Clit Overstimulation Novels & Stories

Like a haystack, my nerves spiraled into a bunch. “You cum so hard for me.” He chuckled against my skin. “And to think that I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Lightheaded and giddy, I purred. All thoughts left me. The overstimulation of my mind hindered me from processing much. Teeth grazed me. Tongue stroked my peak. Thumb rubbed my clitoris. I was at another height of delirium.

"No. It was a while before she did it." "Okay, the clit is important, and you shouldn't neglect it, but everyone is different. Some people don't like having their clit directly stimulated. Sometimes they want the area around it stimulated instead. Their clit might be too sensitive. When you masturbate, do you immediately start rubbing your clit? Describe what you do to yourself?"

The unending vibrations stimulating my swollen clit were driving me to the edge. I couldn't take it anymore. I lost my voice. My ability to think. My vision became blurry as every second passed by. My stomach was about to release an insane ocean of orgasms. Tears poured down my face. Uncontrollable. Endless. My gaze landed on Elion, begging, crying, twitching like I was about to have a convulsion. Like I would collapse if my clit kept buzzing. But he wouldn't budge. I turned to meet his brothers.

She began to wail incoherently as he rapidly slapped her clit against himself. "FFFFUCKING CUMMINNNNNGGGG SSSOOOOOO HHHAARRDDD!!!! MOTHERFFFFUUUUCCKKERR!!!" Trish cried out as her release tore through her. Ben drove himself in and rocked his hips against hers, over stimulating her clit, as he shot his cum deep inside her. "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" Trish screamed as she overloaded. They gasped for breath as they came down from their mutual highs.

I came with a sob, hips bucking wildly against their faces and hands. They kept me there, on the edge of overstimulation, for what felt like forever. Mouths and fingers everywhere. Four hands on my tits at once. Two tongues taking turns on my clit. Fingers rotating in and out of my pussy—sometimes two, sometimes three, sometimes four stretching me open. They talked constantly, their voices low and raw. “Such a greedy little slut.” “Look how her holes are clenching.” “Bet she’d take all our cocks so well.”

Each thrust landed with a meaty smack, his pubic bone grinding my clit on the downstroke. I was shaking already. The overstimulation from the first round mixed with the fresh build-up made every nerve scream. My clit felt raw, swollen, but the pressure was building again, unstoppable. "Come again," he ordered, voice rough. "Come while I'm balls-deep in this sloppy pussy. Show me how much you still need me." I did.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse, so much it immediately started leaking out around his cock. We stayed locked like that, panting, trembling. But Alex was still hard. He set me down on shaky legs, turned me around again, and bent me over once more. “One more round. Can’t get enough of this cunt.” This time he fucked me slower but deeper, grinding against my ass, one hand choking my throat lightly while the other rubbed my oversensitive clit. The overstimulation made me whimper and moan incoherently. “Ooooh… too much ahhh… Alex… your cock is destroying me…”

My body immediately buckled up, feeling the sweet sensation drumming from that little button all the way up to my brain where it controlled all the pleasure. "This is a clit stimulator. It's a U shape sucker double vibrator for your pleasure, Muffin," "Oh," the pleasure intensified, spiraling higher and higher, like a whirlwind of ecstasy that threatened to engulf me completely. "Please, let me come," Kazimir gripped my jaw and our eyes locked. "Look at me when you come. Don't close your eyes." I felt Kallum try that black thing at my entrance and I almost shuddered. I wanted to be penetrated so bad I felt like screaming at them. "More, please,"

“This isn’t fair!” I whimper desperately, “I was high!” I’ve been spanked and worked up into an impossible lather, forced to orgasm over and over again as my mate overwhelms me with more pleasure than I can bear. I never know how Sinclair is going to punish me, and today he seems to have decided to teach me to be careful what I wish for – by giving me too much of it. Frankly I can’t decide whether it’s worse to be overwhelmed with too many climaxes or denied them until I’m a begging, babbling mess. At this point I’m so sensitive that the slightest touch can send me over the edge again, detonating in a terrifying blend of ecstacy and pain.

, Clarisse apologized unable to look at anyone in the eyes. " No ma'am, don't say that, you didn't overwork anyone ", Clinton quickly said and turned back to the doctor, " It wasn't because of stress actually ", the doctor began, "We found an overdose use of bisacodyl and Omeprazole in her body system which is equal to poison, the medication shouldn't be taken together, and it wasn't just taken, it was abused ", " What?! Why would she take that?", Clarisse asked looking concerned,