9 comments/ 164900 views/ 34 favorites Feeding Them to the Lions Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion They had just passed mile marker 26. Not that any of the four girls in the speeding gray Jaguar paid any attention. Heading north out of Daytona Beach earlier that morning, they were about five hours into their trip home from spring break, to Pennsylvania, where all four were students at Penn State. None of them had even noticed they'd crossed the state line from Georgia into South Carolina 20 minutes earlier, so not a one would have a good idea where they were exactly when Murphy's Law would inevitably kick in. The four could have easily flown round trip from PA to Florida, but Renee Giperi had just got a new Jag as her 21st birthday present from her parents, and the thought of driving it down to spring break for the week was too good to pass up. After all, new cars never break down, especially high performance sports cars. "Next time we stop, I need to get up in the front seat," Emily Weiss screeched from the back, the legs of her 5 foot 10 inch frame scrunched to ungodly proportions. "She just wants to get away from Laura," Renee snapped from the driver's seat, seeing the sick look in her other friend's face in the rearview. "She looks like she's gonna hurl." "Drinking is like exercise Laura...you can't play Miss Goody Twoshoes the whole trip watching out over the rest of us then cram all your fun into the last night," Renee sweety taunted the girl who usually acted as their designated Mommabird. "I'll roll down the window...dont get any on the paint job." "I'm not giving up shotgun," the fourth girl of the group, Alish chimed in. Redheaded, and certainly the most boisterous and sarcastic of the group of sorority sisters, she always seemed to have a snide take. "Emily, you rode everything else she could find all week at the beach...now you want to ride shotgun...aint happening." As usual, the spacy 3rd year varsity volleyball player was caught offguard by Alisha's biting wit. She knew she'd probably slept with a few more guys than she had planned on in Daytona, but she wasn't the only one. "I think you put a few miles on your tires too Alisha," Emily replied with surprising, gleeful vengence, bringing a crack of laughter from the other girls, including the sickly Laura tettering in the seat to her right. Taking advantage of her rare comic timing, Emily leaned back and extended her legs diagonally forward into the front seat, plopping them down in Alisha's lap. "That's better for now," Emily smirked. Laughter spread occasionally through the car as the four drove on, reveling in stories from the past week, oblivious to their surroundings and the slowly rising temperature gauge in the dash. Renee tried her best to maintain her focus on the rural stretch of I-95 with all the hilarity that surrounded her, but the monotony of the landscape dulled her senses until she caught a whiff of the joint Alisha had lit beside her. "Gimme," Renee blurted over to her giggly friend, her mind clearing quite nicely as soon as she inhaled the relief Alisha held up to her lips. "Pass it back," Emily yelled from the backseat. "Noooo," Laura gurgled, hating the smell of smoke anyway, even more in her sickly condition. "I will throw up if you pass that thing back here." Emily simply leaned forward and took a drag from Alisha's hand before reclining back and exhaling straight down at Laura. The weed mellowed the girls even more as they headed up the interstate and not surprisingly, it wasn't long before they started to get hungry. "I want Denny's," Alisha spoke up, even though they were on such a desolate patch of highway, they hadn't passed an exit sign for nearly 15 minutes. Laura's head now resting on Emily's shoulder as Renee sped on, the lush evergreen forest surrounding them provided a picturesque bracket as they passed around a couple of beers. The growing buzz from the weed and the beer combined with the steady hum of the cars speeding up the highway until Emily could feel herself drifting off. Doing her best not to disturb Laura who was already napping against her right arm, Emily's eyelids gradually lowered until they were mere slits. Just before she closed them all the way however, a faint red glimmer on the dashboard caught her attention. Before she could even mouth up to Renee, "What's that light?", a stream of steam whistled out from under the hood of the Jaguar, covering the windshield. "AHHHHHH," the three awake girls screamed in unison, waking Laura in the process. Immediately swerving to pull over, a churning cascade of white vapor erupted from the gash in the car's radiator hose. "Ho...ly...shit," Alisha's voice temporarily drowned out the sound of the antifreeze sizzling from the Jaguar's engine block. The traffic rushing up the northbound lanes caused the small car to sway as the four pondered their sudden vulnerability. "Who's got their cellphone?" Emily asked from the back, feeling sick with the embarrassment of having hers turned off a few days earlier for lack of payment. "Remember, I lost mine at one of the bars the other night," Alisha added dryly, with more than a trace of exasperation. By then, Renee had reached into her purse and grabbed hers. Before any of the other girls could get their hopes up however, a shrill "FUCK" shot from Renee's mouth. "Battery's dead," she spat. A collective wave of frustration washed through the car until Alisha, Emily and Renee turned to Laura, the girl of the bunch who always seemed to save the day. "Mine's in my bag in the trunk," she said when she realized everyone's eyes were on her, bringing a hint of anticipation. "But...I haven't charged it for a few days either." "UH...OH...," Emily groaned, slumping backwards in her seat. "Where's the closest exit?" Laura asked, having been asleep until the breakdown. The other three girls simply looked around at each other, too squeamish to admit none of them were really paying all that much attention. "Well, four college girls shouldn't have too much trouble getting someone to stop and help," Emily noted, only to be abruptly countered by Alisha. "Did you ever see 'Deliverance'?" she snapped. "You saw what they did to the guys in the movie...what do you think they would do to us!" A steady flow of early afternoon traffic whizzed up the interstate as the four stared aimlessly out the windows. "I'm sure a state trooper will have to pass us before long," Renee wondered aloud. "Then we better toss these empty beer cans over in the ditch and do something about the weed in here before they do," Laura huffed and replied. "Maybe a tow truck?" Alisha offered. "Yeah...maybe the Duke Boys can save us." Emily cracked from the back. "I'll settle for the first person with more teeth than tattoos," Renee said, tapping her thumb dejectedly on the steering wheel. The continuous parade of vehicles briskly swept northward as the four girls sat, watching and waiting. Around 15 minutes after they'd pulled over, a nondescript school bus came into view, puttering along about 10 miles per hour slower than the rest of the rushing traffic. Emily and Laura were staring out the rear window and paid no attention to the yellow and black bus until it started slowing down and angling for the breakdown lane behind them. "It looks like its gonna stop," Emily mouthed. "They have to have some sort of radio or cellphone on board." "It doesn't look quite like a school bus," Alisha looked back and noted. "More like a church bus...or maybe its a commune of hippies." "Or the Muppets," Renee joked. The sound of the bus' tires crackling the gravel as it pulled off the road behind them sent a rush of relief and anticipation up each of the girls' spines. Still seated in the disabled Jaguar, none of them could see what was written on the side of the bus however. "South Carolina Department of Corrections" ___________________ The driver of the bus noticed the broken down Jaguar from about a half mile away. The closer he got he could make out what looked to be 3 or 4 heads in the car. "Pennsylvania plates," he said under his breath when he got close enough to see, causing one of the other prison guards sitting behind him to swivel forward. The stench of sweat and toil filled the interior of the rickety bus as it rumbled down the highway, the four inmates shackled inside all unaware of the broken down car ahead, exhausted from their litter pickup detail 30 miles back. "Looks like 3 or 4 girls," Dwayne, the 42 year old grizzled vet of the group spoke up from directly behind the driver. "Yeah...a couple of young girls...PA plates...I bet they are on their way back from Spring Break," another of the guards named Steve said from across the aisle. The other three guards seemed genuinely surprised when Corliss, the driver, actually slowed the bus down and turned to angle in behind the broken down car. "You really stoppin'?" Steve said with a light chuckle. "Oh God...this ain't a good idea ," Dwayne added with a mix of sarcasm and seriousness as he cast an eye back towards the fourth guard of the group, a baby faced newbie named Donny. "Now Donny...you aren't seeing any of this...OK...you just keep both eyes on the four guys sitting in the back," Dwayne told the young guard in a tone of sober clarity. "Must have been a radiator problem," Corliss guessed from the wispy trail of steam that drifted out from under the Jag's hood. "I wonder if they've already called for help?" "Only one way to know for sure," Steve answered. "CALM DOWN," Dwayne snapped back to the inmates when he noticed them begin to get antsy and rubberneck to see why they'd pulled over. The four guards continued to talk amongst themselves for a few more seconds before finally deciding to send someone out to check on the girls. "I'll go," Steve quickly offered. "No...let's send Donny," Corliss joked from behind the wheel. "No...Steve...you go," Dwayne said in a measured, fatherly tone. "See if they need any help." "What the fuck's going on up there?" one of the captives piped up from the back. "SHUT UP," Corliss snapped on cue. "We just pulled over for a second to see if someone needs some help...we'll be back on the road in a second." The three guards remaining on the bus then turned their gaze out the large front window and watched as Steve approached the disabled sports car. "You girls need some help?" Steve leaned down towards the driver's side window and asked, noting each of the girls fidgeted when they initially saw him and his uniform. "...Oh...I'm not a cop...my name is Steve...I work for the state," he quickly interjected, trying to put the ladies at ease even though he thought it might be a little too soon to tell them he was a prison guard with a bus full of inmates parked several feet away. Almost immediately Steve caught a whiff of marijuana coming from inside the car, but he didn't let on. "We broke down about a half hour ago and none of us have cellphones that are working out here," Renee looked up at the man at the window and explained, a twinge of vulnerability and unease clear in her voice. Steve surveyed the four girls' faces, trying to earn their trust. "Our radio on the bus works...but technically we aren't supposed to stop for any reason," he offered. "There is a little town at the next exit about 10 miles up...there's a garage up there with a tow truck. That might be your best bet." All four girls returned Steve's gaze, having no other option but to trust him stuck there in the middle of nowhere, each unaware of the other three guards leering on from the bus behind them. It was then that Alisha sensed that Steve had noticed a couple of discarded blunts in the floorboard as the unmistakable smell of pot wafted freely through the opened window. "Please don't call the cops," she begged from the passenger seat. "God...don't worry," he said reassuringly, catalouging to memory the pile of beer bottles sitting in the ditch as he approached the car a few seconds earlier. "Bet those empties belonged to you to," he correctly guessed. Each of the girls cringed and slumped somewhat in their seat. "If we're gonna get you up to the next exit, we better get a move on. If a state trooper hasn't come by yet, it wont be long...They will stop at every disabled vehicle and I sure wouldn't want him to stop and see everything I'm seeing," Steve scolded with warm kindness. "You don't think there's any way of fixing what's wrong with the car here?" Emily asked from the back. "You can pop the hood if you want...I'd be more than happy to look. I'm not a mechanic and we don't have any tools on board...truth is the way that steam is coming out, you've probably got a coolant system leak somewhere...maybe a busted hose and you'll blow the engine up trying to limp it any further up the highway. Hate to see that happen to such a nice