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(MF, wife-exh, husb-voy, mast, oral, anal, intr, huml, cuck) *** CHAPTER 1 I am an extreme lifestyle cuckold. My wife Lucy has a regular black lover, and regularly parties with others, at home an at the club. All her friends do too. We don't have time for a life outside cuckolding, except I go to work to pay the bills during the weekdays. I never make love to my wife. In fact she never touches me in a sexual way at all. We love each other very much and are both very satisfied, but we achieve that in an unconventional way. She has her lovers and we are members of an interracial club where she gets big black cock on tap. Sometimes I go with her to watch, sometimes she goes alone. ,Personally, I'm not allowed to put my penis inside anyone. When we stopped making love, Lucy did miss the intimacy at first and tried to replace it by introducing a strap-on to my behind. After a while she accepted that any kind of sex with me was beneath her, and now the closet we get is when she watches me masturbate. Two Wednesdays a month I make a visit to the Cuckold's Clinic. It's kind of my evening class. I learn about how to be a good cuckold and why women prefer black men and need to cuckold us in the first place. It's run by a middle aged woman called Dr Ward and her assistant Cara, a shapely young red-head in a nurses uniform I'd caught myself fantasising about recently. The clinic was held at the local college in a hired classroom. By the time I arrived the room was full of posters of interracial sex, charts highlighting the size and performance difference of black and white dicks, large black dildos and all sorts of embarrassing paraphernalia. The first time I visited, I looked around wide-eyed, not listening to Dr Wards introduction when she abruptly asked me to strip. "If you will please remove your clothes." My hesitation was met a stern look of impatience. "Come on, we haven't got all day!" she snapped. I began to remove my clothes helped by Cara who took them from me and folded them on a desk. "Let's have a look at you," said Dr Ward, "stand with your legs apart and put your hands on our head." I did as instructed and she proceeded to inspect me, running her hands down my sides, pressing my thighs, peering into my mouth, prising my butt cheeks apart far enough to be painful and blowing air on my anus. She started handling my penis with her latex gloved hands. "Let's have a look at your willy," she muttered, lifting it to inspect it from every angle. She squeezed my balls and started to ask me questions about my relationship with Lucy. I was asked how many black lovers she had been with (I'd lost count), If she enjoyed group sex, how often did I masturbate? I confirmed that she did enjoy anal sex with black men, thinking back to only last night when she had been ass fucked hard by a black bull with a cock that looked more like a nightstick without the handle until she was sore and messy, but tired and satisfied. I realised I'd gotten hard. "Let's see how little you are then" said the Dr as Cara moved in with a tape measure, pinning it firmly to my pubic bone. "5 inches," she confirmed. "Not too bad for a white boy," said Dr Ward, "but of course well short of what's required to keep a woman happy. But that's to be expected." They measured my height and weight and I was given a white t-shirt with cartoons of big black cocks and small white dicks on it, with Highton cuckold's clinic written on the breast. "Put this t-shirt on to keep warm, but stay bare bottomed for now," said Dr Ward, "Sit down and we'll begin." Cara turned on a large TV and a film came on showing a petite blonde woman surrounded by four muscular black men with impressively thick cocks. "In comparison to your wife's lovers and the men in this video, you are a little boy." remarked Dr Ward dryly. "Little boys play with themselves. That's your role in our relationship, at least when it comes to sex." "Sometimes they play with each other," Cara giggled. "That's their own business," said the Doctor, "now I want you to watch this film and observe the woman's capacity for pleasure. You will see how futile it is for someone such as yourself to attempt to satisfy her. Instead you should content with frequent masturbation to remove your urges. The film showed the woman being gangbanged by her studs. She was a frantic mess, covered with sweat and spunk. She took three cocks at once and still managed to give the spare guy a hand job. Cum matted her hair, her cunt overflowed with sperm and still she relentlessly called on them to fuck her harder and give her a black baby. "Well you should have been taking notes, but I see you enjoyed he film at least" said Dr Ward, glancing at my erect cock. Cara giggled again. "Yes Dr. Ward," I replied. She turned off the TV and moved the table I was sitting at back. "OK, play with your willy," She commanded. "What?" "You heard me. Stand up and orgasm for me." "Right here?" "Of course here! Stop answering back. Tug your little white worm, Cara, give him something to help." I stood up and Cara held up a picture of a woman sucking a powerful black cock. I began to masturbate as told. Dr Ward looked straight at my dick intensely. Cara broke out in a mischievous grin. "If your willy was the size of that black cock it would take you three times as long to stroke it along the whole length," she said. With that, I was being ordered to extend my stroke to about three times the length of my dick with each movement as though I was jerking a bigger cock. This meant I was effectively being forced to pause a few seconds after every stroke, while making an embarrassing wanking action in thin air in front of me. Despite this I came after only a few minutes, Dr. Ward squatting beside me for an extremely close view of my ejaculation. "Nice action. Good technique, good quick orgasm. Very little emission." I realised Cara was jotting down notes and turned bright red at Dr. Wards words. After I had showered and changed they gave me a copy of the DVD and ordered me to watch it all the way through whilst masturbating as homework before my next visit. If I came, I could press stop if I wanted, but must resume later at that exact point and had to reach the end of the two hour film over the next fortnight. I did this during my mandatory 9pm masturbation session each night, but needed to fit in double duty on four occasions just to get it done. I'd come roughly every seven or eight minutes of the movie. Lucy said I'd become obsessed with the thing. I admit I quite hoped Dr Ward would give me another to watch this week but Lucy reminded me I was coming with her to the black cock club that week. And no doubt there would plenty to keep Lucy, and my hand, busy there! CHAPTER 2 I was dressed in my cartoonish black cock t-shirt with yellow pyjama bottoms to match on my second visit to the clinic. I looked ridiculous. I looked around at the posters of interracial sex that surrounded me. Lewd, rude scenes of lust, ruined white pussies dripping with cum, sore stretched white assholes and impossibly hard black cocks jutting up proud angles, smeared with the juice of white women on black cock heat. One in particular caught my eye, a woman breaking off from sucking a black cock, cum jetting straight into her waiting mouth from quite a distance. Dr. Ward told me that I was to pay more attention to this lesson and not become aroused uninvited. Cara appeared beside me and pulled the front of my pyjama bottoms out, reaching in with the other hand and slipping something over my dick. "That's a pink bow," she