As I was setting the table the doorbell rang. I looked up, and my mom said, “Oh Delilah, I invited your teacher, Mr. Denton over.” I was shocked. I knew my Dad and he were friends, but I hadn’t been aware that they still kept in touch. My dad walked I with Mr. Denton, they were talking and laughing about something they did in college. Mr. Denton smiled, and said hello to us all.
We sat down to dinner and my Dad asked me something about my Trig class and I started to speak when suddenly the tiny vibrator started vibrating. I broke off in mid sentence, and gasped, but then I continued what I was saying. Mr. Denton had the remote control to the tiny bullet vibrator firmly lodged between my pussy lips. Mr. Denton’s face was unreadable, completely stoic. The vibrator went to high and I jerked a little as an orgasm washed over me. I tried not to cry out and I managed to keep quiet.
Conversation swirled around the dinner. Mr. Denton kept the vibrator humming off and on and orgasm after orgasm washed over my shuddering body. I was visibly sweating now, and my breath was coming in hard little pants. My Dad noticed that something was wrong.
“Delilah honey, are you ok?” He looked at me with concern. I assured him I was fine. My mom and brother were staring at me. I started to speak and excuse myself from the table, but the little vibrator hummed mercilessly against my clit and my legs gave out before I could even get up. I felt another orgasm rocking my body, and I couldn’t help but grind a little on the seat. I was becoming desperate. I was going to shame myself in front of my whole family and scream out my pleasure. I looked at Mr. Denton with tears in my eyes from pleasure and terror that my secret was going to be discovered, and mouthed the word, “Please.” That’s all I said, but the vibrations stopped for a while.
Mr. Denton continued on like nothing had happened. At the end of the night, he left giving my dad a handshake and my mom a kiss on the cheek. He was walking home because he only lived two blocks away from my house. I waited a few minutes, and then said I was going to the store for ice cream. I walked out the front door, my legs quaking, my panties soaking wet. A trickle of sweat dripped down my back. I practically ran to his house. I pounded on the door with both hands.
He opened the door and grinned, “What a nice surprise Delilah, would you like to come in?”
I shoved past him into the room. As soon as the door shut, I slapped him as hard as I could, and ripped his shirt open buttons popping off. I raked my nails down his chest and grabbed his cock through his pants.
“Damn sweetheart, I can’t tell if you are mad or horny.”
I screamed, “Both you bastard, how dare you do that in front of my family!” I shoved him forcefully down onto the floor, and struggled with his belt no caring if my nails scraped his belly or his thighs. I ripped his pants down, and jerked my panties off. I ripped my skirt in an effort to get it off quickly. I straddled him and slammed down on his already hard cock. I was riding him hard and fast, my knees gripping his hips as I ground on him fiercely. I leaned forward and bit his shoulder hard as I slammed my soaking wet pussy on him. I came hard and fast. My nails were digging into his chest.
“Ouch you little bitch!” he growled at me.