car," he cautioned. Steve watched as each of the girls tensed then deflated from his assessment and he stole a quick glance up to his co-workers watching and gave them a subtle nod. The doors of the Jaguar slowly began to open and each of the girls stepped out into the already sweltering midday heat. "Make sure you'll have your purses and anything valuable...thieves will pick you clean like buzzards around here before you can blink," the middle aged prison guard warned before shepherding the girls towards the bus, knowing deep down inside they didn't have a clue just what they were about to walk into. "One more thing," Steve added calmly, stopping the girls in their tracks. "In case none of you have noticed yet, this is a South Carolina state prison bus. We've got four inmates onboard coming back from a cleanup job this morning. None of them are violent offenders and I have three other guards with me. Trust me...you wont even know they are there. Are you OK with that?" "...Uh...I don't ...know," Laura started to mumble before Alisha defiantly overrode her. "HELL NO THAT'S NOT ALRIGHT," the fiery redhead said, her voice plain over the rush of automobiles rushing by as the other three girls stood there dumbfounded. "Are you sure you just cant radio the tow truck to come out here?" Renee wondered. "Not without headquarters knowing we pulled over to stop...the second they hear we're stopped where we shouldn't be they'd have every trooper in the area bearing down on this spot." Steve sighed, leaving the ball squarely in the girls' court. All four girls seemed to wince in their own special way as they stood in the shadow of the beat up, yellow and black bus, each of them with harrowing visions of the monsters waiting inside. "A couple of us could just walk and the other two could wait behind," Laura spoke up, still fighting off the effects of her hangover. The other three girls stared aimlessly up the highway imaging just how much fun that would be in the early spring southern humidity. "The exhaust fumes would kill us by the time we got up there if a tractor trailer hadn't run us over first," Alisha groused. "Let's just get on the bus...10 minutes and we're up there. What's the worst they can do to us...stare and make a few comments. We get that all the time from the construction workers around campus. Besides...these guys have the guns." "...All...right," Both Emily and Renee seemed to agree, leaving Laura, by far the most prudent and instinctive of the group, to shake her head and roll her sunken eyes. With that, Steve motioned for Corliss to open the bus' door. _____________________________________ For the guards, getting the girls on the bus had, more or less, been about getting a cheap thrill. There were certainly other avenues they could have gone through to get the girls help for their broken down car, but watching each of them apprehensively step up onto the bus, they knew they'd have a story they could tell over their Friday Night poker table for the rest of their lives. For the four Penn State students, it was anything but a cheap thrill. Having their car break down in the middle of nowhere on their way home from Spring Break was unwelcome enough. To then have a bus full of country hick prison guards pull over to help them while they were entrusted with the care of a handful of prisoners completely fucked everything up. Each of the girls' hearts leapt into their throats when the bus' door screeched open, allowing them access inside. Immediately, they all wretched to varying degrees at the heavy smell of sweat and grime. It smelt almost like a male locker room as they fought the unsettling urge to peek back at the inmates sitting in the last two rows of the bus. Instead, each of the girls tried the best they could to make friendly eye contact with the four guards they'd suddenly put their lives in the hands of. Still, it didn't take long for the wail of cat-calls and whistles to erupt from the back of the bus. A litany of "Holy Shit" and "Oh Baby" sizzled out of the inmates' mouths for several seconds as they came to life in their seats before the oldest of the guards, a calm and gentlemanly looking man with the name Dwayne on his nametag, yelled back for the prisoners to pipe down. "We're doing these young ladies a little favor...they've had a slight delay. We're gonna take them up the road a little ways and drop them off at a garage. I'm telling each and every one of you right now...I don't want to hear so much as a peep out of any of you until we get there...understood!" Dwayne said and waited for each of the inmates to begrudgingly nod their head. "Corliss...lets get this thing moving," he told the driver. "Each of you sit up here in front," Dwayne turned to the girls and said. "I grew up with three brothers...nothing they can say I aint already heard," Alisha bragged, trying to put on a brave front even though it was obvious all four girls were in a defensive mode as the bus bounced side to side re-entering the highway. "There goes my brand new Jag," Renee thought to herself looking out the window as they passed her disabled birthday gift, wondering for just a moment if she'd ever see it again. ___________________ So much can change in 10 minutes. Emily sat there helpless on the bus, her eyes tearing up, surrounded by two of her friends, three of the guards in addition to the four whispering and giggling inmates several rows behind her, knowing everything that had happened since they pulled away from Renee's broken down car had been her fault. "This is bullshit," the lean, 5 foot 10 inch auburn haired 21 year old spat, to no response, even though it summed everything up perfectly. When the guards had brought up the marijuana possession and drunk driving several minutes into their trip up the highway, it was Emily who had a scholarship at school to worry about. By far, she had the least affluent parents of all the girls, and after a sub par season on the court and a chilly relationship already with her coach, Emily had serious concerns she would be off the team, if not out of school completely, with a drug arrest on her record. The conversation had started out innocently enough with the guy named Steve, who had come out to their car to offer his help, asked if they'd had a good time over Spring Break. Sometime soon after the driver, Corliss, asked if everything that happened at the beach was like those "Girls Gone Wild" videos. From there it quickly degenerated when several of the guards asked the girls bluntly just how many guys ( and girls) they'd fucked over the past week. Uncomfortable enough with four convicted felons seated behind them, now the four girls had to face the fact that their 'protectors' were as equally depraved, and they were the ones who had the guns. The girls had been so nervous when they'd entered the bus, they hadn't realized Steve had slipped back off and quickly returned to Renee's broken down Jag, finding the bag of pot Alisha had hastily hidden underneath her seat. Feeding Them to the Lions Ch. 01 Their hearts collectively sunk when they watched Steve pull the bag out of his shirt pocket and dangle it there for everyone, including the inmates, to see. _________________________________ Despite her disgust, Emily couldn't help looking out the opposite window of the bus, at Steve as he stood outside with his back to the window. Over the ridgeline, Emily could see the towering highway signs for the fast food places and gas stations at the exit up ahead and she knew she was within dashing distance of civilization. Still, she didn't feel her life was in any danger and to suddenly take off and bolt for freedom might change that, plus it would also leave one or more of her friends behind to face the consequences. So she just sat there and made silent eye contact with Alisha and Laura beside her, each sharing in the understanding of what Renee was doing outside on her knees at the edge of the woodline, behind parked bus. Emily cast a evil eye up to Corliss sitting behind the wheel of the bus, knowing her knew all along about the secluded turnoff he'd driven the bus down which was mainly used by rescue vehicles when need be and couldn't be seen by the normal traffic flow whizzing up the interstate. There was really nowhere for Emily to look. Shutting her eyes would be admitting defeat, looking at any of the guards would make her even more sick to her stomach, maintaining eye contact with her friends would have just made her madder, and she certainly didn't want to even remotely lock eyes with any of the prisoners in the back even though she could clearly hear their occasional grunts and cackles as they stared out the windows at Renee on her knees in the grass, at the feet of one of the guards. All she was really able to focus on was the back Steve's navy blue uniform as he stood just outside the bus. Inevitably, several minutes into collecting Renee's pound of flesh for not calling the cops about the drugs they'd seized, Emily watched as Steve's back tensed and his lower body started to jerk and quiver. When he teetered briefly to the side, Emily was stunned by the brief view she had of Renee's face as she knelt there, her lips stretched wide as she accommodated the guard's thick girth. Her tunnel-like gaze locked only on her friend's face, Emily could see the curly wisps of Steve's pubic hair tickling Renee's cheek as he burrowed forward, flooding the young girl's palate with his seething sperm. A low moan slipped from Emily's mouth when she watched the first traces of the guard's ejaculate bubble free from the corners of Renee's straining lips. "You almost look like you like what you're seeing," the senior guard named Dwayne coolly commented to Emily about her fixed stare out the window. "Fuck you," Alisha snapped with defiant helplessness at the older guard. Emily could see Renee's exposed tits when her friend finally stood back up, a result of Steve pulling her tee-shirt over the back of her head so he could get a clear look at her breasts as she performed fellatio on him. Drifting defeated back in her seat, Emily surveyed the ghostly expressions on Alisha and Laura's faces as they watched Renee step back on the bus, followed closely by Steve who was wryly re-fastening his belt. Scooting over slightly to give Renee a place to sit, Emily felt embarrassed seeing the glistening and smeared residue of the guard's carnal act streaking the edges of Renee's chin and cheekbone. A chorus a howls and giggles streamed from the inmates in the back as Emily subtly reached up with her hand and wiped her friend's pretty face clean. "Let's get goin'," Dwayne told Corliss after everyone had taken their seat. "I need a shower," Emily thought to herself, not only from just how dirty and degraded she and her friends felt, but also embarrassingly from the inexplicable yet unrelenting heat that now pawed at her insides. The girls could feel the bus rumble to a start beneath them, but just as Corliss was about to shift the transmission into reverse to back out of their hiding place, one of the inmates spoke up from the back. A black gentleman, who was seated in the last seat on the right hand side asked Donny, by far the youngest of the guards, if he wanted Corliss to keep the bus parked. The 41 year old, 6 foot 4 inch, 230 pound prisoner named Keenan Webster watched Donny's eyes drop the instant he spoke up. Measuring his words and his tone carefully, Keenan once again asked the bashful young man if he wanted the bus to sit there just a little longer. By then, the other three guards had turned to look at Donny as he sunk deeper into his seat. All four girls couldn't help but look at the 23 year old kid as well and wonder just what this latest development meant. Whatever it was, each of them could sense the mood inside the bus had changed on a dime. Silence enveloped the bus as everyone waited for Keenan to speak again. "Donny...How's that wife of yours doin' with that meth habit of hers?" he asked with mocking concern. Donny's shoulders slumped and he seemed to melt into his seat as his three co-workers stared at him in disgust. One of Keenan's sons had pretty much taken over the day to day running of the small time drug business his Father was in jail for starting. Among his Son's regular customers was Donny's wife Tammy. While Donny had gotten himself clean several years back so he could get a job with the State, his wife had been a heavy user since high school. Donny would have gladly fallen on the sword and taken the rap himself, but he knew his wife, and Mother to his 2 year old son, would be hung out to dry in the process if his dealer decided to ever whisper in a few ears, not to mention ending his own barely started career. Keenan had arranged for Donny to get his wife's meth at a nice cut rate in return for a few