said snapping my pyjamas back in place, "if you become erect it you will display it as a punishment." The lesson was all about how women suck black cock. A video was put on, with Dr Ward pausing it frequently to point out the techniques these women were using to lick, kiss, suck and choke back their black bats. She handed me a dildo and asked me to show her I was paying attention by copying these techniques. This would certainly have stopped me getting hard without permission under normal circumstances. Unfortunately my technique was poor and Cara kept taking it off me to show me how she would do it. These little demonstrations soon had me crossing my legs to hide my little indiscretion. Cara's elfin eyes peered down and straight at me as she tossed her red hair down her back and deep throated the plastic cock. "I see you will not do as you are told," said Dr Ward. "Get up and come and stand over here." I followed and stood in the corner like a naughty child, only facing into the room so that I could still see the TV. She unceremoniously yanked my pyjama bottoms down revealing my hard dick with the pink bow proudly tied on the end. "Maybe now you will concentrate." I remained rock hard in the corner throughout the remainder of the film, watching seemingly endless scenes of cock sucking, load after load of black seed deposited in the hungry mouths of middle aged white women with wedding rings on show as they gripped the dark cocks, teenage girls working in pairs, every possible size and shape of cum splattered white slut. Red heads, blondes and brunettes, all with cum matted hair and splattered faces and tits. After a while Dr Ward told me to come forward. Cara took my arm and walked me to the centre of the room in front of the TV and untied the bow. "You may now masturbate" said Dr Ward, "there are only four minutes of the film left. That should be enough for you, if not it's just too bad." I sheepishly began to masturbate, but quickly forgot myself at the sight of a attractive young woman sucking a massive cock while riding another black pussy stretcher. "Continue wanking," the doctor ordered, "but I want you to use one finger of the other hand to trace light circles around the tip of your willy. You may find that this produces a stronger, more intense orgasm than usual." I did as instructed and did indeed find that after a few moments I was cumming harder than I'd experienced for a while. I'd beaten the end of the film and got my release and felt compelled to thank Dr Ward for her thoughtful advice, though immediately afterwards I blushed with shame. Dr Ward regarded me with an expression of curiosity. "Well done. Your homework for this time will be to keep a diary of your wife's sexual activity. If you are able to watch in person or on video fine. If not you will need to ask her for the details. We can discuss your thoughts and feelings on the subject next time." I nodded and turned to leave. Cara stepped out of my way. "Here you go," she said handing me the pink ribbon, "a souvenir. I can put it on for you again now if you like." I was tempted to agree just to feel her touch me again but politely declined. CHAPTER 3 It didn't feel like two weeks since the last time I was at the Cuckold Clinic, surrounded by posters of interracial sex, and huge black dildos. There were cut away charts showing in detail how much further into a woman a black cock released it's cum than a white one, an evolution of man chart showing a well endowed black man in front of a small dicked white one and posters on the walls with messages like "White dicks are for wanking - always remember to wash your willy when you finish." Today the room was a little different. The room was really a college art room used for evening classes which Dr Ward was hiring. The desks had been grouped together in the middle of the room and Dr Ward's young assistant Cara was putting a plastic sheet over what looked like gym mats on top of the desks. Cara was a redhead barely out of her teens but noticed the lustful glances I sometimes gave her. She wore a nurses uniform but the silver haired Dr Ward dressed casually as usual. "Good evening Thomas," said the doctor as Cara handed my a bag containing the pyjamas I had to wear at the clinic. The top was basically a white long sleeved t- shirt. Both the shirt and bottoms were covered with cartoon drawings. An image of a big erect black cock and one of a flaccid white willy were repeated all over the pyjamas. "Just put your top on today as we have a lot to do and we require you to be privates on parade this evening." She always used that silly expression but it always made me blush. I changed into my top and came back in sheepishly. The floor was cold on my bare feet and I felt the cool air around my lower half. My dick had shrivelled due to the cold and I felt embarrassed. It hated it when it got hard in front of them but hated them seeing it so small too! I was glad of the top at least even if it did look ridiculous. "Hop up here Tom," Cara cheerfully pointed to a chair arranged so that I could climb on the desk top mats. "Just kneel down on the mat for a minute. There you go." She placed her hand on the small of my back to help me up and I felt a tingle of unwanted excitement. I knelt on the plastic covered mats and sat back on my legs. Dr Ward returned will a box which she put on the chair on front of her. "Today's clinic is about masturbation Thomas. It's an important part of a cuckolds life and it should be regular and enjoyable. I know that you have set masturbation time but of course there is nothing wrong with a bit of spontaneous fun if it's done correctly." She rummaged in the box. I did have masturbation time at home every 9 o'clock, unless there was nothing else happening, like a visiting lover for Lucy, a visit to the clinic here or hell, even a game I wanted to watch but I kept that to myself. It wasn't too formal, but I was required to undress downstairs and go upstairs to my room naked. I would use a towel to catch my cum which Lucy called my cumforter and I'd bring it down for her to wash straight after and dress again. Usually I watched porn. Sometimes commercial, sometimes Lucy's small but growing collection of home movies. Always strictly interracial of course. I'd most often be back down in ten minutes. Dr Ward handed Cara some booklets. "Pass him these please" she said and Cara handed them up as the doctor continued. The first booklet was called "Masturbation Time." It's cover showed a cartoon of a man masturbating while a fully dressed woman and black man looked on. "The first booklet is about how you should feel about playing with yourself. Masturbation isn't to be ashamed of, it's part of a cuckolds life. The booklet describes how your masturbation is your wife's way of making love to you and she wants you to enjoy it as often as possible, as long as the rules are followed of course." The booklet was full of similar cartoons of the same man jerking off in front of the woman and a variety of different people, other women, other black lovers even other white men. "It shows you that far from being a dirty secret it should be enjoyed openly. Little willies are for wanking. We all know you have one and we all know you do it." I looked at the second book, to hide my red face as much as anything. It had a plain cover and was called the cuckold release handbook. "That one has some information on how it should be done. You know you are a cuckold and why you are a cuckold. You already follow the black cock view rule don't you?" "Yes Dr Ward." That meant I could only masturbate with