Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Chapter 4 Sometime during the night David exchanged one gloriously firm teenage arse for another and woke to found his erect cock nestling between Cheryl's superb buttocks. He felt that something was wrong but couldn't immediately put a finger on what it was. The he realised that the source of his disappointment was that it wasn't Kim he was cuddling. This left him confused, she was 15 for Christ's sake, and he shouldn't be feeling like this. He shook his head, kissed Cheryl on her right shoulder and she murmured appreciatively in her sleep and he tried to get out of bed without disturbing either of the two beautiful girls sharing his bed. In the end the only way was to slide down under the duvet and out at the bottom. He pulled on his boxer's, went to the toilet and then down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. The clock in the kitchen indicated that it was nearly 7.00 and he reckoned that the girls would not be awake for hours. He hadn't heard Marc come in during the night and suspected he'd kipped on someone's couch to stay out of the way. He was a good mate that way and he would text David for the `all clear' instead of turning up unannounced. He sat at the kitchen table staring into space, wondering what on earth was going on in his head. He shouldn't be feeling disappointed because he woke up cuddling Cheryl rather than Kim. Yes, Kim brought out the protector in him. Yes, she was undeniably gorgeous. Yes, she was funny ... The door swung open and there stood Kim looking sleepily dishevelled but beautiful and sexy wearing the Ralph Lauren polo shirt he'd had on the previous evening. He stood up, not knowing what to say but he knew his mouth was open and he was staring. "Who do I have to fuck to get a cup of tea around here" she grinned through the curtain of blonde hair. "That would be me but I'll make you one on credit for later" he grinned and started the kettle going, pulled a mug from the cupboard and turned to look at her. The shirt barely covered her arse and was probably as long as the dress she had worn the previous evening but somehow the effect of a beautiful woman in a man's shirt was infinitely sexier. "That shirt looks a lot better on you that it does on me, how do you manage to look so gorgeous first thing in the morning?" "Why Mr. Rutherford, you can multi-task, make tea and pay a girl a compliment at the same time. I think you're a `keeper'!" He made her tea and carried it over to the table and pulled out a chair for her and sat down on his. She looked at her chair and shook her head and looked at him: "Can I sit on your lap?" He smiled and nodded "I'd like that very much." "I thought you would, you perv, anything to cop a feel of teenage arse" she giggled. "I don't need to `cop a feel' as you put it, as you keep placing you arse on my hands. It comes to me; I don't need to run after it" he grinned. She settled across his lap with both legs on one side and put one arm round his neck while he placed an arm around her waist. He pulled her close for a kiss which was long, lingering and tender. When they came up for air she grabbed his free hand and placed it over her left breast with a nipple as hard as a hat peg. "See, that's what you do to me" he caressed the turgid nipple through her shirt with his fingers and she giggled. No, you perv, not my nipple, my heart, can you feel how it's pounding?" He continued to caress her nipple and she moaned: "You don't care about my heartbeat, you dirty bastard, you just want to make my pussy wet, well you're succeeding." She took his hand off her breast and moved it down to her pussy and he could feel her juices flowing. He trailed his fingers through her labia and onto her clit and she hissed with pleasure as he gently massaged it between his thumb and index finger. She wriggled against his hand and could feel his hardening cock beneath her buttocks. "Stop, stop, you will make me come and I want you in me when I do. Take off you boxers." She stood up and tore off her shirt as he slipped off his shorts and his erect cock sprang up. She sat down on his legs, facing him with a long leg either side of his, looking directly into his eyes. She grasped his tumescent cock with one hand and gently stroked it and slid forward on top of his thighs until his cock was trapped between their stomachs. She moved to stand up but David put a hand on her thigh and stopped her. "Kim, darling, are you sure you want it like this, on a kitchen chair and not on a huge bed strewn with rose petals and beautiful music playing?" She looked at him and put both arms round his neck and kissed all over his face with small butterfly kisses. "I don't care where and how it is I just want it to be with you and now is as good a time as any. I'm wet and horny and you've got a hard cock and so, darling man, let me stand up and put your wonderful cock into my wet pussy and then we can fuck each other's brains out." Still holding his