Super Saturday Fuck. A Story of Loving, Enjoyable, Sensuous, Lengthy Morning Sex, Accompanied By Several Orgasms. Wow! ~ Angela Goodnight

Today, Saturday 18th April 2015 was probably one of the best ways to start a weekend I could possibly imagine.

Steaming mug of morning teaI awoke first and paid a visit to the bathroom, made some tea and returned to the room, putting Peter’s on his bedside cabinet and sat up cupping mine in my hands. I love holding the whole mug in my palms, especially these lovely pottery mugs we purchased last week in St Tropez. They are so thick the heat within doesn’t burn your hands and they have such a lovely round shape to them which feels so lovely to hold.

Peter still hadn’t woken so I pushed back the sheets, eased his leg out of the way and took Zebedee* into my mouth. It was so small I was able to devour it in its entirety, gripping its very base with my lips and caressing its silky smooth skin with my tongue. I felt such a thrill of possession holding it in this way.

In seconds it began to expand and I needed to release it, inch by inch as his erection developed. A groan of pleasure indicated he had awoken so I released him.

“Tea on your cabinet,” I said, smiling into his enthusiastic eyes.

“Wow, Angie, that’s some alarm call you were giving me,” he said, sitting up in the bed and grasping his own cup in much the same manner I had mine.

He freed one hand from its task and gripped the top front of my left thigh, kneading one of his favourite body parts of mine.

He turned and jumped from the bed for his own visit to the loo which I noticed was long enough to allow him to wash the important bits as I’d done to myself earlier. We always liked to experience clean ‘bits’.

We sat side by side, naked but for the duvet covering us from our thighs downwards, Zebedee had lost his earlier erection and was now in the interesting semi-erect state when he was trying to point vertically, but just failing, his glans swelling appealingly within its baby-soft skin, a tiny gathering at its tip beginning to open as his penis began to grow once more owing to our thighs pressing so warmly against each other. I watched, fascinated, as the crinkly skin slowly withdrew and opened fractionally revealing the darker pinkness within. Millimetre by millimetre I watched as it began to retreat over the growing expansion, stopping when he was fully erect and now pointing towards his own chin. The skin now still encompassed his glans, but was open at the top, revealing the tiny slit of his meatus and about half a circular inch of his intimate flesh.

I finished my tea and could resist the temptation no longer. I shuffled around, kneeled to his right, leaned over and my lips closed over his foreskin, my tongue flicking experimentally over the tiny exposed area of glans, tasting virtually nothing after his ablutions, but I knew in very short measure his wonderful pre-cum would emerge and I could enjoy its almost sweet taste and viscous texture. Like liquid honey.

My lips pushed and I felt the entire envelope of skin move downwards, over his corona to reveal the whole of his glans for the pleasure of my tongue with which I swiftly circled him, also sucking tenderly to try to encourage his nectar to rise, but there was still none in the pipeline, so to speak.

“Oh, Angie, so wonderful,” he whispered and his hands descended upon me. One into my hair and caressing onto my cheek while the other rested warmly on my shoulder and gripped me with affection.

We love sitting naked togetherI released him and looked upwards. His cup was gone so I kneeled back onto my haunches and pulled him downwards. I wasn’t strong enough to move him unaided, but with his help he was soon lying flat on his back with his head on the pillow allowing me to climb onto him, lying with one thigh each side of his right thigh, my breasts against his upper abdomen and my cheek resting against his upper chest as I turned to one side and wriggled my hands around behind him so we were in a cuddle of my making. I squeezed him and caressed his flanks, all the time moving my quim in tiny rhythmic presses against his thigh, stimulating my clitoris. This wasn’t in any determined manner, but simply to absorb the loveliness of his masculine leg against the softest region of my femininity. I so loved him and we fondly rocked ourselves against each other. I could feel Zebedee against my hip and reached back with my right hand to grasp it tightly as I knew he enjoyed. I could never hold it too tight and I began to compress it with oh so tiny squeezes which he told me were the most sensuous form of hand manipulation I could provide.

