top of page

EXPERIENCES Excerpts (Island #7)

An occasional feature on my Blog: Excerpts from my EXPERIENCES series of Intelligent Erotic Romance novels. They will be provided in a random order, but most will be from the latest novels, working backward to the earlier novels. Please be aware that some of these contain graphic sex scenes.


Island Experience - Excerpt #7

We were all bent over, holding our knees again, and Sam rummaged through his fanny pack. He shouted, “Eyes forward!” but I heard the clicking, and immediately recognized the sound, and knew what he was going to do.

Sam walked in front of us, his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth like the captain of a ship. “As you guys know, I think every spanking should have a ‘corner time’. He looked at me, “And our corner times are usually rectal insertions.” Now, both Linda and Kathy groaned.

He continued, “Today’s corner time is going to last until we return to Kalalau Beach. And, I don’t think any of you have experienced this kind of insertion … except for Kelly.” Sam took his hands from behind his back, and lifted up the string of three metallic anal beads.

Kathy rolled her eyes, and Linda – still bent over – put her hands over her mouth. Julie was chuckling, but quickly quieted, as she would be the first recipient of Sam’s ‘gift’.

I could see that Sam had already lubricated the beads. He would have never backpacked the heavy anal beads here, but could take advantage of RJ and his boat. I wondered if RJ had any idea of some of the things Sam had brought. I hoped not.

Julie was making some quiet sounds, but finally let out a big breath, as Sam stepped behind Linda. I glanced to my left, and saw Linda’s face scrunched, her eyes closed. She was silent, until the moment that the last bead popped into her, when she gave a squeal.

I was next. Sam took his time, moving each bead in slowly, then – sensing my reaction – pulled it back out, repeating the process, until he could pop the bead through my anus without hurting me. The last bead hurt a little, but only for a moment.

After inserting Kathy’s beads, Sam walked in front of us, and said, “OK, ladies, you may stand, now. Just relax.”

Linda laughed, “Yeah – relax with two pounds of metal balls inside us!”

Sam nodded, “So the final event on this beach will be running down this sandy slope,” he chuckled, and nearly coughed, “with those beads inside you.” He turned to me, and winked, “I really like the clicking sound, when you’re doing jumping jacks!”

Then, he turned back to my friends, and said, “OK, so what we’re …”

I broke in, ‘Sam! Haven’t you forgotten something?”

At first, he was confused, but within moments, he couldn’t help but smile, then stereotypically scratched his head, looked up at the sky, and said, “No … I don’t think so.”

This was my chance! I commanded in a loud voice that echoed from the rock wall behind us, “OK, Mister! Standing position. Now!”

Sam was initially surprised, but jumped when I said ‘Now!’, immediately taking the standing position, facing my friends. There was a lopsided grin on his face.

I walked over to Sam’s fanny pack, and unzipped it, “You better have brought another set … or you’re going to get mine.” I felt inside the pack – Sam had it stuffed with various ‘emergency’ items – and found the last set of anal beads. They were in a large baggie that had KY in it. I held up the beads, then zipped his pack again.“

Turn around. Now! And put your hands on your ankles!” Sam started to groan, but complied. He had to bend his knees, which caused his butt cheeks to separate, and kept his anus open.

Stepping to the side, I stuck out my straight hand, palm up, directed to Sam’s butt, and waved it with a flourish, as an announcer might when introducing a new act. Linda chuckled, and Julie tittered; Kathy just stood there with a frown on her face. I doubted that Christian would put her through the things that Sam had.

Kneeling behind Sam, I began inserting the beads. The first two were easy, but the third one was a lot more challenging. “Relax, Sam!” I instructed, loudly. We finally managed to get the third bead in, Sam screeching as I pushed the thickest part through his sphincter.

I stepped back, and looked at my friends; I was having one of Sam’s ‘brain farts’ – thinking of strange new things to challenge people with. “OK, Sam. You can stand up and turn to us.”

He did so, getting back into the standing position. His dick was a little hard, pointing downward; this would be perfect! “Now, you’re sharing the anal bead challenge with us.” I smiled sweetly at him, “But, for your bad intent and dishonesty, you’ll have to be punished.”

Sam’s mouth fell open, but he said nothing. I decided to draw this out, and tease him. He deserved it, after all. I picked up one of Sam’s slippers and bent it, the way he had. Slapping it in my hand, I asked Sam, “How many, do you think?”

Sam shrugged. Finally he said, “Ten?” The pitch at the end of his question kept going up, until he was squeaking.

I slapped the slipper in my hand hard, and commanded, loudly, “Twenty five!” Sam started to shake his head, and I tossed the flip-flop down with Sam’s other one and the fanny pack. A confused look flashed across Sam’s face, and before he figured it out, I barked, “Twenty five jumping jacks.” I laughed, “So my friends can hear the clicking sound.” Sam had asked for it.

Sam hadn’t started, so I crossed my arms and stamped my right foot on the sand. He closed his eyes, then opened them, staring straight ahead in a daze, and began doing jumping jacks. Sam was very good at it, coordinated, but trying to land softly. Finally, he gave up the effort, and we heard clicks each time he came down. His dick bounced up and down, finally finding its own rhythm.

My friends laughed, and I took my place between Linda and Kathy. “OK, Sam, you may continue.”

Featured Posts
Recent Posts
Search By Tags
No tags yet.
Follow Us
  • Facebook Classic
  • Twitter Classic
  • Google Classic
bottom of page