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The Life and CFNM Times of Herbert Smith Ch. 01

(Author's Note: The idea for this story was suggested to me by my number one fan, Kevin, a great guy with the most unique imagination. I hope all my readers enjoy this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it!)

Chapter 1



The Smith family had lived in Point Lookout, North Carolina a good long time. Some residents can attest that the family had settled there just after the Revolutionary War. However, the Point Lookout Chamber of Commerce has a record on file of one "Smythe" family "newly arrived from Manchester, England," on February 24th, 1757, passengers on the British frigate Dulcimer, which landed at Point Lookout on the southern coast of North Carolina during an exceptionally heavy winter storm. John Smythe and his wife Abigail, who was five months pregnant at the time, were seeking a chance at a new life. Somewhere far from their squalid and increasingly debilitating existence lied a land of boundless opportunities, where a man might make his fortune. This new land, this New World, too abundant in promise to ignore, beckoned incessantly until both he and his wife could no longer sanction keeping their feet on English soil. And so they left, with only their courage and Abigail's modest dowry in their possession when they finally set foot on the shore of icy Point Lookout.

John's cousin James Smythe and his wife had settled in Point Lookout two years earlier. It was here that John and Abigail lived while their house was being built, only a few miles from his cousin's farmstead. Abigail's dowry was enough to purchase a twenty-acre plot of rich, fertile farmland upon which the house was to be built, and in less than a month the small, four-room cabin became the couple's new home.

John and Abigail worked hard over the years at making their farm a success, using slaves to perform the difficult labor of picking cotton. As a result, by the time the War of Independence broke out, they were one of the preeminent producers of cotton in all of North Carolina, making enough money to hire dozens of slaves to work the fields.

It was no secret to Abigail that her husband had a keen eye for pretty black girls, and she caught him on more than one occasion exposing himself to one or several of them while they picked cotton. She never said anything to him about it because his fascination with the girls never went beyond him masturbating in front of them. She thought it a most peculiar fetish, but a harmless one, and so she remained silent. But for John, the daily romps in the cotton fields were enervating. He loved jerking himself off in front of the giggling girls, who seemed to really enjoy watching his huge prick fire off gigantic volleys of cum high into the air. But the one thing they loved the most was the size of his member—at full mast, an impressive 13 inches in length. Huge penises seemed to be a hereditary trait in the Smythe family.

As the Revolutionary War raged on, John's cousin James decided to quit the rebellion and take sides with the British. James' Tory sentiments did not sit well with John and Abigail, and as a result, the cousins became ostracized, with John finally making it known that he wanted nothing more to do with the Tory sympathizers. In January of 1774 John officially had his surname changed to the more commonplace "Smith," forever disassociating himself from his cousin, and declaring to all that there was no doubt of where his allegiance lied.

The Smith family business became very wealthy and prosperous in the years following the Revolution, and was the major supplier of clothing for Confederate troops during the Civil War. When machines finally replaced slave labor the business prospered even more, ultimately becoming North Carolina's most prestigious producer of cotton goods. This success continued well into the twentieth century until the Great Depression forced a halt to the family's continued good fortune. By that time the company's stocks had dwindled and most of the family properties had to be auctioned off. However, the Smith General Store, which was started as an ancillary and modest enterprise, continued to be successful, and this success allowed the family to build several more stores in and around Point Lookout. During succeeding generations, a multi-mega corporation bought out the company, with the Smith family retaining 51 percent share of the company's holdings. The Smith family—rich, powerful, and with an eye to the future—seemed to have it made.

Herbert Smith, the latest incarnation of the quirky, fetishistic male line, was born on July 4, 1991. His mother, Helen, had died several years earlier in a boating accident, leaving his father Michael heartbroken. At 18, he was the youngest of three brothers, the other two, Frederick and William, being 20 and 22 years old, respectively. Herbert was the complete antithesis of his two older brothers. Gawky and bookish, and the shortest in stature at 5' 7", he had none of his sibling's fascination with cars, sports, and fast living. Although he did share Frederick and William's passion for the opposite sex, he was always awkward around girls, lacking confidence in himself and therefore unable to form any real attachments. It wasn't as though girls didn't find him attractive—they did. In fact, he was the most handsome of all the brothers, but unlike his gregarious and extroverted counterparts, he found his comfort in music and books, eschewing parties and almost all types of social gatherings where he might become the focus of attention.

But beyond the more apparent reasons for Herbert's semi-withdrawal from the world lie another vastly important consideration—one which was as much a part of his psychological makeup as it was a fact of anatomy: Herbert had a 15-inch penis. This abnormality was a daily reminder to the boy that the tube of flesh that hung between his legs would forever preclude him from having a normal sexual life and, even worse, make him the laughingstock of any females unfortunate enough to lay their eyes on it. His mother was the only woman ever to have seen his penis erect. And that was by accident. Helen Smith was a woman of 44 years of age. A tall, slender, brunette beauty, she was a kind and loving woman, but tended to have a stern personality. She warned her son that such a penis would prove problematical in his relationships with girls and that he should never expect any girl to become involved with him without him fully disclosing the truth about his "freak of nature". If there was any overarching reason why Herbert had become dysfunctional around girls, it was his mother's use of the word "freak" that most inculcated his young mind towards sociopathy. His brothers frequently kidded him about his "size," but such frivolity was usually reserved for when the three of them were alone. That they were circumspect about his condition did much to alleviate his anxieties, but his insecurities could not be assuaged. He knew his penis would always be a problem, and it would be so for the rest of his life. His mother may have died, but the legacy she left her son was not a healthy one.