friendly amenities inside and looks the other way when Donny was on duty. While it wasn't an uncommon arrangement in prisons, it was one that Donny was openly questioning at that moment, along with a cavalcade of other poor decisions he'd made over the years. "You know...whenever we get back," Keenan spoke clearly, " I can talk to some people who could pull some mighty unpleasant strings for everyone...who knows...I might even tell them what happened between you and those poor little girls today." "Just your word against ours," Donny clumsily countered. "Not when you have four girls and the four of us who can validate every single thing," Keenan quickly shut the young guard up. "Yeah...I don't think they have enough bullets to take us all out here beside the highway," another one of the inmates smirked. "So...how 'bout it," the tenor of Keenan's voice seductively changed as he addressed the guards. "Why don't you share a little bit of the action with us?" A visible ripple of dread scrolled across each of the girls' faces as Keenan's offer registered. The veteran of the group, Dwayne, looked back and forth between the inmates and the four girls before rolling his eyes. He knew when the bus stopped to help them in the first place, the situation was ripe with pitfalls. Not in his wildest dreams however did he imagine it getting this much out of hand. He could throw one of his own, Donny, under the proverbial bus and in the process cast a shadow over everyone working in his department or he could head down the path of self preservation. Reasoning the girls still had the potential marijuana and drunk driving charges hanging over their heads and the smell of their collective vulnerability still fresh in the air, Dwayne looked at each one of them as if to say 'your visit to Carolina aint quite over yet'. "HEY BIGMOUTH," Keenan's voice boomed through the bus, causing everyone to quickly turn towards him, only to see his eyes were locked on the redhead of the group, Alisha. Keenan then nodded his head to the left, to the inmate seated across the aisle, a 31 year old convicted car thief named Rich. Rich Adams, the only Caucasian of the group, looked as shocked as anyone when everyone's gaze slanted towards him. "I owe my Man here Rich a favor or two," Keenan smiled to the group without going into detail. "If you pay him back or me Little Girl, the sooner we can get back on the road," Keenan then grinned up to a speechless Alisha. There was something in Keenan's tone however that insinuated that it was still going to be awhile before the bus pulled out of its hiding place and back on the blacktop. All four guards appeared to be roasting in their seats as they looked back and forth between the girls and the inmates, knowing the girls were now the only way out of the predicament they had created. Rich began to shift anxiously in his seat as he tried to lock gazes with Alisha. "Lucky Bastard's gonna get his dick sucked," another one of the inmates heartily chuckled, causing yet another boulder of guilt to roll through Emily's stomach. "FUCK NO," Alisha loudly spat to a response of hallow silence, her pale, freckled face now reddened with frustration. Looking quickly over to Renee, Alisha's gaze lowered in shame when she saw the cum stains on the side of her friend's face. The reality of their situation hit Alisha hard that the dye had already been cast. If her friend Renee had already gone through with her part of the deal, what moral ground did she have to say 'no'. "Oh...I bet you've sucked plenty of dicks," Keenan bluntly taunted as he measured the blunt resolution on all the girls' faces. "Did it to get a dinner and a night out...maybe to impress a cool guy...hell...did it just because you were drunk and one was there...just look at it this time as a 'get out of jail free' card." Alisha briskly scanned the faces of her three friends and she wasn't empowered by what she saw. There was defeat and detachment in Renee's eyes, bitterness and bile in Emily's and 'deer in headlight' bewilderment in the normally unflappable Laura's. A cross country runner in high school, Alisha turned to look at the bus' open door and she thought just for an instant of making a dash for it. She was sure she could make it, but in a completely unfamiliar area, she had no clue where to go or who she could trust. Besides, she worried what might happen to her three friends if she did make such a bold move. Instead, Alisha bit her lower lip hard and turned away from the door, this time to face down the long aisle that led to the back of the bus. ___________________ It was a very disorientating walk for Alisha. As row after row of empty seated passed behind her, she found it more and more difficult to keep her focus with each passing step. The virile reality of the four male inmates became increasingly acute for Alisha, not only in their size and brooding, hungry gazes but the masculine scent they were giving off from their early morning toil. Woozy, Alisha struggled to keep her balance, and her will, as she encountered the first two inmates; a rather large black man in his late 20's to her left and a boyish looking Hispanic teenager to her right. Keenan, the seeming leader of the group, sat in the rear seat to her left while Rich sat, sneering in anticipation, at the back on the right. Even standing, Alisha's 5'6" 125 pound frame seemed to be dwarfed by the seated inmates. Trying her best not to make eye contact with any of them, Alisha was forced to lower her gaze, but even in that, she nearly gulped when she saw the shackles on each mans' hands and feet. "These men haven't been this close to a woman in God knows how long," Alisha's conscience trembled with a mixture of not only dread, but also a strange carnal curiosity. "You'll have to unzip me," the bushy haired guy named Rich sarcastically snickered, showing Alisha his tethered wrists as he shifted 45 degrees in his seat to face her. The normally boisterous, over the top personality Alisha flew through life with was somehow shattered as she stood stoic between the four leering strangers. "Get down on your knees Little Girl," the heavy set black man behind her whistled into her ear as he edged in closer. A gradual detachment seemed to overtake Alisha, akin to what she imagined an out of body experience might be like as she eased down slowly, placing the right knee of her navy blue workout pants down on the dirty and sticky floor of the bus. Eye level now with Rich's crotch, Alisha was completely unaware that three of the guards had slipped back a few seats, either to insure her security or more likely to satisfy their own lewd fascination. Corliss, the driver, remained in his driver's seat close to the other three girls, watching everything on his overhead mirror. Kneeling now in the aisle, with her peripheral vision Alisha could see Keenan to her left and an undeniable tingle shot down her spine when she saw the way the lap of his jumpsuit was also tented up. Her cheeks now as red as fire, Alisha was thankful the liberating buzz from the pot she'd smoked earlier remained in her system as she reached up and clasped her fingers around the small zipper of Rich's pants. Such a hush had fallen over the entire bus, Alisha's three friends could even hear the sound of the zipper's teeth giving way as she pulled it down. "Take it out," Rich taunted, scooting forward in his seat to position his crotch directly in front of the young girl's face before nodding a quick expression of 'thanks' over to Keenan. Rich's eyes rolled immediately with delight the instant he felt Alisha's small, soft fingers disappear inside his fly and take hold of his bulging root. A husky grunt leapt from his throat when he looked down and saw Alisha fish his manhood all the way out the opening. His shaft standing at attention, at a slightly right degree angle, Rich's breath quickened when Alisha began to rub her index and middle fingers around it. "Sooner I start...the sooner I get it over with," Alisha thought to herself as the inmate's heavy masculine warmth slid smoothly over the pores of her palm. After a few moments of staring at the pulsing girth less than a foot in front of her face however, something primal tripped inside Alisha's brain. Suddenly, with the same eagerness and abandon she normally went through life with, Alisha opened her mouth, leaned forward and took the man's dick down her throat. Gobbling down on it quickly, Alisha created an instant vacuum seal around it before working her entire face up and down on his crotch. Criss-crossing her tongue along the underside of the prisoner's prick, Alisha steadied herself on both knees and fell all the way forward against the seat, causing Rich's entire penis to disappear into her mouth. Invigorated by the way Rich began to squirm and tremble, Alisha sped up her tongue until the older man's knees were swinging side to side, tapping her breasts through her tee-shirt each time he shuddered. Alisha's efforts had grown so intense, everyone on the bus, including her three friends all the way up front, could clearly hear the slurping sounds echoing from the back seat. Emily and Laura's gazes suddenly met, and the two girls who had yet to take the step Renee and Alisha had, somehow mutually understood there time was soon to come. As for Alisha with Rich, it was far from a fair fight. For a man who'd been incarcerated for over six and a half years, who's only sexual release came either by his own hand or by an agreeable cellmate on the down low, Rich simply couldn't handle having a hot and frantic female mouth wrapped around his cock for very long. Less than 90 seconds after Alisha had placed her lips around his throbbing joint, Rich was shooting his cum down her throat. Alisha seemed shocked by the quickness of the inmates trigger. Having grown so accustomed to giving head to drunken frat boys who's sensitivity had been dulled by copious amounts of alcohol, Alisha's crystal blue eyes bulged wildly as Rich's pasty semen oozed out both sides of her gorged lips before dribbling down her chin into several small puddles on the inmates' orange pants. Swallowing the remaining cum on her palate as she slid her mouth off Rich's twitching staff, Alisha managed the fortitude to look straight up at him and took a measure of pride from the gleam of rapture in his dazed eyes. ___________________ Even though Rich had been drained of all energy, it was readily apparent the other three inmates had only grown hungrier watching the college girl on her knees. It wasn't long before each of them turned their gazes towards the front of the bus and the other three girls sitting there. The guards themselves, stuck in the middle of the two glaring factions, sensed the coming storm. Watching how Alisha had given herself so freely to Rich, each of the guards knew the only outcome. It was going to be like feeding the young girls to the lions... End of Part 1 Feeding Them to the Lions Ch. 02 Alisha meekly returned to her seat at the front of the bus and sat down between her three silent friends. Each of them extended a caring hand towards Alisha and consoled her as she sat back down. Turning her gaze first across the aisle towards Renee, Alisha seemed to share a momentary glance of shared experience with her before they both turned to look at Laura and Emily as if knowing what each of them were in store for. "There are two guys sitting back here who are more than a little jealous," Keenan spoke up once Alisha had taken her seat. "This bus ain't movin' until they get their's." All four girls cringed as they stared at the snakebit guards for any hint of support, but none was forthcoming. Quickly they realized once again their only salvation lied in their own hands. A gleam of "We don't need to do this," remained in Laura's defiant pupils, but all that was left in Emily's eyes when she tried to measure her friend's mindset was a fatalistic pout of "We don't have a choice". That outward, tangible expression of submissiveness and helplessness in Emily's eyes belied something much darker and very confusing happening inside her body. Emily's seat seemed to be melting beneath her and a V shaped burn had ignited inside her body, starting at each of her nipples, ripping like a live wire down both sides of her torso and meeting in a sizzling rush deep inside the center of her crotch. Laura was mortified. What was unfolding went against everything she held dear and on top of it, she tortured herself for getting so drunk the night before. Somehow she knew that if she had a clearer head right after the car broke down, she would have been able to make some snap decisions that would have certainly prevented things from unraveling the way they had. Instead, she was sitting there, one of 12 starcrossed souls on a prison bus, hidden from civilization