Back Door First Times (“Forbidden Passage” Erotica Bundle)

By Ella Louise

This bundle contains six sexy stories about innocent women getting corrupted in every hole - especially the rear one!

Stories in this bundle:
1. First Time In Her Back Door
2. Yes, Doctor!
3. Friends With Back Door Benefits
4. The Alpha Claims Her Back Door
5. Bound For Punishment
6. A First Time For Everything

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

“Girl, you need some excitement in your life.”

Connor relaxes on his couch, his feet propped casually on the coffee table. With his arms crossed behind his head, he looks like he doesn't have a care in the world.

It just serves to make me feel even more frustrated with my own situation.

“Tell me about it,” I agree.

Sitting in the living room of my closest friend since childhood, the contrast between the two of us is almost shocking. His walls are plastered with posters of movie stars and models, athletes and porn stars, male and female, in various poses and stages of undress. He has had a string of boyfriends and girlfriends over the years, all casual, most of whom still remain friends. If I were to step into his bedroom, I know I would find lubes and toys and devices that I couldn't even begin to imagine what they're used for.

I, on the other hand, was brought up to be a proper Catholic girl. I've had one serious boyfriend my whole life, and even with him, I waited three years before allowing him to take my virginity. Underwhelming though it was, the mechanical, missionary sex I had with him is the only thing I've ever known. But as I get older, I am beginning to realize that I think something is missing. I need something new. At twenty-two, I shouldn't already be bored with sex, should I? I feel like I have some sort of itch, a craving that I have no idea how to satisfy.

He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. I can see a couple of scars dotting his skin, but I don’t know how he got them.

He really is an attractive guy. I know he thinks I'm attractive too. We've talked about dating each other before, but he's always been reluctant to settle down, and I've been on the hunt for a husband and two-point-five kids since the time I was old enough to dreamily doodle boys’ names in my school notebooks.

“Well, I could give you advice,” he says, thinking. “But honestly... It would just be words. How am I supposed to explain something to you that you've never felt? It would be like describing the color orange to someone who has been blind since birth.”

Connor shoots a sideways look at me. I've known him long enough to tell he's got an idea, he just isn't sure whether to share it. It's the same look he used when we were kids and he suggested that we smoke some pot behind the school after classes let out. I had adamantly refused, for the record, but he did it without me anyway, and was nice enough not to rub it in my face that I had “missed out on all the fun.” That set the pattern for most of our lives, it seems like.

After a few moments of hesitation, he asks, “Do you...trust me?”

“Of course, what do you mean?” I ask, puzzled.

“I mean...” he keeps trailing off. I think this is the first time I've ever seen him act shy. “I could show you. Instead of telling you. Show you what you're missing.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: May 25, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310686306

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Back Door First Times

Forbidden Passage Erotica Bundle

By Ella Louise

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

First Time in Her Back Door

Girl, you need some excitement in your life.

Connor relaxes on his couch, his feet propped casually on the coffee table. With his arms crossed behind his head, he looks like he doesn't have a care in the world.

It just serves to make me feel even more frustrated with my own situation.

Tell me about it, I agree.

Sitting in the living room of my closest friend since childhood, the contrast between the two of us is almost shocking. His walls are plastered with posters of movie stars and models, athletes and porn stars, male and female, in various poses and stages of undress. He has had a string of boyfriends and girlfriends over the years, all casual, most of whom still remain friends. If I were to step into his bedroom, I know I would find lubes and toys and devices that I couldn't even begin to imagine what they're used for.

I, on the other hand, was brought up to be a proper Catholic girl. I've had one serious boyfriend my whole life, and even with him, I waited three years before allowing him to take my virginity. Underwhelming though it was, the mechanical, missionary sex I had with him is the only thing I've ever known. But as I get older, I am beginning to realize that I think something is missing. I need something new. At twenty-two, I shouldn't already be bored with sex, should I? I feel like I have some sort of itch, a craving that I have no idea how to satisfy.

So, I've come to Connor for advice.

A particular picture on the wall catches my eye. A muscular man, naked in profile, bending a naked woman forward in front of him, also in profile. The way their bodies are positioned, I can tell it’s a sex act, but nothing vulgar is visible. Unconsciously, I shift in my seat, distantly aware that I want sex, but not familiar enough with my own body to classify myself as horny. It’s so frustrating.

I mean, did he even make you cum? Connor asks me now, concern arching one eyebrow on his handsome face.

Despite our unlikely close friendship, I am still not used to being asked such personal questions. I blush as I shake my head no.

And have you…? he prods further. On your own, I mean?

Once or twice, I answer, feeling ashamed. It's hard to tell whether I'm more ashamed that I'm so inexperienced or that I'm admitting to having masturbated.

I know I have nothing to complain about, I continue quickly, trying to change the subject. I'm sure lots of people never really find something they like. That's why I focus on things besides just sex. I'm a full time graduate student with two part time jobs, and I volunteer on some weekends. ‘Things besides just sex’ is an understatement.

It might seem normal to you, but that would drive me fucking insane to be that repressed, Connor teases, spreading his arms wide across the back of his couch. I know he means it good-naturedly, but the truth hits so close to home that it still stings a little.

He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up slightly. I can see a couple of scars dotting his skin, but I don’t know how he got them.

He really is an attractive guy. I know he thinks I'm attractive too. We've talked about dating each other before, but he's always been reluctant to settle down, and I've been on the hunt for a husband and two-point-five kids since the time I was old enough to dreamily doodle boys’ names in my school notebooks.

