Lost My Virginity To My Dad's Live-in Girlfriend

This took place in the early seventies. No specific ages will be mentioned.

My mom died after a mercifully brief battle with a brain malignancy. Dad and I had a hard time coping. There were no money worries because Dad's business was successful, but the house was quiet and lonely. Mom was the talkative, cheerful person who kept us both in a good mood.

After about a year, Dad went a little crazy. He started dating a lot of much younger women. One day I came home from school and this barely legal blonde was there. Dad introduced me to her, saying, "Meet Rhonda!" I was the type to go along to get along, so I was courteous to her, but as soon as I could I went straight to my room.

She moved in not long after. Even though Dad was at work a lot, I got along with Rhonda better than I thought I would. She was bubbly and silly and I found myself tolerating if not liking her. She was changeable and immature, though. She'd get annoyed and angry with me all of a sudden, and I didn't always know why.

It was warm that summer day, and it was before noon, and Dad was at work. I had slept late and was still wearing nothing but briefs. Rhonda was sitting on the couch drinking her second or third glass of wine already, and being a grouch about something. I used to call her the couch grouch. I don't remember what we were arguing about now, but I remember mumbling under my breath, "Rhonda, what a st*pid wh*re." As fast as lightning she grabbed me by the arm and put me over her lap. For those who might not know, corporal punishment was the norm in some U.S. communities in those days. Boys especially would get spanked at school and at home. It wasn't unheard of even for a neighbor to swat you if you'd done something really offensive or reckless.

So there I was, across Rhonda's bare legs. She was wearing tight, very short striped hotpants with a wide belt (that was a thing then) and a braless t shirt at least one size too small. Now, I had always thought she was hot, but I wasn't consciously in full lust mode. I had been going to church with a neighbor family since Mom died, and I'd been praying to keep those "sinful" feelings from overwhelming me. Rhonda started spanking me barehanded, not real fast, but one firm swat at a time in steady rhythm.

I started getting hard, and my cock slipped out of the fly of my briefs and touched her bare skin. I was poking her thigh with every swat. For whatever reason, this struck her as funny. She started giggling. Since she wasn't mad, I thrusted against her deliberately a couple of times. She stopped and slowly picked me up by my arms and I stood facing her. My cock was out of my briefs, pointing almost straight up. She was still smiling and she said almost innocently, "I guess you do kind of like me, huh?"

I gently took her by the shoulders and lay her down on the couch where she had just spanked me. I undid her hotpants as fast as I could and got out of my briefs. She didn't encourage me, but she didn't resist. I mounted her and poked around until I got inside her. The thrusting started automatically. I didn't even have to try. I lifted her t shirt and started sucking on one of her nipples. It was a pretty awkward performance, but she didn't say anything, pro or con. She finally put her arms around me.

I must have come a gallon. I'd had a couple of wet dreams by that point, and I guess trying not to lust after girls really let things build up. When I started to get up, I dripped come on her lower belly. She grasped my arm and said, "Please, just stay with me a while. There's room here. Just lay beside me, please?" So I did and we talked for a while. She told me her whole story, bad home life, had been staying with friends until she met my dad.

We started having sex regularly after that. I felt guilty and prayed to stop but I didn't. She needed someone to talk to and I became a confidant. I just listened, which seemed to be what she needed.

One day I came home and she was gone. I asked Dad and he said, wearily but without anger, as though he expected it, " She left with some guy. I should have known better." She was never mentioned anymore. I heard she left town, and I never saw her again.