Bun in the Oven

by Jamie Knight

  Working him to the very tipping edge of an exploding orgasm, I angled his cock towards my chest letting him cover my tits with his cum. Gathering it up and cleaning up with my hands, I sucked Mike's cock clean.

  “Wow,” he said.

  “Yeah,” I said, pulling back.

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Curious,” I said, giving the head of his cock a last, loving lick.

  “Makes sense,” he said, “did you like it?”

  “Fuck yeah,” I said, beaming.

  “Your turn,” he said.

  Taking me gently by the shoulders he stood me up and led me over to the bed, laying me out near the edge. Lifting my legs so my knees were resting on my elbows, he stroked the outside of my pussy, mixing in rotations on my clit. I moaned unselfconsciously, letting him know exactly how good it felt.

  Getting me ready with his wonderful hands, he got on his knees and lowered his head as though to pray, and started in with his tongue, running it over the outside of my pussy from bottom to top, making me moan and squirm with pleasure. He picked up speed and I ran my fingers through his hair as he licked my tight little pussy.

  After a while, Mike slipped a finger up between my tender, pink folds and fingered my clit as he continued to lick me, running his tongue in a hard, circular motion near my clit but not on my clit. At least at first, soon enough moving down to lick me directly on my clit as he fingers nearly making me scream in unbridled pleasure.

  I grabbed the back of my head, pushing my clit ever harder against his tongue as he kept licking while I came. Mike stayed down there, giving me gentle licks and kisses as I came down from my orgasmic high.

  Working his way up my quivering body from my pussy to my mouth, placing soft, loving kisses on my pussy and pelvis, going up over my belly, between my tits, over my neck and up to my mouth, finally kissing me deeply.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered, barely able to speak.

  Getting back into position between my legs, he replaced my knees to his elbows and gently stroked the head of his cock against my pussy, getting me used to the feeling of his huge, hot cock against my tender, little pussy. After several passes to make sure I was ready before pushing his huge throbbing head inside me. I gasped as he pushed, grabbing onto his arms as he started to move inside me.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked.

  “Yes, please, fuck me,” I said, pushing my pussy farther down on his beautiful cock.

  Taking the hint, he pushed farther in, only stopping when I cried out. Easing back a bit and giving me a moment to recover, he started to fuck me, moving with a moderate, steady rhythm, careful not to hurt me or the baby. I gently squeezed my pussy muscles like I had learned how to do, making it even better for both of us.

  We started coming at the same time. Using his fingers to keep me going, Mike pulled out of my pussy, delivering his sweet load into my open, waiting mouth, somehow knowing that this was exactly what I wanted. I swallowed down his sweet cum and Mike went to town on my tits, nuzzling, kissing, licking and sucking on the right places at just the right times, nearly making me cum with the sensation. He slipped a hand down between my legs and fingered me as he worked my tits, making the resulting orgasm even better.

  “Can I get on top?” I asked.

  “Of course, honey,” Mike said, stroking my cheek, with deepest love and attention.

  Laying down beside me on the bed, Mike helped me on top so I was straddling him, holding me firmly by the hips as I lowered myself onto his cock, easing it up into my pussy, getting it as far in as I could without pain.

  Shifting my weight slightly and giving a few practice bounces, the first two going badly enough to make me glad I went to the bother, I leaned back, bracing my hands against Mike's knees, I started to ride him, his cock stoking up against my clit in the most heavenly way with each pump up and down the considerable length of his cock. Feeling every inch as it went in and out of me.

  It wasn't long until we both came, Mike inside me and me against him, both of us trembling with the pleasure of it all. I collapsed against him, Mike talking me into a loving embrace and kissing me gently, his cock still nearly balls deep in my pussy.

  “Can you take it in the ass?” he asked.

  “I think so,” I said.

  Getting down off of Mike, I shifted onto all fours getting into doggy position beside him on the bed. I was facing away from him but I could hear it as Mike opened the drawer in the bedside table and I had a good idea what was coming next. Presentiment which was confirmed by the familiar sound of the lid on the bottle of lube being popped.

  Slathering the top of the butt plug with warming lube, Mike pressed the very tip of the plug up against my asshole.

  “Breath in,” he said.

  I obeyed, taking a deep breath in, hoping it would calm me enough to cross the line from pain to pleasure. It always had before.

  “And out,” Mike prompted.

  I breathed slowly out, actually feeling my muscles relax as I did so. Placing a hand on the small of my back, partly for leverage and partly for comfort, Mike slipped the butt plug all the way into my asshole. It had hurt a bit the first could of times he did it. Not much and not for very long but it had definitely hurt. Not that time. I don't know if I had gotten used to it or if Mike had improved his technique or both but that time I felt nothing but pleasure. Not even the intense kind of pleasure bordering on pain that I had the first time Mike put his cock in my asshole but more like the pleasure I got when he gently fucked my pussy. Technically, the butt plug was even bigger that Mike's cock, at least in terms of girth, which gave me a lot of hope for how it might be when he started to fuck my ass.

  He kissed me gently, as he massaged my pussy while we waited for the butt plug to work its magic. I came gently from the masterful touch of his hand, the sensation only intensified by the placement of the butt plug, Mike stroking and kissing me as I trembled.