by a thick patch of brushline. Gradually, a sad clarity crept into her heart as the dearth of options became readily apparent. Feeling the weight of everyone's gaze, Laura swallowed hard as she imagined what might come next. Laura was the furthest thing from promiscuous. She hadn't lost her virginity until her freshman year of college and even though she did sleep with one guy during her trip to Daytona, one was far fewer than each of her three friends had. "Hey Lil' Bashful.....," Keenan's voice rang out in the direction of Laura, the head on top of her 5' 3" frame barely visible above the seat. Defiantly, Laura rolled her bloodshot eyes back to face the shackled black man in the rear seat. She had never been one to take much crap from men, it was part of the reason she hadn't had much luck with them over the years, but she simply wasn't wired to suffer fools or play petty games. What she was however was a realist, and even though her head continued to pound from her slowly dissipating hangover, Laura clearly understood the situation she and her friends had found themselves in and just how limited their options were. But there still was a certain disconnect going on for her. Always a stickler for control over her surroundings, Laura couldn't help but feel a gnawing and unfamiliar itch deep inside when she stared back at Keenan and absorbed the strange hold he had over everyone on the bus. "Get back here and let's complete the circle," Keenan said in a calm, level tone. Laura now stewed in the same juices Renee and Alisha had just minutes earlier and she hated it. Her only solace was looking over at Emily and knowing she too was experiencing the exact same sensation. Turning her focus backwards, past the guards, to the inmates gazing up at her like starved vultures, Laura surveyed the two prisoners in the seats in front of Keenan and Rich. One was a rather large black man, both in height and bulk, who appeared to be in his late 30's and who hadn't lost the same maniacal, cockeyed grin he had since the girls walked onto the bus. The other inmate was relatively short, sleepy-eyed Hispanic youth who had barely made a peep since the drama began to unfold. For the first time, Laura found herself openly pondering which one of the jailed men she'd be called on to service. The whole world seemed to turn to static around her as she stood up and walked out into the aisle. Her legs had become numb jelly beneath her as she turned to make the short walk. Out of the corner of her eye however, suddenly Laura's heart warmed when she saw Emily stand up as well and fall in line behind her. If they both were going to do it, at least they were going to do it together. All four guards stood up and backed away, allowing both girls clear passage to the back of the bus, and the painfully aroused men that awaited them. Once she was close enough to everyone in the back, Laura was startled by just how human and real the men appeared sitting there in their restraints. From the instant she'd walked on that bus back at Renee's broken down car and realized who the men in the back were, she had tried her best not to so much as look at them, much less think of them as anything but monsters. Faced with having to stand directly before all four of them, Laura couldn't help but feel tiny in their presence. Looking down at Rich on her right as she scanned her surroundings, Laura eyes quivered seeing his shrunken and satisfied cock still dangling from his opened fly and the pattern of cum smears that dotted his lap from his just completed relations with Alisha. Darting her eyes quickly to the left, Laura briefly made eye contact with Keenan, but as quickly as she could, Laura turned her eyes away from his hawkish, all encompassing glare. Parallel with both the heavy set black guy to her left and the silent Puerto Rican boy, who was just about her age to her right, Laura just stood there absorbing it all. Rocking backwards slightly, Laura rested her shoulders against the much taller Emily's chest as they shared a quick moment of support. "I want the tall one," the strapping black man to the girls' left spoke up a few seconds later. Instantly, Laura felt a strange twinge of jealousy and inadequacy shoot through her system. Even though she was mortified with finding herself in this situation, to have a man speak up and openly say he was picking another woman over her clawed at some primal scar deeply embedded inside her. Laura couldn't help being transported back to all the times as a child not being picked until last for teams in gym class, or having boys she liked ask other girls out instead of her as she got older. The feeling was only heightened by the sensation of claustrophobia trapped on the small bus with the four inmates in front of her and the four guards behind, all hidden under the shade of a thick, daunting wood line. Now knowing her lot, Laura looked down at the Hispanic youngster to her right as he reclined with his back against the window and both feet up on the seat. Reaching back with her left hand, Laura clutched Emily's hand behind her and the two gripped each other in a moment of shared re-assurance before going their separate ways. ________________________ 54 year old Corliss Samuels sat and watched everything play out in the back of the bus on his overhead mirror from the comfort of his driver's seat. A complex swirl of emotions flowed though his gristle ever since they had stopped and picked up the girls. Sitting there watching the short, brown haired girl named Laura take another step towards the Puerto Rican boy in the seat, a rueful gleam lit up his weathered face. Luis Quinonis was barely 20 years old and had been in prison for just over 6 months. Corliss was there the day the 5 foot 7 inch, 160 pound youngster walked through the prison gates for the first time and he remembered openly wondering, along with his fellow guards, just how long such a mousy looking kid could last in such a cruel environment. If anything, Luis was a survivor. From a broken home, he had fallen in with a gang when he was 13 but eventually he learned that loyalty he paid for security would cut both ways. He was arrested with several of his fellow gang members for a series of burglaries in the area, but being the youngest and certainly not the brains of the operation, Luis made an easy fall guy for the ring. During the interrogations, Luis did what he thought he should do, keep his mouth shut, but unfortunately his more wily mates had already rehearsed their story if they ever got caught. They each concisely pinned the bulk of the guilt on Luis. A story the hired public defender didn't really have the will to poke holes through. Knowing that ratting on his friends would be more of a death penalty than anything the criminal justice system could throw at him, Luis wisely decided to just take the fall and do his time. With the increasing abundance of Hispanics in the South Carolina penal system, Luis didn't have a problem finding a support group to keep him safe and the proverbial runt of the litter had it pretty good, all things considered. In fact, of the four inmates sitting on the bus, Corliss knew Luis was the only one of the group still young enough to ever make anything of himself once his time was up. So in that way, Corliss was happy to see little Luis getting to experience some female companionship. On the other hand, Corliss also worried mightily what the poor girl who was approaching him might be in for. His grayish blue eyes staring up at the mirror with cold blooded fascination, Corliss watched Laura, knowing what she'd soon see. Like many of the guards, Corliss took his turn on occasion monitoring the inmates as they showered, just to make sure nothing broke out or got out of hand when men were most vulnerable. It certainly wasn't one of Corliss' more enjoyable parts of the job. Seeing a bunch of wet, hairy asses and flabby tattooed flesh did nothing for him. But from the first day Luis stripped down in the prison shower, a buzz had quickly spread not only through the prison population, but the guards' quarters as well. Like most reasonable sized samples of men, most of the inmates fell on the normal bell curve of endowment. Corliss had witnessed some pretty big ones, some embarrassingly small ones, but most were close to average. From the first day Luis had stripped down and entered the shower however, whispers began spreading quickly across the prison yard about the prodigious, almost cartoonish, gift the slender and slight Puerto Rican boy had been blessed with. Even when limp, Luis' organ hung low and swung like a sausage sized pendulum between his legs. The shaft of it was marbled with a gnarled web of veins that caused most anyone to stop in their tracks the first time they saw it. Wrist thick from it's base all the way to the brownish tan neck, the spongy head of it sat on top, as big as the young boy's balled up fist. Corliss often cringed when he imagined Luis using that thing on an unsuspecting girl and several times he'd joked with his co-workers that maybe it was a good thing Luis was in jail, safely away from the female population of the world. Watching in his mirror as Laura approached Luis, Corliss shook his head wondering how the petite college girl would react when she saw what was waiting inside his pants. ____________________ Laura soon discovered what Corliss, along with the other guards and inmates, had been wondering about. Her senses had been so consumed by everything unfolding around her, Laura hadn't really taken the time to study the young man sprawled out in front of her. If she had, she would have clearly seen the oblong protrusion growing along the inner right thigh of the inmates' loose fitting orange jumpsuit. Anxiousness, arousal and disbelief intertwined themselves inside Luis' body, but as he had learned to do during his difficult upbringing, on the outside he remained cool and aloof. He could feel his head throb as all the blood inside him seemed to rush to his groin. It had been so long without a female's touch, Luis like Rich worried he'd splatter the boiling contents of his lust all himself before the college girl had even got his cock out of his pants. Tightening the grip on the top of the seat, Luis tried to make himself comfortable while at the same time parting his legs enough to give Laura access to his crotch. Goosebumps sizzled quickly across his darkly tanned flesh the instant Laura's body grazed his for the first time. Once she was close enough that Luis' could look down and see the soul in Laura's eyes, he ached to memorize her reaction when she finally saw for herself what he was waiting to give her. Using his left hand that rested in his lap, Luis' smudgy pawed at the erection inside his pants until Laura's sleepy, distant eyes suddenly brimmed with life. Even with his limited sexual experience, Luis' loved the look of first recognition on a girl's face when she got an inkling of what rested between his legs. Lowering his right hand off the top of the seat, Luis brushed it through Laura's hair, the cool chain of his restraints rubbing the side of her cheek and ear each time he petted her. By then his manhood had swollen two thirds the way down his leg and in the baited breath silence surrounding him, Luis swore he could hear Laura's heartbeat quicken as he pulled her down on top of him. "Take it out," Luis looked down and told Laura in his best broken English. Scooting his crotch upwards slightly, everything seemed to happen in slow motion for Luis as the young girl's tiny fingers crept closer to his fly. None of the men watching truly believed it was really happening until they saw the fabric of Luis' prison issue pants part when Laura began to unzip them. Peering over the seat from behind, Rich looked down with an exhausted, evil grin. "Yeah...take it out...you're going to be in for the surprise of your life Little Girl," he mouthed down to Laura before looking up to gauge the reaction of the other inmates and guards looking on. Butterflies danced madly through Luis' body as Laura's weight came to rest on top of him. Looking down at the erect log inside his pants, Luis could see Laura's fingers working under the fabric until her entire hand had disappeared at a crazy angle inside his fly. A gushing sigh sizzled from Luis' lips when he felt her soft fingertips sweep across, then descended down the flesh of his swollen manhood. "You're gonna need to use your whole hand to pull that thing out," Rich taunted from behind, stroking his own cock back to life as he looked down at Laura struggle to free Luis' mighty club. As repulsed as every moral fiber in Laura's conscious being was, a primal fixation had taken over and she couldn't tear her gaze away from the lap of the seated inmate and the way her hand struggled