As they walked along the street toward Lenny's apartment, the Englishman questioned her further.
"The thing I don't understand, Lenny, is this…" he spoke in a soft voice, "why is it that I haven't been able to have a real thing with a woman since the war, then all of a sudden everything clicks with you?"
Lenny stopped and pulled his raincoat more tightly about her well-shaped body. He eyed the jutting of her indescribable breasts, beneath the stretched cloth.
"I think I have an idea about that, Cubbie," she replied.
"Oh?" he had begun to respect this woman of the streets a great deal more.
"Yes," she looked deeply into his gray eyes, "you told me that you used to have a lot of animals around, right?"
"I suppose so, yes, but that was when I was just a child."
"Never mind, lover, it's obvious to me that the difference between my kind of sex and the stuff that McClain is trying to pawn off on the world has a lot to do with animals. You see, the thing everyone seems to forget is that we're all basically animals. We aren't any different basically from the cattle in the fields or the tigers prowling about the jungles in hot pursuit of the opposite sex."
"I'm not so certain that I follow you," Cubbings said, staring at her with a blankness one sometimes finds in children asking questions about the size of the universe. Cubbings seemed strangely naive.
Lenny laughed gaily and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. As it is, we'd both better get some rest if we're going to sell the Xylotrope to the world."
The sophisticated Cubbings nodded almost regretfully.
"Yes," he said in a low voice, "I suppose you're right, see you tomorrow night."
After the door was securely shut and bolted behind her, Lenny threw the raincoat off and fell full length on her couch. It seemed hysterically funny to her suddenly; the whole business of the Xylotrope seemed like some kind of hideous joke.
She sombered slightly when she thought of the zealous intensity with which McClain had jotted down his notations. He was obviously not a man to fool around with. She yawned and fell asleep for a few hours.
When she finally awoke, it was seven in the morning. Life was just beginning again on the streets outside her windows. She stood for some time on her balcony, staring down at the porters and cabbies who bustled by. In fifteen minutes or so the sidewalk began to fill with people rushing off to their early jobs. She grinned and turned back to her own apartment.
Lenny Morgan began her working day by taking a quick shower and dousing herself with expensive perfume. She was to meet Lenora at the dark girl's own apartment in the West Village.
That was a safety precaution, there was some chance that McClain might have Lenny followed. The Carl Industries people had decided it would be for the best if there were no direct contact between the blonde spy and her true employers.
At any rate, Lenny was somewhat excited at prospect of seeing the beautiful gypsy an again… alone.
Lenny knocked again anxiously. It was odd, but she was more worried about Lenora's safety than her own. Suppose something had happened to the gypsy woman? Suppose that the devious magnate, McClain, had made a connection between the two women and had come here to do her in?
The fears were allayed when Lenny heard a rustling behind the door.
"Who is it?" a sleepy and somewhat annoyed voice called out through the wooden paneling.
"It's me," the blonde answered eagerly, "it's me, Lenny."
"Oh!" the voice behind the door changed its tone suddenly. There was the sliding of a bolt from a lock and the great oaken door swung clumsily open.
"Good to see you," Lenora said in a husky, gypsy voice. "How'd everything go with the Xylotrope?"
"Fine, I guess," Lenny entered and looked about her to establish some bearings in the strange apartment. "One thing is for sure, that little machine of McClain's is a mighty weird piece of equipment."
"Yeah," Lenora had a peculiar look in her eyes, something that verged on jealousy. "Yeah, I would imagine so."
Lenny explained the events of the previous day as completely as she could, describing the weakness of Cubbings, the problematic nature of the machine, and the evil efficiency of Masters McClain.
"Good work," Lenora commented finally, "I bet you're pretty hungry after all that. Would you like some breakfast?"
Lenny eyed the dusky beauty carefully.
"Well," she purred, "to tell the truth, it's not so much food that I'm really hungry for."
A look of pleasure and understanding came into the gleaming black eyes of the glamorous gypsy woman. She smiled and let her house robe fall back over her smooth murky shoulders.
"Maybe," she murmured seductively, "you'd like to play with some of my pets."
