I blame the internet myself. People see things on it and it gives them ideas. They see an animation and want to have a go themselves. Outcome the cameras and along come the accidents. Especially, it seems, when people have had a drink or two.
My sister and some of her friends fell into that trap. They were having a bit of a party at our house. The parents and I were out for the night and the girls had been drinking. It turned out that one of the girls had seen a naughty animation at some site she visited. She showed it to the others and someone had wondered how they'd compare to the people in the animation. They decided to find out.
Things started to go wrong for them when the friend I was visiting started to feel off. That's a polite way of saying he was sick as a dog. He'd eaten something that had disagreed with him and his body was taking steps to eject it, from both ends, simultaneously and explosively. I left him to the tender care of his parents and went home.
I came in quietly, not wanting to disturb the girls. The music was blaring in the front room and I glanced in as I passed by. Then I stopped and took a good look.
Including my sister, there were six attractive young women in the room, with an average age of just under nineteen. They were also stark naked, facing the couch and wiggling their bottoms in time to the music, displaying their sex to any lucky young man who happened to wander past.
I took a quick look around and saw my sister's iPhone propped up on a shelf recording the image. They could call it posteriors for posterity. A hate to have to admit it, but I recognised the pose. I'd seen the animation on a certain soft porn site that I sometimes visit.
Now while it was quite all right for strangers to pose like that and show off their all, when it's your sister you see things a little differently. I strolled over to the iPhone, switched it off and pocketed it. I then switched off the stereo.
"Hi, girls," I said into the sudden silence. "Don't move. You all stay precisely the way you are until I say otherwise."
There was a series of horrified squeals and six pale faces looked over six shoulders and saw me standing their admiring the view. The six pale faces changed to six blushing red faces and there was a general move to start covering up.
"I said stay as you were," I snapped. "And I have the camera and the video in case you're wondering."
"What do you want, Alan," snapped my sister, trying to put a brave face on it.
"Not sure," I said, "but I'll work something out."
I strolled over behind her and my hand came around hard and fast and landed full on her bottom. She was going to have a nice red hand-print there.
"You can now turn around and sit down, you infernal idiot," I told her, "while I attend to your friends."
Hey, she was my sister. Like I'm going to grope her. The others, however, were a different thing altogether.
I strolled slowly along the line of bottoms, taking time to cup and squeeze each mound so thoughtfully displayed. It was an interesting exercise. Two of the girls cringed away with little wails. One had no noticeable physical reaction, although she did let out a little yip of protest. The last two, however, actually kept their mouths shut and pressed their pussy's against my hand as I squeezed them.
I emulated the pat I gave my sister on the two cringers. Or, if you want to argue semantics, I smacked their bottoms hard. Then I told them to sit down as well. I considered the young lady who hadn't reacted physically and decided she was ruled out. Another hard spank and another girl was sitting down.
I was now left with two candidates. I thoughtfully rubbed the two available pussies again, considering the reactions. Both pushed against me, but when I slipped a finger into them there was a subtle difference. One young lady was, I was fairly sure, a virgin. Not so the other. A spank and I was left with one young lady.
I stood there, absentmindedly rubbing her mound, while I read the girls the riot act. I was not polite. I was rude, arrogant and insulting, but they all got the idea. I disapproved of their behaviour.
"It seems to me that you need a reminder of just what your pussy is for," I finished up.
Debra was the girl who was still having some attention lavished on her mound. She was writhing slightly under my insistent touch, trying to draw away from it while at the same time finding her body was quite keen to keep the contact going. She guessed what I was getting at immediately.
"If you think you're going to rape me you can bloody well think again," she snapped.
"Thought never crossed my mind," I assured her. "I was thinking more along the lines of using you to further everyone's education. I thought that as we're a democratic country I'll put it to a vote and see if the others think I should service you."
One of the girls, Wendy, giggled. She was the one who had also pressed her pussy against my hand when I'd cupped her.
"By service, you mean fuck," she said. "I think it's a good idea. I've never seen someone have a cock stuck in them."
The girls had had a few drinks. Now that Wendy had cast her vote they were suddenly curious. In very short order the vote was five to one that I take Debra, with Debra being the lone holdout.
Even though Debra had voted no, she was still bent over the couch, bottom up and legs slightly parted. As far as I was concerned her presenting of herself for me to take far outweighed her vote of no.
I unzipped and five young ladies were staring hard at my erection, waiting. The sixth was my sister. She was staring at Debra, watching her face as she waited for me to take her. Debra's was looking over her shoulder at me, or at my erection really. Her eyes were wide as I neared her. She wore a hunted look, looked at the girls watching avidly and then faced front, waiting.
As far as I was concerned, if she didn't want me all she had to do was stand up, or roll over and sit on the couch. She did neither, just waited, giving a little squeak as I eased her lips apart, but not giving a word of protest as I started to sink into her.
I only pushed in a little before pausing, giving Debra one last chance to protest. When no protest came I reached around her to take hold of her breasts, then I drove in hard and fast, sinking my full length into her.
Debra squealed as I drove solidly home, but it certainly didn't sound like a squeal of protest. Actually, she wasn't the only one to squeal. I was actually greeted by a small chorus of squeals and gasps as I plunged in.
Although I was concentrating on Debra I did notice that several of the girls had their hands between their legs and seemed to be slowly rubbing themselves. The smell of sex was suddenly very evident. All the girls were now somewhat excited.
I started pumping Debra, pulling almost fully out and then driving home hard. She was gasping and pushing back firmly to meet me, her bottom bouncing up and down eagerly. We built up a nice rhythm, and I was having a fine time, enjoying the feel of Debra moving with me and also, in a narcissistic sort of way, enjoying the way the other women were watching me take Debra.
Debra and I weren't the only two breathing hard at this point.
I was still taking my time, driving in hard and fast, but not really hurrying things along to a climax. I didn't mind taking some time to get Debra well and truly aroused and ready.
It was damn near a tragedy, from my point of view. I don't often misjudge a woman's readiness, but I completely missed the boat where Debra was concerned. All I could put it down to is that the pre-sex shenanigans for the camera had got her a whole lot more worked up than I'd realised.
Everything was going along nicely, with Debra pushing back hard as I took her, then she stopped, gave a shudder, closed down tightly around my cock and squealed loud and long as a climax ripped through her.
And me not nearly ready.