  When the trembling subsided and I was ready, Mike carefully pulled out the butt plug leaving me open and ready. Massaging my stretched-out asshole with his thumb Mike got behind me and pressed the warm head of his hard cock against me.

  “Breath in,” he said, stroking my bare back.

  I obeyed taking a deep breath in, quivering in anticipation of the pleasure that was surely to come. I let the breath slowly out as he slowly pushed his cock into my asshole, stopping when he had submerged the head.

  “More,” I murmured.

  “What's that baby?” he asked.

  “More!” I nearly screamed, so desperate to feel him deep inside me.

  Massaging my back to calm me down Mike pushed further in until he was more than half way inside me.

  Mike then took me by the hips, this time entirely for leverage, and started moving inside, me gently pumping his big beautiful cock out of my tight little asshole.

  Not needing to be told twice, Mike picked up speed, moving faster and harder in my asshole only intensifying my pleasure, making me moan loudly in response. Taking this as a good sign, Mike started fucking me even harder, pounding his huge, wonderful cock onto my asshole, making me scream with joy.

  Mike reached around, massaging my pussy with his hand as he continued to pound me making the sensation even stronger. It wasn't long before I started to cum, Mike ceasing his thrusting still leaving me with the sensation of his cock into my ass. Something that made the massive orgasm brought on with his work on my clit even more intense.

  The fact that Mike also came, unloading his sweet cum into my asshole was the icing on the cake. So to speak. Mike carefully pulled his cock out of my asshole and lay me down gently onto my side, laying down beside me, spooning me until we fell asleep.

  Epilogue

  Sally

  Thanksgiving was upon us once again. The chill was in the air, as was the shouts of people in the grocery store parking lot while people went to buy their birds.

  Luckily, Mike and I had recently both gone veg
etarian and had opted for pizza instead. One he made himself from scratch, with exactly what we wanted on it. It wasn't the usual homemade pizza either. He had apparently hacked the database of a chain pizza place and followed their recipe because it tasted it had just come out of a pizza box. Only a bit better, vein topped with all my favorite veggies.

  We had decided to do thanksgiving alone. The official thanksgiving that is. We had still gone the 'friendsgiving' that time held at Maya's place.

  Everyone was there, as they often were, Derek arriving early, having learned his lesson the year before, but we decided that it had been enough. Besides which we really wanted to spend the holiday with Sherlock who was two months old by then.

  We had debated about the name for months, the whole thing coming down to a coin toss. Sherlock had been my choice, Mike going for Marcel. I didn't really have anything against Marcel per se. It was a perfectly good name in and of itself. It was just that it really put me in mind of a French mime.

  “You baked it right?” Mike asked, putting the pizza down in the middle of the table on one of those stands you often see in restaurants.

  “Of course,” I said, nursing Sherlock.

  “Where did you hide it?”

  “That would be telling,” I said.

  “Really?” Mike asked, mildly amused.

  “Yes,” I said with gravitas.

  “Okay, I give,” he said, backing off. I had taught him well since we started living together.

  Mike got the pizza slicer and cut the homemade pie into twelve even pieces. Serving up a slice each he poured to glasses of grape juice, both of us having given up wine, though for different reasons.

  “Want me to take him?” Mike asked, coming over to my side of the table.

  “Sure, thanks,” I said, handing off Sherlock while tucking away my tit.

  “Not a problem,” Mike said, cradling our son perfectly.

  Mike bounced Sherlock on his knee, as he reduced several slices of pizza to just the crust, which he then put back on the plate like rib bones. He had apparently always had a high metabolism. It made sense with all the exercise he did, his muscles speaking to his effort.

  He was honestly built like a boxer and likely could do it if he was interested in that instead of tech. I never asked if he had found a way to hack into On the Go.

  Last I checked it was still going so I figured either he hadn't figured how yet or he had found it and decided not to use it for whatever reason. Going by the fact that I had seen him phone hack a security camera on the way up to a house, I guessed that he had figured it out and decided not to. Maybe he was softening a bit. Having kids could do that, or so I understood.

  “I thought you didn't want kids,” I teased.

  “There are many things in life that have surprised me,” he said.

  “Like not getting revenge on Jessa?” I asked, making him flinch.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “I'm fine,” he claimed, though I didn't believe him for a second.

  “Okay,” I said, not wanting to push.

  We were having a good time up to that point and I didn't want to bring us down but exhuming the ghosts of the past. I got a ping on my phone. It was from On the Go.

  “Well, speak of the she-devil,” I said.

  “Indeed,” Mark agreed, looking at his.

  “Looks like she's really gone of the rails,” I pointed out.

  “As she is wont to do,” Mike said, not sounding surprised at all.

  The On the Go story was the sort of thing that schadenfreude was made for. According to the story, which was from the app Jess owned so there was every reason to cover it up but they didn't, Jessa had gone through a major public meltdown, actually throwing a chair through the window of a coffee shop. There was a link to a video of the incident taken by several people in the coffee shop at the time.

  “What do you think happened?” I asked.

