On Sara's face, and all across the tableware

Sara knew how dirty you felt to cum on her forehead, cheeks and eyelashes, so giggling she shifted her soft hips around in her chair while diddling her twat and prompted before you could ask:

"You want to cum on my face?!" a devilish husky throat laugh followed it out. It was so dirty that her family was wanking themselves off to this, now. With Rachel's lips around her husband's nipples while she manhandled his angry shaft, and Tamara and Cole's pace indicating they were near orgasm and didn't want it to ever stop.

"It's so dirty that your family is enjoying this so much!" You said as you stood and walked around, savouring every stroke of your long, slippery cock. Feeling the eyes of this group on him was incredible. 'Look at me!' You think, pushing out your chest and spreading your legs near the head of the table in front of Sara.

"Yeah it is look how horny we all are!" She laughed widely as she leaned her face into your cock, her legs spread and her perfect pussy and arsehole visible and both soaking wet from the intense, sustained ****. "Cum on me in front of my mum and dad!" Her moaning pleas and the sound of your hand pistoning wetly away in the comfortable dining area was rapture!

Her twin sister twitched and broke, cumming just before you. drooling and staring mostly at her sister degrading herself. Tamara looked in awe of the wanton act. Then as your first spurt left your cock and plastered itself across Sara's face and deep into her hair, you moaned an almost cry and caught Cole spraying a fountain in his seat. Your 4 thick, heavy, long ropes completely coated Sara's face, causing her slippy pussy to quiver under her fast fingers and she started to roll her eyes back in her head and whimper. tears in her eyes from the orgasm and from the cum.

Cole's spray was different than yours, dozens upon dozens of tiny splashing droplets flung in every direction for several seconds while his blurred hand worked over his rigid stake. Hunched as he was, he spattered his dinner plate and cutlery mostly, but almost everyone still sitting at the table was hit. None cared except to feel its warmth and shiver in filthy pleasure.

Standing slackly, shellshocked from the still abating waves of hormonal solace and the intoxicating power of releasing how you want, when you want, regardless of who was around, you stare at this gorgeous, incestuous family. This would not get old. You then started feeling another warmth, and needed another form of release.

The pressure in your bladder you knew would come, began to rise.

You turned your hips and shifted his feel very slightly to be standing full at the head of the table now. Your not-wilted cock, now resurging throught the pressure of your hose being primed, hovering un-handed like a boom as it swayed and swung a good distance above the tabletop.

You felt the anticipation in the room, you were feeling it too. 'is it going to happen? how will it feel? will it make me explode?' it felt to you as though it should. This was going to change your life as much as anything else that had happened today. Although truth be told, you'd been waiting for this in secret for much longer even than your fantasy of masturbating as and when the mood struck.

Your cock bucked as the stream splashed. It was powerful, arcing back and forth from your unhoisted, unsecured cock. Both of the soft pale bodies to your left became completely soaked, Tamara and Sara seeming to bask in the feeling of red hot piss blanketing them completely, faces, hair, tits and arses. The weren't masturbating anymore but clearly Tamara like his girlfriend liked to sit in a provocative and sexy manner regardless of her own arousal, as they turned their backs smightly to let the rivulets of piss run down them, Cole and their parents took their opportunities to stand, and apparently decided not to adopt your new ritual, of pissing on the table, but instead as you collapsed back down into your chair, panting heavily and staring at Tamara and Sara and their lust-filled gazes, the rest simply pissed themselves while gathering up the dinnerware and beginning the process of washing the dishes.