Clit Overstimulation Novels & Stories

Keyboard Overkill

That therapist I saw first year had a word for it. Hypersexuality, she called it. An intense, almost compulsive need for sexual stimulation. I called it being honest about what my body wants. But this? Standing in a stranger’s doorway, watching him stroke himself to the worst moment of my life while my body gets wet? This is fucked up. Even for me. So why can’t I stop? Why are my fingers already pushing past my soaked panties, finding my swollen, aching clit? His eyes catch the movement of my hand, and something feral flashes across his face.

I nodded along, recognizing the terms, although it was starting to get a little difficult to focus since her hand hadn't stopped stroking my cock, even if she was going fairly slowly. "The clit is probably the easiest and most effective way. If you grind your palm into me like this you can loosely stimulate it to kick things off and turn me on. Since I already am though, you could try sliding a finger or two inside. Just stretching me open will feel nice, and since your fingers are longer than mine you can probably do a better job of playing with my g-spot."

The hospital is aware of his Autism, but he is much more cautious about being open there, as their is an underlying fear that his peers will see him and think less of him. What coping mechanisms do they use for dealing with overstimulation? Overstimulation is a big issue for a lot of Autistic people, as well as basically any person with mental health struggles, and can even affect neurotypical people. Basically, overstimulation is when the circumstances surrounding an individual are so overwhelming that the Autistic person is unable to process the environment. A person can feel angry, sad, depressed, or other negative forms of emotions about their current standing and often times their actio

Additionally, the emphasized cries brought on by the need of the flesh tempt us to accelerate, fortify, and intensify our enjoyment. I kept climbing up and down on Clifford, speeding up even more as I heard him yelling out curse words one after another. He appeared to be at a loss for words due to the mouth-watering sensation. I could make out his pleased, inebriated eyes as he watched me pound on top of him. I'm still not happy about that. I kept going as I gently rose my two hands and moved them up my stomach until they reached my own mountain. Then, in front of him, it was softly compressed and massaged.

I nearly scream out my lungs but it only comes out as a muffled gasp through the thong. My core clenches around his fingers and he reaches around to rub my clit furiously as I writhe and twist against him. Then, “Mason! I’m coming. Mason, please…Ungh..slow down…” He doesn’t listen. Neither does he slow down. I dig my fingers into his arms and collapse against him as my climax explodes within me so hard, I see stars. Mason continues to torture and stroke my clit, not giving me the chance to recover. “Mason, please. I’m sensitive. Please…”

Then I felt a vibrator right against my clit and I cried out in pleasure, arching my back as he increased the speed to medium. “D-davin please…” I begged, my eyes watering from feeling overstimulated. “It's too much… too much…” If he had listened, I would have been mad. But when he increased the speed of the vibrator to the highest, I felt like I would explode at the pleasure that burst through my sensitive clit. “Oh f-fuck… I'm gonna c-cum—” “Don't you dare cum until I tell you to.” He growled, his tongue lapping my pussy lips while the vibrator continued to stimulate my clit.

A fifth orgasm began to build in my lower abdomen from the force of his thrusts, and I wanted to cry from the amount of sensations that overwhelmed me from being overstimulated. Come on blondy, cum with me. His hand came down and he started making circular movements with his hand. I contracted tightly around him; I felt the brunette leave my interior and place the tip of his cock on my clitoris, the hot liquid hitting that sensitive place; the only thing it did was prolong my orgasm. I felt both of their cums gush all over my body; I was shaking all over; there was no way I could get out of this bed on my own, my pussy was throbbing from overstimulation, and I felt my eyes start to close.

Not my thick lips. But my damn engorged, bloody clit! I gasp, loudly. Shamelessly. “Ahhh—“ My stomach draws up, back pins to the table. The buzzing intensifies just as the vibrator presses hard on my clit. Too hard that it squashes it beneath its vibrating silicone. That it leaves me gasping for air and fighting invisible forces. My pussy is fucking stimulated but my clit dulls out the painful pleasure. It’s like it needs more to even purr and drip.

"Combined stimulation. See if overwhelming the nervous system triggers anything." She kept her right hand working the anal passage—four fingers, steady pressure. Then brought her left hand to the girl's clit. Started circling. Firm pressure. The same rhythm that had almost brought her to orgasm before. The girl's body jerked slightly. Confused signals—pain and pleasure simultaneously. "Heart rate spiking," Isabella murmured. "Breathing erratic. Body doesn't know which response to prioritize." She continued both. Fingers stretching the damaged tissue while stimulating the clit. Pushing the body to its limits.