Sally Hales lived with her Uncle Willy and her Aunty Sue on a small farm in Kansas. The Hales' farm was just a mile outside of Gunchville where Sally went to school. Of course, Sally should have finished school two years before, but she had lost a lot of time ever since she had discovered what fun she could have by putting her finger in the sweet, tender little slit between her thighs and rubbing it briskly. However, this was Sally's secret and nobody besides Sally's little dog Popo knew about it.
Popo was Sally's only friend on the farm except for Uncle Willy's hired man, old Punk. Any time that Sally didn't have chores to do, she and Popo would slip away to the creek to play. Sally would play with herself and Popo would lick himself and, while Sally dreamed of what she would do when she was old enough to leave the farm, Popo would dream about what he would do if he were a man and could jump pretty Sally.
"Golly gee, Popo," Sally would say. "I'm almost nineteen years old, and still Uncle Willy and Aunty Sue treat me like a baby! I don't know what I'll have to do to show them that I'm a big girl."
Then her sweet, round hips would begin to surge and her delicious pink nipples would swell and her tender little fingers would fly in her honey-dewed slit. "Oh! Oh my!" Sally would gasp. "It's coming, Popo! Oh gee, it's coming!" And she would have a darling delightful climax with the hot juice trickling and dripping in her perfectly lovely little pussy.
One afternoon in August, when Sally and Popo had been playing by the creek for considerably longer than usual and Sally had made it three times, and Popo had licked himself so long that he had shot his little doggy wad on the ground, Sally looked at the sky and gasped, "Oh me, Popo," she said. "It is late and Aunty Sue will be worried about me!"
Sally and Popo started home, hurrying, because Sally had something else worrying her too. Only that morning when Sally had walked into town for her Aunty Sue, who needed a spool of thread, Popo had chased Miss Vera Gunch's pussy cat under Miss Gunch's shrubbery and had knocked the dickens out of that stuck-up, snobbish cat. Of course, Sally didn't know exactly what Popo had done, but she knew he had been naughty and that Miss Gunch would be angry if she found out.
Miss Vera Gunch was the richest person in Gunchville and she didn't seem to like Sally at all. And she didn't like Popo even a little bit. And she had come out on her porch and actually yelled at Sally! What had Sally worried was that Miss Gunch had said she was going to do something about Popo that he wouldn't like.
So, as she hurried home, Sally was one worried little girl and, as she often did, she talked about it to Popo.
"Golly, Popo, I don't see why everybody treats me like I'm a little girl."
Popo panted sympathetically and agreed that he certainly didn't understand it either.
"Gee, I'm a big girl now, Popo," Sally went on. "And not only that, I think I'm pretty, too. Do you think I'm pretty, Popo?"
"Woof, woof!" Popo replied, admitting that as far as he was concerned, Sally was pretty enough to make him give up pussy cats anytime.
"Oh, Popo," Sally sighed, "I don't know what I'd do without you. But I do wish I could do whatever it is that big girls do. Sometimes I feel so funny when I look at Punk working, and he has such a big old bulge in the front of his pants!"
Then Sally reached the gate and went into the yard. She and Popo went into the house but couldn't find Aunty Sue or Uncle Willy. Sally went out into the barnyard but couldn't find Punk either. Sally went into her own room and sat down on the bed.
The reason Sally didn't find her uncle and aunt was simple. They were in their room knocking off a quickie. Uncle Willy Hales didn't get a hard-on very often anymore, and when he did, Aunty Sue grabbed it while it was hot. Now they were locked together on the bed. Uncle Willy's long, skinny stem was rooted in Aunty Sue's wet, tight pussy and the old man's bony ass was pounding up and down for all he was worth. Aunty Sue had her knees drawn up and her feet braced on the bed so she could shove her plump, hot pussy up every time Uncle Willy shoved down. Her creamy juice was bubbling in her slit and her pussy was clutching at Willy's shaft.
"Pour it to me, Willy!" the woman panted. "Let's get off quick now. Sally will be home any minute and we don't want her to catch us at it!"
As soon as he heard his wife speak Sally's name, Uncle Willy groaned and started shooting off. As he saw the pretty, round, sweet girl in his mind he grunted and the hot cum just boiled out of him. "Yes," he grunted. "Sally! That's right. Ah, Geez! I'm coming, Sue! I'm coming!"
"I'm coming too," Aunty Sue cried. "Oh, Willy, I'm coming so good!"
The reason Sally hadn't been able to find Punk in the barnyard was simple. The hired man had sneaked off to the hayloft and was whaling away on his short, fat cock. He had it gripped in his fist and was pumping away for all he was worth. It was swollen up in his hand until he could hardly get his fingers all the way around it and he was almost ready to shoot. Then he heard Sally's voice in the barn calling him.
"Holy moly!" Punk gasped. "It's Sally! Oh gaw! That's one sweet little piece!"
And that's when his load began to fly. He spouted his hot juice so hard that it flew across the hayloft and out through the loading door. It fell down to the ground and some of it splashed right on Popo's nose. The little dog looked up and saw the open door. He licked his nose reflectively and thought that one of these days pretty Sally was sure as hell going to get what was coming to her.
Sally sat on her bed and rubbed her crotch, but since she had just gotten off three good ones shortly before, she couldn't get any action there. She sighed and started talking to Popo.
"Gosh, Popo, nobody has time to talk to me. Gee whiz, I wish there was somebody that liked me."
"Woof, woof, woof!" Popo said.
"Oh, I know you love me, Popo. But sometimes I get so lonely."
Just then there was a knock at the front door and Miss Vera Gunch called through the screen.
"Willy Hales! Willy, I must see you right away!"
Sally ran into the front room. Miss Gunch stood at the door holding a covered basket.
"Oh! Miss Gunch! What are you doing here?" Sally cried.
"I have come to collect your dirty little sex-mad dog," Miss Gunch snarled. "I have an order from the sheriff to let me pick him up as a public nuisance!"
"No! Oh, no, you can't have Popo!" Sally screamed. "Uncle Willy! Aunty Sue! Miss Gunch is here and she wants to take Popo away from me!"
Sally ran through the house and met her uncle and aunt coming from the bedroom.
"What's wrong, Sally?" Aunty Sue asked. "I didn't hear you come in the house."
"It's Miss Gunch," Sally said. "She's come for Popo."
The Hales hurried to the parlor. Aunty Sue opened the screen door and invited Miss Gunch inside.
"My heavens, Vera Gunch! Come in, Miss Gunch. Come into the parlor," Aunty Sue called.
"What's the trouble, Miss Gunch! What's Sally so upset about?" Uncle Willy asked.
"I have come to get that nasty girl's dirty little crotch-dog!" Miss Gunch said. "I know what she keeps him for, and it's a scandal what you let her do. But when he chased my poor little pussy cat and broke down my prize petunias doing it, it was just too much!"
"Doing what?" Uncle Willy asked.
"Is your pussy all right?" Aunty Sue asked.
"Of course it is!" Miss Gunch snarled. "Why shouldn't it be all right? Oh! You mean my cat! She's in a nervous state, that's what she is!"
"What pussy did you think I meant?" Aunty Sue asked.
"No! Popo didn't mean to hurt her pussy!" Sally cried. "He just wanted to play. And you're a mean old witch to want to take him away. You can't have him!"
"Oh can't I?" Miss Gunch smiled. "Read this official paper from the sheriff, Willy Hales. You'll see what I can do and what I can't."
Sadly, Uncle Willy took the paper. "Since you own the whole town," he said, "I reckon you can do what you want to do," he said. "Sally, there's not a thing we can do. It's the law."
Uncle Willy picked the little dog up and held him out to Miss Gunch. Popo snarled and snapped at her and the woman screamed and jumped away.
"Nasty, vicious animal! He tried to bite me. Put him in this basket!"
"Oh, nobody cares about me!" Sally cried. "Nobody cares at all. I wish Popo had bitten you, and your pussy too!"
She ran out of the parlor and into her room where she threw herself down on the bed and cried.
"Poor child," Aunty Sue said. "Vera Gunch, you are a wicked, cruel woman. If I weren't a lady, I'd tell you what you really are!"
Miss Gunch took the basket with Popo in it and marched out to the gate. She strapped the basket on the back of her bicycle and pedaled off to town. The Hales looked at each other sadly and went back to their chores on the farm.
Sally lay on her bed and cried for a long time. After a while she sat up and dried her eyes. "I'll runaway," she declared. "Nobody loves me here so I will leave and find a place where people will love me!"
