He pressed against her with his groin, which sported a tremendous hard-on. He ground it into her crotch as he held her hands tightly.

"Let me go!" she gasped, her mind reeling, her skin bright crimson with embarrassment at his revelation.

"Not till I get what Dad got!" he panted. He grabbed her arm and steered her into the back seat of the car, pushing her down on her back and jumping on top of her.

She struggled against him, but he weighed almost twice as much as her and she was hopelessly overpowered.

He held her hands above her head in a single fist and just kind of looked down at her for a long minute as she squirmed. He was unaccountably nervous as he approached the point of no return.

"You want it. You know you want it," he gasped. His hand was on her belly. He started to caress her slowly, then worked it upward until it slid under her little t-shirt and he felt the upward swelling of her left breast.

"Mark! Stop it! Let me go! Don't!" she begged.

He couldn't stop though. His mind was full of the images he'd witnessed that morning, of her and his father. He slid his hand up onto her breasts, fondling them, squeezing down on the fleecy skin.

He pushed her t-shirt up around her neck and gazed down hungrily at her twin mounds, then lowered his mouth to her left breast and kissed her nipple. He suckled on it, sucking it into his mouth and chewing the little pink nub.

"Bastard!" she cried.

"Hot little whore!" he hissed.

He squeezed her tit and his face came down against hers. She twisted her head from side to side, trying to keep his lips from hers. He kissed her cheeks, her lips, her ears, her throat. His mouth darted from side to side, nuzzling into the nape of her neck as she struggled haplessly against him.

"Stop! Stop it!" she begged.

His free hand slid down her smooth, flat belly and into her shorts, sliding under her panties and into her warm, tangled nest of downy pubic hair. His fingers slid right down over her cunt, going right down between her legs to cup and squeeze her crotch.