Sex. Horrid, unclean, messy sex.She had lost her virginity the night of the Junior Prom. Her date had been very insistent. And very clumsy. It had hur..., and she had cried -- out of disappointment and grief as much as from the pain. And afterwards he had started ugly rumors that she was a slut. And a frigid slut, at that.Her second attempt wasn't much better. She'd been in college by then and thrilled that the captain of the basketball team had taken an interest in her. An interest that extended. “How are you?”“I’m doing okay, May. How’re you managing without your favorite son-in-law underfoot,” I asked, playfully.“I miss the poor lug,” she told me. “Who else is going to eat pie with me ‘til we’re sick?”“I’d eat your pie morning, noon and night,” I assured her.Yeah, we were aware of the double meaning. We teased each other with this joke since I’d first gotten together with Beth. I’d made the comment innocently the first time and everyone caught the dirtier meaning at the same time. I. At home I spread a big trash bag, then two beach towels across our king-size bed and placed the books & a tube of K-Y Jelly near the pillow, then back to the kitchen. With the end away from the stem suspended over the sink, I very carefully cut a hole in it there that I knew would just barely admit the head of my hard dick, then even more carefully beveled the edges of the hole until it's edges were smooth and rounded. The last step was to push a broom handle in about 5", crushing the meat of. It ended with us both having a wank, I did touch his and he didn't touch mine. We met up at his house for the next few days and did exactly the same thing, Kev called it the wank club. We'd be out somewhere and he'd just say "wank club" then we go back to his house and shoot our loads to porn.A few weeks latter I called on him and he invited me in, we both had our cocks out and Kev started talking about being a virgin, he freely admitted he was one (he was 23 at the time) and I told him I was..