It takes a lot of work to throw a CFNM party. Don't let anyone kid you. Herbert found this out for himself only weeks before when Constance began making preparations for the Halloween party. The ever-vivacious hostess spared no expense to ensure that her extravaganza would be one that people would remember for a long time to come. And in pursuit of this goal she utilized all the resources at her disposal—including, much to their dismay—the combined energies of Fiona, Lillian, and Amy. The girls were not too happy at being enlisted to help with menial tasks around the house, which were primarily relegated to Herbert and his two brothers. But the party was a special occasion, and Constance needed everyone to help her make it a success.
Herbert had been anticipating this party with barely concealed enthusiasm. For weeks now his teacher Iris Fields had made it a point to pay frequent visits to his house, offering to help Constance with preparing the guest list. Sometimes his teacher would bring along a friend or two to meet Constance, who would then provide them with particulars of the Sisterhood in the hopes that they might join the powerful organization. Herbert was invariably called upon to display his prodigious penis to the women, and found great pleasure in being admired by them, to the point that he would often be compelled to masturbate himself in front of them until he reached one of his spectacular orgasms.
As the day of the party approached, he found himself sitting nude at the kitchen table looking over the guest list. He was amazed to learn from Constance that several bona fide movie stars were going to be in attendance: Terry Hatcher, Drew Barrymore, Nicole Kidman...and many lesser known celebrities who were not yet a part of Hollywood's stellar firmament. Next to some of the women's names was a numeral set off in parentheses—indicating the number of accompanying guests. And on another sheet of paper was a list of a dozen or so men's names—including his own and his two brothers, whom Constance had decided would participate. Amy had told him that all these men had been chosen for their subservience, and more importantly, their ability to produce cumshots of gigantic proportions.
"But what is it about these big loads that turns you girls on so much?" he had asked her at the time.
Amy couldn't help but chuckle. "They're fun to watch, Herbert. You know...big balls heaving up and down, the guy's face all screwed up and funny-looking...and then, ka-pow!—this fucking huge explosion of spunk spurting like twelve feet in the air. It's very entertaining."
Herbert had to admit that seeing guys cum like that was an impressive sight. "Do you think there's going to be many people our own age coming to the party?"
"Yes, from what mom told me. Look at the list. This woman has got her three daughters with her and this one has twins."
"Great," he replied, staring down at the paper. "So I don't have to spend the night entertaining middle-aged women."
"Oh, come on, Herbert...you love jerking off for the older ladies."
"Yeah, but sometimes I like talking to girls my own age, too."
"Well, it seems you'll have plenty of opportunity to do that tonight—just be prepared."
He wondered what she meant by "prepared". But before he could ask her, Constance called her away, and he was left there pondering what he had to be "prepared" for.
Constance had hired a catering service to supply the food and drinks, while she and her daughters festooned the entire party area with Halloween decorations. By 3:00 p.m. the caterers had come and gone, leaving the living room looking more like a banquet hall than anything else. Most of it was finger food, so that the guests could fend for themselves. Since the party was essentially a "Sisterhood" party, there was no possible way the caterers themselves could be asked to stay; the extremely prurient nature of the event would strictly preclude it.
There was no shortage of alcohol. Constance knew from experience that many Hollywood luminaries liked to drink, and she did not want to be caught short. She herself drank very little, having little appreciation for the taste of hard liquor and even less tolerance for the mind-numbing effects it produced as a result of overindulgence. But behind her apparent dislike for drink lay an even more pertinent reason for eschewing the habit: her dread of losing control.
Like most women of the Sisterhood, she believed that the domination of males was best achieved with a clear and focused mind. This was not to say that the Sisters did not indulge themselves in sensory pleasures of various kinds from time to time, but for the most part, they practiced a comprehensive form of self-discipline that kept them mostly on the straight and narrow, even if the practice of their particular fetishes might intimate otherwise. For her, the idea of being "drunk" was abhorrent because this would mean that she had lost her self-control—something no respectable Sister could endure.