She quickly wrapped a clean apron and some handkerchiefs in a big bandanna. Then she stole quietly out of the house and out to the road. Then she ran until she came to the bridge across the creek. Feeling very sorry for herself, Sally leaned on the bridge rail and looked down at the water. "If I jumped into the creek and drowned myself," she whispered, "then I'll bet they'd all be sorry and wish they had loved me while I was alive."
Of course, the fact that Gunch Creek was only four feet wide and three inches deep made this a very unlikely occurrence. But then Sally really didn't plan to jump anyway. She really wouldn't have missed a single chance to rub her little pussy and make the good feeling come for anything.
Then Sally smelled something cooking. She looked up the creek and saw a brightly painted gypsy wagon and a fat little man toasting hot dogs over a fire. She crossed the bridge and went along the creek to the campfire. She looked at the wagon and saw that it was built like a little house with windows and doors and bright, red letters on the side that told her that this was the wagon of Doctor Wonder, Prophet and Fortune Teller, Crystal Ball Reader and Inventor of Wonder Root Elixir, Guaranteed to restore Vigor and Endurance!
"Good day, Sir. Are you Doctor Wonder?" Sally asked.
"Oops! What? Oh, harrumph! Yes! Yes indeed! Doctor Wonder, at your service!" he smiled
Doctor Wonder looked keenly at the pretty girl. He saw her fresh, pink cheeks and her sparkling brown eyes. He admired her shiny black hair and her full pink lips. And most of all he admired her round, firm figure. Sally's firm and shapely breasts bulged in her tight dress and her skirt hugged her sweetly curving hips. Doctor Wonder looked at Sally's long and tapering legs and he almost stared a hole through her apron as he tried to see her treasure box.
"My, my what in the world brings a pretty little girl here to old Doctor Wonder's camp?" he asked.
Sally sat down on a rock across the campfire from Doctor Wonder. She started to tell him her sad story while the Doctor tried to look up her skirt. When she finished her tale, Sally said, "Oh, Doctor, what should I do?"
"Now, now, my little luscious jail-bait," Doctor Wonder said.
"Oh, Doctor!" Sally cried. "I'm not jail-bait! I'm almost nineteen years old!"
"Wonderful!" the Doctor smiled. "Then you have two choices. You could, of course, join up with me and help me con the rubes."
"What would I have to do?"
"Ah, my dear," the Doctor sighed. "Would that you had come along twenty years ago, or even ten!"
"And the other thing you can do, and in your case it might be the best, is go back to your family. You see, Sally, they do love you very much and this was just a bad day for everyone. By gaw, I know I would love you, if I had the chance!"
"Woof, woof, woof, woof!"
" Popo! Oh, Popo, you got away!" Sally cried.
Popo came bounding down the bank of the creek. His tail was wagging furiously and he leaped into Sally's lap. Sally fell backward off the rock and her legs flew into the air. Her tender little quim with its crisp, black curls was exposed under the thin white panties.
"Oh my, yes!" Doctor Wonder choked. "You must go home at once. I think something is about to come up!"
Sally got up and looked at the panting, purple-faced man. "Oh, Doctor Wonder, are you all right?"
"Run along, child, quickly! The sky is getting dark and we may be in for a blow. And good luck, Sally. I'm sure that you are going to get all the love you want!"
"Oh, thank you, Doctor Wonder. I feel so much better now," Sally cried. "And I love you, too!"
She and Popo hurried away. When they reached the road the sky was black and a fierce wind was whipping dust into the air.
"We'd better hurry, Popo. It looks like a storm or something is coming!"
Back at the Hales' farm everybody was working frantically. Punk and Uncle Willy had opened the door to the storm cellar while Aunty Sue was trying to tie down things that might blow away. Hanging in the sky to the west and rushing straight toward the farm was the ominous, black funnel of a huge tornado.
"Sally! Salleee! Where are you, child?" Aunty Sue was calling. Her voice was almost lost against the roar of the storm.
"Sue! Come to the cellar!" Uncle Willy cried. "It's too late now! We've got to shut the door!"
Punk and Uncle Willy pulled the woman inside the storm cellar and locked the door. Now the wind was so close that objects were being sucked off the ground and taken into the evil, twisting funnel.
Sally had picked Popo up and was struggling against the wind to get to the storm cellar. When she found the door closed she kicked on it and screamed for them to open it but her voice was smothered by the howling tornado.
"Oh, Popo, they've locked us out!" she cried. "What shall we do?"
She ran inside the house and went to her room. There she and Popo huddled together on her bed. The house rocked as the tornado reached for it and suddenly, with a lurch and a crunch it shook and tilted. Sally fell across the bed as the black funnel sucked the house up and whirled it into the sky.
"Popo!" Sally screamed, "The tornado has sucked us off the ground! We're going right up in the sky!"
The house shook and shuddered as the storm lifted it higher and higher. Then, after a while, the motion got smoother and the house sailed along steadily. Sally got off the bed and went to the window. She looked outside and saw many things floating along in the storm. Two men came by in a rowboat, one rowing and the other holding a fishing pole. When they saw Sally they waved and smiled. Sally waved back then gasped in surprise. Both men had taken out their cocks and started jerking off at the girl.
"Oh my, Popo," the girl said. "What a curious thing to do!"
The boat sailed away and along came Miss Gunch on her bicycle. She pedaled swiftly until she saw Sally. As she grinned an evil grin at the girl, she suddenly changed. Her flat straw hat became a tall, peaked witch's hat and her sober dress became a long, black witch's gown. The bicycle became a broom. The witch that still looked like Miss Gunch leered at Sally and laughed hideously.
"I see you, my dear," she cackled. "Just you wait! I'll get you for my pussy!" Then she laughed again and pulled up the skirt of her dress. Holding it above her waist she began to frig her hairy slit with the broom stick.
"Golly, Popo," Sally said. "Everything is so strange up here!"
The house lurched again and its motion began to slow down. Then it began to drop.
"Popo! We're falling!" Sally cried.
The house fell swiftly. Sally grabbed Popo and they crouched on the bed. There was a tremendous thump and the sound of glass breaking. Sally fell off the bed and landed on the floor. She got up and listened.
"Gee, Popo, listen! I hear birds singing. I wonder where we are."
Sally and Popo went to the front door. When Sally opened the door she gasped in shock. The house had landed on top of a low hill and through the masses of huge flowers that surrounded it, Sally could see a small village of tiny houses set on brightly colored streets.
"Oh, golly gee, Popo," Sally whispered. "I don't know, but I don't think this is Kansas!"
CHAPTER TWO
"Hee hee hee!"
Sally jumped at the silly sound of the high-pitched giggle.
"Who is there?" she called.
"Hee hee hee hee hee!"
"Come on, Popo," Sally said bravely. "Let's find somebody who can tell us where we are, and how to get back home."
The girl and the little dog left the house and walked through the flowers and down to the street. A little green man with a high, pointed hat, a forked beard, a blue coat and red boots marched up to Sally from behind a lollipop bush. Sally stared in amazement as he swept his coat open and flashed a stiff cock at her.
"Ooh! What's that? What are you doing?" Sally cried.
"Greetings, oh, mighty witch! You are in Muchfuck Land and I am the Muchfuck mayor!"
"Oh, I see." Sally said. "In fact, I see something I never saw before. But why did you call me a witch?"
"Because you are a witch. But I don't know if you are good or bad."
"Well," Sally said slowly, "I'm as good as I can be, but sometimes I do things that are a little bit naughty."
"Oh, that kind of witch," the mayor said, flashing at Sally again.
"But I'm not a witch, not at all."
Now more Muchfucks began to pop out into the open. Each one as he or she appeared flashed at the girl. Sally's jaw dropped at the sight of so many green-furred pussies and hard, stiff dicks.
"I don't think that is nice at all," she protested.
Then she heard a sound like a giant soap bubble bursting, a sort of sticky, wet plop, similar to a used rubber hitting the floor.
"Clinker! Clinker is here!" the Muchfucks shrilled.
Popo ran barking toward a beautiful, naked blonde woman who stood in a wet spot on the road. Popo leaped and sniffed at Clinker's golden haired honey bowl.
"Oh! Who are you?" Sally asked.
"I am Clinker, the good witch of the North," the lush beauty replied with a smile.
"A witch!" Sally cried. "Are you good or bad?"
"Hee hee hee!" the Muchfucks giggled.
