You try to go

You decide to try and sneak back to your seat. You've had enough of these two and their cockteasing games. You lift yourself off the dirty schoolbus floor and attempt to back yourself down below the metal bus seats, crawling on elbows and knees.

A pointy leather shoe wedged between your bare asscheeks disrupts your progress.

"Planning on going somewhere, Paulie?" Anya asks softly, though coolly. You feel her jamming her foot further forward until she has the toe of the shiny strapover digging into the soft tissue of your dangling scrotum. The button-nosed brunette literally has you by the balls.

The discomfort brings tears to your eyes, but you don't want these malicious vixens to see you cry. You **** them back, and try to move forward, away from the cause of your suffering. Her foot follows.

Kerry chimes in as well.

"Get up here in between Marcy's legs and do as your told, young man!" she coarsely stage-whispers down to you.

Realizing you have ****, you manage to position yourself under the seat so you are kneeling in front of the still-stunned Marcy Buchanan.

"What's going on back there? Why are you two out of your seats?" hollers the driver from his seat at the front.