The idea seemed refreshing and exciting after the time wasted at Xylotropic Industries. Lenny nodded her head in eager assent.
Lenora led the way to the bedroom. To Lenny's great surprise, the room contained no bed at all. Instead two huge double mattresses were piled upon the floor and covered with red silk sheets.
Around this exotic bed-place were placed several large cages. In these cages were animals that seemed even stranger and more exotic than those used in Boss Carl's exclusive basement club.
"I keep these babies for a kind of bus driver's holiday," the gypsy explained. "If you'd like, I'll introduce you around. Then, if you feel the urge, you can have your pick of the beasts."
"The Beauty and the Beast was always my favorite bedtime story," Lenny quipped good-naturedly.
Lenora smiled fetchingly as she introduced Lenny to the first cage. It was a gold-gilt affair with a large, ornate silver lock. Inside the cage was a large Koala bear, the cutest and most cuddly looking animal that Lenny had ever seen.
"Why," she exclaimed spontaneously, "he looks just like a teddy bear!"
"Yes, he's cute enough all right," Lenora agreed, "and more than that, we've got him trained so that he'll eat right out of your hand. Or anywhere else, for that matter."
They moved on to the next animal housing, which was a singularly tall and skinny cage. Lenny giggled with the exotic excitement of this menagerie-tour. She covered her eyes with her hands and said, "Don't tell me, lover, let me guess."
"Okay," the beautiful gypsy woman caught the mood of the game immediately. "I'll give you three guesses as to its nature. One clue, it's neither animal nor vegetable."
Lenny giggled delightedly and swung her hips as she approached the peculiar cage with hands tightly over her eyes. "I'll ask you first," she began seriously, "If it has fur."
Lenora, the dusky gypsy beauty, let her robe slip to the floor with a soft rustling sound. Something in that gentle sound stirred a new excitement in Lenny's groin.
"Nope," the gypsy girl crooned, "it sure doesn't have any fur."
"Would it remind me of something else, something very familiar to girls like us?"
The gypsy began to softly stroke her long, commanding thighs. The almost inaudible moanings led the lips of Lenny's blonde-furred vagina to smile open. The knob of her clitoris became inflamed with hot blood and she could feel it itch and cry out for attention.
"Yeah," Lenora replied cagily to Lenny's leading question, "yeah, I guess that it's a sort of familiar shape, anyway."
Lenny smiled and began to unbutton the cardigan sweater that she had donned for this morning's adventure.
"Okay gypsy love, tell me one last thing before I make my guess."
"Anything!" the woman's voice was hoarse and strained now. Even though her eyes were tightly shut and covered by her delicate hands, Lenny knew that Lenora was rubbing her palms in between her smooth, silky thighs.
"Okay, baby, is it an animal that I've met before somewhere? Or have I met one like it on real intimate terms?"
"That's two questions!"
"Have I met one like it before then?"
"Uhh, huh." The gypsy girl moans were less an indication of a positive response to Lenny's question than a command to her own fingers. It was as if Lenora were sighing, "Yes, yes, lovely little searching fingers, that is the right place to feel."
"Then I think I know what it is," Lenny chirped gaily as she pulled the sweater off from her back, "I think it's my old friend the boa constrictor."
"You're right!" cheered the dark-skinned gypsy, "you must get a prize for such a wonderfully good guess!"
"A prize! A prize!" exclaimed the happy Lenny, tossing her blonde hair back over her shoulders.
"What would you like, my lovely white beauty?" Lenora asked in a tense, hopeful voice.
Lenny grimaced in mock consternation as she tried to make up her mind. It was a joy to tease this most exotic of women. Lenny knew damn well what the gypsy wanted to give as a prize!
"I think," Lenny piped up finally, "I think that I would like you to help me take off my trousers."
The dark eyes blazed with passion inherited from centuries of wild-blooded gypsy lovers. Lenora bending down was a sight that made Lenny's young heart thrill. To have a woman who was so beautiful kneel before her was like being a queen of all women!