"Oh, I'm a very good witch," Clinker said. "But the Muchfucks sent for me to learn if you are good or bad."
Suddenly the Muchfuck mayor turned dark green in rage. "Stop him! Get that dog!" he shouted.
A Muchfuck in uniform and wearing a sword ran and caught Popo. He tucked the squirming Popo under his arm and brought him to the mayor.
"What's wrong?" Sally asked. "What did Popo do?"
"He was pissing on the caramel flowers!" the mayor replied.
"Well, how about it, honey?" Clinker asked.
"How about what?" Sally replied.
"Ooh, how about lots of things, you luscious little sugar-bun. But for right now, I want to know if you're a good witch or a bad witch."
"I'm not a witch!" Sally cried.
"But you have to be. You killed the wicked witch of the East."
"I didn't!" Sally screamed. "I never killed anybody-never!"
"Well, she's dead, and your house is sitting right on top of her," Clinker answered.
"And it rammed her broomstick right up her cunt!" the mayor laughed. "Killed her dead as a used-up hard-on!"
"Where did you come from?" Clinker asked. "There are no witches as powerful as you in the land of Cooze."
"I'm from Kansas," Sally said. "And we don't have any witches at all there."
"I think you must be a good witch," Clinker said. "Cooze knows, you look good to me!"
"I'm just a little girl named Sally Hales," Sally whimpered. "And I think I want to go home now!"
"Some little girl! "Clinker cooed. "Well, Sally Hales, I don't know anything about Kansas, but they sure must grow 'em good there."
Clinker turned to the Muchfucks and raised her arms. This made her big, firm breasts stand up and quiver. The Muchfucks started flashing like crazy and the mayor took off his hat, dropped to his knees, and grabbed Clinker's thighs as he tried to go down on her.
"Good friends of Muchfuck Land," Clinker called, "I declare Sally to be a good witch! Ooh, Mayor! She has saved you from the evil of the wicked witch of the East. Ummm! Oh, Dogberry! Suck it, boy! Oh wow! I have to go as soon as I come!"
Suddenly there was burst of greasy, black smoke that filled the street with a stink like a thousand hyena farts. The foul smell burned Sally's nose and, as the smoke lifted, there stood Miss Gunch-or her double-dressed as a witch.
"Miss Gunch!" Sally gasped. "How did you get here?"
"I am the wicked witch of the West," Miss Gunch snarled. "Where is my dear sister, the witch of the East?"
"Oops!" Sally exclaimed.
"She's right over there, Cunta, dear," Clinker panted.
"Why, it's dear Clinker, getting it on with one of these Muchfuck shrimps again," Cunta sneered. "What's the matter, love? Scared of a real cock?" Then she turned. "What do you mean, over there?"
"She's dead!" a Muchfuck shouted. "She's dead and you have no power here!"
The Muchfucks began to squeal and yell at Cunta. "Haul ass, you old flap-cunt bitch! Yeah, Bitch of the West! Haul your clapped-up cunt out of town!"
The wicked witch of the West ran to Sally's house. Sally looked and was horrified to see two scrawny legs sticking out from under the wall. And on the legs there sparkled a pair of solid ruby slippers. The witch bent and reached for the shining red shoes.
"The Ruby Slippers!" the witch howled.
"Now they're mine. I'll be powerful enough to overthrow the great Cooze himself!"
She reached for the slippers but there was a hissing noise and a sour smoke curled into the air. The slippers were gone and the witch of the East was melting away.
"They're gone! Where are they? Where are my ruby slippers?"
"They're right here," Clinker grunted, socking her bush into the Muchfuck mayor's face. Sally looked at the blonde witch and was astonished at what the beautiful woman was doing. Clinker had her big breasts in her hands and was squeezing them and plucking at the stiff nipples while she gasped for breath. And all the while she was shoving her crotch against the Muchfuck's long and active tongue. Sally felt a strange burning and a creeping wetness in her virgin cleft.
The wicked witch ran back to them. "Where? Oh! You have them! Give them to me!"
She pointed down at Sally's feet. Sally looked and saw that she was wearing the Ruby Slippers.
"Keep them, Sally!" Clinker panted. "You are safe as long as you wear the Ruby Slippers. Go to Cooze! He can help you. Oh, gaw! I'm coming! Suck me! Suck my pussy!"
"Curse you, you sweet-cunt bitch!" Cunta snarled. "But this isn't the end. I'll get those ruby slippers from you, Miss Tight-Box, and I'll have your head, too. Just you wait and see!"
The wicked witch of the West jammed her broomstick between her legs and jerked it back and forth through her cunt-slit. Again the odor of hyena farts filled the air and black smoke surrounded her. She rose in the air on her broom and sped away through the sky.
"Golly," Sally murmured. "People come and go so fast here!"
"I just came and now I must go," Clinker said. "You get to Cooze. He's the only one that can get you back to Kansas."
"But, where is Cooze? How do I find him?"
"Just follow the yellow pricks!"
Clinker took a deep breath and began to blow. From her lips there came a bubble that grew and grew until it surrounded her. It kept growing until it began to float off with Clinker inside it.
"My goodness," Sally said admiringly. "She certainly can blow bubbles."
"Yes," the mayor grinned, "and you ought to see Bubbles blow her!"
"I must go to Cooze," Sally said. "Where can I find the yellow pricks?'
"Right here," the mayor said. "This is the road, and there is the first prick. Just follow the signs."
Sally looked where the mayor pointed. On a board standing beside the cobbled road there was a stiff prick painted yellow.
"That's a prick?" Sally asked.
"Here's the road, and there's the prick. Just follow the Yellow Prick Road!" Sally called Popo and set off. For a while she walked along silently, scratching her itchy crotch through her dress. After a while she started talking to Popo.
"This is sure a strange place, Popo. I hope Cooze can help us out."
"Woof, woof!" Popo said. He hoped that he could get helped out too. Somehow the air here seemed to make him hornier than at home. If that was possible.
Soon the Muckfuck town was far behind them. Sally and Popo walked along the stone paved road that now ran between fields of ripe grain. The painted pricks that pointed the way were never out of sight and Sally began to think that the trip was going to be an easy one.
"Gosh, Popo, I wonder why these Muchfucks kept showing their things. And what was the mayor sucking Clinker's pussy for? It made me get all sticky in mine, and now it itches!"
"Woof, woof, woof!"
"Yes, Popo, you're right. I'd better look and see if it's all right."
Sally stopped walking and looked back along the road. "There's nobody else on the road at all. Right here is as good a place as any."
She took off her apron and then her dress. She hung them on the rail fence that bordered the road. Then Sally took off her slip and her three petticoats. Then she took off her vest and underpants. At last she stood there nude except for the ruby slippers and her Sunday school medal that she wore on a chain around her neck.
"Woof, woof, woof! Pant, pant!" Popo said.
"Yes, Popo, I think so too. Now I'll just sit down right here and see if my little pussy is all right."
"Oh, baby! It looks just right to me!" a voice called out. "But then, I wouldn't be any judge."
"What?" Sally cried. "Who said that?"
"Nobody here but us scarecrows, juicy-box!"
Sally whirled and stared. There in the field hung a sad-faced scarecrow on a pole. He looked so much like Punk back home that Sally laughed. "Punk! What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I've been hanging around for a long time. I wish I could get down and go away."
"Why don't you, then? Are you scared?'
"Honey-cunt, I'm just a scarecrow. I ain't got no balls!"
"Oh. Well, would you like for me to help you get off?"
Sally felt sorry for the poor, enslaved scarecrow.
"Oh, baby, do!" the straw man groaned. "You sure could get me off, if I had any balls. But off this pole will be a help."
Sally scrambled across the rail fence but, when she was straddling the top rail she slipped and dropped with her pussy squished right on the smooth wooden pole. For a moment she felt dizzy and wanted to stay there while she made the good feeling fill up her little cunt, but she shook her head and went on over to the sad-looking scarecrow. She stretched up and found the nail that the scarecrow was hanging on. While she was twisting it loose one of the scarecrow's hands began to rub and squeeze the girl's right breast and the nipple swelled up and got hard.
"Oh golly!" Sally cried. "Don't do that. It isn't nice!"
"Sorry. But don't worry, honey. With no balls, that's as far as I can go anyway."
Sally got the nail loose and the scarecrow fell off the pole. He staggered against Sally and he squeezed her black-furred pussy with one hand.
"Oh, gee! You are nasty!" the girl exclaimed. She pulled away and climbed back across the fence. The scarecrow followed her and they sat down on the grass beside the road.