black cocks, or images of them in view. That meant I could be watching interracial porn, Lucy with a lover, and could even get away with a realistic black dildo. In fact I had sometimes had to resort to placing one of Lucy's dildos on the dresser in front of my bed in order to be able to come when nothing else was to hand. On these occasions Lucy would sometimes watch to ensure my gaze was fixed firmly on the cock as I came. Of course, I preferred DVDs, especially those that featured her own hungry pussy being stretched out by a dark rod. "You will find many useful rules and hints in there. Read it tonight. That is your homework. Also have a look at the last one in your own time if you wish." The third booklet had a lurid full cover photo of a guy with his legs bent over his head in the air, a finger up his ass and his other hand on his dick which was ejaculating onto his chest. You could just see that he had a magazine next to him with pictures of a woman sucking a massive black penis. It was called the wanker's guide, and was illustrated with several full colour shots of the same guy masturbating in different ways, and line drawings highlighting techniques. I realised I'd got slightly hard. It wasn't the pictures it was all this talk of wanking while I sat here half naked in front of these women. I felt the rush of shame. "Right," said Dr Ward, "you're going to have a little session here today. And as we have discussed, far from there being shame in finishing off quickly, that should be the goal. Tug tug, squirt squirt, clean up and off you go." Cara stifled a giggle. "But sometimes it's ok to keep playing and we'll do that today if we need to. Cara..." she motioned to the nurse who turned the lights down and I heard the hum of an overhead projector. A picture appeared of the clinic logo. It was a cartoon drawing. Two figures were either side of the words Highton Cuckold's Clinic. They were displayed from just bellow the chest to just above the knee. A black man with a very large cock and a white man with a small flaccid thing. Underneath was a small photo of a woman kissing a black cock, her face covered in cum. It looked like Dr Ward, but younger. I couldn't be sure. Cara spoke, a smirk on her face, "Lucy tells us your record when she has a lover is three times straight" she said. "We'd like you to try that for us here. But you'll need to be quick to fit it in. I hope you've been practicing," she grinned. Dr Ward had snapped on a latex glove and without warning her gloved hand was on my cock, rubbing warm lube into it. "That doesn't take long anyway" she said to Cara. I was very hard despite a feeling of almost stunned embarrassment. The projector clicked and a photo of a woman riding a black cock came into view. It was a close up - her pussy was stretched around the shaft, which shined with her excitement as she prepared for the down stroke. "Start to masturbate please Tom" said Cara. I did sheepishly - slowly. But Dr Ward was having none of it. "Faster. I want you to look at the picture. I want you to cum quickly for us. Let's go through the drill. Black cock view - where's the black cock?" "In the picture." "Where in the picture?" "Fucking that pussy." "Size?" "Maybe 10 inches?" It was hard to tell. You couldn't see it all. "Spot on. Differential?" "6 inches" "Properly!" "6 inches bigger than me" "Thomas, properly!" "His black cock is 6-inches bigger than my willy Dr Ward." "And?" "It's more than twice as big as me." "Faster." She'd barely barked her command as I splashed the plastic sheet with cum. Cara moved in an quickly wiped me with tissue, but the projector clicked again and a picture of a woman appeared. She faced away from the camera and was getting up, having obviously been anally fucking a black dildo which was being held in place by the hand of another unseen person. It looked like a woman's hand. "Black cock view?" barked Dr Ward. I realised I was to keep jerking. I didn't care, lost in raw experience of the moment. "Big dildo in the picture." "And is that acceptable?" "As long as I look at the dildo not her when I Cum" "Yes and in fact we will help with that. Tell us when you're close Thomas." I rubbed my little dick fast, slightly overwhelmed. I occasionally glanced round to catch a glimpse of Cara but all I saw were more posters, images of Black cocks everywhere. My dick started twitching as I turned back to the picture of the woman's gaping asshole. "yes," I whispered, unable to manage more. The Projector clicked and the photo zoomed in so that all that was visible was the top half of the dildo blown up huge. I sighed and closed my eyes as a began to spurt, the image of that black phallus burned in my mind. Again Cara appeared and wiped my penis. This time I winced a little. It was getting sore from the pleasure. There was another click as I sat there panting and sweating. I saw from the clock that barely 15 minutes had passed. I blushed. This time the projector showed a comparison portrait. This was basically a photo of a black man and a white man side by side, with the emphasis of the image on their genitals. Sometimes they faced each other, other times they were side on one a little behind the other. Others, like this one and Lucy's favourite comparison of her bull James and I, showed both men front on. "Carry on please, last one" Said Dr Ward. I stared to rub again, this time more gently and slowly. Dr Ward seemed to indulge me at first. "BBV?" She asked. "Black Cock in the photo." "Size?" "12-inches at least," it was huge. "Size of the willy in the picture?" Usually white men had to be flaccid in the pictures, but there were some exceptions made if he couldn't calm down enough. This was one of them. "About 5-inches Dr." "Differential there? "7-inches. The black man is more than twice as big as the white." It sounds bizarre now, but I was actually impressed and let it show in my voice. "Differential here? And do It properly?" "8-inches... sorry, I mean his black cock is 8 inches bigger than my white willy." "And?" I couldn't believe it but I was coming as I groaned the answer "He's cock is three times the size of my willy." I let out a moan and splashed the plastic again. Immediately the projector clicked off and the lights were on. Cara was patting me clean. "Good boy," said Dr Ward. "Down and changed when your ready. You know your homework. I hope you enjoy it, you've done well today." I stepped down gingerly my dick sore, but now once again shrivelled. The Doctor patted me on the ass and I went to shower, almost knocking over a life size model of a black man and in my instinctive reaction stopping it by grabbing his cock. Cara's laughter rang in my ears as I left the room. CHAPTER 4 Cara stood before me, shiny black rubber gloved hands on shiny black rubber covered hips. She was dressed to intimidate and stood the same, her long red hair flowing over her shoulders, head back, chest forward and her huge shiny black rubber cock jutting forward from hips that meant business. A mischievous smirk the only reminder of her normally playful demeanour. The older Dr Ward, stood behind looking, her gray hair tied in a bun and her lycra dancers leotard showing off a still athletic body as she concentrated on applying lube to the equally large rubber member strapped to her crotch. Before them, I felt an even more pathetic figure than normal. Barefoot, I was shorter than Cara in her thigh length boots, and was wearing only pair of pink panties which I'd been ordered to wear the week before. On that occasion I'd received continued instruction in the superiorities of black