As she lay on the bed, working her fingers in and out of her juicy slit, she began wondering how different a stiff prick would feel. Its thickness and length would certainly give her pussy a lot more stimulation than a finger.
Closing her eyes as she began plunging her finger in and out of her steamy hole, she was pretending it was Bill Morgan's hard boner. Her finger was rapidly bringing her up to a wild climax when the door to her room flew open.
She was completely shocked to see Frank Boswell standing there. From the way he lurched and grasped at the door frame, Robin could see that he was terribly drunk.
"Get out!" she shouted, shocked that her mother's boyfriend had a key to the house.
He didn't answer as his drooling eyes stared wildly at the girl's blatantly exposed cunt.
"Where's your mom?" he slurred, clutching the doorknob for support.
"In Fresno!" she shouted. "Now get the hell out of here!"
"I came over here to fuck her," he mumbled in a thick drunken voice. "Now where is she?"
"In Fresno!" she angrily repeated. "Now get out of my room!"
"A pretty girl shouldn't have to finger herself," he slurred, lurching toward the bed. "We can use my cock."
She tried to jump up, but he pushed her back down and covered one of her firm young tits with his mouth, his thick tongue swirling wildly around her big turgid nipple. In spite of her fright and the brutality of his drunken attack, Robin felt a tingle of pleasure streaking from her tits to her furry twat. Trying to ignore the tingling sensations, she tried to beat him off with her clenched fists, but she was soon helplessly moaning from the obscene pleasure she was receiving from his slurping mouth.
When the man moved his lips to her other nipple, the intense joy seemed to increase. Even though she was frightened of the drunken beast, the girl was secretly enjoying what he was doing. Finally releasing her captive tits from his mouth, he began trailing his hot wet lips down over her soft bare tummy, thoroughly licking her dimpled navel with his hot tongue.