"What are you doing with your clothes off?" the scarecrow asked.
"I was going to examine my pussy," Sally said. "It feels so funny."
"Hmmm. Let me look at it. I don't have balls, but I am interested."
Sally turned to face him. She spread her legs and let the cloth man peer into her pink-lipped cleft. The scarecrow brushed back the curly black hair on the plump little mound. After a moment he grunted.
"I see your trouble," he said. "You're all turned on, baby. Your little clit is hard and your slit is drooling juice!"
"I saw the Muchfuck mayor sucking Clinker's pussy," Sally said. "That's when it began to itch."
"Well, honey, you've got one up. Now you'll have to rub it down, or it's going to keep bothering you."
"You mean, rub it, like I do when I want the good feeling to come? But I can't do that with you here! That isn't nice at all!"
"What's your name, dear?"
"I'm Sally Hales, from Gunchville, Kansas."
"That figures," the scarecrow said. "Well, Sally, you'd better rub that sweet thing, or you'll never get where you're going."
"Golly, I guess you know more about it than I do. Well, here goes!"
Sally put her hand over her little pink slit and started rubbing. "Umm!" she sighed. "It does feel good, even if it isn't nice."
"Don't worry about nice!" the scarecrow muttered. "Just do what feels natural."
Sally rubbed harder. She put her other hand over the one pressing her mound and squeezed. "Oh my," she whispered, "it's getting wet and slippery now. Oh gee, it's starting to feel so good!"
"Put your finger in it," the scarecrow cried. "Frig that little button!"
Sally paused and moved her hands. She cautiously peeled the lips of her slit open and looked at herself. She saw her red, hard clit. "This?" she asked.
"Yeah!" the scarecrow panted. "That! Oh gaw! That's the thing. Frig it, baby! Get off on it!"
Sally put her finger on the tip of her clit. She rubbed it gently, never taking her eyes off her slit. "It feels different," she said.
"Oh gaw!" the scarecrow moaned.
Sally rubbed harder. Her little clit swelled and throbbed. "Oh gee!" she gasped. "Something is happening. I think it's coming . . . "
"Oh boy!" the scarecrow panted. "I think so too!"
Sally brought her free hand up to her breasts and squeezed first one and then the other while the busy fingers flew up and down in her streaming nest. She leaned back with her neck arched while she gasped for breath through her open mouth and her hips began to rock back and forth against her hand.
"Oh! Oh my!" she moaned. "Ooh! What's happening? It never felt like this. Oh, my goodness, it's so good!"
Sally fell to the grass still clutching herself and rubbing desperately. As she finished her climax her body shuddered and went limp. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and looked at the scarecrow.
"Golly gee, Mr. Scarecrow, I'm glad you told me what to do. But even if it does feel good, it isn't nice to masturbate in front of somebody."
"Whatever you call it," the scarecrow grinned, "I loved every minute of it."
"I think you just wanted to see me play with my pussy."
"Aw, Sally!" the scarecrow protested, "How can you say that? Doesn't it feel a lot better now?"
"Oh, yes," Sally agreed. "It feels just fine now and it felt just wonderful while I was doing it."
"Then what is it that isn't nice?"
"Gee, I don't know," Sally said. "But that's what I've always heard. I guess I'll just have to do it some more until I can understand all about it."
"Whee!" the scarecrow cried. "That's the spirit, Sally. Gaw! I sure do wish I had some balls!"
"Oh? Hey! I'm going to Cooze to get him to send me back to Kansas. Maybe he will give you some balls. What kind do you want?"
"What? Oh! Why, honey, I mean the kind that will work."
The scarecrow pulled out a hard prick and showed it to Sally. She looked at it for a moment, then said, "I don't see what's wrong with that. Can't you pee with it?"
"Sure, doll-baby, but without balls, it won't go off. I can't come the way you did when you rubbed your little Cooze."
"Come?" Sally said.
"That's right, honey-pot. When you jerk off, you come. Well, I ought to come too, but, with no balls.. . "
Sally took the scarecrow's prick in her hand and squeezed it. "Maybe if I rubbed it some," she said. "It would start working for you."
She began to stroke the scarecrow's shaft. The straw man sighed and moaned. "Oh, yeah! That's good, sugar bucket."
Sally was encouraged and gave the scarecrow's tool continued attention. Her soft little hand caressed and stimulated it until the straw man gasped hoarsely, "Oh, you sweet baby-doll, it's helping. But maybe if you sucked on it a little.. . "
"Suck on it!" Sally gasped, "Gee, do you think that really might help?"
"I don't know, but it can't hurt it!"
Sally bent over and started kissing the head of the scarecrow's rod. For a moment she only pressed her lips to the hot, red shaft. Then she licked it cautiously and giggled. "It feels nice," she exclaimed." Well, here goes!"
Sally opened her mouth and took the throbbing tool between her lips. As she clasped her full, red, soft lips around the scarecrow's sneaky meat the ball-less straw man groaned. "Oh yeah! Now that's it, baby," he panted. "That's exactly right! Now just fuck your head up and down on it a minute!"
Sally bobbed her head helpfully. The thick pole swelled and jerked, and Sally screamed and jumped away from it. Hot jizm spurted and gushed from the inflamed tool and splashed all over Sally's neck and breasts.
"I broke it!" Sally cried. "Oh my, I made it sick!"
"Oh no, baby," the scarecrow panted. "It ain't broke. It's working, baby! Oh wow! You got it to working!"
"Oh, I'm so glad!" Sally sighed. She held on to the bucking, spouting pole until it ran dry. Then, as it went soft, she straightened up and smiled.
"Now we have helped each other," she said. "My pussy feels better and your thing is working too. Why don't you come with me to Cooze?"
"I sure will, Sally. We may need some more help along the way."
The new friends sat there for a little longer to enjoy the good feelings they both had. When they got to their feet to start off to Cooze, Sally went to the fence. "Oh dear!" she cried.
She had turned around just in time to see a flock of big, black crows. The crows were just flying away with all of Sally's clothes! "Oh, help!" she screamed. "Stop them! Make them give back my clothes!"
The scarecrow waved his arms and shouted. One of the crows dropped Sally's apron but all the rest flew away. Sally ran and picked up her apron and put it on. "Oh gee, it's too far now to go all the way back to Muchfuck land and get more clothes from my house. What shall I do?"
"Better go on to Cooze," the scarecrow said. "You can get clothes there. Besides, you look real nice like that."
Sally looked very nice indeed. The little pink and white apron reached from just below her sweet, round breasts to just below her dear, black-haired pussy and it wrapped around her until only the very middle of her smooth, pink bottom showed behind, with its tender, delicious crease running from her dimpled back to curve under and disappear between her thighs. The scarecrow looked at the sight one time and said, "I'd better follow you, Sally. You're the one that knows the way."
The two new friends started off along the Yellow Prick Road. Popo came running from the bushes to join them. Sally looked at the next painted yellow prick.
"Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "Prick! Pricks!
That's the name for your thing, isn't it?"
"Among others, yeah," the scarecrow said.
"Prick, pussy, pussy, prick," Sally murmured. "You know, they sort of go together."
"Oh boy!" the scarecrow groaned. "I'll say they do, honey!"
Sally giggled. "I wonder if the painted prick would shake and shoot off goo if I sucked it."
"I wouldn't be surprised, baby. After all, you made mine work, and I got no balls! But if you want to suck something, the sight of your pretty little pink behind is getting mine stiff again."
Sally tossed her long black hair and giggled. "Silly, we have to hurry on to Cooze now. But, my goodness, I certainly have learned something. Prick, pussy, pussy, prick! I wonder why I never knew they could be such fun."
"Honey-bucket, you just don't know the half of it yet! Hey, what's that?"
The scarecrow pointed toward a clump of trees beside the road. Sally peered into them and saw a log cabin standing among the trees.
"Gosh! We're coming into a forest. That looks like a woodcutter's cabin."
Sally and the scarecrow went to the cabin and Sally knocked on the door.
"Nobody home!" a voice called from inside the house.
"Oh dear, there's nobody home," Sally said.
"Hey! Who's in there?" the scarecrow called out. "Who answered?"
In a moment the door opened and standing there was a girl all made of bright, shiny tin. "Oh golly!" Sally gasped. "Are you, uh, do you, is this the woodcutter's house?"
"It sure is, sweetie," the tin girl replied.
"Well, gee whiz! I thought woodcutters were men!"
