Under the bed

"Under the bed!" quietly shouted Karen, as she covered herself with the blanket, and I barely pushed under there before the door slammed open.

"What is it?" shouted a younger version of my Grandpa Arnold. I could hear in his voice that he was frantic in finding out the terror. "Oh, for Pete's sake, Karen, are you sleeping naked again?!"

"My clothes are in the wash," she said, holding her blanket up tightly. "I promise."

"There better not be a boy under your bed. I swear I'll cut off his nuts. I scrambled to think of an exit as I see Grandpa's knees hit the floor, and his arm...

"Oh, come on, Daddy. You don't trust me? I'm not Sophia. I'm not going to be bringing strange boys over and getting knocked up. I'm a good girl."

Grandpa Arnold stopped and didn't look under the bed. I could hear him apologize to Karen and leave, as I pant in distress under the bed. He closes the door and Karen's head popped up in view, as I squeezed out from under the bed. "Who are you? You're not a ****, are you?"

"No," I lied, looking around for something to cover myself with.

"Here," she tossed the blanket at me, exposing her naked body and wicked smile. "You've already seen my goods. Sophie's not here, if that's who you're trying to fuck, plus her new boyfriend's this big army guy who'll probably break you in half."

"Oh, right," I said, "Yeah, I thought this was Sophie's room."

She picked up a house phone(!) and somehow had Sophia's phone number memorized. "I'll give her a call," she began loudly hitting the touch-tones.

"Wait!" I dropped the blanket as Karen's eyes dropped to my dick. She licked her lips as I panted. I didn't feel the need to fuck her, my EDPness shying away, but I felt a yearning to. "Maybe we can come to an arrangement? Get me out of here without your old man seeing?"

"That depends," said Karen. "You ever eat out a chick before?"

Okay, so Karen's legs are resting on my back as I dive into her vagina. She has a nice triangle carved in, just enough to hide in a bikini, but not a clear landing strip or completely shaved. Something one would expect of a teenager in the days before the internet became huge. Karen seems pretty knowledgeable about cunnilingus for an eighteen-year-old, but I don't question it. Mainly 'cause I can't, with my mouth full.

She's moaning and groaning, as I'm licking and plinking. She's obviously not freshly showered, but not completely unclean either. I'm just getting into the groove of things when the door burst open again. "I knew it!" shouted Arnold, with his wife Helena in tow, carrying a baseball bat as he swung for my back.

My mouth wet, I dodge his swing and duck towards the door. I bump into 48-year-old Grandma Helena, and she smiles at me, before I duck down the hallway. I'm in the street, my mouth glistening and my cock swinging free, before Arnold even approaches the doorway.