Constance wasted no time explaining what she expected of the three boys in her new CFNM-run household. To Herbert it seemed as if he was entering into a kind of twilight zone world, but without all the attendant horrors that were sometimes a part of that often malignant universe.

As he watched his stepmother proceed through a laundry list of items she had carefully written down on a piece of college-ruled notebook paper, he thought of a woman who would brook no disobedience to her commands, but whose personality was also going to make the adventure fun. He was particularly interested in the parties that were going to take place at the estate. The thought that there were going to be lots of women attending these parties—some as young as Amy—made him very happy. Now that the young girl had helped him overcome his inherent shyness around the opposite sex, the idea of showing off his mammoth cock to a roomful of women filled him with great anticipation.

"And from time to time I may ask you boys to serve our guests," Constance said, looking up for a moment from her notes to cast a supervisory eye over her naked stepchildren. "You will, of course, perform these duties in the nude."

"But what if we happen to get…you know…an erection?" William asked her. "What do we do?"

Constance and the girls laughed. "You carry on with your duties of course, unless one of the guests wants to use your penis for her own use. In that case, you defer to her judgment. If she asks you to do something you personally find objectionable, you come and see me."

Herbert thought that was a fair arrangement. "So we're not like slaves or anything, right? I mean…we can refuse to do something we don't like."

"Of course, Herbert," she replied. "Believe me, after a few drinks some of these women do get a bit wild. They'll ask you to do all kinds of things. But you have the right to say no at all times."

"So we're not talking 'valley of the dominatrix' here are we?" Frederick asked with his usual candor.

"No. Although you will find a professional dominatrix or two, you absolutely do not have to submit to them. But you must behave with respect and courtesy to every woman or girl. I will not tolerate anything less from any of you—and that includes you, too, Michael."

Herbert's father rebuffed the implication. "Me? Oh, come on, Constance. I worship the ground you walk on."

"Yeah," Amy noted. "Is that why you keep her feet so clean?"

The sisters couldn't help stifle a giggle.

"Your stepfather has a foot fetish, so what?" Constance said nonchalantly.

"You do, dad?" Herbert asked, looking puzzled.

"Yes, I do," Michael, replied. "Always did. Your mother never liked to have her feet touched. But Constance loves it when I suck and lick her feet. And I enjoy it very much, myself."

So that's where I get it from! Herbert thought to himself. My desire for women's feet was inherited from my dad!

Upon hearing this, Constance abruptly sat down next to her husband and extended one of her legs toward him. "Since you enjoy it so much, my darling, why don't you go ahead and start sucking. My feet need a good cleaning."

All three boys were somewhat taken aback by her presumption, but Michael thought nothing of it, eagerly getting on his knees and shoving the toes of her right foot straight into his mouth, sucking away with relish.

"That feels so nice!" Constance said, as she watched her husband orally caress one toe after another, treating each one as if it were a precious morsel to be savored.

Lillian and Fiona stared at the spectacle with satisfied smiles while William and Frederick looked on in amused fascination.

"Gee, dad," William said. "I didn't know you had a thing for women's feet."

"Neither did I." Frederick said, watching his father lovingly attend to his stepmother's dainty little toes. "I'm a breast man, myself."

Michael momentarily removed the delectable foot from his mouth. "You don't know what you're missing boys. Constance has the sweetest feet in the entire South."

It was a little disconcerting to Herbert to see his father in such a subservient role. But then he was doing his wife a service that both she and he enjoyed. So who was he to say that his father was really being relegated to a subservient role? It was his father's choice after all.

As he watched his father lovingly and passionately suck on every manicured toe, he felt the same desire beginning to possess him. But in his particular case, he wanted the benefactor to be none other than Amy herself. He stole a glance at the headstrong girl and saw how much she was enjoying his father's loving treatment of her mother's sexy and delicate feet. He noticed too that his other stepsisters, and even his two brothers, were all getting turned on from simply watching Michael's tongue gently skit over each toe, paying special attention to the underside of his wife's feet. Constance was in heaven.

"Oh, God…" she moaned. "Yes, that's it! Lick each one, suck…suck…lick."

Herbert thought that she might be close to having an orgasm, so well did his father perform his oral duties upon her feet. However, if she were truly entering a state of orgasmic bliss, she didn't want to be the only one experiencing it.

"Okay boys," she said to her stepsons' leering faces. "I want each of you to give my daughters the same treatment—now!"

It amused Herbert to see Constance in such a euphoric condition and yet be able to bark out a command as if nothing were amiss. He found this to be particularly erotic. But why he couldn't fathom.

Without breaking his stride, Michael gestured to his sons that they should follow his own example. Before any of the boys could respond, the three girls giggled loudly and wiggled their toes in the air.

"Do as mommy and daddy tell you!" Amy said teasingly, looking directly at Herbert.

"Go ahead, boys." Constance ordered. "Start licking!"

Herbert wasted no time in getting to his knees in front of Amy. He had been dying to get his tongue around those impeccable toes of hers for months, and now his chance had finally come—and being ordered to perform the task made it even more enticing. He noticed that it took a little longer for both William and Frederick to obey Constance's command, but a disconcerted glance from his father sufficed to get both boys on their knees. Fiona literally shoved her foot in William's mouth, making him wince. She only laughed and wriggled her toes even more just to irritate him. Lillian however was quite genteel about the way she approached the idea, allowing Frederick to grasp her foot with one hand while he lowered his open mouth onto her big toe, as if testing some strange food.

Within minutes all three boys were feasting on the smorgasbord of feet placed before them, relishing the heady dish with surprising delight. Even William and Frederick, both of whom had no particular fascination with women's feet, found themselves caught up in the kinky antics demanded of their stepmother. But it was Herbert who really enjoyed sucking and licking Amy's lovely little feet.

"You've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?" Amy said to Herbert as she watched his tongue dart in and out between her toes with methodical devotion.

"Yes," he mumbled, as he sucked her little toe into his mouth. "I love your feet. I love everything about you."

Amy smiled with satisfaction. She knew there was nothing that Herbert wouldn't do for her. Even if William and Frederick tended to regard her as too young to become a permanent part of their world, she knew that Herbert would always be there. And in time maybe her other two stepbrothers would come to realize her true worth and stop seeing her as "just a kid".

"Now isn't this just wonderful?" Constance cooed, rubbing her left foot all over Michael's face while her right foot was buried in his mouth.

"Oh, yes mom!" Fiona laughed. "I love having my toes sucked!"

William looked up at the pretty vixen, enjoying himself despite his initial reluctance to perform this singular service. "I have to say, Fiona, that you really have splendid looking feet. And I'm really not a foot man."

"All my girls have beautiful feet," Constance said with a breathy voice. "The more you devote yourself to them, the more you will come to appreciate them. And that goes for…all of you."

She could barely get the words out. Herbert hadn't noticed it before but his stepmother's right hand was hidden under her dress, feverishly playing with her genitals. He thought she might have an orgasm any time soon.

"It's so nice to be worshipped, isn't it?" Lillian remarked. "To have a man at your feet."

"That's where they belong!" Fiona replied, looking down upon her stepbrother like the stern mistress she could sometimes be. "Keep sucking, William!"

Suddenly Constance let out a loud moan. Herbert turned his head to see his father's tongue avidly sucking on her toes as the woman embarked on a series of powerful orgasms.

"Oh, God!" she screamed, as she threw her head back and locked her legs around Michaels head.

It was quite an astonishing sight, Herbert thought to himself, to watch his stepmother writhe in ecstasy in front of her three children. The woman really had no inhibitions at all it seemed. He thought it an example of shocking depravity for her to behave in such a way but yet, for some reason he could not explain, he also found it extremely erotic. He saw that his father had thought so too. For despite his father's assiduous attention to his wife's toes, he was sporting a huge erection. For the first time in his young life, he had not only seen his father naked, but in an aroused state. The effect of all this was to produce a similar reaction in himself.

"Well, look at you!" Amy said to Herbert. "Like father, like son."

The young girl's eyes lit up when she saw that both Herbert and her stepfather had both achieved huge boners—and all because of their fixation with feet. Herbert felt a bit ashamed that he was not able to contain his excitement, but seeing his own father in a similar condition allayed any discomfort he might have felt.

Constance was coming down from her orgasm, a warm afterglow permeating her body. She removed her foot from Michael's mouth and bent forward to place a kiss on his lips. "It's time," she said.

"Time for what?" Frederick asked her.

"You'll see," Michael replied. "Okay, boys. Get up and stand before your stepmother."

The girls were reluctant to suddenly have their feet go unattended, but they knew what was coming and chuckled amongst themselves.

"Initiation time!" Amy squealed.

All three girls smiled coyly as the boys were made to stand directly in front of their reclining stepmother, the erect penises of Herbert and Michael jutting before them like two parallel flagpoles. William and Frederick were both semi-erect, but soon they too were starting to show signs of life.

"What are we supposed to do?" William wanted to know. "I feel stupid just standing here."