lovers, watching a number of sex films by way of example. I'd also had to craft clay models of an erect black cock and a flaccid white one. For some reason, even though I'd now seen enough to realise black cocks were much bigger, often two or even three times my size, Dr. Ward still insisted that all drawn or photographic depictions of white dicks were of them soft. White boys are allowed to be hard while watching interracial sex, but if photos were being taken for comparison (and my wife Lucy sometimes liked to do this) I had to be soft. Which was sometimes hard if you'll pardon the pun. It has been know to lead to me be ordered to masturbate on the spot to "get rid of it." I prefer that to Dr Ward slapping it soft. Anyway, I'd actually got told off for making the white dick too big! I didn't think so until they suggested I compare with my own, which I had to admit was smaller. Most of today's "lesson" was again taken up with a DVD. Only this was one with a difference. While I attended the clinic, Lucy would often visit her club, where black bulls were always available to insatiable wives like her. She was actually there today, but It was last weeks visit that I got to watch that day. Not for the first time they had taped it for Lucy but she had given it to Dr Ward without me knowing. I got quite a surprise when the DVD came on to reveal my wife riding a big black lover with a second 10-incher in her mouth! Dr Ward explained that I was to learn about the art of a woman taking a black man in her ass so that I might appreciate it better. I watched over an hour of Lucy accommodating the two bulls with admirable skill and lustful abandon. It was difficult to concentrate on Dr. Ward's lesson with a close up of Lucy's stuffed asshole in front of me, a shiny black rod pumping in and out with strokes far longer than my now hard cock. The close up could have been anyone, but I could still here Lucy's distinctive moans. I squirmed in my seat as he pulled out of hers leaving a gaping hole. Semen started to pour out, but he pushed her ass cheeks together to keep it in. Cara noticed my excited but uncomfortable squirms and pointed it out to Dr Ward with a giggle. She tutted at me. "If it helps PAY ATTENTION, you may pull your panties down and masturbate. But make it even quicker than usual. You are supposed to be taking notes!" I slipped the panties down under the desk and began to jerk off. It didn't take long - after only a couple of minutes the sight of Lucy riding one of the men reverse cowgirl with her ass while sucking the guy who'd just come up there was too much. My panties were around my ankles and I lifted my legs straight out so that my cum didn't land inside them. "Quite finished?" barked Dr Ward, "if you could pull your panties up, put your nasty little willy away and concentrate then please!." I watched more of the movie, slightly less transfixed now that I'd come and able to listen to Dr Ward. When not pointing out that I was a typical white boy for losing interest as soon as I'd come, she pointed out Lucy's techniques for taking such long, thick cocks in her ass. I was interested but didn't see what it had to do with me, until Cara blurted out with a giggle that I'd be getting a practical demonstration. "Panties off please," said Dr Ward. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. Cara picked them up. By now the two women had "strapped up." I'd experienced a strap on before, but not one as big as these. "Bend over and touch your toes. Legs apart" said Dr Ward, pushing me into position with one hand on my abdomen and one on the small of my back. She began to smear lube, not only on m asshole, but over the whole of my ass! They obviously weren't taking chances and I was grateful for that at least. Inevitably the invasive finger came, then two fingers, twisting inside me and coating me with sticky grease. "OK, I'm going to penetate you slowly. You might want to suck this." She showed me the black rubber butt plug I'd experienced here once before. I didn't particularly, but as I didn't take it off her, she slipped it between my lips and into my mouth. I bit down on it as she forced the big dildo into me. Over the course of the next hour Cara and Dr Ward took turns to fuck my ass with the strap-on dildos. We replicated every position I had seen in Lucy's video. "Ride that big cock you little bitch" spat Cara as I sat on top of her rubber cock, "all the way in!" She continued to taunt me as I got on all fours for Dr Ward to do me from behind. The plug was discarded so I could suck Cara's rubber cock. I eagerly accepted, keen to have anything in my mouth to stifle my moans. Pain had given way to guilty pleasure. Cara and the doctor swapped places and I swear Cara hit orgasm as she ploughed into me from behind. "Come on white boy, fuck it with your ass" she growled. For a few brief but embarrassing moments she even ignored Dr Ward's warnings not to be stupid and actually managed to pick me up, impaled on her dildo in a replication of the last position Lucy had been in, though she had endured it for several minutes. Cara and Dr Ward started to take bets as to who would make me come - my cock was hard and I'd been ordered to jerk off but was finding it hard to get a rhythm due to Cara's aggressive thrusting. Eventually Cara reached around and started wanking me off as she fucked me. The surprise and excitement of the act finished me quickly and I spurted over her hand. "Lick it up, dirty boy" she said rubbing her cum covered hand over my face. Dr Ward was already getting dressed into her usual white coat. Afterwards, Cara seemed sheepish, almost embarrassed at her conduct and stood at the back. Dr Ward either ignored it or didn't notice. "What Contraception do you use?" asked Dr Ward. I didn't need to explain that I didn't need to wear condoms as I never got to have sex with my wife. She meant what protection does Lucy use. "My wife is on the pill." I answered. "She likes her lovers bareback." "Naturally," remarked the doctor, "what other way is there? You don't want to waste any black seed in a condom. Plus there aren't many big enough really." She handed me a plastic container. "Your homework for this week is to collect all your little dribblings when you masturbate in this. Bring it back next time and we will use it for an experiment to compare your mess with Lucy's lover's sperm. And we are going to discuss the advantages of interracial pregnancy. We'll leave it there for today but you'll want to bring a notebook and pen and pay attention next week. I'm sure you'll want to discuss the lesson with your wife. After all, she's bound to get broody at some point and you certainly won't be allowed to father any children even if your little pecker was capable of it, which I doubt it is judging by the size of your balls." I dressed and prepared to leave. "Don't forget," said Cara, "Spunk in the box like a good boy, not over anyone's hand this time!" CHAPTER 5 I arrived at the clinic with my homework assignment in my bag. I'd had to collect my cum in a plastic container each time I came, which was a mandatory once a day and this week happened to be 9 times in total. Sunday afternoon I'd cum twice watching my wife Lucy and a new visiting black lover make the most of the sunshine by fucking for a couple of hours in the back garden. The garden was secluded, backing on to a farmers field and Lucy said she wanted to practise outdoor sex. One day she wanted to do it among the dunes at the beach. I'd watched their energetic fucking from the back bedroom upstairs. The guy got Lucy in a variety of positions I'd