Part 4 The coming of Amy
Pleasant thoughts had been coming to Alfred of late of Amy Alliot, the eighteen-year-old daughter of a neighbour, images flowed into his mind of her long legs and budding breasts. The sort of thoughts that come to old men most certainly, and of course to younger men as well; but they had most definitely come to him. The shape of her body under her dress intrigued and somewhat inspired. Whether she was still virginal was, indeed, one thought and question that came into his mind. Again, the sort of thing men might idly wonder.
Amy had carried his shopping only a few days before and he had invited her into the house for tea. He had almost taken her into the garden to drink.
Alfred seemed to see more of Amy out and about than before, and the second time she offered to carry his shopping home he had again invited her in. But this time, because the day was hot, he had opened the doors into the garden to let the breeze in. And when he had come back from the kitchen with the teapot and cups and saucers had found her gone -- out into the garden. He found her, inevitably, by the pool looking down into the cool water.
"There are fish, Mr Maughan!"
Indeed, there were -- and rather more besides. But not a ripple on the water betrayed the presence of Lilaea and the other denizens of the ancient stone pond.
"So lovely." Amy looked around at the old brick walls, the lawn, the flowers and the climbers. All, indeed, so lovely. "Do you need help in your garden? I could help."
Such generous offer. Such a sweet girl. The thought of Amy working in the garden pleasing. "That would be so kind. Kind of you to offer but Daphne and I, we cope." And it was obvious from the neat and well-tended garden the old couple did indeed cope very well. The two of them sat on the old seat -- the site of so much erotic pairing -- to drink tea. Amy looking just delightful with her foot swinging and her china teacup and saucer in her lap.
Alfred had declined Amy's offer because he so knew what would happen if she regularly came into the garden. She would not be left alone. Alfred and Daphne were normally very careful about letting people into the garden. It was not wise.
It was a week later, just as he was going out the front door in the afternoon, that he found Amy there in her school clothes.
"Mr Maughan, I've lost my door key and Mummy's not home for a couple of hours. Could I come in and do my homework in your house?"
Why had he let her in? He had not asked Daphne the first time. Daphne had been out -- and Daphne was, again, that afternoon out of the house. He had mentioned the tea with Amy to Daphne when she had come home and related what Amy had so pleasantly talked about -- her schoolwork and all sorts of things. Surely it had not been simply to enjoy the sight of the girl and to talk with her? Did the naiads not provide plentiful simulacra of girls to satisfy any man? Was it even, really, him who let her in? Talking to Daphne afterwards Daphne had more than a suspicion that Pronomus and Crotus, and maybe the naiads, were to blame. Neither Daphne nor he were under any illusion that their lives had been much influenced by what the denizens of the ancient pool wanted. Whatever the reason, Alfred left her alone in the house to do her homework, telling her to make a cup of tea if she wished.
Whether Amy had got very far with her homework, Alfred was not sure, but, when he returned from the library, he found open books upon the table but, importantly, no Amy.
Amy was down the garden and by the pool but not at all alone. Alfred stood looking. He had oft times wondered what she looked like under her school clothes - what her pubic hair was like. He knew now. Maybe Amy had thought it a fun idea to take a dip in the pool, or maybe her nudity had been the satyrs doing, but the girl was unclothed. And her pubic hair was indeed dark like her head and pleasingly full to boot. A delight to the old boy -- indeed, any old boy... or young man. Her breasts appeared firm, were undoubtedly shapely, and her little pink nipples were hard. It was a vision of loveliness -- but what would Daphne say? Alfred walked slowly down the garden. the damage was done, there was no need to rush; Amy's hand flew to her mouth.
"Mr Maughan, I've never..." her hand dropping to cover her sex, an arm across her breasts.
Alfred smiled. He did not need Amy to complete the sentence. His smile kind and reassuring. He knew how seductive the naiads and satyrs were. Knew Amy would have been quite unable to resist the advances of Pronomus and Crotus or the niaids. They were, if anything, sexual beings. Water and sex substantially made them -- perhaps the occasional fish.
"What is happening, Mr Maughan? I don't understand. I'm so liking..."
What Amy was liking was perfectly clear to Alfred. He did not need her to finish the sentence. She was not alone - not that there were other people present as such. Rather there were beings with the form and appearance of men, only transparent and rather obviously made merely of water. Clear, pure water that sparkled in the sunlight. Amy was, self-evidently, loving the sexual advances, the stroking and everything else about the two satyrs. The way she opened her mouth and accepted Pronomus' ever erect penis into her mouth with Alfred watching her, showed that. She seemed unable to resist the proffered penis before her. Her little nipples so hard, her sexual lips inflamed and clearly wet, her rising and falling chest all showed what her feelings were. In her hand the ever-hard cock of Crotus. If Amy had not experienced the size and strength of a male organ before, she was certainly experiencing it now; her fingers clasping the appearance of the male organ, as if they were tight around an accurate representation in clear, sparkling blown glass.
From the pool came more transparent beings. The nymphs came to him as Amy looked wide eyed at the fresh arrivals, and cool hands began to undress him. It was not him preparing himself for sexual relations with Amy, not at all, but he was not unpleased at the thought. Quite the opposite. Alfred was sure that would happen. He was already responding in a very male way. There was no need for nymph mouths to fellate to bring him to a stand. His trousers were lowered over an already respectably sized erection. Amy barely seemed to notice Alfred's change from kindly old man to lustful naked man with a prurient interest in her naked body. Her young charms presented and available. It was not, though, him wanking at the sight of her aroused nakedness. That was being done for him by the cool, transparent hand of Lilaea!
The old man stood naked and erect for quite a time watching Amy, absorbed in seeing the girl so entwined with the revellers. Seeing both her pleasure and wonder, as her body was stroked and stimulated, taking his own delight at the erotic sight. Amy's absorption in the satyrs and nymphs seemed total until, finally, she seemed to focus and see him there with his penis upright and his foreskin being moved by Lilaea. The kindly old gentleman revealed to be very much a man. It was not Alfred who then imposed himself upon Amy but the water girls encouraging him towards her, bringing his penis to her but it was she, herself, who knelt and brought her lips forward to settle upon the penis in Lilaea's hand, touch his tip and absorb.
