Boundaries Blurred at Family Dinner

My 33-year-old girlfriend's 19-year-old little sister just loved my penis under the table at dinner when she sat beside me. Everyone was there all of my girlfriend's family was there.

The dinner table was crowded—plates clinking, laughter ringing, my girlfriend’s family oblivious. Her little sister, Mia, slid into the seat beside me, her knee brushing mine under the table like it was an accident. Except it wasn’t. She was nineteen, all tight jeans and fuck-me eyes, her bare foot tracing my calf while her parents talked. Then her hand landed on my thigh, fingers inching higher, bold as hell. I glanced at my girlfriend—busy arguing with her brother—while Mia’s nails dug in, teasing the bulge in my pants. Her fingers unzipped me slow, eyes locked on mine as she pulled my cock free under the table. Warm fingers wrapped around me, stroking, her thumb smearing pre-cum over the head. I gritted my teeth, fork clenched in my fist, while she worked me with zero shame. She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "You like showing off for me?" Her grip tightened. No one noticed. No one had a clue. Her other hand grabbed my wrist, dragging my fingers under her skirt—no panties, just slick heat. "Dessert first," she whispered.

Make it more explicit, has she jerks me off under the table I begin to cum all over myself and her and I don't know what I'm going to do to clean it off. Then she comes up with an idea and drops her fork under the table and she goes to get it. She begins licking my dick and cleaning the cum off with her tongue.

--- Mia’s hand moved faster under the table, her fingers slick with my pre-cum. The friction was unbearable—her grip tight, her thumb circling the head just right. My jaw clenched as heat surged through me, my cock twitching in her palm. Then I was coming, hard, stripes of cum coating my stomach, my shirt, her wrist. She didn’t stop, milking every last drop until I was shaking. “Fuck,” I hissed, barely keeping my voice down. Mia smirked, letting go with a slow drag of her fingers. Then—clatter—her fork hit the floor. “Oops,” she said, loud enough for the table, before ducking beneath it. Her hands slid up my thighs, her breath hot against my skin. Then her tongue—wet, relentless—licked a stripe up my shaft, cleaning me off with slow, deliberate strokes. She took the head between her lips, sucking gently, her tongue swirling until every drop was gone. Above us, forks scraped plates. No one noticed. No one knew. Mia pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Better?” she murmured, all innocence when she resurfaced.

Make it more explicit , then to my surprise me it turns around under the table and hikes her skirt up to her waist pulling her panties to the side and sliding my dick inside of her wet pussy fucking me until I cum all inside of her pink hot little fuck hole. I didn't think I could go anymore but then with her tongue and mouth she showed me I could get hard again. When I was fully hard again in it she turns around again and puts me inside of her asshole

Mia didn’t hesitate—twisting under the table, she hiked her skirt up to her waist, fingers hooking into the lace of her panties and dragging them aside. The wet heat of her pussy glistened in the dim light, already swollen, already begging. She reached back, guiding my cock with slick fingers before sinking onto me in one relentless slide, her cunt clenching tight as she took me to the hilt. A gasp caught in her throat, her hips rolling slow at first, savoring the stretch, then snapping harder, faster, her ass slapping against my thighs with every sharp downward grind. I bit back a groan, thrusting up into her, my hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise. She rode me like she owned me—every slick slap of skin, every choked-off moan muffled against my shoulder. Her nails raked down my chest, her breath coming in ragged pants as she fucked herself on me, tight and wet and so goddamn greedy. I could feel the tension coiling low in my gut, the pressure building until my cock pulsed inside her, spilling deep with a rough gasp. Her pussy milked me through it, fluttering around my shaft as I emptied myself in thick, hot pulses. But Mia wasn’t done. Her mouth found my cock again, tongue lapping up the mess—her own slick mixed with my cum—lips sealing around me with filthy, sucking pulls until I was hard again in seconds, aching and throbbing in her mouth. She pulled off with a slick pop, her breath warm against my wet skin, then turned without warning, pressing the head of my cock to her tight, untouched asshole. "Try this," she whispered, voice thick with need, and sank down, inch by obscene inch. The resistance was brutal, delicious—her body stretching around me, her sharp inhale trembling into a whimper. She took me deeper with every slow rock of her hips, her back arching, her fingers digging into my knees for leverage. The first full thrust punched a ragged moan from her lips, the tight heat of her ass swallowing me whole. I didn’t last. The friction alone was enough to wreck me, her body clenching rhythmically around my cock as I fucked up into her, hard and fast, until my release hit like a shockwave. I came harder than before, cock jerking inside her as I filled her up, my cum spilling hot and thick, pushing back out around my shaft in sticky rivulets. Mia shuddered, her muscles quivering as she clenched down, milking me dry until I was spent, panting, my hands shaking where they gripped her hips. Above us, the clink of silverware. The murmur of conversation. And beneath the table—her ass still stretched around my cock, my cum dripping slow and filthy down her thighs—Mia smirked like she’d won.

Has she pulled off of my cock her asshole dripping wet with cum and sinking back to its normal size she pulled her panties up around it with the cum still dripping from her into her panties and smiled at me and she came up from under the table then Christ will excuse herself with her little wicked smile still looking at me God I never felt like that before and don't think I ever will again but I dream about it every night.

Mia rose from under the table, her panties already soaked, cum leaking through the damp fabric as she smoothed her skirt down. The heat of her ass still clung to my cock, the memory of her tightness seared into my skin. "Excuse me," she murmured to the table, that same wicked curve on her lips—like she knew exactly how ruined I was, how wrecked she’d left me. Her fingers brushed my shoulder as she passed, deliberate, lingering. I could smell her—sweat, sex, my come—as she walked away, her hips swaying just enough to remind me exactly what she’d just taken from me. Twice. The chair scraped as I shifted, my cock still half-hard, aching. Above me, the conversation rolled on, oblivious. But all I could think about was the slick slide of her ass around me, the way she’d clenched when I came inside her—how fucking *good* it had felt to empty myself that deep. I slumped back, breath ragged. I’d never been so thoroughly used. And I knew—fuck, I *knew*—I’d be dreaming about the way she looked walking away, dripping, for a long damn time.

Mia disappeared toward the restroom, the faintest hitch in her step betraying the soreness between her thighs. I watched her go—her skirt clinging where my cum had seeped through, the damp lace of her panties pressing against her skin with every step. My fingers twitched, craving the heat of her again already. When she returned, her lips were freshly glossed, her hair smoothed back into place, but the flush on her chest gave her away. She slid into her seat beside me, her knee brushing mine under the table—just enough pressure to make my cock throb. “You’re insatiable,” I muttered, low enough for only her to hear. Her fingers traced the rim of her wineglass, slow and deliberate. “And you’re still hard,” she shot back, her voice a taunt. “Guess I didn’t finish the job.” The conversation around us droned on, but all I heard was the slick, filthy memory of her ass swallowing me whole. Mia crossed her legs, the movement pressing her thigh against my still-tented slacks. “Later,” she promised, eyes dark. “I want you to fuck my mouth next.”