Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 68

Dear Readers,

Thank you all for continuing to follow this story. I can hardly believe that I have been writing about these two for three years. I'm saddened that it is getting near the end. My goal is for you all to wind up satisfied that these two are on the right footing in their relationship.

Once we reach that point, I will feel comfortable bringing their saga to an end.

mich80new

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Leif got so deeply inside her head sometimes, it was scary. Before they met, she never thought she'd find a man who could satisfy her the way she satisfied herself, but Leif had proven her wrong. She also never knew she could trust another soul to understand how much pleasure holding off her orgasms until she could not anymore, gave her.

But this shit he was doing to her now, this was some next level pleasure. It was one thing for her to edge the orgasm again, and again, until she could no longer resist, but another thing altogether for him to be in control of her orgasm. How many nights had she lie in bed awake as a single woman, masturbating furiously and fantasizing about a man taking control of her orgasms like this, tying her up, no less, and not letting her come unless she was a really, really good girl.

And Leif had tenderly learned from how to please her from her first, tentative explorations into sexuality, feelings and desires that she'd first been ashamed were juvenile, and he'd gotten to the heart of some of the things she really desired deep in her heart, but was too shy to express. And after she revealed herself to him, he'd reassured her that her desires were not juvenile, or abnormal, nor were they anything to be ashamed of. He made her comfortable with her blossoming sexuality!

She wanted to belong to Leif. Wanted to pleasure him. Wanted to be his toy, wanted to be dominated by him, and for him to allow her to come in the sex swing- but only when he said.

The realization that she was about to get what she'd longed for since she was a teenager made tears of gratitude flow to her cheeks.

But soon, Lynne was thrashing her head about in sheer lust while Leif edged the feather deliberately so that it made teasing contact with both edges of her lips, and the hood of her clitoris but it would not hover there long enough to help her climax, just long enough to keep her on the edge of a delightful feeling.

She moved her hips upward in the swing to get more contact with the delicious, warm, tingly feeling of the feather.

Leif looked at her with playful disapproval.

"Now you've only been in the chair five minutes baby girl. I don't think it's near time for you to come yet, little missy," murmured Leif.

"No, No sir husband, I'm so sorry," moaned Lynne.

She moved her hips downward and gnashed her teeth. It was going to be so fucking hard to be good, and come when only when he said. Harder than she thought. Lynne's entire body ached with desire, her nipples ached, and her clitoris was swollen with pleasure.

She looked up at Leif's hardened, rippled chest, seeing his sweat, and she wanted to taste it.

Before she realized what she as doing, she leaned upwards in the sex swing, licking around his sexy torso, and the fine patch of blonde hair.

Leif looked at her, and his beautiful, piercing blue eyes widened with a wolf like stare. He grunted, and flared his nostrils. Her leaning up in the chair and licking him like that had apparently really aroused him, and here she was all tied up and helpless. The thought of her riling him up and then him continually having her, like she was his dainty little toy, all tied up was endlessly arousing for Lynne. Her stomach clenched with desire the same way it did when he took her on that delightful trip to the fair and she kept riding higher and higher in the Ferris wheel.

"Mmm, does my sweet little wifey like to use her mouth on her man," he crooned softly.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, thrusting her head back. Lynne looked at him and nodded, submissively.

She let her jaw go slack. She wanted to send the message to him, clearly, that if he wanted to use her for his pleasure, and wanted her to suck his cock, that she would submit to him, but she did not want to appear to eager and break out of character.

She nodded timidly.

"God, such a sweet, pretty mouth," groaned Leif.

He stood over her, with his cock head right above the indentation of her chin dimple, not close enough to touch Lynne, just hovering over her.

Lynne quickly remembered her one hand was free, and she moved her hand from behind her head, near the restraint and lifted his cock out of the waist band of his pajama pants, tugging at it harshly and bringing it toward her eager lips.

When she did this, Leif looked both surprised, ravished with pleasure, and pleased, and Lynne's heart glowed, knowing she'd pleased her man, causing a reciprocal feeling of emotional pleasure to accompany her sexual desire, making her love for him so deep. It caused her to lack an understanding of how women could give themselves so physically to men they felt nothing for. Each nasty thing she did with Leif she loved him more, especially when he looked at her like he was looking right now.