gaze she stood again and grasped his cock and shifted her hips forward and aligned his cock head into the entrance of her pussy and dropped to take 2 inches into her vagina. She gasped as she felt it stretching her virgin channel and David gripped her hips to steady and support her. She put both hands on his shoulders and smiled tenderly at him and mouthed `thank you' and bent further forward to kiss him which lowered her hips and another inch of cock pushed into her clasping pussy. "Oh, David, your cock feels so big in my cunt and it's not all the way in yet. I'm going for broke, push down on my hips and fill me completely." He pointed out that she was very tight and it might hurt but she insisted again that he force all of his cock into her. Reluctantly he did as she asked and she shuddered as she bottomed out with a cry of pain. "Fuck, that hurts, but it's done. You've done it, I'm not cherry anymore. Thank you, David, your job here is done, you may go" She started to sob and he wrapped her in his arms and stroked her back, kissed her neck, her cheeks and her eyes until she quietened and looked at him with sorrowful eyes. "I'm so stupid. You offered me a bed strewn with roses but I was so insistent on doing it my way that I might as well have used the hairbrush again." "Not so, my darling, could a hairbrush have done this?" He pushed her back and took her left nipple in his mouth and sucked until it started to engorge with blood and stand proud of her firm, beautiful breast. She cooed with delight and he switched his attention to her right breast and achieved the same result. He brought his right hand up to her left breast and caressed her nipple while biting and sucking on her right one. "No, fuck, that feels so good! It couldn't have done what you're doing to me. No one could do what you're doing to me because you are the only one; you are my `one', you darling, loving man." "Kim, trust me, this will be good for you and my work is not yet done. I'm not leaving you high and dry! Put your arms around my neck, I'm going to stand up and then put your heels behind my thighs and cling on like a monkey." She did as he asked and with some difficulty he stood and, locked together with his hard cock in her tight pussy, he moved to position her on her back on the kitchen table with her buttocks on the edge. He looked down at her and bent forward for a long sensuous kiss as she tightened her arms round his neck pulling him even closer. During the kiss he moved both hands to her breasts and caressed the nipples to full hardness again. She was panting when they disengaged and he stood up straight. He could feel her pussy starting to become wet again and he flexed his cock in and out a few inches against the tight, gripping channel. He groaned at the tightness of it and she smiled up at him. "I recognise your groans now; I heard that one when I sucked your cock. I love the fact that my pussy is giving you pleasure and that turns me on even more." He lifted her legs so that they were pointing vertically upwards and rested her heels on his shoulders and clasped the top of her thighs. This position gave him the opportunity to take longer thrusts into her cunt and he was rewarded with the sounds of her sighs, moans and groans as the front of his thighs smashed against her firm buttocks and his cock forced the tight walls of her pussy aside on each thrust forward. Her pussy was gushing now and he could feel it welling out around his cock and down her arse crack and onto the table. Still fucking into her with long strokes he moved slightly to the left allowing space between her firm left buttock and his thigh to insert his hand so he could rim her arsehole with his middle finger. "What are you doing to my arse? I love it; stick your finger in there. I love what you are doing to me. I love you Mr. fucking Rutherford and I'm not going away. Just fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I come." The pressure of his own orgasm was starting to build from the clasping tightness of her pussy and he desperately wanted them to come together. He removed his finger from her arse and pulled her legs to the side and urged her to lock them round his back, which she did and used them to pull him into her fiercely. The opening of her thighs enabled him to freely touch her clit with one hand and caress her breasts with the other and he found her own hands doing exactly the same. The combined attention of their hands on her clit and nipples and his piston like strokes into her clasping, gripping tight vagina was enough to set off the first major tremors along her spine and she struggled to breathe and speak. "David! ............... David! .................. it's happening ................. your wonderful .............. cock .................. is making .................. ME COMMMMMMME!" Wailing, moaning, groaning and crying she exploded over the threshold just as his own orgasm started and the repeated pulses of his cock within her spasming