Lynn And Leif Forevermore Ch 64

Hello Readers,

Sorry that it has been so long since I have posted. I have been busy and away from these two for far too long. I hope you all enjoy the last few chapters. I have to admit that I am getting sad that the honeymoon is drawing to a close, but all good things come to an end. Still a few more scenes though.

Thank you all for sticking with these two. Your comments and feedback have inspired me, and made me a better writer.

Mich80new

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Lynne ate three chocolates.

"I saw you eat the three chocolates, not just two like I told you, but I'll ignore it for now," Leif said playfully.

They found a nice country store, which Leif was sure would have the best sandwiches.

He was glad she too had been open about her longings, the same way he was yesterday. He did not give a shit if she wanted to be treated like his little girl and spanked, or spoiled with love sometimes. He thought it was rather cute. Lynne did have girlish ways although she was a grown woman. But more importantly, he knew his young wife was broken in a particular way, and he was glad to be able to give her the comfort, and love that she needed to feel safe in her heart.

He might even suggest, when they get back from the honeymoon and started living their regular lives, that she talk to someone professionally. He didn't want her to feel abnormal, and he didn't think she was weird by any means, but he knew she'd seen things, and been treated in ways that no young woman should have to suffer. Even now, the collateral damage of having left that religious cult was massive, losing all family and friends within the church. It was enough to break down even them most emotionally strong. He saw nothing wrong with her talking to someone occasionally about these painful issues and getting some therapy, if she felt that she wanted it, and he'd be glad to help see to it that their budget included some therapy for his sweet young wife. It might be helpful to her to get over these last, residual feelings of shame, or guilt, or not being good enough because she wasn't practicing her former religion anymore. If she didn't feel she needed therapy, that was fine too, he would love and support her and continue to be her confidant as she worked through her past as he always was. He'd always be there for his baby girl. The most important thing was that Lynne know that she was very normal, and loved to pieces by him, and she was safe to learn and grow with her husband, free of the judgment she'd faced before.

The fact that Lynne got up every morning when they were together and faced life as though it was an adventure, ready and eager to learn new things and put the painful past behind her, hinted that she was a lot stronger than her shy, tortoise like exterior hinted at. And so, if sitting in his lap and getting to be treated like his little princess sometimes, or getting a spanking from him made the chasm less gaping, he would never tell her no. His sweet princess!

They got their food, and Leif found them a six pack of nice, imported, dark lager. He loved that his wife was a beer drinker like he was, it made their union that much more enjoyable. Someone who not only would drink beer but knew all the different types and formed an opinion about flavor. A cool wife if there ever was one. Leif drove, and drove until he found them a nice, secluded little spot where there were some picnic tables, and a creek nearby.

He hadn't had a picnic lunch in ages, and he relished the opportunity, with someone as beautiful as his wife in her plaid skirt, and sunny yellow top.

Lynne spread a tablecloth, and Leif unwrapped the lunches.

He realized that they'd forgotten to toast the bread on Lynne's sandwich. They both loved toasted bread on chicken salad, and he knew it, so without even mentioning his bread was a little soggy, he gave the toasted sandwich to his new wife. It was little things like that. She made up for him spoiling her this way, in a multitude of other ways.

For example, she was already murmuring about now knowing how to make chocolate at home.

He chuckled. He knew he was going to be treated to candy when they got home, with her culinary skills.

"Hell darlin', just don't lick the bowl out, if you're gonna serve it to Janelle and the rest of our company," said Leif playfully.

She laughed, and laughed until she snorted.

"Fuck you Leif!" she quipped playfully.

"You already did, in the car, like the naughty little thing that you are, and it was quite good wasn't it," he quipped and winked at her.

She punched his shoulder, and there were more adorable, snorting giggles. He'd loved her laugh when he first heard it, with the snort, and it thrilled him to know he'd gotten her to snort so cutely so much during their honeymoon. He was tickling her. Making her happy!

Lynne tucked into the toasted chicken salad sandwich and took a huge bite. She was hungry. He found her eager appetite so cute. He was wearing her out, fucking her, the woman was hungry!

"I thought you asked for toasted bread on both these sandwiches, yours is not toasted," she remarked, scarfing down some potato chips.

