Before, Ben upset Hannah by staring at Emma's gym clothes. Now, she revels in his cock, hard from the class's panties. It is like using her pussy to jerk off to them, Ben thinks.
"So luxurious," he groans. "Fucking the school's top beauty while staring at twenty-three panties."
"Not top beauty," she gasps, her voice breaking. "Punish my pussy with your cheating cock."
His hips move faster, unstoppable. The girls lean closer, faces red, watching. Some touch themselves. Emma kneads her breasts, Sophie sways her hips, Clara fingers her black lace panties.
"Oh, your cock is wilder," Hannah cries, her voice desperate. "What happened?"
"The girls look too good," Ben admits.
"Look at them, but I am your focus," she begs. "Fuck my pussy hard with your cheating cock."
It is cheating now, Ben thinks. His hardness comes partly from the girls' lewd poses, not just Hannah's pussy. He flips her to face him, lifting her legs, pounding down in a pile-driver position,slap, slap, slap, kneading her breasts through her blazer.
"You are so rough today," she moans, her voice trembling. "My pussy loves this cheating cock."
Their bodies collide, wet sounds echoing,squelch, squelch. Her pussy grips him painfully tight. If I really cheated, would she crush my cock? Ben wonders.
He notices the girls growing wilder. Emma's shirt opens, her huge breasts bare, no bra, pink areolas clear. She rubs them, fingers in her panties. Sophie's pink panties hang at her thighs, her fingers in her pussy. Clara's shirt and skirt are off, her black bra askew, small breasts exposed, fingers deep in her pussy.
"Are they okay?" Ben asks, stunned.
"They are pent-up," Hannah gasps. "Living in these mountains, seeing this, they cannot help it."
Pure girls, untouched by men, overwhelmed by their teacher and classmates sex. Their wild acts make sense.
"Your cock is too big," Hannah cries, her voice breaking. "It is wrecking my pussy."
"Sorry," Ben groans. "Jerking off with your pussy, using twenty-three girls as eye candy, is too good."
"Use my pussy to jerk off," she begs. "Cum in me, use their beauty, fill my pussy."
Hannah twists her hips, her pussy gripping him, lost in pleasure. Jerking off with her pussy, using twenty-three girls, Ben thinks, drowning in bliss.
"Hannah, I am close," he groans. "This is too good."
"Cum," she cries. "Jerk off in my pussy, shoot it all inside."
"Hannah," Ben roars, thrusting deep.
His cock erupts,spurt, spurt, spurt, flooding her pussy with cum. "Your cheating cum is filling me," Hannah screams, her pussy milking him,squelch, squelch.
"Mine," Ben groans, still cumming,spurt, spurt. "All for you."
"Only I get your cum," she gasps, her voice trembling. "No other student."
He pulls out,pop, cum dripping. "Let me clean you," she says, licking his cock, slurping the last drops,slurp, slurp.
"Did you see?" Ben asks the girls. "Hannah's devotion?"
No answer. Emma, Sophie, Clara, and the others lie on the floor, clothes askew, pussies dripping. They all came when Hannah did, the room wet with their juices.
"I can forgive this cheating," Hannah says, her voice firm. "But too much, and I will be mad."
"I get it," Ben says, his cock twitching at the girls' lewdness, earning a frown from Hannah.
The public internship was wild, thrilling, almost addictive. Hannah is perfect, but this was something else.
"Your cock is still hard," Hannah purrs, spreading her cum-filled pussy. "Want to use my pussy again?"
"Before we leave, let me cum more," Ben says.
Her pussy, dripping cum, outshines the others. Hannah is his wife, unmatched.
Later, Hannah sighs, soaking in the bath, her full breasts floating. Ben watches from behind, her curves soft in the steam.
"Today was exhausting," she says. "This bath is a blessing."
They eat dinner, then bathe together, as always. But after the public internship, Ben limits their bath sex to one breast job. He came three times in her pussy at school, with twenty-three girls as eye candy. Even he is drained.
"Oops," Hannah giggles, as he kneads her breasts, pinching her nipples.
"Sorry," Ben says, but keeps touching. Her body is too tempting.
"It worked out," she says. "I worried the public internship would go wrong, but you did not touch them."
"What do you think I am?" Ben laughs, squeezing her breast.
"Only you, Hannah," he says. "No other student, even if they offered."
"Really?" she asks, her voice soft, dropping her usual formality.
"Absolutely," he says, kissing her neck,kiss, kiss. Her skin is silky, begging for more.
"You are the only woman I want," he says.
"I only want you," she murmurs, kissing his lips,kiss.
"Only one pair can do the internship," Ben says. "I will not break that."
"Rules matter," Hannah says, her voice low.
Is she sad? Ben wonders. "Once it starts, you cannot switch partners," she says. "Like real marriage, no easy divorce."
"True," Ben says. "If we could swap, some teachers might abuse it."
He would never trade Hannah. "The public internship was wild," he says. "Are there other parts?"
"No," she says quickly. "I read everything."
"Maybe I should check," Ben says. "There might be rules I do not know."
Hannah hesitates. "Wait," Ben says, turning her to face him. "Is there something?"
She nods. "The internship has no set end date," she says.
"Oh," Ben says, unease creeping in. Will this happiness end?
"Usually, it lasts until graduation," she says.
Ben relaxes. Hannah is in her second year's spring. Almost two years left. Plenty of time.
"But it can end early," she adds.
"How?" Ben asks, his heart sinking.
"When the student prepares for real marriage," she says, leaning against him.
"Many in our class applied for you," she says. "Emma, Sophie, Clara, they all wanted you."
"Seriously?" Ben says, stunned. Their wild behavior today makes sense now.
"I was chosen first," Hannah says. "They prioritize grades and behavior."
"That fits you," Ben says. Her top grades and proper conduct make her the obvious pick.