Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 67

He could fuck her so good until she squealed and his jizz shot deep into her pussy, clear up to her belly button! Good thing she was on the pill, or they'd be leaving this honeymoon with fucking triplets.

He could smell the scent of her sex lubricating as he stood between her legs. She was kinky as hell and couldn't wait for him to play with her like a nasty little toy with each of the sex toys that they'd brought. And he felt privileged that she trusted him so much with her freaky needs after being reared in an abusive household, and abused by an ex-boyfriend. It was beautiful and healthy for her to confide her needs in him, her need to be dominated a bit, her enjoyment of toys with different textures that buzzed in her pussy. After they'd experienced this together, she'd feel even safer in his love, like she was even more free to be the woman she was, without ever worrying about a man inhibiting or stifling her sexuality again! She was his, but she could be as nasty and kinky as she wanted to be and he'd still adore her, and keep helping her find ways to push her freaky little pussy to whatever limits she desired with him.

And she whimpered again when he traced her lips with a finger before kissing her again. So vulnerable, tender and loving. A man had never been so lucky as he was. Her husband. And he'd never betray her trust by hurting her when she was vulnerable to him. He wanted to thrill her now that she'd trusted him with her intimate kink of wanting to be dominated and submitting!

"Now we've got all these toys for you to play with little missy. And a couple of toys I bought that I hadn't shown you yet, before we went to the store. What do we want to play with first? What to you should your husband use on his sweet little body first?" murmured Leif.

He'd spread out the instruments to pleasure Lynne beneath her. He'd also wisely placed a blanket beneath them, it would make it much easier to clean up the floor when she creamed it everywhere.

"I want to play with whatever you want to use on me husband, sir!" she whispered breathlessly.

"Are you sure baby girl? Because if you are giving me permission, I play hard and I play long, and if you are a naughty one, and you come before I say, you're gonna get in a lot of trouble little wifey you understand,"

Lynne squirmed and actually lifted her hips in the air. She liked this, him stepping in a dominating role, and he took note of her preferences. He wanted to please his young wife so much.

He traced her lips, with a gentle fingertip and she latched onto his finger, sucking hard.

Leif's cock ached, right along with his heart! He wanted to feel those lips over his cock while he stood over her in the chair and she submitted to him helplessly. Such a beautiful mouth, and beautiful small breasts and he pictured his cock covering her with his semen as she was bound helplessly in the chair, while Lynne squealed with delight, but her pleasure first!

"Yes, yes baby! I'm sure!" moaned Lynne.

"Such a sexy little voice you have. Look what it does to me, huh," murmured Leif.

He made Lynne cup his erection with one of her hands, while he gently helped her hand into the other restraint as though he was gently grabbing her hand to take a walk with her through the park.

Lynne swooned.

"The other hand husband," murmured Lynne taking her hand off of his crotch, and moving her hand back toward the restraint.

Leif wanted to teach her about obedience.

"Nope, not yet. That hand can be free for now. Some of these toys, I might like you to show me how you like it, so we'll let this right hand free for now, as long as you can be good princess," he added sweetly kissing the palm of her hand.

"I'll be your good princess...your sweet little wifey and I won't come before you say...I wanna be your angel and do just what you say," promised Lynne.

But Leif knew his little Lynney, and he knew that she would fail at this test of self-will. He remembered when they first started living together, and after a week, she invited him to sleep in the bedroom with her, and he made his way off of the couch, instead of sleeping alone, to cuddle with Lynne.

By the end of that week, they were passionately kissing while having hot and heavy sessions where he masturbated her. It took all of Leif's willpower not to press her into intercourse too soon, but he knew it was traumatic for her. But what he enjoyed most about these experiences was when he learned just how much this woman craved physical sensations and pleasure. He'd never met a woman like her. And, once he'd learned to make her come fast, she shyly placed her hand over his in her underwear and she'd keep jerking his hand away when she thought she would come.

He thought she was mad at first for stopping him when he got to the really good part, but soon he realized that she'd gotten good at masturbating herself, and she was doing something that he mostly knew only men to practice, edging her orgasm so that when she did come, it would be stronger. Before Leif meant Lynne, he only knew of other guys liking masturbation so much, and knowing their bodies that well, he never thought he'd find that same hunger in a woman! He was incredibly turned on by how well she knew her body, and he followed the tugging of her fingers to learn when she was on the edge, and what strokes he could use with his hands, and later with his tongue to prolong the feeling for his sweetie.

