Sticky Red and White

Though at that point it shouldn't have been at the top
of his thinking list, He was surprised all the same by
the amount and velocity that projected from his shaking
body, Saving the best till last he thought as his mind
switched off.


The woman on top wasn't concerned, She had felt every
pulsing projectile enter her body.

It  amazed her that they always seemed to save the best
till last.

Hopefully he would live on within her.

Climaxing she did at the very thought of it, As she rode
his tied up lifeless form one last time.

He still oozed out
A slow steady flow, As she climbed off.

More from the sticky red blade sticking out of his chest.
Than the end of his sticky white cock..

Her mother had told her how she was conceived..

It seemed only logical that she should try for good stock
too.

For she was high society, Intelligent and beautiful.

If he could be a gent; That pig of a father she never knew,
Then she could be a lady.

Smiling at the thought as she climbed back into her waiting
carriage.
Feeling the life giving substance between her legs..

"Drive on, Home please" As she tapped the roof

"Yes Miss Doyle" The driver said

As the carriage made it's way home...



**From the Lisa Doyle Stories**