I Confessed My First Anal Experience in Front of the Mirror

Lucía had arrived at Diego’s apartment with a decision burning in her chest. She was over thirty, had a life of her own, friends who teased her about her shyness, and a virginity that weighed on her more from embarrassment than conviction. Diego, who was nearing forty, welcomed her without hurry, with the calm of a man who didn’t need to prove anything to dominate a room.

They started out sitting on the sofa, too close to pretend they were only talking. Lucía toyed with the sleeve of her sweatshirt and glanced at the bulge beneath his pants. Diego smiled when he noticed.

“Do you want to start, or would you rather I start?” he asked.

“Me,” she replied, swallowing hard. “I’ll feel less embarrassed if I don’t have to look at you so much.”

Diego unbuttoned his pants and lowered them only to mid-thigh. Lucía knelt in front of him, her cheeks flushed, and took his cock in one uncertain hand. It was hard and hot, heavier than she had expected. First she licked it with the tip of her tongue, as if tasting something forbidden, and then closed her lips around the glans.

“Don’t be afraid,” Diego said, stroking her jaw. “Do it at your own pace.”

Lucía took more of him slowly, until a gag forced her to pull away. She covered her mouth and let out a nervous laugh.

“Sorry. I can’t fit all of it.”

“You don’t have to prove anything. Suck it however you like.”

That calmed her. She bent down again, gripped the base more firmly, and began moving her mouth carefully, sucking the glans while her hand traveled up and down the shaft. Diego breathed more deeply. She heard the change and grew bolder: she licked the vein, kissed the tip, let saliva wet her fingers, and found a clumsy but increasingly hungry rhythm.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Look at how quickly you’re learning.”

Lucía pulled away with her mouth shining and her eyes lowered. She was hot. Diego noticed before she said anything.

“Take your clothes off.”

She obeyed, starting with the sweatshirt. Beneath it she wore a cropped shirt that left her stomach exposed. She waited for a signal, as if she needed permission to continue. Diego didn’t touch her.

“You came here to cross some boundaries today, didn’t you?”

Lucía took a deep breath, removed her shirt, and then her bra. Once her breasts were bare, she didn’t know where to put her hands. Diego leaned down and kissed her stomach slowly, moving only high enough to brush the edge of her tits with his nose.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.”

He covered her tits with his hands and squeezed them gently. Lucía let out such a clear sigh that they both went still for a second. Diego rubbed her nipples with his thumbs until they hardened, then pinched them lightly, just enough to make her close her eyes and bite her lip.

“You’re trembling.”

“I’m nervous, but I like it.”

Diego lowered his mouth along her abdomen and slid his hands to the waistband of her pants. When he caught the fabric of her thong as well, Lucía tensed and grabbed his wrists.

“Wait. I’m embarrassed.”

He pulled away at once, leaving his hands clearly visible on his own thighs. Lucía gave a quiet, embarrassed laugh at her reaction.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I’ve just never undressed like this in front of a man.”

“Then turn around,” Diego said. “You do it. I’ll look when you decide I can.”

Lucía turned and lowered her pants with awkward movements. She was left in her thong, her back to him, shoulders rigid and ass clenched with embarrassment. Diego said nothing for several seconds. The silence made her shiver more than a dirty comment would have.

“You have an incredible ass,” he finally said. “Come closer.”

She took a step backward. Diego placed his hands on her hips and kissed one cheek over the fabric of the thong. Lucía reflexively squeezed her thighs but didn’t pull away. He continued with slow kisses, kneading her buttocks, until she began breathing with her mouth open.

“Sit on me.”

Lucía slowly lowered herself into his lap. When she felt Diego’s naked cock against her thong, she let out a small moan of surprise.

“Is that your cock?”

“Yes.”

“God. I’m soaking wet.”

Diego took one of her hands and guided it between her legs. Lucía touched herself over her thong and opened her eyes when she felt the moisture. She was embarrassed, but even more aroused.

“Take it off,” he ordered.

This time she didn’t hesitate. She stood, pulled down her thong, and left it on the floor. Naked now, she walked into the bedroom ahead of him, feeling Diego’s gaze fixed on her back, her waist, the movement of her buttocks. When she entered, she saw the large mirror opposite the bed and stopped.

“You have a mirror there.”

“So I can see you better.”

“You’re such a pervert,” she said, but she smiled.

