Two lovers stop to make out in front of her, unaware of her presence

Jessica was still trying to figure out how to get free when she heard giggles. Thinking someone was laughing at her she was just about to call out to them when she heard a voice say,

"Here's good."

"Here? But... but anyone could see..." a girl's voice replied, and she saw two pink high heels at the edge of her vision.

"Nah," the deep male voice said with a laugh, "The city doesn't even bother to patrol this street, and the utility company stopped bothering to replace the smashed bulbs in the streetlights. The only people down this way live on social security checks, and they're probably passed out drunk about now."

Jessica's teeth clenched, her jaw jutted, and she straightened...

"Did you hear something? Sounded like a yelp," the female voice said, coming closer. The man's heavy boots clomped up to the girl in a hurry.

"Nah, nobody's around," he assured her.

Jessica bit her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood as she stifled her groans. Trying to straighten to give them a piece of her mind had reminded her of her situation. The branches had yanked on her hair like they wanted to pull it from her scalp, while the warped wood had bitten into her tits with ferocious glee and the weed that had somehow become embedded in her cunt seemed to work its barbs even deeper into her clit and pussy lining, making her feel like it was pumping poison into her, swelling her the way that insect bites always did. She bit back a groan, her two holes feeling a millimeter's stretch away from permanent damage.

In front of her the two were somehow oblivious to her presence.

"One fuck, one baggy," the guy said, and the girl whined.

"It should be at least two. I'm not some skank, you know."

Jessica snapped up in recognition. Or tried to. She bit her lip even harder to stop herself from screaming as the bush, bench and weed punished her again for daring to move.

"Yeah well, we've worked this out before. One fuck, one baggy," the guy - Spike, she now realized - said to the girl she now knew to be Karen.

"Fine," Karen huffed, sounding annoyed and yet strangely breathy. She couldn't be enjoying the idea, could she?

Jessica found it hard enough to think that the school princess was bartering for ****, let alone fucking the guy voted most likely to be in prison for life.

Karen was blonde, perky, and loved pink. Her daddy was rich and thought she should be exposed to 'real-people', so sent her into the public education system. She never failed to let it be known how horrible it was to be amongst them, how much better and richer she was than all of them. She especially looked down upon Jessica, thinking her some dumb whore. Karen even accused her of of having fake tits!

Jessica squirmed in agitation, her annoyance with the bitch overcoming the pain the movements caused.

"You gonna take your clothes off or what?" Spike asked.

"Here?" God, this is like the trash heap of the city!" Karen objected, her breath speeding up. A moment later a pink thong met the ground, followed by her a pleated, plaid skirt, a bra - pink, check - and her little white top.

"Get down on the ground."

"But it's dirt!"

"Then you'll be right at home, won't you?"

Moaning in distress Jessica saw the slim girl's body lie down amongst the dirt and weeds.

"Not like that. On your knees."

"Not doggystyle!" Karen protested. "That's so... humiliating!"

"You want your baggy, princess?"

Karen nodded, and flipped over in an instant. Jessica could see her pretty face looking up at the big rough-cut boy with the greasy hair. Karen's eyes seemed to shine with need, and Spike unzipped his pants, bent down over her and grabbed her hair so he could wrench her around even more to kiss her. Karen moaned as the man's hands found her tits - smaller than mine, hah! Jessica thought - his fingers pinching the nipples, tugging on them a little as she groaned at the treatment.

God what a bitch, Jessica thought. Getting off like a dog in heat because some asshole sticks his dick in her. What kind of tramp fucks for ****? And here, of all places. How stupid did they have to be to do it in front of Mister Butterly's house too! Didn't they know his big plate-glass front window was right behind her? It would serve the dumb bimbo right if the old man was there like he always was, his ever-present video camera in hand, filming them so he could show the neighborhood. Heck, he'd probably put the thing on-line just to spite them, she thought derisively.

"Alright, princess, you want me to fuck you now?"

"Y-yes, please..." Karen said as he left off kissing. He shoved her face down, and she arched her ass up at him, her beautiful silken blonde hair falling into the dirt.

'hah! I hope your hair gets caught in the bushes too!' Jessica thought vindictively, watching through the curtain of her own stuck hair.

Without removing a stitch of clothing Spike pulled out his dick - an impressively sized member with a stud through the head. Jessica wasn't surprised by the piercing. He was like a pin-cushion, getting new piercings and tattoos seemingly every month. It was probably why he was a ****-dealer in the first place. It wasn't like there were many other jobs that would take someone looking as thuggish, pierced and tattooed as him.

In one thrust Spike's dick sheathed itself in the trembling girl's pussy, making her cry out, but not in pain. He repeated himself, again and again, his hands playing with her tits before taking firm hold of her hips. As he continued to jam himself roughly into her his weight pushed her to the ground, until those firm young tits were pressed into the ground and her ass was the only part of her not in the dirt of Mister Butterly's yard.

