Ted, the virgin choir boy

"Miss Parker is feeling ill today, so I will be leading choir practice," explained Danya as she pulled the little wooden stool up to the piano. She was dressed conservatively, but her clothes were carefully chosen and worn in such a way as to offer enticing glimpses of her feminine charms. The most blatantly sexual part of her ensemble were the 3" heels she wore which made her ass wiggle provocatively when she entered and walked across the room. She knew she had every boy in the choir's full attention; God, she had forgotten how un-subtle high school kids were! Ted alone seemed unaffected, and Danya wondered if perhaps he was gay. Although she had not transformed herself into a male form, she knew that her she-devil nature would allow such a thing, and that could be interesting...

She decided to proceed with the current plan and so led the choir in a series of warm-up exercises for their voices. The kids actually sounded quite good, but she still took several opportunities to demonstrate better techniques. Twice she used a gesture to show how to project their voices, basically cupping her breasts then throwing her arms forward. Now even Ted was interested, and she knew she had him.

She spent the rest of the rehearsal going through a series of songs that were probably not in the usual repertoire. Some were songs she had magically generated, actually taken from Psalms or Revelation, that contained descriptions of sexual acts these conservative religious kids had probably never heard of, let alone sung about in their church choir. They were uncomfortable, but respected her authority as substitute choir director, and besides they could see the bible references. Ted's face got especially red at some of the passages, and Danya thrilled inside to know she would soon deflower him.

"I think that's enough for tonight, boys and girls," she said in closing, emphasizing their youth. "You, young man in the third row of the baritones, could you stay after for a moment please?" She could hear some of the other boys tease Ted, saying things like, "She wants to give you a little extra attention, Teddy!" His response was to angrily tell them to shut up. Soon after all the others had filed out, Ted walked to the piano. Danya turned toward him and stood up, towering over him by several inches.

"You're a virgin." She said it as an accusation, although it is a statement Ted would usually have taken as a compliment. He didn't know how to reply. "And it shows in your singing. You had no idea what tonight's songs were talking about, do you Ted? You don't know what it feels like to have a woman's pussy envelop your throbbing cock. You don't know what it feels like to bend a woman over and stab your meat into her ass. You can't even imagine what it must be like to sit back and have a slut crawl on her hands and knees to worship your mighty dick with her hands and mouth. Or to have two women at once, eating out a dripping snatch while another massages your hard rod with her pleasure folds. You don't even know what it feels like to have tits mashed in your face so you can suck on their nipples while a wanton harlot rides you on your lap. Do you, Ted?"

Once he recovered from both the shock at hearing such things said out loud and the secret wave of pleasure that washed over him imagining each act, he reacted strongly. "No! And I don't want to! What are you trying to pull, lady? I'm saving myself for marriage!"

Danya laughed, a derisive, cutting laugh that took Ted's steam away. "Silly, foolish boy. You won't be a virgin after tonight, so you can either accept that and fun with it, or fight me and I'll **** you anyway." She started unbuttoning her white cotton blouse, revealing massive tits barely contained by a silky satin bra. Ted had to admit that she looked like a walking wet dream, and he had fantasized about many of the things she described while furiously jacking himself off in bed. Still, his conservative religious upbrining would not allow him to give in to this temptation.

"I won't let you **** me," was his feeble response, and again Danya laughed. By now she had removed her blouse and was sliding her skirt down her legs, revealing a panty that matched the bra. Now she was dressed only in underwear and heels, and she started gyrating her body slowly like a stripper. She ran her hands over her body, languishing on forbidden parts to Tim's thinking. "Are you sure, little boy?" she cooed. "You don't want to feel me? Not even a little?"

Ted's resistance was weakening, but he couldn't know it was partially because as a demon, she had the power to emit powerful pheremones. The basic animal part of Ted's brain was finally able to overcome and dominate the rational, evolved part. He lunged for her, ripping off her bra and burying his face in her rack. He scrambled to remove his own clothes while he lost himself in her breasts.

Danya laughed yet again. "So weak..." She basically let Ted have his way with her after that, and although he was inexperienced there are certain things that can happen quite naturally purely by instinct. They fell together to the floor and he ripped her panties off, his raging hard-on ready for action. With little fanfare he started stabbing it at her crotch until finally her sopping pussy let him in.

"Oh, God..." he moaned at feeling a cunt for the first time. His body took over, moving up and down on top of Danya, as he was overcome with sexual sensations. Danya smiled wickedly the whole time. As a total slut, she actually enjoyed the animalistic coupling. Plus, she knew that she had used her feminine wiles to seduce and corrupt a previously innocent human.

Ted started grunting and pounding harder, so Danya knew the peak of his pleasure was near. She squeezed her pussy muscles, driving him crazy. He pounded with abandon and quickly shot a huge load of cum inside her, crying out with each push. He was sweaty and spent, and just collapsed on top of Danya.