Who sat on a doughnut? Who sat on a doughnut Who put it there Right there -on the chair, raspberry jam all over you know where So sticky, its everywhere, on my jeans, my shirt It's here and there, even in my hair. And yes, on my Derry -air I am a raspberry jam red -alert Who sat on a doughnut Who put it there Who's the practical joker, d...
The next day I slept in. When I finally roused after 10am, my stomach dropped when I saw a text message from Mel. "I enjoyed our date last night Petey. Hope you had a fun walk home. I'll see you soon." There was an attachment, which played a video of him laying me down the bed and fucking me. Mel had made another video of me last night, again without me eve...
Rob always wanted to be someone's bitch. At 6' 3" this was a tall order for his wife who stood at a solid 5' 6". Their sex was usually great, but the frequency had dropped off the map. This is what led him to watch plenty of porn, often times finding himself cumming to a video of a man being force fucked and left with cum dripping from their sweet asses. Rob...
Everyone in this story is of age. This story is the property of UnAuteur and written specifically for use on Literotica.com. If you find it on any other site, it has been plagiarized. *** I lie flat on my back on the bed, my erection jutting out from my lower belly. I have an urgent need to touch myself, but I dare not do it without Master's permission. S...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** As I lay there it occurred to me that I'd never been in bed with another man before. All my other same-sex encounters had either taken place on couches or standing or down on the floor or even on a staircase once. There or on the beach or out in the water or in my backyard or out...
As I took the long elevator ride down from my ex-wife's lawyer's office, I began to contemplate how at 42 I had arrived at that point in my life. With just our signatures we had ended 18 years of marriage. Of course in truth it was over well before I signed the formal document. The home we had built together had been sold weeks earlier. Our possessions had b...
Braden couldn't believe he was actually going to the Fourth of July party. He was in his car on his way back over to his friend Nathan's house—the same house where only a day prior he had taken his first fucking from his father's sizable cock. He had fucked him in the ass on the massage table. And then he had cum in his mouth—even as Braden could taste h...
Ian's turnaround at the company had been miraculous; his work rate, appearance, attitude, and demeanor were exemplary. His colleagues couldn't believe the change in him; luckily, none of them had ever stayed late to see how he was trained. Carol had boasted to her female colleagues how her hands-on training had brought about this amazing rebirth. Even Ian...
(Continues the story begun in An Appalachian Trail Romance and The Wedding) Long, sinewy muscles like bands of flexible steel rippling beneath smooth skin tanned to a lustrous bronze lent power to each punch and kick with which Stephen assaulted the weighty kicking bag. Like the sharp crack of a whip, his limbs cut through the air and struck the bag in a f...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Daddy's been watching me a lot lately. I noticed it as soon as I turned 18; when I eat, when I sleep, when I shower, when I get dressed. Wherever I go, I can feel his hungry eyes on me, but I never say...