She's fucked

Although Usher had already enjoyed the pleasure of Lisa's virgin cunt, this time was different. Watching the cowgirl writhe beneath him in ecstacy as he relentlessly pounded her was one of his greatest life experiences, and he had had many. He knew he had to make this count. He used every trick he had learned in his many years from his conquests in his youth, to the whores in more recent times, employing every technique he knew to maximise the girl's pleasure. If her response was anything to go by, it was working.

Lisa was tense at first, squirming and spasming involuntarily in reaction to Usher's ministrations but after a time her body relaxed and she felt an overwhelming sense of calm engulf her. It was as if she swam in a sea of pleasure as the older man touched her in entirely new ways, barely conscious of any one, singular sensation but instead floating in an all encompassing bliss. In reality, she was lying on her back, slack-jawed and drooling as the overweight, smelly old man had his way with her. She moaned loudly and animalistically as his cock reamed her recently deflowered cunt, melwing pitifully as he played with her like a toy.

The several orgasms Usher had already enjoyed earlier in the day aided his stamina and he was able to take his time and have fun with his new plaything. He kneaded her breasts, nibbled at her ear lobes and neck, even slid a finger up her ass, holding it there while he continued to rhythmically thrust in and out, feeling his cock move inside her through the thin membrane. Eventually though, he knew he had to seal the deal and complete the next phase of his plan.

Usher slapped Lisa lightly across the cheek, causing her to snap out of her lust fuelled daze enough to open her eyes. Her pert breasts swayed pleasingly to the old man with his every thrust and he kept a firm, solid pace, bottoming out inside her with a firm slap each time. "It's time pet... cum for me." he commanded as he wrapped his hand gently but firmly around Lisa's throat. He squeezed, just a little and her eyes went wide but he quickly soothed her, cooing, "Shhh love, don't be afraid... I won't hurt you. This will feel good, I promise." Lisa didn't look entirely convinced but she did not fight him, instead focusing on fighting for breath as her face started to become noticeably redder.

Lisa could feel her climax approaching rapidly, her body having overcome the initial shock and her mind having broken free from the perpetual euphoria to leave her starkly aware of the situation. The reality that confronted her was that she was being choked and fucked hard by the repulsive, foul smelling gunsmith and she was fucking loving it. As this realisation sunk in, Usher plowing her clenching pussy relentlessly all the while, she felt herself tip over the edge. Her whole body tensed, her back arching as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. She screamed loud enough to raise the dead, cursing, pleading and crying out Usher's name, much to his glee.

Usher chuckled to himself as Lisa came, fucking her hard through the orgasm before burying himself deep inside her and holding himself there, feeling her pulse around his length. Leaning in he tickled her neck once more as he whispered, "Good girl." which sent a shudder through the woman.

He let her come down a little, having released her neck and allowing her to catch her breath, but soon he slid out of her, popping out of her abused hole with a wet slurp. Lisa made a weak sound of protest which he ignored, instead sliding himself down to position his face between her legs. The sight of her slick-wet, sloppy and still convulsing cunt brought him a joy he had never expected to experience again in his winter years, and grinning he leaned in and got back to work. He lapped at her wet folds, tasting the flavour of the woman, fresh from her deepest recesses before encircling her engorged clit with his mouth and beginning to expertly work his tongue over it.

Lisa made a few more half-hearted sounds of protest but quickly fell silent as pleasure took her once more. Soon she was rolling her hips in time with Usher who played her like a delicious harmonica, making her climax several times over his haggard old face. Finally, as she began to beg him to stop he rose, returning to his rightful position, kneeling between her legs and entered her once more, his large phallus sliding deep inside her easily and causing her to mewl in pleasure despite her spent state.

Satisfied with his efforts, Usher's only goal now was his own pleasure. He rutted her hard and fast, savouring what he knew was now his until his thrusts became more staggered and eventually his hairy balls tightened and spewed their thick, viscous load deep into the cowgirl. After a few long moments he slipped out of her, his cock followed by a stream of his seed which seeped slowly from her. He took in the scene for a moment before sliding out of bed and covering Lisa with the blanket. He was confident she was asleep before he had even put his belt on and with a chuckle he headed out to the kitchen to fix himself a drink.