Anniversary Celebration – Our Gift To You ~ Angela Goodnight & Peter Stone

Unbelievable. It is a year since we started this site for our stories and we’d like to give all of our loyal readers a FREE gift to show our appreciation. More on that later.

Our First Anniversary

Over the year we have published 174 stories. Some are extracts from our books but the vast majority have been newly written. That is an average of 3.3 stories per week.

You have read 81,035 stories during that time which is an average of 221 per day.

Angela and I found each other in 2010 after losing touch in 1964 and being kept apart by her parents.

Rediscovering Angie was the most wonderful surprise. Discovering she still loved me after all of that time was an amazing delight. Without doubt we were both overwhelmed by the experience and it has so changed our lives for the better.

When we met each other that day in October 2010 I was 62 and Angie was 60. We were old and cried with each other for all the lost years. I was also a rather unfit, overweight, unhealthy individual who had had a stroke and a minor heart attack, yet we entered a honeymoon period of a couple of months when we two pensioners made love almost every day. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We were like rabbits!

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The Sheer Joy Of Trying New Sexual Positions For The First Time. Last Supper ~ Angela Goodnight

[This story follows on directly from our simultaneous orgasm stories. Both of us wrote our own versions – Angie on simultaneous orgasmsPeter on simultaneous orgasms. They are all part of a sequence dealing with our teenage weekend of lust, love and sexual exploration. Each story stands on its own, but reading them in order will help you understand us. To get the best out of this sequence you should really start with the loss of my virginity in this story, but it is completely up to you.

[A few weeks before the start of this story we’d lost our virginities. Peter lasted just five seconds and because he’d only brought one condom we ended up in a blazing row which almost broke us up. At last an opportunity had arisen to put things right. With the help of my best friend, Pat, I had managed to deceive my parents into thinking she and I were spending a weekend at her sister’s in Bournemouth, but in fact Peter’s parents had gone to a wedding and we were going to get a whole weekend together in his house.

[This story begins in Peter’s home. It is October 1964, Saturday evening following two afternoon lovemaking sessions. One of those was our first ever simultaneous orgasms and it was followed very quickly by a frenetic fuck during which Peter struggled to reach climax. We had spent so long lovemaking that we were now going ot have to have a very late meal.

[So, we have descended to the kitchen and I am beginning to prepare our last supper of the weekend. This was to be our last night in a bed and we were full of anguish over what to do once the weekend was finished. Making love in a real bed, undisturbed, totally relaxed, was a dream for both of us. How would we ever reproduce it?]

I busied myself in the kitchen putting the oven on to get up to temperature for the potatoes.

“I should have put these on an hour ago, because they’ll take about 90 minutes. Should have got you to hold off your climax for ten minutes while I nipped downstairs!”

He laughed, “No problem, Ang, we’ve got all evening.”

He went through to the lounge and I began mixing the prawns with the mayonnaise in a mixing bowl. I also put the can of rice pudding and the chocolate bar and Smarties on the counter ready for the sweet I had invented. Should work, I thought.

After a minute he returned and I told him, “Can’t do anymore until the spuds are ready and I’ve got some rice pudding to follow,” I said.

“Sounds lovely. Coming through?”

I nodded and followed him back to the settee where we were about to sit down when the telephone rang.

Oh no, oh no. I held my breath, dreading hearing my father’s voice or Pat in a panic.

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Simultaneous Orgasms From The Girl’s Perspective. Stunning Lovemaking! ~ Angela Goodnight

[This story follows on directly from the fellatio and snowball story and is part of a sequence dealing with our teenage weekend of lust, love and sexual exploration. Each story stands on its own, but reading them in order will help you understand us. To get the best out of this sequence you should really start with the loss of my virginity in this story, but it is completely up to you.

[A few weeks before the start of this story we’d lost our virginities. Peter lasted just five seconds and because he’d only brought one condom we ended up in a blazing row which almost broke us up. At last an opportunity had arisen to put things right. With the help of my best friend, I had managed to deceive my parents into thinking she and I were spending a weekend at her sister’s in Bournemouth, but in fact Peter’s parents had gone to a wedding and we were going to get a whole weekend together in his house.

[This story begins in Peter’s home. It is October 1964, Saturday afternoon following my giving him fellatio and a snowball! We’d been having the most wonderful time with lovemaking twice on Friday night and once plus the fellatio today. We were wondering what to do that afternoon when the chance of a ‘quickie’ materialised and both of us decided that nothing could be nicer. A couple of paragraphs have been taken from the end of the previous story to set the scene.]

We enjoyed our tea and loved the Danishes. After washing up we stood in the kitchen not sure what was next on the agenda.

“TV or radio,” he asked, paused and continued, “or a quickie upstairs?”