He knew Lynne, and if he mentioned that he had asked for toasted, she would sacrifice and eat the one that wasn't toasted. He didn't want her doing that. This honeymoon was to show her the start of their happy life, and he was her loving husband. He didn't mind sacrificing the sandwich he knew she liked better! He wanted to put her needs first in all things.

"I don't care, I'm just hungry," said Leif, quickly biting into his own sandwich. Wasn't always about what he wanted.

He was so glad he'd learned that lesson by being patient with her when she was scared to be penetrated initially. Imagine all that he would be missing out on right now.

A lifetime of beauty, and pleasure.

Leif opened their bottles of beer with his teeth.

He had forgotten a bottle opener.

He sacrificed his teeth because he hadn't had braces like Lynne had as a teenager.

Lynne thought that was hilarious.

"Do you remember...our first I guess...date, and when we had those beers, when we were playing pool?" asked Lynne.

"Hell yes, and I remember how you almost drank not only your beer, but also my entire beer," said Leif chuckled.

"I think what I remember the most, is how hungry you swallowed that beer because I had been drinking it. You drank it like it was filled with passion because my mouth had been on it at some point, and like you couldn't get enough of me," murmured Lynne, placing both her hands in his own.

"I imagined the neck was smeared with your pussy juices," teased Leif and he winked at her, throwing the beer bottle back and chugging it down whole, like he had that first night, and then he winked at her, flirting with her.

Didn't matter if he had her, he couldn't help flirting with his beautiful Lynne.

"I'll smear the next one, with my pussy juices, if you want me to...Husband," murmured Lynne.

She'd picked up on his flirting loud and clear.

Her foot was in his lap, and she dangled it down over his crotch, gently stroking his cock through his shorts.

What a delightful, kinky little goddess.

"Now, what red blooded husband wouldn't like that. You gonna sit up on the table so I can see it when you offer the beer to me," said Leif playfully.

"If you want me to Leify," murmured Lynne.

She sat on the picnic bench right above Leif.

Leif opened the cooler and took out a beer.

He popped off the cap with his teeth, and took several swigs, so the bottle wouldn't be too full when she pushed it up in her pussy.

Lynne chuckled as Leif necked her, and slid off her panties. Of course, if she was going to pull such a hot little stunt, he wanted to be sure that her pussy was aroused, he didn't want her in any pain.

Then, Lynne perched one leg on the picnic table, the other between his legs, and sensuously slid the neck of the beer bottle into her pussy, purring with pleasure at the feel of the glass bottle neck.

"You're a kinky girl Lynney, I never would have known that when I first met you baby, and I love it with all my heart," he murmured playfully.

He did love it, and with her playful ingenuity and penchant for adventure, she'd already outclassed any of the unsavory women of his past. Lynne was living proof that good girls could also be bad girls, who showed their husbands lots of fun, with the right love and encouragement.

Her pussy right in his face, he couldn't help kissing and suckling her clit as she angled the beer bottle towards her g-spot, fucking herself with it slowly.

"You're getting too good at this huh," said Leif playfully moving her hand penetrating her pussy with the neck of the bottle.

Lynne threw her head back and moaned loudly with pleasure. He was careful not to penetrate her too deeply, he knew the base of the bottle was too big for her tight, tight little pussy and he didn't want to cause her pain or stretch out his goodies besides.

"You like the way that bottle feels huh? " he added, watching her, fascinated with her unabashed enjoyment of masturbation, and how sexy that was to him.

"The glass is smooth and it gets warm quickly inside me, and that adds to it. Doesn't feel as good as your cock though Leify, I promise," she murmured throatily and she winked at him.

"It better not. Of course, if you like the feeling of glass, your husband will be sure to get you plenty of glass toys when we take a trip to the adult store," he added dotingly.

The neck of the bottle pushed into her tight pink rose, the contrast of the green bottle against her sandy colored bush, angled naughtily under her skirt, her legs dangling into his lap, making a sexy show that only he could see, her sensual juices making the neck of the bottle slick, and now her eyes rolled up in her head with joy as she humped the glass neck and stimulated the base of her clit with the edge of the bottle.

Leif's cock engorged and felt hot and longing for the pleasure of her tight walls, while being torn with desire to suck the wet juices off the bottleneck.

