Teaching Lisa

Lisa always wanted to be the best at what she gave herself to. This afternoon she meant to show Angel the practice had worked. She put the fat end of the bat against her swollen lips, eased the wood inside, and let out a long, sweet sigh when the shaft stretched her open. The way her cunt gripped the width made wet, filthy sounds. Angel watched from a chair a few feet away, legs tight together, almost shaking with the thrill of seeing that slick, greedy hole take so much. When her student started sliding the whole length in and out, slow and sure, Angel lost the fight to stay still. She got on her knees between Lisa's thighs, wet her wrist in her own mouth, and fed four fingers inside around the bat. The extra stretch pulled another moan from Lisa; Angel added the thumb, made a fist, and felt the warm sheath close tight around her knuckles. Lisa held herself wide open for both cock and hand, the bat sliding out while Angel's fist sank in, slick and heavy. Angel moved slow, then faster, her own breath ragged with the power of it. Lisa kept moaning, body twitching, close to breaking apart from the pure, liquid pleasure.