The Whitman Website

As you left the celebration and started on your way home you were kicking yourself. You could’ve chosen a date and had wild, crazy sex with her for the rest of the evening. At worst you could’ve fucked Bianca any way you wanted in the Singles Room and lived off that memory until next Sunday. Unfortunately, your thirst for information clouded your better judgement leaving you with the experience of a handjob from a hot 18 year old. You thought it would be a difficult night of sleep getting through even to the internship tomorrow much less all the way till next Sunday.

Your fears were allayed though once you got home. Wayne had e-mailed you a link to the Whitmen website along with a user name and password. Even though you had boxes of items to unpack and your house was a mess, you spent the remainder of the day jerking off to the website. It’s not that you didn’t have willpower, it was that the website was so damn amazing.

It had to have had over 100 women on there. Each woman had multiple shots; the requisite shot with cum on their face once they joined the Whitwomen, and multiple other shots of them performing a number of different sexual acts. Just about every woman on that site had pictures of her being pissed on, spit on, being slapped, giving rimjobs, and licking a man’s feet. There was one woman who always had her face obscured by a paper bag. Even during sex she wore a paper bag over her head. Some had the women playing dressup. You saw a flight attendant, a school girl, and a girl in workout gear. Just about every fetish you’d seen or heard of was represented on this website.

As you browsed through the women two other things surprised you. First, they had photos from decades ago. Lauren, Wayne’s wife, had photos of her from when she joined the Whitmen over 22 years ago! It was as much a porn site as it was a historical record. Second, a lot of the men had photos with Bianca. There were clearly taken outside of the Singles Room. Based on what you knew, that seemed like a violation of the Whitmen standards. To have sex with someone who wasn’t your wife outside of Whitman approved events.

You eventually settled to jacking it to Jennifer’s webpage. Partially because this was easily the hottest website you’d ever seen. Partially because even though he was blurred, you could tell in most of the photos where Jennifer is fucking someone that it’s Wayne. By your count you ejaculated 8 times that day. So much so that you less “fell asleep” and more “passed out” at the end of the day.