The Daniels Girls

Sonia, June, Caleb, Kathy, and Mary sat on the huge couch in the den facing the cameras. Melissa decided against using the foyer room because it would prevent them sitting together. She claimed having them sit apart would imply their relationship wasn’t as strong as it should be. June and Kathy slowly stroked Caleb’s cock as they answered the reporter’s questions.

That had been June’s idea. She figured if they had his cock out, and kept it nice and hard, the reporters would be distracted and not pressure them if they deflected any answers to their questions. It was working better than they had hoped. Melissa had to keep prompting them to ask questions.

Caleb was impressed by how quickly Melissa had been able to arrange the press conference. He didn’t know that the various media outlets were just waiting for a call from Melissa. She didn’t need Kathy's order that the reporters should all be women. She had already told them that days ago.

The smell of hungry wet pussies filled the room, making Caleb's dick even harder. He had no doubts that the reporters were all hoping for a stretch. The contrast between them was enlightening to him though. The ones from the television networks were all beautiful and trim women, which explained partly how they got their jobs. The newspaper and magazine reporters were less so. They weren’t bad looking, but it was a clear difference.

“- so that’s why we kept it a secret. So far, less than half of Caleb’s harem can use magic, and we are all beginners except for my mom.” Kathy explained as she slowly stroked the top half of his shaft. The wet sound of her precum coated hand sliding along his shaft was clearly audible.

Melissa’s friend Joan was the least distracted, and had fielded most of the questions so far. She had attended previous orgies and experienced Caleb’s cock before. She wanted another turn with it, but her desire wasn’t as overwhelming as it was for the others. She already had an open invitation to their next orgy. Caleb pointed to her when she raised her hand.

“Mary, you said Kathy didn’t inherit magic from you. How did you know? And what determines whether a witch's child does or not?”

Mary crossed her legs showing off a good bit of her thigh. They had dressed to look a bit sexy for the cameras, and Mary had chosen a short skirt combined with a low cut blouse. “There is a spell that allows me to sense mana in others. When a witch gives birth, the mana in her breast milk is what builds the baby's mana pool. When the girls enter puberty, they gain the first trickle of mana to fill their pools. However, when my daughters hit that stage in their lives, none of them gained that first trickle. That isn’t unusual for children of a man that isn’t a stretcher of women. Caleb being a Stretcher King means all the witches he breeds will have children that will become witches. All of the women in the harem will breastfeed of course. And any witch’s milk can build an infant's pool. My aunt helped to breastfeed me and built my pool since my mother also never gained any magic. Kathy’s pool was ready to be filled, but like my other daughters, when she entered puberty nothing happened. It was Caleb’s blessing that gave her that first bit of magic she needed to become a witch.”

“Cora! Cora! Come look at this! Your mom and sister are on TV with Caleb!”

Cora came out of her room in her pajamas. She had been about to take her Caleb dildo for a spin when she heard her roommate call her. She was horny as hell and needed to get laid. Seeing Kathy and June reaching into Caleb’s black bar covered lap obviously jerking Caleb’s cock on the news only made her need a good fucking even more.

She sat on the couch next to Lisa while their other roommate Jessica came out of the kitchen to join them. Jessica did a double take when she saw the censorship bar over Caleb’s lap and torso. “Holy fuck that thing is huge. Damn I always thought it was a trick with the angles, or maybe photoshop that made it look so big in pictures, but damn girl. He’s big enough to poke you in the heart through your pussy. Hell, maybe he did. You’ve certainly gone gaga over him.”

Cora laughed at that mental image. “I know. It’s just that he’s so perfect, and his dick is not that damn big, they probably made the block extra large to prevent accidentally showing it. But when he fucks you, you will feel him rearranging your guts. That lady on the left, that’s Sonia. She took him up her ass and loved it. His sister’s girlfriend is the same way. Everyone else is afraid to try, well except his mom’s girlfriend. She wants him to fuck her there, but he didn’t seem to like anal as much as vaginal sex. I’m more like Kathy, no way I want that thing plundering my rear. I wouldn’t shit right for a week.”