"You won't feel stupid for long," Fiona said with a sly grin.

"Yeah," Lillian said. "Wait until you see what mom's got in mind."

Michael positioned himself between his sons, his prick facing directly in front of his wife's feet. "I know this is going to be strange for you guys," he began addressing the boys, "but your stepmother and stepsisters demand it. And we must obey."

"Obey what?" Herbert inquired. "What do you want us to do, stepmother?"

Constance laughed. "It's very simple, Herbert. You're going to give me a footbath."

"A footbath of sperm!" Fiona giggled.

"Yeah," Amy said. "Mom needs some foot lotion!"

"What?" Frederick asked. "You want us to jerk off on her feet?"

"That's it!" Lillian replied.

All three girls moved from their respective positions so that they could get a better view of their mother's baptism by sperm. Amy stood to the left of Herbert while Fiona and Lillian stood behind Constance.

"This is one of the ways in which you pay homage to me," Constance said to the boys. "You're father has done this many times. It's a gesture of subservience and respect. I hope you have all saved up nice big loads."

Fiona reached under Michael's testicles and giggled. "I think step-dad certainly has!"

Indeed, Michael was so turned on that his twelve-inch prick was now leaking an abundant amount of pre-cum, some of which was already dripping on his wife's toes.

"My, my, look at that," Constance said, as she watched the clear fluid land onto her feet. "I think somebody's ready to launch some seed."

"I...I can't hold back baby!" Michael rasped between clenched teeth.

For Herbert and his brothers this was a landmark event. None of the boys had ever dreamed that they would be witnessing their own father climax right in front of them and the wickedness of it all made Herbert feel both depraved and excited. He watched his father stroke his fat cock until the head swelled to the size of a Portobello mushroom, the tip glistening with pre-cum and ready to fire its full supply of semen.

Constance never took her eyes off Michael's feverishly stroking hand, liking her lips in anticipation of his orgasm. She let the toes of both feet tickle the underside of his scrotum until he could take no further stimulation.

"Give it up, dad!" Amy laughed, as she gave his ass a hard slap.

That was all it took. His prick, rearing back like some piece of artillery, let go with a giant spurt of cum that flew up into the air, striking Constance on her right breast.

"Whoa!" the surprised wife squealed. "Give me more, baby!"

Michael didn't need any coaxing. One after another the thick, creamy ropes splashed all over her body, coating her in his copious seed.

Herbert and his brothers stood transfixed at the sight, watching the multiple shots of cum adorn their stepmother's body as if someone had taken a bottle of hand lotion and was furiously pumping the dispenser up and down at rapid speed. Yet despite this, all three boys continued to stroke their pricks without stopping, so absorbed were they with the incredible spectacle of watching their own father cum.

"What a fucking load!" Lillian said, enjoying the sight of Michael's sperm as it painted wayward designs on her mother's chest, legs and feet. "Go for it, dad!"

In response to the girl's demand, Michael fired off a half dozen more sticky wads of cum, this time directed all over his wife's toes. By the time he was finished, Constance was grinning ear to ear. "That was the biggest load you ever gave me," she said, looking extremely pleased. "What did you think, girls?"

"Fucking cool!" Fiona said.

Lillian shook her head in wonderment. "Look at all that creamy spunk! He really unloaded on you mom."

Amy reached over and took her stepfather's still erect penis in her hands and gave it a tug. "This is a dangerous weapon!" she laughed.

At first Michael was a little surprised by his stepdaughter's unexpected behavior, but he said nothing, knowing that his wife would not disapprove. He grabbed a towel and wiped some of the sperm from Constance's legs and feet and then cleaned the residue of cum from his prick. "Okay, boys," he said as he gingerly stepped aside. "Give your mistress what she wants."

Surprising as it was to them, both William and Frederick were now on the verge of orgasm, dutifully aiming their pricks straight at Constance, who was anxiously awaiting their combined offering.

"This is so fucking depraved!" William blurted out, as his fist flew up and down his greasy pole with alarming speed.

The women couldn't help but laugh aloud at the beet-faced lad and his ridiculous posture. Frederick was no less self-consumed, looking as if he were going to explode any second.

"In this house we demand huge cumshots," Constance reminded the boys. "Right, Amy?"

"Right, mom," Amy replied, her eyes focused on the two boys. "We have a thing for sperm."

"And we like it in huge amounts," Constance said, as she poked her toes into the nut sacks of both of the masturbators.

"I don't think that's going to be a problem, mom," Lillian chuckled. "Look at the size of their balls!"

Fiona agreed. "Big balls, big loads. Guaranteed."

Herbert didn't know which of his brothers had ejaculated first, but whoever was responsible startled Constance with an enormous flying stream that hit her smack on her left cheek, which then ricocheted onto Fiona's arm.

"Oh, my God!" the girl shouted. "He got me!"

She had no sooner uttered these words than the ejaculations began in earnest, sending all the women into hysterics. Multiple streams of cum were now splashing onto the outstretched legs of Constance, who was trying desperately to intercept each arc of hot, sticky spunk with her feet. It was a useless effort. William's prick simply jettisoned one huge arc of spunk after another, all of which missed his stepmother's feet completely and landed on her upper leg. Frederick's cock also seemed to have a mind of its own, sending one creamy spurt of cum after another onto Constance's thighs.

"Okay, boys," she said, watching the confluence of sperm upon her legs with delight. "Give me everything you have in those young balls of yours!"

Her words were like fuel to the young masturbators, both of whom were eager to please their new mistress. With astonishing alacrity, both William and Frederick complied with their stepmother's command and sent forth another salvo of hot semen, both loads splashing into the toes of her right foot. Constance was delighted. "That was splendid! Simply splendid!" she said, rubbing her two feet together to play with the sperm.

"I see they take right after their father!" Fiona observed.

Michael smiled. "It seems they do."

When both boys had finished ejaculating they quickly made room for their younger brother, who was now preparing to add his own creamy contents to the mix.

"I think I know who's going to shoot the biggest load of all!" Amy giggled, as she suddenly grabbed Herbert's cock and gave it three short bursts and a long pull. "Can I stroke it, mom? Please?"

"Go right ahead," Constance said. "Just try to aim the cum at my feet this time."

"I'll do my best," the young girl replied as she wrapped her tiny hand around Herbert's fifteen-inch monstrosity.

Everyone's eyes were glued to Herbert's humongous tool. There was no other place to look. Herbert felt that he had just hit the lottery. To be masturbated by the girl he adored, and to shoot his spunk onto the feet of the woman he wanted to please, had formed the epitome of his dreams. Amy's expert handling of his shaft and balls gave him the impression that she was far beyond her years in matters of sexual technique. And it was this fact, coupled with her innate precocity, which drove him insane.

"A monster load from a monster dick," Amy joked as her hand quickly flew up and down on the giant shaft.

Herbert's father and brothers watched in amazement as the young girl's firm grip brought his huge cock to its fullest dimensions. Already the little slit atop his prick was slick with pre-cum, and Amy used it like lube to help accelerate her handjob. Within a minute Herbert was humping her hand, ready to shoot his pent-up load of hot cream.

"That's it Amy," Lillian said, urging her sister to make Herbert shoot off. "Jerk that big fucking dick! Make him shoot off!"

Herbert felt the semen rise up his engorged prick, his orgasm only moments away. "Oh, shit!" he cried, looking down at Amy's lovely fingers dancing all over his dick. "You're gonna make me cum!"

"I know!" Amy laughed, giving him three hard upward pulls.

Herbert felt his huge balls tense up as the first in a series of intense ejaculations commenced. The first shot sailed completely over Constance's head, hitting Lillian right in the face. It happened so quickly that the girl had no time to react.
"Ugh!" she screamed, as she moved deftly out of harm's way. The unexpectedness of it made everyone laugh. Amy pulled up hard once again, forcing out a very long rope of sperm that flew over everything.

"My feet, baby!" Constance cried. "My feet!"

Again, everyone in the room started to laugh, including Herbert. He was proud that he could ejaculate with such power, even if everyone thought it amusing.

"Okay, mom," Amy replied. "Here...catch!"

And with that she coaxed out a series of multiple cumshots that each landed directly on her mother's feet. Within seconds Constance's toes were thoroughly saturated with sperm.

"I love this!" Fiona laughed as she watched Amy provoke one giant rope of semen after another from Herbert's enormous tool.

Herbert was still ejaculating when Amy suddenly decided to let go of his cock to give her tired hand a rest. Despite the lack of manual stimulation, Herbert's penis continued to fire off round after round of sticky white semen—all of it landing squarely on Constance's toes. The girls found it especially amusing watching the great tool rear back and forth of its own accord like some possessed jack in the box. Herbert was amazed himself, reacting with astonishment at the incredible amount of cum his unmanned cock was firing off. By the time he was done ejaculating, Constance's lower torso was entirely awash in his prodigious offering.

"Jesus Christ!" William exclaimed. "Where the hell did all that come from?"

