Vibrating Clit Piercing Novels & Stories

She's already jerking against it and I'm having trouble keeping it on her clit. "Lie still!" I told her. "It'll only work if it stays against your clit. You can't keep bucking against it and expect it to stay in position." I move between her legs and press my forearm across her mound to hold her still, while I keep the tip of the vibrator against her clit. She's jerking and twitching from the simultaneous vibration inside her pussy and against her clit.

I pressed the vibrator directly against it, the pulses hitting like tiny shocks. "Ahh," I moaned, head tilting back as my hips rocked forward instinctively. The intermittent buzz made my inner walls clench, empty and craving. "This one's for teasing the clit— builds tension, makes you drip without mercy. Feel that pull? Like your body's begging for more, but it won't let you have it yet." I demonstrated by sliding the tip down, parting my lips to let the pulses kiss my entrance. Wetness coated the silicone, and I spread it back up, glazing my clit until it glistened.

Lisa said. Becky took hold of Lisa's slave emblem and read it. Before she released it, Lisa turned it on so it was shining, along with the collar on her neck. "So it can be read more clearly if needed in the dark," Lisa informed her. Becky touched Lisa's hood piercing. "Does this go through your clit?" "Just above it, so it rubs against it. The little weights bounce and make it almost vibrate." "I've heard piercings like this make you very horny," Becky said.

India stared at his erection and the slick spot the tip left above his navel. “Is that bad boy for me?” He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. “How about if we get your first one outta the way?” he said, reaching for the vibrator. A loud bzzzz reverberated as he cranked the vibrator on high. He placed the tip over the top of the piercing and left it there, keeping constant sensation on her clit. “Oh God, I might set the new speed record.”

The sensation was a direct line to her clit, which throbbed in sympathy. The pierced one turned the vibrator back on. He didn’t press it against her clit this time. He ran it along her inner thighs, over her stomach, around her breasts, avoiding the places she needed it most. The curved-cock man continued to knead her tits, occasionally tugging on the clamp chain.

Clone Two's moans grew louder, her tongue working Clone One's clit as her body writhed under my fingers. I pulled away from the kiss and reached for a drawer nearby, grabbing a big vibrator. It was thick and curved, with ridges along the shaft for extra sensation. I turned it on low, the steady buzz filling the room like a promise. Clone Two's eyes widened as I pressed the tip to her clit first, circling it slowly. She bucked up, a sharp cry escaping her. Then I trailed it down, pushing the head into her pussy inch by inch. Her lips stretched around it, the ridges catching on her walls as it sank deep. She took the whole length, her hips lifting to meet it, inner muscles clenching.

She pulled it out with shaking fingers. The vibrator was sleek, gunmetal gray, shaped like a thick tongue with a powerful suction cup base and a vibrating tip meant for merciless clit work. She had bought it six months ago on a drunken impulse and used it exactly twice. Both times she had come so hard she cried afterward and then felt ashamed for days. Tonight shame could wait. She hiked her skirt to her waist, sat on the closed toilet lid, spread her thighs. Black lace panties shoved to the side. She pressed the button once. Low hum. Twice. Higher. Three times. The highest setting, the one she had never dared before.

I started scratching my slippery pussy. I ran my fingers up and down my slit, gathering the wetness before circling my clit directly. The clit was swollen and hard, vibrating under my touch. I rubbed it in tight, fast circles, matching the movement of the headboard banging against the wall. Every time I heard the slap of skin on skin from the next room, I pressed down harder at the sharp jolt of pleasure.

The intricate web-like design made holding the vibrator in place easy as long as London kept her legs spread open. Once the streamer was more comfortable with both legs tied to each bedpost, she hit the start button for medium vibration intensity. London thought she might have learned how to get used to the sensations by now, but she was wrong. If anything, dealing with an increased vibration intensity only made her unable to hold back her voice. The additional restrictions meant that London had limited outlets to cope with the blinding pleasure. The suction felt stronger than before, even if London knew it wasn’t the case. The pressure on her clitoris with stronger vibration forced her toes

Paired with this white nasty dress, I figured that I could ask the delivery man which color soothes me better. After which, he will tell me which shade of each color. My clit has the darkest black piercing, the kind that shimmers yet soaks into the pit of my leaking precum. Maybe compliments it. My pierced clit is an appetizer, something that when you spank your cock on it, it spreads a dose of chilly wetness all over your bad cock. It's the same reason I don't have a bestie.