With smooth, rapid movements – Lenora undid the wide belt that supported Lenny's bell-bottomed trousers. A quick flick of the tanned wrist and the zipper flew down.
Lenny felt the expensive material of her pants rustling down her legs to the floor. It was exciting and new to her. In the course of her work the blonde girl had had occasion to make love to women, but she had never particularly enjoyed it before. Moreover, there was something wonderful in this ritualistic seduction. It was not just the beautiful body of the gypsy girl that Lenny loved, it was the whole tradition of her lusty ancestors, the whole race that had spawned this princess of sensuality!
"I wonder," Lenny teased the figure kneeling before her on the floor, "I wonder who is really getting the prize, you or me?"
The gypsy did not reply, instead she leaned forward and began to brush her lips along the inside of Lenny's smooth thighs. The flesh there was soft and sensitive, twinges of hot desire flashed up from every light touch of the dark lips.
"It is…" the gypsy woman murmured, "both our prizes, is it not?"
"Kiss me all over," commanded Lenny. The kissing increased in rhythm, as if driven by some ancient and foreign order. Lenny stared up at the ceiling above her, breathing rapidly and clutching at the long black hair that swung gently back and forth between her legs. Gripping the strands of hair more tightly Lenny forced Lenora's face in against her crotch.
"My panties," she breathed, "kiss my panties."
"I kiss them," the gypsy woman recited, "because they must be holy, residing so close to your sacred place, your beautiful treasure."
"Yummy," Lenny sniggered as the lips rubbed against her cleft. "That is a wonderful prize, Lenora."
Then, abruptly and playfully, Lenny pulled the woman's face away from the long, shapely legs.
"Enough," she said sternly, "I've been given my prize."
Lenora looked so crestfallen that Lenny had to bend down and plant a kiss fully on her ripe lips. She winked and said, "Don't worry, my lovely gypsy princess, there are more animals, more cages, more guesses, and more prizes."
Lenora smiled, flashing her brilliant white teeth.
"Yes," she said happily, "and now you must go on to the next cage and guess as to what rare pet I have there."
The young blonde strode a few steps further into the erotic room. She saw that the next cage was low and very large indeed. It seemed to be seven or eight feet long by five or six feet in height. She could not tell exactly how deep it was, as it was set at an angle toward her. A brocade curtain hung over the front of the cage.
"I will give you one clue about this cage and its animals. There are three of them, and they are asleep now. That is all I can tell you, you must guess the rest."
Lenny covered her eyes, once more and advanced on the large cage.
"I have three guesses, right?"
"That's right."
"My first guess is that they are furry animals."
"That's true. They are furry animals, and very much fun to play with." Lenora ran her fingertips down the gently slope of Lenny's flank. The sensation was intense, almost like being tickled.
"You mustn't get too fresh, little princess," Lenny cautioned, "you haven't won a prize yet."
Lenora bit the blonde dancer playfully on the small of the neck. Lenny winced and moved away with a little chuckle.
"If they're furry," Lenny hazarded, "then, they must have paws."
"Yes and no," the gypsy woman hedged.
"You have to say definitely."
"Yes," Lenora allowed that they might have paws. Her black eyes gleamed like devil's diamonds. She knew that she would be the one to get the prize this time.
"I have one more guess?"
Lenora touched her fingers to the flesh of Lenny's thigh. "Yes, my pretty one, you have one more guess before I claim my prize."
"I guess that they must have long tails."
Lenora nodded. "Yes, they have long, long tails."
"They're monkeys!" Lenny cried out triumphantly.
"No," Lenora's hand grasped a buttock and pinched heartily, "you're wrong, dummy!"
Lenny uncovered her eyes and watched as Lenora lifted the brocade covering from the front of the cage. Inside were three smiling raccoons, with their tiny hands and bushy tails. They stared out at the two beautiful women like lascivious little bandits.
"Look at their little black masks!" cried Lenny excitedly. "They're so cute and wise-looking."
There was something of the gypsy fortune teller in Lenora's eyes now. "Oh, yes, they are wise little animals. Legend among my people has it that they are the wisest of all God's creatures. They know the secrets of your innermost heart. As your guess was wrong, I am the one who gets the prize this time, am I not?"