Michael thought the whole thing very amusing. "Herbert's got grandfather's gift all right. I used to be able to cum like that myself when I was his age."

Constance quickly rose up from her seat. "I'm glad to see it runs in the family," she noted. "But right now I've got to get in the shower and clean up all this mess."

"Here, let me," Michael said, taking his wife's feet and cleaning each one with a towel. "I'll draw your bath."

"Thank you, darling," she replied. "Join me?"

"Of course!"

"Well done, boys!" Constance said to her stepsons. "Goodnight!"

Michael took his beautiful wife in his arms and carried her upstairs without saying a word. A long, thin strand of semen hung from the tip of Herbert's penis. He was still experiencing a series of mini orgasms: something he had never felt before.

"You," Amy said to him as she took her index finger and placed it under the dangling sperm, manipulating a portion of the viscous fluid onto the tip of her fingernail, "have a very naughty penis!"

With that, the headstrong beauty opened her mouth and sucked the sperm off her finger. Herbert was in love.

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Iris Fields was an astoundingly beautiful young woman of twenty-eight, with long red hair and striking green eyes. She was of medium height with long and exquisitely proportioned legs that gave one the illusion that they were longer than they actually were. The few, faint freckles that adorned the area around her nose and face added, rather than detracted from, a charming sexiness to her otherwise flawless complexion. She had been a teacher of English at the Point Lookout high school for five years and was adored both by faculty and students. She was strict but fair, always ready to smile, and lived her life by her own self-styled code of ethics.

She was also a devotee of CFNM. This, of course, no one knew—not even her best friend. She spent hour after hour on the Internet searching the various CFNM web sites for anything she could find titillating. One of the things she enjoyed most was watching naked guys with huge dicks getting jacked off by clothed women—especially if those women were of the dominant type and the men were black. She particularly enjoyed watching men jerk themselves off in front of the women, as they often did in the Japanese CFNM videos. She was also turned on by watching men get spanked and ball-busted, although she did not like hard domination or images of wanton cruelty, even if they were feigned. All this she kept a secret and shared with no one.

It had always been Iris's contention that it was best to keep certain things to oneself and not to advertise to the world your personal predilections lest the world use such information against you. To look at her one would think she was the most demure person in the world. But little did anyone know that underneath that placid surface lurked the churning waters of Scylla and Charybdis, between which she perpetually navigated in order to keep her lusts at bay. But she was growing tired of the self-imposed stricture of maintaining a virtuous lifestyle at the expense of sexual expression.

For several years Iris had been contemplating a change from her rather staid lifestyle toward something more left of center. She wanted to experience something novel—something that would free her from the narrow confines of her rightwing, Christian upbringing. What prompted this desire for change not even she fully understood, revealing itself to her as a general feeling of dissatisfaction with life that made her want to search beyond the limitations of her provincial world in the hopes of discovering some new sexual awareness that so far had not been realized. How she would begin her journey into this novel sexual world was something that preyed upon her mind night and day. Her preoccupation with such thoughts often made her feel as though she was betraying her innermost convictions—that she was somehow immoral for simply thinking of them. Yet the urgent needs of the body, and the sexual imaginings that resulted from them, demanded fulfillment in the tangible world and could no longer be denied.

She had never been married, and was unattached even now. But despite a long list of boyfriends, no one had ever satisfied, let alone awoken in her, the wanton sexuality that was waiting, like a dried piece of kindling, the spark that would ignite it into a raging inferno. Little did she know that all that was soon about to change.

It was sometime during the second half of the spring semester that Iris suddenly realized that she had become fixated with Herbert. He was not only one of her best pupils, he was also extremely handsome, kind, and most importantly, deferential to women. Frederick and William had both been in her English class and she had thought very highly of them. Both boys had graduated a few years earlier, but the way they treated her and the female pupils in the school was always exemplary, and this fact was not lost upon her. She would smile every time they would volunteer to help one of the girls with her math homework, or to hold a door open for them or to carry their books. Herbert was no less devoted to pleasing women than his older brothers were, and followed their example in every way. She found this remarkable in someone so young.

For his part, Herbert looked up to Iris with the utmost respect and admiration, not only for her intellectual and moral qualities, but also for her unsurpassed beauty. She knew how he felt about her; the way he strove to outperform his classmates—in order to impress her; the way he listened attentively to all she had to say; and especially the way in which he devoted himself to making her happy. In every way imaginable, he represented to her the perfect student: honest, intelligent, and unselfish. But it was not these characteristics that had been the cause of her fixation—it was Herbert's penis.

At first she wouldn't even admit it to herself, thinking that the huge bulge that appeared so often in his pants should not have instilled such impure thoughts within her. But it did. More than once she had seen him play with himself under his desk, or adjust his pants to accommodate what must have been for him the very uncomfortable experience of trying to tame his hardening penis by constantly moving about in his chair. Unfortunately, he and one other boy were the only two males in the class, so he was forced to be as discreet as possible so as not to draw attention to himself from the female students. This tactic did not always work however. And after a short while, most of the girls knew what was up. Mercifully for him, the girls were subtle in their teasing. But there were a few that found infinite delight in his discomfort, eyeing his enormous package as if it were the most amusing thing on earth.

Iris however found nothing funny about Herbert's recurring erection problems. He was only eighteen, and she knew that his hormones were on overdrive. It happened to all boys his age. She could only imagine how difficult it must have been for him to concentrate on his studies while trying desperately to ignore the demands of his lower body. She noticed sometimes that he would run to the boy's room after class, holding his books in front of his groin, hoping no one would notice the straining penis within his jeans, imaging him standing over the toilet furiously jerking his swollen prick until a torrent of hot, white seed splashed into the bowl, offering him welcome relief. The only thing that could have improved the picture was for her to replace his hand with hers, deftly manipulating the bloated shaft until she could feel the pent-up cum rising within it, and watching with breathless anticipation as she provoked him to ejaculate his sperm high into the air.

With such thoughts in her mind, Iris stood before her students with their most recent and corrected English tests in hand. It was the beginning of the third week in May, and this had been the last quiz her students were to take prior to their final exams. As she walked around the room handing out the tests, she was amused by the gleeful exultations of those students who had earned a passing grade as well as those whose groans indicated that they had earned a less than satisfactory result. But what she did not find amusing, and what concerned her most, was that Herbert, who unfailingly received A's on all his tests, had now failed to achieve even a C.

As she handed him the test, she watched his smile turn to a frown. She could see the boy was visibly upset but said nothing to him at that moment except that she wanted to see him after class. She had noticed that over the past few weeks his concentration in class had been waning and she couldn't understand why. Although her concern for the boy was real, it was also a chance to get him alone.

Herbert refused to look at his teacher, knowing full well that within those startlingly beautiful aquamarine eyes was a hint of disappointment at his academic failure. He watched the clock tick away the minutes until at last the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the end of the school day.

As he watched his classmates exit the room, he slunk down into his chair feeling anger at himself for not achieving the superior grade he knew he was capable of. The truth, though he would not admit it to himself, was that he had become so engrossed in the new CFNM lifestyle he was compelled to adopt that he took it for granted that he would pass all his exams with only a modicum of study, and this, of course, was simply untrue. Bright though he was, Herbert still needed time to absorb the materials he was given to study, and by adopting a nonchalant attitude toward his schoolwork, he was inviting disaster by perpetrating this deception. It wasn't only English he was failing; it was all of his subjects that were now in jeopardy.

"So, Herbert," Iris said, looking at him with concerned eyes from across her desk, "tell me what's going on."

Herbert sank even further down in his chair, his right foot tapping the underside of the desk in nervous anticipation. "I don't know what you mean."

"You don't?" she replied with a vague smile. "Maybe you should look at the exam I just handed you. You scored a 37 percent on that test. I want to know why."

It was not like Herbert to be evasive, but to tell her the truth about what was really going on in his household, to blame it on his preoccupation with CFNM, would never work. "I didn't study for it, that's all."

He said it with such half-hearted conviction that Iris simply didn't buy it.

"You didn't study for it? You, the one student in this class who has never earned any grade less than an A? How is this possible?"

"I don't know," he replied feebly. "I got lazy I guess."

Iris stared at him for a moment, her face registering complete surprise.

"Lazy?" she asked. "Herbert Smith, lazy? Since when? In all the time I've know you, you have always shown great ambition to succeed. It just comes as a complete shock to me to see my top student suddenly failing. And we're not talking about a marginal grade here. You got a D on that test, Herbert. No one in this class, not even my most uninspired students, got such a low grade. In fact, I've learned from some of your other teachers that you're not doing so well in their classes either. So I repeat: what's going on?"

Herbert's mind was racing to find some kind of suitable answer to her question. What was he going to use as an excuse? What rationale would she accept for his apparent, and seemingly exemplary, failure to live up to his own exacting standards? As he sat there under her intense scrutiny, he felt like an insect being observed under a microscope, exposed and vulnerable and unable to get away. Suddenly, unexpectedly, an idea came to him.