The guests began to arrive around 6:00 p.m. There was no shortage of space to park on the vast grounds of the Smith estate and soon the entire first floor, including the front and rear of the house, were swarming with people. Herbert had purposely stood at his bedroom window on the second floor looking down upon the sudden influx of women as they crossed from the designated parking area across the immense circular driveway toward the front door. He heard a cacophony of laughter waft upwards as they approached the front door, and noticed that almost all of them were dressed up in some sort of Halloween costume. He wondered if the men who had been hired to perform—including himself—would be up to the task of entertaining these demanding Sisterhood women.
Within the hour the entire house was alive with partygoers. Herbert, his brothers William and Frederick, and twelve other men who had been hired to perform, now began to make their way through the crowd carrying drinks on serving trays—all of them completely naked. The men had arrived an hour before the party had begun and had been briefed by Constance as to what was expected of them. They were all invariably tall, well-built, and handsome. He noticed that there were several black men amongst them who were quite well endowed, their flaccid penises a potent indication of how they might appear once fully erect. Amy had told him that many of these men were professional strippers and that she and her sisters had known a few of them by name, having seen them perform live at nightclubs in Atlantic City. He felt comfortable around these men, not only because their penises rivaled his own in size and girth, but because they, like him, truly enjoyed pleasing women. Their affable, pliant natures were immensely conducive to the general mood of joviality and fun, and this pleasant atmosphere made a distinctly favorable impression upon the guests.
The celebrities began to arrive not long after 6:00 p.m. Drew Barrymore was first to show up, along with her eighteen-year-old niece, Elise, in hand. Drew looked beautiful as usual and was dressed as a 1920's flapper girl, her green gown accentuating her voluptuous figure. Elise was dressed exactly like her aunt except that her outfit was a flamboyant yellow. Herbert noticed that she looked a lot like her famous aunt, her blonde hair adorned with ringlets under the little flapper hat, her bright, blue-gray eyes focusing intently on the people moving around her, especially the naked waiters.
Moments after Drew's arrival, Nicole Kidman appeared, radiantly outfitted as the Disney character Esmeralda. Her gypsy costume was a gaudy affair consisting mostly of bold crimsons and muted greens. Her cousin, Sunday, who had just celebrated her twentieth birthday, was dressed as Cinderella. The girl did not seem in the least bit intimidated by the people swarming around her world-renowned cousin. She smiled and laughed as easily as her Nicole did, and Herbert began to see how normal everyone seemed to behave, despite the nakedness all around them.
Teri Hatcher, who had arrived soon after Nicole with her eighteen-year-old niece Emerson Rose, was the first person he served. The stunning actress was overflowing with vivacity and Herbert was immediately drawn to her sunny personality. Emerson was a very pretty girl with brown hair and a likeable personality, and Herbert saw that she was just as gregarious as Teri. Neither Teri nor Emerson Rose took any obvious notice of Herbert's nakedness, and this made him feel less uncomfortable in the midst of so many females.
Herbert knew there were going to be over two hundred guests attending the party, but it seemed to him as though there were many more than had been invited. Constance had warned him that this could indeed be the case, as many people only gave a crude estimate of how many additional guests might attend. But he was happy to see that there were many more females around his own age than there were older women, accounting for perhaps about one-third of the total number of attendees.
"Hey, bro!" William said, tapping his younger brother from behind on the shoulder. "Checking out all the young fillies I see?"
Herbert cast his eyes around the room, seeking every young face he could find. "Of course. Strange how they don't seem to be bothered by our nakedness."
"Well, Amy told us some of them were veterans."
Herbert laughed. "Veterans? Of what?"
"You know, seeing guys' nude. Hey, if they have no problem with our bits hanging out, I don't."
"I think Amy meant something a bit more kinky."
"Oh," William mused. "You mean like the family sex thing."
"Like the games Cecilia and her mother play with her dad."
"Exactly."
Just then a pretty blonde girl and her twin sister, both of whom looked to be in their early twenties, and who were wearing pink ballerina costumes, approached Herbert.
"Can we have some wine?" one of them asked.
