The Bathroom

All characters are 18+. All characters are consenting adults. Written and edited by Emma (Lil_Lostie) and includes no AI assistance in any way.

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I wrapped my lips around his cock and dipped my head, my tongue acting as a guide as I took it in. The deep, vulnerable, lustful groan that spilled from his lips made my heart race and my body tingle as a wet warmth simmered behind my navel, and down between my legs. I shifted a little, adjusting my knees wider, my legs folded under me, feeling the hard coolness of the tiled bathroom floor. It was hardly comfortable but, I'd been eager to get started so, I couldn't really complain now.

He yelped as I gulped, swallowing deeply to help defeat my gag reflex as his cock pressed into the top of my throat. He was so fucking cute. He'd said he was a virgin and, while guys talked a lot of shit if they thought it would get them laid, I was starting to believe him more as we got further into this. I could see his hands ball into tight fists as he struggled with the sensation of me sliding him deeper, like he was struggling to hold himself back already. It helped me a great deal that he was a nice size, which I loved, not too big, perfectly average. Which meant I could take all of it, I thought cheekily, gulping again as I gently finished sliding along his length, his balls pressing heavily and warmly against my chin.

I tilted my head up, feeling his shaft and head shift uncomfortably in my throat, but loving the low, shaky breath it drew out of him too much to let it bother me. Standing over me, he'd let his head fall back and closed his eyes and, while I craved the eye contact, if my mouth hadn't been full of cock I'd have still giggled at his loss of control. Besides, I could get him to look down no problem, I reckoned, reaching behind me, a little awkwardly given my situation, to release my bra. I did giggle, the noise coming out as a wet burble, when his eyes opened and shot down at me so fast it must've hurt his neck when he realised what I was doing. I slipped my shoulder straps off and pulled the cups away from me, spilling my boobs out in a quick motion. My nipples went hard immediately as the cool air hit them, and I felt tingles all over again, fizzing across my chest and the down my spine.

That made our respective clothing disparity rather unbalanced in his favour, I supposed but, I kind of liked it that way. It fed my own kinks just enough to thrill me, at least. My dress had gone almost as soon as the door was locked. I was pretty sure I'd thrown it onto the sink counter, or in that general direction anyway. Now with my bra off, which I just flicked blindly aside, keeping my eyes locked on his, that just left me in my thong and heels. He, in contrast, was still practically fully clothed. I'd only really opened his trousers enough to pull his underwear down and get his cock out.

I let him have a moment, his eyes wildly trying to look at my boobs, my mouth, my eyes, and down my slightly arched back all at the same time. Then, I started sucking.

And, as it turned out, he really hadn't been lying about being a virgin. I slid my lips back up his shaft, cradling his head as it came into my mouth, before sinking slowly back down again. Down, up, down, up, slowly, adjusting to having something going down my throat as I went, getting used to the tight, wet, slippery squeezing sensation. On the third downward bob of my head, I heard him swear, his voice trembling and broken. I almost choked in surprise at the sudden flex and jerk of his cock, half in my throat. I pulled my head back just enough to be able to freely swallow as the first, huge pulse of cum erupted into me, thick, slippery and salty, pumping into the back of my mouth and throat heavily. I put my hands on his thighs, steadying myself, trying to stay composed as he kept on cumming. Two, three, four, more heavy ropes flooded into my mouth until with a final grunt of utter satisfaction he fired off a fifth smaller one to finish.

I waited for a moment, making sure there was no more, and then pulled my head back, mouth open as his throbbing, slippery cock dropped out from my lips, leaving a sticky trail on my chin. I could see him breathing rapidly, chest rising and falling as he looked at the cum splattered all over my tongue, and then I closed my mouth, smirked cheekily, and swallowed. When I opened back up to show him, I think he nearly fainted. My hands on his thighs and a quick grab of the towel rail were all that kept him standing, I think.

So. Fucking. Cute.

"I am so, so sorry" He immediately started to apologise, his face burning an even deeper shade of red. "I couldn't... I didn't... You did..." He stammered through a poor explanation of himself, getting his speech all jumbled up in his embarrassed haste. "Thank you!" He gasped, making me giggle just a little bit. Though, with a delighted shake of my head I motioned for him to stop.

