Stroke of Luck

"How's this for encouragement?" She asked with exaggeratedly-pouty lips. Adam felt his cock jump in his lap, spilling a drip of precum. Karen cooed in response, again taking hold of his shaft, stroking with a newfound fervor, eliciting more precum to spill. With her other hand, she traced her thumb around the cockhead, coating it in precum, before taking hold of the top of his cock and beginning to rub at his frenulum with her lubed-up thumb.

Karen had learned from years of marriage that this was one of the most sensitive parts of the penis, and she watched in satisfied validation as Adam groaned again, throwing back his head as her two hands worked in tandem to bring him to the brink.

Barely able to keep his eyes open, Adam watched the older woman's breasts bounce, jiggling with every stroke. In front of her breasts, she massaged his cock with her satin panties, bringing him closer and closer, until he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Mrs. Fuller, I-I'm—"

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna cum!"

Still massaging his frenulum, Karen slipped the panties up his shaft, wrapping them around his throbbing cockhead. With a stifled moan, Adam bucked his hips, feeling his balls churn as he began to cum.

With one hand still wrapped around his shaft, Karen could feel it pulsate as he came. She watched load after load empty into her panties, as he spilled mess after mess of his hot cum into her expensive panties. With one final thrust, an errant shot made it past the panties, splattering across the woman, striping from her cheek, down her chin, to her soft, plush bosom. Adam's head flopped back in exhaustion after one of the strongest orgasms of his young life.

"Now," Karen broke the silence. "Let's hope that's the end of those urges." Her words were for the young man before her, and also for herself. But as she removed the cum-soaked panties, the young man's impressive cock weakly throbbing beneath, she knew those urges were far from gone.