Coo. So soon after his orgasm, “No contest, if you’re up for it?” I replied, saw him smile and led him up the stairs by the hand.

My body and genitals still felt aroused meaning I had retained the hollow longing for him between my legs. A nice, gentle lovemaking would be just perfect.

In the bedroom I took off my skirt and top and jumped into bed. He quickly stripped and joined me and we lay on our sides just nibbling each other’s lips.

I felt his left hand go down to my knee and squeeze it then it came up my thigh to the top of the over-knee sock and he slid his hand inside, which was ‘wow’ for me and, amazingly I felt it in my breasts, both nipples jumping to attention. I didn’t understand why my body had these strange lines of communication. Why should a hand in a stocking set my breasts off? Then I thought, who cares, Angie, just enjoy it.

“Ooh, nice,” I said and licked his lips between gentle kisses.

Angela Goodnight's over knee socks - so sexy.He uncovered me, kneeled beside me and I could see he was not looking at my sex, but at where the socks joined my thighs. There must be something about them that really, really turned him on.

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Giving Fellatio – Heaven For Him. Presenting A Snowball & Receiving A Proposal Of Marriage ~ Angela Goodnight

[This story follows on directly from my multi-orgasmic Saturday morning and is part of a sequence dealing with our teenage weekend of lust, love and sexual exploration. Each story stands on its own, but reading them in order will help you understand us. To get the best out of this sequence you should really start with the loss of my virginity in this story, but it is completely up to you.

[A few weeks before the start of this story we’d lost our virginities. Peter lasted just five seconds and because he’d only brought one condom we ended up in a blazing row which almost broke us up. At last an opportunity had arisen to put things right. With the help of my best friend, I had managed to deceive my parents into thinking she and I were spending a weekend at her sister’s in Bournemouth, but in fact Peter’s parents had gone to a wedding and we were going to get a whole weekend together in his house.

[This story begins in Peter’s home. It is October 1964, Saturday, almost midday. We’ve had the most wonderful multi-orgasmic sex and now need to buy some food. My surprise for him, arriving for the whole weekend, meant that we couldn’t allow ourselves to be seen in Gurney, but also were eating food his parents would notice was missing on their return. We also needed food for lunch today and this evening. We decided to head across the fields to the nearby village of Braggenhurst where there was a small Co Op supermarket. We’d have to take great care to ensure that we were not seen by anyone who might speak to his or my parents.]

We left the house and Peter locked the back door. The weather was dry, with hardly any wind, but on the cool side at around 50o.

The garden was well tended and neatly kept with a selection of shrubs and small trees. I thought it would look lovely in the spring. It was very long by the standards of the average property, around seventy yards. About a third of the way down there was a pond on the left which Peter explained had been hastily put in by a gardening company as his father kept Koi carp.

“What’s a Koi?” I asked.

“Come and see.”

Peter led me slowly towards the pond, making a whisper signal to avoid sound and we walked around to the right so no shadows would be cast on the surface. I felt the strength of his arm circle me and we stood still, silent and watched.

“Keep still,” he whispered, gripping my waist with his hand.

We stood silently and motionless for around a minute when I saw a fish come out from under some lilies.

George Stone's koi carp

The Koi was about ten inches long, the shape of a goldfish, but its colours were spectacular. A bright orange flash over its front left quarter, with pure white over much of the remainder apart from some more orange towards the tail.

“Wow, it’s beautiful,” I said and he squeezed me tighter.

Then a second Koi, slightly smaller, but pure metallic gold, slid out of the plants.

“Oh, my gosh. Isn’t that lovely?”

“Yes, that’s one of my dad’s favourites.”

“How many are there?”

“Only about seven or eight, but he’s planning more space in a bigger pond closer to the house for more fish next year. This one is only a temporary home.”

We watched the fish for a few minutes and saw four of them including a pure white fish. They were far more graceful than the blockier goldfish which are normally kept.

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Multi-Orgasmic Saturday Morning Sex. The Best Lovemaking We’d Ever Had. Ever Watched Your Lover Pee? ~ Angela Goodnight

[This story follows on directly from my surprise orgasm in the shower and is part of a sequence dealing with our teenage weekend of lust, love and sexual exploration. Each story stands on its own, but reading them in order will help you understand us. To get the best out of this sequence you should really start with the loss of my virginity in this story, but it is completely up to you.

[A few weeks before the start of this story we’d lost our virginities. Peter lasted just five seconds and because he’d only brought one condom we ended up in a blazing row which almost broke us up. At last an opportunity had arisen to put things right. With the help of my best friend, I had managed to deceive my parents into thinking she and I were spending a weekend at her sister’s in Bournemouth, but in fact Peter’s parents had gone to a wedding and we were going to get a whole weekend together in his house.