“I love you,” he whispered and I swear my vagina experienced a couple of contractions simply from hearing the words. I gripped his body and penis even tighter, squeezing his thigh between mine with all the force I could muster.

I know it was a Saturday, but in our retirement we can do this any day. It is so wonderful to be able to spend so much time in our sexual embraces and it often makes me sad to think of all of those forty plus years we were forced to be apart. Now we both wanted to make up for it, to enjoy each other’s pleasure in our bodies and experience as much as possible of the sexual excitement we so regularly shared in our lives today.

These days we don’t quite make love as often as we did when we first found each other, but it is still three or four times per week and sometimes more often. Usually it is on awakening we feel most horny, but also mid afternoons when we know we won’t be disturbed. When we have visitors it drops to once a week and the following week we talk about having missed out on our fun and enjoy catching up to our average. I feel so sorry for George (Peter’s son) and Melanie whose lovemaking, she tells me, is now rarely more than twice or three times per month. They have no idea what they are missing.

Suddenly there was movement and I found myself being rolled onto my back. Peter’s hand found my softness, cupped my vulva and began the slow compresses which I so love. My arousal moved into second gear with his action and I spread my legs, breathed in deeply and relaxed back into the pillow to allow him to take control. I’m afraid this aspect to our lovemaking was becoming a routine, but, my God, what a delightful routine.

I was waiting now for what I knew would come next. He continued the compresses, but one finger was also sensing my moistness and moving back and forth within my lower valley, crossing and re-crossing the entrance to my vagina, testing my readiness and giving me the most lovely thrills, but that was not what I was craving.

I sensed his hand relaxing. His index finger and thumb came to the top of my vulva and I felt them close upon my clitoris within its protective hood. Oh, boy, I could feel my face flushing, my nipples hardening, my stomach and breasts heating as he held my tiny nub between them, working it back and forth as if massaging a miniature penis. So delightful, so exciting.

My breathing increased in tempo and I could not help my tiny high-pitched whimpers of pleasure which Peter calls my ‘girly-speak’. Keeping me within my prepuce he didn’t need to worry about lubrication. My hood would look after it because I knew my whole vulva was wet from his compresses. Those amazing fingers were moving back and forth, gripping a part of me which was no larger than a pencil rubber, working it between them. God I knew I was on the way. I could feel the tension building within me, my larger clitoris was reacting to the intensive rubbing of its glans, forcing heat and pressure and sexual sensations to move from its tip, deeper and deeper into me until it seemed to reach my vagina and Peter’s objective was achieved.

I clenched my legs to stop them kicking out as my orgasm took over my whole body, pulsing, contracting, vagina opening, clamping on nothing, anus constricting, muscles around both pulling and pushing, thighs tingling, the deepest recesses of my vagina reacting in sympathy to the rest. Wow oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow!

He lifted my left leg and pulled himself against me so his own left leg found its way under mine and over my right leg. Oh, yes, this is one of our favourite positions, but I could do nothing to help, I was still in the tail-end throws of my climax, but I felt him shuffle up so his penis was close to my entrance, he manually helped it to the gateway and pushed, providing me with the never to be forgotten experience of penetration. It instantly fired off another orgasm within me and I cried out in my joy as his hand grasped the nearest breast, squeezing it hard, causing me to utter still more sounds of pleasure.

What is so wonderful about being beautifully attuned to each other is you know exactly how hard to press or grip or push or shove or grasp. It was what made our lovemaking the undeniably extreme pleasure we so loved.

Now he was within me, my orgasm eventually faded and I sensed the gorgeous filling and occupying excitement of which I could never tire.

He was hardly moving, simply an extremely gentle pushing and relaxing, causing his erection to move perhaps no more than an inch back and forth within me. I knew what would happen next. I so loved knowing him so well and helping him to enjoy me in the way my body had been enjoying his clitoral play. This was going to be a long, long relaxing screw. He was in no hurry and neither was I. Those tender tiny motions within me were absolutely delightful, keeping me aroused, but neither moving me towards or away from future climaxes, only holding my heat and desire at a steady level.

