And that was when I knew that our sex life, as a couple, was finished.I turned to porn, of course; as well as masturbation; and that seemed good enoug..., up to a point. But I missed a more human touch! It seemed a little sad each time I'd jerk-off while watching porn, shoot my load of cum, and then, somewhat unceremoniously, wipe it up with wads of toilet paper and then flush it down the toilet! There had to be something better!That's when I started coming across the concept of the private glory. As she told me on numerous occasions, her sexual preference was penetration. Vaginal, oral or anal; it didn’t matter as long as she was being penetrated. Preferably culminating in copious amounts of ejaculate being injected. “Penetration’s the thing!” she’d declare. “There isn’t anything like being fucked hard and then feeling that dick twitch and pulse as it fills you with hot cum!” It got to the point where foreplay was reduced to me telling her how hard and how fast I was going to fill what. Carl would make a show of shaking off the last droplets before tucking his meat away into his snickers and relishing in making the young boy nervous. We drank some more before Carl decided we should go back to the flat. We were still in our work clothes and dirty and the evening crowd was starting to gather. Carl got some drink from the ‘offy’ and joked about having a private party the 3 of us. We got back to the flat. It was spotless and had to stay that way. Carl had us leave our boots and. “Yes, sir. Sure,” I said as I wore my pant.“Will you fail again?” he asked.“Yes. Now it’s not even a problem,” I said“If you come to me whenever I ask, you’ll have no problems till you finish college,” he said.“Sure. No problems. Thanks for taking my virginity sir,” I said.“You were a virgin? But your pussy didn’t look like a virgin one.”“I used to play with myself using carrot and brinjal.”“Naughty girl. Now go, someone could doubt you.”“Bye sir,” and I left the room.Next day was the last day.