It was more than three years ago since he had seen Anne, Joss mused as he sat in the train to Rotterdam. Yesterday evening his phone had disturbed him during the first minutes of his sleep. It had been Anne who had invited him to come to her place and have a drink.
When he had asked for the reason for this sudden invite, she had just said something about old times sake and left it at that. So they had made an appointment for the next day and there he was, on his way to see this wonderful lady he had once fucked so intensely.
As the train pulled into the Central Station of Rotterdam his thoughts floated towards his last meeting with Anne. They had had an afternoon and an evening of maddening sex, during which they had done everything imaginable and after which she had simply stated that it had been the last time. He had argued with her for a short time, but as he saw her resolution he had finally nodded and left. He had never tried to contact her since. Thinking of that last time together caused some stirring movements between his legs, but fortunately the train came to a halt and he walked out of the station with a slightly visible bulge in his pants, but not with a full erection. He made the short walk to her apartment in about five minutes and rung the bell.
The door opened immediately, as if she had been standing behind it.
He did not speak, but just looked at her. She stood there and looked at him with a smile on her face.
She stepped back and he went into the house. She had not changed the interior in the last three years, he saw.
He wondered if he should shake her hand or embrace her and decided that a hug would be okay. She kissed him on the cheek.
As they sat on the couch with a cup of coffee, he looked at her. She was still beautiful, with her forty seven years and a svelte body, her incredible chest and her cute behind. Her face was still serene and her bright blue eyes looked at him with a friendly smile.
'You said something about old times.', said Joss and Anne nodded.
'Yes, I came across some photos of you and me and I realised, that I had dumped you rather unceremoniously when I was through with the wonderful, amazing sex we used to have for over a year. Then I decided it would be good to see each other at least one more time.'
'So you thought the sex wonderful and amazing.', Joss said. 'That was my idea as well; that is why I did not understand that you broke off our relationship. Do you know that for two years I have frequently woken up in the middle of the night with the taste of your pussy juices on my tongue? And I have penetrated a large number of love holes comparing them to your fascinatingly tight quim.'
Anne was flattered and said so.
'I am honoured, dear.', she answered. 'But at the time I went off sex completely for a reason that had nothing to do with you at all. It is only since a year that I have started having sex again and only with women for the moment. But to tell you the truth, I don't want to talk about me and you in he past tense; I am more concerned with the future.'
'Well,', Joss responded with a somewhat bitter undertone, 'that won't amount to much if you're into girls now.'
Anne smiled.
'Do you know, that in my most lustful moments I think of your tongue and your cock? I remember how you ate my cunt and fucked it after I had come three or four times. I also remember how you never lost your hardness after depositing your first load in me. I even remember an occasion when I had to suck you to a fourth climax in a row, because you had completely worn out my pussy and I couldn't take your fucking any more. Are you still the same stud I used to know?'
Hearing her talk like that, Joss was now sporting a raging hard-on and his cheeks had become quite red. He breathed deeply and said: 'I am still in fairly good shape, if that's what you mean.'
'No.', said Anne. 'That is not what I mean. What I mean is, can you still lick a girl to heaven, even for an hour if necessary? Can you still fuck for hours at stretch and only come when you want it yourself? Is your penis still so hard that I could ride it while you are standing up? Do you still ejaculate buckets and throw your semen two or three meters ahead?'
Joss grinned. 'Guilty on all accounts.', he said.
'Good', Anne said. 'Because I have told my story to a good friend of mine after we made love for hours and she confessed to me that she was not a complete lesbian, but fancied a man from time to time. But then she stated, that the man in question should be a real stallion, ready and willing to fuck a mare like herself. That is when I mentioned you. Would you be interested to meet a woman of my age, a bit taller than I am, with a full figure, horny as hell in a bi-sexual way and fuck the living daylight out of her in my presence and with my assistance?'
Joss answered simply: 'When?'
Anne replied: 'Now.' Then she went to the phone and dialled a number. She only said : 'Come now.' into the mouthpiece and put it down again. Then she went to the front door and opened it to let a woman in, that answered her description of a minute ago quite accurately. What she had omitted to say was that this tall, curvy redhead was also very beautiful and emanating lust and sex in large quantities.
The woman introduced herself as Liz and sat down next to Joss on the sofa.
'This is the man I told you about.', said Anne. Liz nodded and looked at Joss with curiosity.
'You know, that Anne and I have sex occasionally.', she said.
Joss said he knew.
'And that I have also a strong urge to be fucked by a man. And that I mean really fucked, by a fat pole that comes only after I have reached my orgasm. And also comes in large quantities to fill my body with luscious sperm. You think you can stand up to that challenge?'
