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I'm a Korean guy. This marks my single most painful and striking experience in life.My family had a Scandinavian exchange student. She was very beautiful, tall and with long blonde hair she often kept in braids. With her shining blue eyes, she could remind of the Valkyries in the Viking Myths. Needless to say, I was secretly in love with her. She had a powerful personality too. Very headstrong and determined, yet soft and flirtatious too. I had to watch her every day. Eating and smiling, taking showers or being busy with her school work. She had a boyfriend at home, so nothing could happen between us anyway.A year had passed, and it was the last evening before she was to leave. Everyone was sad, and my family had made a final dinner for her. After the dinner was done, she said she wished she could be part of our family forever. My father told her they could make it so, symbolically at least, by making a ritual where she was initiated as a priestess and part of the permanent family unit. She said she would like to. He said it would take some effort, because part of the ritual would involve intimate contact.My family are Buddhists, with tolerance for all life and all ways of living, but we also have a heritage from Shindo, https://escortium.org the Korean folk religion. What he was suggesting was a variation of the Naerim gut, an initiation rite where she would be made Mudang, a female member of our community. But part of the process would involve the head of the family mounting her. She asked if this meant he was going to have sex with her and got a positive answer. She wondered if my mother did not object. My mother said she would accept it, as long as it involved just the sexual contact and not traditional love-making, face-to-face.I couldn't believe what was being discussed. Clearly, my family was having fun, but they also wanted to see if they could make her go through with it. When asked about her boyfriend, she said they hadn't done anything yet. And that was the final obstacle. Once they had rationalized that sexual contact prior to their union didn't represent unfaithfulness, she had after all been gone an entire year, she accepted. Yeah, so my parents are very tolerant, but also fun-loving, and it was clear they wanted this to happen.The ritual involved chanting and music, while she had to wear a white robe, hold a sword, and get her feet washed. Finally, flower petals were strewn over her head, and it was time for something I never thought was possible. Both my mother and I were going to bear witness to the final stage of the ritual.My father got her to stand in front of the dining table. There, he made her lean forward, and lifted her robe all the way up to her back. Her panties were pulled down and handed over to me, exposing a milk-white butt. She was told to hold that position and stand still, while my father got completely undressed, as he wanted freedom of movement. It was weird seeing my father with an erection pointing everywhere, and knowing he was going to take the virginity of a girl with a boyfriend back home, the girl I was secretly in love with. My mother and I were standing on each side of her and were supposed to be chanting. I think I entirely forgot.It's crude to say, but in a way, she looked like some sort of exotic animal. She had glittering blonde hair and her naked skin was snow white. She was taller than him, and clearly physically superior to the point she could probably fight us off using her fierce eyes, so it was something unnatural seeing her stand in such a submissive position. Her braids were dangling as she turned her head to look behind, and she was clearly embarrassed, because her face was red and flushed.*quot;Oh, don't look at me there!*quot; she said and tried to cover some of her intimate parts with her hand. He whispered assuringly at her and moved her hand away. Then he got in position behind her and placed the penis at the entrance of her vagina. It was like he was going to conquer a lady from a foreign tribe, a lady that was both taller and stronger. He said something in that regard too.*quot;Let's tame her.*quot;Then he put it in. For a moment something held back, there was a small clicking sound, and he had his scandalous intrusion.*quot;Ow,*quot; she said softly.He didn't react so well, because he immediately lost his balance and had to clutch her hips in order not to fall down. They slid across the table and tore down a water pourer, which fell on the floor and got smashed in a cascade of water, before he finally had stabilized enough to stand firmly pressed up against her butt. He clearly had difficulties holding back, because again and again, he had to whisper the basic Buddhist serenity prayer: Om mani padme hum, over and over. Finally, he could lean back and let out a big sigh.*quot;Now that is what I call payback for the pressure cooker.*quot;They had had a particular bad argument over the use of a pressure cooker in the kitchen, lasting several weeks.