seen before, but so quickly, effortlessly and without ceremony I thought it was like watching dancers. The hip hop music playing from music system in the kitchen may have helped. Lucy walked back through the house afterwards naked and sweaty, a satisfied look on her cum splattered face. Cum leaked down her legs from her well fucked pussy. Her lover followed. I try to act cool around her lovers if possible, but couldn't stop myself glancing at his huge cock, obviously smeared with Lucy's sex as he headed for the shower. I handed the container to Dr Ward as I left the changing room and entered the classroom that hosted the cuckold's clinic. This week I was once again dressed in the usual regulation clinic pyjamas, decorated with cartoon images of erect black cocks and little white ones. "Well," said Dr Ward peering into the box, "not a bad effort, especially as it must have taken you quite a lot of effort to make this much mess." "That IS a lot isn't it?" agreed Cara, the doctor's young red-headed assistant. Dr Ward spent the next hour discussing family planning. "Your wife will want children eventually and of course you won't be able to provide them for her. I mean there is artificial insemination of course but that can be a drawn out and frustrating process with weak semen like yours. It makes much more sense to take advantage of her black lovers and have a black baby. It's a free service and there are many advantages." She want on to discuss the potency and strength of black cum stressing that it would be the easiest way to have a healthy baby. She poured some of my cum into a measuring cup and explained that it represented the average ejaculation of a black male. It was about a third of the cum I'd spent a week collecting, but having seen plenty of black cum on Lucy's face over the last year or so I didn't disagree. "Even if you were allowed," she continued, "it would take you three days to deposit as much cum in your wife. A black man can deposit this much two or three times an evening. The odds of successful pregnancy are far greater." I was given a practical demonstration of another obvious advantage of black cock. Cara put a plastic cut away model of a woman's reproductive organs on the table in front of me. A large realistic black dildo was slotted into the model. Cara placed a small black sticker at the end of the dildo. "That is the point of penetration at which an average black man's seed will be released." explained the doctor. I was invited to place my dick in the model. This was actually a slight break with normal rules which forbid me to fuck or penetrate even models of pussies. I'd been told I could use blow up sex dolls to masturbate if I wanted to, but they'd have to be male dolls. I'm not a fan of dolls anyway so I most certainly have not taken Lucy up on that dubious offer. I slid my pyjama bottoms to my ankles and stood up. After a coaxing me hard with a few firm, brisk strokes of her hand, Cara told me to insert myself and placed a white sticker on the model at the end of my dick. "You can see," noted Dr Ward, "that your willy, being so much smaller will deposit it's sperm at least 7 inches lower, frankly too low to do any good in all likelihood, and we know your sperm is weak, watery and lower in volume. But that's not all. The average black man's ejaculation will reach to here." She took out a large sheet of graph paper with a cross marked on it. She measured the distance from the bottom to the cross and placed a second black sticker on the model. "This is where his seed is likely to reach during ejaculation" she explained. "Now to complete our experiment we need to compare with your potential reach." She patted the graph paper. "I want you to rub your little willy quickly and ejaculate onto the chart." Cara reached over without warning and squirted a shot of lube at my dick and again gave it a couple of brisk hand strokes. "Make sure you ejaculate right on to the chart from a level position" she advised me. That meant masturbating standing up but with my knees bent to lower my crotch level with the table, My pyjama bottoms still around my ankles limiting movement. It wasn't a comfortable position, but fortunately I don't take long to cum. "We're sorry we don't have a porno to help you," said Cara softly, "but you may find you come quicker if you do this." With no explanation, she took my hand in hers, quickly squirting my bottom with lube and pressing my finger against my opening. I was encouraged to finger my ass while masturbating in this strange position in front of the two women. I was soon squirting onto the paper. "That will do" said Dr Ward, quickly measuring the distance I'd managed and noting it on the chart. She took a second white sticker and measured the spot on which to place it in the model. I could see that I'd fallen quite a bit short of the black sticker. "I would say that concludes our lesson," she said, "the results of the demonstration are fairly self explanatory. Now, should you and your wife decide to have a baby, it is an easy process. You will be the legal guardian and thee is no legal business involved. Technically Lucy just needs to come off the pill, however as a courtesy it is normally polite for you both to beg her black lover to impregnate her. This will excite him and increase your chances further still. I will advise you on ways to do this another time. We're late. Go and get changed and I'll give you your homework." I went to pull up my pyjamas. "Don't do that, take them off!" said Dr Ward. "You've just been playing with your willy and your bottom, you must wash your hands and your parts thoroughly before dressing." Cara took them off me and slapped my ass playfully as I went to the changing rooms. Afterwards they explained my homework. I was given one of their strap on black dildos. That night strapped it around my waist so that the heavy rubber cock dangled over mine. My assignment was to wear it all week as a constant reminder of my place in the pecking order under the black cock. Lucy was reduced to hysterics at first but soon got used to it. In fact, she'd been unable to get her normal black cock fix that week for various reasons and was on her back in bed, in the middle of pumping her black vibrator into her deprived pussy. I knelt beside the bed with my clean up towel and began to jerk off. The dildo didn't really get in the way too much and we shared a bonding experience as we both masturbated together. Of course, I came first and had to go clean up in the bathroom before she hit orgasm. I was grateful for the intimate experience and left her to concentrate on her black cock fantasies as she made herself cum. CHAPTER 6 It was a Wednesday night in winter. I locked my car and walked towards the college. They had evening classes tonight, but mine was a little different. I visited Dr Ward's Cuckold Clinic twice a month. I remember the line under their leaflet that Lucy picked up said "enjoying shame." I think that sums up Wednesday nights. I never want to come but somehow it is usually a powerful experience. On this occasion Cara, Dr Ward's young student nurse met me on the way in, already in her nurse uniform. "I'm a bit late today" she said. "How are you? Done your homework?" "I'm fine. And yes I've done it." I didn't want to continue that line of conversation where we might be overheard, since my homework had involved carrying a big black dildo around with both hands for an entire day on the weekend. I was in the house all day of course, but it was still a strange experience not putting this thing down from morning to night, except