under his pants. Corkscrewing her wrist even further into his unzipped fly, Laura swayed on her knees as she bent down on top of Luis, trying to wrap her fingers, as well as her mind, around what was pulsing against her palm. Luis visibly shuddered and flinched in the seat when he felt Laura's hand extend around his throbbing wand. Despite his blessed endowment, Luis didn't have a lot of direct experience with women. Even though he had fooled around with several of the local Puerto Rican girls he grew up near, once they had discovered his gift and gossiped with their friends, Luis became more of a sideshow novelty with girls wanting to see it rather than actually doing anything with it. As with any guy, Luis appreciated the cache it brought, but even though most of the other guys he knew thought he was scoring all the time, in reality Luis was getting very little direct contact. Once he joined the gang, on several occasions the gang elders would use Luis, and his cock, as one of the initiation rituals for the girls to overcome if they wanted to join the group. Sort of a carnal escapade in front of everybody else to show just how sexually adept and flexible they could be under such extreme circumstances. Even without a wealth of direct penetration experience, Luis did savor those visceral moments when a girl would first come to realize the gift that rested between his legs. Despite his lack of height and staggered lot in life, these were the few times where Luis actually felt like a man in the world. Being able to watch a lily white, rich college girl slip her hand into his pants and pull his cock out was something completely off the charts for him. Focusing intently on every facial tick and eye movement Laura made, Luis knew this would be a memory he'd carry with him for the rest of his life. Luis knew he probably wouldn't get a chance to actually fuck the girl kneeling before him. The situation was too awkward and he knew he'd probably tear the poor girl to shreds if he'd try to rush it. Not that he wouldn't blow his load too quickly anyway as riled up as he already was. He could already feel his cum sloshing inside his heavy balls as Laura's soft, tentative fingers tapped his shaft and Luis prayed she'd be able to get it all the way out before it exploded. By the time Luis looked down and saw the expression of morbid wonder on Laura's face, a drenching wave of adrenaline was burning through his system. A low moan leapt from Luis' chest when he watched Laura struggled to remove his beastlike manhood through the opening of his fly. With it finally freed, Luis' cock stood erect, like a rigid and seething brown pole rising from his groin, with the young girl's tiny pale fingers barely encircling it. "Uh.....Ma...Gawd.....," Laura voice trailed off when she finally saw Luis' unsheathed beast. By then, all the inmates and three of the guards had moved in for a closer look as Luis' cock teemed with life between Laura's fingers. What none of them realized was that the two other girls who remained up front had fallen in behind the assembled group to watch as well. The smell of Luis' masculine scent overwhelmed Laura's senses as she knelt there, her eyes glassy and dazed as she tried to quantify what she held in her hand. The weight of it was tangible and the thing seemed to have a presence of it's own as she caressed it. Without the strength, or want, to resist, when Luis put his hand on the back of her head, she allowed him to push her face down on top of his groin until her lips were flush against his dick. Laura quivered when she felt his cock pulse and jerk with life. She could feel the texture of the labyrinth of veins that crisscrossed under the surface of his stretched penile flesh and within a few seconds, Laura's tongue had slipped from her mouth and she was tracing slow, intricate patterns with it over every inch of his jutting shaft. So intensely focused on the task at hand, Laura had muted out the whispers and sighs of wonderment of the men surrounding her. With her own limited sexual experience, she estimated that Luis' cock was as big as all the other cocks she'd ever been with put together. The head of it felt as big as a racquetball bouncing against the side of her cheek and head as she bathed it completely with her warm saliva. __________________________ Steve stood several feet behind Laura, who was kneeling with her back to him in front of Luis' seat, worshiping the young man's cock. He, Donnie, and Dwayne watched on along with the three other inmates as the petite college junior worked her lips and tongue all over the Puerto Rican inmates' virile girth. Even Winston, who had the tall girl named Emily sitting with him in his seat, couldn't help stealing an occasion glance over at the coupling directly to his left. Even though Steve had his dick sucked raw by Renee a little earlier behind the bus, he could feel his prick re-energized, pressing painfully at the inside of his slacks as he watched Laura try to manage Luis' cock. Steve knew he wasn't the only one either from the way his co-workers shifted their stance every few seconds. Feeding Them to the Lions Ch. 02 The stoic leader of the group, even Dwayne was hypnotized by what he was seeing. "She's got her ass in the air for ya...You ought to get in there and get yourself some too," Steve snickered over to him. "Looks like her plate is full right now," Dwayne replied dryly even though it was clear the thought had entered his mind. "Bet she wouldn't bat an eye if someone pulled her pants down right now," Steve prodded. Dwayne didn't say a word, but a subdued fire of intent rose in his normally sniper calm eyes. Within a few seconds, the leader of the group had stepped forward and straddled his feet to each side of Laura's behind. "Your wife ain't gonna like this," Steve said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "She'll never find out," Dwayne replied, with a mix of comedic timing and dead seriousness. With almost nonchalant calm, Dwayne reached his hands around each side of Laura's waist, digging his thumbs into the elastic band of her workout pants before tugging them down over her hips. All the surrounding men seemed to lean forward in unison to get a good look as the cocksucking college girl's pale white behind came into view. Continuing to lather Luis' cock with her mouth, the only hint Laura even knew someone had pulled down her pants down was the way she swayed it backwards against the warm, rough hands that freely explored her asscheeks. Seizing the moment, Dwayne quickly slid his hands over her hips and spread his fingers wide, kneading the soft flesh of her ass several times before aiming each thumb towards the girl's tightly puckered asshole. "We should get Luis to fuck her back there," Steve joked to the other guys. "It would kill her," Dwayne matter of factly quipped. "But this won't," he then added just before jabbing the tips of each of his thumbs into Laura's rear and wrenching them apart slightly. The young girl's back buckled and her hips jerked several times as the man behind her carefully inserted his digits into her behind. Keeping his left thumb buried inside Laura's ass, Dwayne reached forward with his right, sticking it directly between the kneeling girl's thighs until his arrow shaped hand pierced straight into the buttery slit of her vagina. "UUGGRRHHH," Laura barked when she felt the older man's fingers stab through her liquefied crevice. Taking it all in from below, even though his wrists were shackled, Luis was able to steady his cock with his left hand and rub the side of Laura's head with his right as she tried her best to perform fellatio on him. He could look up and see what the guard was now doing to the college girl's raised crotch and before long Laura's entire body seemed to be injected with a current of high voltage as she tried to devour his throbbing penis. The back of her thighs grinding against the woven material of the guard's work slacks, Laura's breath quickened through her nose as she allowed herself to be sandwiched between the two men. His right hand completely coated now with Laura's sticky arousal, Dwayne used his left to alternately thumb the tiny girl's asshole for a few seconds then smack his palm down hard on her left asscheek. The slapping collision of flesh on flesh echoed through the bus each time Dwayne brought his left hand down and he could feel Laura's vagina bubble and ooze all over his right every time he did. Standing above the young couple in the seat, Dwayne looked down and could see the cosmic expression of joy on Luis' face from the blowjob Laura was giving him, and it was clear from the way his legs and torso twitched that he was on the verge of cumming. Working his fingers in and out of Laura's cunt, even to someone as grizzled as Dwayne, he had a hard time believing this outcome was possible when they had first pulled the bus over to help the stranded girls. Laura's anus seemed to bloom around his embedded left thumb each time he slashed his right hand deeper into the girl's burning vagina until he almost felt like a puppetmaster on top of her. Having probed her quim for several minutes, at a multitude of different angles with his right hand, Dwayne could tell from the way she shuddered every so often where exactly her g-spot was. Keeping up his forceful pace, Dwayne flexed his fingers apart, using his index and middle digits to drill Laura's secret bundle of inner nerve endings while at the same time allowing his ring finger and pinky to scrape vigorously over her raised clitoris. So occupied by the naked and writhing ass in front of him however, Dwayne hadn't noticed that the two girls who had been in the front of the bus had moved back several rows and were now each unrepentedly watching as he and the young inmate sexually ravaged their friend Laura. "...God Damn...," Alisha's normally husky voice left her lips at only a whisper as she stood beside Renee, each leaning forward far enough to get a good look at Laura sprawled across the young Hispanic inmates' lap, with her own pants pulled down, being fondled by one of the guards from behind. Luis managed to look up at just the right instant to see the two girls' reaction to what they were seeing and their fixed, hypnotic stares only caused the cum boiling inside his balls to stir that much more. Both Laura's hands clenched tightly around his fully erect shaft, Luis smiled watching the way Alisha and Renee focused their sorority sister bathing his manhood from tip to base. Luis' young, heated libido could only take so much. It had been so long without a girl's touch down there, the pressure building inside his balls proved to be too much and the reservoir of his stoked lust finally burst. Rocking the back of his head against the window, Luis lurched his buttocks off the seat, pressing Laura's face tight between his hand and groin until several mucusy beads of cum shot straight into the air. The first apexed then landed on the back of Laura's head, the second went astray, splashing against the back of the seat and the third fluttered back down and draped directly across Laura's nose and brow when she looked up to witness the frothy fruit of her labor. Luis' cock convulsed and flared several more times in Laura's hands as she ratcheted her grip up and down on it, seemingly trying to milk every last bit essence from the spitting monster. Dwayne, seeing Luis' violent, pent-up release, increased the speed of his forward assault into Laura's cunt until she was moaning and clawing on top of the young inmate. Pushing his left thumb all the way to the knuckle inside Laura's rectum, Dwayne looked down and watched a wave of ecstatic agony wash across the 21 year old girl's face until her vagina exploded furiously around his slicing hand. "OOOHHHHHHHAAAAAHH OOHHHHHHHHAAAAHHHH," the normally grounded and well mannered young girl squealed. Dwayne's own feet started to tingle standing behind Laura, absorbing her fitful and shrill screams of release. Goosebumps splintered down all 12 spines on the bus as Laura's explosive wails of rapture vibrated through the entire cabin. Tears of quenched joy streamed down the shivering girl's cheek, mixing with the sticky ejaculate that now drizzled along the shaft of Luis' cock. Wiping her tongue up and down the musky staff as she swooned in orgasmic bliss, Laura hurriedly nursed at the salty combination now coating his manhood. Dwayne took his time savoring the feel of Laura's cunt spasming and gushing around his fingers. When he finally did remove them, even he was shocked by the amount of vaginal dew that glistened over his entire shiny hand. Pulling his left thumb free from Laura's rear, the old man's heart skipped a beat watching the way the young girl buckled and quivered from being unplugged. His own