Normally I must have motion to maintain my arousal, but Peter had found this particular technique which allowed him to absorb pleasure from possessing me without having to progress too quickly towards his own orgasm.

Our Saturday morning was gradually slipping away into the most endearing bliss, but neither of us had anything to do which could even remotely infringe upon the beauty of what we were now undertaking.

It was eight forty-five when he went to the loo and the clock now said eleven. Okay, some of the time was simply our lying together with me on top and drinking our tea, but our actual copulation must have now been more than ninety minutes and he hadn’t stopped those tiny motions even for a second. I loved it and although my arousal had actually gone slightly off the boil I knew this was for him. Yes for both of us, but mostly for him. I loved his penis inside me, but the stimulation had almost died and although it still filled me and was gripped by me, the sensation of being penetrated had faded. I’m not complaining – not even in the slightest – only explaining what is going on in my mind and my body during these extremely long periods of being part of each other.

Suddenly it changed. His erection withdrew slightly further than normal and thrust inwards deeper than before. The movements were getting longer and this could only mean he wanted to move it on. The less shallow strokes were replaced by more determined thrusts and the speed had increased from one every two seconds as it had been for the last hour to once every second. I could feel his glans moving the length of my interior, the sexual tingling within my vagina was growing once again, my clitoris was needing touching and, almost as I had the thought, I felt his hand leave my breast and find its way between his pubic mound and mine, pushing softly down onto my clit and allowing his thrusts to make his fingers stimulate Williamina, his name for my clitoris, anew.

Time seemed to have started again. There was the sadness we were now on the way to completion and the joy we were now on the way to completion. Sexual intercourse is always a combination of sadness and joy. The joy of wanting, desiring, rising sexual tensions accompanied by the sadness that when it is ended the thrills will be no more … until the next time, of course.

He moved no faster, but now gave his own boy-whimpers as the pleasure my vagina was providing eased him relentlessly towards his relief. So lovely. I knew he was getting close, but I was still some way off so I slid my hand in-between us, placed it on top of his and began vigorous side to side masturbation of my clit.

The thrusts continued, together my masturbation continued, harder and harder in a race to arrive simultaneously, but we failed. Damn it all, I came first. Another gorgeous climax, but fractionally before his. I cried out in my release. He cried out he loved me more than anything in the world, continued his action for another minute before making another guttural cry which heralded the amazing ejaculation of his love into my body. So long he pulsed, so excitedly I sensed his contractions and my vagina seemed to gain in warmth from the event. Whether this was the pooling of his semen within me or the friction of the final strokes I don’t suppose I’ll ever know, but it was the epitome of joy for both of us.

We lay in our completed embrace for another twenty minutes or so while he tried to force more semen into me by creating more deliberate contractions. Sometimes this even set me off on a new orgasm, but not quite this time although I did get a couple of involuntary mini-squeezes and those would suffice.

We talked and whispered our love to each for another ten minutes or more after Zebedee relinquished his warm moist cave, before finally rolling apart and holding hands as we stared at the ceiling.

Such love, such joy, can anyone have had such a wonderful Saturday morning as we had on the 18th April 2015?

Zebedee from the Magic Roundabout. My name for Peter's penis because of how it sprung up when he was a teenager!Angela Goodnight – fully sated, deliriously happy and totally in love. 20th April 2015.

* Zebedee is a springy toy featured in a sixties’ children’s programme called The Magic Roundabout. I called his penis Zebedee because of how it sprang to attention during our Weekend of Love.

2 thoughts on “Super Saturday Fuck. A Story of Loving, Enjoyable, Sensuous, Lengthy Morning Sex, Accompanied By Several Orgasms. Wow! ~ Angela Goodnight

  1. Amir Patel

    I so much enjoy your hot story. I wish I understand English more I can apreciate what you write, some word is not clear for me

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