Kelsey's confessions - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my stepbrother - Sex Stories

Kelsey's confessions - Chapter 1 - Christmas with my stepbrother

... them past the tight ring at the very opening of my vagina. Once he got past the initial tight ring, his entry became easier. “Oh god, Michael, I am so full. God you have two fingers inside of me.” Michael reached deeper inside me and explored my inner womb with his two digits as I lay on the couch, my feet planted on the floor now, bracing myself from this invasion by my stepbrother. My legs were splayed wide open, my hips arched forward accepting this intrusion into my womanhood from Michael. Michael’s two fingers had stretched me open and I was enjoying his repeated probing of my vagina. His fingers curled upward and discovered a spot on the front of my uterine wall. This was an erogenous spot that I did not even know existed. I later discovered it was my g-spot. “Oh my god, Michael… oh god, right there… oh shit,” I hissed as I lifted my bottom off the couch, arching forward to force his fingers deeper inside me, forcing him to touch me on this very sensitive and erotic spot. I reached down and grabbed his wrist, and tried to push his hand deeper inside me. I began to rock my hips in a frenzy. I could feel something building deep inside me…. something intensely pleasurable. I was losing all control of my movements as my orgasm started to build. I humped wildly against his fingers and hand. “Oh god, Michael… don’t stop… please… oh god… right there… oh fuck…” I moaned loudly as I completely lost control of myself. Michael, sensing my impending orgasm started fingering me with ...

... a violent abandon. He plunged his fingers deep inside me. pressing firmly against my uterine wall. He spread his fingers to stretch me open further. He withdrew his fingers only to suddenly plunge them back inside his older stepsister. He was punishing my swollen pussy, forcing me closer and closer to orgasm. I started to climax. I felt the first spasm crash across me. I reached up and grabbed my nipples squeezing them tightly between my thumbs and forefingers as my orgasm overtook me. I was arching my back, my buttocks was off the couch pushing forward to meet my stepbrother’s digital thrusts. My lubrication was flowing out of my youthful vagina, dripping down the crack of my ass. My aroused scent was now filling the room. “Oh god… I’m there… oh don’t stop… deeper…oh please... deeper… oh shit,” I screamed as I bucked my hips as wave upon wave of pleasure overtook me. It was my first real vaginal orgasm. I recognized the profound difference between what I experienced with me teasing my clitoris to a gentle climax with my finger tips and Michael punishing my pussy with his fingers. Yes, I had enjoyed minor clitoral climaxes as I massaged my ‘little nubbins’ in bed at night, but this was different; very different. This orgasm rocked my core as pleasurable spasms crashed across my abdomen. After the third wave of spasms overtook me, I needed to stop. I was exhausted. My belly ached. I was dizzy and felt like I might actually pass out. “Michael, you need to stop. You need to let ...