"We have fucked raw before," Ben says. "Maybe you already are. But those were for pleasure. Now, I want to cum inside you to make you pregnant. From now on, every fuck is for that."
She nods, trembling. "I want it," she says. "I am your wife. Fill my womb with your cum. I want your baby."
"Hannah," he says, kissing her hard,deep, wet kiss.
"Oh, Ben," she moans, their tongues tangling,slurp, slurp.
"Do it," Ben says, lifting her lingerie, pushing her panties aside. He thrusts into her pussy,slap, sinking deep.
"Fuck," she cries, her pussy tight,squelch. "So tight, I might cum," Ben groans.
"Cum as much as you want," she begs,slap, slap. "Fuck my pussy, fill my womb."
Her hips grind,thrust, thrust, drawing him deeper. Her pussy is hot, slick,sucking him in. Today, it tightens more, craving his cum.
"Your cock is so wild," she moans, her voice shaking. "I need your seed."
"I will give you," Ben says, pounding her,slap, slap. "Cum for me."
"Sorry," she gasps, trembling. "I came three times."
Her body shakes,hair dancing, breasts bouncing, nipples hard. Ben strokes her back,sliding, thrusting deep,slap, aiming for pleasure spots.
"Kiss me," Ben pleads,kissing her,slap, slap, kneading her breasts. "Oh," she moans, her breasts shaking.
"They feel so good," Ben says, grabbing them,squeezing, pinching. Her pussy tightens,squeezing his cock.
"You know my body," she moans,so sensitive. "Only you."
Her pussy milks him,squelch, squelch. "I am close," Ben groans.
"I came eleven times," she cries. "Cum, fill me, make me pregnant."
"Pregnant," Ben roars,slap, thrusting deep. She wraps her legs around him,tight, squeezing.
His cum floods her,spurt, spurt, spurt, filling her womb. "Your cum," she screams,squeezing, "I am pregnant."
"Pregnant," Ben groans,spurt, spurt. "My seed."
He pulls out,pop, cum dripping. "Oh," she gasps, trembling. "Your cum should stay inside."
She licks his cock,slurp, slurp, cleaning every drop. "My pussy wants more," she purrs, eyes hazy. "Fuck me, make me pregnant."
"Always," Ben says. "Day or night, school or home, prep room, bath, bed. Even ten minutes is enough."
"Yes," she beams,radiant. "Morning blowjob, then pussy. Breakfast, you fuck me. Before school, a kiss, then cum. In prep room, a quick fuck. Breaks, I find you. Lunch, two rounds. After school, I blow you, then you cum inside. Home, a welcome kiss, then fuck. Bath, breast job, then pussy. Before bed, I jerk you, then fuck. All night, any position, any outfit. My pussy needs your cum always."
She speaks,wild, clear, planning to drain him daily for pregnancy. "I want to fuck you always," Ben says. "Weekends, raw, all day, until I have nothing left."
"Yes, harder," she begs,"make me pregnant."
She sheds her lingerie,naked, glowing, panties dangling on her ankle. She hugs Ben,tight. "Fuck your naughty wife," she begs. "Cum in my needy pussy, steal me, make me pregnant."
"Sorry for him," Ben says, "but I will take you. Have my baby."
He thrusts into her from behind,slap, deep, slick. "Oh," she cries,wild pleasure.
So tight, Ben thinks, like animals."Tighter," he groans,slap, slap.
"My pussy needs your cum," she moans,thrusting back. It squeezes tight for me.
Her naked body shines,his white skin, round ass, breasts swaying. Ben is proud, pounding her,knowing her body.
"Teacher," she cries, "Ben's baby. "I want your child."
Her hips move,swallowing his cock, guiding him to bliss. She is mine, stolen, Ben thinks.
"I did not care for my fiancé," she says. "I wanted you to take me."
Her heart chose Ben,his passion. She feels alive with him, I want his child, she thinks, not duty. She craves his cum,seed, to grow.
"Teacher, I want your baby," she screams.
Ben pounds slap, relentless. "I will take you, make you mine, give you my child."
"I am yours," she says,not his. "I love you, truly, as your student, as your wife."
"I love you," Ben says,pulling her close, thrusting deep,slap, slap.
Her body arches,screaming,wild joy. "I am losing it," she gasps. Ben, I am yours.
"I am cumming," Ben roars,"Fill her, make her mine."Cum," she begs."Make me pregnant."
His cum surges,spurt, spurt, spurt, a torrent, filling her womb. "Your baby," she screams,taking it all, "I am pregnant."
"Pregnant," Ben groans,spurt, spurt. "My love."
She collapses,spent, cum dripping. "Did I conceive?" she whispers,hopeful.
"If not," Ben says, "we fuck at school, home, everywhere, until you do."
"Yes," she says,his wife. "Day or night, prep room, bath, classroom. Even if they see, I want you. Endless love, endless babies."
"I love you," Ben says, kissing her,deep, soft.
"I love you," she says,more than anyone.
They embrace,locked in love, lips joined,kiss, kiss. Only Hannah fills Ben's heart.
Hannah, his student, his wife he will never let her go. He loves her more than anything.
The internship is over. Now, Ben vows to steal Hannah, make her pregnant, their promise forever.
On the stage of Kiyone Girls' Academy's auditorium, silence hangs heavy. The air feels tight, like a stretched string.
"This is so tense," Ben says, his voice low.
Hannah smiles, her eyes warm. "It is fine, Ben. No one else is here. Stand tall."
"You always seem so calm," Ben says, admiring her ease.
In front of him stands Hannah, glowing in a white wedding dress. Today is their wedding day. The dress, borrowed from the school, was resized to fit her perfectly. Ben wears his usual suit, no tuxedo available. Hannah said he did not need to change, and he trusts her kindness.
"Is this really okay, Hannah?" Ben asks, his voice soft. "I know it is late to ask."
Hannah tilts her head. "You ask now? I have no regrets being here. Do you?"
"No," Ben says firmly. "I will never regret this."