His back was to me, and he moved the half step backward until his body was pressing against me. There I was, standing in the shower with my dick press...ng against Ken’s ass, his right hand guiding me while his left hand pressed against my hip, gently coaxing me as the head of my cock slipped inside of him. He would pull me in a little then stop, and I could feel him relaxing. Then he would pull me inside his ass a bit more and stop. It felt as though it took hours until I was all the way. I was excused because I had worked a late night shift at the post office filling in as a temporary worker during the Christmas season. My sister Princess was faking a bout with her asthma and we had the house all to ourselves on a bright and cheery morning of repetitious vaginal and anal voyages of vociferous expression and spunk dampened sheets.My little sister told me to go into the closet and pull out a set of new sheets so she could make the bed up hiding the evidence of our illicit union.. .."There I was caught in my bred in morals. I was not opposed to sex at all, far far from it, but I just thought that in time there would be a boy of my choice, a lot of love, dates and in the end I would do it with him. I would offer my cherries. My choice of where, what, who, how and when and lots of it. Of course I knew all about loose morals of cheerleaders and the football squad, to say the least. Those bus rides were long and boring. Everybody knew that in the backseat more than one girl. " I said I was sorry, Miss." Jane tried again, but it was obviously not going to work.Jane's worst fears were realised as Miss Carlton, still flexing the ruler, asked. "Do you know what a dyke is, Jane."Jane hated talking about sex, she kept thinking her mom was going to sit her down for that all important 'birds and bees' chat that mothers and daughters were supposed to have, and up till now she had been spared, but now she had to talk about it with her teacher!Swallowing hard, Jane managed to.