"I might as well be a man, pink-tits. Who ever heard of a girl without a cooze?"
Sally looked at the tin girl. Sure enough, the space between her legs was smooth and seamless.
"You don't have a what?" Sally asked.
"A cooze! A puss! A sweet-slit, coozey hole. A pussy! Can't you see?"
"Oh, that!" Sally said. "Oh wow, this is a shame. I'm sure glad I have one, now that the scarecrow has shown me how to use it."
"Oh, baby," the tin girl said, "if I had one, you'd better believe I'd know how to use it. But it's pure hell to be horny and not have a hole to plug."
"Wait!" Sally cried. "We are going to see Cooze. He's the only one that can send me back to Kansas. Maybe he can give the scarecrow balls and you a, uh, a cooze?"
"Yeah, a cooze. Say, kid, if I can get me a pussy, I'll do anything! Where did you say you're from?"
"I'm Sally Hales from Kansas. I want to go home, but maybe I'll wait a while and learn more about pricks and pussies and things."
"Learn more-the scarecrow taught you, Sally, do you mean you have never used your pussy for what it's for?"
Sally blushed. "I did rub it when I was lonely, and that felt nice. But he showed me how to do it so I could really-what did I do?"
"You got off, honey," the scarecrow said. "You had a come."
"Come! That's it," Sally said. "Oh my, you should have seen me come!"
"Love to," the tin girl smiled. "But that means you haven't ever fucked."
"What? Fucked? Oh! You mean, that? Letting a boy put his prick all the way in my pussy and, and, doing it? Oh, Tin Girl! That's an awful thing to do! It's most the worst thing there is!"
"Well," the tin girl sighed, "Of course, I can't do it at all. What do you think about it, Straw Man?"
"Well, since I don't have any balls, I couldn't say."
"Oh, Scarecrow!" Sally giggled. "You ought to be able to do it. You were sure stiff when I sucked you and you spouted your goo all over me!"
"You think it's bad to fuck," the tin girl said, "but you gave old Straw Ass here a blow job?
You know, Sally, you're kind of weird! If I just had a hole, I'd make out with him in a minute!"
"Well then, Tin Girl, let's go to Cooze. We'll get you fixed up and then the two of us will ball like mad!" Scarecrow laughed.
"I'm on," Tin Girl agreed. "And anyway, even if I haven't got a cunt, I bet I could beat her sweet little ass at giving head!"
The three new friends and Popo started to leave the log cabin.
CHAPTER THREE
"Ah ha! There you are, you juicy little virgin!"
Sally gasped and choked. The stink of hyena farts almost knocked her down. The three friends looked up and there was the wicked witch of the West and her frigging broom, on the roof of the tin girl's house. She snarled down at the frightened trio and rubbed the greasy broomstick through her slimy old slit.
"And you, Scarecrow, you want a ball? Then try this one!'
She drew back her arm and threw a flaming ball of fire at the cowering straw man.
"No! Oh, no! Not fire! I can't stand fire!" the scarecrow screamed.
"And you, Tin Girl, you wish you had a cunt, do you? Here's one you can eat!" the witch cackled. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and shoved her great, gape-lipped coozy at them. Its hairy, hanging mouth flapped at them and its long, drooping clit dripped juice on the roof.
"Oh no!" Tin Girl moaned. "Gaw, I couldn't stand it! It smells like hyena farts!"
The wicked witch screeched with evil glee and flew off in a cloud of greasy, black smoke.
"Golly gee," Sally whispered. "We'd better hurry on. I think she means to make trouble for us."
They set off along the Yellow Prick Road. Soon they were walking through a dark and evil-looking forest. The trees hung over the road and they had strange and frightening shapes.
"Gee Whiz," Sally said. "Look at those trees! Some of them look like they have pricks!"
"Yeah, and balls, too." Scarecrow said.
"And pussies, too," Tin Girl moaned. "And there are two of them, getting it on together!"
"Lucky, fucking trees," Tin Girl said. "Let's get out of here."
They hurried along, deeper into the forest. "I wonder if there are any wild animals in here," Sally whispered.
"Oh, sure," Scarecrow replied. "Probably lions and tigers and bears."
"Lions and tigers and bears?" Sally repeated.
"Oh, my! We'd better hurry. I don't think I would learn anything from them."
From the dark shadows under the trees there came a roar, "Roar! Roar, roar! Roar, rowff!"
"Oh dear! What's that?"
"Woof, woof! Woof, woof, woof!" Popo went charging into the woods.
"Roar! Help! Oh, roar, roar! Help, get the fucking dog off me!"
A fierce and shaggy lion pounced out of the trees with Popo chasing him. "Roar! Call off the dog! Oh gaw! He's got me! Roar! Not the balls! Help!"
The lion crouched down behind Sally and shoved his head between her legs. "Save me!" he whined. "He's gonna eat me up!"
The lion's shaggy mane tickled Sally's crack and she giggled.
"Oh dear!" Sally laughed. "You certainly are chicken, Lion! Popo won't hurt you. You're a coward!"
"That's me," the lion agreed. "Chicken of the forest. I don't got no nerve." The lion shuddered with fear between Sally's legs. His fur rubbed Sally's sweet little pussy until the girl moaned. "Ooh, Lion!" she gasped. "Get out from between my legs! In a minute I'll have to masturbate again!"
"Oh, yummy!" the lion sighed. "That's sure a nice little cooze you got there, honey. I'd love to fuck you, but I don't got the nerve!"
"And I haven't any balls," Scarecrow added.
"And I don't have a cooze!" Tin Girl mourned.
"And your neck is still rubbing my pussy," Sally said. "If you don't stop, oh, never mind. Now I'll have to do it!"
The lovely girl jerked her apron up and put her finger on her stiff little clit. She spread her legs apart and began to frig her pussy.
"Better sit down to do it, Sally," the tin girl advised. "You might fall down and hurt yourself when you come!"
Sally lay down and flipped her apron out of the way. She spread her legs and pulled the lips of her pink pussy apart. Scarecrow groaned at the sight and reached for his stiff cock. The lion crouched over the girl and began to lap at her slit. "Oh golly! That feels so good!" the girl gasped. "Oh, Tin Girl, I wish you had one too! I know I'm going to have a big come now!"
"I know it, too," Tin Girl cried. "Oh gaw, I wish I did have one! I can't wait to get to Cooze to get a cooze!"
"Ooh, yes! I am going to come. Oh, Lion, lick me harder! I'm coming now! Ooh, now! Watch me come!"
Sally bounced her precious little ass in the air and shoved her honey-pot against the lion's flying tongue. The nerveless lion lapped the flowing slit and all of a sudden he shot a load of lion cum on the road. Sally gasped and groaned.
"Stop! I did it! I did it! Oh, Lion. You did make me come!"
The lion lay down and panted for breath. Sally sat up and saw the lion's great gob of cream shining on the paving stones.
"Oh gee!" Sally laughed. "You came too! Just like Scarecrow did when I sucked his prick!"
"Yes, he did," Scarecrow laughed. "And look what I've got now!"
Sally looked at the scarecrow's rigid cock. "Oh gee, now you need to come, too!"
"Yeah, I sure do. How about it, Sally?"
"Wait! I can't fuck, and I can't come, but I'll give you head, Scarecrow. It's better than nothing. For a guy with no balls you seem to be pretty well off!" Tin Girl called.
"Hey now, I'll go for that, Tinny!" Scarecrow grinned.
The scarecrow looked the tin girl over carefully. Once you got used to her strange, glittering, silvery appearance she was a very pretty girl. "You know, Tinny," Scarecrow said. "If you just had a cooze, you'd be a real knock-out yourself."
"Go on, Scarecrow," Sally giggled. "Let her suck your prick. I want to learn more about all that kind of stuff. And thank you, Lion. My pussy feels good again, now."
Tin Girl went down on the scarecrow's cock and started sucking. In a moment she was hanging onto the scarecrow's straw-stuffed ass and gobbling furiously. Scarecrow's hips thrust at her in rhythm to her sucking.
"Wow!" Sally whispered, "Look at that! His prick must be eight inches long and she's getting it all the way down her throat!"
"That's talent, kid," Lion growled. "When you can take it like that, you'll have all the answers!"
"Ooo-ee! I'm coming!" Scarecrow moaned. "Hang on, sweet-lips! I'm gonna blow it off!"