cock now painfully obvious poking out the front of his workpants, Dwayne stared down at Luis' slowly deflating beast and the obscene way it tumbled down the side of Laura's plain, pretty face as she rested on his lap. Taking a few steps back towards Steve, Dwayne reached into his pocket, to both adjust his embarrassing erection and to grab a handkerchief to wipe Laura's slippery lust off his hands. Looking down to his left at Emily's long angelic legs extending out the seat where she was sitting beside the burly black inmate named Winston, Dwayne realized the afternoon was far from over. "Looks like she's about to get hers too," Dwayne said to Steve as he wiped the rag between his fingers....... Part 3 to come Feeding Them to the Lions Ch. 03 The first thing Dwayne noticed after his eyes refocused was Winston's right hand buried inside Emily's shorts in the seat to his left. "Who took his cuffs off?" he asked incredulously. Dwayne's question was met with only silence for the moment, the only sound being the brisk, wet squeak of Winston's fingers swimming through the nearly 6 foot tall college girl's crotch. Finally, Steve replied. "I did it a few minutes ago...while you were busy with that other girl in the seat with Luis," he admitted in a low-key whisper. "Winston really seemed to be itching to get inside the girl's pants and she was getting into watching what you'll were doing to her friend...If I didn't undo Winston's cuffs I think he was going to snap the chains on them on his own anyway. Don't worry though....Donnie right there has his shotgun aimed right at him in case he tries anything." Dwayne spun his head to face the youngest of the guards and saw the barrel trained directly on the inmate three seats away. Dwayne also saw the discomfort and unease in Donnie's eyes. "God I hope no one on this bus so much as sneezes.... no telling how many of us that Son of a Bitch might shoot," Dwayne thought to himself. _____________ Of the four inmates, 38 year old Winston Banks had gone the longest without a woman's touch. He'd been in jail for almost 12 years and sat a little over 8 months from his release date. It had been a good while back that Winston had made peace with the fact he wouldn't have sex with a woman until his release, and God help whoever she turned out to be. But as Emily took her seat beside him and the situation continued to spiral out of control, suddenly it dawned on the brawny felon that he might actually get to have a woman before he became a free man. When one of the guards reached down and unlocked his shackles, Winston went for Emily like a lion to a pile of raw meat, quickly slipping his hand inside her pants and squeezing the girl's flaming hot vagina. It had stunned Winston when Steve reached down and unlocked his cuffs. The whole encounter had become so convoluted by then, anything seemed possible. By then, the girl named Laura in the seat to the left had worked Luis' cock out of his pants and was groping and sucking it for all she was worth while the oldest of the guards had taken his place behind her, shoving his fingers into her cunt and ass. Even though Winston's hands were now free to roam over the girl beside him, he still had to worry about the shotgun barrel aimed at his head, and the itchy and inexperienced trigger finger that manned it. Still, in the heat of the moment, the primal desire that had been unleashed inside him outweighed any concern over his well being. The scent, sight and touch of such a ripe and athletic college girl sitting beside him caused Winston's blood to rush to his groin and his already light head swooned even more when his fingers dipped inside Emily's tender, wet pussy. The long-legged and willowy volleyball player parted her knees and pressed them up against the seat in front of her, spreading them wide allowing the 260 pound inmate unfettered access between her thighs as she watched what they did to Laura. Helpless to move, Emily hunched her back tight against the seat and it wasn't long before her free flowing vaginal goo had coated Winston's dark brown hand as she watched Luis' cock explode against her friend's face. Her eyes then flared in their sockets from being so obscenely close when Dwayne sawing hands caused Laura to cum, mere inches away. There was a momentary paralysis of thought for Winston as he allowed Emily's pussy to churn and bristle around his hand. He could have died happy with that feeling against his fingertips, but it finally dawned on him that with his freed hands, he could be the first of the inmates to actually have sex with one of the stranded girls. Scanning his wanton gaze up and down Emily's squirming body, Winston's blood boiled as it rapidly filled his cock. Emily, like the other onlooking girls, was still stunned and silent from the whole ordeal. She sat in the seat watching Laura pull her pants back up and slowly wobble forward to sit down beside Alisha and Renee several rows up, the whole time grinding her own crotch hard against Winston's buried hand. Her sleepy gaze aimed forward, the side of Emily's neck remained exposed too long for Winston to ignore. Within a few moments of being unchained, Winston leaned in and pressed his lips roughly against her neck, the eagerness of his own sexual deprivation evident in his bite. Emily's lean body rose in the seat feeling the black man's mouth latch on to the nape of her neck and she quickly shuffled and shifted to her right, closer to his hulking warmth.. Mashing her thighs together to force Winston's grip deeper inside her, Emily huddled towards his embrace and dug her fingernails into the fabric covering his right shoulder and bicep. Winston wasted no time with pretense. Withdrawing his hand from Emily's steaming crotch, Winston quickly clenched his sticky fingers into a fist around girl's soft panties. Sensing what he was doing, Emily raised up slightly, allowing the older black man to jerk her shorts and underwear away from her loins and down her legs. Within a few seconds, she was completely naked from the waist down and Winston's digits had snugly resumed their position inside her. The seat beneath Emily becoming increasingly slick with her own arousal, Winston spun his middle and index fingers through her steaming pussy until everyone on the bus could hear just how wet between the legs she'd become. Holding her tight in his grip, Winston kissed and bit at Emily's neck, throat and chest as he screwed his fingers deeper into her leaking cunt. "Take my dick out," he lifted his mouth up to Emily's ear and whispered before nibbling too at the soft, reddened cartridge. Her willowy frame now tightly pressed against his ample weight, Emily complied, lowering her hands down to the bulging crotch of Winston's workpants. Rubbing her trembling fingertips over the ridged and pulsing fabric, Emily flinched and sighed in her seat each time the thing inside lurched out at her fumbling fingers. With his zipper finally down, Winston reached out and squeezed the girl's firm breasts through her shirt as she attempted to pull his straining cock free. An icy hot shiver raced up Winston's spine the second he felt Emily's soft fingers caress his fat black wad. Rubbing his left hand through Emily long, auburn hair as she stared down at his lap, Winston gradually pushed her face lower until her left cheek came to rest on top of his meaty thigh. Reaching down with his right hand, Winston helped Emily remove his dick from his pants. Taking the freed erection by its base, Winston wrapped his hand around Emily's and they jacked his throbbing cock in unison as he guided it straight for her parted, droll laced lips. Winston's Adam's apple flexed several times as he rocked his head back feeling Emily's lips close around his rigid, slightly bent staff. All three of his fellow inmates were now intently looking on as the pretty college girl's face disappeared between his legs and when he finally managed to look up, not only could Winston see the guards watching, but a hearty gleam sparkled in his dark eyes seeing the way the other girls stared back at their friend's head bobbing up and down on his lap. "Ho..ly......Shhhhit," Winston's chuckling groan of pleasure echoed through the bus, his head buzzing wildly as Emily worked her mouth up and down on his ample shaft. "I'm gonna cum and cum quick.....and I'll probably choke her all up when I do," Winston told himself as he savored the softness of Emily's hair intertwined around his large, steadying hand. Naked from the waist down except for her tennis shoes, the wet sound of Emily's thighs pressing together was clear to everyone surrounding her as she bent down in Winston's lap. "Fuck the Slut while you got the chance," Winston heard Keenan, the conscience of the group, tell him from behind. Emily's cocksucking pace only quickened as the verbal crudeness of the men surrounding her rained down, but it wasn't until Winston wrapped his hand under her throat and slowly pulled her mouth off his spit-shined manhood that she understood that he planned on shooting his thick and boiling seed, not in her belly as her other three friends had done, but deep inside her famished womb. Working his left hand down Emily's back until he could feel the soft flesh of her bare behind, Winston gradually peeled her away from the seat. His slick and rigid dick protruding imposingly from his unzipped fly, Winston steadied Emily with his left arm before reaching around her with his right. In one clean jerk, Winston scooped the nearly six foot tall volleyball player off the seat and spun her 180 degrees around until she was perched, legs straddled, facing him on his lap. Whistles and catcalls cascaded through the back of the bus but Emily was too busy trying to gain her bearings as she sat on top of the burly black inmate to hear. Looking down, she could clearly see the look of seething lust in the older man's eyes as he held her tightly by the hips. Her naked rear rubbing across the fabric of Winston's prison issue pants, Emily allowed her gaze to drift even lower until she was looking down at his thick, jutting black cock rising halfway up the length of her belly. Emily had no time to contemplate just how she was going to take such a challenging girth inside her when Winston's hands clamped down on her waist and lifted her into the air once again, this time pulling her a few inches forward before dropping her naked and dripping cunt straight down on the bulging club of his manhood. "UUH...UHHH..UUHH...OOHHHHHH," the Amazonish college girl shuddered as Winston's dick stabbed deep into her molten vaginal sheath. Letting his hands go from Emily's waist, Winston allowed her entire weight to come to rest on his lap causing his dick to disappear completely into her clenched and squeezing cunt. Quickly raising his freed hands up to Emily's chest, Winston pawed and kneaded at her firm breasts through her tee-shirt as she straddled him. "Fuck me Baby..come on and fuck me Bitch," the inmate snarled, his eyes mere inches from her's as all the accumulated lust from his years in jail bleed free. Emily's vaginal muscles reacted wildly to Winston's penetration, welcoming the invader with every ounce of strength she had as she pulled him deeper inside her. "OHH..GOD...OHHH..GOD..OHHH...GOOOODDDD," the young girl squealed as she cowered in Winston's embrace, able now to see through her squinted eyes over Winston's head the two men seated in the bus' back seats and the way they openly, and wantonly, watched her as she furiously humped their fellow inmate. ____________________ Keenan stared deep into Emily's rolling eyes as she writhed on top of Winston's lap. His hands still cuffed together, Keenan rubbed at his erection through his pants with his palms as the college girl's shrill cries burned the ears of everyone on the bus. Keenan could have gleefully watched Emily's facial contortions for an eternity, but as he fondled his bulging erection, something much more deprived was gnawing inside. He had already watched as two of the guards, Rich, Luis and now Winston got their's and now the wheels inside Keenan's mind began to turn contemplating just how he'd go about getting his. With the tallest and most athletic of the girls getting thoroughly plowed directly in front of him, Keenan's gaze somehow drifted behind Emily's grinding torso to her three friends watching from several seats up. He felt his cock surge even more between his legs as he locked eyes with Renee. It was her well-polished and modelesque looks that had initially caught Keenan's attention the second she'd stepped on the bus back at her broken down car. Steadily pawing at his dick through his jumpsuit, Keenan found himself fixating on every subtle movement of Renee's eyes and face as she, along with her two other friends, stared back at Emily thrust