Diego took her hand and made her turn. Lucía saw herself completely in the reflection: an adult woman, naked and aroused, chest heaving, legs slightly spread. The image struck her with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

“Suck me again,” he said. “Squat down in front of the mirror.”

Lucía obeyed. She squatted, took Diego’s cock, and put it in her mouth while she could see herself in profile in the glass. The scene seemed obscene to her: her mouth full, her ass exposed, her thighs trembling. That obscenity turned her on. She sucked harder, glancing sideways at how he watched the reflection of her pussy and asshole.

“Look at yourself,” Diego said. “You came here nervous, and now you’ve got a mouthful of cock.”

She released the tip with a wet sound.

“Take a picture of me first,” she suddenly asked. “I want to remember how I looked before I stopped being a virgin.”

She went to get her phone and returned with a tense laugh. She had a voice message from a friend asking whether she was finally going to go through with it. Lucía played it in front of Diego and blushed when the voice joked that it was about time she stopped being the only inexperienced one.

“To the bed,” Diego said. “Get on all fours.”

Lucía handed him the phone with the camera open and positioned herself as he asked: knees apart, chest against the mattress, back arched, ass raised. Diego adjusted her with a palm on her waist.

“More. Stick your ass out.”

When she obeyed, he slapped one cheek hard. The sound filled the room. Lucía cried out, reached back, and writhed between pain and nervous laughter.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Move your hand. I want the mark in the picture.”

She hesitated only briefly, then moved it away. Her buttock bore the red outline of his hand. Diego took several pictures and then showed them to her. Lucía opened her mouth, surprised to see herself like that, with her marked ass and flushed face.

“I look like a movie slut.”

“You look the way you wanted to look.”

The words struck her right in the center of her chest. She got back on all fours and let him take more pictures, some closer, others with Diego’s cock resting between her buttocks. Every time she felt it brush her asshole, Lucía let out a little moan and unconsciously pushed backward.

Diego turned her onto her back to start where they had planned. He spread her legs and ate her pussy with a flat tongue, moving up to her clitoris and down again, slipping only the tip of his tongue inside without penetrating her with his fingers. Lucía arched, but he stopped when he noticed a metallic taste and saw a thread of blood mixed with her juices.

“Did your period start?”

Lucía sat up abruptly.

“It can’t be. Does that mean you’re not going to fuck me?”

Diego wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at her without making a fuss.

“You’ll bleed a lot that way. And if it’s your first time too, it might not be the best idea.”

Frustration twisted her face. Lucía fell back onto the bed and cursed under her breath. She had made it this far, naked and wet, with a red handprint on her ass, and her body had played this nasty trick on her.

“I’m a disaster. I’m never going to do it.”

Diego stroked one thigh and lowered his fingers until they brushed her asshole.

“There’s another way.”

Lucía fell silent. His finger drew a slow circle around her hole. The contact made her flinch, but she didn’t close her legs.

“Will it fit?” she asked, her voice broken with nerves, even though her adult body was open and soaked before him.

“As far as you want.”

“I want all of it.”

Diego spat on his fingers and began slowly. First he pressed with one fingertip, just the tip, until her asshole yielded a millimeter. Lucía let out a broken “ow” and gripped the sheets.

“Relax your ass.”

“I’m trying.”

He wet his finger with saliva again and pushed a little farther. The ring closed around his first knuckle, tight and hot. Lucía moaned, not from pure pain but from a new sensation that frightened and aroused her at the same time. Diego moved his finger in small circles, pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in until she began pushing against his hand.

“That’s it. You’re opening yourself.”

“I didn’t know it would feel like this.”

When the first finger went all the way in, Diego didn’t hurry. He moved it slowly, pressing to the sides and listening to Lucía’s breathing. Then he added more saliva and inserted a second finger. She cried out against the mattress and spread her legs wider.

“You’re fucking my ass with your fingers.”

“They’re still only fingers.”

“Well, I feel full.”

Diego continued until Lucía’s hole began to give way. His fingers entered with a wet sound, and every time he withdrew them, her asshole remained open for a second before closing with a visible contraction. She could see it in the mirror and moaned in embarrassment, but she couldn’t stop looking.

“Look at how it opens,” he said.

“Don’t say that, you’ll make me worse.”

“You like hearing it.”