"It's ok, relax." I breathed, tasting him in my throat. "And, don't say thank you. It makes me feel like... like it was transactional." I smiled widely. "Don't worry. You don't have anything to prove. you're doing just fine." My smile became a smirk. "And, your cum tastes fucking delicious. by the way" I added, hoping to give him a confidence boost at least and enjoying the shock on his face for just a moment after he realised what I'd said. Then, fearing he might start apologising again or thank me more, I quickly leant back in and started sucking his cock all over again. I've never seen a refractory period end so fast as his did in that moment. He went from starting to soften, right back to dangerously hard all with just a few delicate licks of my tongue.

This time, he lasted much longer. Soon I was back to taking him rhythmically down my throat, soft, wet gulps sounding each time I pressed my nose to his body. He smelled good, clean, with just the slightest hint of male flavour underneath, now sweetened by the heady taste of cum and my saliva smeared over his cock and down my own throat. He kept groaning, his breath catching each time I pressed down his length, soft curses slipping out when he was close to losing it. And, for my own part, I could feel the uncomfortable spread of warm wetness soaking my thong, as a desperately deep ache throbbed between my legs.

I hadn't intended for him to fuck me. But then, I hadn't intended to deep throat a random guy's cock and swallow his cum either when I'd arrived so, why stop now, I supposed. Besides, it was his first time, I was practically sexually obligated to give him the full experience, right? And even though I was fully expecting it to be short, and not technically satisfying, I absolutely needed to feel something inside me. That deep hollow ache needed to be filled. So, mind made up, slowly, I took him out of my mouth, giving his tip one last playful lick, and a tender kiss. I revelled in the sight of his face falling, evidently thinking we were done. "Don't worry." I sighed quietly, standing up and wriggling my ruined thong off, letting it drift down my legs stepping out of it and my heels in one go. "You're going to fuck me now instead." I added, enjoying the way his face lit up so eager again.

He didn't even try to resist staring, his eyes roaming my fully naked body like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. "Wait..." He started, "you mean like... actually fuck you?"

I giggled again. "Yes. Fuck me. Now, stop just staring and come over here." Soon I was bent over the sink, looking at myself in the mirror as he tentatively set himself up behind me.

He hesitated, and I watched a distressed agony pass across his face for a moment before he spoke up. "I uh... I don't have a condom. I didn't... Well, I never expected..." He gestured down the length of my bare back to between my cheeks, and I dropped my head to conceal my smile. Very cute. And respectful, I noted now. I'd seen the battle play out in real time across his face, whether to say something and maybe lose this one golden chance or to keep quiet and just go for it. He'd chosen well in the end, though I hadn't been testing him at all.

"I don't care." I said carefully, raising my head and looking into his eyes., "I'm on birth control, it's totally ok. I want you to put it in me, raw." I let me face become serious for just a moment. "It's ok, I promise. You can't get me pregnant. Now, please," I added, almost whining, "I need to feel you inside me, so... please, put it in." Despite my reassurances and begging urging him on, in the end, after three fumbled attempts, making me increasingly desperate, I had to help by reaching one hand between my legs and lining him up myself.

As soon as I guided his head between my soaked and yielding folds, he threw his hips forwards, mashing his body against mine and hammering his cock up inside me. "Fuck!" I yelled in body shuddering pain, my breath catching and seething through my teeth. To his credit, he immediately pulled out and started apologising again. "Not so fast..." I gasped feeling a wave of dirty nausea wash through me. "Not so fast, you need to warm me up first." I shook my head. "Start slow, let me get used to you. To adjust. Then you can do... what you just did. Ok?"

He nodded, listening, eager. "Ok, sorry, sorry. Are you ok?"

"Give me a sec." I breathed letting the sharp pain dissipate through my abdomen before nodding. "Ok, yeah. Again, slowly this time." This time, he penetrated me without my help, and started to press deeper slowly, a little at a time.

I gasped, wet warmth flooding my body as I felt the tight grip of my vagina around his shaft, the deepening pressure of his head slowly exploring inside me. I gripped the edge of the sink a little tighter and braced my knees against the counter cabinet below, adjusting to his angle and slightly arching my back to help him out. He'd put his hands on my hips, automatically I assumed, but it worked for me, so I left him to it. Now I'd given him some instructions, I wasn't expecting spanking, hair pulling or anything else advanced for his first time. Not unless he was a porn addict anyway, in which case I'd have made a big mistake letting him inside me in the first place... When he finally, gradually, reached the limit of his thrust, we both moaned together. Too late now.