This was the most fun fucking picnic he'd ever had! Leave it to firecracker, freaky little Miss Lynne. He was so lucky to be the man she called her husband. His cock swelled even stiffer, imagining how she must have masturbated long ago when she imagined being his girl. He bet no household object was safe, beer bottles, carrots, and hairbrushes. And that was to say nothing of all the adorable little buzzing vibrating toys he'd found by mistake. She was a cute little kinkster, and he'd never make his lovely bride feel ashamed of her sexuality!

He did feel a bit jealous of the bottle, and he moved it backward a little bit so that he could join the bottle in bringing his nubile caramel goddess some pleasure. He leaned forward, his head in her lap, kissing and nibbling the furrow of her mound near her clitoris.

Lynne let out a wail of ecstasy that sent a need to have her immediately pulsing through Leif's body. He gently dislodged the beer bottle from her wet pussy, and she pouted adorably.

But her pout turned to a chuckle when Leif took the bottleneck eagerly between his lips, sucking off the glistening juices.

"Tastes better than I dreamed when I imagined I could taste you on the neck, back at the pool hall," he added huskily.

He tilted the bottle back, and had swallowed the rest of the beer in four eager gulps.

Then he stood on his knees on the picnic bench in front of the table, and Lynne sensing his intension lay back against the picnic table, perched up by her elbows, lifted her skirt up past her dark curlies and smiled at him like a naughty angel.

"Can't tell you how much I love my sweet girl, and how sexy and mischievous she is," he added dotingly just taking time to tenderly stroke the hair away from her face.

Her eyes filled up with love, and he knew what it was, each whisper, each loving caress filled her soul.

Soon they were both struggling to free him out of his cargo shorts, and boxers.

Lynne was already wet, and raring to go, and he was already hard, so once he was lifted from his fly hole, he teasingly nudged his way into her hungry walls until he was balls deep into her, and nestled under her cervix.

Lynne's loud wail forced him to roughly cover her mouth with his hand, he didn't want her loud screams in the empty park to make someone think anything was wrong.

"Shh...you need to hush now...it's good too me too, so good baby," murmured Leif, slapping the outside of her left thigh with dominate authority, while he groaned with ecstasy at the tight, slick feeling of her perfect muscles.

Damn he was not getting used to the tightness, the heat, or the texture of her intoxicating pussy, let alone the sweet scent of her feminine musk as it floated up towards him as he'd lifted up her skirt and buried his cock in her pussy. He wanted all of her, to drown in her. He tangled his fingers in her glossy brown curls, forcing her back against the picnic table. He gently nibbled at her full, sexy mouth, before forcing his tongue between her lips and tasting the treasures that were within, the sweet taste of her kiss and the sharp taste of the beer on her lips inflamed him with lust, reminded him of why he had her pinned against the picnic table, adorable little vixen with her masturbation beer bottle games!

Her hot mouth and tiny tongue felt, and tasted so good to Leif, he couldn't help letting out a loud, pleasured groan into her mouth. She played to all of his fantasies, and desires. A freaky little goddess who would try the type of daring naughty stunts his base male nature found titillating, coupled with wholesomeness and a desire to share these things only with her loving man was a combination that Leif, and his cock found intoxicating!

He grunted and panted into her mouth, pulling back more of her lips by her adorable chin dimple, he needed to have more. He leaned up against the picnic table and lifted her legs higher around her waist, burying himself in her tight heat further.

"Holy shit you feel so good!" he gasped in her mouth.

He covered her with so much of his weight due to his pleasure, Lynne could hardly move, so Leif moved for the both of them, tunneling himself in, and out of her lovely thighs.

"Mmm, you feel good too!" she yipped loudly in a pause between their kisses.

It was a bit warm in the afternoon now, and Leif's body started to glisten with sweat against Lynne's warm stomach and the rolled up sweater, but that just made things feel even sexier to Leif, and he planted playfully in her ear-

"Better than the green beer bottle?" biting her ear roughly and Lynne chuckled loudly.

Then he was treated to sounds so delightful he had to squeeze his ass cheeks together to keep from coming too soon, the sound of his young wife giggling with amusement and sexual pleasure.

He'd never heard anything so sexy in his life as her moaning little giggles.

