The days and nights in Paradise flowed smoothly and Cindy was amazed at how quickly she became comfortable with the ebb and flow of sex and love that seemed part of all things Witchy. She slept late, enjoying Jay and his attentive pleasures.

About the third day or so that they were there her Mom came to her and suggested a walk. They strolled down the beach and for a while passed the time with idle chat. Cindy knew that there was something on her Mom’s mind but she wasn’t in a hurry to hear it incase it was unpleasant.

Finally she got to it and said, “Cindy do you find older men less appealing than the ones more your age?”

“Not really Mom; I think Sam is a hunk and Gerry is sexy as hell…To tell you the truth, Dad has even looked awful good lately. Why?”

Sherrie laughed, “Well I assure you that they are all admiring YOUR assets too. Why don’t you give them a tumble? It isn’t good in the Witch world to be too exclusive…we really aren’t wired that way and you need to understand that Jay is old line witch blood, if you try to have a fragilis type relationship with him you are going to get hurt. He has the sex drive of our blood and will need a lot of rope to tie him firmly to you.” Cindy started to deny that she wanted to do that but Sheryl laughed at her and said, “It is obvious to everyone that the two of you are well matched and already bonded. It was the same with me and your Dad Darling but you mustn’t smother him…or yourself. We Witches are lusty breed and unlike the fragilis we don’t try to make sex and love mean the same thing. It is obvious that you and Jay are mad for each other and we are all happy for you but we also worry. You know that jealousy isn’t allowed.”

“I know Mama.” She answered simply. Her cheeks colored but she added anyway, “I sort of like watching Jay with other women. I can’t really SEE him when he is with me. I have thought about Sam and Gerry a lot but…how do you…ask them…other than when we were playing the games?”

Sherrie grinned and without a word held out her hand with her index finger extended as if pointing with the palm up. She curled it up a couple of time and winked seductively then told Cindy, “That is about all that is required of a witchman. They are polite but once they KNOW that they are welcome it is Katy bar the door! You don’t HAVE to say a word, just let them know that their attentions will be welcomed and then let them do all the work. They LOVE it that way.

Also if there is something that you want from or to do to one of them don’t ever hesitate to ask or order. Honey all Witchmen are just needy little boys. You have to spank them to keep them in line but they are all lovable and good. No other kind of man is allowed to breed with a witch. We can’t afford their aggression in our bloodlines. Too easily we could become as the Warlocks and then come to the same ending. As powerful as we are, we are outnumbered millions to one and the Fragilis are not to be trifled with. We live well and without conflict it is our way and the way of our ancestors. Our numbers are stable, there is little need for us in greater numbers but also we must make sure that we keep our bloodlines fresh and stable.”

“Witches seem to spend a lot of time watching out and worrying about who and what kind of person become Witchy. I don’t understand how we haven’t just dwindled away in numbers if we can only have one Witch Daughter apiece.” Cindy wondered.

“Well Dear, it works like this; first we are seldom killed and our children nearly always survive and are healthy. We do occasionally have to strip and ban a potential witch from passing because she is NOT of the right mental or psychological sort to be allowed powers. Say too aggressive or impulsive or maybe though rarely just not bright enough to be allowed entrance. We make them so they can’t access their powers and make their memories such that they can live happy lives as fragilis. They are watched though. Not because of what they might do, but to gather in their first Daughters when the time comes.

Sadly when that has to be done the easiest way is to adjust the minds of them and all concerned that the child was still born. These daughters we bring into the fold and their genes are reclaimed. In only a very few cases the genes that made the mother unfit will breed true and when this happens we make it so the second generation of these genes is the last. I’m sorry if that sounds harsh Cindy, but you can’t imagine the horror of a Bitch Witch out of control. Before we made our traditions and laws some witches really were as evil and nasty as in fairy tales sometimes and they hurt many. It is far better and easier to see that that kind of Witch never passes than to have to deal with them as adults.”

Cindy nodded, “I understand Mom…it just seems so cold and cruel to treat people as if they were cattle and breading stock. Couldn’t they just be…I don’t know, adjusted?”

