Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane

Miss Spencer Loves Her Candy Cane

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters associated with the game “Rumble Roses”. This is basically a vehicle for lesbian sex between my two favourite characters (and a few others). Please enjoy it on that level and nothing more.
The sex is graphic, but I need plot and character development in my stories, so just beware. Also, I can spell, unlike many smut/Hentai authors out there. If you notice any typos, please tell me. Then prevent me from committing seppuku in the corner…

Chapter 2

Candy Cane winced as she felt the hot water beat down on her body. Painful bruises and welt marred her white skin. She flinched as she touched her side near her ribs.
“Owwwww! Dammit teach!" she groused to herself. "Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to hit girls?!”
Her injured pride hurt nearly as bad as her bruises. Where the hell had that come from? Miss Spencer was such a priss and she had totally kicked Candy’s ass! Everyone at school was afraid of Candy. She had beaten the shit out of more girls than she could count and Miss Spencer had handed Candy’s ass to her. Something was definitely not right here.
Her cheeks burned as she thought of being stripped naked in that match. The whole roaring, jeering crowd had seen her tits and probably her pussy, too.
It made no sense! Candy had fought Aisha in the first round and forced a draw! Aisha was a contender for the Rumble Rose crown. Miss Spencer was a nobody and yet she had completely dominated Candy.
She scowled as she tried to assimilate what had happened and where she had gone wrong. If she was to take the crown she had to accept the fact that she might face Miss Spencer again in the next round, assuming that her teacher made it that far.
“Yeah… fat chance of her not making it. She aced Reiko Hinomoto in the first round and just whupped my ass. I’m gonna have to get dirty, real dirty.”
It occurred to her that she had no idea how to get dirtier than a mud match, but semantics aside, she’d have to pull out every cheat in her arsenal to win. The orphanage deserved it, right?
It was the only place that had ever been a home to her. True, she stayed at St. Marguerite’s, but it wasn’t the same. This was a school and neither her fellow students nor the nuns were family to her. The only person who remotely reminded her of what a family member must be like was Miss Spencer, and that was hardly appealing.
The orphanage… yeah, her life there had been tough, but at least they’d cared about her. The little red-headed girl who was always so much trouble; always fighting, always breaking things or running away, hoping to be caught and then lectured so she could feel that someone cared.
Her upbringing was hard, but in a sense, it was secure and kinda happy. She felt warm and comforted when she thought about those days… the harried workers putting her to bed at night, begging with her to not try to get outside… the way the cook would always try to feed the scrawny orphan a little more than was technically allowed… the grey asphalt playground, with its wilted grass and thin, anemic trees…
How could it be closing? What kind of bastard would close down an orphanage?
She had to win. Her hard work, suffering and sacrifice meant nothing if she didn’t save that orphanage. She would not fail!
She yelped in discomfort as she bent over to wash her legs, a flash of pain in her side. She gritted her teeth and held her breath as she washed the mud off of her legs and feet. Standing up felt a lot better than it should have. She heaved a deep sigh, just letting the water pound down on her.
The dingy hotel room she had rented while she stayed here was gross and creepy, but then again, so were most of the clubs she and the Killer Bambies played at. The guy at the front desk had kinda leered at her as he handed over the keys to her room.
The ratty little motel was only a few blocks away from the arena where the Rumble Rose tournament was being held, making it convenient, but that was all it had to recommend itself. The mud matches had been taking place on a beach about an hour outside of the city center by bullet train. She had another one scheduled with Dixie Clemets tomorrow. Problem was that Dixie was widely considered to be the number one contender for the crown. She was a total ass-kicker- strong, agile and skilled. Candy would really have to pull out all the stops is she was gonna win tomorrow.
“Worry about tomorrow tomorrow…” she told herself. There was no point in stressing right now, while she was so fuzzy-headed and unfocused.
She fumed as she remembered Miss Spencer dropping her on her shoulders and head. If it hadn’t been for the mud, she might still be unconscious. Her neck and shoulders ached dreadfully and she let the hot water pour over them for several minutes, trying to relax the agonized muscles.
