“Who needs a dick to fuck you doggy style?” She murmurs into my ear, taking a nibble of my ear lobe.

Her tongue trails down my neck as she thrusts in and out of me with her fingers. I love the feeling of her whole body pressing up against me with each thrust. She continues at a steady pace then begins to thrust deeper into me while scraping her fingertips against my g-spot. I know my orgasm is going to be big. I feel the pressure building up inside of me. Heat is radiating through my body, and the sound of Ashley’s denim-clad legs slapping against my leather chaps and bare ass is setting me on fire. With a final deep pounding thrust I cum into Ashley’s hand. She lets her fingers hold against my g-spot while the waves of orgasm pass over me like a flood. She pulls out of me and I turn to face her, wrapping my arms and legs around her and pulling her on top of me on the hood of her car.

“You. Are. Amazing.” I breathe out exhaustedly.

Nothing in the Lesbian Sex Book had mentioned being fucked on the hood of the car while wearing leather chaps. After kissing deeply for several minutes, we agree to go, take our places back in Ashley’s car, and start off towards her house so I can get some more appropriate attire for the trip to hell AKA my arrival home. We pull into Ashley’s driveway and I notice a familiar car.

“What the…” Ashley trails off as I park, and Glen gets out of his ride looking displeased. Glen comes over to the driver’s side window where I am and I roll it down shakily.

“Glen, what are you doing here?” I ask.

“Mom and Dad were worried, they sent me over here to see if I could find you. You weren’t here but I figured if I waited awhile you would show up.” He looks down into the car. “Spencer what the fuck are you wearing?”

He opens the door and I jump out carefully keeping my ass pressed against the car.

“Um…don’t tell mom!” I blurt.

Glen stares at me as if I’m a mutant with eight heads and three boobs. Ashley leans over and slaps my ass hard leaving a handprint that I know will not go away for days.

“Yow!” I yelp as I jump away from the offending hand.

“Glen, your sister and I have been doing volunteer work at a shelter for impoverished horses,” Ashley explains with a look of pure honesty, “This is our uniform. I was wearing mine but silly Spencer forgot clothes to change into. We didn’t want to tell anyone because we wanted to help others and not get recognition for ourselves.” She nods earnestly.

“Impoverished horses?” Glen looks confused. He turns his head towards me. “You were volunteering?” He asks.

Is he really buying this?

I nod, amazed, “Yes Glen, its very important work. Those poor poor impoverished horses.”

Glen looks from me to Ashley and back to me.

“Well, I guess I don’t have to tell mom if it’s for a good cause.” He shrugs.

“A great cause!” Ashley pipes in.

“You should probably put some other clothes on Spence, mom is still going to kill you for not calling and letting her know you were going to be so late.”

I nod.

“Oh and by the way Ash,” Glen comments absently, “I think a sick bird shat on the hood of your car.”

“What?” Ashley and I query simultaneously.

We walk to the front of the car and I notice the creamy opaque splatter of my cum dripping contrastingly along the shiny black paint of the hood. Ashley laughs so hard she falls over.

“Hahaha a sick bird.” She slaps my ass again as I head towards the house, a pair of handprints glowing bright on my cheeks like wings.