Days passed since Ben and Hannah began their marriage internship at Kiyone Girls' Academy. In class, their lives seemed normal. The headmistress knew of their arrangement but said nothing. Ben held full control over the internship. At home, everything changed from the first day. Their passionate moments never stopped. For Ben, living with a stunning student, touching her soft skin daily, felt extraordinary.
The floor creaked as Ben stepped toward the door, Hannah beside him, her schoolbag in hand. At eight in the morning, they stood at his room's entrance, ready to leave. Ben pressed Hannah gently against the wall, their lips locking in a deep kiss. Her sweet lips smacked softly, her tongue brushing his. Each kiss sent heat through him, her fruity scent overwhelming.
Hannah's breath hitched, her voice soft. "Ben, we kissed." Her lips pressed harder, needy.
Ben's hard cock slid into her pussy, her school skirt and white lace panties still on, the panties pushed aside. He moved slowly, her warm pussy gripping him tightly.
Hannah gasped, her eyes wide. "No, Ben, we already did it once this morning. You cannot." Her tongue met his eagerly, her hips rocking to rub his cock against her sensitive spots.
"It was just a goodbye kiss," Hannah said, her voice trembling, "but now your cock is inside me."
"Your pussy is so tight, like it craves my cock," Ben said, feeling her clench.
* You turned me into such a naughty girl, * Hannah thought, her eyes glowing with desire as she kissed him, craving more.
"We agreed, only one blowjob and one time in the morning," Hannah said, her body pressing closer, begging for more.
To balance their marriage internship, they set rules. Ben was a teacher, Hannah a student. Constant sex would harm his job and her grades. They limited sex to two times nightly, with a bath exception. In the bath, they could do oral or sex once, with one cum. Three times total, maximum. Mornings started with Hannah's blowjob, waking Ben with cum in her mouth. After breakfast, they might have sex once if time allowed.
Today, Hannah's lips woke him, sucking until he filled her mouth with cum. After a passionate session and breakfast, Ben prepared to leave early for work. As Hannah said, "Be safe," and kissed him, his desire surged. He lifted her skirt, pushed her panties aside, and thrust his cock deep into her pussy.
Her pussy felt dry at first but grew slick, welcoming him. Her tight walls swallowed his cock, wet with her juices.
Hannah cried out, her voice echoing. "My pussy is shaped for your cock now. It feels so good."
"Hannah," Ben groaned, his cum flooding her pussy, filling her womb for the second time that morning.
Hannah sighed, her lips brushing his softly. She knelt, the floor cool beneath her, and kissed his cock, wet with cum and her juices. Her tongue swirled, sucking the tip clean. Lately, Hannah always cleaned his cock with her mouth after sex. She licked from base to tip, gazing up at him, then sucked his whole cock.
"I cleaned it, Ben," Hannah said, smiling, kissing the tip again. The ticklish sensation sent shivers through him.
"You are bad, taking your student twice in the morning," Hannah teased, stroking his cock and kissing it.
"You said no, but yesterday you begged to suck me again," Ben said, smirking.
* I felt bad for your hard cock, * Hannah thought, blushing as she gripped him tightly.
They often broke their rules. Even with two nightly rounds, Ben had stamina for three or four. Time did not matter; each session was slow, their bodies melting together.
"As your wife, I take care of your cock. It is mine," Hannah said, kissing it, her lips warm.
"Your pussy is shaped for my cock. It is mine," Ben said, feeling her heat.
"Yes, this pussy is yours," Hannah said, lifting her skirt. Cum dripped from her panties' gap, pooling on the floor. "I change panties two or three times before leaving. I have bought so many. Can you take them off first?"
"Sorry, I cannot wait that long," Ben said, grinning.
"You are so bad," Hannah said, kissing his cock, then hugging him. Her fruity scent and soft body wrapped around him, warm and inviting.
Their internship went smoothly, but a teacher-student wall remained. They needed more intimate moments to break it.
