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My parents are of the hippie, new age kind of type. They are very sexually liberal, whereas I tend to be more conservative, and this difference has caused issues. From time to time, I've been bothered by them having sex in the living room and walking naked through the house.
I have a beautiful girlfriend, and recently I decided to invite her to my home. We have been together for six months, and my parents invited us for dinner and wine. My parents asked a lot of personal questions and soon enough found out we hadn't slept together, but that my girlfriend had started with the pill in anticipation for it to happen.
They made the outrageous suggestion that my father could take my girlfriend's virginity in order to make our first time together easier. They went on and on about it, and claimed this used to be quite normal in historical times—the father helping the son by taking the virginity of his bride. Through the wine and constant insisting and nagging, they managed to pressure us into saying yes.
A couch was converted into a bed and my girlfriend was made to lay down on it. My mother and I sat behind them, and she soothed me while my father went through with two intercourses with my girlfriend. It happened in a normal or standard way, I guess, but he was obviously enjoying that, and he used no condom. For the most part, all I could see was his butt.
Afterwards, my parents congratulated each other with a job well done. I was more or less numb or in shock. My girlfriend had been passive. She’d felt some vaginal pain at first, then tried to get used to what was happening with her. The table and the mess was cleaned, and after giving us some assurances and making some jokes between themselves, they went to bed. Only then did I fully realize what had taken place.
Later that night, I felt the need to reclaim her, and asked her if I could sleep with her. She said yes. It felt good and was intimate, but when I went down on her, I found a black hair that certainly didn't belong, and she smelled a bit fishy. Basically, I lost my virginity in my father's sloppy seconds. I almost feel there was some gay element to it all.
The day after, my parents pretended as if nothing happened, but through some inquisition, they managed to find out we had been intimate. They claimed it had been easier with their "help" and I was assured she was all mine.
As some time has passed, I'm feeling increasingly resentful. I wonder what their motivation could have been? Was it sexual pleasure for my father, or did they want to humiliate us? When it was going on, my father looked back at us and asked if we liked the view.
My girlfriend, of course, regrets it, and says we should try to fight through it and get over it eventually. My parents stepped far, far over the line, ruined a special moment for us, and made a dirty mess of our love life. Thanks to my father, I'll never sleep with a virgin, as I want to keep my girl. I want to punish them somehow, but I don't want to go as far as to disown my parents. Should I demand an apology from them to both of us? In that case, how can that help us? Or should I simply try to live with it? They, of course, have noticed my anger.
I have a beautiful girlfriend, and recently I decided to invite her to my home. We have been together for six months, and my parents invited us for dinner and wine. My parents asked a lot of personal questions and soon enough found out we hadn't slept together, but that my girlfriend had started with the pill in anticipation for it to happen.
They made the outrageous suggestion that my father could take my girlfriend's virginity in order to make our first time together easier. They went on and on about it, and claimed this used to be quite normal in historical times—the father helping the son by taking the virginity of his bride. Through the wine and constant insisting and nagging, they managed to pressure us into saying yes.
A couch was converted into a bed and my girlfriend was made to lay down on it. My mother and I sat behind them, and she soothed me while my father went through with two intercourses with my girlfriend. It happened in a normal or standard way, I guess, but he was obviously enjoying that, and he used no condom. For the most part, all I could see was his butt.
Afterwards, my parents congratulated each other with a job well done. I was more or less numb or in shock. My girlfriend had been passive. She’d felt some vaginal pain at first, then tried to get used to what was happening with her. The table and the mess was cleaned, and after giving us some assurances and making some jokes between themselves, they went to bed. Only then did I fully realize what had taken place.
Later that night, I felt the need to reclaim her, and asked her if I could sleep with her. She said yes. It felt good and was intimate, but when I went down on her, I found a black hair that certainly didn't belong, and she smelled a bit fishy. Basically, I lost my virginity in my father's sloppy seconds. I almost feel there was some gay element to it all.
The day after, my parents pretended as if nothing happened, but through some inquisition, they managed to find out we had been intimate. They claimed it had been easier with their "help" and I was assured she was all mine.
As some time has passed, I'm feeling increasingly resentful. I wonder what their motivation could have been? Was it sexual pleasure for my father, or did they want to humiliate us? When it was going on, my father looked back at us and asked if we liked the view.
My girlfriend, of course, regrets it, and says we should try to fight through it and get over it eventually. My parents stepped far, far over the line, ruined a special moment for us, and made a dirty mess of our love life. Thanks to my father, I'll never sleep with a virgin, as I want to keep my girl. I want to punish them somehow, but I don't want to go as far as to disown my parents. Should I demand an apology from them to both of us? In that case, how can that help us? Or should I simply try to live with it? They, of course, have noticed my anger.
