The captains explained what was going on to the two teams, who all agreed to be on their best behavior. Several the guys put away the beers they were drinking and switched over to sodas.
Looking around at the throng, Tim turned to Mark and asked, "Are you sure Miss Stevens is going to be... well, you know...safe?"
"You know your guys best," replied Mark. "Will they treat our girls any differently than they would Coach Stevens?"
"God, I hope not!" laughed Tim. "We won't have any fun at all then! I'm in group B."
"Oh-ho! You got Yolanda," whispered Mark in a conspiratorial hiss. "I'm in group A, Coach Stevens. Don't worry... I'll watch out for her. Will is in group F, which will be selected by Natalie. Joe is in group H with Colleen. I hope he has staying power."
"Just do me a favor," said Tim. "Give it to Miss Stevens three or four times if you can."
"Huh?'
"It'll make her feel good," explained Tim.
"Oh, I see," said Mark. "She's just like Yolanda."
Before Tim could reply, loud music blared out of the sound box. The side door to the mess hall opened, and Mai, Colleen, Yolanda, Jenny, Haru, and Chica danced on in. The place went wild with all the guys cheering and whistling. Will had set up tables in the front of the dining area and the six girls stepped up on top of them. Up there, they danced and cavorted, getting the guys to clap in time to the music and putting them into a partying mood.
The song ended and Will turn the volume down as another song came through the speakers. Yolanda took one step forward to stand in front of the other girls.
"Hey, boys," she said, swaying her hips to the music. "You all ready to party?"
"Yeah," came a halfhearted reply.
"If that's the best you've got, I'm going home," pouted Yolanda, which brought forth several cries of disappointment. "Are you ready to party?"
"YEAH!"
"That's more like it," chuckled Yolanda. "You all know the rules, so be gentlemen and we all will have a good time. I see the size of our party has greatly increased and we welcome the Westville high team. You played a great game and were gracious enough to invite us here. I have a surprise for everyone -- football Coach Stevens and cheerleading Coach Porter!"
A collective gasp went through all the guys as Sarah and Natalie came in through the side door. They walked over to Yolanda and stepped up onto the table. A low murmur began. Tim saw that Sarah and Natalie had changed into button-down shirts and jeans. Sarah had pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail and Natalie was wearing her big bulky poncho.
"Quiet down!" ordered Yolanda. "Coach Stevens has something to say."
"Thanks, Yolanda," said Sarah. The guys, except for the captains, were all staring at her with a little apprehension. "I was a little surprised to find six cheerleaders here. So I have to ask you, Yolanda, what you are doing here."
"Well, Coach, we made a bet," said Yolanda. "If our team won, myself and part of the cheerleading squad would fuck their brains out. That's why we're here."
The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The Westville team knew of their bet with Sarah, but she was here without Nurse Brown and Samantha Crowe. They did not know how she would react to this news.
"I made the same bed with my team, Yolanda," admitted Sarah, that caused a lot of shocked looks. "I decided that they had played so well that I was going to honor it and fuck each and everyone's brains out. I could not find the rest of my group, so only Natalie and I came here. We'd be happy if you'd let us join you."
Voices began to babble in wonder and astonishment at Sarah's statement. Yolanda then cut the talk completely off.
"Wait a minute... Wait a minute!" she said loudly. "If everyone gets the same reward, what's the point of winning? I mean... there's got to be some penalty."
"Hey, Yolanda!" yelled Will, sitting beside the boom-box. "They invited us here and gave us a nice place to have our party. They could have won just as we did. It was that close."
"You're right, Will. It was a very, very close game," stated Yolanda, "but right is right."
"My team played well. So well that I will honor my bet with them," said Sarah. "As their coach, I'll take the burden of their loss."
"... and what does taking on the burden mean?" asked Yolanda.
Sarah reached up and grabbed two handfuls of her large breasts and jiggled them up and down. Her hands slid down over her stomach and crotch twice.
"It means Natalie and I will provide some entertainment before we break into groups," said Sarah sexily.
"All right, then," yelled Yolanda. "It's lottery time!"
Tim was surprised when a number of guys began running back and forth through the crowd. He heard snatches of conversations on exchanging one ticket for another. He looked over to Mark and asked, "What gives?"
"Sorry, should've warned you," said Mark. "None of the players know who they'll be teamed with, so they'd dicker and bargain to exchange lottery tickets. Do you want to exchange tickets?"
Tim looked up at the busty, black cheerleader standing on the table. He quickly shook his head.
"No, thanks. I'll stick with what I have."
"Good," laughed Mark. "Cause I wasn't going to exchange tickets, no matter what."
"Okay," said Yolanda, who held up a large pot over her head and pulled out a slip of paper. "Group A is... Coach Stevens!"
"Big surprise," muttered Tim to Mark jokingly.
"Group B is... ooo, myself," cooed Yolanda. "Group C is... Haru. Group D is... Jenny. Group E is... Chica. Group F is... Natalie. Group G is... Mai, and group H is... Colleen. Five minutes for a group meeting."
The eight women stepped off the tables, calling for the group to meet them at various points in the large dining hall. Tim headed up front to where Yolanda was standing. Mark made a beeline toward Sarah. Will moved over to Natalie and Joe joined the group in the back around Colleen.
"A baker's dozen," murmured Yolanda lustfully. "All right, guys. This is the time when we get to know one another. Your paper has a number on it. I'll go from one straight down to thirteen. I'll do two or three of you at same time, but only if you all agree to it. If you want me to do something special, asked first, okay?" Yolanda looked at the group around her and a worried look came over her face. She looked around the room and stopped when she spotted who she was looking for. Tim followed her gaze over to Sarah's group and he saw the big center, Tiny, standing there.
"She can take him," he whispered to her.
"You sure?" asked Yolanda.
"Yeah, that's Sammy, our linebacker, standing next to him. Sammy's...uh... huge and Coach took him balls deep."
"Well, then," purred Yolanda. She turned and began rubbing her right hand up and down the front of Tim's pants. He quickly became hard and she gave them a final squeeze before letting go. "Your number one, Tim. Who's thirteen?" A skinny guy named Gary who was the Westville water boy raised his hand. "Our policy is whoever goes last, comes first." Yolanda knelt down in front of him. "How about a nice, wet blow job?"
Gary was actually shaking in his nervousness as he stammered, "I...uh... I don't..."
"Go for it, Gary," said Tim encouragingly. "I know you'll do us proud."
Gary screwed up his courage and looked down at Yolanda before saying, "P... Please?"
Yolanda had his pants undone and down to his knees in no time. Gary's prick was rock-hard and pre-come was losing out the tip. His knees were shaking so much that Tim moved over to catch him if he fell down. Yolanda reached up and gripped his cock firmly around the head. She then tightened down her grip.