"This is what you need, girl!" he gasped. He held his cock in his right hand and positioned it at her tight little cunt opening, then rubbed it up and down her slit, groaning slightly at the feeling of her wet, pink flesh against his sensitive cock-head. He pressed down harder then, shoving his cock against the entrance of her fuck-tunnel.

Jody groaned and arched her back, trying to dislodge him.

He pushed harder, twisting his ass from side to side to drill his prong into her. His cock-head slipped inside and he sighed with relief as he felt her hot, tight box squeezing down on it. He pushed his hips down and forward and felt another inch or so of cock slide into Jody's box.

He let go of his prick and slowly lowered his hips, forcing inch after inch of steaming red cock-meat into his sister's tight, squeezing, fuck-box.

Jody gasped as she felt the inexorable movement of his cock. She gave a final furious strain against the seatbelt and then went limp as her brother's fat prick slid up into her pussy tunnel.

She lay there, hardly moving as his hands resumed their desperate stroking and fondling of her body. They squeezed and twisted her breasts, rubbed her sides, her hair, her arms, and slid under her to cup and knead her buttocks.

His cock buried itself in her fuck-hole, his balls flattened against her splayed buttocks. He held it still inside her as his mouth roved over her face. He mashed his lips against hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond, lying sullen and unmoving as he made use of her body.

His tongue flickered about in her oral opening and his cock throbbed in her belly. She tried to ignore him and them completely.

Mark wasn't used to being ignored by the girls he fucked. With the first desperate rush of his lust behind him now and his cock stuffed high in Jody's belly, he began to regain control of himself. He bent to her breasts and began to carefully work on them. His tongue slid lightly back an forth across her nipples, moving in slow circles around each little pink bud before flicking across it. His lips were wet and soft as they enclosed the little buds and his breath was like a whispering feather as he suckled on them. His hands stroked lightly, his fingers sliding over her flesh.