She caught him so off guard he chuckled loudly with lion like pleasure, breaking a bit out of his slightly aloof dominate role he was playing in.

"My, sweet, beautiful little freak," he grunted.

He tousled her hair adoringly, and she didn't even have a chance for her full emotional pleasure to register before she had clamped down adoringly on his rigid cock, loving the full hot feeling in her mouth, and how it twitched with delight and pleasure with each of her firm sucks.

She moaned with pleasure on his cock head, her panties moistening at the sounds of his masculine pleasure.

Her pussy fluttered with the need to be used by her husband and his big, thick, cock.

She fully understood now, that in her single years, the sexual relief and temporary respite she'd felt while playing furiously, alone with her sex toys had indeed been folly. Nothing was as fun and delightful as a flesh and blood man, her husband. And perhaps most importantly, what made the toys the most exciting was the fact that he was using them on her. It was a fact that made tears stream to her eyes, the fact that, even though she was sure that he would continue delighting her with the toys in each way imaginable, she couldn't wait to feel the organic things he had to give her pleasure, his fingers, his tongue, and lastly his hard cock. And, how she enjoyed, and adored using the organic parts of herself to bring him pleasure. She could be his special, baby girl, and his angel and she could make him feel feelings with her mouth and pussy he couldn't get anywhere else. More special than any lover he'd ever had before, a bond that could never be broken!

Lynne looked up at her husband and felt a warm surge of pride in her heart. His beautiful blue eyes were opened, but she couldn't see the blue of his eyes, because he had completely rolled them up in his head, enjoying the pleasures of her eager mouth, grunting.

"Mmm, shit, you're such a good wifey, Lynney! You suck it so good baby," he panted.

He was stroking her forehead, and she felt him push her forehead back a little forcefully, and she jerked her head backward a bit in response and then realized that he was stopping her from sucking him until he came.

When she looked up at his cock, It was angry pink, straining with pleasure and the need for release.

He traced his cock luridly around her lips.

He was panting with heated desire.

"Mmm, gonna save that come for your pussy, I know you want it deep in your tight pussy baby! Maybe if there's any left, I'll let you swallow some if you're a good wife," he grunted.

"Oh baby please, I'd like that, I want you to come in both my holes," she murmured submissively.

Lynne didn't even know where she'd gotten the filthy language, but it was true, and after they trained her anus to take him, she wanted him in all three holes!

"Damn baby I might have to gag your pretty mouth, when you talk like that, I almost think I could jizz without you touching me. You are such a pretty, kinky little thing, and I like it when you talk dirty to me! That's why I married you, and why I love you so much I feel love sick when I look at you sometimes," grunted Leif.

He tucked his hardened cock back in his pajama pants as best he could, his hard on sticking back out through the waistband.

Lynne loved that he was similarly amped up in his arousal as she was, all hyped up and hungry to come. She couldn't wait for him to put her in a different position in the sex swing and pound her sweet body until it had lurched over in orgasm to assuage the manly, beastly hunger her submissiveness and eagerness to please was beckoning in him, and this was even with a couple of hundred dollars worth of sex toys spread out on the floor. The toys didn't hold her interest; the man did! It made her know how deep and far reaching her hunger was for this man, and why, no matter how much she submitted to him, it would never be enough. She loved him with all of her heart.

"You made me forget, where we were, and what we were doing, you naughty thing, with those hot little lips," he grunted.

Then he picked up the babygirl paddle!

He released her arm from the restraint.

He loosened the restraints and picked her up by her waist, and Lynne threw her arms around his neck while he picked her up like she was almost a weightless rag doll. She loved how strong and lean Leif was, and the disparity of their sizes, him long and lean and her tiny and petite led to a delicious feeling of being both vulnerable and protected.

"You're gonna get a spanking for sucking me so good I almost came, and making me wait, because I can't come in your kitty until you come," he groaned.

"But you said I couldn't come until you say!" chirped Lynne in protest.

"Hush now baby girl, get on your knees," murmured Leif, flipping Lynne roughly in the air by her stomach, and forcing her into the sex swing, her knees spread wide apart, ass in the air, suspended helplessly in the stirrups.

Lynne moaned huskily with pleasure.