Her thoughts also strayed to the feeling of Miss Spencer’s body pressed to hers, the softness and warmth of her skin. She sighed as she relived the feeling of her teacher’s nipples pressed to hers, sliding back and forth because of the mud, causing them both to shudder in secret, unadmitted delight…
She felt herself splayed in the mud, naked, having just lost the match. But rather than the shame of defeat, she remembered only the sensation of the warm, soft woman lying on top of her, almost like a shield from the evil world around her. Breast to breast, stomach to stomach, pussy to pussy, their eyes locked together in a deep timelessness…
What did you sense in me, teach? What did you see when you looked in there? Am I really worth all this trouble for you? Is that why I feel so warm?
She found that she was trembling, in spite of the hot water. More than that, she had begun caressing herself. One of her hands was gently stroking her breast while the other hand pressed three fingers along her slit and was rippling them against the moist folds.
She gasped and stopped, stunned by the realization that she was masturbating while thinking of her teacher.
“Well, so what? Everyone knows she’s hot, right? You’ve thought of her that way recently, haven’t you? She’s got a better bod than any student at school, so why not? It’s only fantasizing, after all...”
She could always be pissed off at Miss Spencer tomorrow. Tonight she was gonna get off to the thought of her.
“This is so weird and wrong…” she thought, smirking. “Thinkin’ about makin’ it with Miss Spencer. But I’ll bet every girl does it. Teach is totally hot. Tits like there’s no tomorrow, skin as soft and smooth as a baby’s ass, great face…”
Her fingers brushed over her nipples as she imagined her teacher naked, her body beckoning to be touched, fondled and played with. She felt her pussy getting slick as she pressed her fingers against her netherlips and clit, working herself into a wet heat.
“Imagine how good she’d feel, how great she’d taste…your finger squeezed by her tight little pussy, your tongue swirling around the nipples on those huge tits… your tongue tangling with hers as she presses her body against yours…
She allowed a finger to glide inside her pussy, crooking it up and sliding it along the wall, causing her knees to almost buckle from the pleasure. She licked her lips as she tweaked her nipple with her fingertips. Jesus, this felt so fucking good!
Oh! Her skin is so warm! Her pussy is so wet! She tastes so sweet! My tongue is inside her, exploring her. I’ve got her pinned up against the chalkboard of the classroom and I’m kneeling between her legs, sucking on her clit! She trembling and grasping the back of my head, pushing my face further in…
Another finger joined the first one in Candy’s pussy, wriggling and plunging as she finger-fucked herself into a frenzy, the pain of her body forgotten, obliterated by sexual ecstasy. She panted and moaned, lost in her own world of forbidden bliss.
Now she takes me and lays me on her desk… she’s kissing me as she plays with my pussy through my panties! Her fingers are driving me wild! She won’t put them in me, yet! Damn you, teach! Fuck me! Oh, God, she’s kissing me! Our tongues are sliding together, her mouth searching mine hungrily… her hand undoes my shirt, freeing my breasts… she’s kissing and nibbling on them, gently biting my nipples!”
She groaned loudly as her fingers churned inside herself, bringing her closer and closer to a staggering orgasm.
“Finally, she puts a finger inside me! Two fingers! Oh, she knows exactly how to fuck my pussy! She starts trailing her mouth down my body, kissing and nibbling, driving me wild! Before long, her face is at my pussy. She teases me, blowing cool air on my clit, sliding her tongue up and down my slit… she pulls the lips apart and looks inside me… she tells me how pink and wet I am before kissing my pussy gently…
Her tongue slips in and…OH GOD!!!!!!!!!!”
Candy gritted her teeth and willed herself not to scream loudly as she fell to her knees, a wrenching orgasm consuming her. Fire flooded through her, writhing, pulsing and tingling flames of pure pleasure coursing through her limbs. Her hand pumped madly, squeezing every last bit of delight from her transported state. Her pussy squeezed around her fingers, cum bathing her hand. She had always prided herself on how wet she got and how much she came. The other girls she fucked with were all in awe of her because of it.
