Who Sat On A Doughnut?

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, do I know
Just wait 'till I find out, I'll tell 'em where to go!
I feel sticky from head to toe
All that jam oozing out

I never realised just how much jam there is in one doughnut but I was about to find out who the culprit was who deliberately planted it there. Who else could it be but my darling Richard who was a renowned practical joker but I might have known his reasoning was much more than just a mere practical joke,
Richard is one of those guys who has his sudden spasms -, the sort of guy that sees something in his mind that turns him on big time, in fact most of our role play is derived from his 'spasms' but I do love him for it and would never want him any other way.

He makes me feel so very special and whilst he still wants to spice our sex life with the adventure of role play I am quite happy to go along with it, most anything that is he comes up with, and I can tell you that covers a wide variety of options from he having me in chains, like the proverbial slave of old who has to procure everything his master desires of him, spanking me in tight jeans, tight boxer shorts, tight briefs that cut into my crack and sometimes just in my nakedness. And after he is done with me I feel the heat in my rear for a day or so to come having been thoroughly spanked and fucked to the full, because one of Richard's specialities is to spank me raw and have me in full penetration afterwards over the back of the settee so he can get a good position to really rivet me with deep moving thrusts until I yell for mercy, feeling his throb grow and hearing his moans and yell as he explodes that seven inch prime cock into me with all his fervour, no holds barred and I am succumbed to an exhausted pile of well tended flesh curled up on the floor.

But for now I could see Richard had something else in mind as I attempted to clean the mess of the exploded doughnut off my jeans, bending over so I could do it more easily.

"I'll do that for you Pete" he said grinning, I might have known, Just to bend it for him would muster up his longings and I knew instantly then the reasoning behind his practical joke and he was in the mood for another session.

It was fine yes but I was still smoldering from the early morning fucking when he had me well and truly in the shower, creeping up on me like that, just as I was soaping my privates too, "I'll do that!" he said with a familiar ring, and suggested he could do it properly and anyway it would be much more fun.

So I was soon at his mercy as I felt the ingenious feel of his fingers working on me, the feel of his deep mouthed suck as he wanked me off good and proper, it felt so very sensuous and lovely, me just standing there with the shower still on, my feet astride, my ass stuck out to his lament, he loving that I could tell from his moans, and the feel of his light scratching over the contours of my tight ass he whispered was so fuckable, then the way he stretched each cheek to open up what he called his gem, the feeling of his tongue finding me there as he released my ass cheeks again, his face between, hearing him sniffing and sucking, so good, so wonderful and I soon wanted the feel of his fuck once more, my hole aching for it. I didn't have to wait long because so that beautiful measure of prime stiff cock entered me and no messing and I was like a lamb for the slaughter, his cock ramming me like a piston engine, stretching and working my well sucked hole until he came like a thunderbolt, spurting his all into me until I felt it dripping down the inside leg.

But that was early on, now it was mid day and it was all systems go again as Richard soon vented himself up with a new venture, having me plastered in raspberry jam, he'd spanked me soundly again, his hands were sticky with the jam as he ripped of my jeans, cradling my balls through my boxer shorts, smothering his hand in the crunched doughnut on the chair again and plastering my ass and balls and cock with it, it was a new feeling to enjoy sure enough he whispered he loved me with raspberry jam, a new taste, a new experience - "perhaps we could try strawberry next time" he ventured;" and then maybe spaghetti hoops, the world is our oyster - and yes, that is another thought" and I just couldn't help laughing my head off.

Richard was some guy sure enough and there was never a dull moment when he was around me - I was getting used to getting sucked up with the addition of all sorts of concoctions like I was being used as a recipe for some new edible sensation, Richard forever sucking me all and the thing is he never tired of it, I was having a ball when we got together, I loved it when he dressed me up as a bountiful woman with all the trimmings, making me feel like how it may be to be a woman, being fucked by a very active mature guy like Richard, it was all part of the thrill we shared of each other. And I can never get enough of his cock, "try the raspberry jam with me" he urged and I did. I'd got accustomed to the scent and taste of cock sure enough but this was quite different, and the stickiness Richard said, made it very sensual along with the sound effects too, his plum red knob glued to my tongue with the sticky saliva produced in the sucking action, it was quite something, a complete new sensation to make our relationship for ever more fresh and exciting.

Who sat on a doughnut
Who put it there
Right there -on the chair,
raspberry jam all over you know where

"I " said Richard and I knew his game
But I adored him all the same.