Well, I could give you advice, he says, thinking. But honestly… It would just be words. How am I supposed to explain something to you that you've never felt? It would be like describing the color orange to someone who has been blind since birth.

I shrug. He's right. I don't know what I had been expecting to accomplish by complaining about my boring sex life. Short of telling me to go have more sex, what can he actually do? I stifle a sigh and try not to look disappointed. I guess I was hoping for a magic formula, or something.

Connor shoots a sideways look at me. I've known him long enough to tell he's got an idea, he just isn't sure whether to share it. It's the same look he used when we were kids and he suggested that we smoke some pot behind the school after classes let out. I had adamantly refused, for the record, but he did it without me anyway, and was nice enough not to rub it in my face that I had missed out on all the fun. That set the pattern for most of our lives, it seems like.

Just spit it out, I roll my eyes at him. What's your genius plan for turning me into a sexed-up trollop?

He laughs, a grin cracking his face and showing off a row of almost-perfect white teeth, with just a hint of crookedness. I do know that the crookedness is from a solid punch he received when we were seventeen. He claims he was defending some poor, helpless girl from a couple of thuggish jerks, but I have a sneaking suspicion that’s a cover story, and he really just took a hard hit during his Tae Kwon Do class.

Not a trollop! His face turns more serious, and he gets that look in his eye again, like he can't decide whether to continue. After a few moments of hesitation, he asks, Do you… trust me?

Of course, what do you mean? I ask, puzzled.

I mean… he keeps trailing off. I think this is the first time I've ever seen him act shy. I could show you. Instead of telling you. Show you what you're missing.

I blink.

Are you offering what I think you're offering? What I think he's offering is to hop into bed with me and show me the ropes. It seems like something he would do with one of his other conquests, but not with me.

Yeah. I think I am. He says this coolly, all trace of the shyness gone. He's back to his usual confident self now that the thought is out in the open. Forget it if you don't want to, but I personally think it would be a lot of fun. For both of us, he grins.

I take a deep breath. I've never in my life had casual sex. I've only been with the one ex-boyfriend, and even then it was just him on top of me, thrusting boringly until he was done.

You'll have to… show me. I look at the floor. Take control, tell me what to do. I'm blushing fiercely and I know he can tell.

Oh, that's the only way I do it, darlin’, he says easily, with an affected southern twang meant to put me at ease. All it really does is remind me how vastly more experienced he is than I am. He has taken more girls – and guys, probably – home on the back of his motorcycle than I’ve probably said hello to in my entire life. He was out having fun while I was sitting at home being a good girl.

I nod. Okay.

I'm still staring at the floor, so I almost don't notice his change in demeanor. Instead of his joking, laid-back attitude, Connor has taken on a new, serious, intensity.

He moves to where I'm sitting and places one finger under my chin to tilt my head up from looking at the floor. When I meet his eyes, my breath catches in my throat. He's looking at me in a way he has never looked at me in all the years we've been friends. I wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.

You're sure? he asks.

Yes, I breathe. My voice has escaped me.

Let's get you to the bedroom, then. He takes my arm and leads me down the hall. His room is exactly as I remember it, though now those toys and lubes have taken on an entirely different meaning for me. Is he going to use them on me?

My breathing quickens.

His room is dark, and he leaves the lights off. I notice that his bed is made and the room looks very clean. I suppose that the ripped blue jeans and black t-shirts that he wears are for style, because everything else in his home is well-kept.

Undress, he orders, shrugging his own shirt off over his head and revealing hard, smooth muscle beneath. I don’t think I have ever seen Connor without his clothes on. He’s… gorgeous. He starts unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down over his narrow hips, leaving only his tight-fitting boxers behind. I realize I’m staring.

I’ve never had anyone tell me what to do in the bedroom before, either. I’m used to sticky, incompetent fumbling. It takes me a second to realize that Connor is looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to obey his command and strip for him.

With shaking hands, I unbutton my blouse and let it drop to the floor. I don’t feel nearly as confident as Connor looks, but he smiles approvingly at what he sees. I’m thankful that I’ve worn my nice bra and panties today.

Lie back on my bed, he instructs me. I’m thankful for the excuse to lie down – my legs are trembling and my knees feel weak.

Connor, nearly naked, kneels on the bed in front of me and helps me glide my jeans down over my own hips and legs. I shed my bra as well. I feel incredibly exposed, but excited, too. I almost feel like I’m in a dream, like this can’t actually be happening.

But it is happening.

Hooking a finger under the waistband of my panties, Connor looks up at me and gives a half-smile. I’m going to show you something you’ve definitely never felt before.

I can feel my heart beating in my chest, but also down between my legs. This insistent pounding in my clit is what has driven me to masturbate myself to orgasm before, when I just can’t block it out of my head, can’t help it anymore, can’t ignore the growing desire for sex. I was always told that it was wrong, but sometimes I just can’t stop myself.

Connor kisses the inside of my thigh gently before taking the edge of my panties in his teeth and pulling them off of me. Beneath them, I’m freshly trimmed, a habit I’ve picked up recently in my quest to spice things up.

I can see a bulge clearly forming in Connor’s underwear, and I’m relieved that he must like what he sees.

Connor spreads my legs. I expect him to lower his mouth to my clit, like I’ve experienced once before with my first boyfriend. Instead, he slides two fingers