The orgasm passed and she laid on the floor of the small shower like a dishrag, unmoving, her hand still wedged inside her. Her mind was a blur of colours and nonsense. That was the best orgasm she had ever attained through masturbation. Better than even making herself cum from sitting on a motorcycle seat with the engine roaring.
Eventually the water grew cold and she stirred, stopping the shower and wearily climbing out and finding a towel. She made her way to the bed and flopped onto it, trying to let her mind drift. Unfortunately, she was wide awake now. The orgasm had passed and cold, hard reality was setting back in. If she beat Dixie Clemets tomorrow, she was by no means in the clear. There were several girls left to fight, quite possibly including Miss Spencer again.
It was going to be a long night.
***

Miss Spencer cleaned herself thoroughly as she sat on the small stool next to the traditional Japanese bath in her hotel room. It had been a somewhat extravagant expenditure, this hotel, but she had to admit, she rarely pampered herself so.
Besides, this particular hotel was less than fifteen minutes away from the stadium hosting the Rumble Rose tournament by motorcycle. Upon arrival she had rented a street machine from a reputable dealer and then checked in to this gem of a location. From here she had a wonderful view of Fuji-san to the west and Tokyo Bay to the east.
Naturally, she had not told the sisters back at the school where she was going or whom she was going after. She merely explained that she felt the need for a sabbatical. Thankfully, the sisters had not denied her. She had been a teacher at St. Marguerite’s since graduating from La Valle, fulfilling her childhood dream of teaching young ladies, turning them into the women of tomorrow.
She had eventually coaxed and coerced enough information from Miss Welsh’s fellow students to piece together that for some strange reason she had gone to Japan to enter the Rumble Rose tournament. Naturally, Miss Spencer sensed no good could come from this.
True, Miss Welsh had always been somewhat difficult to control, but this was an unusually crazy stunt, even for her. To the best of Miss Spencer’s knowledge, Miss Welsh had never even left the province, let alone been to the Land of the Rising Sun.
She had booked a flight from Toronto to Seattle and from there to Osaka, which she considered much easier to pass through than Narita. She rented her motorcycle and rode to Tokyo, enjoying the scenery along the way. This was her third trip to Japan, having competed in wrestling tournaments on the college’s behalf in many parts of the world.
As she had expected, people were very tight-lipped about the Rumble Rose tournament, much as they were about the Kumite. She determined that if she were to find Miss Welsh, she would have to enter the event herself and whisk her away before anyone noticed.
Now, here in her hotel room, she scrubbed her skin with a stiff sponge, cleansing the mud and dirt from her body. She was sore all over, in a way she had not been for some time. True, Reiko had pushed her hard, but to fight Miss Welsh had been painful on so many levels.
Why had it come to this? She had beaten Miss Welsh more ferociously than she had many opponents she did not care one whit about. Why did the girl have to make this so difficult? Couldn’t she understand this was for her own good?
She thought of the look in the girl’s eyes as she faced her down in the mud-match. She could see steely determination, not just desperate rebellion. This young lady was bound and determined to win this competition… but why?
It was becoming clear that something was afoot. She would have to get to the bottom of this mystery before anything bad happened.
Her leave of absence was a month long, more than enough time to find Miss Welsh and spirit her back to where she belonged. Surely a bright future awaited her if she could me made to understand…
The water from the bucket was icy cold as she dumped it over her body. She shivered deliciously. It reminded her of the ice-cold baths and showers she had taken with the other girls when she was a student at St Marguerite’s. The icy water beaded on her pearly skin, raising countless goosebumps and causing her nipples to harden and stand erect.
She eased herself into the hot water of the sunken tub and relaxed, letting the tension and stress bleed from her body. She removed her glasses and sunk further into the steaming, scented water. She let her mind drift, determined to think of something other than her problems. Retrieving Miss Welsh had to wait until tomorrow, so she would not fret over it now.
