Ben's chalk scratched the blackboard, his voice steady. "The conflict between the Delian League and the Peloponnesian League shifted the war. Athens, surrounded by Sparta's forces, surrendered."
Three years ago, teaching while writing felt awkward. Now, after years at Kiyone, Ben moved with ease.
"Any questions so far?" Ben asked, turning to the class.
His stomach growled, a loud rumble echoing in the quiet room. His cheeks flushed.
"Sorry about that," Ben said, rubbing his neck.
The students, usually reserved, let out soft giggles. Their refined upbringing made small mishaps amusing. A girl in the back covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling with laughter.
"I was too busy this morning and skipped breakfast. Please do not mind," Ben said, offering a sheepish smile.
The girls' giggles grew, a gentle wave of sound. Making them laugh felt good, even if the reason embarrassed him.
* I am such a mess, * Ben thought.
A few girls stifled their giggles, their eyes darting to the front. Hannah, seated in the front row, straightened her posture, her voice sharp and commanding. "Be proper, Ben. As a Kiyone teacher, act with dignity." The classroom fell silent, the air heavy with her authority.
"Continue the lesson," Hannah said, her tone firm.
"Yes, Hannah," Ben replied, clearing his throat.
Hannah bent over her textbook, her pen scratching notes, her gaze fixed downward. * Was last night a dream? * Ben thought, his eyes lingering on her.
The classroom brimmed with beautiful girls, their short skirts teasing glimpses of panties that could drive Ben wild. Hannah stood out most. Her long black hair gleamed, her navy blazer and plaid skirt pressed neatly. Her stunning face held a stern expression, her back straight. Her elegance radiated, captivating the room.
Seeing Hannah's white lace panties earlier made Ben want to pleasure himself five times. * That is normal, right? * he thought.
Hannah's pen moved steadily, her presence calming the other girls. Her aura commanded respect.
"After the war, the philosopher Socrates faced trial and death," Ben said, his voice regaining strength.
He glanced at Hannah. She wrote calmly, but beneath her skirt, her pussy held eight loads of his cum.
* No one would guess, * Ben thought. Her classmates could not imagine her virgin pussy, taken hard and filled with his seed. He had planned to use her panties for five sessions, but last night, he came inside her six times. After savoring her full breasts and cumming deep in her pussy for the sixth time, he collapsed, exhausted.
The first morning of their marriage practice began.
Ben's dorm room had a cozy living area and a bedroom. The bedroom held a large, ornate double bed, left by a past resident. Its sturdy frame felt reliable, like a hotel bed. Ben saw no flaws and never planned to share it.
* No chance to share a bed, * Ben thought.
Birds chirped outside, their calls piercing the morning air. Kiyone, nestled in the mountains, buzzed with nature. Sunlight slipped through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room.
A soft moan broke the silence beside him.
The bed sheets rustled as Hannah turned over. His student and temporary wife, a stunning beauty, lay beside him. Her neat black hair splayed messily, adding a sensual charm. Facing Ben, her full breasts were partially hidden by her arm. A naked beauty in his bed seemed unreal.
Her soft breasts, pale skin, and faint shampoo scent proved it was real. Last night, Ben had taken her virginity, cumming inside her six times. Her tight pussy, leaking cum and blood, thrilled him even now. Her passionate cries made her irresistible.
"Ben, good morning," Hannah said, her eyes fluttering open.
Her black eyes locked onto his, warm and inviting. "Good morning, Hannah," Ben replied, his voice soft.
Hannah shifted closer, the mattress dipping. Her lips brushed his, soft and sweet like candy. "Ben," she whispered, kissing him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Ben tangled his tongue with hers, tasting her warmth.
"Hannah, wait," Ben said, pulling back slightly.
"A wife kisses her husband good morning," Hannah said, her breath warm. She kissed him again, deeper.
* I am kissing the school's top beauty in bed, * Ben thought, amazed.
"Last night, you took me so hard," Hannah murmured, her hand on his chest. "Your cock still feels inside me."
"Kissing you makes me hard," Ben said, his voice husky.
He had slept only hours ago, cumming six times in her tight pussy. * I should be spent, but she excites me, * Ben thought.
"Your pussy is wet," he said, sliding his fingers over her slit, dipping into her slick folds. "You are soaking."
Hannah's breath hitched, her body quivering. "You kissed me, Ben, and I got aroused. You touched me so much last night. It is your fault."
"Your pussy is mine," Ben said, his eyes locked on hers.
Hannah nodded, biting her lip. Ben kissed her, teasing her dripping pussy. Wet slurps filled the room. Her body arched, sensitive, climaxing quickly from his touch. Ben knew her body after six rounds.
"Let us do it once more," Ben said, his voice urgent.
"We have class soon," Hannah said, her tone hesitant.
"Just once," Ben insisted.
He lifted her leg, the bed creaking softly. Guiding his hard cock, he thrust into her wet pussy in one motion.
Hannah gasped, her voice trembling. "Ben, it is so deep."
"God, Hannah, your pussy is tight," Ben said, gripping her hips.
"I learned to please your cock," Hannah whispered, her hips shifting. "You thrust so hard."
Ben's body felt heavy, but her pussy drove him to thrust faster. The bed creaked loudly, his cock stirring her insides. "Your cock hits my sensitive spots," Hannah cried, her voice shaky. "Take it deeper, Ben."
Her lustful face, hair swaying, drove Ben wild. He kissed her, his tongue rough, her breath hot.
"Ben, if you keep hitting there, I will cum," Hannah gasped, her nails digging into his back. The slight pain thrilled him.
"You hit so deep, where your cum filled me six times," Hannah said, her voice breaking.
Her tight, wet pussy gripped him, too good to resist. * I cannot hold back, * Ben thought.
"Hannah, can I cum inside again?" Ben asked, his voice desperate. "I need to fill you."
"Yes, cum deep in my pussy," Hannah said, her eyes locked on his. "Fill me up, Ben."
Her bold words ignited him. Ben kissed her roughly, grabbed her bouncing breasts, and hugged her tightly. He thrust hard, *slap, slap*.
"I am cumming," Hannah cried, her body shaking.
"I am cumming," Ben groaned.
His cock hit her deepest spot, and his seventh load of thick cum flooded her womb, *spurt, spurt*. Hannah trembled, feeling the hot rush.