You give the mathematicians answer…

“Fuck this, we’ll do it on the go…”

With your newly enhanced body strength you scooped the girl up in your arms and carried her to the front door. The older men seemed momentarily stunned, but collected themselves and followed you back to the truck with Jessica.

“Um…what the fuck?” Alan asked as you piled into the back seat. “I might be a little out of it with pain meds, but that doesn’t look like the women we’re trying to find.”

“She knows where Mrs Locknae is,” you supplied, “ just...drive around and look for a big white van!”

You shifting uncomfortably as the girl squirmed around to face you. Her lips crashed into yours all at once as she tried her best to get her tongue down your throat, after that talking pretty much became nonexistent.

You were still making out with her with full ferocity when the others got into the car beside you. It was only a happy giggle at your side that alerted you to the fact that Jessica was the one sitting closest to you. Mr Locknae grumbled something from the front seat, and the truck began to roll on.

Perhaps you should have been trying to help look, but in that moment all you could think about was the young woman grinding on your lap. Her hands quickly found your zipper and soon your cock was blissfully free of its confines.

In moments she had taken your dick to the hilt, sighing to herself in a breathy moan as you filled her depths. Perhaps it was because she was such a petite girl (excluding her ass) or perhaps it was because your cock had grown over the last few hours, but it felt like all of her insides were crushing down around you in a warm embrace of pleasure.

“Oh Jeez,” Mr Spellman grumbled from his seat, “are you for real kid?”

“Lighten up Daddy,” Jessica chastised her father with a smack on the arm, “this’ll fix her mind nice and good.”

It wasn’t really the most comfortable or manoeuvrable position to be in, what with it all being so cramped, but from the way her gushing pussy hugged your cock you were more than content to let her use you as a dildo.

Your hands settled on her ass as it rose and fell against your crotch. Had you felt a better ass in all your life? You couldn’t recall. But as she slammed herself down again and again, the sound of her fat ass slapping against your thighs was the sweetest music. Her dark skin was utterly drenched in sweat as bounced up and down on your dick, her small breasts heaving with effort as she fucked you deeper into the car seat, jostling delightfully with every bump in the road.

She waved one of her hands in a gesture that meant nothing to you, but Jessica, ever helpful, leaned in to whisper into your ear, “she says she wants to sit on your cock forever...”

The words, whispered so intimately drove you crazy. You couldn’t properly fuck the girl from your position, but you made sure to grab another handful of her dark assflesh and squeeze tightly as she impaled herself on your aching manhood.

Mr Locknae and Alan were talking about something in the front, something heated and urgent, there might have been pointing and cursing, but in that moment the whole universe existed in the girl’s clenching pussy.

Her pace picked up and she began to make strange squeals and sighs. Another quick gesture of hands before she reached down and began to make out with you again, humping away until you felt a warm wetness shower your dick.

Grabbing her meaty ass as hard as you could you thrust upwards. Your heart raced and you unleashed load after load of cum deep inside of her, coaxing another awkward little squawk from the girl.

She hugged you tightly and you could feel herheartbeat pounding through her small dark tit against your chest. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, kissing it softly and mouthing silent words into the skin. In the afterglow you found the gesture to be oddly sweet.

“Dude, get your head back in the game!” Alan hissed from the driver seat.

You grumbled a startled “what?”

“Look out the fucking windsceen man!”

You did just that and knew at once what he was referring to. You had moved out of the neighbourhood and there was an old garage laying ahead. And out front of that garage, was a big, slightly rusted, white van.

Gently you tapped on the girl’s shoulder and she looked up you affectionately. Speaking slowly, hoping she might be able to read your lips a little, you asked about the van. You pointed forward and she followed your gaze before turning back to you with an expression that was stone serious. She gave a grim nod.