Herbert's father was a man whose business took him to all parts of the globe. He was the CEO of Smith Industries, a company that had grown from its modest beginnings as a clothing manufacturer to producing a vast array of correlated goods, such as thermal clothing, heat-retardant flight suits, and protective underwater gear capable of withstanding enormous pressures. Michael himself had invented some of these types of apparatus and held over one hundred various patents. After Helen died, he threw himself into his work, taking on more and more assignments that often forced him to spend a great deal of time overseas. However, it was during one of the increasingly rare occasions when he found himself home that he had the good fortune to meet and fall in love with a beautiful woman attorney whose family lived in Raleigh, and had a similarly respected lineage as his own. Her name was Constance Ainsworth and she was a divorced mother of three young girls: Fiona, Lillian, and Amy, who were 21, 19, and 18, respectively. All three girls were blonde, like their mother, and each one just as beautiful. Herbert remembered the first time he had met Constance and her daughters. It was a month before the marriage ceremony and he was overcome with his soon-to-be stepmother's great beauty and charm. She reminded him a lot of Helen—tall, aristocratic, and proud, but without the sternness that prevailed in his mother's behavior. Constance was all fun and spontaneity—something the Smith household desperately needed. So it was with no small sense of gratitude that Herbert and his brothers welcomed their new stepmother and her equally intriguing daughters into their home.

Helen had taught her three sons to be courteous and deferential when it came to women. She demanded obedience and respect from the boys, and they gave it to her unconditionally. It was by sheer force of her personality that she retained such control over them, and it was not always easy to do so, especially once they reached their preteen years. But her perseverance in this respect paid off handsomely: she had raised three civilized young men of whom she could be proud.

Despite those rare occasions when the boys misbehaved, she never had to employ corporal punishment. This was left to Michael, if it was at all deemed necessary, which it rarely was. Helen thought that a system of rewards was far more effective than the strap, and that praise and encouragement were superior forms of conditioning than abusive words or behavior. In this she was proven correct, because each of the boys, and in particular Herbert, was always polite and respectful to everyone, especially any females with whom they may come into contact. Friends, family, and visitors to the home would often remark how well behaved and courteous all three boys were, and this had made Helen very happy indeed.

Immediately following the marriage, Constance and her daughters moved into the Smith estate. During the first few weeks she and the girls slowly became acclimated to their new, and far more luxurious, surroundings. She and her husband had divorced five years earlier, and she had raised the children on her own. The girls themselves were models of perfection; tall, graceful, and beautiful, their similar physiognomies offset by a dissimilarity in temperament that was more a matter of degree than of kind, which is to say that although each of them were possessed of a willful and determined nature, their likes and dislikes varied greatly. In the months to come, Herbert and his brothers were to experience firsthand just how willful and determined these girls really were.

Herbert's indoctrination into the world of CFNM fetishism began in a most unexpected way. One day he had been sitting by the pool in the backyard when Amy came casually waltzing by with a glass of lemonade in her hands. He had never seen the girl in a bikini before and it gave him quite a jolt. Although she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday only a few weeks before, her body retained nothing of the girlish baby fat so common in girls her age. Her high cheekbones, pouting lips, and large, liquid blue eyes, coupled with her tiny waist, long, shimmering blonde hair, and graceful, athletic legs, combined to form an essence of womanly loveliness that served as an immediate aphrodisiac to the insecure young boy. He watched her intently as she placed her glass on the table and then sat down a short distance away from him, thrusting her luscious limbs in front of her to catch the sun's rays. He was absorbed by her lithe, cat-like movements, so emblematic of the trait shared by her mother and sisters. For a while she said nothing, content to simply close her eyes and raise her head up toward the sun.

The simple fact that such a goddess was sitting within arms reach would be enough to drive any man to distraction. But in Herbert's case, her presence enjoined a much more vivid response: he got a huge hard on.

He didn't mean for it to happen, but it seemed his penis had a mind of its own. Slowly he felt the huge monster within his bathing suit start to grow, and the only thing he could do was to throw his towel over his lap to conceal it. Thankfully, Amy's eyes were still closed, but he could not stop staring at her even though he knew that in doing so he would only exacerbate his problem.

She was indeed beautiful. For the nearly two months that Constance and her children had lived in the Smith home, he had observed mother and daughters closely (as he knew his brothers had also done), finding them congenial and kind, although somewhat elusive and even, at times, distant. The girls, especially Fiona and Lillian, seemed to have more in common with Frederick and William and spent more time with them than they did with him. But Amy seemed to genuinely like Herbert and often sought out his company. Herbert thought this was due to them being both the same age, but it was also because Herbert actually listened to what Amy had to say, unlike her older sisters and his brothers who saw her simply as someone who was too young to be taken seriously.

