Cindy moaned softly as Jay slowly slipped his finger ever deeper into her. When he suddenly twisted it in her, she let out a little squeak and without intention, thrust herself back further impaling herself and triggering a tiny little orgasm.

She felt her Mom’s hand squeeze hers as she whispered, “That’s it Baby feed and grow strong as you were meant to!”

Jay sensing her pleasure worked his finger in and out teasing her into a few more before withdrawing and replacing his finger with a medium torpedo shaped nozzle that, once it slid past the midpoint would hold itself in. He worked it around in her helping her adjust to it and also making her moan her way through another little pleasant wave. Cindy had never felt like this. She had always been pretty hot and had been masturbating as long as she could remember. This though was a whole new level of desire though. She felt as if she were ablaze and wanted nothing more than to just open herself up and fuck this wonderful tormenter to death. Once the nozzle was well seated he released it and began to kiss and lick his way up her spine starting at her ass and working up. His hands stroked along her hip and up her side. She pulled her hands away from her Mom and caught his hand, pulling it to her breast and pressing it there. His fingers caressed her nipples as he began to kiss and nuzzle her neck and behind her right ear.

“That’s my good girl!” He whispered in her ear before teasing it with his tongue. “Help me and guide me, I am here to serve you, use me to please yourself.”

Cindy was burning up and the enema was running in fast. Her bowels constricted once in a slight cramp and when they did, she experienced a wave of lustful pleasure. Jay had leaned over her now and was sucking at her right breast. There seemed to be a direct connection between that nipple and her throbbing clit because when he nipped it her hips thrust and she came again. These were all little things, appetizers for the feast to come. He left her breast and kissed her lips sweetly before reaching to feel the tightness of her swelling tummy and adjust the flow slightly. The enema now was writhing inside her and making her crave his rougher attentions. Softly she begged him to take her now but he told her to relax and let it happen when it was time. She pouted slightly at him and reminded him that he had said for her to guide him. This bit of petulance got laughs from everyone and Pamela commented that she had him there.

Cindy opened her eyes; she had in her lustful fires forgotten that she and Jay were not alone. She looked and saw that her Mom and Pam were both smiling and when her eyes opened Aunt Pam winked at her and told her not to rush, this kind of sex was like an enema, “It needs to be taken slowly and held onto for as long as possible before releasing it explosively!”

“I can’t believe that I am doing this in front of you!” Cindy said, ending the statement with a rising voice as a cramp that seemed to twist the back side of her love button pushed her through another wave of sensation.

Jay commented, “You are a Witch now Cindy. This is how a witch nourishes her powers. As you would feel no shame at eating in front of someone, neither should you worry about this kind of feeding. It is what you are supposed to do, when you cum, you pull a piece of the other world into this one and it becomes a part of you. This is why male dominated religions all make a woman enjoying sex a sin. They, over the millennia have learned a few of the peripheral facts and sadly apply it to all women when only a witch can do this.”

The bag was now empty and Jay was working the nozzle in and out slowly and whispering to her how good she was doing and what an honor it was for him to serve her. She held the enema through several waves of cramps, the last of which was serious and made her gasp with pain. After it passed Jay rolled her to her back and massaged her tummy for a moment before sweeping her into his arms and carrying her with, nozzle in place and bag in hand to a curtained bathroom. He sat her gently on a large toilet and then reached around and removed the nozzle. The release was wild and her eyes rolled up in her head as she emptied in more ways than one. She felt her face pulled to a warm rippled chest and her arms went around his waist seeking out the swell of his tight ass. Her lips opened and she kissed and nibbled at his soft smooth skin never even thinking about turning him loose or sending him away. When the flow had spent itself and she was done, he gently pulled himself from her grasp and cleaned her as you would a child. He flushed and then picked her up, moving her onto a bidet where he washed her gently. The waters and his attentions only served to build her fire, not extinguish it and she leaned back spreading herself shamelessly for his attentions.

“My God Jay, you must think I am a terrible slut!” She moaned as he washed her own wetness from the outside of her swollen vulva.

“Not at all My Princess, you must understand this is important and the herbal enema you received last night and the ones you will take from now on are powerful aphrodisiacs and make a Witch of even moderate desires wanton in her needs. You though are going to be extremely powerful, as your Mother and Aunt are so your hunger will be powerful as well.”

“How do you feel about this Jay? Do you not resent that you serve and yet do not become powerful?”

He was kneeling between her knees washing her and he looked up into her eyes. “What makes you think that we lack power Cindy. There have been many powerful Fragilis women in history. They controlled their men through sex. Witchmen have learned that the same thing that makes a powerful witch powerful will make her need for the right man equally powerful. Witchmen gain power by loving and being loved by powerful Witches. You will see when you come to school and your obvious strength become apparent. The men will flock to you and covet your strength.”

Cindy looked at him for a moment, “What about you? Are you attracted to strength or are you the exception.”

“Oh, indeed I am. That is the reason why the competition for the privilege of serving as a Witch’s first is such a big part of the Witchman’s activities. As delicious as it is to serve you, you must realize, the witchmen at the university are in great demand and don’t lack for sexual opportunity.”

“Then what is it and why are you telling me this?”

Jay grinned, “The reason and the why are closely tied together. If a witchman wants to find the most powerful witch he can to attach himself to and finds their power an over whelming attraction, then where better than where I am right now to be. The Why I’m telling you this is simple. You will know it soon enough. You are the most powerful initiate to pass in forever and the competition for your attentions will be fierce.” He leaned forward and kissed her sweet curls and she felt the electric fire as his tongue darted between the folds and tasted her still throbbing clitty. “I want us to start off right with no falsehoods and an understanding that you are irresistible to me as you will be to any who feel your powers. By being honest, I hope to get a head start on the others!”

Cindy thought about this for a full minute and then with a laugh decided it was a compliment and that it was something she appreciated. She rewarded him by pulling him up and kissing him soundly until he gasping, fell away from her and wobbling slightly led her back to the bed for her next enema.

He tucked her in and covered her so she would be warm and secure while he prepared her rinse. Her Mom sat down on one side of the bed and her aunt on the other.

Pam spoke first, “Well my little firecracker, do I need to ask if you are OK and dealing with all of this?”

Cindy blushed and grinned back, “I guess not.” Then turning her head the other way to look at her Mom she asked, “Mom, was Daddy at the University?...” then turning her head back, “And Uncle Jack too?”

As they did so often the answered in unison, “Of Course they were.”

“Mom, was Daddy your first?”

Sheryl blushed and the answered, “Why yes, her was as a matter of fact, Why?”

“Just wondering about something Jay told me.”

Pam hissed in glee, “That little rascal! He is already trying to cut you out of the herd isn’t he?”

“No, No, he just told me that that is why the witchmen all want to be Firsts. So they can get first in line for the most powerful witches. Is that true Mama?”

Sheryl answered, “Among Witches, strength and power are very important. This is also why the unsuitable ones must never be allowed to pass. The Witchmen are just as much a part of our race as the witches themselves and power makes a witch attractive. You with your natural beauty and what is already manifesting itself as a very powerful control are in deed going to have to carry a club to keep them off you. The other reason the men are so encouraged to work hard to be the Firsts is so that the most powerful new witches are met first by the best and the brightest of the witchmen. Don’t kid yourself honey, Jay in his own way is as powerful and special as you are or he would NOT be here to be your first.”

“My ears are burning!” Jay said as he returned. “I hope you Ladies weren’t filling her head with any wrong ideas.” He quipped as he hung the bag and pulled up from the sides of the bed a pair of padded stirrups and attached them in place.