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.
CHAPTER SIX
Lenny Morgan went to the dressing room to clean up after her triumph. For it had been a triumph after all, no one else could have passed that test so well, she thought to herself proudly. Well, she reconsidered, perhaps that dark-skinned gypsy girl, Lenora, she was pretty extraordinary. It was not common that Lenny felt strong sexual urges toward other women. Lenora, the marvelous harem leader, was a brilliant exception. Her dusky flesh with its smooth, blemish-free glow, and her unbelievable sexual appetite, those things combined to arouse both desire and respect in Lenny's usually cautious soul.
Nevertheless, the two women made no advances to each other. Though they bathed together in the gold-gilt tub, neither had the energy to do much more than smile wanly and assist each other in the bathing.
As Lenny rubbed the soap into a lather on Lenora's gently curving flanks, she wondered why Boss Carl hadn't chosen this extraordinary vixen as his star. A certain uneasiness crept into her heart, then. Perhaps there was something more to the role she was going to be asked to play than money and stardom. With a shudder she realized that the task cut out for her might simply be too dangerous to risk the favorite harem girl's safety.
Lenora noticed Lenny's sudden agitation.
"What's the matter doll?" the gypsy woman asked.
"I-I'm sort of wondering now, wondering what he has in mind for me."
"Boss Carl?"
"Yes. It seems sort of frightening now that I've passed the tests. I mean, Lenora, why were the tests so hard? What is it that I have to do?"