Jessica watched contemptuously, knowing the girls cries and groans to be for pleasure, seeing the fingers curling and uncurling as she came closer and closer to orgasm. It surprised her how long it took Spike, how even though he seemed like he was going to cum he stopped for a moment to yank her up by the hair, kissing her sloppily while he tugged on her tits. Then he went back to fucking her, slowly at first and then picking up speed.

Karen seemed to have caught up to his arousal, and as he pounded into her she cried out louder, pushing her own face into the dirt to muffle the sounds until at long last they stiffened, Karen first and a few seconds later Spike, and they cried out together in orgasm, bodies twitching in release, pushing against each other as if to merge even more of themselves together.

Spike sank to his knees, grabbed her waist and eased her up until she could twist around and look at him with bright eyes and parted lips. With a smile he brushed some dirt from her face, leaned in and kissed her in a way Jessica would have thought tender if she could bring herself to believe he was capable of it. He'd always looked at her with contempt, something he had in common with Karen.

For a long time they just kissed, Spike hugging her to him before his hands started brushing dirt from her body. They lingered at her tits, brushing them more than they needed, softly moving back and forth until Karen moaned.

"Want a second baggy?" he asked her hoarsely, and she nodded eagerly. "Give me a blowjob."

"A blowjob!" she exclaimed as if offended. "A baggy's worth at least a fuck!"

Jessica rolled her eyes. Stupid bitch, getting a discount and she's complaining?

Spike smirked down at her. "Yeah, a blow job. I want to fuck that dirty mouth of yours and smear that pink lipstick."

Karen huffed and glared, but let him pull her around so she was on her knees as he stood up.

"Gross, you've got sperm and pussy juice all over you," Karen groused, eying the slick beast in front of her.

Spike grinned down at her. "Yeah, and you're gonna suck it like you're that dumb slut that lives down the road."

"Who?"

"Jessica," Spike said, making Jessica jump as she thought they'd seen her. A wave of pain went through her body as she convulsed, fighting to stop her body's movement even though it hurt. It felt like that thing spearing her nipple had popped through, that her clit had doubled in size, and her tits hurt like she had insects crawling all over them and biting them.

Karen glared up at Spike, oblivious to the rustling of the bush off to her side. "I am nothing like that stupid bitch."

"Oh no, not at all, you don't fuck and suck so you can get something other than pleasure out of it," Spike taunted her, swinging a baggy in front of her before dropping it between her thighs. "For services rendered. Now if you want another start sucking."

Karen's fingers touched the bag that sat perfectly placed for a drop of cum to land on it. Narrowing her eyes she reached up.

"Ow, not so hard, bitch. Those balls are precious!"

Karen smirked, and another pained sound came from him, yet his hands didn't fight her off. Karen continued to **** him balls and prick, then brought her hands, slick with the juices coating Spike's dick, to her mouth, and licked them like she was a cat.

"Mmm, I taste good. Maybe I should become a lesbian, leave you brutish men behind to fuck each other."

Spike snorted, reached out and grabbed her hair. "A slut like you wouldn't last a week without dick," he growled.

"Slut?" she sounded affronted, but further arguments were turned into gurgles as he impaled her mouth with his dick.

"Damn, you're just like that girl, except for the fake tits," Spike taunted. "A cock-hungry slut so horny she'd suck off a near-stranger in public. Anyone could walk on by and see you, Princess, sucking off the neighborhood ****- dealer. I bet your dad would be proud of - ow ow ow! Bitch!" he cried out as she curled a hand around his balls and squeezed. He grabbed her hair and jammed himself balls-deep into her mouth, bringing **** noises from her.

Rather than fight she just clenched her hands around his balls, squeezing and releasing, over and over as her other hand fumbled for the baggy between her thighs, bringing it up to her leaking pussy and pushing it in. Her fingers fucked the baggy in and out of her juicy slit, and as Spike used her face like a masturbation toy she moaned, fingers becoming blur as they jammed themselves deeper inside with each thrust.

Finally she cried out around his dick and came, her body spasming. As if on cue Spike jammed his dick into her throat, cutting off her breathing as he spurted jet after jet of cum down her throat. Her cries continued, her squirming becoming more pronounced, until at last he pulled back, letting her breath.

"Brute," she gasped, still spasming a little.

"Slut," he gasped back as she put her lips back on his dick to suck out the last dregs of sperm.

"Give me my damn baggy, you low-life," she demanded, pushing him away and looking around for her clothes.

"As the princess wishes," Spike smirked, giving her another baggy. His softened dick moved a little as she pushed it up inside her pussy, panties rising up to seal it in with the other baggy as she looked up at him.

"See something you like?" she asked sweetly, pulling on other clothes after dusting them off.

"Nothing I'd touch with a ten foot pole," he groused.

"Maybe an eight-inch one, though, huh?" she winked, checking her make-up. It was too dark to see much so she closed it and stuck it in her purse.

"Guess I'd better walk you out of this shit-hole. I wouldn't want a repeat client getting mugged," he grumbled, gently taking her hand and stepping toward the street.

"Well I hope you're strong enough to protect me," she said, letting him lead her.

Jessica sighed, thankful to have them at last leave so she could figure out what to do. The last thing she needed was them spotting her trapped here.