Her mind staggered. He was finally inside her! Not the part of him that she really wanted, but his finger was at that moment right inside her body. She was so happy that he was doing this to her, for her. She flexed some muscles in her groin, causing the flesh under his hand to move. He responded with the finger; slowly pushing deeper into her groin and into her vagina. Her hands left the bedpost and fell to her sides, clawing at the bed in her passion. Her vagina was twitching in time with her heartbeat, each time more liquid seeped out to stain the material an even darker black. She felt with astonishing clarity the progress his finger made into her ever grateful body, and remembered the last time a finger had been inside her vagina; when she was fourteen; her own finger then. She had been obsessed with sex then, not wanting to wait until she was permitted for her pleasures. In the lonely bed of her pubescent youth, self-penetration was an everyday occurrence, most days more than once. She was no virgin; she demanded much of her husband during the night hours. For all this experience, however, she was still an uncontrollable nymphomaniac, each time the feelings were more intense, more pleasurable.

Her mind jerked back to the present, as his palm pressed into her swollen, pulsing clitoris while his finger sought for depth in the warm folds of her body. Right up to the knuckle, into her body. Motion, in her vagina. His finger bending towards… Crash! His finger touched, only for a split second, the leathery g-spot on the wall of her vagina. Nerve impulses rushed through her body, demanding some sort of response for this deeply provocative feeling. He was touching her core; the thing that was most fundamentally hers. She wanted to share it with him; offer herself to him so as to allow him to take part in this most personal experience. Then the finger touched again and held there, stroking very slowly across the g-spot. In between gulps of air, she managed to scream, at the top of her voice. Such a tiny motion, in a tiny part of her, stimulating such an incredible response. She screamed again and again as he calmly touched and touched. She clawed the bed-sheets, and her legs clamped together and were held out stiff, all from this one touch. She had only fundamental control of her body; no voluntary movement was possible. She slowly wrested control of her limbs and her breathing again, and screams turned into moans.