With Joanne It Was Very Different

With Joanne it was very different.

It was like she was always planning ahead and her chitchat was never ending during our day time love-ins.. Night was fine because for once she would actually rest her mind to the rhythm of our fuck and so if I ever felt any frustration about her lacking concentration when we did things in the afternoon I knew she would give me her all in bed.

I had managed to get down to her place in Cornwall for the occasional weekend, my home and work being in the north.

We'd met on internet dating and now having been meeting her several times I always looked forward with great zest to our meetings, when she would spoil me to death with her recipes, 'all to strengthen the course of love' she said and I soon realised what she really meant by that.

She was a woman of high passion and liked to extend her need for me in the most delightful ways.

But as said, Jo was different to any other in as much as that when we were having our afternoon fun after a wonderful dinner, she was quite content to jabber on as she did wonderful things to me. You see with Jo it was like she was having her spoils like she was having dinner, chatting on about what she planned to do in the garden and how she wanted to redecorate the lounge or something.

But it is odd how one gets use to it, I mean the way Jo devotionally tends to my sexual needs during those times - it has created a certain need in me that has been different than with anyone else, it is just so good to feel her spoiling me in the way she enjoys like yesterday when taking a breath from a very deep and intense oral episode - she paused for a while, her eyes looking up as her head, resting on my lap, turned away from the job in hand for a moment - and she talked about how her famous Blue Moon rose was in full bloom.

Certainly I was in full bloom as she gently massaged me and sucked me in between chatting, licking me like a lollypop, running her tongue along the full length of my ample erection and squeezing my balls so wonderfully as she got to saying what she should do about the weeds in the lawn, like should she patiently hand pick them out or use a weed poison.

I just sort of quietly responded with an ambiguous nod taking in the feel of her fingers tips teasing the cock off of me, delightfully she sucked and licked my very grateful primed cock like she was sucking and licking ice cream, rolling her tongue around the head and sipping the p-hole in a really lavish way like it was the fuel for her chatter.

And she was doing it so naturally, like she was eating her dinner, and that too when earlier she really got my cock vibes aroused as she sucked a chicken bone in the most suggestive way, showing me just what she had in mind for me later.

She'd often got me to such a pitch that I could have fucked her a dozen times over, but she insisted she was a night person but of course would do the honours for me which undoubtedly she enjoyed to the hilt, she took it deep throat twisting her mouth and her hand grip around the girth and giving me the most divine massage as she sucked and balled me firm and complete.

She was always complimenting me too, especially when her fingers started to explore with my legs apart and stretched out on the sofa. She'd kneel and sometimes sit on a cushion on the carpet beside me and I anticipated another afternoon of sheer bliss...

"You always look so cool and wonderful Pete" she said after we'd shared a long, growing intensely satisfying French kiss. Her fingers touching me over my brush jeans.

That first touch divine as she whispered what she wanted to do. Then as she talked about her pal having just gone through the ordeal of a divorce, like the one she had just a year before. She undid my zip and helped me roll down my jeans over my knees. She complimented me on my blue and red wasted boxer shorts, telling me that I'd got the message at last because she always grumbled when I wore y-fronts or tight briefs, insisting that it was definitely no good for the tackle and as a medic I took her word for it, and anyway I did not in any way want to displease this wonderful example of womanhood who, even though she was ten years older than I , had the figure and beauty of a twenty year old in full bloom and boobs to match.

She fucked like an angel and after an afternoon of sheer erotic pampering I was well ready for her warmth after she'd let me have my turn with the oral pleasuring, sat on my face so I could properly enjoy her to the extent that she could hold on no longer and we shared that first night fuck, her on top and very agile as she took her fill of my heavy throbbing cock deep inside and it was wonderful to see her expression and hear her response as she reached a deep orgasm . And then an hour or so later a repeat but this time with me behind her, loving to fuck her doggy fashion and feel the warmth of her deep fuck thrill me.

Shed just introduced me to the art of the anal fuck too which was a dream, she told me she had come to enjoy that so much, it was like going to the supermarket and getting a 'bog-off" and when I queried what she meant she said two for the price of one. That was her humour coming out and even when we enjoyed our afternoon session it was still there, which made it all the more special, especially when in between sucking me she whispered all those very naughty one liners.

She started talking about her friend Jan again as her fingers worked around my cock and balls, she asking me to part a little more so that she could delve deeper between, that was nice and just listening to her and feeling her exploring me I closed my eyes, rested my head back on the arm of the settee and enjoyed.

In a little while she placed a cushion beneath my hind, she said it created a wonderful perked up expression of my manhood which needed to be spoiled in the most expressive way, it felt so good as those beautiful lips brushed enticingly along the length of my ardent cock and although it seemed shocking at first, I found myself gladly obeying her request to twist over on my side as her keen fingers started to explore me between, giving me loving but firm slaps across my cheeks, stretching them apart until I felt her fingers running up the line from my balls and rimming my all.

I had a feeling that eventually this would lead to many more wonderful things to share with Jo and I was all for that. I had heard about strap one's and how a woman could give joy to a guy in other ways.

Jo was that type of woman, loved to explore and enjoy. I so looked forward to our meetings. If I was her so called toy-boy then so be it. I could go for that no messing. In fact there was something about being ordered to do things by a woman, especially a woman like Jo.

Rubbing her fingers up underneath my full stiffness she said it was beautiful, she told me I was a dream come true, especially after her 'dickhead' of an ex husband had done the dirty on her and cheated several times, saying she could smell another woman on him.

She squeezed me there, her fingers quivering around the tip, telling me how lovely it is and how she loved to see it jerk as she teased it with her small finger, how she loved the scent of me, that she preferred a man with a foreskin any time because it was like undoing a parcel to see what was tucked so beautifully and attractive inside, just asking for appreciation and she was the one to appreciate, teasing and teasing it around and around and then taking it into her mouth, gentle sucking at first, telling me she loved to taste it, and then a lot more sucking.

I said I could not hold on for much longer and she responded how I knew she would.

"Time for the ring!" she whispered and went to her drawer and returning with a little box with a variety of sexual accessories inside like various sexy rubber rings which fitted over the girth of a penis to prevent early ejaculation, so that she could enjoy me for as long as she liked before releasing my deliverance I a way to gratify her mood, sometimes wanking me until I spurted between her breasts or sometimes her nipples and, occasionally the thrill of thrills, watching her take it all in her mouth and swallow to the extent like she was taking all I could deliver and sucking me dry in the process. That is how it often was and it was a beautiful thing, and later in bed I would want to do the same and it was all so very much part of us, to share even our body love fluids in such a vibrant way.

She loved to try a different flavour each time we met. Meaning rolling a flavoured condom over my cock and really going to it. Her preference was strawberry but she still, at the end of the day, wanted to savour the taste and nectar or quality cock she said. But it made for a change and gave me the most voluptuous experience.

When after the weekend, driving back home and after our glorious weekend, I could still feel her fuck throbbing in my groin and taste her so wonderfully warm and gorgeous wet hot pussy complimented in that parting deep kiss, sharing the taste of each other.

Next -- Jo shares me with her friend which begins with her friend phoning her as she enjoys me in the lounge and, just like her, continues to spoil me as she speaks to her friend. Hearing the sounds of sheer joy from me, she soon catches on and wants some of the action, but will Jo agree to this and by the same token, would I?

Watch this space.