Now, as she sat before him in all her resplendent glory, drinking in the sunlight as if it were some rare form of rejuvenating tonic, he tried to forget that she was his stepsister and imagined himself licking the underside of her dainty little feet, absorbing each pretty toe within his mouth one by one and lavishing his utmost attention upon them. He knew he shouldn't be thinking of her in such a vulgar way, but it was the very idea that he could think such sinful thoughts that made his libidinous imaginings so utterly enthralling. As he sat there contemplating how wonderful it would be to lick and suck those delicious, inviting toes, Amy opened her eyes and caught him staring down at her feet.

"Is there a bug on me?" she asked, drawing both of her legs back.

"No," Herbert replied, annoyed at himself for having been caught staring.

Amy smiled wryly. "Then what were you looking at?"

"Nothing."

Herbert knew Amy was no fool. In fact, she was far more astute and intuitive than either of her sisters. This was one quality she shared in abundance with her mother.

"Nothing…right." Amy took a sip of lemonade and once more extended her legs in front of her. She then reached for a tube of sunscreen and held it toward Herbert. "Well? Would you like to do the honors?"

She had never asked him to do anything for her, let alone touch her body. He felt thrilled at the idea of running his hands over her legs, but he paused nervously, knowing that he couldn't stand up without revealing his erection. The opportunity to actually make physical contact with this beautiful girl was overwhelming, but his sense of shame was more powerful still.

"I'd like to but I can't right now," he said.

She looked him straight in the eyes, the edges of her mouth lowering into a frown. "What do you mean, you can't? Or don't you want to be bothered?"

He felt her gaze cut right into his soul. "No, it's not that. I really can't. That's all."

For a few moments she simply looked at him, pondering his vague expression. Then she burst into laughter. "Oh, now I get it! This has to do with us being a family—it's the stepbrother/stepsister thing, right?"

Herbert jumped at her incorrect conclusion. "It would make me feel uncomfortable."

"You know, we're not related by blood, Herbert. So you really shouldn't feel uncomfortable at all."

"I guess so," he replied, feeling foolish.

"So, come on," she said, holding the tube of cream in front of him once more. "Do your 'sister' a favor."

She said this with such delightful coyness that Herbert couldn't refuse. Thinking quickly, he moved his chair toward her without having to stand up. With only a few moves, he had positioned himself so that he was directly facing her. "Okay, put your legs up."

Amy happily complied, raising one leg, then the other onto Herbert's bony knees. She then thrust the sunscreen into his hand. "Get to work, brother!"

He took the tube from her and drew out a large blob of cream onto his palm. He then rubbed his hands together briskly and began to apply the sunscreen to her right foot. As soon as he made contact with her skin he felt his penis expand to new heights.

"Mmm…"she said, contentedly. "That feels nice."

"You have great skin," he said, feeling the need to compliment her.

Amy watched him rub the lotion over and in between her toes. "You think so? I always thought my skin was kind of dry."

"I don't think so," he said, concentrating on the area just above her ankle.

Amy studied his handsome face and smiled. She loved being appreciated—especially when that appreciation was shown by boys.

Herbert's prick was now at full mast. Heavy with semen from not having ejaculated for over a week, he knew that it wouldn't take much to get him off. If Amy even moved her foot so much as an inch or two toward his erection, he might lose control and cum right there in his bathing suit. He had to focus his mind on other things.

"You know my dad is going away for three months, don't you?" he said.

"I know. Mom told me."

"He'll be in England most of the time, and then he's going to Germany, France, and Italy. I wish I could go with him."

"I'd love to go to Europe," she said, as she watched Herbert apply lotion to her other leg. "I think the Europeans are much more civilized than we are."

Herbert laughed. "I think you make a good point."

As he continued to assiduously concentrate his efforts on the young girl's graceful limbs, the towel, which had previously been his only source of protection from her penetrating gaze, had fallen onto the patio floor. Suddenly he was gripped with fear.

Looking down at the towel and then at Amy, he realized his secret was out. Bad enough that he had an erection at all, but the size of his penis, now unabashedly revealed through the fabric of his tight-fitting bathing suit, made her gasp with disbelief.

"Oh, my God!" she cried. "Please don't tell me that thing is real!"

The abomination he had managed to successfully conceal from all the females in the household for the past two months was now exposed. Herbert hurriedly reached for the towel and placed it in his lap. He felt like his penis had betrayed him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he repeated over and over again. He held the towel in front of him and removed her legs from his knees. Rising to his feet he apologized profusely to the startled young girl.

Amy's expression changed abruptly from one of incredulity to one of amused curiosity. "It's okay. It's okay," she said, trying to calm him down. "I know all about it. I just didn't really believe…"

"You know about me?" asked Herbert, his voice full of agitation.

"It's kind of like, common knowledge, you know."

He swallowed hard. "Common knowledge! Are you kidding me?"