She smiled as she thought of her wayward student. She had always been struck by how pretty the girl was. Whether she was in her school uniform (which looked so naughty when she wore it, just by her posture and demeanor), a bathing suit or whatever remains of clothing she had on for a Killer Bambies concert, she always seemed to Miss Spencer wonderfully attractive and wholly desira- delightful.
She meant delightful. She was sure she had meant delightful.
She sighed as she thought of their match earlier that day? Where had the little minx run off to? Where was she staying while she was in Tokyo? Surely she had little or no money. How had she gotten here to begin with? So many questions…
Don’t worry about that tonight. Relax and enjoy yourself. You’ll be worrying soon enough.
But all she could do was think of the situation with Miss Welsh.
Then enjoy thinking of Miss Welsh. Is there any harm in that?
She thought of finding her and rescuing her from this bind she had gotten herself in. She thought of embracing her protectively in her arms, the feel of her precious student against her.
Miss Welsh hugged her back, her head resting against Miss Spencer’s shoulders.
“Thanks, teach…” the girl was whispered softly.
Miss Spencer smiled and took the girls cheeks in her hand, looking into her blue eyes. “How could I not come for you? You are my precious, precious student. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
Miss Welsh’s hands traveled down to rest on Miss Spencer’s waist. “Do you mean that?”
The teacher smiled warmly. “With all my heart.”
Their bodies pressed close and the leaned their heads in to share a gentle kiss…
Miss Spencer awoke somewhat suddenly, having drifted on in the warmth of the water. Her eyes darted around the room, making sure she was awake and lucid. She heaved a sigh and relaxed again. She found that her hand had moved to her breast and was caressing it slowly. She shifted slightly and found she was quite wet between her legs.
This was inappropriate, wasn’t it? Fantasizing about one of her students? Not just any student, but Miss Welsh.
Their lives had been so different. Miss Welsh’s life had been so hard, full of neglect and alienation. Her own had been a cakewalk. True, she had worked hard to become what she was, but the authority figures in her life had always liked her. Her family had been a close one, caring and loving.
Was it so wrong to pass on that love to a student? Didn’t she love all her students?
She stood up in the tub and stretched, water trickling off her skin. She stepped out of the sunken basin and began drying herself with a towel. The luxurious, plush material felt wonderful against her skin. She turned and gazed at herself in the large mirror on the wall.
Her delicate, porcelain skin was marred in places by red and purple welts, the “rewards” of her struggle with Miss Welsh that afternoon.
She frowned as she looked at a particularly nasty purple bruise on the ribs of her right side. She groaned as she rotated the shoulder Miss Welsh had put the arm-lock on. It was stiff and painful, but there seemed to be no damage to the joint or ligaments.
How could Miss Welsh do such a thing to her own teacher?!
Then again, the girl was probably wondering how Miss Spencer could possibly have slapped her into next week.
That was different, she deserved that. She had to be taught a lesson about respecting others.
She sighed and held herself, feeling bad that she had let things comes this far, that she had let them spiral out of control. How could Miss Welsh ever forgive her? She couldn’t forgive herself.
She slipped on a robe and went to the kitchenette of her hotel room. She found a bottle of merlot in the mini-bar and poured herself a glass. She padded into the living room and sat on the large, plush chesterfield. She heaved another sigh, a lonely one and looked around the dimly lit room as she took a sip of the wine…
Mmmmmm, exquisite… and no one to share it with…
The wine rested lightly on her palate as she pondered her relationship with Miss Welsh. She had always liked the girl. In fact, she felt a greater affection for this particular student than she had any other during her career. Miss Spencer didn’t even really mind her rebelliousness (especially if it was the other teachers dealing with it). She found Miss Welsh’s ‘gigs’ as Candy Cane of the Killer Bambies rather enthralling, in fact.