Lenny smiled bashfully and nodded.
"Well," Lenora proceeded to strut proudly about the room, tossing her long black mane haughtily over her exquisitely shaped shoulders. "Well, well! So I am to receive the prize this time?"
"You deserve the prize, make it whatever you want it to be…"
"So! The prize!" The twinkle in Lenora's eye was a combination of good humor and passion. "The prize! I think for my prize I shall play with my pets!"
For an instant the fortunate gypsy stared malevolently at the shapely blonde woman.
Lenny felt her heart drop in dismay; even though the sight of the gypsy woman playing with her wanton beast would be exciting, it seemed disappointing that she herself would not be the object of desire. She lowered her eyes and frowned gruesomely.
"Ha!" Lenora spun commandingly in front of Lenny's slumping shoulders. "So you thing! You jealous thing! You fear to be left out of the gypsy games, is it not so?"
Shamefacedly, Lenny nodded.
"You will not be left out. Never fear. But you must do my bidding!"
A smile whipped across Lenny's full red lips, she nodded genially. "I promise that I'll do anything that you ask."
"Then open the cage and let my little pets out!" Lenora commanded sharply.
Lenny rushed to obey. She gasped in awe, as she swung the gate open. Its latch and hinges were made of handsomely carved ivory. This gypsy woman was surely as rich as a queen!
The little beasts were energetic and well trained; they scampered quickly to the mattresses and snuggled up in a circle on the silk sheets.
"Now," the gypsy ordered fiercely, "you will lie down with them!"
Lenny moved to the bedside and knelt onto the mattresses. They were as soft as heavenly clouds. She felt a powerful urge welling up in her. She knew now what it must have been like to have been a harem slave in Pharaoh's time. She felt a powerful willingness to sacrifice her body – and, yes, even her life – upon the altar of her master's passion.
"Your wish," she said quite seriously, "is my command!"
Lenora stood over the wide love mattress with a cocky demeanor. She grinned wickedly and hissed out a command to the raccoons. They stared at her for a moment, then began to move as if hypnotized.
Lenny remembered reading somewhere that certain gypsies have power over wild animals. It seemed that Lenora must have been such a gypsy. She directed the beasts with the surety of Diana, the ancient Goddess of the forest and virginity.
Virginity, however, was not the object of this game. If, Lenny thought with a thrill, this gypsy woman really was part Goddess, then she was some more actively passionate immortal, some figure from the eons-old mythology of pagan gypsy wanderers, some Goddess unbridled lust.
"Hummm," Lenny shivered as a gentle paw closed around one of her large nipples. The little beast acted as though he had been trained for this purpose alone.
Another of the raccoons ran clumsily down to the woman's feet. He began licking them, as though to cleanse them in preparation for the remarkable orgy that was just beginning.
The third little animal scampered to Lenny's waist. He sniffed and probed with his tiny hands, like a lecherous and somewhat furry midget. Finally he spread the wet lips of her vagina apart with his paws and shoved his snout right up into her well of desire. Kindly, his little red tongue began to lap at her clitoris, and then he shoved his nose even deeper into Lenny's cunt. It was as though here in this sacred orifice the little animal hoped to find some raccoon delicacies.
"Work on her!" commanded the passionate Lenora, stroking her own strikingly proportioned body with hungry hands.
"Yes, please!" Lenny cried out in a trembling voice, "please, you lovely little animals!" With a surge of insane excitement, Lenny looked down to see the raccoon at her breast twirling and rubbing her rigid nipple between his palms. He lapped at the tiny knob occasionally, lubricating it to enable him to increase the speed of his motion.
The second raccoon was slurping and sniffing its way up her legs now, having finished playing with her toes.
But, most stimulating of all, the third raccoon was ramming his head up into her cunt with unlimited vigor. Apparently, he too had been specially trained for his task. There must, Lenny thought to herself, be something in the woman smell that arouses his curiosity. He must be trying to climb into her womb to find the source of the tantalizing odor.