"I thought you knew."

"I can't believe this! It was Frederick and William, right? They had to go and open their big mouths! God forbid those guys should ever keep a fucking secret!"

"It wasn't them," she said calmly.

"Then who told you? Who was it?"

She paused before answering, hoping the delay might lessen the blow. "My mother told me—and my sisters."

Herbert looked at her in disbelief. "Your mother?"

"Your father told her and she told us."

Herbert's erection had disappeared, deflated, just like his ego. "My old man. I don't believe it. Why would he do that to me?"

"Don't be too hard on him, Herbert. My mother caught you once in your room masturbating. Your door wasn't locked and she thought you were out. She asked your father about you and he told her. She has a way of getting what she wants."
Herbert sat down on the chair feeling lost and betrayed. "This is so fucking embarrassing. I mean it's bad enough having a monstrosity for a penis, but to have your stepmother catch you jerking off like that…God, I just want to die."

"Oh, come on. Don't be ridiculous. So you have a huge dork. So what? Most guys would kill to have one like yours."

Herbert was both surprised and titillated by her extremely candid remark. There was no doubt that she was quite precocious for her age, but the use of the word 'dork' took him completely by surprise. "No," he continued. "Not one like mine. You haven't…"

"I haven't what?"

"You haven't, you know, seen it."

Amy chuckled. "No, but it's not easy to hide a package like that. Anyway, my mother has seen it, and she says it's a whopper."

Herbert had to laugh despite himself. "She's got that right. And she caught me jerking off in my bedroom! How am I going to face her now?"

"It happened two months ago. Relax. She's cool with it, you know? And you should be too."

"Really? You seem to act like it's no big deal."

Amy suddenly became silent. She reached for her glass of lemonade and took a few gulps. Herbert noticed that she took her time responding, as if she were undecided as to what she should say. She looked up at him and then resumed applying sunscreen to her leg at the same point where he unexpectedly left off. The moment of indecision was over. "It really is no big deal to me or to my mom or my sisters. We see naked guys all the time."

It wasn't so much that she said what she said, but rather the intonation of her voice that made Herbert's heart skip a beat. It was he who now cast a penetrating glance in her direction. "What do you mean you see naked guys all the time? Are you putting me on?"

"No," she replied in a somewhat blasé fashion. "My mother decided that now that your father will be away for a long time that we run things a little differently around here."

Herbert gave her a puzzled look. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Have you ever heard of a fetish called 'CFNM'?" she asked him.

"I know about it."

"Well, my mother and my sisters actually live the CFNM lifestyle."

Herbert knew about CFNM. He had tons of pictures and videos of CFNM-related content on his computer and jerked off to those images frequently. In one respect he was thrilled to know that his stepmother and stepsisters shared his interest in this unique fetish, but on the other hand, he was shocked and totally unprepared for the girl's frank admission about her knowledge of the subject. "What does that actually mean—'live the CFNM lifestyle'?"

"It means that we enjoy being clothed while having naked men around us. We have CFNM parties all the time. Well, at least we used to until we moved here. It's like the ultimate power trip for a woman. The guys are like kind of our personal servants, you know? We keep them nude and kind of boss them around. But they love it. And you and your brothers are going to love it to."

She said this with all seriousness, but Herbert thought it was all some elaborate joke. "You're kidding me, right?"

Amy laughed. "No, I'm serious. You and your brothers were raised to treat women like queens. Your mother did a great job there. It's going to make it a lot easier for us to get you naked and keep you naked. Don't worry. I told you you're going to love it."

Herbert didn't quite know what to make of it all. Was this girl for real? Or was she playing games with him? "You really expect me…"

"And your brothers too," she cut him off.

"You really expect me to walk around the house naked just for your pleasure?"

"Well, don't you want to? I think it would be lots of fun."

"You think it would be fun?"

"And you would too! You get to cater to our every whim and we repay you by letting you walk around naked for us. And if you're good boys we might even let you jerk your dorks for us. Doesn't that sound good to you?"

Herbert howled. He knew when he was being put on. "Ha! Good one! Nice try, Amy!"

"I'm not kidding."

"CFNM is a fantasy. It's doesn't happen in real life."

"Oh, really? Well, you're going to find out," she replied emphatically.

The finality in her voice bothered him. Could it be possible that Constance and her daughters really did practice CFNM as a way of life? And if so, did his father know about her predeliction for playing the dominant female in a house full of nude males? He, of course, would never kowtow to his stepmother's demands to walk around the house without clothes on just to satisfy her whim. And he knew his brothers would laugh at the suggestion as well. The whole idea was completely outrageous. Yet, something about exposing himself to them, with his enormous penis jutting out obscenely in front of him, was powerfully alluring.

Herbert watched as Amy's beautifully manicured hands applied lotion to her arms. She rubbed the liquid in with slow, deliberate strokes, looking up at him frequently to gauge his reactions. She knew that one day soon he would be standing in front of her and her mother and sisters completely nude, subservient to their combined will. The thought of it made her shudder with excitement.