to pee. For everything else I had to struggle or rely on Lucy's help. I knew the theme of today's clinic was black cock worship - and not the sort Lucy does on her hands and knees with James - this was me doing the worship. I'm 100% straight but by now was used to seeing other men's cocks - on film, in pictures, even real life. In James' case I'd seen his in action with Lucy more than my own. I'd come to admire black cocks as things of beauty and enjoyed the humiliation of comparing my self to them. That was a regular feature of the clinic, though in contrast to Lucy's warm, loving teasing, Dr Ward's cold demeanour and Cara's giggling made this place particularly humiliating and I never grew comfortable with it. We reached the clinic and I went straight to the cloakroom to change into my clinic uniform - pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt decorated with cartoon erect black cocks and flaccid white dicks. The middle aged Dr Ward, casually dressed as usual welcomed me as I returned. I noticed that the usual bank of desks was missing an there was something covered with a sheet in their place in the middle of the room. After discussing how my homework went Dr Ward introduced the theme of the evening. "Cuckolds have a responsibility to worship black cock, not just to passively watch their partners do it. I don't mean you have to be gay," she said dismissing my attempt at an objection. "But you have to express your admiration for the power of big black cocks more openly. We all know you admire them. You must admit it publicly and be seen to express it physically. Not through contact with them, they are bulls, they are too busy with your wife. But through contact with representations - dildos for instance. "I believe you have become acquainted with the joys of strap-ons, but you can also deep throat a dildo. You can where clothes such as your pyjamas there which depict the size difference. Don't let a single opportunity to have your photo taken alongside a black man for a comparison portrait be missed. That is a tribute to his power over you. Read books, watch interracial porn, but concentrate on the cocks more. Remember the black cock view rule." That was a rule which forbid me to masturbate unless there was a black cock or and image of a black cock in my line of vision. Usually porn or if I'm lucky Lucy's adventures filled the requirement but sometimes I'd had to resort to staring at dildos to get my release. Dr Ward went on to explain that I was to treat symbols of black cocks almost as objects of religious worship. Dildos, she explained were the best things to use for this. Not just your average sex toys either - you could make your own, larger even than life. And comparison was an important part of this philosophy. "If you ever miss a single opportunity to draw attention to your own inadequacies it is as bad as failing to praise her lover's strengths. The two go hand in hand. I know you feel humiliated, but remember it is not for that purpose but to highlight even further how amazing a powerful black cock is. The puniness of your pale little willy contrasts perfectly with his hard dark muscular rod. It is your job to draw attention to this and you will feel better than waiting for others to notice it once you have become used to it." The next part of the evening was spent with Dr Ward showing me a simple way to worship black cock, followed by a grander example. First I had to walk around the room finding the many huge black dildos that were arranged on desks, shelves, even one which I found fallen under a desk. I had a pot of toy cleaner with me and had to use my hands and the fluid to clean each massive rubber cock. "Good, nice and clean," said Dr Ward after I finished the first one, "What else must we remember? Who's black, who's white? Who's big, who's small?" I took the hint and improvising, held the dildo against my pubic bone and pointed it down so that my it utterly dwarfed my penis. I pulled myself out so you could see, otherwise I was literally eclipsed by the big cock. "Very good. Worship those cocks." said the doctor before I heard Cara's voice add that I looked really small compared to it. "Your willy is barely there." "It's there as much as it ever was," said Dr. Ward. "It's just dwarfed, as it always is and should be." I repeated the ritual of cleaning each dildo before humiliating myself with it. All this seemed quite normal compared to the finale. Dr Ward explained that while today's exercise showed how easy it is to worship black cock, once in a while the opportunity may arise to do so in a bigger and better way. The actual events that followed are something of a blur, I can't remember much about what she told me, or what I thought about it but whatever was said I spent the next thirty minutes stripped naked, riding a rodeo machine. Except this one was shaped like a huge black cock made of leather. The cock was angled up slightly, and without any thing to grab it with I had to lean forward and grab it with my arms. They barely went around it, and my face ended up pressed against the head of the cock! Cara and the doctor both found my attempts to ride it hilarious but the strange thing is so did I. I fell completely off three times, and Cara would help me re-mount, her hands on my ass and even my balls at one point as she tried to push me up. "Come on, worship that cock!" She laughed. "Cara, this is serious," said Dr Ward. "Although it does look funny." Both women laughed again as I gripped the massive leather cock with my knees and hung on for dear life. The thought of Lucy riding James' cock back home, her cunt flooding with his black seed at the same moment as I clung on to this ridiculous contraption was humiliating but I couldn't help seeing it as a challenge. Eventually I got the hang of it enough to sit upright for a short ride. That's were the photo in Lucy's scrap book of me riding a six foot black cock with a huge grin on my face came from. At last, the speed was turned down to a gentle rock and I was encouraged to actively hump the cock as it rocked me to orgasm. "Differential?" joked Dr Ward. "Even I don't know this one," I panted, "a million times bigger than me?" We laughed but a few more pushes of my hips on the slowly revolving cock made me cum so hard I almost slid off the end. Cara and the Doctor both helped me down and Cara wiped the cum off my penis and belly, before turning to work on the machine. "You weren't bad at that," said Dr Ward, "not for a first time. We have a little competition in the summer. Top prize for the longest ride on full power is a weekend's break at an interracial club on the coast. There's also a prize for the fastest orgasm. I think you'd have a shot at that with a bit more practise." I wasn't sure about that - the one thing I had managed to avoid being subjected too so far was humiliation sessions with other cuckolds present, despite Lucy's urgings. I'd only really been around them at parties and although I'd been roped into coming third out of six in a who's got the tiniest penis competition organised by the girls at one, I preferred to keep my experiences as private as was practical. I changed and returned to take my leave. Dr Ward handed me a package. "In there you will find a dic-ta-phone. Or perhaps you should call it a willy-a-phone. For homework you and your wife will find an hour's time in the next fortnight to discuss your mutual and separate feelings about your willy. I know you both realise it's too small, so there's a start. You will record this conversation as proof. I promise you will be surprised how