She caressed Lenny with genuine passion, kissing the soft sensitive areas of her neck with a skill born of much experience. Her fingers traced repeated lines along Lenny's curvaceous flanks.
"Kiss my shoulders, gypsy!" Lenny commanded in a voice that rose high above the pulsating music. "Motherfuck it, you gorgeous gypsy whore! I want you to really turn me on!"
The gypsy girl was fired by the almost angry demands; she accelerated her motions – still keeping a rhythm with the music. Her busy lips were doing a kind of double-time now, nibbling and brushing boldly at the incredibly perfect flesh that adorned the well-built body of Lenny Morgan.
Her dark hair caressed the fascinating flanks while she tongued the flesh just behind the jutting breasts. Lenny began to rock back and forth on her haunches, excited beyond her wildest dreams by the attentions of this striking black-haired beauty.
Boss Carl shuffled in his seat; he was fighting against his own growing excitement. In his mind, this was a deadly serious business. He could not yield his passions to anything but the most irresistible assault.
Lyle Montagne turned his face toward Boss Carl for a moment. The expression on his handsome face was one of rapidly disappearing self-control. His tan had faded beneath an excited flush and beads of sweat broke out on the furrows of his brow.
"Carl," Lyle said with a strained voice, "I… I think she's got something. A… a real quality…"
"I dig," Boss Carl snarled, desperately trying to maintain control of his violently aroused system. "I sure as all hell dig what you say, but, man, we got to be sure. Let's see what she does with the rest of the menagerie."
Lyle shifted again in his seat. As his eyes swung back to the stage he caught his breath. The dark-skinned harem woman was stripping off her halter, revealing breasts almost as fantastic as Lenny's. She was fondling them ravishingly as she kissed and nibbled at the bared torso of Lenny Morgan.
Lyle Montagne, man of the world, famous actor, and connoisseur of erotica – Lyle Montagne had to admit to himself that he had never seen such a beautiful pair of women in his entire lifetime. And more! Those two exquisite women were performing with an abandon that just could not be found anywhere else in the world.
"Carl," he said in hushed, awed tones, "Carl, if it gets any better… if it even stays as good as it has gone so far… well… so help me… I'm going to come in my pants."
"I hope so," Carl snorted, "because if we don't all come in our collective pants, then Lenny Morgan is a dead girl."
CHAPTER FIVE
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.