For Herbert's part, he felt himself fighting a losing battle. The behemoth in his pants was once again stirring, unexpectedly turned on by the assuredness of the girl's attitude. He was experiencing a strange phenomenon that occurred to him only in his most secreted universe: that the epitome of his sexual capacity could only be realized once he had surrendered himself to a woman's power. He wanted to be controlled by this effervescent beauty who now sat beside him so self-assured and proud. He wanted to devote his entire life to making her happy. He wanted to be her footstool. And he knew that she knew! Suddenly the bulge in his bathing suit bespoke of what was going on in his mind. Without hesitation, Amy took her right foot and placed it on top of his cock. Herbert fell back, shocked at her unexpected gesture.

"What are you doing?" he blurted out.

"Playing," she replied, waving her foot in the air. "Why don't you just take it out and beat it off for me?" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I've been dying to see it anyway."

"You have?"

"Of course. Come on. Take it out and jerk it for me."

Herbert realized that this was an opportunity that only a fool would squander. Her desire to see him masturbate for her was real and suddenly he felt his inhibitions dissipate into thin air. "I want to, Amy. I really want to," he replied reaching for her foot with his hand and moving it up and down over his penis. "Christ, you are so beautiful."

She smiled ever so faintly. "I want to watch you shoot your cum."

"My cock is really big. I'm warning you. You might be shocked. It might turn you off."

Amy took her other foot and tried to force down this bathing suit. "Turn me off? Are you crazy? I love huge fucking cocks. I love big balls too. They hold lots of sperm."

The lewd dialogue and the girl's unapologetic demeanor were driving Herbert up the wall. If he didn't do something soon, he felt that her words alone might be enough to push him over the edge. He pulled off his bathing suit and let his huge prick fall out. Amy gasped.

"Fuck!" she cried. "That thing is beyond enormous!"

"I told you. I warned you!" Herbert exclaimed, turning away from her.

"No, no, it's all right. God, it's so fucking big!"

Herbert thought that most girls would have screamed and run away at this point, but Amy sat there unabashed, both amazed and captivated by his outstanding specimen.

"Turn around Herbert. Let me see it."

"You're not going to make fun of it are you?"

"Make fun of that?" she replied. "Of course not. Now turn around."

Herbert did as he was told.

"Have you ever measured it?" she asked him.

"Yeah," he replied. "It's exactly fifteen inches long."

"Fifteen inches," she muttered. "And your balls. They're huge too!"

He lifted up his scrotum to give her a better view. "You said you liked them big."

Amy laughed aloud. "I do. Fiona told me that guys who have big balls always shoot the biggest loads."

"Is that true? I never heard of that one."

"Well," she giggled, "we're going to find out very soon, aren't we?"

Herbert nodded in agreement. "I haven't cum in over a week," he stated without embarrassment.

"Good," she replied. "I love it when guys do that multiple spurt thing. Can you do that?"

"I don't know."

"Well, don't worry about it. Just give me a huge fucking load—lots of squirts and spurts. I love that!"

Herbert began stroking his cock furiously. Already pre-cum was dripping from the tip of his huge organ. He was so horny now that all it would take is a few more hard pulls and the semen would be on its way.

"I never thought I'd be doing this in front of such a beautiful girl like you," Herbert said in all earnestness.

"Give me everything you have," Amy said, watching his every stroke with fascination. "Don't hold anything back."

At this point it would have impossible for Herbert to do any such thing. Feeling the sperm rush up into his shaft, he thrust his hips forward and cupped his hand around the tip of his prick, focusing on the tender sliver of flesh just under the glans—his most sensitive point. His orgasm hit him like a freight train.

The first thing he was aware of was not the long, thick jet of sperm that jettisoned from the tip of his cock, but Amy's wild laughter at seeing that same rope of cum arc up and away into the nether regions of the rock garden. It was a monumental blast that he could have never imagined.

"Yes!" Amy cried. "Go Herbie! Let's see it!"

As if in compliance with her command, Herbert's prick roared back and fired several sticky wads of hot cum high up into the air, followed by another burst of cream that actually found its way onto the girl's legs. She shouted with glee when she saw Herbert's hot white cum splash onto her thighs, rubbing the semen into her skin as if it were sunscreen.

Herbert's hands were covered in sperm and yet he continued to fire off huge ropes of cum one after another. Amy was delighted at seeing such a splendiferous amount of semen being ejaculated all for her amusement.

"This is so cool!" she laughed as Herbert shot off several more rounds of spunk, which landed on the patio floor in front of him.

Finally, his orgasm subsided. He fell into a chair, exhausted and sweaty but feeling more alive than he had ever been. "I don't think I've ever cum like that in my whole life," he managed to say between breaths.

"I guess my sister was right," Amy said, amazed at all the sperm that coated the patio. "Guys with big balls do cum a lot more."

After Herbert had a chance to relax, he and Amy began talking about more mundane subjects. However, once the conversation turned to CFNM, Herbert found that his penis once more began to get hard. Amy knew what was happening right away.

"All this talk about CFNM really turns you on I can see," she said pointing to the bulge in his bathing suit.

"I guess so."