He loved to bring her joy.

So he saw having his beautiful wife tied up in a sex swing as a way to prolong the sweet, orgasmic sensations the way she loved, in ways she never could have explored when she was single. His mind drifted back to the present.

"Good girl. Husband wants to make you come harder than you ever have before today, do you understand," he added.

He placed a quick slap on her ass cheek with the baby girl paddle while Lynne giggled with delight, shielding her ass with her free right hand.

He looked at her with a playful menacing glance, and picked up a blue feather with a large plume.

"What's that toy Leify? We didn't buy that in the store," said Lynne.

"Yeah, we didn't. It's a toy that I bought when I purchased the rubber ducky. This toy is for me baby girl," said Leif.

Lynne wore a confused expression while Leif chuckled with joy and kissed her forehead.

It was for him. He imagined tickling her beautiful body everywhere until she glowed with the desire for an intense orgasm, which he would repeatedly deny her until she was ready to accept his swollen cock, stiff and aching from watching his baby teeter over the edge so many times.

It may have been Lynne's fantasy to be tied up in the chair and used by him, but it was his fantasy to make her come stronger than she ever had through edging herself, since she'd first taught him the way she got off alone with his hand under hers jammed in her cute, cotton, boycut panties.

Being taught by her, how to cause her such exquisite pleasure was so intimate to him, and something that he cherished, and something that he craved to make her feel more of. More joy more pleasure than she ever could have imagined when she was alone.

"Such pretty feet Lynney, and I don't even like feet, not before I saw your cute ones anyway," said Leif playfully, edging the feather between her high heeled furry slipper, and the soul of her feet.

"Stop it! Stop it that tickles!" Squealed Lynne squirming all around in the chair and thrusting her gorgeous stomach in the air.

She wriggled from side to side, giggling, those cute ass hipster glasses getting crooked on her face.

"Leave them," he whispered quietly, kissing her forehead.

He would straighten them later. Something so sweet about her and those thick ass glasses, slightly askew and vulnerable.

"Yes sir," murmured Lynne.

"Damn Lynney. Damn you're a good girl. A good wifey. Good girls get all the best rewards after they are tickled more," said Leif with a husky chuckle.

He took the feather plume and began tickling the underside of her luscious, sensitive calves with the feather.

"No, no, no, please stop it! If you said I was good, no more fucking tickling!" said Lynne with a bloodcurdling squeal.

The sound of her squeals and her utter helplessness as he tickled and teased her made his cock ramrod hard.

"I can't stop Lynney, the sounds you make when you giggle and snort are so fucking cute. Look what they do to my cock, seeing you helpless and all tied up for me, squealing and giggling. I think most men love to hear their wives squeal. I can't stop. Hell no," he said with firm playfulness.

He adjusted the waistband of his black silk pajama pants so that she could see how she affected him, the tip of his cock sticking up in the air past the waistband.

Lynne's eyes lit up. And she licked her lips as though it was the tip of his cock and winked at him.

Little tease. He'd show her who the tease was!

"Tee-hee-hee, please!" she let forth another yelp as he started tickling her armpit of the arm that was restrained.

She leaned over her free hand and protected her armpit.

"Stop baby! Please, I'm getting a stomach ache," she added looking at him with desperate eyes.

"If you really want me to stop, then you need to say tortoise. Otherwise, it's good for you to laugh some baby. Been too much sadness in your life before," murmured Leif, very gently moving the feather on the inside of her arm, near the crease.

He was aiming for a different sensation this time.

A pleasurable one, and he knew he'd achieved it when he moved the feather behind her delicate, dusky little elbow, and she moaned, while he sucked the crease of her forearm with such ardor as though he was French kissing her.

"Mph!" moaned Lynne loudly.

"You like that, huh?" he asked gently chasing her pouty lips with the feather.

Leif felt his cock leak some precum when Lynne stuck her sexy tounge out, and licked the feather plume.

"Mmm, you're too damn sexy for your own good baby, you know that," murmured Leif, gently dusting Lynne down her neck and between the valley of her breasts with the feather.

He drew his attention over to the underside of one of her breasts with the feather.