She closed her eyes and imagined the girl in her short skirt, her blouse knotted below her breasts, her long, tantalizing legs…
Miss Welsh was walking down the hall towards her, that cocky, sassy walk of her, her hips swaying as she moved to some tune in her mind. She saw Miss Spencer and smirked, holding her hands behind her back and toeing the floor with one shoe.
Miss Spencer relaxed and lay back further in the soft couch as she thought of her precious, wonderful, beautiful student. Her body was warming with the wine and she curled her legs beneath herself as she loosened the belt of her robe.
“Heya, teach!” Miss Welsh said coquettishly. “Did ya miss me?” she would ask, leaning forward slightly to give Miss Spencer a tantalizing glimpse down the front of her blouse. She was wearing a tight, black bra that pushed her breasts up, the soft, alabaster skin seemingly calling to be touched or kissed.
Miss Spencer hummed to herself, her hand subtly slipping inside her robe and placing her palm over her breast. She felt a tingle of pleasure as she thought of Miss Welsh’s hand touching her in this way.
“Happy to see me?” the girl asked. Miss Spencer put down her pen and moved her chair from behind her desk. She sat quietly, smiling at the girl who had brazenly just wiggled into her study.
“Your homework, Miss Welsh… have you completed it?” she asked, already suspecting the answer.
The girl looked abashed and downcast for a moment. “No, it isn’t.”
Miss Spencer raised an eyebrow. “And now you dare to show yourself in front of me? The nerve...”
Miss Welsh’s face remained pointed at the floor, but her eyes glanced up, twinkling. “So… I guess I’m gonna get punished, huh?”
“Oh, I dare say you should, young lady.” Miss Spencer replied, nodding. “Come here and report for your punishment.”
Miss welsh smiled slyly and sauntered into the office, closing the door behind her with a bump of her hip. She approached Miss Spencer and stood quietly, looking coy.
“So, a spanking, teach? I’ve been pretty naughty, y’know…”
“Maybe not that naughty, Miss Welsh. I must first see if I can talk some sense into you.” She patted her lap gently. “Come, sit here and we’ll figure out what to do with you…”
The girl nodded and dutifully came over. She slowly turned around so that she was facing away from Miss Spencer and slowly bent over. Miss Spencer’s heart jumped as she gazed at the cute little thong her student was wearing. It was miniscule and white, a single strand that disappeared between the silken cheeks of her firm behind.
Miss Welsh slowly settled herself onto Miss Spencer’s lap, wiggling her derrière against her teacher’s thighs as she did so. She slowly leaned back then, laying herself against Miss Spencer’s body, her neck resting on the older girl’s shoulder. She moved and undulated slowly, a languorous, rhythmic lapdance for her favourite educator.
Miss Spencer sighed as she gently moved her hands up Miss Welsh’s torso, cupping the breasts that strained against her shirt. The girl shuddered as she trailed her fingernails over the softness of her breasts, pressing down with her hips against Miss Spencer’s lap.
“Mmmmmmmmm, teach…” she whispered.
“Miss Welsh,” chided the professor. “This is-“
“Call me Candy Cane…” moaned the girl, her eyes closed as she reveled in the feeling of her teacher’s hands on her bosom.
“Miss Cane…” continued Miss Spencer. “This is hardly appropriate conduct. Do you think you can just strut in her and try to seduce me?”
“I was kinda hoping…” the girl whispered, putting an arm back around Miss Spencer’s neck as she writhed and undulated against her.
Miss Spencer undid the knot of the blouse and allowed the garment to fall away. Her fingers glided over the wonderfully soft skin, teasing the student, making her tremble with desire. The bra she was wearing clasped in the front.
“This is not a regulation brassiere, young lady…” she said with mock disapproval. “It must be discarded at once.”
“You know best, teach…” came the almost breathless reply.
Miss Spencer’s fingers deftly unhooked the clasps and allowed to the bra to drop. Candy Cane sighed and arched her back as Miss Spencer’s hands finally came to rest on her breasts, squeezing gently.