"Well," he began, as he raised himself up in his chair, "my father is leaving on an overseas business trip tomorrow and…well…I'm going to kind of miss him."

For a moment Iris's face softened, her gaze less penetrating. "Oh," she said. "Well, I can understand that. You had mentioned before that your dad spends a lot of time away from home on business."

"A lot of time," Herbert emphasized.

"And this is what you attribute to your failing grade?"

"Well, no," he replied stumbling for words. "That's only part of it. It's just that…well, it's my stepmother. She's kind of in charge of things now that dad's going away. You know, it's just different."

"In what way?"

Herbert shifted his body so that he was angled away from his teacher, almost in a defensive posture. He wasn't even aware that he had done this until he suddenly realized that he was facing the windows, using his body as a shield, much like his words, to deflect her incessant inquiry.

"Well, she's the boss now," he replied with a sigh of resignation. "I mean, she's not my real mother, right? But I have to obey her don't I?"

"And you don't like that?" Iris asked him. "Having to obey her?"

"Sometimes I don't mind and sometimes I do," he replied honestly. "Don't get me wrong. She's a very nice person. It's just that she has three daughters, you know? It's a lot to get used to."

Iris nodded silently and observed him for a moment, feeling sympathy for the young man whose life seemed to be going through the throes of a major transition. "New additions to the family, huh?" she said genially. "Not an easy thing to get accustomed to. I can understand that." She rose from her chair and walked around to the front of her desk and sat on it, her impeccably lovely legs crossed one over the other. "I'm not inclined to pry into the private lives of my students, Herbert," she resumed, "but I can't help but feel that you're not really being completely honest with me. Call it female intuition, but when I see such a brilliant student as yourself falling by the wayside I am forced to conclude that there are forces at work here other than a simple change in the size of one's family."

As she finished her speech, she brought her right leg up and rested it upon her left leg, exposing the full extent of her limbs to Herbert's view. He sighed heavily at the wondrous sight, imagining what it would be like to lavish kisses upon her delicate calves.

"Now, I don't want to have to bring your stepmother in on this," she continued, "but if there is something wrong at home I need to know."

"No, no," he replied anxiously. "There's nothing wrong, really. It's just that her lifestyle…"

"Yes?"

Herbert realized that he had slipped up. Even as he mentioned the word "lifestyle" he knew he was in trouble. And it was all because of those impossibly beautiful legs, those long, luscious, perfectly shaped legs that beckoned him to fling himself down on his knees before them in worshipful obedience.

"What about her lifestyle?" Iris insisted, feeling her power over him grow stronger each second.

He was having trouble concentrating. The elegant, yet intimidating, physical attributes of his teacher were eroding his capacity to think rationally. He was completely absorbed with her legs, and Iris knew it. To induce him to give up his secrets, she removed both of her shoes, letting him see her perfect feet in all their seductive splendor. He almost chocked on his next words.

"She…she…" He stopped abruptly, feeling a twinge in his pants around the area of his cock. "She practices an alternative kind of lifestyle."

"I see. And do you approve of this lifestyle?"

Again, Herbert's prick did a little dance of its own at the though that maybe he would indeed have to divulge his secrets to her. "Ah, well, yeah. I guess I do."

Iris ran her hand down one of her legs in a slow and sensual way. "Would you care to tell me what type of lifestyle she leads?"

Herbert knew that it would be exceedingly difficult to lie to his teacher. She seemed to possess a sixth sense about life and he was terrible at telling lies. But more importantly, he felt that his teacher really did want to know the truth, and that in telling her, she would somehow not react with disgust, but would understand.

"Oh, boy," he said nervously, trying to think of the best way to explain his current situation. Despite his anxiety, his prick was now on its way to becoming fully erect, and he knew he could not hide this fact from his teacher. It was his lust that drove him. "My step mom has a thing for…it's called…CFNM."

Iris stared at him for a moment not believing what she had just heard. To hear those forbidden letters uttered aloud was something she never could have imagined being spoken of by anyone at school, let alone an 18-year-old boy. Yet, in spite of his surprising admission, she found herself overwhelming intrigued by the fact that he knew what the CFNM lifestyle was—or at least seemed to know. This alone excited her to no end, and she unashamedly admitted to him that she, too, understood what the acronym meant.

"Clothed female, naked male," she said. "I know all about it."

"You do?" Herbert replied, astonished that his prim and proper teacher had any inkling at all about the unique fetish.

"Herbert," Iris said, suddenly sounding very serious now that she realized she was walking upon shaky ground, "you do realize that I have to be very, very discreet about…you know…"

"I know," he said. "I promise that I will never tell anyone about anything we discuss."

Iris smiled. She knew he would keep his word—no matter what. "I have no doubts about that, Herbert. But you have to understand that if it did get out that I had, let's say, inclinations of this sort, and that I was involved with a minor, I could lose my job and most probably find myself in prison."

"I would never do anything to hurt you, Ms. Fields. Never."

"I believe you. And I trust you." She jumped down from her desk and grabbed the yardstick that was lying on an adjoining table. "Okay, she said. "Now get up and straddle your desk."

Herbert thought she was kidding. "What for?"

"I'm going to spank you."

"Why? What did I do?"

"Two things: you failed the test when you could have easily passed it, and you lied to me. Now do as I say young man and then, and only then, will you get your reward."

At first Herbert thought she was only joking, but her strict demeanor told him she meant business. Without a word, and despite the fact that his huge prick was straining to be let free, he bent over the desk and let her administer a dozen hard whacks upon his ass with the yardstick.
"Oh," she said almost breathless. "That was very satisfying indeed!"

Herbert didn't think so. "For you, maybe," he replied as he stood up and rubbed his butt cheeks. "You really know how to hurt a guy."

"Well, that's what you get for not being honest with me. Now you know better."

She told Herbert to resume his seat while she got her personal effects together.

"We're going downstairs," she said, still clutching the yardstick in her left hand while in her right hand she held her pocketbook and coat. "There's a little room in the basement that no one ever uses and I made a copy of the key. Let's go!"

Without a word, Herbert did as he was told. His heart was beating wildly at the thought of participating in whatever sexual games his beautiful teacher had in mind. He followed her down a flight of stairs to the lower level of the building. By this time everyone had gone home and only the janitor was left on duty. He was performing his usual routine of sleeping half the evening away while watching television in the guidance teacher's room. Iris was no fool. She could not afford to be.

"I'm dying to measure that penis of yours," she said to him as she put the key in the lock. "That's why I took the yardstick!"

She laughed quietly to herself as they passed into the room. It was a small affair, about 20' x 12' and furnished with only a few chairs and a small circular table. In one corner stood a bunch of cardboard boxes containing textbooks. There was a musty smell to the room but it was not offensive. Overhead was a single light bulb, but the light from the small window behind them offered plenty of illumination.

"What are we going to do?" Herbert asked her, as she put her hands on his belt.

"First, I'd like to measure your dick," she said, rubbing her right hand all over his still erect penis. "Then I'm going to give you a handjob."

Herbert felt his heart skip a beat. His English teacher, this incomparably beautiful woman who only minutes earlier was to him the paragon of womanly virtue, was now acting with the same willful lusts of his stepmother and stepsisters. He could scarcely believe that her demure bearing really harbored the soul of a sexual provocateur. Yet here she was, standing before him now fully clothed, gingerly removing the belt that held his pants up and laughing to herself all the while. It was happening so fast that he really had no time to decide whether what he was doing was immoral or not. But once she had pulled down his underwear and his huge dick was exposed, he really didn't care.

"Holy Jesus!" Iris cried. "That's the biggest schlong I've ever seen!"

She gently slapped his turgid penis back and forth, amusing herself with the way it bobbed from side to side under her touch.

"My mother, my real mother, told me that I would never get a woman to have sex with me because of my dick," Herbert admitted. "But my stepsister, Amy, she helped me to get over that."

"Really? How did she do that?"

Again, Iris forced his prick to rollick from side to side by gently hitting it with her hand, enjoying the tactile sensation of running her fingers along the taught flesh.

"By letting me jack off in front of her."

Iris laughed. "She sounds like a very intelligent and mature woman."

"Well, actually, she's only 18 years old."

"As I said, an intelligent and mature woman. So, she appreciates your cock, does she?"

As she said this, the lovely woman examined his scrotum and found his balls to be heavy with sperm.

"I guess so."

"What about other girls your age? Have you ever gone out with any of them? You know, like on a date?"

"I dated a couple of girls, but most of them are afraid of my cock so they stay away."

"Interesting," Iris said. "You'd think most girls your age would be mature enough to accept you as you are."

"Not when you're carrying around this monstrosity," he replied, fingering his dick. "You see how some of them treat me in school."

She ran her long and delicate fingers over the length of his prick. "Yes, I know. But I happen to like your monstrosity. Now take off all of your clothes and let me measure you."