"Oh, Lenora," Lenny moaned, "this is gorgeous!"
"It is a beginning to my prize, but we must go on with the game."
Lenora came down suddenly on her knees, her face quite pale with emotion, and her hands buried deeply within her own wet soft cunt. "I tell you, blonde woman, there is more to come; there are better games and better pets. We must not spend all of our energy in one shop!"
Lenora shivered visibly, then got hold of herself, she clapped her hands together once more. Each raccoon stopped in the midst of his appointed activity. Three curiously masked little animal faces turned to look at their mistress.
Sure now of their attention, the passionate gypsy clapped her hands together sharply three times.
The furry little bandits waddled obediently back to their cage, which Lenora then locked and covered once again.
"We must go on to the next cage in our game."
Lenny half rose from her supine position on the bed. She saw the oppressive passion in Lenora's eyes and felt slightly afraid for an instant. There was something resembling witchcraft in this woman's sexual power.
Their eyes met and held.
"The next box!" Lenora demanded harshly.
"Ohhh!" Lenny moaned, she had enjoyed the last group of animals so much that she was almost reluctant to leave them. Besides, she felt the wave of desire sweeping through her, desire to become completely intimate with this almost supernaturally sensual gypsy woman.
"The next cage houses even greater delights, we must not fail the ritual of our game. We will be disappointed in ourselves if we do not move on while we still have the strength."
Lenny nodded, of course this wild woman was right. The idea of missing out on a new and more bizarre delight was dismaying in the very thought, there was no question that Lenny would kick herself the next day, if she was small enough to be satisfied with the hors d'oeuvre when the main course had not yet been served!
Lenora reached down to help the blonde beauty up from the exotic mattresses.
"You are lovely, Lenny Morgan."
"I fell into this strange mood, just then, Lenora, I didn't mean to delay the game."
A kind smile crossed the gypsy lips. "Don't worry, it is true that when one gets involved in the games of gypsy love, it is sometimes difficult not to fall into a trance of passion. But we must miss nothing together, this morning."
Lenny gasped as she saw that the next cage was even bigger than the last. What kind of gigantic animal was housed in the ornate box?
"You see the cage," Lenora said in a chanting voice, "you know that the animal is large. I will tell you that there is only one animal in this next cage!"
Lenny covered her eyes with still trembling fingers. She concentrated as best as she could, trying to think of a question that might give her a clue to the identity of the animal.
"Is it an animal that walks on four legs?"
Lenora picked the panties from the floor, where the busy little raccoon had left them after pulling them apart and tossing them aside in his haste to get at her lover's wet cunt.
"Yes," Lenora murmured, staring at the fine silk cloth. "It is an animal that walks on four legs."
"Hmmm," Lenny bent her head forward and pressed her hands more firmly against her eyes in concentration. "Let me see."
"No! No!" the gypsy woman's eyes sparkled madly, "I cannot let you see!"
Lenny did not feel like laughing this time. The game was still wonderfully exciting, but a new urgency had entered into its ritual.
"Is it an animal that you might find out in the West?" Lenny was grasping for straws.
"Yes."
In puzzled desperation Lenny wondered what kind of an animal could be housed in a cage that small. It could not be a horse. The cage was simply too small for that.
"Is it a wild animal?" Lenny had sudden fears that she might be about to meet up with a mountain lion or a panther.
Lenora's voice was soothing in its response.
"No," the gypsy crooned, "no my lovely darling. The animal is not a wild animal, except in its love for you."
Lenny's questions were all used up now. She turned and paced thoughtlessly for a moment, and tried to ease her mind to come up with the right answer. What kind of a strange animal could it be?
"Hummm," Lenny grumbled to herself, "the West, four legs, not wild."
"Hurry up, my love. We cannot wait all day for your guess."
Lenny thought of the other animals she had seen in western movies. The horse was no good. The mountain lion was wild. The coyote was also wild. The prairie dog…
"I can only give you a few more seconds for your answer, if you do not answer then, I will win by forfeit!" There was a strange, strident note in Lenora's husky voice. Lenny wanted desperately to guess right, this time.