and quiver on top of Winston. Gradually, a visual image began to develop in Keenan's mind of how he wanted the entire carnal circus to end. Safe in the knowledge he was still pulling all the strings, Keenan was able to turn his complete attention back to Emily and Winston in the seat in front of him and the animalistic lust they were unleashing on each other. ____________________ Emily had been with her fair share of men since she went away to college. Not as many as some of her friends, but still enough to keep her occupied. While she never really had the time for a steady boyfriend between her class load and volleyball commitments, she wasn't adverse to the routine weekend hook-up. Finding men that were comfortable enough approaching her was another story however. Due to her height and athletic prowess, she often found it a challenge getting guys to approach her. While many were quite enamored with her from afar, it took a fair amount of liquid courage for any of them to make a move. Even the cocksure and well built football players around campus shied away from girls like her, gravitating more towards the shorter and perkier, cheerleading types. The times she did wind up having sex with a guy, it was often times awkward. Partially because most of the time both individuals were drunk, and with all of Emily's long arms and legs, not to mention her solid athletic build, most men just had difficulty handling her in bed. Often she found herself having to be the aggressor, and that just wasn't a role she was hardwired to be comfortable with. Straddled across Winston's lap however, with her wet and fiery cunt gouged deep by his wonderful cock, Emily had somehow found her proper place. The inmate was several inches taller and easily outweighed her by 80 pounds and each time he plowed forward, she could feel her teeth rattle as he drilled her to the very core. Whether it was Winston's uncaged lust or simply his natural sexual aggressiveness, never before had Emily been so manhandled during sex. Her own powerful thighs burning madly each time he bucked upwards, Emily careened against the seat behind her as Winston punched his manhood repeatedly into her gooey quim. Wrapping both hands tight around the back of his neck, Emily held on for dear life as she gave herself completely to the hulking black man. "AAAHH..GGRRRR...GGRRAAHHHH," Emily's voice spiraled from her throat each time she crashed her cunt down on Winston's jock, the side of her head now resting on top of his as her long soft hair draped acorss his sweaty face. "Fuck me..please..fuck me," she begged into his ear. The wet sound of their genitals slapping together filled the bus as everyone else strained watch. Keeping his right hand tightly clasped across Emily's chest, roughly massaging her breasts as he fucked her, Winston cradled his left hand behind her. Extending his middle finger, Winston slid it down the crevice of the college girl's firm and athletic ass until the tip of it pierced inside her virgin asshole. "OOHHH..GGAWWWDDD," Emily blindly cooed against Winston's cheek when she felt the initial invasion, knowing exactly what he was about to do. Grasping her hands even tighter around Winston's back, Emily carefully worked her rear end backwards against the older man's rigid finger until she had sat down on it all the way to the second knuckle. "Now I'm gonna fuck you, you white Bitch," Winston spat, his thrusting arc intensifying violently until everyone else on the bus sat frozen in their seats watching as he sexually enveloped the writhing young girl. Her asshole and cunt securely plugged, all Emily could do was hold on for dear life as Winston savagly showed her no mercy. "OOOOHHHHH.......GGAAAHHHHHHDDDD...YYEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," Emily soon cried out in orgasmic submission, her entire six foot frame wrenching on top of Winston as she screamed like a baby in his arms. Sawing his finger and dick relentlessly inside Emily's two orifices, Winston refused to slow his assault until his own milky white and boiling cum was shooting deep into the young girl's crying womb. ____________________ Keenan sat stone still staring forward at the horrific look of gratification on Emily's pretty face as she continued to lurch and quiver on top of Winston's lap. Keenan could still hear the messy friction of their genitals slapping together, and the painfully aroused serpent in his pants only strained harder to be freed as he watched the angelic anguish sweep through the girl in front of him. It wasn't until Winston removed his finger from her ass that Emily's eyes shot open and rolled with life inside their sockets. A few seconds later, a squishing report swept through the bus when she managed to raise up crotch up and pull her screaming cunt loose from Winston's manhood. Keenan had an up close look at Emily's battered vagina. It was lathered red and raw with several juicy and thick strands of his fellow inmate's jism hanging from Emily's puffy vaginal lips. He could look over the top of the seat and see the way the young girl's knees wobbled as she tried to balance herself over top of the man that had just fucked her senseless. "Damn that pussy is wrecked," Keenan heard Rich say from the side when he was able to lean far enough over and see the damage Winston had wrought. Unable to stand, Emily quickly crumpled in a heap and came to rest in the seat between Winston and the window. Knowing everything had played out now with all the other inmates, Keenan knew it was now his turn. Wasting no time, he shot his gaze back up to Renee sitting several rows up. raised his voice and told her to get up and come back to his seat. Renee had no reason to go. She'd put her dirty deed in with one of the guards nearly an hour earlier. The residual taste of semen still in her mouth was proof of that. She, along with her three friends, had gone above and beyond any sense of decency in giving every man on the bus what they wanted. Still, Renee could feel the heat of all the gazes of her friends, the guards and the other three inmates on her as Keenan addressed her. Something completely foreign was stirring inside her body however and Renee felt helpless to tear her eyes away from Keenan as he told her for a second time to stand up and walk back to him. What Renee had done on her knees, outside the bus, a little earlier with one of the prison guards had been a conscious choice, born out of self preservation. What was making her stand up now and put one foot in front of the other was something far less definable. Within a few steps, Renee was even with the seat where Emily had collapsed beside Winston. She couldn't help but look down and instantly a shockwave trembled through her system when she saw the mucusy mess covering her sorority sister's just gored vagina. Her tongue feeling like an anvil in her mouth, Renee remained speechless as she stared down and within a few seconds her attention drifted to Winston's half erect penis as it dangled from his fly and the greasy white residue coating it from his and Emily's shared release. I took everything she had, but Renee was somehow able to pull her eyes away from the pair in the seat and turn her attention back to Keenan who was sitting there glaring at her. Just as she was about to take another step towards him however, he told her to stop and stay right where she was. "Don't move," Keenan said, his voice dripping with syrupy calm. "You looked like you really liked what you saw in the seat right there," Keenan nodded up to Emily and Winston directly in front of him, allowing his words to hang in the air until Renee eventually dropped her eyes and turned them back to the couple beside her. Feeding Them to the Lions Ch. 03 Keenan's arousal had grown so intense, he found it increasingly difficult to focus and he had to fight hard not to cum before he got his shot at the beautiful, olive skinned coed. Staring deep into Renee's eyes however, Keenan still saw a dumbstruck willingness to do anything he told her. Leaning forward in his seat, he looked down between Winston and Emily and told the half-naked girl to sit all the way back against the window and spread her legs out across Winston's lap. Thoroughly plowed and exhausted, despite the fact that she was a prime of life scholarship athlete, Emily still struggled to move her sore muscles. Inching back into the position Keenan had instructed, everyone on the bus waited with baited breath to see what he had in mind. Renee remained standing in the aisle, her gaze glassy and still as she watched Emily's long lean legs spread across the man below, revealing her glazed cunt in full, spasming bloom. "Your mouth's watering..I can see it from here," Keenan said gently to Renee, his eyes burning a hole in her numb conscience. "Why don't you get down on your knees and help your friend clean herself up?" Renee's nipples had hardened and pressed like two fat acorns through the front of her tee-shirt as she stared at the lurid carnage between Emily's legs. Even though the two girls couldn't bring themselves to look at each other yet, it was clear they both knew what was about to happen. Emily's entire groin continued to buzz from the vicious assault she'd just endured and all she could do was lay there draped across Winston, swooning as he massaged her bare inner thigh with his strong right hand. Winston soon stopped and went silent, along with everyone else on the bus, when he saw Renee drop down to one knee beside the seat. Easing his hand away from Emily's crotch, Winston opened a clear path between Renee's face and her friend's waiting cunt. Extending his left hand behind Renee's head, Winston cupped it around the kneeling girl's neck and then used his right to rub invitingly through the folds of Emily's plastered quim. Emily flinched and trembled each time Winston gouged his fingers through her stretched and pouty vaginal lips and her hips raised instinctively off his lap when Renee's face descended ever closer to her sex. "God Damn...the Bitch is really gonna do it," Keenan heard Rich say from the side as he watched from the perfect vantage point to see Renee's head disappear between Emily's parted thighs. ____________________ Renee had taken part in a couple of, mainly drunken, Sapphic encounters going back to her teenage years. All the couplings had been serendipitous get-togethers with strangers at parties or on vacation. Never before had she made that splash with anyone she knew or even saw on a regular basis, much less with a close friend like Emily. From those lesbian encounters, Renee knew just what the up-close aroma of a woman's arousal smelt like. From her extensive experience with men, she also knew well the scent of male ejaculate. But as she knelt there on the floor, her face directly in front of Emily's gaping pussy, it was the first time Renee had actually smelt both distinctive scents at the same time. Each of Emily's lower legs now draped over her shoulders, Renee leaned forward the final few inches and pressed her lips against her friend's warm and tender genital flesh. The soft, pliable tip of Renee's tongue caused Emily to cry out loud the instant it collided with her vagina. Squirming and sliding sideways on top of Winston's lap as her sorority sister worked her mouth deeper into her crotch, Emily rocked her head side to side as Renee lapped her tongue first around the outer edges of her ripe vulva, before condensing the cleansing circular patterns into the mire of Winston's salty seminal residue that covered the opening of her flared slit. The deeper Renee pushed her tongue inside Emily, the more Winston's cock seemed to inflate back to life until it was once again standing like a slab of chiseled onyx, right beside the kneeling girl's angelic face. Reaching up with his left hand, Winston caressed his heavy, cum-glazed girth and began slapping it against Renee's cheek in a not so subtle hint until she unglued her mouth from Emily's quim and hungrily engulfed his brooding erection. Back and forth Renee went between sucking the cum smeared length of Winston's cock and eradicating his deeply embedded seed from Emily's womb. When her mouth was pressed against her friend's snatch, Renee would jack Winston's rock hard cock with her right hand, and when she closed her mouth back around it, she would dart her fingers back inside Emily's sex to sweep out even more of her and Winston's mingled lust. "I gotta get mine before its too late," Keenan said to himself as he looked down at the unbridled eagerness that Renee conducted her chore. All the guys assembled around the threesome in the seat let out a brief groan of disappointment when they saw Keenan lean over and tell Renee to get up. It took Renee more than a few seconds to comply. The pace she had created servicing Winston