As Lenora worked enthusiastically along Lenny's gently sloping flanks, kissing and caressing and brushing burning nerve ends with her cool, wet lips – as she did these things, she whispered a secret into Lenny's ear.
"You – you beautiful cocksucking creature – you're doing great – but please, please don't let up – you've got to make them go out of their minds or they'll have you killed. Believe me, Lenny, I know what's happening. It's too important… I love you… it's too important to them to let anyone out of here who knows what you know about Louie and… and things…"
Lenny didn't care. She knew what she wanted. She would not be content until she had completed a sensual extravaganza that could never be duplicated in a thousand years. She wanted to take the throne of erotica. She had to. Not because of the threat of death from Boss Carl, but because of a wild compulsion within herself. She tossed her lovely long mane of blonde hair and stood quickly.
"We don't have time to talk," she hissed under her breath as she took Lenora into her arms. "We only have time to love!" Then Lenny kissed the gypsy girl hungrily on the lips, letting her tongue dive and search into the other girl's soft, wet mouth. There was a taste of clover in the harem leader's lips – the taste of the ancient natural lust.
They stood there on the stage for a moment, embracing and kissing. Working their tongues deeply and ferociously into one another, while their restless hands fondled and probed at the exquisite bodies.
Then Lenny pulled away. She commanded Lenora to undress completely. The gypsy girl went into an agile, violent dance – whirling like a dervish. She was spinning so fast that her features became a recurring blur – clothes and filmy garments scattered on all sides.
"Feel yourself, gypsy!" Lenny cried.
The gorgeously shaped dark-skinned woman began to probe at her open, spilling cunt with avaricious fingers. She closed her eyes and stood swaying back and forth in a transport of passion.
"Stay there till I need you!" Lenny shouted triumphantly. Then she began to dance about the white goat; teasingly thrusting her hips at the creature, shooting lightly under his belly to kiss his long and wicked looking prong.
Her eyes opened, Lenora was so excited by the vision of the blonde dancer beginning to seduce the goat that she cried out in ecstasy. Her thighs shone with the woman fluids that had run down from her burning vulva.
"Now!" Lenny cried. "Now, Lenora! Strip me! Take my clothes off! Take my skirt off! Take my panties off and kiss my lower lips!"
Leaping to action, Lenora swung her dark body down to its knees before the swaying figure of Lenny Morgan. The gypsy girl kissed the soft swelling of Lenny's tummy, tonguing the navel lovingly as the dark fingers worked to unhook the fastener of the mini-skirt.
The skirt fell away with a floating motion; quickly Lenny kicked the garment aside.
"The panties!" she cried out to the swarthy, dusky Lenora, "Pull down my little panties and kiss my cunt, and kiss it, and kiss it!"
The harem leader did as instructed. Tenderly her fingers caught the edge of the elastic waistband and lifted it over her swelling hips of the blonde dancer. She pulled the panties down over the commanding thighs and over the knees – and finally the panties were completely free of the luscious body of Lenny Morgan.
Lenora hugged the panties to her full, red lips and kissed them fervently. "I love you!" the gypsy cried out, "I adore you! I worship you! You are so beautiful!"
But Lenny had new orders for this exotic woman. Just as Lenora's passionate lips touched Lenny's furry treasure, Lenny barked out a command.
"The goat!" she screamed out, "caress the goat! Jerk and pull and kiss his big, ugly cock!"
Without a second's hesitation, the dark-skinned woman sprang under the goat's belly and began to work his cock in her fingers. She saw it swell and grow stiffer – she grasped it firmly in one hand and inserted it in her voluptuous mouth. With all the passion and energy of a thousand centuries of lusting gypsies, Lenora devoured the beast's randy cock. She worked her head up and down on its length, trying to drive it deeper and deeper into her mouth.
As she did this, Lenny sidled up to the goat's head. The animal was bleating and shuffling its excitement. It raised its muzzle and sniffed at the secreting vulva that was so suddenly thrust into its face. It lunged the bared head at the cleft. It sniffed and lapped – and then it began to eat at the pubic hairs.
As it pulled the hairs roughly out, Lenny let out a mournful cry of passion. Clutching the ram by the horns, the sensual blonde pressed its head deep into her crotch.
In the audience, harem girls were tumbling together now. Taken completely by the wondrous sights before their eyes, the lovely young women began to grope frankly for one another. Hands searching tentatively into wet cunt mouths, then driving more boldly, more frankly. Women began to moan and cry out together in passion. One girl was lying prone on her belly between another's legs, sucking and kissing at the open lips of a red-haired vulva.
Boss Carl let his trench coat fall open. He did not move his hand toward the prick that swelled upright between his thighs. He was not convinced yet.
The goat came in a torrent of white geysers. Lenora took each into her mouth and swallowed. Her eyes were glazed with the fire of desire.
Lenny felt the change in the animal and pushed him away, for she did not want anything that was not red hot.
In the corner, Lenny spied the sluggish boa constrictor that Lenora had deposited. She sprang toward it like a fiend of passion. With a great swooping of her arms, the blonde caught the immense snake and lifted it as though in offering.