How could he know, how did he know how many nights she spent in the dark recesses of her fantasies tied up, and titillated, teased with pleasure again and again until all she wanted to do was have a good, strong come. Sometimes she was blind folded, sometimes she was handcuffed. Back when she was going to her old church she'd cry sometimes when she had those fantasies when she played with herself. She thought she was some kind of sick fuck, but now, she was seeing, she was normal. His love for her was cathartic. Their sensuality, a healing balm on her soul.

Her tears fell on the carpet.

She felt a gentle hand at the nape of her neck, and a warm kiss to the crown of her hair.

"Why are you crying baby girl? Too intense? Do you want me to get you out of the chair and lay you on the floor so you can be free and we can finish playing with your toys and then come with me inside you? This day is all about what my princess needs sexually. We can do kinky or we can do tender. I like both equally. What do you need?" he murmured his gravely voice barely above a whisper.

Then Lynne really started sobbing.

"No, not too intense. I love it. I just love being able to feel kinky and not feel dirty or ashamed," she confessed.

"Well, you are my dirty girl, but you're my sweet, beautiful, dirty little wife, and if you want a spanking sweetness, that's nothing to be ashamed of," said Leif, pulling her waistband of the kitten panties taut so that it made a crease as it rested against her backside.

Lynne moaned.

"Please spank your baby girl!" panted Lynne.

"Yeah, almost forgot what I was doing huh?" said Leif.

He brought the paddle down on Lynne's ass with a loud thwack.

It stung terribly but it was so pleasurable to Lynne.

"You're just too sexy for your own good aren't you!" he shouted hotly.

He yanked down the kitten panties, exposing both of her ass globes, leaving them around her ankles.

She felt naked, vulnerable, and delicious as he continued to spank each cheek, before landing a solid swat in the middle of her two cheeks.

Just when Lynne thought she'd found the stinging rhythm, and could anticipate the playful pain of each smack, he stopped and placed a kiss to her backside.

"So before you were naughty, and you started sucking me, and trying to get me off, I told you I was going to pleasure you and you couldn't come until I said, and that you'd have the strongest orgasm of your life, do you remember," asked Leif.

He punctuated his words by whispering into her crack, his hot breath tickling her anus.

Lynne was delirious with pleasure.

She moved and jerked her hands down to masturbate her pussy, she needed stimulation so badly, and then she looked up at the restraints, realizing, indeed that her hands were tied up.

"Shit. Oh Leify, baby, baby please," mewed Lynne in a voice that was so cloying and desperate she couldn't recognize it.

"Oh baby what," murmured Leif.

She heard Leif drop the baby girl paddle, and then she felt the fuzzy feather tickling the lining her ass crack.

"Umm. Mmm," she whimpered.

Leif took that feather and plunged it gently into her anus, ticking her rim with the feathery probe.

It was so pleasurable, Lynne wailed loudly in ecstasy. Her nipples tingled as though branded with fire and her pussy lurched with the need to come.

Leif reached down beneath her onto the floor picking up more of the toys they'd bought in the sex shop. She couldn't see what he was grabbing next.

"Should blind fold you, but I think with your hands bound up, you'll behave enough," said Leif playfully.

Lynne chuckled, and Leif playfully bit her butt in response, and she really began to giggle.

The giggles were soon replaced by moans, as he started kissing, and sucking her pussy from behind as she was suspended in the chair.

Soon, Lynne felt the warm, smooth, heavy sensation of being penetrated by something that felt so delightful she reared her ass into his fingers for more of the sensation. A delicious, full, heavy feeling.

She felt Leif's fingers reach up into her pussy and push the feeling in deeper.

Lynne bucked against his hand, and the heavy sensation, straining to come.

She finally could tell what her husband was using to invade her pussy. The yummy, heavy, ben-wah balls.

"Mmm, you're pussy is so tight, we hardly need another inside you, it's already trained," groaned Leif.

He gently inserted a lubed second finger, and the second ben wah ball slid into place.

Lynne's eyes formed more fresh tears. She remembered when she could barely fit a finger inside and it was painful. Now she was stuffed full of two heavy ben-wah balls but even though her pussy was as tight as it ever was, they were not painful, but extremely pleasurable. It was the difference between a skilled, loving man, dedicated to her pleasure like Leif was, and a selfish, immature, jerk like her first man.

