[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn748/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_1/) * [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifn9dd/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_2/) * [Part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifnap9/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_3/) * [Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifncgx/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_4/) * [Part 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ifndno/the_most_intense_four_hours_of_my_life_ff_part_5/)
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Afterwards, I lay in a helpless heap, totally unable to move. She cuddled down next to me, her hands grazing over my curves in a soothing rhythm. We might have even slept; I suspect I did, as the next thing I was aware of was the delicious chill of her glass wand tracing delicately over first one nipple, then the next.
It’s a thing of wonder, that wand; a rounded rod, with a bulb at one end, and smooth raised dots over the shaft. So simple, but so effective. The way its initial cold exaggerates every touch, and then transmutes to the familiarity of body warmth, is delightful. She trailed the tip down over my belly, over my mound, and slid the textured side down over my clit. She rested it there against me, moving it almost imperceptibly so the bumps tantalised me.
Once I was whimpering, almost purring, she pressed it against my slick opening, sliding into me in tiny increments. That precious moment of opening became minutes, an extended sensation that was almost enough to make me explode. When the bulbous end finally rested against my body, she grasped the end, withdrew it a bare fraction of an inch at that same dilatory speed- and then pushed it back into me at exactly the right angle to contact my g-spot. She kept it pressed there as the delighted arching of my back became a regular writhing and I started to fuck myself on it. Carefully, she turned it as I moved, making the bumps trace kaleidoscopic patterns inside me. My wetness was overflowing over her hand as I thrust against her, building and building, harder and faster, fucking my way to another orgasm.
It hit like a freight train, and I literally shrieked as I came, screaming, “Oh god, oh god, oh god.” My whole body shook as my pussy clenched around the smooth stiffness inside.
But she wasn’t done with me yet. With slow motions, she started to move, so that she was fucking me with the wand, instead of me fucking it. I gasped, and unconsciously tried to pull back. She reassured me by resting a hand on my belly, and kept her movements controlled. Quicker than I could believe, with her fingers on my clit and the textured bumps moving constantly over my g-spot, she had me right back up at the heights of pleasure.
I came harder than I ever had before, gushing over her hand. I heard her breathing change and felt her hands shake with her own excitement. I was sated, and almost unable to move, but I reached for her, determined to make her feel just as incredible as I did.
“Shh,” she said, and stroked my hair. “We’ve got time.”
My stomach rumbled as if in response, and she laughed. “Stay there,” she said. “I’ll make breakfast.” She pressed a kiss to my sweaty forehead, and slipped from the bed.
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