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Authors name: Scott Benson (scott_subtoy@hotmail.com)
Story title : Stat Boy
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Stat Boy (F+/M, mast, exh)
by Scott Benson (scott_subtoy@hotmail.com)
***
Being a statistics helper for the girl's basketball
team has its rewards, frustrations, and luscious
threats.
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Dave entered the bus after the late girl's basketball
game at Waynesboro. He found a seat near the front,
close to the coaches and prepared to nap.
With getting back to the school around midnight, he
would not be done with figuring out the statistics
until two or three in the morning. So he wanted to take
advantage of the opportunity to sleep when he could.
The girls filed onto the bus and when Kim went past, he
noticed that she gave him a strange look that he could
not identify. Well, that could wait, he thought. He
would ask her about it at the next game. After everyone
had settled down, the trip home began.
Shortly after the bus began to move, Kim called toward
the front of the bus, "Dave, we want to see you about
some statistics."
"Yeah, we want you to come back here," her close friend
Diane added.
"Oh, all right," Dave replied sullenly and got the stat
books together and headed back to where the girls were.
He found Kim and Diane seated together about three
seats from the back.
When he prepared to sit across the aisle from them,
Diane said, "No, Dave, sit between us," and moved into
the aisle to allow him to sit down. He slid onto the
seat and she squeezed in beside him.
He started to open the stat book and asked, "Well
girls, what stats did you want to discuss?" "No, not
those, silly," Diane laughed as she took the books from
his hand and placed them on the seat across the aisle.
He looked bewildered and queried, "Then what ones do
you mean?"
"We meant some performance statistics of yours," Kim
quietly answered, sliding her hand up along his leg to
his crotch.
"Yes," Diane whispered, "We've been hoping to get
acquainted with that little friend of yours." Her hand
joined Kim's in caressing between his legs.
He did not know what to do when his pants began to
bulge and feelings of arousal penetrated his brain,
much to his embarrassment. The girls, however, seemed
to enjoy this as they directed the attention of their
fingers to the increasing swelling.
"Let's get it out so we can 'really' play with it," Kim
cooed. She grabbed his belt, unbuckled it, unsnapped
his pants and pulled down the zipper. When she opened
his pants and carefully freed his throbbing member from
his underwear, he started to object.
Seeing this, Diane purred, "Now Dave, you wouldn't want
us to tell your girlfriend Lola that you misbehaved
with us, would you?"
At the resulting look of fear on his face, she
continued, "I didn't think you would. You just let us
have some fun, now, and we won't tell her a thing.
Right girls?" When the many whispered replies reached
his ear, he realized that almost all of the girls on
the bus knew what was going on.
His mind previewed the punishment that Lola would
inflict on him if a question of his behavior seized
her. He realized that if he did not go along with them,
Diane could easily cause him major problems with Lola.
He swallowed his harsh feelings of indignation toward
the girls and partially surrendered to the strong
urging that began to overwhelm him as both Kim and
Diane caressed his now exposed shaft.
"What the...?" he gasped when he felt a warm moistness
engulf his raging desire. He looked down at his lap to
discover that Kim had gone down on him when he barely
discerned her head bobbing amid the darkness.
Hearing the slurping sound of Kim's mouth, Diane
exclaimed, "I gotta see this!" She pulled a flashlight
from her purse, turned it on and shined it on Kim's
mouth as it was sliding up and down along his length.
From the front of the bus, one of the coaches asked in
loud voice, "What's that light? Is that a cigarette
lighter I see back there?"
Diane, raising her voice, replied, "No, no, just a
flashlight. We're just checking out some stats back
here."
"Oh, Okay. Just making sure you're behaving," he
responded then returned to the private world that
coaches inhabit.
Diane, watching Kim, moaned, "Boy, that really turns me
on!" The sounds of unsnapping and unzipping from her
direction barely made an impression on his brain among
the sensuous feelings Kim's lips were generating. "I
just gotta get off," Diane panted. "Wait. I just
thought of a better way," she whispered. She grabbed
Dave's hand and gently glided his finger into the moist
tender slit between her legs.
The dual sensations of the swirling tongue and the
quivering flesh writhing around his probing finger were
too much for him to bear. With great effort he
suppressed the grunt that threatened to explode from
his throat as he shot off into Kim's sucking mouth.
His body contorted in exquisite pleasure that continued
while Kim swallowed his spurting salvos. He felt
Diane's body arch and the muscles surrounding his
finger erupt when she climaxed shortly after him. While
the pleasing aftermath was still sweeping through his
body, he noticed that Kim removed her head from his lap
and sat up in her seat.
"Now it's my turn," Diane smirked after she had
recovered.
"What is going on?" Dave exclaimed when Diane lowered
her face and he felt her tongue exploring his groin.
"This is the stat we were interested in," Kim
explained. "We wanted to see how many times we could
get you off on the trip back. We set three or four
times as the goal. It's her turn at it now. And I think
it's my turn to find a use for your hand."
She found his hand and lowered it to her lap. "Next
trip, let's see how many times he can get 'us' off,
okay Diane?" Diane purred in reply.
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