Lucía didn’t answer because it was true. Diego withdrew his fingers, spat into his palm, and lubricated his cock. He pressed it against her asshole, positioning the tip in the center. Lucía went still, ass raised, mouth open, eyes fixed on the mirror.

“Fuck my ass,” she whispered. “I want to feel it.”

Diego pushed slowly. The head of his cock pressed against the closed ring until it gave way. Lucía let out a long cry when the tip entered. Her eyes filled with tears, and even so, she pushed back slightly.

“I feel it. God, I feel it so much.”

“Hold on.”

“Don’t pull it out. But don’t push yet.”

Diego stayed still, buried only to the glans. Lucía breathed heavily, with little sobs, feeling her asshole stretch around that thick part. The burning began to mix with a deep pressure that made her tremble. When she nodded, he moved a little farther in.

“You’re opening me up,” she moaned. “It burns, it burns, but don’t stop.”

The cock entered inch by inch. Diego held her hips and kept her steady, without any abrupt thrusts, until the shaft was farther and farther inside. Lucía pressed her face against the bed, releasing broken moans. In the mirror she saw Diego’s body bent over her, his hands marking her skin, her own ass swallowing a cock that seconds earlier had seemed impossible.

“Should I pull it out?”

“No. If you pull it out, I’ll kill you. Give me a second.”

Diego chuckled under his breath and waited. When Lucía moved her hips again, he pushed all the way in. She cried out so loudly that she ran out of breath. Diego’s balls struck against her wet vulva, and that mixture of contact made her moan with desperate laughter.

“It’s all the way inside,” he said.

“I can feel it in my guts. This is insane. Hit me again.”

The slap landed on the already-red buttock. Lucía shuddered around his cock, squeezing it with an involuntary contraction. Diego groaned and began to move, at first with short thrusts, barely pulling halfway out before pushing back in, until her hole grew accustomed to the rhythm. The bed creaked with every thrust. She moaned against the sheet, drooling onto the mattress, one hand between her legs rubbing her clitoris while he fucked her ass.

“Squeeze,” Diego ordered. “Squeeze my cock with your ass.”

Lucía obeyed, and the movement grew more intense. The burning was still there, but it was no longer in control. What ruled her was the filthy pleasure of feeling herself open, taken, seen in the mirror, marked by his hand, and filled to the hilt. Diego pulled her hips backward with every thrust, and she began responding to him, pushing against him and asking for more with incoherent moans.

“You’re breaking me,” she said through sobs of pleasure. “My whole ass is burning.”

“And yet you keep seeking it.”

“Yes. Fuck me like this. Don’t stop.”

Diego sped up. His cock slid in and out with a wet sound, pushing saliva and tension, opening Lucía’s hole wider with every thrust. She rubbed her clitoris faster, her fingers slick, until pleasure surged through her like a shockwave. Her whole body tensed, legs trembling, and she began to come while he kept fucking her ass.

“I’m coming,” she moaned. “I’m coming with your cock in my ass.”

The orgasm left her convulsing. Her asshole clenched his cock in spasms that made Diego lose control. He leaned over her, dug his fingers into her hips, and pumped harder and deeper until he let out a rough growl.

“I’m going to come.”

“Give it to me inside. I want to feel my first load there.”

Diego thrust all the way in and came inside her ass. Lucía felt the pulses, the heat, the final pressure of his body filling her from within. She remained still and open, breathing in ragged gasps, while he continued trembling over her.

When Diego pulled out, Lucía moaned at the emptiness. Her asshole remained open for several seconds, then began closing with slow contractions. She reached back, touched herself carefully, and let out an embarrassed laugh.

“It feels like it won’t close.”

“Give me the phone,” Diego said.

Lucía arranged herself as best she could, still trembling, and spread her buttocks with her fingers. Diego took a picture of her red, wet, used hole, with his cum beginning to leak out. At first she didn’t want to look, but then she asked to see the screen.

She fell silent. The woman in the picture didn’t seem like the same one who had arrived frightened on the sofa. It was her, yes, but open, marked, adult, and satisfied in a way she didn’t know how to name.

“Now I really do have a confession,” she said, catching her breath.

“For your friend?”

Lucía smiled and shook her head. She collapsed onto her side, her ass aching and her gaze still lost in the mirror.

“No. For myself. So I’ll remember that I dared to do it.”