The Life and CFNM Times of Herbert Smith Ch. 01

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?"