“It was tried at first Baby. But once a witch comes to power any thing done to her by another witch with a few exceptions can come undone and the results are catastrophic! They are suddenly free and aware and it seems that their aggressive natures are made a hundred times worse by being stifled. Before they pass it is possible to seal their powers away but afterwards…”

“Do they have to be killed?” Cindy asked in a little quiet voice.

“Worse! Killing a witch who is fully aware and fighting is a good way to get a lot of Witches hurt. They are…put away…alone. Someplace nice like this, outside of time but alone forever. We don’t kill our own kind Cindy but in cases like that it would be kinder.”

“Why alone?”

“They weren’t put away because they treated people nice Baby. Who would you want to seal up with someone that hurt people for eternity? Besides they can create facsimiles for company and entertainment. A facsimile has a body created by the witch but the mind is actually a part of the same witch. Think of an invisible playmate that you can put to a body. ”

They walked for a while in silence back towards the Cabanas. Cindy thought about it all and was glad that she had been passed. She realized that sometimes the cost of peace was the freedom of a few. She just hoped that SHE never had to deal with that sort of decision.

Once they were back it wasn’t long before Cindy saw Sam alone out in the surf and decided to try her Mothers suggestion. She caught his eye and then with her best come hither smile she crooked her finger to him and winked. She had to laugh, his face lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning and he came a running to her. Hand in hand they walked to one of the Cabanas where Sam definitely showed her that age did in some things have its advantages.

Sam was a gray fox with the large heavy muscles of a man that has always been in excellent shape. His hair was thick and salt and pepper but that was about the only sign of age that Cindy could detect. His ardor was definitely the match of a young man and his enthusiasm was wonderful as he swept her up into his arms as they entered, and carried her to the bedroom. His cock was thick and hard as a rock but his gentle loving was everything a woman could ever wish for. He laid her back and immediately knelt at the foot of the bed and drew her down to his waiting tongue.

Cindy allowed him to do as he wished and what he wished it seemed was to drive her absolutely insane with desire before allowing himself the pleasure or her passion. He nibbled himself up and down her body and again and again returned to her flower to taste and sip at her nectar. When at last she began to demand his more strenuous attention he slowly, like a tardy little boy eased into place and began to torturously fill her growing need for him. Not until she had passed and re-passed the gates of heaven did he finally answer her demands and then with t terrific passion he took her hard and long until at last she rode him down as a woman almost always does. It was a near thing and when at last his body parted from hers she felt exhausted and more sated than ever in her life.

“Goddess you were wonderful!” She sighed, too exhausted to have even the energy to flatter him but said it as a plain statement of fact.

“I am pleased that My Lady found me pleasing. I do try to please.”

“I don’t see how Marissa ever has the energy to move if this is a sample of your efforts!” This time she did manage a little grin. “Are you always so extravagant in your love making?”

Sam was plainly pleased and even reddened a little. “I admit, that I was especially excited by you…you being a new witch and so obviously a power house. I wanted to put my best…ah…foot forward you might say. Besides you have been with your young buck and I didn’t want to suffer too much in comparison.”

Cindy laughed. It is amazing how she suddenly no longer saw Sam as an “older” man but as just a very, very desirable and talented one. “If THAT wasn’t your best foot, I am not sure I could handle better. I swear I thought I saw St. Peter at the gates a couple of times there. As far as old, well I guess wine isn’t the only thing that improves with age. You at least could easily sport beside a 16 year old boy and leave him exhausted and limp in your dust I believe.”

At last when her legs felt that they could be trusted again they returned to the beach and the rest of the party. Cindy found a moment to whisper her sincere admiration of Marissa’s husband into Marissa’s ear and knew as soon as she did so that it had been the right thing to do.

Marissa grinned widely and hugged her saying, “I do hope you didn’t tell HIM that, he is a Dear but he will be so full of himself I will have to deflate him to find room in the bed with him.”

Cindy laughed and admitted that she had been unable to disguise her admiration, but felt sure Marissa would be more than able to handle him. He was after all such a sweet and gentle Dear.

Jay was no where in site but Gerry was and she headed towards him. She had no intention of tackling him right now but she wanted to open the door and make sure that he knew he was welcome in.