pussy was enough to add fuel to the orgasmic bonfire and she bucked her hips up so hard that he felt like his cock had been strangled and broken at the root. He fell forward onto her breasts and trailed loving kisses over her shoulders and up her neck to her panting mouth. At the touch of his lips on her mouth her arms flew round the back of his neck pulling him into the tightest of embraces, hugging him fiercely. Her own lips started to trail kisses over any exposed skin she could reach and she stroked his back murmuring messages to him that needed no words, just the tone of her voice. Slowly David resurfaced and became aware of the uncomfortable position they were in. "We need somewhere more comfortable than this. Hold me round the neck again and leave you legs round my back." Once more he stood up and with his still hard cock gripped tightly in her cunt but with their combined juices running down his legs he moved towards the living room. Her head was resting on his shoulder but every few steps she would kiss him on the neck and whisper "I love you" just loud enough for him to hear. The distance was not far but the exertion of carrying her just after a tumultuous fuck left him weak at the knees and they collapsed side by side onto the largest of the sofas with Kim lying against the cushions at the back. "So that's why they call it a knee trembler" he muttered and she giggled. "It's your age catching up on you Mr. Rutherford" He looked at her for a long time and smiled weakly at her. "You've just hit both nails on the head my darling Kim. Firstly, I'm supposed to be `Mr. Rutherford' to you and yet here I am with my cock buried deeply in you gorgeous 15 year old pussy and secondly, I'm nearly 20 years older than you .... " he trailed off. "You know that none of that matters if we truly care about each other. I love you and you love me, that's what matters. And don't you deny it." She added forcefully but confusingly. "Don't deny what?" She looked at him with glowing eyes. "Duh! That you love me!" "Kim, darling, err .. sweetheart ...." She smiled triumphantly. "See, that's the fourth time you've called me that in less than an hour! You said you would never leave me. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice, I can tell from your kisses; I know you love me" He was stunned. Where to go with this one? "Kim, erm ... sweetheart. You are a truly beautiful person, not just in looks but in personality, intelligence, wit, charm ... everything, the whole package, truly, truly wonderful ...." He tailed off realising he was making a very good case for the prosecution and not the defence at this point. She looked at him with a knowing, triumphant smile so he started again. "Look, I've known you as a student for several months but have only got to know you differently, as erm ... a person, let's say, for less than 12 hours. I'm not sure that's sufficient time to fall in love and we shouldn't confuse lust with love. There's also the difference in our ages and the difficulty of my position as your teacher. Yes, I care about you and if circumstances were different I could fall deeply and madly in love with you, but that's not the case. You are under 16 and I am your teacher and could be put in gaol for a long time for this and I am 20 years older than you" he said with a rush at the end as if that would reinforce the message to her and himself. She still looked and sounded all knowing and triumphant but her words were not. "Ok, David, you convince me, you're not in love with me. So as the song goes `lets just kiss and say goodbye'" and she drew his head towards her and their lips met. David tried to fight it, tried to make the kiss chaste, tried not to think of the gorgeous, wonderful, beautiful 15 year old in his arms and the fact that he was obviously on the path to his own destruction. The kiss took all of those thoughts away and left him drowning. Finally, they came up for air and all he saw at the end was the look of absolute adoration in her eyes. "Now tell me you don't love me, David Rutherford. As the song goes `it's in his kiss' and that kiss was the clincher to end all clinchers!" "I think we need to test that theory one more time, I don't think the evidence is that strong." The kiss resumed only this time accompanied by long languorous hip movements as her pussy juices really started to flow and his cock was released from the vice like grip of her vagina. There was no need to hurry, they were making love, not fucking, hands touched flesh and stroked, lips met and devoured each other, sounds were heard and instinctively responded to, tongues tasted bodily fluids and delighted in the potent cocktail mix, the aroma of love was all around as a intoxicating scent and all the while eyes sought and gave approval until the final climatic moments when both sets were shut in the throes of mutual ecstasy. Gradually the passion ebbed and was replaced by satiated loving contentment and the pair fell asleep in a lovers embrace.