and Emily's aroused genitals showed just how content and in her element she was there on the floor. Still, there was a unrepentant itch that was now burning like hot coals between her legs as she knelt there and Renee knew Keenan was the only one that could put it out. Renee finally pulled her face free from Emily's cunt and allowed Winston's cock to slip from her hand. Everyone around her could see the slick sheen that now dampened her entire face as she tried to stand back up. Immediately, all the blood rushed from Renee's skull and she had to fight a brief urge to pass out before she finally re-gained her bearings. Holding on tightly to the back of the seat beside her, Renee looked down at Emily and the way she balled herself up on Winston's lap as the two lovers turned slightly so they too could see what was about to happen in the seat behind them. When she turned to face Keenan, once again Renee found herself feeling extremely small and vulnerable under the weight of his lurid, lustful gaze. Oblivious to the other two inmates to her right, Renee took another step closer to Keenan until she was standing directly above him. So close to him now, Renee's spine tingled as she surveyed his hardened and distinctive facial features. She found herself cringing uncomfortably wondering just what those eyes, that were now staring holes in her, had seen over the years and just how the each of his numerous facial scars came to be. When she looked down and saw his hands and feet each in their restraints, Renee understood on a base level just what the man in the seat was capable of. When she finally did muster the courage to stare down at the Keenan's lap, Renee's entire body reacted seeing how his erection pushed upwards like a balled up and angry fist inside his loose fitting pants. "Keep lookin' at it, Girl," Keenan taunted, seeing the way she skittishly stared at his crotch. "It wont be long until its buried all the way up inside you!" Fighting the chains that held his extremities in place, Keenan thought for a moment of yelling up to one of the guards to come back and free him the way they'd done for Winston earlier. Taking a look at the way Renee stood there staring down at the bulging erection straining the inside of his pants however, he decided not to waste anymore time. "Take off your clothes...all of them," Keenan bluntly told Renee. Continuing to stroke his cock through his jumpsuit, Keenan watched, along with everyone else, as Renee took the bottom of her tee-shirt into her hands and raised it all the way up over her head. A collective sigh rippled from every male mouth who could see when she dropped her shirt to the floor. "Now the bra," Keenan quickly prodded, his dick now jumping between his legs as the college girl reached up and unsnapped the front of her beige bra, allowing her perfectly tanned breasts to spill free from their lace cups. Every dick on the bus was hard by the time Renee bent her sculpted body forward and pulled down her shorts. It was immediately clear to everyone she'd decided not to wear panties for the drive home that morning. Her bare ass and Brazilian waxed crotch revealed, it was obvious Renee had found some time during spring break to get an all over tan. "Damn.....not a fucking tanline anywhere," Winston said from the seat in front, surveying his gaze over every inch of Renee's naked body as Emily remained curled up contentedly on his lap. Nudging himself closer to the edge of the seat to get as close to Renee as possible, Keenan spread his feet the best he could in his shackles and told the young girl to reach down and unzip his fly. The longer he sat there with her disrobed in front of him, the more Keenan could smell the arousal dripping from her body. When she finally leaned down over him to reach for his zipper, Keenan got an unfettered view of the shiny dew that glistened off the puffy, blood gorged lips of her vagina. "God Damn that's gonna feel real good slamming my dick into," Keenan bristled, his face now less than six inches from the baby soft and smooth V of Renee's crotch as she fumbled to undo his fly. Her firm, flawless tits bouncing deliciously in front of his eyes, Renee worked her fingers inside Keenan's pants and wrapped them around his painfully erect dick until his sexual deprivation boiled over. Opening his mouth wide, Keenan took a gluttonous bite of Renee's right breast, swirling his tongue rapidly around the soft tissue until he could feel her nipple press like a marble against the roof of his mouth. His groin burning with energy from the rough and wanton way Renee jacked his cock with her right hand, Keenan removed his lips from her tit then quickly buried them a little lower, directly into the mushy and slick fissure of her cunt. It was the first taste of a woman he'd had in over a decade and he wasn't about to let it go. Her voice gushing from her lungs each time Keenan injected another mouthful of her tangy vaginal stew, Renee tettered on the verge of collapse as the older black inmate chewed hungrily at her pussy. His dick felt like hot steel in her hand as she struggled to pump it, her coordination sorely deteriorating each time he stabbed his tongue deeper into her oily snatch. Peeling his mouth away from Renee's pubic buffet to take a breath, Keenan looked down at the contrast of her golden tanned hand wrapped around his jet black cock and he knew he'd paint the ceiling of the bus with his cum if he allowed her to fondle him much longer. Determined to sew his seed deep inside the young girl's womb, Keenan nudged Renee to stand back up as electricity coursed through his veins. Her lurid juices staining his face, Keenan's cock remained pointed at the sky after Renee let it go. "Spread your legs and sit down on top of me," he told her, positioning himself the best he could under the circumstances to allow Renee to sit down on top of him. There was an exquisite frustration for Keenan watching Renee lift her left leg into the air and drape it across his lap until she was straddled awkwardly over him. As spectacular as the sight of her smoothly shaved pussy preparing to impale itself on his raised cock looked, Keenan struggled with the cuffs on his wrists, aching to rub his hands over every inch of the naked girl's body. In an attempt to get Renee as close to him as possible, Keenan raised his arms high into the air and extended his hands all the way out. Once he had encircled her head with his shackled hands, Keenan brought them down behind her back and locked them in place at the base of her spine, in effect pressing Renee's torso tight against his as the head of his dick stabbed upwards at her bare behind. Face to face now with Keenan, Renee blindly pumped her ass up and down until the fat head of his cock found its way between her molten slit. Pounding her groin straight down once she felt him inside her, Renee's entire body heaved and she cried out as the black inmates' manhood punched through. The sheer fact that he had a woman, any woman, riding his jock with her breasts pressed against his chest after so long behind bars was pure nirvana for Keenan. Having her be a hard bodied college girl with a flaming hot cooch was nearly too much for him to take. He was shocked by just how much he'd forgotten how good it felt to have a woman's tight cunt choking his cock. All he could do was sit there numb for several seconds absorbing the visceral joy Renee was providing until he felt his own fuse start to burn towards its inevitable end. With the fierce and fervent way she was slamming her pussy down on top of him, Keenan met the primal call to answer every thrust of Renee's with one twice as hard of his own. His cuffed wrists anchored at the base of her back, Keenan held the girl tight between his arms, her breasts bouncing wildly against is chest as he began pumping his hips savagely off the seat. The two mismatched lovers grunted loudly, their faces barely an inch apart as their genitals seemed to twist into a thrashing knot. Everyone on the bus swore they could feel it swaying slightly underneath them from the brute force of Keenan and Renee's bodies crashing together. Their sweaty foreheads pressing together and their eyes locked on each other's, Renee and Keenan gradually worked out a rhythmic give and take in the sweltering South Carolina heat enveloping the parked bus. What neither of them couldn't see, but could sure feel, was how both Winston and Emily had knelt up in the seat in front and had each placed a hand on one of Renee's shoulders, forcing her up and down with even more velocity on top of Keenan. Writhing like mad with clenched teeth and a tortured face, Renee felt her vagina being stretched to proportions she never thought possible as she repeatedly slammed her dripping sex down on top of him. Kissing his face tenderly as he ruthlessly fucked her, Renee felt herself going dizzy and weightless as her body began bucking seemingly on its own. Swinging her head back and yelping to the ceiling, Renee felt her orgasm hit like a wrecking ball slamming into her synapses. Winston and Emily's grip on her shoulders only tightened as she began to tremble and cry on top of Keenan, her head now bouncing like a rubbery marionette on her shoulders. Looking back, all she could see was a hazy outline of her friend Emily and the heavyset inmate beside her in the seat as she neared blacking out. Just as she was about to collapse and pass out on top of Keenan, Renee felt him begin to cum. Within seconds it felt as if his spraying cock had painted every ripple and fold of her burning womb. Renee's thighs screamed as she knelt across Keenan's lap, her knees now pressing hard into the bus' cheap vinyl seats to each side of the seated inmate. Icy hot slivers of electricity exploded through every membrane of Renee's body as she rocked on top of Keenan, her rubbery, raw and throbbing sex still speared securely on his cock as he spewed years worth of pent-up lust deep into her most secret of places. She could also feel Emily and Winston's grip tighten on her shoulders as if they were trying to absorb some of the violent energy that was coursing through her body. A few moments later, the blinders of Renee's lust began to erode and she quickly found it difficult to make eye contact with the man she was naked and spread eagle on top of, much less anyone else around her. She could still feel Keenan's cock alive and lurching inside her at the same time his cuffed hands remained locked behind her back. Her adrenaline suddenly sapped, the only thing Renee wanted to do was collapse down on the seat and eventually wake up from the vivid dream she just knew all this had been. As she teetered on top of Keenan however, fighting to catch her breath, all the voices and sounds on the bus gradually began filtering back into Renee's senses, and with it the reality of where she and her three friends actually were. Even with her back turned and the roaring of blood from her orgasm still pounding in her ears, Renee could hear the clasp behind her of the guards re-attaching Winston's cuffs. Right after that, she felt the same guard reach down and grab her by the right arm, helping her off Keenan. Looking down, Renee winced seeing the cum drenched weapon Keenan had used to fuck her with be expelled from her womb. Several thick, gooey strands of his ejaculate continued to cling to Renee's vaginal lips as she lifted her left leg and tried stepping away from the seat. Propped up by the guard who'd gathered up her discarded clothes in his free hand, Renee lowered her gaze once again and allowed him to walk her gently up the aisle to join her three friends at the front of the bus. ____________________ Less than two minutes after Renee had pulled herself off of Keenan's cock and returned to her seat to re-dress herself, the driver had steered to bus back up on the highway and was headed north to drop the girls off at the next exit to get help for their car like they'd originally promised. The four girls looked visibly disheveled but all seemed poised under the circumstances as they exited the bus and started to walk towards the gas station's opened garage doors. None of them said a word or wasted any energy turning to watch the bus amble off the lot and out of their lives forever. Instead, all four stared blankly at each other and the dusty lot below as the hot, mid afternoon sun weighed down on top of them. A few moments later, two greasy men, mechanics at the shop, came walking out to see if the girls needed any help. It didn't take long for them either to smell the vulnerability of the girls as they approached, the same way the eight men on the bus had just over an hour earlier. The two middle aged mechanics turned and shared a quick, sly grin. It was going to be a long afternoon inside the garage. THE END