They sat and listened for a bit. It only took a few seconds before Cora was stunned. Her baby sister had magic… and her mom too. Cora had discovered her ability shortly after she lost her virginity when she went away to college. At first she thought the feelings she was getting were due to having sex for the first time. But that odd sensation didn’t go away. Then she thought it might be love, and fooled herself into thinking she meant anything to the guy. She figured out that she had magic on a cold winter morning when her car windshield was frosted over, and she accidentally used her magic to melt it.

After that Cora became consumed with reading everything she could about magic. She knew about Kathy’s obsession, and prayed her baby sister would be a witch just like her. But she never told anyone, not even her baby sister, the woman she loved most. She knew it would break Kathy’s heart to learn Cora was a witch, and Kathy wasn’t.

She snapped out of her thoughts and ran for her phone. Her dildo fell off her bed as she leaped onto it and pulled up the contacts screen on her phone. All thoughts of drilling herself with the copy of Caleb’s cock were long forgotten.

“You wanted to see me professor?” Brandy asked as she opened the office door. The two Lotus Sisters that followed her everywhere moved to stand guard.

Professor Jillian Hardesty was not the one who answered. She remained silently standing beside her desk. Instead a tall woman in Sisterhood robes was seated behind it.

The woman from the Sisterhood spoke, “Come in Ms. Daniels. Please, have a seat. This won’t take long.”

Brandy sat but gave the woman a closer look. She was a beautiful lady. Like all Sisterhood Priestesses, her robes were almost form fitting, revealing more than they hid. She had a figure to be envied, with large breasts and a trim waist that flared out to shapely hips.

“My name is High Priestess Erin Zadowski. I understand that you recently applied to take some of your classes online for the foreseeable future, so that you could attend to your new position as a member of Stretcher King Caleb Anders's harem. That request was denied. It seems that your Women Studies professor was the one to reject your request. That issue has now been rectified. In fact, you will not be required to attend any more of this class. You may continue your lessons online, but it will also not be required. You will receive top marks in the class for the rest of the year.”

Brandy was stunned. She looked at Professor Hardesty and said, “But, I don’t understand. Didn’t you just talk about how wrong it is for women to be owned by men in class today? It was like your lesson was specifically about me.”

The professor would not meet her gaze. She looked at her desk, and then at the floor, refusing to meet Brandy's gaze. It finally dawned on Brandy that the professor was upset. Not just upset. She was frightened. The way Brandy’s guards had been acting since that class was beginning to make sense.

Brandy didn’t get a chance to explore that thought before the High Priestess spoke again, “I’m sure you’ve learned about the feminist utopia in class Ms. Daniels. Where many women come together and live the ideal life in an idealistic setting. Where women rule, and men are for breeding and serving women. Being owned by a Stretcher King, and being part of his harem, is a REAL utopia, not your former professors twisted man hating version. It is something to be proud of. You are one of the few women given that honor, to love and be loved by one. Your sister is a Harem Queen, and you have already seen the power she wields over everyone around her. Yes, she receives her power from her King, but I’m sure you know he will never take it from her. She serves him, and in return he provides his services to all the women she brings before him. As Stretcher King, he is the ultimate check on her power. He is a gift to us from the gods, a TRUE alpha male, and deserves to be respected. Your former professor seems to have a perverse attitude about men, and Stretcher Kings in particular. You are going to be living the ideal life. A life women all over the world crave deeply. Don’t be ashamed of what you have, and what you will become.”

Brandy looked back and forth between the two women. Professor Hardesty was a wild contrast to the High Priestess. Her teacher looked terrible, as if her entire world was crashing down around her. It was only then that Brandy noticed the half packed boxes containing the professors knickknacks and books. With dawning realization she was once again stunned. The High Priestess had said 'former professor'. Professor Jillian Hardesty had been sacked.

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