“You’re a naughty girl, Miss Candy Cane…” Miss Spencer said in a low voice. “Your behaviour is completely unbecoming. What am I to do with you?”
“What… ever … you like…I guess…” gasped Candy.
“Let the punishment fit the crime, yes?” suggested the teacher, gently massaging the silken globes while pressing her lips next to Candy’s ear and whispering. “What do you think I should do to you?”
“Jesus, teach!” Candy panted. “Just fuck me! Please…”
“Oh? You think I should reward such language?” Miss Spencer queried, her fingers brushing over the girl’s nipples lightly, causing her to writhe and shudder.
“Please…” the girl begged. “I’ve been waiting for you… I’ve been so good, waiting for you to get back… please…”
“You know I can’t say no to you, don’t you, my little minx?” Miss Spencer whispered slyly. While one hand kept teasing Candy’s breasts, the other gently trailed down and lift up her skirt. She glided her fingers over the girl’s inner thighs, scratching lightly with the nails along the sensitive skin and causing the girl to whimper.
“Please…”
She pressed a hand against the thong. Her heart raced as she thrilled to the feeling of how wet the girl was. The fabric of the barely-there thong was soaked with Candy’s desire. Even without entering her, Miss Spencer’s fingers came back glistening.
“My goodness, how wet you are…” she observed, pressing a finger against Candy’s netherlips. “These panties are ruined, they are no longer an acceptable part of your uniform, my dear…”
Candy undulated her hips as Miss Spencer pulled off the soaking thong. She cast it aside and cupped her hand down along the girl’s waiting slit. Candy shuddered with delight at the feel of her teacher’s hand in this most erogenous area.
“But… you’re still dressed… not fair… not…”
“Mmmm, perhaps you are right, Miss Welsh,” the teacher replied, pondering as she absently stroked the girl’s breast. “I guess we should do something about that, yes?”
Candy was already on it. She had turned herself around and was now straddling Miss Spencer’s lap. Her hands were quickly fumbling with the buttons of Miss Spencer’s lacy blouse. Her eyes went wide as the shirt pulled away to reveal the bra, a red push-up that lent Miss Spencer’s already ample chest a feeling of buoyancy.
“Hey, your bra clasps in front…” Candy protested as she gently cupped her hands over her teacher’s breasts.
Miss Spencer nodded. “I said the front-clasp bra was against student dress code, my dear. I said nothing about how teachers may dress.”
Candy had already unhooked and flung the bra aside by the time Miss Spencer had finished her explanation. She was about to begin groping her teacher madly when Miss Spencer took her gently by the wrists and held her.
“Patience, child…” she chided softly. “There is no need to rush. We have all the time in the world, yes?”
She took Candy’s hands and placed them on her shoulders. Candy relaxed and nodded. Her hands spoken for, she gently leaned forward and allowed her nipples to gently touch Miss Spencer’s. Both of them trembled at the contact.
“There…” the teacher said, smiling. “This will be much more gratifying. Take it slow, Miss Welsh, you’ll thank me later, I promise.”
Candy began gently brushing her nipples left and right over Miss Spencer’s. Both women shivered in delight, a passion made all the more thrilling by knowing someone could walk in and catch them. Miss Spencer’s hands caressed Candy’s thighs softly, coaxing the girl to relax and go slow.
“We have all the time in the world, my dear… unless we get caught…”
Candy shivered and smiled evilly. “Can you imagine how much trouble we’d be in if that happened? You’d get fired, I’d get expelled…”
Miss Spencer nodded.
“You’d take me with you, right?” pouted the school girl, pressing her nipples into Miss Spencer’s to emphasize her point. “I’d have nowhere to go, after all…”
Miss Spencer laughed lightly. “Neither would I. Shall we be vagabonds together? Traveling life’s highway?”
Candy nodded. “And fucking each other senseless.”
