The Internship - Sex Ed Class - Part #2

You noticed that the high school men didn’t disrobe, they just pulled their cocks out of their zippers. “Bianca” you asked, “how come the guys didn’t get nude?” “Boys will be boys” Bianca began to answer. “High school Whitmen do tend to get upset that they can only use their Whitwomen classmates during the internship and during celebrations. While they understand it’s not the women’s fault, they still like to exact **** wherever they can. This is one form of it; they deny the women the chance to see them fully nude. It drives them crazy!”

“What else do they do?” you asked, turned on by the idea of these guys humiliating their female classmates. “A few things: they’ll take a woman’s lipstick and circle areas on her body that the guys think could use improvement. They’ll close their eyes during sex and call the woman by the wrong name; usually a hot female classmate who isn’t a Whitwoman. The gas chamber is probably the worst of it though.”

Bianca continued, “when the women give them a rimjob, sometimes the guys will fart right into their face. It’s very difficult for the woman to maintain their composure and not gag. If they do break the rimjob or gag/****/cough, then the guys will shame them. It’s mean but they’re Whitmen, they have the right to do it.”

Soon the guys switched partners and were fucking two different girls asses. It was amazing seeing these two young guys be in such control. Especially since neither of them were remotely attractive, yet the women in this room ranged from cute to scorching hot.

You asked Bianca another question. “Hey, just out of curiosity, how come Jennifer followed Bunk into the bathroom during the last class after he came in her mouth?” “Bunk has a pissing privilege” Bianca said. “What’s that?” you asked.

Bianca explained that some Whitmen can get waivers from certain rules when extraordinary circumstances are at play. “If a Whitman has a special situation come up then he can discuss it with Wayne. If Wayne finds the situation legitimate, then he grants them an exemption from that one rule. Bunk says that because of his size it’s impossible for him to comfortably use a urinal. So, during Whitman events and the Sunday celebrations, when he has to use the bathroom a woman goes with him. She typically pulls down his pants, takes his cock, and helps him aim. Then she’ll clean it off with her mouth and help him get dressed.”

“I sort of get it, but how come Bunk just doesn’t sit down to pee?” you asked Bianca. Bianca chuckles before explaining something very important. “It’s not that the issue actually exists, it’s that a Whitman says it exists. Yes, Bunk could pee sitting down. Or he could have his wife help him piss. He said that he had to use the urinal though and he had to have another woman help him. He was “too nervous” to piss in front of his wife. As long as Wayne agrees then the situation and the motive aren’t questioned. There are others with even crazier privileges. Wait till you meet Old Donny; his is a doozy!”