Herbert did as he was instructed, anxious to please the young woman.

She watched him intently as he disrobed, appreciating the tanned, muscular young body, his cock jutting out before him like a huge kielbasa sausage just begging to be manhandled.

He now stood before her completely nude and unashamed. If it had not been for Amy's acceptance of him, he doubted that he would ever have gone this far, and certainly not with his own teacher! He let her hands roam all over his body, the thrill of her touch exciting him in ways he could not describe. It was one thing to fantasize about such a beautiful woman while she was engaged in her usual duties as a teacher; it was quite another to accept the overwhelming physical reality of her immediate presence—he naked, and at her mercy, she in total control.

"Okay," she said, reaching for the yardstick. "Let's see how big you are."

"I think you'll be surprised," he said, anticipating her reaction.

"Oh, don't tell me. You've already measured yourself, haven't you?"

"Sorry."

She looked suddenly disappointed. "Well, don't say a word. I want to find out for myself."

She deftly maneuvered the yardstick under his penis so that one end touched the base of the shaft where it met the scrotum. Her face was only inches away from his imposing tool.

"Okay, let's see what we have here," she said as she lifted the tip of his penis to place the yardstick directly underneath the head.

Herbert hoped she wouldn't fondle his cock any more than she had to, otherwise he felt that he might orgasm then and there.

She let out a loud whistle. "I don't think there is anything like this in the Guinness Book of World Records! It's goddamn huge!"

Herbert chuckled to himself. "Are you satisfied?"

"Fifteen fucking inches! Fifteen!"

"I warned you."

"And the balls! They're enormous too! God, what a package!"

Iris removed the ruler and took a seat next to him. She was in complete awe over the towering megalith that bobbed proudly in front of her face. It astounded her that, unlike most well-endowed men she had known over the years, Herbert's erect penis defiantly refused to succumb to the effects of gravity, stubbornly maintaining a consistent 45-degree angle to the floor. She noticed that his penis was uniform in shape and skin color, angling straight out without that odd curve that she found disagreeable in some men's penises and totally exempt from any blemishes or other various anomalies. She had never seen a cock so lovely. "Why don't you sit down for a moment and tell me about your new family while I play with your prick."

"Okay," Herbert said as he reached for a chair. He positioned it so that he was directly facing her, giving her immediate and unhampered access to his genitals. "How's this?"

"Fine," she replied. "Now go ahead and start talking. I want to know all about this CFNM household of yours."

As her hands glided gently up and down his shaft, Herbert found it difficult to not concentrate upon the first-class handjob he was receiving. But Iris kept him under total control by periodically and abruptly ceasing stimulation of his penis, thereby forcing him to gather his thoughts. By utilizing this stop and go method, she was not only helping to prepare him for a monstrous orgasm, she was able to learn much about his family life and, especially, the woman who was in control. "Tell me about your stepmother," she inquired, giving him a half a dozen rapid tugs. "Is she nice or is she a bitch?"

"Nice," he replied, taking in several deep breaths. "But she can also be very demanding at times."

"Really? How so?"

He watched as her left hand cupped his nut sack while her right hand consistently beat him off. For a few moments he lost his train of thought, so engrossed was he in observing her.

"I'm going to stop if you don't answer me," Iris warned him.

"Oh, uh…well she insists that we, me and my two brothers I mean, walk around the house naked."

She laughed loudly. "Oh, that's just lovely! Even when company is there too?"

"Sometimes. But only if it's all women."

"I love it!" she exclaimed. "And do you and your brothers enjoy walking around nude?"

"At first it was kind of weird but we got used to it."

"And how long has this been going on?"

"For about six months now. Ever since my dad left for Europe."

"And your father approves of this?"

Herbert laughed. "Are you kidding? My father is like her obedient servant. He does anything he can to please her."

Iris began to stroke him harder, curious to see how long he would hold out. "Her obedient servant, huh? So, in effect, she is the mistress of the household?"

"Yup. She's the boss."

She noticed that Herbert's prick was now producing quite an amount of pre-cum and that his huge balls had become very taught. It was only a matter of minutes now, maybe less.

"Tell me about the CFNM stuff. Do you have parties?"

"We've had a few. In fact, Constance, that's my stepmother's name, is having a really big Halloween party in a few months with lots of strippers. It's going to be insane."

The thought of attending a CFNM party was something Iris had dreamed of for a long time. And now that the opportunity had presented itself to her quite unexpectedly, she was not going to let it escape.

"I've never been to a CFNM party myself," she said, as her fist flew up and down his pole with increasing speed. "I would really like to go to one."

"I…I can have you meet my stepmother if you want," Herbert replied, feeling the cum rise up in his shaft. "I'm sure she would love it if you came."

"I'll bet she would," Iris said, sensing his prick was ready to erupt. "What are your parties like? Tell me about it."

There was no stopping now. She was anxious to watch him cream all over her hands but she wanted his ejaculation to coincide with some libidinous thought, some really vulgar memory that would serve to coax out the boiling sperm within. "So?" she asked again. "Do you masturbate for your stepmother, for your stepsisters… for all the women?"

"Yes!" he blurted out. "Me and my brothers jerk off all the time in front of them. Last weekend all three of us shot our cum into a punch bowl."

Iris giggled at the thought of the three boys filling the bowl with sperm while an audience of women watched the whole spectacle with amusement.

"I hope you got it all in the bowl," she quipped, as she felt his penis twitch.

"Most of it," he rasped, as he threw his head back in ecstasy. "Some of it…landed in her hair."

"Whose hair?" she asked as she squeezed his balls hard with one hand while her other hand pulled on him savagely.

"Mrs. Waterson!" he screamed.

Iris almost stopped stroking his cock at the mention of the woman's name. "Alice Waterson? Our principal?"

"Yes!"

This realization came as a shock to Iris, but seeing that Herbert was now on the verge of orgasm, she tightened her grip on his penis and stroked him for all she was worth. Within seconds he was rocking his body back and forth, fucking her fist as hard as he could. "I want to see you shoot a geyser, Herbert! Give it to me!"

The hot, milky seed erupted joyously from his tortured shaft, spurting high up into the air over Iris's head and splashing into the cardboard boxes beyond. She laughed as the next several volleys also flew completely over her head, leaving not a trace of sperm on her body. However, the next several eruptions did not travel as far, finding their mark on her breasts and neck, with one creamy salvo even finding its way into the luxurious folds of her lustrous red mane. His orgasm was a long one, lasting well over a full minute, the ropes of semen furiously being spit out every time she administered an upward pull on his shaft, culminating at last in what she could only describe as a string of multiple ejaculations, which turned the lower part of her body into a vast puddle of sperm. She sat there looking down upon the reservoir of cum, amazed at the sight.

"My God!" she cried. "What an unbelievable fucking load!"

Herbert was barely able to catch his breath and had to sit down. His prick was still dripping copious amount of sperm. "I think…I think it's because…you're so beautiful," he said breathing hard. "Beautiful women always make me cum like that."

Iris didn't know what to say at first. She was still wondering how she was going to clean up the mess on her skirt. "I'm going to have to take this off," she told him. "Jesus! I've never seen a guy cum so much! It's really incredible!"

Herbert sat there breathing fast, trying to regain his composure. He felt bad that he had ruined his teacher's dress, but there was nothing he could do. "I'm…really sorry," he said, apologizing profusely. "I got so carried away…I should have warned you that I cum like a horse."

Carefully removing her skirt, she then put on her coat and sat down again. "I like that you cum like a horse," she admitted frankly. "I've always been fascinated when guys cum like that. I find it very sexy."

"But I should have warned you."

"It's okay, Herbert. I really don't mind. But what I want to know is…what's the deal with Mrs. Waterson? Were you just putting me on or did she really come to your party?"

Herbert snickered. "Oh, she came all right, and in more ways than one."

"Really? Our uptight, holier-than-thou, rightwing, conservative Mrs. Waterson? Our beloved school principal? She's into CFNM? I don't believe it!"

"Well, it's true. My stepmother had to ask her to leave early because she got so drunk that she was blowing all the strippers."

"No! No way!"

"She's the biggest slut in town. Trust me."

Iris shook her head numbly. She had always believed, mistakenly, that she was an oddity in her community—the person whose interest in the CFNM fetish was relegated to her alone. But now that illusion had been shattered, and suddenly she felt a terrible weight lifted from her shoulders.

"I always thought I was the weird one," she confessed. "But if Mrs. Waterson is into CFNM, then there must be others." She stared at Herbert. "Right? Herbert?"

Herbert suddenly felt himself once more at the mercy of those penetrating eyes. "I don't like to rat out on people," he said sheepishly. "I'm not supposed to be telling you this stuff."

"Why? Because Constance forbade you?"

"Yeah, kind of."

"Well, okay. Then can you tell me if there is anyone that I might know personally who goes to your stepmother's parties?"

Herbert hesitated to answer, and for a moment he turned his head away so that he wouldn't have to look into those compelling eyes.