He leaned up to kiss her forehead adoringly, taking some of his weight off of her, as she giggled, and moaned, and snorted all in unison, and he delighted as he bounced against her with pleasure, moving his cock in and out of her steamy, slick, tight little walls, and her lovely breasts shimmied up and own, up and down hypnotically in her tight yellow sweater, the prints of her nipples beckoning him like orbs.

He yanked the sweater upwards, and Lynne cupped his head to her bosom, and as soon as he started to suck her left nipple very hard, he felt Lynne's pussy fluttering with pleasure around his aching cock, tickling his cock with pleasure like butterfly wings as she giggled, with what he assumed was happiness, freedom, and amusement from the bottle joke.

And, as her muscles quivered with delight, she composed her self during her giggling just enough to answer him.

"Yes, oh Yes! So much better than the beer bottle!" as a delightful moan.

Lynne was gripping his ass as his pent up need escaped through his cock, and deep into her belly Leif groaning with the pleasure of her delightfully tickling muscles, the tight, slick feelings deep in his wife's pussy, and the knowledge that he could get deeper and satisfy Lynne better than any of the myriad of objects that his freaky little goddess had devised to give herself sexual pleasure.

He was planted himself deep near the entrance of her womb, as deep as he could get his cock, bellowing with pleasure, and painting her walls with the evidence of his devotion and desire to please his young, beautiful wife more than she had ever felt.

"Nothing feels better than you either baby girl," panted Leif, kissing her forehead, delightfully spent.

He cleaned off his soggy cock with a picnic napkin after cleaning Lynne's damp pussy. He pulled her shirt down over her adorable belly button, and gave her his hand to help her get up from being sprawled over the picnic table.

"Now, how about chocolate for dessert, and let's not get started on any naughty fantasies you might have had about chocolate Leif," said Lynne playfully handing him their box of chocolate that they'd made at the chocolate factory.

They each enjoyed a few chocolates, then drove home. Lynne and Leif decided to continue their fun enjoying their private part of the Pacific Ocean they brought a wine bottle, their nickel bag, their box of chocolates, beach blanket, and Leif's acoustic guitar. The lovers drank some wine, smoked some dutchies, nibbled at chocolate, and fucked some more.

Then, Leif brought out his guitar and they sung to one another while Leif strummed. It was melodious to his ears, and Leif confessed that he really wanted to do a duet with Lynne as part of their stage performances. Lynne agreed, and wondered how Matthew would take the news. Leif said he'd talked to Matthew alone after the honeymoon to break the news.

"I don't know, I envision us doing shit like Sonny and Cher. I just feel so free when I sing with you and I don't ever worry. That's how I want to feel always. And I want to produce some things with you. I want us to make love with our talents the way we already make love with our bodies," said Leif.

"Yeah, but let's not use Sonny and Cher as our example. They divorced!" quipped Lynne.

"Well we will be like them and shit and sing cute songs together, and dress alike, but not divorce," quipped Leif.

Lynne punched Leif on the arm playfully. Soon they were wrestling on their beach blanket, and they were at it again.

When they were through, Lynne napped on his shoulder. She awoke at dusk, right before the mosquitoes would come out to play.

"You have a good nap babe?" asked Leif.

Lynne sat up and Leif started picking up the things from their picnic so they could go home.

"Yeah I did. Why didn't you join me?" said Lynne stretching as though she was refreshed.

"Because someone has to watch over the camp. We are out in the open after all," said Leif playfully.

They packed up the picnic basket together and drove towards the beach house.

"I hope this honeymoon is everything you've dreamed of baby. I hope it has fulfilled all of your sexy and romantic fantasies, and given you what you needed so far. To be nurtured, and cared for, and be my little girl, but also to be loved like my grown ass woman, and all of that shit," said Leif.

"This honeymoon is everything that I've dreamed of. Hell Leif, if life with you is one tenth as joyful as what you've shown me over the last few days, I'm going to be a happy woman for the rest of my life," said Lynne.

"You will be darlin'. You will," promised Leif kissing her forehead.

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Leif put the things from their picnic away, and then escorted Lynne into the bedroom. The sun had set and it was time to put her to bed properly.

"It's time for bed. You're already napping," said Leif playfully.