Fuck Her Brains Out

Seeing her laying there, her dainty fingers spreading her cloying hole open, you had to momentarily restrain yourself, as you ran a hand up her thigh, caressing the soft flesh before using your powers to change a few things, yet again.

As much as they completed the image, Blair's wings and tail were getting in the way, and judging from her squirming, she seemed to be having the same thoughts. However, rather than simply vanish them, you let your powers wash over her, the leathery bat wings retracting into her back, her long, coiling tail following suit moments later as Blair, let her head loll back, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"I said... wow, it really is big?" Blair's voice changed mid-order, the now subdued succubus, nibbling on her lower lip.

_Interesting, it seems the more she physically resembled the demon in question, the more she acted like it. Almost like a werewolf, or method actor. _You lost yourself in thought for a moment, until Blair second moans brought you back, your cock lightly tapping on the hood of her honeypot.

"Please, be gentle, I've never been fucked before." She whispered, although you still heard her clear as day. Blair's cockhungry, brazen behavior up to now was exhilarating, but the hesitance and needy curiosity was its own thrill as you drew your hips back before pushing the head into her tight pussy.

"Oh God, it's stretching me wide open, I feel like I'm about to break! Are all cocks so huge?" Blair's voice rang out as you paused, giving her a cocky grin as you replied with a firm, "No."

You wanted to just slam into her, to bury every last inch of your cock into her dripping cockholster, but you decided to pay nice today, slowly pushing into her, allowing Blair to feel every thick inch before finally coming to the soft barrier inside her, now obstructing your way.

Pulling back, you vanished her hymen without a single thought, continuing your now free journey into her untouched pussy. Blair looked at you with equal parts wonderment and not quite lust, but certainly the stirrings of it.

"Oh, screw Tiffy and Morgan!" She growled out, her hands, splitting up as you, tweaked at her nipple, the other circling just above the juncture of your bodies.

"Do I want to ask?" You muttered, reaching the depths of her hole as you pulled back, surprising Blair with a sharp thrust that made her eyes roll back in pleasure.

Taking advantage of her momentary lapse of consciousness, you picked her p, laying back on the table yourself, as her body seemed to shift into the correct position, her lewd body straddling you as you lifted all the way to the tip just as she seemed to return to herself, you releasing her, gravity dragging her gripping love tunnel down your pole as Blair let out a reverberating squeal of pleasure, the rippling muscles inside her leading you to believe she'd had possible her first, if not certainly her strongest, orgasm.

And still you didn't let her body rest, your hands gripping her hips, pulling her up and down and your cock like a limp sex doll, occasionally thrusting as Blair's eyes made to regain some semblance of control before pushing your hands aside as she leaned forwards, holding herself up on your chest as she started to bounce on your dick, your eyes entranced by her swaying tits inches from your face.

"Go ahead, I'd love for you to taste them." Blair's honeyed words pulled you closer as you took one of her erect nipples in your mouth, a hissed moan once more being dragged out of the busty blonde riding atop you.

Still, it wasn't pornstar-worthy, and you could certainly feel the inexperience as Blair tried to milk you. The wrong parts squeezed, and some of her thrusts went to deep, knocking against what you could only assume was her cervix, but she made up for it with the knowledge that the vision of beauty riding you was giving her all to make it enjoyable for you.

You noticed at some point that she'd closed her eyes, her hands running through her now fallen hair, as you heard her mumbling something about, Tiffy and Morgan once again.

"Should I ask about Tiffy and Morgan, or maybe who they are?" You said, your hands cupping her small butt so she wasn't some goddess given flesh.

"Tiffy, or Tiffany as the teachers call her, and Morgan are my best friEEENDS!" Blair, had another orgasm, almost falling off your cock as she leaned back, luckily you caught her in time as she recovered quicker this time.

"Morgan told me, that it hurt so bad when her boyfriend popped her cherry that she cried and kicked him out. And Tiffy is always bragging about how big her boyfriend's cock is, and how he can go for hours, all that..." Blair trailed off, as you leaned up, recapturing her lips.

"Oh God, I can't wait to tell them about this, about how I finally understand why Tiffy looks like a zombie after her boyfriend comes over, or how Morgan is a needy little painslut." Blair said, before surprising you as she lifted up, letting your cock fall free as she got off the table.

"I don't have much left in the tank, and my mom is probably looking for me, so how about a big finale, huh?" Blair said, looking at you expectantly as you clambered off the table, and before you could question her further, she jumped at you, your arms instinctively wrapping around her as she reached down, slotting your slick manhood back into her oozing pussy.

"I heard one of the Riches, that's what we call the rich girls who act like they're better than everyone at everything. Anyways, I heard one of them bragging in the bathroom about this position, about how her jock boy-toy can carry her around, fucking her rich brains out, so think you're up to the task?" Blair' eager grin ignited something in you as you considered for a moment using your powers to ease the weight in your arms, but a challenging pride had blossomed in your heart as you let the tip to ball thrust into her be your answer.

You didn't let up for a minute, not letting yourself feeling the ache in your legs, you idly wondered whose would hurt worse after this, nor how your arms begged to drop Blair to the ground. You didn't even bother with a rhythm as you tried your best to turn this blonde sexpot into a mewling, drooling cocksleeve something she seemed to adore judging from the constant moans right in your ear.

Finally, however, you were **** to pull back, giving one final charge into her velvety depths as you shuddered, your cock like a pipe with too much pressure as you filled Blair to the brim, and still more, your conjoined fluids, falling to the ground below.

And, just to finish off the moment, Blair, slipped free of your grip, managing to only catch herself for a second before falling to the ground, her greedy tongue, managing to coax two more small ropes from your balls as she smiled happily at you.

"Oh God, that felt sooooo gooooood." She moaned as you fell into a chair at the table.

"Yeah, now try and tell me how God would make something feel so amazing if its wrong." You muttered, suddenly feeling the need for a drink of something.

But, there was no rest for the wicked as you heard an older woman calling "Blair, where are you?" as Blair looked to the opening in the tent, and back to you, she saw nobody as you went invisible, leaving her to fend for herself.

Sighing at your human, morals just getting the way again, Blair shivered as she felt a soft hand brush her cheek, and down her body as the syrupy evidence of her indiscretion seemed to vanish into thin air, leaving behind only the smell of incense. Even her clothes seemed to turn back to her previous outfit, with some minor modifications, such as her sweatpants were now a knee-length skirt with a pair of thigh-highs, and her baggy shirt was now blouse, the buttons straining at her heaving chest, hidden beneath a very soft jacket.

She did, however, notice that her bra and panties had not been returned to her, as she felt her sensitive nipples rub against the blouse, and she felt a slowly growing damp sot in her nether regions nor had the tiny horns on her head disappeared like her wings and tail. Licking her lips, she did find some remaining evidence as she lapped up a few missed drops of 'jizz' as Morgan calls it.

With so much accomplished today, you tried to think if you had anything left on your plate to do.