"Take it out again. I want to jerk it off."

"Really?" Herbert asked, his entire body tingling with anticipation.

He started to remove his bathing suit.

"No, let me do it," she said, putting a hand on either side of his bathing suit and pulling it down to his ankles. She laughed when she saw his huge tool pop into view only inches from her lovely face. "I'm going to drain this monster of every bit of sperm."

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you've done this before."

"Are you kidding?" she replied. "I've jerked off lots of guys, but mostly when my mother throws one of her CFNM parties. She likes to watch me do it. Now just stand there and be quiet. Let me see if I can get my hands around this fucking pole of yours."

Herbert couldn't believe what he was hearing. Constance liked to watch her daughter masturbate men! What a pervert she must be! But as much as he found her admission shocking, he was also thrilled at the idea of the same thing happening to him! What a far cry from his own mother these women were!

As Amy began stroking his cock all other thoughts quickly evaporated from his mind. It actually took both of her hands to perform the masturbation, but she soon had him losing control. It only took all of thirty seconds to get him to cum. On one of her upward pulls, the fifteen-inch monster prick released another torrent of hot, white seed, shooting high up into the air above Amy's head. She followed the creamy ejaculate with her eyes, watching it splash down on the patio only a few feet from where she sat.

"I love the feel of your cock!" she said as she gave him three quick tugs, sending yet another load of stringy semen chasing the one before it.

Herbert was experiencing a most unique mind/body displacement. It was as if this girl had taken complete control of his body and that his mind was elsewhere watching the proceedings from afar. He watched his prick shoot out continuous streams of cum, provoked by the girl's unrelenting handjob. But he couldn't believe that it was his own body. He didn't know that his body was capable of producing so much sperm. He didn't know that he was capable of feeling the intense pleasure he was receiving from those amazingly lovely hands of hers. It was a revelation that he had never could have hoped for in a million years. And yet here he was—her captive, her devoted servant—willing to do anything for her, so long as her hands kept pleasuring him.

Amy laughed as another one of Herbert's incredibly long bursts sailed out toward the pool. She had counted at least a dozen or more ejaculations and couldn't believe any guy could hold that much cum in his balls.

" Keep it going, baby!" she said, stroking his prick up and down very quickly.

Herbert let go with another set of multiple orgasms, each successive rope of sperm falling a bit shorter than the one before. And then it was over.

"Jesus, man," she said. "Unbelievable load!"

She took her towel and wiped the sperm from her hands.

"That was fucking incredible. I didn't know I had it in me."

"I thought you might," she said. "God, my hands are tired!"

Herbert wiped the semen from his cock and hands and pulled up his bathing suit. He was in no hurry to cover up his prick and no longer felt any embarrassment at being nude in front of Amy. She admired the way he handled his semi-erect phallus, moving it deftly with one fluid motion into his bathing suit.

"Let's not tell anyone about this okay?" she said to him.

"No problem. It will be our secret."

"Oh, and one other thing," she said, as she picked up her glass and started to walk toward the house. "Don't get it into your head that you're ever going to fuck me. That's never going to happen. I'm still a virgin and I intend to remain that way."

After Amy left, Herbert took the garden hose and washed away all evidence of his lust. His mind was still in a state of mild shock. It would take days before he could really comprehend everything that happened. But this unprecedented event, so unlike anything he had ever experienced, told him that he was on the verge of an epiphany—one that would open up a door into a new and electrifying world where Amy and her sisters, and even Constance too, would be the new mistresses of the Smith household, with all the attendant rights and privileges such an appellation might convey. The thought made him shiver with delight. But best of all, the monkey that had been on his back for so long, first put there by none other than his own mother, was now gone. He needn't be worried any longer that girls would run from him en mass once they encountered his prick face to face. His cock might indeed be a "freak of nature," but it was not something repellant. Amy certainly didn't think so. And that was good enough for him.

As Herbert finished tidying up the patio several pairs of eyes looked down upon him from an upstairs bedroom. They had seen it all, and now they would make their move.

************



"There are going to be some major changes around here," Michael Smith said flatly.

He sat at the head of the dinner table with Constance on his right side and Fiona on his left. Lillian and Amy sat opposite each other while the three boys sat at the further end of the table. Family dinners had become the norm since Constance had arrived. She had insisted on it and Michael was happy to oblige. Herbert liked the fact that these dinners helped to get the family better acquainted, not to mention that he got to spend more time with Amy.

"What kind of changes, dad?" Frederick inquired.

"Well, as you all know, I am leaving for Europe in a few days and I'll be gone for about three months. Constance is going to be in charge and I want you boys to do whatever she says. She's the boss now. You guys got that?"

"Sure pop," Herbert said genially. "No problem."

William shook his head but said nothing while Frederick continued to poke at his steak with a fork.

"Gentlemen?" Michael said, addressing the two boys. "Am I getting through to you?"

"Sure dad," William said not looking up.

"I'm cool," was all Frederick would say.

Michael shrugged. "Look guys, I know you're not happy to see me leave, but I really have no choice. Please don't make it any harder on me than it already is, okay?"