[This story begins in Peter’s home. It is October 1964, Saturday morning. We’ve been showering together during which I discovered I could orgasm from the shower jet – a huge and very pleasing surprise. I’ve just walked naked into his room with him not far behind. Apart from my shower orgasm we haven’t made love today, but did twice the previous evening. It was all so amazingly exciting and adventurous for both of us, learning so much about the opposite sex. I’ll remember this weekend as long as I live.]
Angela Goodnight wearing Peter Stone's t-shirt

I was wondering what to wear then saw his Spurs T-shirt and pulled it over my head. A perfect mini-dress, well for private anyway.

He came in and I posed for him. He looked pleased.

“I’ll never wash that again,” he said.

I smelled under the armpit and said, “Don’t think you ever have!” then continued, “Hurry up. Food.”

We laughed.

He grabbed a pair of his old school running shorts which were loose fit with a built in under-brief. They were a bright magenta colour and I whistled, “Woah. Sexy!”

We both laughed again, he pulled on another T-shirt and we set off downstairs to the kitchen.

Peter switched on the radio and the Rolling Stones’ Little Red Rooster filled the kitchen with sound.

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My First Time Sleeping With A Man. Our Illicit Weekend Of Love, Sex, Orgasms And Exhaustion ~ Angela Goodnight

[This story follows on directly from this scene-setting story and is part of a sequence dealing with our teenage weekend of lust, love and sexual exploration. Each story stands on its own, but reading them in order will help you understand us. To get the best out of this sequence you should really start with the loss of my virginity in this story, but it is completely up to you.

[A few weeks before the start of this story we’d lost our virginities. Peter lasted just five seconds and because he’d only brought one condom we ended up in a blazing row which almost broke us up. At last an opportunity had arisen to put things right. With the help of my best friend, I had managed to deceive my parents into thinking she and I were spending a weekend at her sister’s in Bournemouth, but in fact Peter’s parents had gone to a wedding and we were going to get a whole weekend together in his house.

[This story begins in Peter’s home. I’ve just cooked us a meal, we’ve washed up and are now in his lounge. The last few paragraphs of the previous story are repeated here. Can I cure his premature ejaculation?]

The Beatles began to play.

Peter then bent down to the fire and lit it. He had made it up ready and within a few minutes there was a roaring fire radiating into the room. He walked around the coffee table and sat next to me. He took my hand, but it wasn’t long before he transferred his attentions to my legs. I loved his touch. It was almost electric and I felt the blood rushing into my vulva. It was instantaneous.

I had to put my plan into place. I’d worked out if I took control of our first sex tonight then I could maybe figure out how to stop him coming too quickly on a later second session.

However, I also knew he must feel somewhat ashamed for what happened the previous time and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings. I needed him to trust in me.

It would require every emotional and loving skill I possessed to bring it all to fruition.

“You are so beautiful, Ang.”

Oh, God, I thought, when he says things like that it makes it all the more difficult. I smiled and then looked away at the fire. I had to bite the bullet and broach the subject, “Can I say something about making love?”

“Yes, what’s on your mind?”

“We don’t want the same thing to happen this time, Peter. Will you trust me to take the lead?”

“Yes, of course, anything.”

He seemed to know he needed my help. Maybe this would be okay after all if he was willing to let me control it.

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Planning A Weekend Of Teenage Sexual Adventure, Contriving The Surprise. Our Illicit Weekend Begins ~ Angela Goodnight

[This is one of a sequence of stories and continues directly after Mutual Teenage Masturbation In The Beach Shelter. The Blissful Surprise Of My First Orgasm. Stern Words At Home which, although not essential, I recommend reading first. In fact you really ought to start with the loss of my virginity in this story, but it is completely up to you. They all stand on their own. They’re just better as a sequence.

[As teenagers when winter approaches, the opportunities to make love are few and far between. We’d lost our virginities in the most unsatisfactory manner, then had a huge row, broke up and took some time to get back together, mainly because of my obstinacy and temper. Now it was October and the Indian summer had well and truly vanished. Peter had told me that his parents were going away for the weekend to a wedding and there was a chance for us to make use of his home and, even more important, his bedroom. Somehow I needed to plan for this to be more than just a few sexual visits and I’d set my sights upon a whole illicit weekend. But how to achieve that?

[This story begins in the school playground of Gurney High School in 1964. I sought a huge favour from my best friend.]

At school on Monday, I made a point of getting my best friend, Pat, alone at break time in the biology laboratory foyer.

“What’s up, Angie?” Pat asked.

“What I was wondering was if I could get a special, special, special, special once in a lifetime favour from you?”

Both of us giggled at the question and Pat said, “Sounds as if I could get in big trouble.”

“Well, not really,” I said with some hesitation, “but I could if you said you could help and then it went wrong.”

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