Chapter 3

Alfred didn’t know if he had passed out, or if he had been paralyzed by exhaustion. His sister seemed to be turned on by having sex with him. She rode him until he was worn out.

Looking up, he saw that the searing sun was being filtered by the trees to the west of the fenced in yard. He was surprised that he didn’t have a sunburn.

His two friends were nowhere in sight. Erica and his sister were not far from him, though, but were not paying him any attention. They sat on the grass, facing each other. Their legs were entwined, and their hard clits pressed against each other.

Erica whispered to her protege, “Now lift your hips to the left ... just a little! ... so your clitoris brushes against mine.”

Marcie let out a shuttering moan.

“See? Sometimes it is good to tease yourself, let the pleasure build, until it sweeps through your body.”

“Yesss!” she hissed.

The thought, “Mom and Dad need to be told,” suddenly occurred to Alfred.

Quietly he crawled over and recovered his clothes. Not bothering to put them on, he scurried over to the bush that concealed the gap in the fence. Only after he had exited the yard, did he get dressed.

The two nymphs turned to watch him leave.

“Aww! I was hoping he would stay here longer,” said Marcie.

Erica reassured her, “Don’t worry. He’ll be back.”

As Alfred started toward his home, he wondered what he would say to his parents. He decided to keep it simple, and let them learn what happened on their own.

He was greeted by his folks, when he walked through the front door. They were not happy.

“Where have you been?” said his mother. “We were about to call the police.”

“And where is Marcie?” his father added.

“Marcie is in danger,” he told them. “It is too complicated to explain. You need to see for yourself.”

Trusting him, they followed Alfred to Kyle’s backyard.

After they crawled through the gap, they were greeted with the sight of their daughter, naked, lying on top of another woman. They each had their faces buried in the other’s pussy. Stifled moans came from both women.

Both parents were stunned for just moment, as they witnessed the unthinkable. Finally, Al, her father. cried out, “What is going on here?”

Erica pulled her head away. “You don’t know?” she quipped.

Marcie scrambled to her feet, “Hi, Mommy and Daddy, are you here to play?”

After standing up, the stunning blonde studied the couple. “Finally, a healthy relationship.”

She pulled her apprentice over next to her. “Study your parents for a minute, Marcie. What can tell me about them.”

Abruptly, the young woman turned serious, staring intently at her parents. “My father is a passionate and considerate lover. He can be gentle or forceful, depending on his partner’s desires.

“Mom is a blowtorch of desire. She loves to role play, acting out various scenarios, where she can be a nun, schoolgirl, or a whore. She also likes to dress up in various types of lingerie...”

“Hey!” cried Laura, her mom. “What is going on here?!”

The blonde turned serious. “I am sorry. You need to understand. I am Erica, a nymph.”

Marcie’s father paused in disbelief, “You mean like in Greek mythology?”

“Exactly. I am a nature spirit. I have been around for a long time.”

“What have you done to our daughter?” Laura demanded.

“Nymphs can reproduce in two ways. They can mate with a satyr, which I have not seen nor sensed in centuries. I fear they are all extinct.”

Alfred, Al Sr., and Laura all thought, “‘Centuries?’ How old is she?”

“The second way is to have a maiden lose her virginity while under a nymph’s influence.”

Al, Alfred and Marcie’s father, spoke, “And that’s what happened to her?”

Erica nodded, “That’s right. Your daughter is no longer human. She can do many things that she is not yet aware of.”

“Like what?” asked the excited Marcie.

“Later,” the elder nymph turned back to the parents. “Look at her closely. You will see this is true.”

They studied their daughter. The more they observed, they slowly realized that she was ... different. Her hair was no longer stringy, but flowed flawlessly down to her shoulders in wavy curls. Her skin was perfectly smooth, like she had no pores. Though not as curvy as her mentor, Marcie’s body was no longer boyish. Her waist was much smaller than before, with her hips and breasts being perfectly symmetrical.

Also, she had an aura about her that just oozed sexuality, without her even trying. Both parents were both feeling very horny.

Suddenly, Laura reached out and grabbed her daughter’s hand. “Come on, we are going home. Put on your clothes.”

Marcie wrinkled her nose, like a turd had been placed under her nose. “Do I have to?”

“You don’t want to do that,” Erica warned.

“And why not?” asked Al, wanting to back up his wife.