All three boys nodded their affirmation.

"Okay, then," he continued. "I'm going to turn things over to your stepmother."

Michael reached for his glass of wine and took a long swig. He was going to use the word "mother" but his respect for Helen would not allow it. He knew that the boys would never call Constance "mother" in deference to their biological parent. And Constance would never demand it of them. She would use other, subtler, ways to cement the connection between them such that it would not present a disparaging reflection upon Helen's memory.

Meanwhile, Herbert could sense that his father was a little nervous, which was unlike him. Constance, however, was all smiles and self-confidence. He knew something was going on between them but he couldn't put his finger on it. The girls had been very quiet all during dinner and this concerned him because all three of them were quite loquacious otherwise.

"It's no secret that I, and my daughters, have a fondness for dominating men," Constance began. "We have lived here long enough for you boys to know that. And I think Amy proved that to you the other day. Did she not, Herbert?"

"Yes," he replied, sheepishly.

William almost choked on the food he was chewing on. "What? What did she prove?

"Right now you don't need to know the details, and neither do you, Fredrick," Constance replied. "All you boys need to know is that, with your father's approval, this house is going to be run as a CFNM—that's 'clothed female, naked male'—household. From now on, all the men will go around naked whenever my daughters and I tell you to."

Both Frederick and William laughed aloud but Herbert said nothing.

"This is not a joke," Michael said, raising his voice. "Now stop laughing and listen to what she has to say."

"Oh, come on, dad!" William said. "You really expect us to walk around the house nude just because she says so? You must be kidding!"

"He's not kidding," Constance replied. "Your father has come to realize that he has had latent CFNM tendencies all his life. Your mother knew about it but did not understand it. I do. And I intend to make sure you three know it too."

Fredrick and William looked at Michael as if waiting for him to admit that this was all a big joke.

"This is a put on, right?" Frederick asked his father. "Right, dad?"
Michael looked at his son and smiled. "This may sound strange to you Freddie but I've always wanted to be controlled by a woman. I don't mean out there in the business world, but here at home where I can act out my fantasy. Constance and the girls are used to controlling men and I want the three of you to experience this wonderful CFNM life she's talking about."

"But why, dad? Why allow yourself to be manipulated?"

"Don't look at it that way. It's not like you're going to become a slave or anything like that. Although some men do like being totally submissive, I'm not one of them and neither are any of you. Think of it as a switch from a patriarchy to a matriarchy. Women are going to be the ones in command, the ones calling the shots."

William looked puzzled. "Is this a turn on for you pop because I don't get it. Shouldn't a husband and wife share power equally? Why does one have to be superior to the other?"

"That's one of life's great misconceptions. There is no real equality in marriage or any other social system. Men are superior in some things and women are superior in others. Women are the natural communicators and nurturers. They are the ones who should be in control—not us. Men always mess things up because they think with their peckers."

"And that's one of the reasons why there are so many wars," Lillian said. "It's a power trip. Women don't make war."

"And you think by us living this CFNM lifestyle of yours that male aggression is simply going to disappear?" William countered.

"No," Constance replied. "But it can be contained. We have ways to keep you satisfied."

"You mean docile," Frederick said.

Constance smiled. "I prefer 'satisfied'. And you will be. If you'll only give it a chance."

"Look guys," Michael broke in. "I can't control what goes on in the world, but I can control what happens under this roof. I'm asking you, as a favor to me, give it a shot."

"What if we don't want to," William asked.

"Then you don't have to. No one is forcing you. All I want you three to do is give it a try. You might find that you like it. I certainly do."

Herbert had to admit to himself that he had never seen his father so happy ever since he and Constance had been married. For his part he was more than willing to shed his clothes for these beautiful women and he hoped that his brothers would too.

"I'm willing to go along with it," Herbert said, giving a quick smile in Amy's direction. He turned to his brothers. "What about you guys?"

"It's pretty damn weird if you ask me," William said. "But I think I understand where pop's coming from. Sure, I'm in."

"Does this mean that you have to walk around naked too, dad?" Fredrick asked.

"Of course, son. Constance and the girls have seen me naked many times already."

This admission came as quite a shock to all the boys.

"I don't believe it!" William cried. "In front of the girls?"

"Oh, don't be such a prude!" Fiona retorted. "Being naked in front of us is no more offensive than walking around nude in a nudist colony. What's the problem?"

"The problem is that he's not your father," Fredrick said.

"So you're saying you're ashamed to see your father nude?"

"Well, yeah. Wouldn't you be?"

"For your information, Fredrick," Constance said. "The girls have seen their biological father nude on many occasions. It's nothing new to them."

Frederick sighed heavily. "Wow. I'll be damned."

Amy, who had been silent all evening, now chose to speak up. "I think it's time that you had your consciousness raised, Freddie. And you too, William. I suggest that all three of you—and you too, dad—remove all your clothes right now and we'll begin your indoctrination."

"Thank you, Amy," Constance said. "I was just going to suggest the same thing."

"What?" Frederick said, looking uneasy. "Right now?"