Miss Spencer lifted Candy’s skirt so that it sat on the girl’s hips. Her bare behind now rested on the teacher’s lap, warm and soft. “And I can continue to teach you about language, pointing out that there are other words aside from vulgarities to use in everyday discourse.”
Candy smiled. “Yeah, I’d like it if this was everyday discourse, teach… take your skirt off, please? I wanna fee l you…”
Miss Spencer smiled. “Well, I never could say no to my favourite student.”
Candy rested her knees on the sides of the comfy chair and allowed Miss Spencer to reach down and shimmy out of her tight skirt. Candy’s eyes widened as she looked down.
“No panties? And they call me naughty…”
“Remember what I said about the differences between out dress codes, my dear.” Miss Spencer replied, winking.
Candy settled in again as Miss Spencer spread her legs to accommodate the girl. Candy shuddered in delight as she felt her slick pussy press against Miss Spencer’s, which was also very wet. She pressed her mouth to Miss Spencer’s and kissed her hungrily.
The teacher wrapped her arms around her student and tangled her tongue with Candy’s. She felt the girl’s wet slit pressing against hers, lips kissing and clits gently brushing together. It was a wholly divine level of pleasure she knew only here.
They kissed and writhed and moaned against each other, expression their taboo passion with unparalleled lust. Their wet pussies squished and mingled, driving them both to levels of ecstasy neither had ever known.
“Ohhh… Miss Spencer…” Candy whimpered as she kissed her teacher harder. “I’m so close…”
“So am I, my dear… press down harder…” gasped the teacher, her breath catching in her throat.
“Cum with me!” squeaked Candy, her body wracking with tingling pleasure.
“Candy!” groaned Miss Spence, mashing her body against her student’s, her hips grinding and pressing in desperation.
“Teach!” cried out Miss Welsh, her back arching as she ground her pussy against Miss Spencer’s.
Both women heaved and writhed as the orgasm washed over them, a torrent of unreal ecstasy that bound them together, their sweet juices flowing and mingling between them. Miss Spencer’s hands kneaded and gripped Candy’s ass-cheeks in a frenzy, while Candy’s hands gripped her teacher’s shoulders.
They gasped and moaned, riding a crest of almost agonizing pleasure. Their bodies were on fire, their minds a blur of kaleidoscopic colours and lights.
The orgasm passed and they sat still, bodies trembling from their exertions. They held each other close, feeling their hearts pounding against each other. They were reluctant to move, feeling a sense of perfect contentment right where they were- breasts squashed together, pussies glued to one another by their shared cum, their heads on each other’s shoulders… this was fulfillment.
Candy stirred. “Will we be able to do this forever, teach?” she murmured into Miss Spencer’s neck, kissing it lightly.
Miss Spencer sighed. “I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, love… let’s just enjoy the now, shall we?”
The girl nodded, content to just be with the person who cared more for her than any one ever had.
***
Miss Spencer cried out as she shuddered in wild rapture, her fingers inside her pussy, driving her to a staggering orgasm. She pumped and ground her hips frantically, her three fingers wiggling and probing her tight wetness as the dam burst. She let out an almost guttural moan, feeling a type of release she had not allowed herself in a long time. She felt her cum bathing her hand and inner thighs, her muscles quaking and her heart thundering.
She collapsed back against the couch finally spent. She panted heavily, trying to breath. Her mind was whirling, trying to pierce the fog of bliss that clouded her senses. Eventually she just gave up and lay still, determined to let herself enjoy the lingering threads and sparks of her self-induced pleasure.
Half an hour later, she finally stirred. She wearily got to her feet and went to the bathroom. She washed herself clean and had another quick bath before retiring to bed. As she lay on the king-size mattress naked, she thought about how lonely she felt. Most of her life was very fulfilling, but she didn’t really have anyone to share it with. This struck her as sad.
“I spend so much time looking after other people’s lives and needs, I seem to have no time to look after my own. One day, maybe, I’ll find that someone. Until then, there’s only… my mission… to… bring… back… Miss… Welssssssshhhhhhh…”
***