Then, because her breasts were covered with tiny tassels, he pulled at the left one slightly, not enough to take off the tassels which she'd carefully applied, but enough to cause a pleasurable gripping and suction around the areola.

Lynne arched her back.

Then, looked at him like a nymphomaniac angel.

She reached for his drooling cock with her free hand.

"Baby, fuck me, and then we can play with the rest of my toys!" she cried.

Leif chuckled with mischievous joy.

"Baby it's not time yet. Why, I spent a lot of money on those toys and we haven't even really gotten started yet. You just need to learn to behave," he murmured tickling her neck with the feather.

"I am behaving, but you are teasing me so much," moaned Lynne, squirming.

The kitten panties were beginning to dampen around the kitten-faced crotch, the sweetest sight he ever saw.

He kissed Lynne's crotch while she jumped with delight.

"You are not behaving, you're trying to speed things along when I already told you what would happen if you came to soon. Do you want a spanking little wifey," asked Leif.

It was turning him on more and more to take this dominate role in their pleasure that Lynne desired, and his dick throbbed, bossing her a bit.

"No I don't want a spanking, I want to be allowed to come," murmured Lynne, getting into her submissive role.

"Good girl. Good wifey. You'll earn the right to come if you do the right things. Now no more talking out of you when I tickle you, you better start enjoying it, or I'll tie up the other hand, is that clear," said Leif touching her forehead with his own.

"Yes, yes Leify," whispered Lynne.

She surprised and delighted him by giving him a deep, passionate kiss after her verbal agreement.

She looked up at him like an angel after giving him her obedience.

"Look at you lovely body baby. I don't know what to please first," murmured Leif huskily.

Lynne arched her back like a gymnast, lifting her hips for him. It was fucking sexy to him how flexible she was, with her love of dancing. Since her movements showcased her perfect stomach, Leif decided to trace the feather down from her lovely throat, over her collar bone, and then gently, smoothly over the valley between her breasts, and crosswise over her stomach, whipping the plume around her belly button before teasing the waistband of the kitten panties with the edge of the feather.

Lynne wanted her caressing with the feather so badly, her mouth was opened slightly.

Leif took her slightly open, pouty lips as an invitation.

He leaned between her legs, placed his weight on her stomach, and tickled her chin dimple.

Lynne opened her mouth wide, accepting his tongue inside, moaning with pleasure, as he tickled gently between the waistband of her panties and her thick pubic hair. She giggled with pleasure into his mouth, and then Leif increased the pressure of the feather, his touch no longer designed to tickle his young wife, but to arouse her.

He gently slid the silky feather crosswise over her lips.

Lynne used her free hand to cup his head with appreciation, passionately angling her head to taken in more of his kiss.

Leif responded by gently lifting the kitten panties on her hips slightly.

He just exposed enough of her damp, curly little bush so that he could access her cute, juicy pussy lips to tickle them with the feather.

The cry that she let out when he gently swiped over her curly bush with the feather rocked the heavens.

He almost wanted to ask her if she was okay, as her beautiful mouth quivered, but then she tipped her head back further, as though she was drunk with delight that she was finally getting the teasing she desired. Leif kissed down her stomach, gently squeezing her cute ass globes, and decided to go to work, and pleasure her.

He gently kissed each of her hip bones, and looked up into her brown eyes smolderingly.

"When you finally orgasm, I want you to come so fucking hard," he murmured, blowing his breath crosswise over her pussy.

He teased her lovely slit with the edge of the feather.

"Oh!" cried Lynne and she slid her free hand down over to the edge of her pussy lips, as though she wanted to open them, to feel the feather directly on her clit.

Leif gently smacked her hand away, and then kissed her palm.

"No baby, no touching yet, not until I say," he murmured, as she licked her tongue in frustration.

"Careful. Now I like that cute, pink tongue of yours, and I can put it to a lot of uses," he said playfully.

When Lynne giggled, he parted her legs slightly at the knees, and gently, soothingly brushed her slightly parted pussy lips with the feather, so that the plume tickled both the edges of her lips and her clitoris, which began to peak up deliciously between her folds, apparently wanting to play.

"Mmm baby it wants to come," giggled Lynne.

Her voice was slurred with the weed, and her nubile sexual desire.

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