"Please, Herbert," she resumed. "Just be honest with me."

"I'm not sure you're going to like it," he said, his eyes downcast.

"Tell me, please," she insisted.

He took a deep breath and exhaled. This was not going to be easy. "Okay. Okay. There is one woman…" His voice trailed off.

"Yes," she demanded. "Who?"

He took another breath and held it in. This time he spit the words out. "Your mother."

Iris thought she had misheard him. "What?"

"Your mother," he repeated.

Herbert watched his teacher's face register first surprise and then shock. She sat next to him in silent repose as if she were trying to conjure up an image of her mother being engaged in such an obscene activity as he implied.

"My mother? My mother?"

Herbert shook his head in affirmation. He didn't want to tell her, hoping that somewhere along the way she would have learned the truth on her own. But it was too late. "I'm sorry," he said, gently. "You asked me to be honest."

It took a while for Iris to assimilate this shocking information. Her own mother, a CFNM aficionado! She could hardly believe it.

"Wow," she said, suddenly somber. "My mother, a CFNM lover. Well, they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree!"

"She never does anything nasty like some of the other women," Herbert assured her. "She just likes to watch, that's all."

Iris laughed. "Well, that's a relief! I never would have guessed that my mom is a voyeur. Not that I have any right whatsoever to judge her!"

"Nobody likes to be judged."

"You're right, Herbert. Nobody likes to be judged. But you know what's funny? All this time I've been thinking that I'm the only person in town who has this fetish for CFNM. And now I find that the universe is a lot bigger than what I thought it was. Me, you, Mrs. Waterson…my mother! God, what a revelation! It's scary to know that I've been living with my head in the sand all this time. Now I don't feel so bad. I don't feel bad at all, in fact. Thank you for being honest with me."

"No problem," he replied. "I hope you don't think less of your mom because of this. She really just likes to watch the strippers and have a few drinks. That's all."

"It's okay," Iris replied. "My mother is a grown woman who can make her own decisions. I'm just surprised by it all. She's so…so shy."

"Not really," he said with a wan smile.

Iris looked so unbelievably lovely at that moment, so much so that he could not stop himself from reaching out and touching her breast. His prick was once more beginning to rise. "Can I make love to you?" he asked her in all earnestness.

She gently removed his hand from her breast. "I think you're confusing love with sex, Herbert. And, no, you can't have sex with me. A simple handjob is one thing, but intercourse is something else. I won't have sex with a guy I don't love. Do you understand?"

"I suppose so," he replied looking downcast. "But you do like me, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she replied, kissing him on the cheek. "You are a very handsome young man and I find you very sexy, but I don't love you. I'm sorry."

Herbert had taken a big risk in making his demand, but he had to try. Maybe she would change her mind at some time in the future. There was always hope.

"Are you still horny?" she asked, seeing that he was sporting another boner.

"I guess so," he replied with a smirk.

Iris thought he looked so cute when he tried to pretend that he was in control of his cock when in reality he was not. "I'll do you again," she offered. "But this time don't get any of it on me, okay?" She looked around the room and eyed an old washbasin sitting on a pile of old magazines. "If you don't mind shooting your load into that…"

Herbert picked up the basin and handed it to her. "I like teachers," he said to her. "They always make you do it twice."

The handjob lasted all of two minutes before he sent another obscenely huge deposit of sperm into the basin. Iris caught all of it this time, marveling at the successive volleys of cum that seemed to go on forever. When he was finished ejaculating she put the basin down and wiped the remaining sperm off his cock with a tissue.

"I'll say one thing for you…you are one hell of a sperm maker!"

Herbert smiled at her and started to get dressed.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the sound of laughter coming from the hall. The teacher and her student looked at each other with dismay, but remained quiet, unsure of what to do.

"It's okay, Herbert," came a familiar feminine voice. "It's just me and Cecilia. Let us in."

"That's my sister, Amy!" Herbert exclaimed. "It's okay. Don't worry."

"But how did she know we were here?" Iris asked. "I made sure no one was following us."

"I don't know."

"Oh, God," she sighed heavily. "I'm going to lose my job over this."

"No, no, you wont," Herbert said, reassuringly. "Amy's cool. She won't tell anyone."

"I hope not. Otherwise I'm fucked."

As soon as Herbert opened the door, Amy and her girlfriend quickly ran in, as though they were trying to escape from something.
"The janitor is out there," Amy said to Herbert.

"I hope to God he didn't see you," Iris said to the young girl.

"No, miss, he didn't."

After Herbert introduced his stepsister and friend to Iris, he asked Amy how she had found them.

"Mom wanted you to do some errands for her and she couldn't reach you on your cell phone, so she asked me and Cecilia to come to school and get you. I followed you down here but I guess you didn't hear me calling you."

"Well you waited long enough," Herbert said. "What were you doing all this time?"

"Throwing up," Cecilia said.

She was a very pretty girl with dark brown, shoulder-length hair that was topped off with a barrette on either side. Herbert had met her only a few weeks earlier when she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday, and he had been captivated by her powerful persona and no-nonsense attitude to life. She was only a few months younger than Amy, but already showing outward signs of becoming a first-class control freak.

"I hope you're feeling better," Herbert said.

"I'm feeling okay. What were you two guys doing down here anyway?"

"Herbert was helping me find some textbooks for class," Iris replied. "That's all you need to know."

"Sure," the girl said, not believing a word of it. "Then why was the door locked?"

"Was it?" Iris asked. "I don't remember locking it. Did you lock the door, Herbert?"

"Nope. I think it must have locked automatically."

Cecilia didn't seem to buy his feeble explanation and looked at him suspiciously. Judging from Herbert's attitude, Amy knew something was amiss, but she was not one for pushing the issue like her more outspoken friend. She preferred to let the truth reveal itself in due course.

"So, you're Amy?" Iris asked the pretty blonde. "Herbert tells me that you helped him to overcome his shyness with girls."

"Oh, really?" she said to her brother. "What exactly did you tell her?"

Before Herbert had a chance to answer, Cecilia spoke, looking directly at Iris. "She gave him some hand relief."

"Hand relief?"

"Yeah. You know…this." Cecilia lifted up her right hand and joined her index finger to her thumb so as to form a circle, then moved it up and down in rude imitation of stroking a cock.

"Oh," Iris laughed. "You mean a handjob."

"Amy gives out lots of them."

"Shut up, Cecilia!" Amy said, poking her friend in the ribs.

"Well it's true."

Iris was becoming more and more amused by this precocious brunette. "I'll bet you love giving handjobs too."

Cecilia took a moment to answer, quickly realizing that she was a bit out of her league. "I just started giving them. Guys always want to fuck me but I won't let them."

"Good for you," Iris said. "You shouldn't have sex until you're ready. But giving a guy some 'hand relief,' as you say, is very smart. Do you enjoy making guys cum with your hand?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Why do you like it so much?"

The girl seemed at a loss for words. "I…don't know. I just do."

"Could it have anything to do with having a feeling of power over boys? That you possibly enjoy being in control of them?"

Cecilia, despite her direct approach to almost all situations, now found herself in the presence of an older and far more superior intellect. She really did not have an answer to Iris's question because she did not understand her own motives. With a sense of profound ineptness that could only be experienced by a girl who had had little to no real comprehension of the outside world, she could only defend herself with feeble adolescent posturing, trying to act mature by utilizing rudeness as a tool, which was probably induced by a lack of self-esteem.

"I've only done it once," Cecilia replied.

"Yes, but you enjoyed jacking him off."

Amy started laughing. "She enjoyed it until the guy came all over her face!"

Everyone laughed at that point, even Cecilia herself. "He wanted me to swallow it, but I wouldn't do it. So I closed my mouth and he shot off in my hair. And some of it splashed up my nose."

"I caught some of it too!" Amy said. "Most of it landed on my arms and neck. And I was sitting in the back seat of the car!"

Herbert was enthralled by this unexpected but very sexy conversation. He had always thought that there was something more to Cecilia and now he was glad he knew the truth about her. She was just as perverse as he and Amy were.

"Herbert tells me that you like giving handjobs too, Amy. Is that right?"

Amy looked at her stepbrother with a wary eye. "If the guy is nice I might do it. But I'm not ready for real sex. I'm still a virgin."

"You too, Cecilia?"

"Yes," the brunette replied proudly. "And I'm not ashamed to say it."

Iris praised both girls on their choice to remain celibate. Iris herself had waited until she was twenty-one and in love before having intercourse. She never felt that she had somehow missed out on anything, even despite the fact that most of her girlfriends had lost their virginity at a much earlier age.

"I love giving handjobs too," she told both girls. "In fact, I just gave Herbert two load-busting handjobs right before you two walked in."

Both Amy and Cecilia looked at each other in astonishment. Herbert couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you crazy, Ms. Fields?" he said. "Why did you tell them that?"