Scarecrow shot his hot cream down the tin girl's throat and blasted her tonsils with jizm. The girl sucked until Scarecrow went limp in her mouth. Then she let the withered wick slip slowly from her lips and she licked her mouth. She sat down on the ground and panted until she caught her breath. Then she said, "Oh my! I think I came too!"
"Gee whiz, Tin Girl!" Sally exclaimed. "How did you do it? What did you come with?"
"I don't know what I did it with," Tin Girl sighed, "but if that wasn't a come, it will sure do for me. Oh wow! If I had a cooze, I'd just be a puddle of cream with a cunt sticking out!"
CHAPTER FOUR
At this point it might be well for us to pause while some explanation is offered. Certainly Sally's three new friends did not appear just in time for the girl to meet them. There is a story behind each of them.
Long, long before the tornado sucked Sally off the ground in Kansas and blew her all the way to the mysterious land of Cooze, and long before the Great and Mighty Wizard of Cooze came to rule the land, there were two strong and happy kingdoms in the land. One kingdom was in the East and the other was in the West. By the time Cooze came for the first time both of these kingdoms had been gone for a long time and when Cooze built the Pussy-Pink City for his capitol no one remembered the kingdoms of the East and of the West.
But in the old days, when the two kingdoms still existed, they had two good rulers. King Dipstick was king of the West and Queen Pluggy ruled in the East. Dipstick had a son, Dongo, who would one day rule in his father's place and Pluggy had a daughter, Pussella, who would rule in her mother's place.
But both kingdoms were threatened by evil rivals, the wicked witches of the East and of the West. The wicked witch of the West wanted to get Dipstick's dipstick in her crankcase so desperately that she tried everything she could think of to make him come plow her oozing bottom-land, but Dipstick never stirred. The witch of the West, the wicked Cunta whom we have already met, stirred her hot pot with her ebony broomstick and plotted.
"Somehow I must have Dipstick's dong!" she muttered. "I'll fuck him if it's the last thing I do."
In the East, the wicked witch burned for Pluggy's golden snatch, and to get the lovely queen to give her head. But sweet Pluggy had no time for the witch, the evil Dykey, and remained true to her long, smooth, golden scepter and the love of her little daughter Pussella.
"I will meet with my sister, Cunta. Maybe two heads will be better than one," Dykey growled. "Together we can plan a way to have what we desire."
Cunta and Dykey met and made plans. Then they made each other. They sucked one another and they both masturbated with Cunta's broom and with Dykey's pestle. And at last they knew what they would do. Since the king and queen wouldn't give them what they wanted, they would take away what the two rulers loved best.
"I'll steal Pluggy's golden dildo!" Dykey cried.
"No, no, you fool. We must take Prince Dongo and Princess Pussella! We will hide them where they can't ever be found," Cunta gasped, plugging her twat with her broomstick and coming great gouts of reeking cum.
"Oh, sister, yes!" Dykey moaned. "Now let me stick my long, hard clit up your cunt. We'll fuck for a while and then we shall steal the royal son and daughter!"
So the two wicked witches did as they had planned. And, in order to make sure that Dongo and Pussella were never found, they used their magic to disguise them. Dongo was changed into the scarecrow and Pussella was changed into the tin girl. And, to make their wicked revenge complete, Dongo's balls were hidden inside his straw and Pussella's pussy was hidden inside her tin body. Then poor Dongo was nailed on a pole in the field where Sally found him and Pussella was given the log cabin in the forest where Sally found her, and both of them had their memories taken away so they couldn't even tell anyone who they were. And so it was when Sally from Kansas arrived after the tornado's blow-job.
Sally and Scarecrow and Tin Girl and Lion had recovered from their come-stop and were once again following the Yellow Prick Road. Down the road through the forest they could see the sun shining.
"Gosh, I think we are almost out of the woods," Sally cried. "Won't it be nice to see the sunshine again?"
The three friends started singing a happy song as they skipped out of the forest. Each one sang a verse telling how he or she would use what the wizard would give him or her. The scarecrow started, singing in a loud, off-key voice about how he would enjoy his balls once he got them.
"I'll fuck every hole, whether cunt or stump, I'll diddle every slot, or crotch, or rump! If I only had some balls-if I just had even one ball!"
Tin Girl sang in a clear soprano, "And I'd screw and hump, jerk off on the jump! I'd spread my ass on the bed or the grass, if I only had a cooze, just a slot in my ooze!"
Lion began to roar, "I'd be the stud of the forest, the master cock and the hottest. I'd jape and I'd plug any cat, cunt, or bug! If I only had the nerve; oh, if I just had the nerve!"
Sally said sweetly, "When I get home to
Kansas, I'll masturbate and show ass! I'll teach pussy rubbing and fooling to all in my Sunday School, when I get home to Kansas, oh, when I just get home to Kansas!"
" Why, that's a class we have at church," Sally said. "We learn what's right and what's wrong, and how to be good."
"Is that where you learned that it's bad to fuck?" Scarecrow asked.
"Golly gee, yes! Gee whiz, Miss White would just die if she knew about me masturbating! And if she knew Lion had licked my pussy and made me come-oh, gee!"
"You mean, she doesn't do it?" Tin Girl asked. "Doesn't she have a pussy?"
"Oh, I guess she does, sure. But she'd never touch it with her hands! Golly, it's still a very nasty, ugly thing to do."
"But, Sally," Lion purred. "I thought it was a very nice thing when I licked your sweet little honey-slit."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Lion! I didn't mean you were nasty. I guess that since I've been here I have become a very bad little girl. Why, just now I was thinking that when we get back to Kansas I would see if Popo would lick my pussy!"
"Woof, woof, woof! Pant, pant!" Popo agreed.
"Kansas must be a very strange land," Scarecrow said.
"Gosh! And I think Cooze is strange," Sally laughed.
"Strange cooze!" Sally said. "You call a pussy a cooze and you call the land Cooze, and you call the wizard Cooze. What do you call his city, Cooze-land?'
"Golly, no!" Scarecrow said. "Everybody knows that Cooze lives in the Pussy-Pink City!"
"And we can keep it straight," Lion growled. "But look, we've come to the end of the forest!"
The friends stopped and gazed at the scene before them. The Yellow Prick Road ran straight ahead through a field of yellow poppies. Away in the distance rose the city, like a vision in the mist. There it was, gleaming in the sun: the towers and spires of the Pussy-Pink City.
"Gosh, isn't it beautiful?" Sally cried.
"There it is!" Tin Girl exclaimed. "That's where I'll get my cunt!"
"Let's hurry!" Lion roared. "I want to get there before I lose my nerve!"
"Better be careful," Scarecrow warned. "Don't forget the witch!"
"Don't be silly. What can happen now?" Sally laughed.
The friends ran along the road and through the field of poppies. But the poppies were magic, and Cunta had put them there. Cunta, the wicked and
T horny witch who wanted the Ruby Slippers and revenge on Sally for killing her evil sister, Dykey. Cunta wanted the poppies to put Sally and her friends to sleep. Then Cunta would sneak up, suck Sally's pussy, and fuck the scarecrow. Then she would steal the Ruby Slippers and break Sally's cherry with her broom and make the girl permanently horny for cock.
Now, as the friends ran happily through the poppies, Cunta was watching them in her crystal ball. She snickered when she saw them slow down to a walk. She cackled in evil glee when she saw them stop and rub their eyes. And she began to fuck her hairy cunt with her broom when she saw them sit down and yawn.
"Oh, it won't be long now, my little sweets!" she cackled. "In a few more minutes you will all be sound asleep and I will swoop down and have what I want from you!"
"Oh gosh, I'm so sleepy!" Lion yawned.
"Golly, me too!" Sally said.
"Woof, woof, yawn!" Popo agreed.
"We will just have to stop and rest," Tin Girl said. "I can't go another step until I have a nap."
"We can see the Pussy-Pink City of Cooze from here," Scarecrow said. "So we can't get lost. Let's just lie down and catch forty winks."
The four friends and Popo stretched out among the poppies and went sound asleep. For a few minutes nothing happened. Then, from out of the sky, there came a streak of greasy, black smoke and Cunta swept down on her broom in a haze of foul-smelling vapor. She landed on the Yellow Prick Road and looked down at her victims.
"Now I have you," she cackled. "You are all mine at last!"
Cunta quickly stripped off her vile, black gown and her dirty black hat. She stood there naked and horny, rubbing her breasts while the hot juice trickled down her slit.
