Clit Overstimulation Novels & Stories

I got a lot of pleasure in the looks he gave me when I did. Especially the heated one he thinks I haven't noticed. I’m comfortable with my body. I am who I am and if you don’t like the rolls, fuck off. But he brings out a more confident side who doesn’t even worry about my tummy area, my most hated area and its seemed to make me even more playful. “Don’t move.” He tried to order, but I was still too sensitive. I can’t do multiple at a time, especially through clit stimulation. My clit just becomes so ticklish for about ten to twenty minutes that there is no pleasure at all.

My legs shake violently, muscles twitching uncontrollably. They still don’t stop. “Please… I’m begging you” I sob, gasping desperately for air between broken moans. “It hurts so good but I can’t take any more… please, just give me one minute—” Marcus places another fresh strawberry directly on my clit. All three of them take turns sucking it off, their tongues fighting over my most sensitive spot in a relentless, wet assault. The overstimulation is brutal now. Every lick feels like fire and electricity shooting through my exhausted body.

You shatter. Cunt clamping down like a vice. Walls pulsing, milking me. Slick gushes around my cock—hot, wet, obscene. You scream—my name, or something close to it—voice cracking. Body convulsing. Toes curling so hard they cramp. Vision whites out. I don’t stop. Ride you through it—hard, deep thrusts that prolong every wave. Overstimulating. Torturing. Your clit throbs under my fingers. I keep rubbing—fast, wet, relentless.

Press the vibrator to my swollen clit. "FUCK –" My hips slam off the bed. The vibration on my oversensitive clit after edging and cumming is almost too much – the line between pleasure and overstimulation blurring instantly. My pussy grips the dildo and the combination – vibrator on my clit, dildo filling my g-spot – builds a second orgasm so fast my body doesn’t have time to brace. “Highest setting,” he says. On screen, his cock is hardening again. His hand wrapping around it. Stroking. “And fuck yourself with the toy at the same time.”

"Ah—aah—mmm" My body from trashed from the over flow of pleasure the nipple clamps brought, my thoughts were turned to mush as he continued his slow torture on my clit and nipples, I wanted him to stop but I also wanted him to continue what ever he was doing to me, the contradiction in my own body made me feel insane— it was simply maddening

The sight of it made him groan and thrust quicker and harder in content. Anna’s hips buckled, trying to reject his thrusts. He placed his hands on her hips, stilling her. Her back lifted off the bed as she fought to escape from his deep and violent thrusts. Will shook his head, unable to let her escape the pleasure. She was experiencing overstimulation which was causing her pain, but the discomfort would soon fade, leaving her with nothing but pleasure.

*Ezra begins to circle your clit with the vibrator, gradually increasing the pressure and speed. Oh god oh god oh god...it's so much...too much...! *I buck my hips wildly, unable to control my reactions as the vibrator assaults my sensitive clit. The intense stimulation is almost unbearable, pushing me to the brink of climax far too quickly.* Please...stop...I can't...I'm gonna cum... *I whine desperately, my nails digging into Ezra's shoulders as I fight the impending orgasm. But it's no use - with a keening cry, I arch my back and convulse around the vibrator, my release crashing over me in waves of ecstasy.*

He raises the rod slightly, delivering a direct, high-frequency strike right against my clitoris. "Goddam fucking fuck!" The hit makes me scream bloody wolf,not from the pain. That too. I must love pains. Fuck me. It's the electric strike. It hits my clitoris so hard I literally see white stars behind my eyelids. My upper body collapses forward as my hands slap against the floor. My thighs press tightly together in a desperate reflex as the metal wand falls to the utility tray with a heavy thud.

Adrian leaned over her, one hand bracing beside her head, the other reaching around to rub tight circles over her clit. “Come again for me,” he ordered, voice strained with effort. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock.” The dual stimulation—his relentless pounding and the skilled pressure on her clit—pushed her over the edge quickly. She shattered around him, inner walls fluttering and clenching hard. Adrian cursed, pace faltering for a moment as he rode out her orgasm.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the headboard, and rode him harder, clit grinding against his tongue. He sucked hard on my clit and I came with a muffled cry, thighs shaking around his head as I gushed all over his face. He licked me through it, greedy for every drop. But he didn’t stop. He kept eating me, fingers pumping in and out while his tongue lashed my oversensitive clit. The overstimulation made my legs tremble violently. “Too much— Dan, I can’t—” “You can,” he growled against my pussy, voice muffled. “You’re going to cum again for me. And again. Until this pussy knows exactly who it belongs to.”