"Because I'm putting you all on the hot seat with me," she replied. "I'm not a fool, Herbert. It's apparent to me that you, your family, Cecilia here, and even my own mother, are all wrapped up in this big CFNM thing. It's like a form of fanaticism about CFNM on a community-wide level. So why fight it? We are all in this thing together. Am I right Amy?"

"I don't know what you mean," she replied evasively.

"Of course you do. Your mother, my mother, your sisters, Herbert, his two brothers, and his father, Mrs. Waterson and me—we are all part of this crazy fetish. We women love to boss guys around, keep them naked, and watch them shoot gallons of spunk for our amusement. Is that not the truth?"

Amy stood there silently, vacillating.

"Answer her," Herbert said to his sister.

"What do you want me to tell her?" she replied nervously.

"The truth. I've told her most of it already."

Amy's voice suddenly increased in volume. "Why did you have to open your big mouth?"

"Why can't you answer the fucking question?"

"Listen to me, both of you," Iris interjected. "I know there's something going on in this little backwater town of ours and I want to know what it is. One way or another I'm going to find out so you may as well come clean."

After several more remonstrations from Herbert, who capped off each one with an apology for losing his temper, Amy reluctantly provided Iris with a history of her family's involvement with CFNM, beginning way back during the Civil War era when her great, great, great grandparents ran a plantation worked by slaves. After she related the more poignant aspects of her tale, she looked relieved, as if in the telling of it she had removed some vague source of unpleasantness at keeping such information secret. She even provided the details of some of her mother's parties, which were quite provocative.

"I had no idea how pervasive this fetish was," Iris said to Herbert, shaking her head in wonderment. "It seems that your new family has brought it with them to Point Lookout and they're making converts very fast."

"My mother does CFNM too," Cecilia admitted. "Sometimes I go with her to these parties that Herbert's stepmother throws."

Iris looked surprised. "Are there a lot of young girls your age who attend these events?"

"Well, the idea is that girls have to learn at a young age how to control men," Amy volunteered. "Some girls don't do anything except watch. Other girls like to get involved in the action."

Iris was at a loss as to what to say. Like Alice in Wonderland, she wondered just how far she had fallen down into the rabbit hole. "Action?"

"Yeah," Amy replied. "Like giving handjobs and blowjobs, or spankings and…you know…that kind of stuff. And they do lots of other things too. But we won't get into that."

"Tell me. I want to know."

Amy hesitated to say exactly what these girls were being taught and Iris could not force the information from her. But she felt that it involved something decidedly sinister. "Okay, so we won't talk about it. I just don't understand how these mothers can allow their daughters to go to such parties."

"CFNM is kind of like a religion," Amy explained. "The earlier you can indoctrinate someone, the better. It's the same with politics or any other belief system. CFNM is no different."

Ah! Iris thought. Now here was a mind to be reckoned with! No wonder Herbert had fallen under her spell. The girl was intelligent as well as beautiful.

"This is all playing out like some kind of mystery thriller," Iris said, still digesting the information supplied by the girls with a measure of incredulity. "I feel like I just entered into the surreal world."

Both girls chuckled at her remark, but Herbert remained taciturn.

"I can't believe this," Iris said to the boy. "A secret CFNM society in this town. It sounds so weird."

A tiny sliver of sunlight fell across Herbert's handsome face, giving him an almost angelic appearance. "You mean like a conspiracy?"

"I don't know if I'd call it that. But I mean…this is fairly recent, isn't it? This CFNM business seemed to coincide with your stepmother's arrival in Point Lookout."

"I suppose so," he replied unconvincingly. "I don't know."

"Oh, come on Herbert! Amy is standing right here. Surely she knows what's really going on even if you don't. How about it Amy?"

The young girl cleared her throat but said nothing.

"Let's not play that game again. There's no point in keeping secrets from me." We're all in this too deep now to start playing childish games. And you're no child, are you?"

Like Cecilia, Amy knew that she had no chance of competing with Iris on an intellectual level. It was no use acting defensive or trying to patronize the older woman's sensibilities. The teacher could see right through her. "I've seen a lot of things," she admitted. "But I'm forbidden to talk about them."

"Forbidden? By whom?"

"My mother. All I can tell you is that she belongs to an organization, a very old organization, made up of a powerful group of women who call themselves the 'Sisterhood'."

"The Sisterhood? Who the hell are they? I've never heard of them."

"Well, these women—'Sisters' they're called—they see men kind of like subservient to women. They believe that the world will be a better place with women in power because men make all the wars. That's all I can tell you."

Iris would have probably burst out laughing at the girl's improbable tale except that Amy related it with such sincerity that she found it difficult to cast doubt upon her veracity. "Are you one of them? A Sister?"

"Yes," Amy replied proudly. "And so is Cecilia."

"Really?" Iris said, finding this somewhat amusing. "Girls your age doing what? Bossing older men around? Playing 'Ride The Pony' or no, wait…maybe 'Jerk The Penis?' Is that what you do?"

"You'd be surprised what we do," Cecilia said, with a touch of smugness.

"I can't imagine either of you lording it over a bunch of middle-aged, white-collar, power-hungry alpha males," Iris sneered. "They'd eat you alive."

"That's what you think," Cecilia retorted. "If you come to our meetings you'll understand."

"She's right, Ms. Fields," Amy said. "Those guys you talk about? I've seen them on their knees kissing my mother's feet."

"Is this true, Herbert?" Iris asked. "Or is she putting me on?"

"No, it's true. I've seen it for myself. But I never heard about this Sisterhood business." He turned to Amy. "Does dad know about this secret society of yours?"

"He knows everything about it."

"Then why didn't he tell me and my brothers?"

"It wasn't up to him to tell you anything."

"Well, when was Constance going to clue the rest of us in?" he said angrily. "I thought she trusted us."

"I can't answer that. Maybe you should ask her yourself."

Herbert kicked a mildewed old box that was lying in front of him. "Why do people always have to keep secrets from me?" he flared. "I want to know what the fuck's going on!"

"And so do I," Iris said. "I think it's time I paid my respects to Mrs. Smith."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Well, for one thing, to discuss the recent drop in Herbert's grade point average. I think that's sufficient cause for a visit, don't you?"

Amy and Cecilia stared dumbly at each other, not knowing how to respond.

"Is this true, Herbert?" Amy asked her stepbrother. "Are you fucking up in school?"

"Oh, shut up!" he snapped. "You're no fucking honor student yourself."

Amy was stunned by his sarcasm and stood looking vacantly at her brother as if he were someone else. She had never been spoken to that way before by anyone, and certainly not from Herbert, whom she regarded as beyond such immature behavior. Herbert saw the hurt in her face and suddenly felt horrible. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm sorry I lost my temper."

"Okay," Iris said genially. "There's no need for this. I will handle Herbert's problem with his grades in my own way. Let's leave it at that."

"He just probably needs to cum, that's all," Amy said, casting a mischievous glance in Herbert's direction. "He always gets nasty when he's got too much sperm swimming around in those gargantuan nuts of his. It's like he's got a case of semen-clogged brain."

Both Iris and Cecilia reacted with amusement at Amy's pert analysis. Even Herbert was forced to crack a smile at his stepsister's clever innuendo.

"Good one!" Cecilia laughed, giving Amy a smart pat on the back.

"Well, that's one I've never heard before!" Iris added. "But do you really think that it's a backlog of sperm that's causing his problem? I mean, I just finished milking him twice and there was quite a lot of sperm flying around down here."

"Where?" Cecilia asked. "I don't see any jizz on the floor."

"That's because most of it landed over there on the boxes or on my dress, which I've since changed out of."

Herbert grunted. "Semen-clogged brain!" he scoffed. "That's the most ridiculous diagnosis I've ever heard of, 'doctor Amy'."

"Now don't dismiss your sister's theory so fast," Iris rebuffed him. "It has been scientifically proven that much of what constitutes male aggressive behavior is the result of an overabundance of sperm buildup in the body. Maybe you simply need another milking or two."

"That doesn't make any sense," Herbert replied. "None at all."

Amy and Cecilia suddenly started to snicker amongst themselves.

"What's so funny, girls?" Iris asked them.

They pointed to the huge bulge in Herbert's jeans.

"Oh," Iris said. "I guess Amy's theory has a lot going for it. Wouldn't you say, Herbert?"

It was with no small effort that Herbert had tried, once more unsuccessfully, to will his penis into submission. It was bad enough that his cock had a mind of its own, but to have to endure yet more comments about his enormous appendage, and especially from Cecilia whom he regarded as pushy and arrogant, made him wince.

"I've already cum twice," he said defiantly. "How much sperm do you think I have in these balls of mine anyway?"

"I think you have lots more," Cecilia said with an air of authority.

"And how the fuck would you know that?"

"Because we all know that guys with huge dicks and big balls always shoot tons of cum. It goes with the territory."

"And you're an expert on such things, is that right, Cecilia?" Iris asked.

