“It's only to be had in the best houses,” she declared.
“What is it?” I wanted to know.
“They call it the hedge-hog,” she replied, “but that tells you nothing. If I can get it for you, you will have to admit that India has taught you one thing worth knowing.”
A few days later she drew out the object she'd named and showed it to me; it was a silver ring with a number of very fine tiny feathers brought in all around it. The ring was not closed, and Mrs. Redfern slipped it over my thumb and said:
“There! If you use that you will make all the girls crazy for you.”
“Really,” I exclaimed, “you mean if I put it on it will give them more pleasure?”
“Try it!” she returned. “Don't tell them, but try and you will soon see that I've made you a wonder worker.”
“All right,” I said, “I'm much obliged to you, and if you turn out to be a good prophet, I'll be liberal with my rewards.”
“I'm sure you will,” she smiled, “but if you would try it the second time instead of the first, I'd feel even surer.”
“Why the second time?” I asked.
“You know perfectly well,” she exclaimed laughing. “You know that nine girls out of ten feel more the second time than they do the first, and if you use my tickler when they are already thrilling, you will have wonderful results. You wait and see!”
“I'll try it this very evening,” I said, “and tomorrow I shall let you know all about it.”
“All right,” she replied, “that will suit me. Meantime, I'm after another instrument that will surprise you still more and make every girl crazy for you.”
“Thanks to you, I laughed, “I think I shall indeed learn something memorable from India.”
“The greatest country in the world,” she said solemnly, “for love-tools, or foods, or excitants; they know more here about sex sensations and how to vivify and intensify them than anywhere else. Try my tickler and you'll see.”
That evening Winnie came to spend a couple of hours with me. At first she seemed less passionate than usualI inserted my fingers, then my cock into her pussy, to little availbut after half an hour or so of love's dalliance, when I thought she had reached the height of feeling, I slipped the ring onto my shaft and penetrated her once again.
In a moment I knew that Mrs. Redfern was justified. Almost at once Winnie spread her thighs feverishly and soon, for the first time, began to move her body uncontrollably and utter strange sounds, now whimpering, now gasping: “Oh! I can't stand it. Oh! Stop, please, or I shall go mad. Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Of course, I didn't stop. Her cries and pleas raised my level of excitation until I pistoned into her uncontrollably. All thought was driven from my head except for the overwhelming need to bury my enormous swollen cock in her tight little cunt.
The tickler had something to do with it, I dare say. The feathers all around the edge stimulated each and every nerve of Winnie's tender flesh as I fucked her. To her it must have seemed as though she were incredibly full of cock that touched her innermost recesses in new and exciting ways.
She was unable to resist the ring, and my lust, for long. I drove into her again and again, feeling the head of my instrument butting the walls of her womb, while she let down of flood of pearly nectar that inundated my candystick. As she did so, she clamped her legs around my back and drew me more deeply into her. This was the final straw, and I began to spurt into her.
When I had finished, I withdrew and removed the tickler and soon Winnie was all questions: “Why did you never make me feel so intensely before? I didn't feel particularly naughty tonight, but you made me lose all self-control. I never enjoyed it so keenly. Oh, you're wonderful, Frank. I'm all yours, you know, but now you've made me crazy. How did you do it so wonderfully?”
Of course, I kept my secret. For Winnie and me it led to an astonishing series of experiences. Passion provokes passion and when one gives intense pleasure, one is summoned to repeat the event. Again and again I used the tickler; varying the motions, the tempo of my pressures and their soft oscillation, and each time with some new thrill of delight. I often heard her cry: “Oh, you are in me and that is Paradise for me! My cunt opens to you, and at the same time you excite me, tease me so that I could bite you. When I am all yours, you make me feel most intensely: I cannot explain.”
At the same time I noticed that as her passion increased, so too did her love; she became radiant, more and more devoted to me and would wait for hours for me to see her. Indeed, it was this trait of absolute devotion which eventually led to our separation.
I resolved now to try the tickler as soon as possible with May. Somehow or other, I felt sure that May's response would be extraordinary, for though I had not yet caused her to lose control, I knew she was passionately endowed; her kisses promised much and after a few kisses she used to tremble from head to foot. It was as though her honey-colored flesh became alive. I could never forget it. So I resolved to use the hedgehog at the proper time. I would beg her to come soon and have a memorable night.
Next day, I gave Mrs. Redfern fifty pounds and asked her to bring May that night. She could not, she told me. She would have to give the girl a couple of days' notice if I wanted her for the whole night. And so it was arranged.
On the appointed evening I made everything ready, down to a divan with a rough tiger skin thrown over it. Such was to be the bower of our bliss. We would make love on the tough hide of the old jungle beast. May delighted with our couchshe couldn't withhold from fingering it with her slender brown fingers.
“I'm glad it's not alive!” she said with a laugh which was all the more attractive for its slightly Oriental quality.
I invited her to get undressed. She did so with alacrity. Once again, the sight of her naked beauty set my blood afire. She must have felt similarly, for the tips of her pert breasts were fiercely erect and the look in her eyes was one of passionate anticipation and submission. Then I lifted her warm body and laid it on top of the harshly striped tiger skin. I bent down over her pale loins and began to excite her with the tip of my tongue. By this time, the hair had grown thinly over the mound and I must say I welcomed the faint and silky chevron which did something at least to lessen the effect of the stubborn, almost unwomanly sex.
Soon she responded with an agitated movement of her haunches, breathing deeply the while and articulating soundless words with her lips. When she was quite excited, I mounted her in the normal way. I fucked her in slow, luxurious fashion, allowing the full length of my cock to enter and withdraw from her while my belly slid along hers. Our pubic bones ground together on the down stroke, and I rotated my hips and mashed myself against her so as to spread the lips of her pussy. The heat rose within me almost at once and I was hard put not to explode within her delightful grotto before we experienced greater pleasure, though I am sure she would have been just as accepting had I selfishly tended to my own needs, for that was her gracious way.
Only then, remembering the advice of Mrs. Redfern, did I attempt to use love's instrument. A few minutes later we were again thrusting passionately against one another, only this time I was armed with the feathered silver ring. She did not respond to its use as quickly as Winnie, nor as passionately. Yet, to my astonishment, she guessed what the instrument was; the priests had educated her sexually to complete understanding. Of course, when I offered her a new dress and a new hat, and a pair of gloves, I found enthusiastic response in her. May was much more susceptible to a financial manifestation of gratitude than to passion.
What curious differences there are in women. Winnie took all such gifts as a matter of course, but responded to a new touch of sensuality as a violin to the bow. Of course, it probably had something to do with the difference in station between the two girls. Passion among the Indians flows free. A gift is more appreciated in the Orient. Naturally, because of the heights of passion and abandon to which I could arouse the dear girl, I often preferred Winnie to May. I have always said that Winnie won me so completely that I never learned India thoroughly; she so obsessed me that I could spare no time for anyone else or any other thing. For those hours that we lay together entwined, I shall be forever grateful to her.