* Too much raw cum, * Ben thought, but her warm pussy felt perfect.
"Your cum fills me so much," Hannah said, her face glowing with pleasure.
* I came raw in this stunning student, * Ben thought. He pulled out, cum dripping from her pussy onto the sheets.
"Cum leaking after raw sex is so hot," Ben said, his eyes fixed on her.
"Do not say that," Hannah said, blushing. "You came so much."
She glanced shyly at the cum flowing from her pussy. "This is the seventh time. I was a virgin last night, now filled seven times," Hannah said, her voice soft.
"Your body feels too good," Ben said. "My wife is the best."
He kissed her cheek. Hannah's breath hitched.
"You took me so much, my body feels aroused," Hannah said, her cheeks red.
* I love her passionate and pure sides, * Ben thought.
"It is late," Hannah said, grabbing a cloth to wipe the cum. "We must hurry."
"Plenty of time, right?" Ben said, stretching.
"Not for me. Girls need time to get ready. You are a Kiyone teacher, dress properly," Hannah said, her tone sharp.
"I know," Ben said, smoothing his hair.
His plain hair stayed neat, his shirt ironed, his tie tidy. Living among rich girls was tough.
"I must get ready," Hannah said, her face red. "Turn around, please."
"Okay," Ben said, facing the wall.
Hannah clutched her chest, pointing to the wall. She felt shy dressing, though Ben had seen her pussy up close. * Girls are confusing, * Ben thought.
"Where is my bra?" Hannah asked, her voice muffled as she searched.
The bed creaked as she slid off, lifting scattered clothes from the floor. Ben had taken her half-dressed for the first two rounds, then stripped her fully. Their clothes lay in a messy pile.
"Found it," Hannah said, snapping on her white bra. She wore it before her panties, rushing. * Normally, panties go first, * Ben thought.
Her smooth back, clad only in a bra, stirred his desire. * I came seven times, yet I want more, * Ben thought. Her body was too tempting.
Hannah fumbled, pulling on her white lace panties, then her skirt, skipping her shirt. "I should have worn the shirt first," she muttered, grabbing it from the pile.
As she bent, her skirt lifted, flashing her panties and ass. * Even after seven times, her panties excite me, * Ben thought.
The bed creaked as Ben stood, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her close, lifting her skirt. "Ben, you want to do it again?" Hannah asked, her voice shaky.
"Your panties made me hard," Ben said. "One more time?"
He pressed his hard cock against her panties, nudging her slit, then pulled them aside.
Hannah's breath hitched. His cock slid into her wet pussy, thrusting deep. "Your cock is so hard, we have no time," Hannah gasped. "Please, stop."
"I can take my wife's pussy however I want, right?" Ben asked, his hands on her hips.
"Yes, but do not go so fast," Hannah said, her body trembling. "I cannot take it."
Ben took her from behind, standing, gripping her panty-covered ass. Wet slaps echoed as his cock pounded her. "Your panties are still on," Hannah said, her voice breaking. "You are too rough."
"Your pussy is so wet and warm," Ben said, thrusting harder.
"My pussy loves your cock," Hannah cried, her hips bucking. "Take me, Ben."
Her pussy tightened, better than her virgin night. Pleasure surged through Ben. "You squeeze my cock so well," he said.
"You hit my sensitive spots," Hannah gasped, her body shaking.
Ben held her wrist, her skirt swaying as he took her. He stroked her ass through her panties, pounding deeper. Her bra and shaking breasts looked sensual.
"Your body is perfect," Ben said. "My wife's pussy drives me wild."
"I only think of your cock," Hannah said, turning to meet his eyes, her gaze lustful. "Make my pussy yours, take it deep."
"I will take my student's tight pussy," Ben said, his voice low.
He thrust at new angles, savoring her depths. * This eighth time should be the last, * Ben thought, wanting to linger.
"Hannah," Ben said, pulling her close, thrusting deep.
"Your cock stirs me so deep," Hannah cried, her voice echoing.
Ben grabbed both wrists, pounding her standing pussy. * Taking this beauty from behind is unreal, * he thought, holding back his cum.
"You got rougher," Hannah said, her back trembling. "I came so many times, my pussy is so sensitive."
* I want to take her forever in this bra and skirt, * Ben thought.
He thrust deep, nearly reaching her womb, pulling out and slamming back in. Time faded. Only her pussy mattered.
Hannah's juices splashed, her body shaking. "Your cock makes me so naughty," she gasped. "It will ruin my pussy."
"I am cumming, my eighth load," Ben groaned.
Hannah cried out as his cock hit her deepest spot. Thick cum flooded her womb, *spurt, spurt*.
"So good," Ben said. "Your body is perfect."
"You filled my womb again," Hannah said, her voice soft. "My pussy cannot hold it."
"I gave you every drop," Ben said, pulling out. Cum dripped down her thighs.
Hannah turned, hugging him, her lips brushing his. Cum flowed down her legs, her pussy overflowing.
Ben glanced at his watch. It was late, but he did not care. He held Hannah tighter, kissing her soft lips, tasting her sweetness. Hannah kissed back, her body pressed close.
* She is my wife, * Ben thought. His student, his wife, the best girl, letting him take her perfect pussy.
They rushed out, nearly late, skipping breakfast. In class, Ben's stomach growled again, his cheeks burning. Hannah sat calmly, her face composed, hiding any hunger. * Can rich girls ignore hunger? * Ben thought.
After class, Ben ate lunch in the staff room, silencing his stomach. A long staff meeting dragged on, filled with dull reports. The principal, who approved their marriage practice, glanced at Ben but said nothing. * He does not know I took her eight times raw, * Ben thought.
The condoms Hannah brought sat unused in a drawer. Ben could not resist her pussy's raw feel. * I came inside my student, * he thought, guilt tugging at him.
After the meeting, Ben sat at his desk, finishing paperwork. Hannah's soft skin, sweet scent, and slick pussy filled his mind, making him hard. * I cannot stand up like this, * he thought. As the only young male teacher, an erection would spark gossip.
Teaching Hannah's class was risky. Even in brief homeroom, seeing her made him think of her pussy, his cock twitching. * Thank God for the desk, * he thought.
Despite eight times, his desire burned. * My lust is endless, * Ben thought.
"Work is done," Ben said, stretching in the empty corridor after hours. "I am starving."
The cafeteria was closed, so instant noodles would do. * Where is Hannah? * Ben thought. She said she would live with him, but when? She had her own dorm room.
* She enjoyed sex, but eight raw times might scare her, * Ben thought. She might rethink the marriage practice or report him. * No, she would not betray me, * he thought. Doubting her felt wrong.
As sunlight faded, Ben walked to his dorm, his mind on Hannah. * Am I too obsessed? * he thought. Her beauty and passionate sex consumed him.