"Come on, son. Don't be shy," Michael said as he began to remove his pants and shirt. "Put yourself in the hands of these beautiful and intelligent women. You might actually learn to appreciate what they have to offer."

"I'm not sure I want to take off my clothes just yet," William said nervously.

"This is not some kind of experiment in terror," Constance assured him. "Just pretend you're at a nudist beach and everyone, and I mean everyone, around you is completely nude. There's no shame in it. Trust me."

"Well, I don't see you making any attempt to take off your clothes."

"You're missing the point," Michael said. "In the CFNM way of life it is the men, and only the men, who are naked. The women always remain clothed. It is the symbol of their mastery over us. Now do as your stepmother says and take off those damn clothes."

Within minutes Michael was completely nude, standing unashamedly before Constance and her daughters. His sons, with the exception of Herbert, wouldn't even look at him. Reluctantly, William and Frederick removed their clothing, choosing to remain seated as they did so to prevent the women from seeing their genitals.

"I don't see what the problem is," Amy said to William, who was taking his time removing his underwear. "I've seen Herbert's equipment up close and none of you guys can measure up."

"Ha!" Michael laughed. "I don't think there is anyone in this entire state, maybe the entire country, who can measure up to my boy."

As he said this Herbert's fifteen-inch prick sprang into view as his underwear fell to the floor. "I used to be ashamed of my dick," he said looking down upon it. "But Amy made me feel special. I don't care if anyone calls me a 'freak' anymore."

And with that he moved his hips back and forth rapidly so that his enormous appendage bobbed up and down. Everyone laughed.

"You two should listen to your brother," Constance said to William and Frederick, who were still slowly removing the last of their underwear. "In the CFNM way of life, no man is judged by the size of his dick—only by how he treats his mistress."

"Yes, your majesty," William replied with mock seriousness, as he tossed his underwear into the air.

Constance and the girls had never seen him or Frederick naked, and they were surprised to see that he had a pretty sizeable weapon of his own.

"Nice!" Fiona remarked, eyeing William's semi-erect cock.

"And what do you ladies think of this?" Frederick said, as he whipped his own 10-inch meat stick out.

"That's nice too!" Lillian observed. "He's got big balls too, mom."

Constance giggled. "I can see that. In fact they all do. That's a good sign."

"Of what?" Frederick asked.

"That you guys are probably fully loaded and big shooters."

"Well I know of at least one guy who is!" Amy said, casting her glance upon Herbert. "A really big shooter!"

A few months ago and Herbert would not have been caught dead standing naked in front of anyone, especially a woman. But now, his fears allayed by Amy's unconditional acceptance of his unique physical qualities, he stood proudly with his legs slightly apart, his prick on show for all to see.

"Now what do you want us to do?" Frederick asked Constance.

"I suggest that all of us go out onto the patio. It's so lovely tonight and I think all of us could use some after dinner drinks." She turned to Michael. "Why don't you and the boys prepare everyone some drinks and then we'll get started."

"Of course, my love," Michael said, kissing Constance on the lips. "Anything you want. Let's go guys."

"Uh, dad," Herbert asked his father. "What did she mean by 'we'll get started'?"

"Your stepmother is going to give us an idea of how she is going to run things around here from now on. She may even ask us to perform tonight, so be ready."

"Perform? What does that mean?"

"Masturbation, Herbie. She may want us all to relinquish our precious seed in service to her whim."

"Like Amy had me do the other day?"

"Exactly. You have to please your mistress and do as she says. And sex is a major part of CFNM. Don't be afraid. You already have a head start on your brothers. Just relax and enjoy it."

Herbert couldn't help but feel that he was dreaming. He was already primed for what was going to take place next because he had a shared CFNM experience with Amy, who if not laying it all out for him at once, at least gave him an indication of what the CFNM lifestyle was about, and what was expected of him. His father, too, had been indoctrinated by Constance and was equally unabashed. But his brothers had no idea what they were in for. In fact, he thought it a bit strange that neither Frederick nor William really put up much of an objection to going naked in front of the women. He could only surmise that the Smith psychological need to practice fetishism was not confined to only one or two of the male side of the family, but in its own egalitarian way was shared by all.

When all the drinks had been brought out to the patio and the women attended to, Constance asked Michael and his sons to sit down while she explained to them what their roles would be in the new order of things. She made it clear that this was a voluntary decision on their part, and that none of them would be made to feel uncomfortable if they wished not to be a part of her CFNM lifestyle.

"But I will have you know gentlemen that if you decide not to play by my rules, then you will not be invited to take part in all the CFNM parties and events that I will be hosting."

"Damn, I wouldn't want to miss that guys," Michael said to his sons. "It sounds like a hell of a lot of fun."

"It is," Constance agreed. "Very much fun, indeed. The girls can tell you."

"The stripper parties are the best," Amy assured them. "Those black guys are huge! We get them to cum inside champagne glasses and dishes…"

"Okay, okay," Constance said interrupting her. "All that will come later. Now, let me begin by laying down some ground rules."

END OF CHAPTER 1

(To Be Continued.)

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