"Abby… a Abby… Abbeeee!" he rasped, hands going to her shoulders as his eyes rolled shut. The first appearance of seed was only a bubble. It was followed by a rivulet of foamy white and then came the big surge. A thick streak of jizz leaped into the air and splattered loudly on the bricks of the patio. Perry's face looked torn between absolute pleasure and excruciating pain. Maybe because at the first leap of seed, Abby had become so interested in the way his prick was pumping that she'd stopped working the skin up and down the shaft. She started the rhythmic milking again and another flood of hot curds rolled thickly from the little opening. They dribbled down over her knuckles, down into the curls around Perry's balls until at last the drops splattered down to join the growing puddle between his feet.
"Yuckk," she whispered, seeing the sticky, slimy strings of her date's cum hanging between her fingers. She wiped them against his shirt and shuddered a little, her fascination quickly gone. How did all that snotty-looking stuff make a baby, she wondered. And yet even with the aversion she felt for its consistency, something about its slickness, its aroma, made an unexpected thrill tremble through her.
"I've really got to go, Perry. Goodbye."
"Abby, wait…"
But she left him buttoning up, zipping up and muttering. She padded down the hall barefoot, reminding herself to retrieve her sandals before tomorrow's sun had a chance to get to them. At the turn of the hall she saw her father talking to Jim, the estate's handyman and chauffeur. Something about picking up Vicky. Abby tried to slip by but Carl saw her and smiled, pulling her over.