And, if anyone had been there to see her, they would have been amazed. For the instant she took off her witch-garb, Cunta looked different. Instead of the withered, dangle-tit, slop-cunt crone that her friends knew, Cunta was a most delicious looking pile of fuckable female. Her breasts were firm and full with hard, coral pink nipples. Her body was trim and curved. Her pouting pussy was covered with crisp black curls and from the delightful bush there peeped an erect red clit. All told, it was a sight that should have brought even King Dipstick out to plow. Even the wicked Cunta's face, framed by long, black hair, though marked by the evil of her ways, was still firm and lovely.
However, Cunta was evil and dangerous, and her beauty was only another weapon in her treasure of traps for the innocent.
Now the witch crouched over Sally. She lifted the girl's little apron and gazed at the sweet, virgin coozy. Licking her wet lips, Cunta whispered, "First I'll get me some of this. Oh gaw! What a tasty looking little cunt she does have! It's better than I had imagined. Sleep, sleep, my dear. Soon you'll be dreaming of hot pricks up your little hole!"
Cunta brushed the black hair away from Sally's little pink slit. She teased the lips open and touched the tender bud of the Kansas clit.
"Umm!" she moaned, "almost untouched. Now that sweet thing is going to get the best eating of its life!"
She buried her face in Sally's crotch and licked her slit. Her nose was hidden in the crisp curls that adorned Sally's mound and her tongue crept up her hole. She licked and licked until she felt Sally's clit getting stiff. Then she sucked it and sipped the sweet dew that her quim gave out.
Sally started grunting in her sleep and she thrust her crotch up to the witch's tongue. Her breathing grew faster and her hands came up to fondle her firm, round breasts. Cunta's slot got hotter and her juice dripped out onto the road. She sucked harder and her saliva mingled with Sally's cream. Then Sally started coming. Her crotch bucked up so violently that Cunta had to grab the girl's thighs to keep her mouth in the sweet sugar dish. Sally creamed like a spring-thawed stream and the witch sucked and drank all the girl put down. Finally Sally sighed and fell limp.
Cunta sat up and wiped her mouth. Then she squeezed her clit and gave it a couple of good jerks. "Now for some of the Scarecrow's prick," she muttered. She turned to the snoring straw man and worked his prick out from the straw that filled his pants. The long, limp flesh filled the witch's hand and flopped over it, hanging down one side as far as it rose in her fist. "Gaw!" Cunta croaked. "This wand is a priceless gem! How big will it be when it's hard?"
She squeezed and stroked it and it began to swell. "It's coming!" Cunta panted.
In a moment the wand was full-grown and the witch was shaking all over.
"Nine stiff inches of hot cock!" she moaned. "It's been years since I had any at all, and now, this wonder-machine, all for me!"
She squatted astride the sleeping scarecrow and brought his prick toward her dripping slot. "Oh shit!" she gasped, "I'm going to come!"
Crouching and shaking, the witch got her nuts before she even got stuffed. Her come-juice ran down the crack of her ass and dripped into the scarecrow's straw padding. For a moment she shook and moaned, then she got back to the business in hand.
"Oh! Aww! Ooh, it's so good!" she panted as she slid down the hot pole and filled her cunt to its absolute bottom-most depths. She sat down hard on the straw man and let her cunt chew on his stick. Then she began to ride him. Faster and faster she bucked to and fro, sawing her slit against the stiff cock and banging it against the tight walls of her cunt. "I'm getting a fuck!" she howled. "Oh gaw, I'm full of cock now!"
Luckily for the four friends and Popo, the good witch Clinker had not forgotten them. And even at that very moment she was standing in front of her magic window watching them as they were assaulted by Cunta the Bad. She saw Scarecrow getting raped by the witch of the West and she saw the great, long shaft disappearing in the black-furred cunt. Clinker moaned and jammed her fingers into her own sweet, gold-furred honey-pot.
"Oh! Oh my!" Clinker gasped. "I must save Sally and her friends! I must save them all, but especially that Scarecrow! Golly, look at the hard-on he's got!"
Clinker masturbated while Cunta fucked off on the scarecrow. Then, just as Cunta felt her entire hole getting filled up and washed out by Scarecrow's spurting load, Clinker made it over and twitched her magic wand at the scene. At once the poppies started wilting and turning brown. "Hot heat of passionate fucks!" Clinker chanted. "Fry the poppies and, uh, what ever, you know!"
The poppies shriveled away and Sally began to stir. Cunta leaped up from the scarecrow but she was so weak from her powerful come that she fell sprawling on her ass.
"Curses!" she snarled. "It's that shit-eating Clinker. And I'm all fucked out. I can't get to the Ruby Slippers!"
With the poppies falling like a million limp dicks, the friends woke up. They looked at the weak witch lying on the road beside the scarecrow. Sally thought she recognized her and screamed.
"Miss Gunch!" she cried. "How did you get here? And where are your clothes?" Then she looked again and giggled. "Gosh, you're awful cute, but what's that goo running out of your pussy?"
"I'm not your friend, whoever she is," Cunta gasped. "I'm Cunta, witch of the West. You have escaped me this time, sweetie. I fucked too long and Clinker saved you. But it was worth it! I sucked you off, and I got a long, hard fuck on Scarecrow. I can catch you later. Now bug off and leave me here to remember that big prick!"
"What are you talking about?" Lion roared.
"And fuck you too, Lion!" Cunta laughed. "Look at him, and look at her, and look at me! Can't you see what's been going on?"
"Huh?"
"I sucked her sweet little box, and I rode off on Scarecrow's wand, that's what!"
"You sucked me!" Sally gasped, "Oh my, that's why I had such a strange dream!"
"Now go away," the witch sighed. "I'm too tired and satisfied to mess around. Go on to Cooze and see if he can help you. But, Sally, I'll be back for more of the honey in your pot. And for more of your meat, straw-boy!"
Sally and her friends backed away from the sprawling witch. As they got to a safe distance from her Tin Girl yelled out, "Up your ass with a pine tree, witch! I wouldn't have a cunt if it smelled like yours!"
"Oh, I didn't notice that," Sally said. "I think she's got a pretty little coozy."
"She does," Tin Girl said sadly. "But I could use it a whole lot better!"
The friends were all very nervous and upset by their narrow escape. And Sally was tense from the excitement. "Golly," she said, "She sucked me off and I never even woke up!"
"It was those poppies," Tin Girl said. "But it was really Scarecrow who saved us. If his cock hadn't been so good, she'd have had time to get the Ruby Slippers and then she would have had us for her slaves."
"Oh, you straw man!" Tin Girl said. "You just wait till I get my pussy! Then I'll show you some thanks!"
"And when I get my balls, I'll show you some fucking, too!" Scarecrow laughed.
"Woof, woof!" Popo said as he paused to piss on a signpost.
"Gee, I'm getting hungry," Sally said.
"I guess you are," Scarecrow laughed. It's your first day here and you've already gotten sucked off twice and jerked off once."
"Does that give you an appetite?" Sally asked.
"I don't know, since I don't have any balls," Scarecrow grinned. "But it seems to me like it would."
"It didn't make me hungry when I came," Tin Girl said. "But since I don't have a coozy, maybe I didn't really come."
"Oh, roar!" Lion laughed. "You shouldn't be hungry, Tinny. You ate a big load of Straw-ass's cum."
"Gee," Sally said. "Is it nourishing? Maybe I need some too. May I, Scarecrow?"
"May you what, sugar-box?"
"May I please suck your prick some, since I'm hungry and Tinny seems to be well fed from what she got from you, and I'd like to do it anyway, to see if you like it."
Scarecrow felt his limp wick through his pants. "You want to stop and do it right now, or wait until we get to the city? It's right ahead of us."
Sally looked down the road. The Pussy-Pink City was still far in the distance. Sally blushed at her sense of sounding greedy.
"I really think I'd better do it now," she said. "I don't think I could walk that far with nothing to eat. What does it taste like, Tinny?"
"Umm, I loved it," the tin maiden said. "But it might be an acquired taste."
"Comeon, Scarecrow," Sally teased. "Let me have it. I promise I won't bite."
The friends stopped on the road to let the girl blow the scarecrow. Sally sat down beside her straw-stuffed friend and reached for his prick. She squeezed it in her hand for a moment and the limp head flopped over her fist.
"Make it get stiff," she complained. "I don't want it like this."
"Uh, I'm pretty well fucked out," Scarecrow said. "Maybe if you show me your pussy some I'll get it up."