useful it is to get things off your chest, and I think we should all be rather enlightened as to you wife's opinions." I took the package, said my goodbyes and headed for the car a little gingerly. CHAPTER 7 The 2nd Wednesday of the month had arrived. Of all my strange adventures with Lucy, I still felt more nerves and excitement at the anticipation of my fortnightly weeknight visits to the Cuckolds Clinic than anything else. And of all of my commitments it's the one I'd stop coming to if I had the choice. I've learnt to love watching Lucy enjoy those hard, huge black cocks and I've even learnt to enjoy, if maybe not love those nasty rubber cocks at Bend and Beg. It's different anyway. You never knew what to expect at the clinic though, except that it always seemed humiliating. That Wednesday night was a typical example. I knew I would have to listen and take notes to Dr Ward's lectures on penis size and the sexual performance of black men, more than likely having changed into my clinic t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, both of which we decorated with cartoonish pictures of hard black cocks and flaccid white ones. Willies I have to call them. And I could reasonably expect my own willy to be exposed at some point, with Dr Ward's young assistant Cara kindly helping me display the huge difference in size between my manhood and a life-based black dildo. Perhaps she would hold the dildo, or maybe this time I'd hold it and she'd pull my willy out alongside it. Not sure which was better. I'd even done my homework, which I admit I was sometimes slack on, and had gotten Lucy to lovingly draw a monster of a black cock on the front of my body in black marker. There is always something that catches me off guard however, even in this strange place. The clinic was actually a large art classroom which Dr Ward hired in the evenings, supposedly for adult evening classes. Well, that's what she would call the clinic and I was lucky to attend alone. We paid more for that. On Tuesdays there were up to six "students." Lucy was always trying to persuade me to go then instead saying I'd make friends. I think she wants to save the money for more trips to the BCC. I was met that night by Cara, in her student nurses outfit, And we walked to the clinic together. "OK Tom," she said cheerfully, "you'd better put your jammies on straight away, Dr Ward will be showing a film today and we're a bit short of time. Just change here." "Yes sorry, I got caught in traffic. I had to come straight from work as it is." I gave her my jacket and shoes and she took them off to the cloak room. Usually I got to change there in privacy but I was experienced enough of this place to not worry about stripping in front of her. I undid my tie and took my socks and jeans off as she cheerfully returned. I heard Dr Ward arrive behind me at the same time. "Hello Thomas," she said before turning to Cara, "I have the TV from resources for a couple of hours, can you set the DVD up, please? Ah, let's have a look at that please Thomas." I'd unbuttoned and removed my shirt displaying the temporary phallic tattoo. I turned and put my hands down. "Very, Very good," she beamed, "I'm impressed. Now you have a big black cock to go with your little white willy, don't you?" "Yes, Dr Ward." "Carry on dressing though we're short on time." I put the t-shirt on, and Cara took the rest of my clothes out as I quickly removed my underwear and reached for the pyjama bottoms. Dr Ward picked them up to give to Cara and stopped me, one leg in the bottoms. "Wait a minute. Do you realise these panties are filthy?" I instantly felt a rush of heat to the face. "there's a big yellow pee stain in the front." I didn't think it was big. "But..." "But what? I'll not having you coming here with dirty underwear and skid marks or anything else. Put those down," she motioned to my bottoms and took my hand, "come with me." We went into the small toilet which came off the side of the classroom. Now first things first, let's show you how to wash your willy. There's no excuse for not doing this twice a day, it's tiny enough!." Cara was silent and I couldn't see her but knew she'd be able to hear and most likely watching from outside the door. She ran a tap behind me as I faced away from her towards the wall. Then she was reaching over and a warm sponge was soaping my genitals. She did this for a few minutes, then gave me the sponge and made me demonstrate that I could do it myself. "We don't mind dirty minds but we want clean willies and clean panties. And bottoms - bend over a little. Open you butt cheeks for me." I did so, mortified. "We'll just give it a proper wipe to make sure." She got a wad of toilet paper and wiped my ass firmly enough to push me on tiptoes as I leant against the wall. Then she was soaping my butt with the warm sponge. A nice enough feeling for me to partially forget the shame until she snapped me out of it. "Right, come on. Leave your bottoms off now, you're nice and clean down there anyway. She went back into the classroom, beckoning for me to follow. The front row of five desks each had a plastic model penis in the middle. Four desks had big black cock models, I'd say about 12" worth. I'm good with that kind of judgment thanks to my studies. The middle desk had a model white willy. About an inches worth and flaccid, stuck to some blu-tack to keep it up. I guessed that was my seat, and sat down while Cara turned on the TV. "Good boy" said Dr Ward, "you're learning and doing your homework, all you needed to get a commendation today was to turn up with a clean willy and bottom and that's hardly rocket science Thomas. Next time." She wagged her finger as the DVD started. The film was nothing too memorable. I'll admit to sometimes enjoying DVDs Dr Ward had shown me which concentrated on sexual performance. These usually involved sex and I am allowed to masturbate at clinic, though it's a bit embarrassing. Today's film however was a study on the reduction of white penis size through the shame of confrontation with black cocks. The film showed a fully clothed woman and a black man being introduced to several naked white men. Each time the black mans cock was revealed in their presence, the already flaccid white willies seemed to shrink further. The film lasted half an hour, there were at least a dozen "experiments." They even showed slow motion close ups of some of the white penises shrinking right up to the body. It was quite comical really. Dr Ward asking me to stand up to display my own willy, which at that point was pretty shrivelled itself, and comparisons were made to the willies on screen, but it was nothing I hadn't grown used to. After the film I had to pee, and Dr Ward insisted that Cara accompanied me to the toilet. She held my penis as I peed and blushed bright red, then watched me wash it clean. I thought I don't have time to do this every time I pee, but thought better of saying anything. I was made to recite a few learned rules and points, before dressing. "When is it ok to masturbate?" "When there are black cocks or images of black cocks in view." "What's too small?" "My white willy and balls." "What your wife really needs is?" "A big black penis." "And what do we want squeaky clean next week? "My willy and my bottom." "Good boy - we didn't masturbate this week, so you will do it for me as homework. She took out a large poster and unfolded it. It was a close up photo of a black mans genitals. His cock was soft but I'd guess about 8" in that state. "Stare at this, masturbate and cum," she said. "Ask Lucy to sign a card to confirm you