Suddenly, it came to her! None of the other animals could fit, but one animal had appeared in almost every western movie she had ever seen. That animal was the faithful companion of the old prospector.
"I know!" Lenny cried in prideful delight, "It must be a Mexican burro!"
Lenora slapped her clenched fist roughly into a soft and lovely palm. "Clever! Very clever! I thought I had you. Now the prize is yours, your wish is my command." Now I've got her, Lenny thought to herself.
Lenny uncovered her eyes and grinned at the fuming gypsy. "You aren't going to be a poor loser, are you?" she chided.
Lenora grimaced at the blonde woman and spun away, her arms akimbo on her slim waist.
"I do what you say, you won!"
With a mixture of chagrin and joy, Lenny realized that they had somehow come to take the game much too seriously. It had grown from a kind of loving foreplay into something entirely different. They were competing violently and earnestly against one another for the sexual upper hand.
"You win, Lenora."
"What?" the dark skinned woman spun angrily toward Lenny. "What do you say?"
"I say that you have won." There was a soft throbbing in Lenny's voice; it had become husky and full of yearning.
The black eyes softened. The fire in them became a kind of warm, loving ember. "Why is it you want to say I have won the game, when you have guessed the animal?"
"I don't exactly…"
Lenora moved forward quickly. Her face was only inches from Lenny's now. Her eyes were not flashing at all; in fact they seemed devoid of light. They had become deep wells of dark and mysterious liquid.
"You know, and you must tell me."
Lenny stammered incoherently and looked desperately around the room for a way to escape her own cascading emotions.
The gypsy woman took Lenny's head in her hands. The fingers touched Lenny's cheek with a gentle firmness. Some strange energy was being transmitted through them. It was a transfusion of gypsy courage.
"What is it, my love," Lenora whispered urgently, "What are you thinking so seriously about our little game?"
Lenny stared into the pits of black ivory that were Lenora's eyes. She was hypnotized by the liquid depths. She could not speak.
"Tell me, little one," the gypsy was chanting the expression now. It was a part of the whole ritual of the game, the ritual into which Lenny found herself falling almost too readily.
"I cannot tell."
"Why not? What are you afraid of?"
"I don't know. I'm not afraid at all, really, just…"
"Just what?"
"It just doesn't seem like something that I want to talk about Lenora."
A strange, reverent expression came over Lenora's lush features. She backed away from Lenny with a peculiar smile growing on her full, dusky lips.
"So," she finally said, her tones back to normal now-confident, happy sounds that seemed to pick the weight of a thousand years from Lenny's slender shoulders. "So that is it, eh?"
Lenny looked at the woman in total confusion.
"What is it?"
But Lenora would say no more, she merely shook her head on the long, lovely neck.
"Lenora, do you understand this thing that I don't?"
"Gypsy laws tell us many things, little Lenny Morgan, and this is something that I understand as well as you do, but we cannot explain it to ourselves with words. Come. Let's play with the donkey."
The dark-skinned beauty opened the elaborate burro-cage and let the squealing animal out. He seemed more like a playful puppy than a full-grown burro. He bounded and romped about the room sniffing inquisitively at every nook and cranny.
Finally the cute animal turned its attention toward the two women. He fished about with his nose, probing one furry cunt then another. He lapped at their legs and nuzzled their breasts affectionately.
"He is a good, little burro," commented Lenora gaily, while the cheerful creature sniffed and slurped at the open mouth of her desire.
"Lenora," Lenny began in passionate tones, "it is my prize so I give it to you. The donkey and I will please you together."
"So!" Lenora fairly shouted with joy.
Then she jumped under the little animal and turned her stomach down toward the mattress. "Then, begin," she mumbled in muffled tones, her face buried deep in the silk sheeting. At the last word, her hips rose up sharply until she was on her knees and elbows beneath the jolly little burro.
Lenny reached out and took the still-limp donkey-prick in her expert fingers.
She began by rolling it gently between her thumb and index finger. As she did this the donkey became somewhat excited. He began to hump his body spasmodically. Beneath his growing desire, Lenora began to sway and rock back and forth on her haunches.