  “Hard to say, I've seen her do worse when she didn't get whipped cream on her hot chocolate,” Mike said.

  I suspected that he was exaggerating but couldn't really tell how much and decided not to push it. There was another ping, this time just to Mike. His face was impossible to read as he looked at the message. I repressed the urge to ask what the message was, figuring her would tell me in his own time, even going over and taking Sherlock back so he could focus on what he was doing.

  “Well, that's interesting,” Mike said, out of nowhere.

  “What is?” I asked.

  “Oh, one of the programmers who worked on On the Go is suing Jessa for not paying him for his work.”

  “Which would explain the freak out in the coffee shop.”

  “Exactly,” he said.

  “Why did the programmer message you?” I asked.

  “Oh, we were tight back before I got pushed out of the project. I actually hired him back when I first started the company.”

  “Nice to see someone has some loyalty,” I said.

  “Indeed,” he agreed, “he wants me to come back to the company. They need someone now that Jessa is getting paused out by the investors. He plans to prove in court that Jessa stole everything basically. She's likely going down for a while.”

  “Looks like you won't have to hack them now,” I joked.

  “Nope,” Mike said, stifling a laugh.

  “Did you figure out how?” I asked, unable to resist.

  “Oh, yeah, months ago. It just didn't seem right, I'm not eighteen anymore. Besides, that's the sort of thing I could go to prison for, especially considering my record and I didn't want to risk it.”

  “Are you going to take them up on it?” I asked.

  “No,” said, putting down the phone, “I want my private life to be private, especially this.”

  “What?”

  He got down on one knee, taking a small, black velvet jewelry box. Opening it to reveal beautiful blue sapphire engagement ring.

  “I've got everything I could possibly want,” he said, “I also doesn't want this to go public until we are ready to tell people. Just between us.”

  “I haven't said yes yet,” I pointed out.

  “Fair point, well?”

  “Yes,” I said, tears running down my cheeks.

  He put the ring on my finger and kissed away my tears and then kissed me on the lips. Gently taking Sherlock from me, he took me by the hand and took us both upstairs. Sherlock was already asleep so it was just a matter of placing him in his crib. Mike then swooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bedroom.

  I hadn't been wearing much. Just a thin house dress with nothing under it. It was warm in the house and I found nursing to be easier not wearing a bra. It wasn't much for him to get me naked. He then took off his own clothes his cock already quite hard.

  Stroking with both hands, he got on his knees and lowered his head and buried his face into my pussy. He picked up speed and I grabbed the back of his head as he licked me.

  After a while, Mike slipped a finger in me and fingered my clit as he continued to lick me, running his tongue in a hard, circular motion like he knew I loved. At least at first, soon enough moving down to lick me directly on my clit as he fingers nearly making me scream.

  I grabbed the back of my head, pushing my clit ever harder against his tongue as he kept licking while I came. Mike stayed down there, giving me gentle licks and kisses as I came down.

  Getting back into position between my legs, he put my knees to his elbows and gently stroked the head of his cock against my pussy, getting me used to the feeling before pushing inside me fucking me hard, barely getting his cock into my mouth before he came. I swallowed down his sweet cum.

  Laying down beside me on the bed, Mike helped me on top and lowered myself onto his cock, easing it up into my pussy, getting it as far in as I could before I started to ride him, his cock stoking up against my clit in the most heavenly way with each pump up and down the length of his cock.

  It wasn't
long until we both came, Mike inside me and me against him, both of us trembling with the pleasure of it all. I collapsed against him, Mike talking me into a loving embrace and kissing me gently, his cock still nearly balls deep in my pussy.

  Easing up off of Mike I shifted onto all fours getting into doggy position beside him on the bed. Slathering the top of the butt plug with warming lube, Mike pressed the very tip of the plug up against my asshole.

  I breathed slowly out, actually feeling my muscles relax as I did so. Placing a hand on the small of my back, Mike slipped the butt plug all the way into my asshole.

  He kissed me gently, as he massaged my pussy while we waited. I came from from his touch, the sensation only intensified by the placement of the butt plug. When the trembling subsided and I was ready, Mike carefully pulled out the butt plug and got behind me and pressed the warm head of his hard cock against me.

  “Breath in,” he said, stroking my bare back.

  I obeyed taking a deep breath in, quivering in anticipation of the pleasure that was surely to come.

  “And out,” he said.

  I let the breath slowly out at his prompt as he slowly pushed his cock into my asshole, stopping when he pushed his head all the way in. Massaging my back to calm me down Mike pushed further in until he was more than halfway inside me.

  Mike took me by the hips, this time entirely for leverage, and started moving inside, me gently pumping his big beautiful cock out of my tight little asshole. Mike picked up speed, moving faster and harder in my asshole only intensifying my pleasure, making me moan loudly in response. Taking this as a good sign, Mike started fucking me even harder, pounding his huge, wonderful cock onto my asshole, making me scream with joy.

  Mike reach around, massaging my pussy with his hand as he continued to pound me making the sensation even stronger. It wasn't long before I started to cum and Mike stopped fucking me, still leaving his cock in my ass and playing with my pussy. Something that made the massive orgasm brought on with his work on my clit even more intense.