and go to sleep.

John Gale came to report on the Orangeville Rebels, arriving during the lazy part of Sunday afternoon.

"They beat the sox off the Bucks," he said. "They're a passing team, Ted."

"Long passes or short?" Ted asked.

"They don't care. Whichever you're not ready for."

"What about their running game?"

John shrugged. "Mediocre. They didn't make a first down on the ground all day and every point they scored was through the air."

"Maybe we could drop to a four man line and smother their receivers," suggested Ted.

"Maybe. I think the Bucks tried to, but those Rebel receivers were as fast and tricky as you'd hope to see in our league."

"Really fast?"

"They looked like it. But what made it for them was the way they kept faking the Bucks out of position. They have me worried, Ted."

"Must have a good quarterback."

"He's a great scrambler. And they had two other backs who could pass just as good. The Bucks never knew who was going to be throwing."

"What about their defense, John?"

"They were wide awake. Very quick."

"Fast?"

John shook his head. "Not terribly fast. Just quick. They reacted!"

"It wouldn't be easy to fool them with fancy ball-handling, then."

"I doubt it. And power plays won't likely get very far, either. They converged too fast."

"How about their pass defense?"

"Good. They probably get a lot of working out against their own passing attack and that's taught them a lot."

"It sounds like you're saying there isn't any way to move against them." Ted rubbed his chin. "There's got to be something we can run!"

John leaned back and sighed. "Want my honest opinion, coach?"

"Of course!"

"I don't think we'll get a first down. I think they're going to kill us!"

John Gale!" Ted stared at Timmy's father. He couldn't imagine such pessimism from him. "John, how long's it been since you watched the Raiders play?"

John grinned. "I saw the first two games."

"And you've been out of town scouting for us every Saturday since."

"That's right."

"I'll tell you what. Steve Thompson's father's been taking home movies of all the Raider games. Let's see if he'd let us borrow them. You need a chance to see how the boys play now."

"Great!"

It was Tuesday evening before they were able to view the Thompson films. Bill and Al joined John Gale and Ted. They ran the footage on their second game, first, to provide a base for comparison. Ted suspected that they'd get the best contrast by showing the latest film next. The reels on their game against the Eagles were being processed, but those on the Bucks' game were in the box.

"It doesn't look like the same team!" exclaimed John.

Ted studied the action thoughtfully. The camera angle gave him a different view from the one he got from the side-lines. Even he hadn't realized just how smooth the kids had gotten.

John shook his head at the conclusion of the film. There was awe in his voice as he spoke. "Forget what I said, coach! The Rebels are all that I said they were, but I doubt that you'll have any trouble with them." He chuckled. "Not unless you have a real bad day, that is," he added.

So they continued to polish execution and timing. Ted thought about shifting positions by a foot or so, here and there, then gave up the idea. His boys didn't need that kind of help. It would only throw off their habit patterns. He increased the amount of agility drilling and the number of wind sprints for each practice and reduced contact work. And he wandered off to the side frequently to avoid the temptation to lecture too much.