She was too aroused now to have any fear of this thick and powerful snake. She carried it over her head to the edge of the dais and stood facing the audience with a triumphant leer on her dazzling features.
Beads of sweat glistened on her brow as she lowered the monstrous reptile to the plush red cushions.
She began to stroke the beast, caressing it as though it were a gigantic phallus, as though she hoped the entire eight feet of boa constrictor would become stiff and hard in readiness for love-making.
The snake stared blankly up at her – it did not mind being caressed.
With a gurgle of desire, Lenny Morgan grasped the flat head of the reptile and began to move it slowly toward the open lips of her cunt. The beast began to flick its tongue out, searching for bearings in this most unusual situation.
"Good grief!" mumbled Lyle Montagne, unable to control himself any longer. "Oh sweet cunt, what is she doing?" He could not believe his eyes as he saw the long red tongue of the enormous reptile flick up into Lenny's waiting cunt. She was moaning and thrusting her hips at every questing flick of the knife-like tongue.
Even Lenora, the passion-flower of the gypsies, stared in awe and disbelief as the head of the beast disappeared into Lenny's open mouth of womanhood. The snake's entire head was now searching deep into the dark, wet world of the blonde dancer's cunt!
But the eyes that watched with aroused awe were not only human. The giant sloth, which now hung suspended from the harness at the left center of the dias, also watched with unusual interest. Indeed, the lethargic Droopy had never seen anything like this. He craned his neck so, from the inverted position which he always preferred, that the sailor hat slid from his head. His large, baleful eyes blinked in absolute bewilderment.
Beneath the flap of his bell-bottomed sailor trousers, a faint bulge could be detected; a faint bulge that was rapidly growing.
Lenny, with the great reptile's head still probing about her womb, noticed Droopy's interest. A flush of pride filled her chest. She was on the verge of victory! If she could only arouse this slothful beast, she would be safe – and rich – and famous!
Slowly, tantalizingly, Lenny extracted the snake's head from her vulva. The eyes, perpetually open, contracted in the sudden light – the tongue still flicked and searched round the lips of the vagina.
"Mmmmm," Lenny crooned, "Yum, yum, yummmmmm!" With that, she began to slowly push the snake's head back up into her wet, soft vulva. Gradually, the flicking red tongue disappeared from sight.
Then the huge, flat head of the boa constrictor – then several inches of the stout neck.
Boss Carl shifted in his seat. It was becoming almost impossible for him to control himself. Beside the heavy-built baron of the underworld, Lyle Montagne had already wet his trousers with hot come. Louie, usually the very soul of discretion, was struggling desperately with himself to keep from leaping discourteously onto the harem girls.
Lenny finally removed the sluggish boa from her womb and turned toward the now aroused sloth.
Indeed, Droopy had so roused himself that the twitching and shifting of his massive body might have led one to believe that he was going to forsake his inverted position and shuffle clumsily across the floor to Lenny.
But such a forward gesture was unnecessary. Still moving in rhythm to the music, Lenny advanced on the slow creature with the gestures of a consummate vamp. She began to stroke the soft fur beneath Droopy's chin. He moaned and grunted with the sloth equivalent of passion. The bulge beneath the button flap of his blue sailor trousers threatened now to rip clear through the material, exposing the giant erection to the inflamed air of the stage.
"Lovely little Droopy…"
Droopy moaned and reached out tentatively with a massive paw.
Lenny bent over the great animal and began to hurriedly unbutton the flap of his trousers. There were thirteen buttons, in her haste and desire the blonde dancer ripped four of them completely from the material.
The monstrous cock bounced free of restraint at last. Even the cavorting harem girls had to gasp at its size. With a screech of joy, Lenny took the entire instrument into her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. The slurping was audible even in the very back of the hall – her passion was so great by this time.
Droopy too, was transported by a rare stirring of sexual desire. He whoosed and whoofed and thrust his heavy rear section up at Lenny's mouth.
Having absorbed all these sensations so deeply, the young blonde woman was on the thrilling verge of a thundering climax. She could wait no more! She leapt astride the great beast as he hung upside down on the harness. Wrapping her long and shapely legs around the beast's midriff, she was able to settle her open cunt down onto the huge organ. It was a tight fit that stretched the walls of her sensitive vagina almost painfully wide – but the twinges raced down her nerves the center of her joy.
An immense passion contorted her face as she felt the huge weapon pierce her very quickly. She opened her mouth to scream, but could only gasp in ecstatic delight. Never had so much male meat gone so far into her well of womanhood.
Droopy, the giant sloth, was also impressed.
The feeling of Lenny's cunt walls pressing so tightly against his flaming cock must have kindled an ancient fire. For with the sudden burst of shuddering and sloth-groanings, the immense beasts shot geysers of hot sperm up into the woman's receptacle.
Together, the two lovers sang out the agony and the joy of their climax.
Boss Carl could hold himself no longer, and a spurting of sticky white sperm rained down unmercifully on his open trench coat.
Immediately after his orgasm, Droopy the giant sloth fell sound asleep, hanging limply from the harness in his customary inverted position.