"Ok, ok." I whispered, my pulse racing, my breath becoming short. "Ok, you can fuck me now." I swallowed, feeling his first movement, his cock pulling back ready for his thrust. "Slowly!" I reminded him. "Slowly. Build it up." And that's exactly what he did. I'd be lying if I said he was good. No one is good one their first try but, it hardly mattered. Driven by instinct I think rather than skill he built his pace up and soon his still clothed hips were mashing against my bare cheeks as he fucked me increasingly rough. I grit my teeth, taking it with as good grace as I could manage, feeling the deep plunge of his cock inside me sending fizzing tingles of slightly painful pressure throbbing through me in waves. I thought about reaching down to rub myself. Maybe I could get off too... But it became apparent that I needed both hands to steady myself against his overeager pounding, so I decided to just forget about it and enjoy the ride for what it was. It wasn't every day a girl got to be a man's first, after all.

In the end, it lasted longer than his first blowjob did, but, not by a huge amount. Quickly, his already shaky rhythm became wildly erratic, and I heard his breath catch sharply. "I'm going to cum...!" He blurted, and I smiled at him in the mirror.

"Inside. Finish inside!" I told him, my own words almost lost amidst my deep gasps. Not that I think he'd had much choice in the matter by that point, instinct utterly seizing him to the point that he couldn't have pulled out even if he'd wanted to, I thought. The load he pumped into me wasn't quite as big as the one I'd swallowed but still, it was enough that I could feel the slight pressure and slippery spreading warmth of it up inside. It made my toes curl and a slight tremble of excitement instinctually flicker through my body knowing I'd been filled. And knowing that I'd been his first time certainly added an interesting allure to it that I've never experienced before.

For a moment, I thought about getting off him, sucking his cock to see if he'd get hard again, and maybe trying for a more me focussed second round but... I decided against it. I'd already given him the night of his life. I braced myself for the inevitable and looked at him. "Ok, ok pull it out."

As soon as the soften shaft of his cock fell out of me, I felt cum flooding downwards and then out of my swollen and now raw vagina. If I was sore after only one round, forget two, I decided. So, in the end, I simply turned around and gave his softening cock a few affectionate strokes, before pulling his underwear up over it, still dripping and sticky. I had his cum literally inside my body, I figured he could live with a little mess in his pants. I smiled cheekily. "That's it, now you've fucked a girl." I said.

"Y... yeah." Was all he said, his breathing still ragged and uneven. I don't think he'd even noticed what I'd done with his cock, but that was ok I supposed.

I zipped him up, buckled his belt, and smiled sweetly, "Ok, we're done." I hated the way it came out, especially after I'd admonished him for making this all sound transactional but... my own words weren't exactly forthcoming given the mess I was in. I gestured at the shiny slicked cum running thickly down my inner thighs and then at the door. "I, uh, have to clean up. Can you leave?"

He nodded, his eyes lingering almost victoriously on the sight of me. "Yeah... yes. Yes, I'll uh, I'll see you in a bit?"

"Sure." I nodded, already looking around for something to wipe myself up with. "Yeah, see you around."

After that he slipped out of the bathroom half in a daze but, to my great relief, remembered to keep the door close so no one would see in while I stood naked, cum glistening on my chin and increasingly between my thighs, watching him go. I sort of expected him to wait for me outside but, it took a while to clean myself up and get dressed and by the time I slipped out of the bathroom, he was gone.

I'd been forced to give up on my thong. I'd made it so wet it was utterly uncomfortable to wear, so I left it off. That did mean I had to keep popping back to the bathroom over the next hour as fresh dribbles of cum leaked out of me but, given the amount he'd fucked into me, I'd been expecting that. Besides, it was probably more hygienic that I let it out and cleaned it rather than having it soak into an already ruined thong. Each time, I went back to the scene of the crime, I half expected and kind of hoped to see him there, waiting for me but, I never did.

And so, in the end I don't know what happened to him after our time together in the bathroom. I rejoined my friend group and didn't see him again that night. I did one, final, quick sweep of the party before we left, intending to at least give him my number but, either he'd left already or I missed him in the crowd.

So... that was that. Still, I had to admit, it felt kind of thrilling to have just taken some guy's virginity in a party bathroom and then gone our separate ways. I felt confident he'd remember me for the rest of his life and, really, it didn't get better than that. I'd have liked to cum too, of course, but the memory of it coupled with my vibrator later at home got me through an unwise number of orgasms in the end.

Not a bad night, all things considered.