did it... and wash your willy afterwards." "Yes Dr Ward." An unusual task. Usually homework involved some form of creative art like the large ink phallus on my body. I am not gay, nor even bisexual. In order to complete my task I imagined that big black cock, several times larger than life on the poster, pumping relentlessly in and out of Lucy's stretched asshole, flooding it with cum. I knelt before the poster jerking my dick while Lucy stood quietly behind watching. I admit the humiliating feeling of being watched masturbating to a picture of a cock filled me with that now familiar warm feeling of shame mixed with pleasure. I came suddenly, my cum missing my clean up towel which Lucy called the cumforter and splashing the poster. "Naughty boy," laughed Lucy, "she won't like that. I'll see if I can get it off before it stains." CHAPTER 8 For some reason the idea that Lucy was coming with me to the cuckold's clinic this week really bothered me. Maybe it was because I still wanted to cling on to a bit of dignity in her eyes. Maybe it was just that I had fantasies of banging Cara, the assistant nurse at the clinic and didn't want Lucy showing me up. I felt a bit guilty about the fantasy. After all not only was I married but I knew full well it wasn't my place to penetrate anyone's vagina. The one occasion I had been allowed since Lucy went black was just a practical joke on her part. She'd been stretched out so much she couldn't feel me and there was so little friction even I couldn't cum! To make matters worse her lovers that day had commented more than once on how tight her pussy was! I complained about it and she tried to bribe me with letting me come with her to the club again, then resorted to threatening me with withdrawal of my orgasm privileges. I relented under duress. Even so when we walked in I was stunned to see Cara and Dr Ward chatting to two other women. These it turned out were the wives of other cuckold's who visited the clinic. We were introduced but I forgot their names straight away, preoccupied with trying to figure out what was going on. Before I could complain too much I was ordered into the changing room to put on my clinic uniform of tight white T-shirt with Black cock motifs and matching yellow pyjama bottoms. Actually, I couldn't find the bottoms anywhere only the shirt. It hardly mattered normally but with the new women there I called to ask where they were. It was Cara who replied. "You won't be needing them Tom. Come on out. Don't be shy." I certainly was shy, but I knew better than to try and put off the inevitable. I walked out into the room, Lucy, Dr Ward and the other women were chatting and barely noticed. Cara took my arm and ushered me to the side. I was startled to see two other cucks, both also wearing the regulation T-shirt and also naked from the waist down. I should have known! I'd made it clear I didn't want to visit when any other cucks were there but I guess when did I ever get a say in anything these days? Cara guided me along side them. I noticed that they were both smaller than me with a bit of misplaced pride, but the weird world of our sex lives at present smaller was actually considered better in a cuck. Apparently it looked cuter and wasn't going to be used for much anyway. "This is Daniel," said Cara, pointing to the red faced guy on my right, "And this is Jeremy. He's our champion wanker aren't you Jeremy? He can make his mess in under two minutes every time." Amazingly, Jeremy WASN'T red faced. He seemed pleased with the compliment. We were told we could sit on the stools behind us. I hopped up, not noticing until I looked to my left that the stools seats sat on enormous black cocks with balls as their base. They were high enough for my feet to be off the floor, resting on the balls. Jeremy's didn't even reach that far and were dangling. He looked ridiculous but I was aware I must too. We were facing the TV and Cara switched on a DVD. It was a short film of talking heads. A succession of women giving their personal reasons for preferring black lovers. The reasons varied and including things I'd never thought of. It was an eye opener. Our wives had their turn appearing on the film. Lucy mentioned her fetish for black male asses. She reckons white men don't have much in that department. Come to think of it she doesn't think we have much in any department physically at least. At the end of the film, with all three of us sitting there with hard penises and not really giving a shit (you get desensitised to embarrassment after so much of it - up to a point at least) Dr Ward gave us a short talk. She praised our progress as cuckolds and advised that we were graduating from our first year. "White boys such as yourselves are so much happier if you accept your limitations instead of trying to hide them with macho bluster, or worse still wasting time and money on cons that are supposed to make your willies into cocks. You will feel more content if you fully put aside your penis envy of black men and your jealousy at their taking your wife and realise that you have a place in her heart and a role in her life that is not under threat. "Finally, you will once again enjoy your sex lives if you put aside childish notions of wishing to compete with big black cocks and be happy to masturbate. After all you only have to worry about pleasuring yourselves now. As long as you follow the rules you have an easy time. You three have come to learn these things and will graduate after your orgasms today. All three of you will masturbate immediately." Cara flicked on another DVD, this time of Dr Ward herself sucking the widest black cock! She had a measuring cup in her hands. Lucy and the two women came forward, each one kneeling on front of their husband holding a similar cup. Lucy had a proud look on her face. I jerked off furiously, my eyes switching between the TV and Lucy. I was aware of the other cucks doing the same beside me. Lucy reached up and pushed gently on my chin to raise my head. She was helping me follow the rules, knowing I was too horny to concentrate. I had to be watching the screen at the moment I came or I'd be in breech of the black cock view rule and lose a weeks orgasm privileges. Sure enough Jeremy came first to his wife's patronising applause. I shut them out and concentrated on the black cock on the film, stretching Dr Ward's mouth to tearing point. She released her man and cum flooded out of her mouth into the cup just as I exploded. My head tilted back in pleasure I would have missed the cup but Lucy at expertly manoeuvred it so that it had collected every drop. "Good boys" said Cara collecting them from the wives. She checked the volume of each one and Dr. Ward announced it in a matter of fact voice. This was no completion though. The three amounts were totalled up and Cara wrote them on the white board. Dr. Ward re- started the film, running it on and re-pausing it at the point that it showed a close up of her bulls cup. She read the number from the screen and Cara wrote that down too. "So there you have it" said Dr. Ward, "a useful experiment. The three of you combined have produced a tiny bit more cum than the bull in the film - however by such a small margin that it confirms our hypothesis that it takes three white boys to produce as much semen as one black man." So I graduated the Cuckold's Clinic. We drove home that night looking forward to our visit to the club that weekend. From now on I'd be getting more practical demonstrations of interracial fucking from Lucy and her friends. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 59