"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!"