Flash: A Way To Go

by E. Z. Riter

(296 words)

On a beautiful day in early May, 1987, Joe Lamont called his wife from the

office and said he would be home at six o'clock.

Around three, he went to the home of Carol, his thirty-five-year-old mistress.

She was waiting for him. Her face was happy, her smile genuine and loving, her

lush body naked. She rushed into his arms and kissed him hungrily. He caressed

her breasts as she hurriedly undressed him and whispered how much she wanted

him, how much she'd missed the feel of him between her legs, how she loved his

dick inside her.

She fell to her knees and made love to his cock until he grabbed her hair and

pulled her to the bed. She squealed with delight and guided his erection into

her wetness.

"I love you taking me roughly," she murmured happily in his ear as he pinned her

arms over her head. She faux-struggled against him, twisting and turning and

murmuring, "You're raping me so good," as her cunt massaged his cock and her

pubis thrust against him. "Oh, god. You're going to make me cum," she moaned.

Joseph fucked her harder, driving his cock like a madman. He felt her orgasm

began and heard her little laugh. She wasn't playing a game now. She came long

and hard with tremors and spasms and sweating as her pussy throbbed on his cock.

Joseph felt the tightening in his ass and thighs as his cock swelled and

exploded. He felt the tightness in his chest.

"God, I love fucking you," he said as he looked down into her blissful face. "I

love you."

"I love you, too, Joe," she whispered.

He rolled over beside her and expired.

His obituary said he was sixty-three.
E. Z. Riter