"Oh it's so good, so full," she cried loudly.

"Not as full as you'll be when you are stuffed with my cock, but only if you are a good girl now and don't come," he added.

He picked up the baby girl paddle again and gave Lynne a firm thwack on the ass again, and Lynne giggled.

She was tickled, and Leif was too. He chuckled loudly as well.

"My god, you have such a tight little pussy! You giggle and they don't even drop out! I'm going to fuck the hell out of you!" he panted hotly.

But first, she felt a tickly sensation about her pussy lips.

It was the feather. He was tickling her again.

The gentle tickling around her clitoris of the soft, delicate feather, combined with the heaviness of the balls made Lynne cry real tears of orgasmic desperation.

"Oh please, please Leify I need to come," panted Lynne through gritted teeth.

She actually moved her ass trying to rub her pussy into the feather

"Now stop that humping the feather! That's a dirty wife! You're only going to hump my cock until you come, do you understand!" he commanded.

He thwacked her ass five times had with that baby girl paddle.

"Oh Yes sir! Yes sir!" chirped Lynne.

Each hard sting of her ass caused a rip current of pleasure to flood her pussy.

She was in such danger of coming!

And he would discipline her, and it would be delicious! Whether she came or whether she didn't come too soon, it was a win, win for Lynne, and she loved this domination and submission game! She already couldn't wait to play again!

"Yes sir what?" asked Leif, his ear dramatically close to her mouth.

"Yes sir, husband, sir!" cried Lynne obediently.

"Good, Girl!" he added punctuating his phrase with the paddle.

He let her feel his erection poking up through his pajama pants.

He tickled her crack with it, and teasingly slid it along her anus.

Lynne groaned.

She knew that they would work up to anal sex, but she certainly didn't mind him teasing her with the prospect.

Maybe they could bring the sex swing back to this same cottage in a year and he could tie her up and do her anally. By then she should be prepared, as they worked with her gently to get her used to his girth in her ass. The thought of it was delicious to Lynne.

Her pussy clutched as though it wanted to come and she tried to quickly banish the thought of him penetrating her anally, something that never failed to bring on an orgasm during a masturbatory fantasy.

"I saw you straining to come," murmured Leif and he squeezed her pussy possessively. He squeezed it liked it belong to him, it was his domain, and she was not allowed the ultimate pleasure until he said.

That made her pussy want to come even more!

"We're not gonna waste these toys. Gonna play with all of them, before you come, got me buying up the whole damn place and spoiling you! You aren't gonna come until you've played with more toys, missy, but you better not finish until I'm filling you with my cock," murmured Leif.

He reached in her pussy and dug around and pulled out the first benwah ball. He then reached for the other, to remove it form her pussy, rolling it deliberately around her g-spot, before gliding it out of her opening.

"Oh! Fuck!" yelped Lynne, the tingly ecstasy ripping through her stomach and pussy like a rip current.

"That's right baby, your man loves to fuck you, but you are not to fucking come yet little girl, understand? Not until your husband fucks you with his big cock, not a moment before," he grunted.

Lynne heard the next toy before she saw it, and she could tell what it was by the sounds of the whirring. The purple, vibrating cock with the clit tickler!

Dear god, how was she going to stand the pleasure of the buzzy cock, with its delightful girth without cumming all over it.

Leif must have thought the same thing, because he got a wicked, surfer boy chuckle, the sounds of his wicked, kinky delight were so pleasurable to her ears, she almost came hearing his husky laughter.

He knew he was giving her an impossible task!

"You are...not...to...come..." he whispered huskily over her ass crack.

He spread her pussy wide with his thumb and forefinger. He gently swirled his tongue over the opening of her pussy.

"Baby, baby please!" peeled Lynne helplessly.

Just when she thought she'd teeter over the edge, he replaced the pleasurable heat and texture of his tongue with the delicious swiveling head of the vibrating dildo.

It was only just teasing the outer edge of her pussy and Lynne felt desperate for the full sensation of the wiggling head, jerking her hips wildly backwards.

Leif thrusted the toy deeper into Lynne.

"Don't come yet darling, you hear?" he crooned.

Lynne moaned loudly as the feeling of the girth of the toy filled her, and bottomed out deep within her, nestling over the edge of her g-spot.