"That's a vodka Collins. Tastes just like lemonade, doesn't it? Want another?"
Before she knew it, she was roaring drunk. She and Jack were soon naked and rolling on the floor, locked in each other's embrace. The slightest joke became hilarious. She couldn't stop herself from giggling when he began sucking on her tits.
"That's too much, Jack, just tooooo much!" she laughed. The man's mouth was tormenting her in new and wondrously different ways. She thought it might be partly the effect of the alcohol, but she was too drunk to really decide that for sure.
She laced her fingers through his long, black hair and pulled his face down between her ample jugs. He went "Brrrr!" and started licking up and down between her tits.
The sensation he created was almost painful in its intensity. If his tongue had been dipped in acid, it couldn't have given her greater stimulation. He worked up one snowy slope of titflesh and began sucking hard at her nipple.
His lightest tongue-touch made her catch her breath. He was expert at bringing her passions to a fever pitch. He slowly lapped along a curving path down a cone and up the other, then pounced. He totally engulfed the entire tip of her other boob.
He began working on the captured nipple with his teeth. Not hard enough to hurt, only enough to stimulate, he ran his teeth back and forth over the ultra-sensitive nubbin.
She thought she'd pass out from the erotic sensations smashing through her youthful, trim torso.
"My… my chest is on fire! It feels like it's filled with liquid fire and it's all pooling in my lungs!"
"Umph!" was all the answer she received. The man was too busy attending to those succulent mounds of titflesh. He wanted them crammed into his mouth where he could taste them. The flesh was slightly tangy with salt, the salt from her sweat. He licked it all up eagerly.
But he wanted those marshmallowy mounds of her knockers in his mouth. He tried to swallow one mountain of jug whole. He failed.
For a fifteen year old, she had more than ample tits. Her boobs were huge.
"This isn't getting me anywhere," he complained, looking up at the girl. Her eyes had glazed from arousal. He decided it was time to go the route with her.
"Fuck me, Jack. I want to feel your lovely cock driving in and out of me. I want to feel it all!"
"Soon, doll, soon. Have another drink. And I'll be back in a second. I just want to get some things from the medicine chest."
She downed her drink, feeling it tingle all the way down her throat. She sighed and lay back on the carpet. Fucking on it seemed to be the best Jack could do. Of all the times she'd made it, she'd never done it in bed. She wondered if he would screw her in his bed.
Trying to stand proved more of a problem than she'd thought. Too much liquor betrayed her. Knees were too weak to support her and her sense of balance gone, the teenager had to be content with simply sitting on the floor. It struck her as incredibly funny.
"What are you laughing at, dear?" Jack asked, coming into the room with his safety razor and shaving cream.
"Oh, everything, everything," she said. "What the hell are you going to do? Shave?"
"Yeah. You."
"Me? I don't have a beard!" she laughed, stroking her chin, then reaching out to stroke his. "Neither do you right now."
"No, but you've got some hair that's got to go. Makes you seem too old for me." His fingers stroked across her auburn pussy mound, then gripped hard. He pulled and toppled her onto her back. Her bush was exposed to his eager gaze. Hands trembling, he stroked over the smooth, fleecy pubic hair until the girl asked, "Are you going to just look? Or are you going to do something… exciting!"
"Hush, child. I'm going to make you a helluva lot more attractive to a lot of men. Lean back and just let me work on your bush."
His hands drifted forward and he began diddling her clit. The sudden flash of delight that leaped through her made the teenager gasp for breath. She closed her eyes and just drifted with the feelings running wild in her belly.
It was so good of him to do this for her. She loved him so! Anything he wanted, she'd give him.
"Ummm, wh-what're you doing?" she asked, feeling sudden warmth across her snatch.
Looking down, she saw her teacher applying a liberal coating of shaving cream. Her entire crotch was drenched with the frothy stuff.
"Just be quiet. I'm shaving your snatch."
The man's words didn't immediately penetrate the alcohol-fog blanketing her brain. She merely sighed and reveled in the warmth seeping into her most sensitive flesh. When the man began shaving her pubic hair off, she began to laugh.
"That's tickling me," she said.
"Almost done. Then… then, I'll give you a royal screwing you won't ever forget," he promised.