Kiyone Girls' Academy held about six hundred students across three grades, steady for decades. Teachers were few. Besides Ben, hired through connections, new ones were rare, causing staff shortages. The school was selective, as its students were rich, elite girls.
Ben sighed, pulling on a tracksuit. "Why teach PE? I am a history teacher," he muttered, heading to the gym.
Ms. Lily Yamada, the regular PE teacher, was sick, and another was on leave. Self-study would have been easier, but the school required a substitute. Kiyone's campus sprawled wide, likely from cheap mountain land or donations. As Ben crossed the campus, the gym came into view, a short walk that warmed him up.
The gym stood left of the main building, across from dorms, near a sports field, indoor pool, and club building places Ben rarely visited. An old wooden schoolhouse sat nearby, used long ago. Some clubs once met there, but the club building now sufficed.
* Students held a courage test there last summer. Even rich girls like spooky games, * Ben thought. It made sense in these quiet mountains.
The gym floor squeaked as Ben entered, where two classes, about fifty girls, waited. "Sorry, I am late. Ms. Lily is sick, so I am subbing," Ben said, scanning the group.
Kiyone's cool mountain air meant some girls wore winter uniforms year-round, shedding jackets in warmth. Today, spring sun heated the gym. Half wore red tracksuits, sleek and simple. Others wore short-sleeve PE shirts with red-trimmed collars and dark blue bloomers tight, revealing shorts Ben thought were outdated. Seeing them first shocked him. Teachers said sporty girls liked bloomers for movement, but they looked like panties, barely covering anything.
As a history teacher, Ben only glimpsed this during breaks. "Ben, can we start?" Hannah asked, her voice sharp, snapping him back.
"Oh, sorry, Hannah," Ben said, his cheeks flushing. Hannah looked adorable in her tracksuit, her long black hair tied back neatly.
"Today is basketball. Split into groups, use two courts," Ben began, gesturing to the gym.
Hannah interrupted, her posture straight. "Warm-ups first."
"Right," Ben said, embarrassed. He was no PE expert.
"What is the warm-up routine?" Ben asked, scratching his head.
"I can lead," Hannah offered, stepping forward.
"Please," Ben said. As a class leader, she was trusted.
Hannah gave clear orders, her voice firm, unlike her morning cries. Her confident public face hid the cum-filled pussy Ben knew. She led warm-ups, then split teams for matches.
Ben watched closely, the gym buzzing with chatter, checking for injuries. The girls played lightly, giggling as they dribbled and missed shots. Tracksuits hugged their curves, but bloomers drew his gaze. Bouncing breasts, flashing navels, and creamy thighs dazzled him. His class had the cutest girls: Hannah, Emma, Sophie, and Clara.
Emma, a bold basketball player with short hair, skipped bras, her large breasts swaying freely. Sophie, graceful with a single braid, flashed pink panties under her bloomers. Clara, shy with twin braids, wore a lacy black bra, faintly visible through her shirt. Their charm was strong, but Ben stayed silent.
Clara fumbled a pass, her voice soft. "Oops, sorry." Her black bra peeked through, tempting.
Sophie intercepted, her braid swinging. "I got it." Her bloomers showed pink panties as she moved.
Emma shouted, her braless breasts bouncing. "Pass it." Last summer, her wet shirt showed pink nipples, nearly driving Ben to pleasure himself. The gym echoed with squeaking shoes and laughter.
Hannah stripped to her PE shirt and bloomers, her 93-centimeter breasts and white panties striking. She shot Ben a quick glare, then dominated the game, outplaying Emma. Her breasts jiggled, legs shining as she darted across the court.
The match ran long, leaving no cleanup time. Ben had no next class, so he stayed to tidy, the gym emptying. Emma's braless bounce lingered in his mind, her sweaty shirt hinting at nipples. His cock twitched, but he was alone in the gym's storage room, pushing a basket of balls.
The door creaked as Hannah entered, her voice soft. "Ben."