I started having sex in the bathroom

This story recounts a young woman’s first sexual experience, which takes place in her bathroom at the age of 20.

I lost my virginity when I was sixteen, during my tenth grade year. It happened with a distant relative who was like a cousin, named Trish. He was around twenty or twenty-one years old. One evening, after dinner, everyone went to sleep. I stayed in my room watching TV. The movie was very sensual, and it reminded me of an adult film I had seen on a friend’s phone a few days earlier.

As the movie progressed, memories of those scenes flooded back, and I felt a surge of desire. I took off all my clothes and began to masturbate. My excitement grew until around eleven o’clock when I needed to use the bathroom.

I grabbed a toothbrush from the counter, driven by an overwhelming urge. Lost in the moment, I inserted the brush into my vagina and moved it back and forth. I threw off the blanket and continued, completely consumed by pleasure. I didn’t even remember to close the bathroom door.

Suddenly, a voice startled me: “What are you doing?”

I jumped and turned around to see Trish standing right behind me. He was only wearing a towel.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, flustered.

“I needed to use the bathroom,” he replied. “I saw you doing something.”

Caught off guard, I blurted out, “Can’t you see what I’m doing? Do you have any manners?”

He chuckled, “Well, it seems the thief is threatening the watchman here!”

“No, that’s not true,” I retorted. “You go pee; I’ll finish what I’m doing.”

The truth was, I wanted to see his penis. I thought if he had seen my vagina and anus, then I should get a look at his too.

“Are you going to stay here?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said. “What’s it to you? You’ve already seen me.”

He smirked, “Okay.” Then, he dropped his towel, revealing himself completely. His penis was much larger and thicker than I had imagined, swaying like a thick snake. He grabbed his erect penis and began to urinate. I was amazed at the amount of urine that came out of such a large organ. After finishing, he wiped and stroked it.

My eyes were glued to his erection. I suddenly reached out and grasped his penis, feeling its warmth and hardness. It felt like holding a hot snake. Within moments, I noticed his penis growing even larger, becoming rigid and thick, almost like a piece of wood. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. Soon, a slippery fluid began to ooze from the tip, resembling shampoo. He groaned with pleasure.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“That’s semen,” he explained. “It feels really good. You’ll feel the same way when you start releasing fluids from your vagina.”

“But how?” I questioned.

“Come here, let me show you,” he said.

“Okay,” I agreed.

“Lie down on the bathroom floor,” he instructed.

“Why?” I asked.

“Just come on, I’ll teach you how to have fun,” he urged.

I silently lay down on the cold bathroom floor. He lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, then inserted a finger into my anus and began to rotate it. I felt pleasure building within me.

“Wow, your anus is so big,” he commented.

He grabbed some coconut oil from nearby and rubbed it inside my vagina before inserting another finger. Then, he added two more fingers, stretching my vagina wider. After a moment, he positioned his penis at the entrance of my vagina and began to slowly push it in. I felt a slight pain, and I gasped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pausing.

“Your penis is too big,” I said. “It won’t fit.”

“Relax, don’t worry,” he reassured me. “Just watch my penis.”

Although I was hesitant to allow such a large penis into my body, the desire to experience pleasure overcame my fear. I remained silent. He slowly and carefully inserted his entire penis into my vagina. The sensation was intense, but the oil helped to minimize the pain. I was amazed that such a large organ could fit inside me.

He held it there for a while before saying, “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” I admitted.

Then he withdrew slightly and re-inserted himself slowly. The pleasure intensified, and the pain subsided completely. He repeated this process several times, his movements becoming more confident. Suddenly, he began to thrust forcefully into me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, surprised.

“Cleaning your vagina,” he replied.

I was confused. “Is that what you call it?”

“Yes, my dear,” he said. “It’s both cleaning and sex.”

“So, you’re fucking me?” I asked, the word feeling strange on my tongue.

“Yeah, how does it feel?” he asked.

“Good,” I admitted.

“Have you ever seen anyone else doing this before?”

“I’ve seen it in movies and heard stories from older girls at school who say they have sex with their friends,” I confessed. “Ever since then, I’ve wanted to try it myself, but I didn’t know how.”

“Well, now you know,” he said, a smug smile on his face.

He pulled me close, holding me tightly in his arms as he closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. I felt a warm sensation inside my vagina.

“What happened? What did you do?” I asked, curious.

“Nothing, darling,” he replied. “It’s just that my semen has come out.”

After a while, he withdrew from me and stood up. I looked down at myself and saw blood dripping from my vagina. Fear gripped me. “What is this? What came out of my vagina?”

He knew my hymen had ruptured, but he lied, saying, “It’s nothing, it’s just my semen. When a girl has sex for the first time, her vagina turns red.” He added, “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.”

I felt a little calmer, relieved that it wasn’t something more serious. Then it dawned on me that we were in my house, and thankfully no one had seen us.

We both quickly got dressed and returned to our respective rooms. The next morning, when I brought him tea, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” I replied.

“Does your vagina hurt?”

“It does a little, but it’s not too bad,” I said. “Will it be okay?”

He reassured me, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’s normal to feel some pain after your first time. Just don’t tell anyone about last night. Otherwise, they’ll call you a slut.”

He left that day, and I never saw him again. Since then, I have slept with countless men, losing count of how many times my vagina and anus have been penetrated. I no longer remember their names or faces, nor do I want to.