Teaching Liz Valery

Liz had only wanted a lesson. Cindy’s fingers worked warm oil into her slit until the lips parted like silk curtains. Then the whole hand slid in. The fist filled her. Fingers curled once, twice, pushing a deep, dull ache that made Liz grunt. She was panting when Cindy pulled free. The bottle of lube clicked open again. Something heavier nudged her entrance, blunt and unyielding. Liz glanced down. Cindy’s arm rose into view holding the tapered end of an aluminum bat, cool metal catching the light. “Relax,” Cindy said, and pushed. The rounded knob slid past the ring of muscle. Liz’s thighs trembled. She could feel every inch of her cunt forced wide, stretching around the bat like wet silk around a steel rod. When the flared head brushed the spongy swell of her G-spot, a hot spark jumped up her spine. Cindy angled it deeper, lifted the handle, and tapped, tapped, tapped. Liz’s whole body seized. She came hard, a raw shout tearing out of her throat, cunt clamping around cold metal while she clawed the sheets and the room disappeared in a flash of white.