"Well I've never had the chance to have sex outside the house..."

"...But I've masturbated at the University a lot." You confess nervously at first, but more confidently as your cock hardens at the newfound freedom to share. "I get really horny, lots of the time, and there's just nothing I can do but take my dick out-" Your boldness and arousal is a feedback loop, making your body hotter and pushing you to say naughtier things. Their engaged and horny expressions are throwing dry grass on the fire and it is hard for you to stop the tumble of words. "-And spray as much cum as I can, wherever I can."

You take a deep breath and forcibly relax yourself into the chair, trying to make your mouth chew while your mind reels at the thrill of saying this to your girlfriend's beautiful family.

They were breathing deep. All of them, you notice. The whole table, you included, are exchanging glances and there's and glint and a hungry lust you realise must be in your own eyes, too. Sara's mother speaks first.

"So you really, really like to wank?" She dripped the words out and let it hang for a second, your breath catching. Though you want to respond, you don't actually manage to move or make a sound. Her gaze seems to read your wish for her to know, though. "I think you know our rules here well enough by now. If you want to take your fingers and grip your lovely long meat and show us all how dirty you talk when you cum,-"

Sara was now biting her lip and sucking in air. Her brow furrowed to the centre and her face weak and beautiful with open want and surrender, her soft pale fingers stroked and kneaded upward and outward repeatedly, supporting and pulling on her softer, paler breasts from beneath. The pink, taut nipples at the tip getting flicked by her fingers as they passed. You'd never felt more in common with another group of people before.

"-then feel free to jerk off whenever you want to." She then winked as your hand went to your rigid cock and your whole body shivered at your own touch. The cold sensation of the quivering and their eyes on you was shocking for a moment. You were naked! Reclining as far as you could in a dining chair, a half remembered, less than half eaten dinner sat still warm before you, and despite the breeze from the small air unit touching every part of your body from your slightly-off-the-chair asshole to the soles of your feet, Sara's entire family was watching hungrily and running hands across their bodies.

You've been terrified of being caught or seen like this your whole life, but instead of fear or embarrassment, the powerful sensation of being encouraged by their open gazes and reassuring half-nods, not to spring your hand away from the base of your throbbing cock, but instead to purposefully and slowly give it the first stroke of the rest of its life.

"And of course, you can jerk off to what ever you want to." Sara added with another wink, as you become aware of a trickling, splashing sound and the feel of droplets on your spread feet.

With your chair back as far as it is and your low position in it, it's no difficulty to see the almost clear stream flowing between Tamara's spread legs and splashing amid eveyone's bare feet beneath the table. Cole grunted a slow approving chuckle as his stance matched yours and he openly stroked his dick. Spreading his precum around the head and craning his neck down and to the side to stare at his sister's perfect pussy and the stream she was casually letting out. It seemed like a long one.

Tamara's face was interesting, though, and it unexpectedly had you putting a little more care and savour into your already smooth wanking action. Her eyes half closed, she'd collapsed forward slightly with her tongue drooling out of her mouth as she groaned with relief and pleasure.

You feel like you'll definitely need to piss once you've cum, maybe it would be fun to just do it right here. Another unexpected surge of pleasure as that sentence in your mind pushes you pretty close to the edge. As Tamara's stream dwindles you decide that if these people are offering you the freedom to do what you want, then you're going to ask for what you really want.