Amy wasted no time in answering for her friend. "You should see what Cecilia can do to a guy. Her mother taught her some techniques…"

"Stop," Cecilia told Amy. "Don't give away my secret." "You don't have any secret," Herbert said ungraciously. "You don't know anything about giving a handjob. It's all bullshit." His hard-on was pushing against the fabric of his jeans, causing him great annoyance. "And if you really did know anything about it, you probably learned it from Amy."

"That's not true!" Cecilia said adamantly. "I can make any guy cum in under three minutes. Guaranteed! And Amy didn't teach me anything!"

"Honestly?" Iris asked. "You can really get a guy off in under three minutes? I was never able to do that."

Cecilia giggled. "We learn a lot of things in the Sisterhood."

The thought that this little impudent girl could achieve such a feat intrigued Iris. So much so that she volunteered Herbert's penis to act as a test subject. "Well then, why don't you show us? Herbert is right here, and it looks like his prick needs a good sperm-depleting handjob. I see you're up to the task, Herbert."

"Oh, no," he protested. "You can't use me like some lab rat. And I refuse to let Ms. Snob of the Century touch my dick."

Cecilia didn't seem at all fazed by Herbert's reply. "You should only be so lucky to get me to touch your dick."

The truth was, Cecilia really was greatly attracted to Herbert, but she enjoyed playing cat and mouse with him. It pleased her to no end to be able to push his buttons—and she knew just the right ones to push. She wasn't malicious in her intent, she just wanted to control him, and the best way to do this was to control his penis.

After some time spent in useless protestations, the three females finally got him to submit to the handjob. For Herbert, it was a win-lose proposition: win, because he was getting a cute girl to service him; lose, because he didn't want to admit that this same arrogant girl could ever give him any pleasure. In the end though, the needs of his prick won out, making him feel aroused and humiliated at the same time.

Once they had him fully naked, he positioned himself to the right side of Cecilia, who was sitting beside him. Iris and Amy sat a few feet away, waiting for Cecilia to begin.

When Cecilia first saw Herbert's tool spring from out of his underwear she swore loudly, making the other two girls laugh aloud. "Shit! Amy told me you were big, but this is fucking amazing!"

For a moment Herbert relished the thought that her estimation of his penis was, in fact, praise. He watched with fascination as her tiny hands swept over his cock and balls, her innate female senses telling her that there were indeed copious amount of cum just waiting to be launched, coaxed forth from the depth of his balls by the skillful manipulation of her two hands.

Iris looked at her watch and waited for the sweep hand to reach 12. "Okay, Cecilia. You have exactly three minutes."

"I'm ready," the girl said, her right hand poised just under the tip of his cock, prepared to deliver the first stroke.

"Get ready…set…go!"

As soon as Cecilia's hand pulled down hard on his shaft, Herbert let out a loud moan. This was not the kind of handjob administered by some experienced porn star. It was not the type of handjob that one would receive from a loved one. It wasn't even one of those types of self-administered handjobs that guys often performed with slow, loving care, with the intention of prolonging orgasm to the last minute. It was, instead, a demanding, casually applied, rough and tumble affair that was designed to produce one thing: a quick release of semen. And in order to do this, Cecilia concentrated solely on the most sensitive part of his penis—the frenulum—the little strip of flesh that was situated just under the glans.

Within seconds Herbert found himself jerking his entire body in time with her savage little pulls, her thumb raking across the tiny tissue of flesh while her other four fingers remained completely stationary on the opposite side of his penis. He was loving every minute of it but refused to express his delight via his facial expressions, choosing to maintain a stolid, almost impenetrable stare merely out of spite, so as not to give Cecilia any satisfaction and no clue as to how much he was really enjoying himself.
Iris and Amy moved in closer to inspect Cecilia's adroit manipulation of Herbert's pulsing cock. She was now almost two minutes into the handjob and already pre-cum was forming at its tip, which she conveniently used as lubrication.

"This is so cool!" Cecilia said, moving her hand increasingly faster as she felt Herbert getting closer to orgasm. "I love your fucking big dork, Herbert! I want to see it spit out gallons of hot spunk!"

Iris was fascinated by the girl's unique manipulation of Herbert's penis. Even she had never learned to handle a cock in such a way. It was apparent that Herbert had absolutely no chance of holding on to his juice with such ferocious and relentless stroking. "You got thirty seconds left!" she said to the girl. "Make him cum!"

"Go for it, Cecilia!" Amy encouraged her. "Make it hit the ceiling!"

Suddenly, Herbert let out a roar.

"I'm coming!" he screamed.

Keeping up the same technique she had used all along, Cecilia delivered the final strokes to his cum-swollen prick, her thumb acting like a fulcrum reverberating at top speed. "Here it comes!" she announced proudly. "Watch this!"

She immediately stopped rubbing him and held his prick fast with one hand at its base, pointing it toward the ceiling, watching intently as Herbert's cock strained upward, ready to fire it full supply of jizz. The boy was surprised by this sudden change in her technique, but it nevertheless produced a result that even he would remember as being remarkable.

A shooting stream of creamy hot cum flew out of the tip of his prick with such speed that it struck the ceiling above his head and stuck there. This caused the girls to laugh hysterically. The second spurt also flew up toward the ceiling, and this time it splashed into the light bulb where it clung despite the pull of gravity.

Herbert sat there frozen in position, unable to account for the reaction of his prick under the guidance of this snobbish little girl. For her part, Cecilia did nothing but laugh at each successive ejaculation, confident that her skills would leave nothing to be desired.

One after the other, Herbert's dick continued to shoot out long, stringy ropes of sperm, all flying directly upward above his head, some reaching the ceiling, some landing on the floor around him, and a few landing on the girls themselves.

Cecilia's hands were a complete mess, but she seemed not to mind. All that mattered to her was that she had been proven right—and that, above all, was her justification for all that she had said. Long after this day, and as much as Herbert hated to admit it, Cecilia had given him the most satisfying handjob he had ever received from a girl—Amy and Iris notwithstanding.

Herbert was now coming down from his orgasm, but Cecilia wasn't through with him just yet.

"And now," she said, "to prove my theory beyond a shadow of a doubt…"

No sooner had Herbert fired off his final rope of semen than Cecilia began once again to rub her thumb over his frenulum in exactly the same fashion as before. Herbert couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"No, you can't," he said alarmed. "I've never cum four times in a row!"

"You still have a lot of semen in your balls, Herbert," Cecilia said, paying him no attention. "You'll see. I'm going to get you to cum again."

Amy was thrilled at the thought of watching yet another immense orgasm delivered by Cecilia's expert hands. "Drain his balls dry!" she squealed.

"I'm going to! Just watch!"

Iris sat back in her chair and simply looked on with amusement while the willful girl once again brought Herbert to orgasm. This time it was performed with a less intense and more casual effort, but no less assiduous. In less than a minute, the young boy was once more shooting thick wads of cum high into the air for the pleasure and entertainment of Iris and Amy.

"I told you!" Cecilia said proudly as she provoked one intense burst of cream after another with her merciless handjob.

Amy was overjoyed that Cecilia had won a victory over her diffident brother. But she did truly love Herbert, even if he acted…well, like a guy sometimes.

As the spurts of semen continued to jettison around the room, Iris had to admit that Cecilia did possess some special power over boys. Wherever she had learned her handjob skills, she was now determined to find out. If it was from her own mother, as Cecilia maintained, then Iris was going to make friends with her. In any case, she was going to make an appointment to see Constance and find out who she really was and if there was indeed such an organization of women called the Sisterhood.

"I have to say, Cecilia," Iris said as Herbert's orgasm was beginning to subside, "that you have really impressed me with your remarkable technique."

"Thank you," the girl replied, removing her now sperm-saturated hands from Herbert's relaxing tool.

Herbert was exhausted but smiling. He was forced to admit that Iris was right, and he reluctantly told Cecilia that he too was impressed with her masturbatory skills.

"I didn't think you were going to say anything about it," Cecilia told him. "But I'm glad you did."

"I guess you know more about my cock and balls than I do," he said, laughing in spite of himself.

His remark made all three girls laugh along with him. In a few moments he was cleaned and dressed and ready to leave.

"So when would you like to come and pay us a visit?" Amy asked Iris.

"How about tomorrow afternoon? Say around 4:00 p.m.?"

"Sure. My mother will be home then."

"Good." Iris replied. "I'm looking forward to meeting her."

Making certain that the janitor was nowhere in sight, Iris, Herbert, and the two girls quietly exited the room. Iris locked the door behind her and led them out a side entrance that opened out into a faculty parking lot in the back of the building. The only car in the lot was hers. Herbert had parked his own car on the sidewalk in the front of the schoolyard.

It had been a most eventful day. As she drove past the front of the school she caught a glimpse of Herbert, Amy, and Cecilia as they piled into his car. From this distance it seemed to her as though they were just three ordinary teenagers enjoying themselves on a lovely spring day. But she knew how deceiving appearances could be.

END OF CHAPTER 2

(To Be Continued.)