Clit Overstimulation Novels & Stories

Lance commands. " Oh God!" I cry out, my body trembling and shaking as my orgasm explodes through me. Wave after wave of ecstasy fills my body, and I cry out in pleasure. My fingers move furiously across my clit, and my back arches in response. I collapse, the aftershocks of the orgasm still wracking my body. " What a show, baby doll. You are very sexy when you come." Cliff declares and he runs his hands across my face. " This is who you are, a slut, our slut to use however we want. Never forget that." Cliff's words stir something deep inside. Without thinking, I push him and dart upstairs. I slam the door shut just in time for my tears to spill down.

He uses his arm to lift and drop me on his cock, impaling me over and over even though I have no strength left to move. The sensation is overwhelming. I feel everything and nothing at once. Pleasure so intense it crosses into pain. “One more.” His voice is wrecked now, barely holding together. “Give me one more and then I will fill this perfect cunt with my cum.” “I cannot.” I am barely conscious. “Too much. It is too much.” “You can.” His fingers find my clit again, rubbing frantically. “For me, baby. One more for me.” His touch is almost painful against my oversensitized clit but somehow it works.

Those strong gloved fingers stayed right there holding me spread wide while he examined the mess I was making. “I told you, it's a powerful fast acting sexual stimulant,” he said, voice lower now, rougher around the edges. “It’s Designed to spike arousal, sensitivity, and natural lubrication within minutes. Turns a woman’s body into a needy dripping mess so we can properly assess and treat the underlying issue. Your cunt is responding exactly the way it’s supposed to, Emma. Look how swollen your clit is already. How it’s pulsing. How your hole is clenching and leaking all over my gloves and the table.”

I start to touch myself in earnest, circling my clit with one fingertip, and the pleasure is immediate and intense — more intense than anything I've ever felt from my own hand. "Oh fuck," I gasp. "That's... that's so good..." "You've been touching yourself wrong your whole life," Jace says, stroking his cock faster now, precum dripping down his shaft. "Most women need indirect stimulation at first. Don't rub the clit directly — rub around it. Through the hood. Let the sensation build."

“Taking both her Daddies so fucking well. Look at this greedy little body.” They picked up the pace. Deeper. Harder. The swing rocked violently with every powerful thrust. Linus’s hands locked on my waist, pulling me back onto his cock. Clinton’s fingers found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, vicious circles in time with their strokes. The dual invasion and the constant pressure on my clit shoved me straight toward the edge so fast I saw stars. “Come on both of us,” Linus ordered, voice dark. “Right now. Let us feel this cunt and ass milk every inch.”