"Mmmmmm!" Lenny crooned violently, dropping her other hand to Lenora's buttocks.
"Yes, whore me!" breathed Lenora, "touch me there!"
"Yummy, yummy!" Lenny was gasping with excitement as she slid a finger down the crack of Lenora's lovely ass to the wet, soft fur of her snatch. In an instant the blonde woman had found the gypsy's inflamed clitoris. It seemed very prominent, very easy to excite.
The quick movements of Lenny's wrists had driven the little burro to a rapid peaking of his animal passion. He was hunching and thrusting rapidly and more violently.
With a cheer, Lenny urged the stiff prick into the open well of Lenora's urgent ardor.
"Aiheee!" the little animal had developed a rather full-sized erection, which he drove home with more enthusiasm than grace. Lenora strove valiantly against him driving her haunches up to meet his bounding thrusts.
"Ah!" she cried in ecstasy, "Ah! Ah! Burro, it is good!"
Lenny found herself left out of the activities momentarily, neither the burro nor Lenora needing her helping hand any longer. She ascertained that it would be possible to squiggle underneath Lenora's pulsing body in such a manner as to enable herself to kiss at the forward part of the cunt. She proceeded to arrange herself underneath Lenora in an inverted fashion. This way, she was able to lick and kiss the stiff knob of Lenora's clitoris while occasionally getting a shot with her tongue at the burro's active prick.
"Hell!" cried the lucky Lenora, as she felt the added stimulation. In her excitement and desire to repay her marvelous new friend, the gypsy woman took Lenny into her mouth heartily, sucking and tonguing the wet opening with passion that increased by the second.
"Ummm," Lenny began to moan softly, the sensation mounting with every second of action.
"More burro!" Lenora's voice was muffled in the softness between the blonde thighs.
"Ummph, ummpf, ummpf!" cried Lenny through the conformation of gypsy-cunt and burro-prick. She wanted the world to stop at this instant, leaving her forever in the arms of the beautiful Lenora and the willing burro.
The burrow neighed, whinnied its cry of ejaculatory triumph.
Lenora screamed and let her lips close tightly on Lenny's throbbing clitoris.
Lenny kissed the pulsing cunt with immense fervor, tonguing and moaning at the same instant.
"Ummph," she growled through the pubic forest. "Ohh!"
A low moan of satisfaction escaped from Lenora's lips, she fell away from her position between Lenny's thighs. Lenny too climaxed thunderously and fell in a heap on the silk sheets.
The burro, to which the whole thing was a lark, spent his geyser of burrohood into Lenora's waiting cunt and then bounded from the mattress to sprint around the room bleating his pleasure at the outcome of the situation.
"Oh, that was a wonderful thing," sighed Lenny reclining surfeit on the expensive sheets.
"You are a remarkable woman," chimed in Lenora, her eyes full of love and admiration.
"You are a beautiful woman," Lenny was in the mood for a mutual admiration society, "a true gypsy firebrand."
"There is some of the gypsy lover in you, my little doll."
"You think so?" Lenny craned her neck eagerly, trying to read the dark-skinned woman's face, trying to see if it were mere flattery – or an exciting truth from the wells of this strange woman's ancient knowledge.
"Yes, I think so," the lovely Lenora said flatly. "I think that's what you realized when you were unable to speak your heart before."
"I guess you're right." Lenny lay back and stared pensively up at the ceiling. She was dreaming of centuries of exotic sex-queens, women with scanty harem-costumes and crowns of purest gold. That was what she wanted to be, she wanted to be the very image of sexual bliss. The greatest sex symbol of them all, Lenny Morgan!
The burro scampered back into its cage and lay in a tired heap on the straw. He had had a rather good day himself.
"Well," Lenora said finally, rising from the bed of excess, "I suppose that it's time we got to work, you have a hard night's work ahead of you before we can relax together again."
Lenny groaned in reluctance, but there was no denying it. If she wanted to be a sex symbol, there was only one man in the world with enough power and connections to do it for her – Boss Carl himself.