"This silly thing?" Sally giggled. She pulled her apron out of the way and spread her legs. Scarecrow gently brushed her black pussy fur aside and fingered the tender pink lips. Sally squeezed his cock in her fist while he played with her slit.
"It's starting to get big," Sally said. "And my pussy is starting to get hot too."
In a moment Scarecrow's cock was hard and Sally bent to suck it. She ran her tongue around the red head and jerked back with a scream.
"Ow! Oh, my! It burns my mouth!"
Tin Girl came over. "Let me see," she said. She quickly took the cock in her mouth and sucked for a moment. Then she spit it out and laughed. "That was the witch's pussy juice," she said. "It's spicy, but it won't hurt you. Go on and suck him off. We'll never get to Cooze like this."
Sally bent to her task and started sucking the scarecrow's prick. Every time she paused for breath she gave her friends a smile. After a few breaks Sally stopped and said, "He's about to come now. I can tell by the way it's jerking in my hand. But I'm afraid it won't do me much good, 'cause I need to come too, now."
"Oh, go on and finish him," Tinny giggled. "One more come won't wear you out. Why don't you frig your slit while you suck his cream?"
Sally blushed. "I would," she said, "but I'd like for you to masturbate me. Will you play with me while I finish sucking him off?"
"Oh, sure," Tinny said. "If I ever get a pussy, I can already know how to play with one."
While Sally finished sucking the scarecrow off she spread her legs and opened her slit to Tinny's fingers. Sally started coming just as Scarecrow's cream spouted in her mouth. She drank and drank, sucking as long as there was a drop to get out, and Tinny slipped her little tongue into Sally's slit for the sweet honey that ran down her crack. Then Sally let the limp stick slide out of her mouth and lay on her back. Popo trotted over and sniffed his mistress's little pink slit. He wagged his tail and lapped the tender crack.
"Ooh! No, no, Popo!" Sally giggled. "Not right now, anyway!"
Then she sat up and laughed. "That's much better. Now I feel like going all the way to Cooze. Thank you again, Scarecrow. You are the best friend I have!"
Scarecrow shrugged. "Aw, shucks. Any time, Sally! Any time!"
Once more they set off. Now the Pussy-Pink City drew closer and as it did the friends grew more and more excited. "Just think!" Tin Girl cried. "By tonight I might have my pussy!"
"And I might have balls!" Scarecrow laughed.
"And nerve" Lion purred. "When I get the nerve, Tinny, can I have a piece of your pussy?"
"Sure, Lion! Oh gaw, am I ready to fuck!"
"By tonight," Sally said, "I might be on my way back to Kansas."
"Woof, woof!" Popo agreed, thinking of Miss Gunch's pussy cat.
"When are you gonna try fucking, Sally?" Scarecrow asked.
"Oh, I'm not!" the girl gasped. "I've told you how nasty it is. I know all of you talk about it, but I haven't seen any of you really do it."
"Shit, kid," Lion snorted, "you've got the only cunt in the crowd. If you won't loosen up with it, how's anybody gonna do some fucking?"
"Cunta fucked me," Scarecrow reminded her. "But we were all asleep, so nobody saw it."
"You can believe that if I had a cooze," Tinny laughed, "you'd see some fucking. Oh, wow! I want a hot cock inside me so bad!"
"Golly, I know how good it feels to come," Sally sighed. "Oh wow, I really do. But, to have a big prick stuck up inside you! Oh my, I don't see how you could stand that."
"Hush!" Tinny gasped. "I can imagine it-oh gee, I can really imagine it! Now I'm really on fire for a fuck. I need to come! Oh gaw, how can I come?"
"We're nearly at Cooze's, Tinny," Lion said. "Hang on just a little bit longer, honey."
CHAPTER FIVE
The friends hurried on to the gates of the city. The great pink door loomed before them and Sally marched right up to it. She lifted the big tit-shaped knocker and let it thump against the door.
"Who the fuck did that?" a fussy voice cried out from inside.
"We did," Sally said.
"Who the fuck is we?"
"We are four travelers that have come to see Cooze."
"You want to see cooze? Look at your own, then."
"Who the fuck is that?" Scarecrow called. "Open the door before we break it down!"
"Yeah," Lion shouted. "I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow it down!"
"I think it's wolves that do that," Sally whispered.
"It's opening! It's opening!" the voice called nervously. "Why didn't you say you wanted inside?"
The door opened and the friends went into the city. There was no sign of the doorkeeper, but his voice came from all around them.
"Now where do you want to go?" it asked.
"We must see the Wizard of Cooze," Sally said. "My friends all need his help, and so do I, and the wicked witch of the West wants my ruby slippers, and she wants to suck my pussy, so I need to see Cooze."
"The witch of the West? The Ruby Slippers? Holy Gaw! You ought to go see Cooze!"
"That's what we said," Sally cried.
"Oh, well then, why didn't you say so? It's straight ahead. You can't miss it."
"Golly," Sally said, "I can't go to see the mighty wizard looking like this. I'm a mess!"
"We all could use a little cleaning up," Tinny said. "Look over there! A bathhouse and massage parlor! Let's go get fixed up."
The friends went inside the parlor and a bevy of lovely girls ran to greet them. " Right in here," they called. "We'll fix you up as quick as can be!"
They were taken to soft beds where they all lay down. The girls started working on them eagerly, rubbing and stroking them all over. Lion and Scarecrow both got hard cocks in a minute.
"Do you want to fuck?" the girls asked.
"I do," Lion sobbed. "But I don't got the nerve. You just go ahead and do whatever you think you should."
"I don't have any balls," Scarecrow laughed, "but I'll do the best I can."
One of the girls got on Lion and stuffed his prick up her pussy. The minute he felt the red-haired beauty squeeze down on him with her tight cunt, Lion roared.
"Oh shit! I'm coming!" he cried.
Lion shot his wad up the girl and the hot load oozed back out of her to puddle on his furry belly.
"Ooh, too fast!" the girl complained. "Now I'll have to get you hard again so I can have my fun, too."
Scarecrow ran his long dong up the sweet slit of his attendant and she began to squeal with pleasure.
"Oh, Cooz! What a cock!" she cried. "Oh my Gaw! I'm gonna come! Fuck me, you old bale of hay! I'm coming! I'm-I am! I, oh, yes! Coming now!"
Sally was hot from the massage and her eyes were wide from the sight of real, live, honest fucking. She fingered her little slit and braced herself to get some coming done too. But she looked at Tinny and saw tears running down the bright, silver cheeks.
"Oh, poor Tinny! Sally said. "You can't do a thing, can you?"
"No. But you go ahead. Make a nice sixty-nine with your girl."
Tinny's attendant looked at the sad girl. Then she smiled. "Maybe if I suck your tits," she said, "and you eat my slit, we can both come?"
"Yes! Anything!" poor Tinny sobbed. "I'll eat you up, if you can just give me a come!"
"Let's do it too," Sally said to her massage girl. "I have never sucked a girl, but I know how to do it; I've had my pussy sucked!"
Sally crawled on top of the horny massage girl and crouched with her pussy over the attendant's face. Then she bent over and licked the girl's slit.
"Oh yes! That's right-go to town, honey!" the girl gasped. "Now I'm going to suck your sweet crack!"
Sally began to eat the girl eagerly and her tender tongue danced around in the dewy-sweet pussy. Then she found the stiff little clit and she settled down to it thirstily. And, since she had already had quite a bit of experience, Sally was able to start coming almost at once, letting her juice flow to the other girl's eager lips.
But poor Tinny wasn't having any luck at all. Her attendant was sucking and nibbling her hard little tits while Tinny fingered her wet slit, but
Tinny just wasn't getting off the ground. She began to cry bitterly when she realized that her come while she was eating Scarecrow had only been a fluke.
"It's no use," she sobbed. "I won't be able to come until I see Cooze and get a pussy!"
Even little Popo got the treatment. A massage girl had brushed his coat until it was shiny and nice and then she grabbed his little prick and tossed him off. By the time Popo was done, all four of the travelers were ready to go on to Cooze.
Lion was strutting like a real king when they left the parlor. "Hey, how about me?" he rumbled. "Did you see my girl? She came until she couldn't move! I fucked her the best she ever got!"
"No, you didn't Lion," Sally laughed. "She fucked you, and I saw her do it."
"But I fucked mine," Scarecrow grinned.
"You really did," Sally said. "I saw you-and she came too! I guess it doesn't really hurt, to have a big old prick stuck inside your pussy!"
"Then we must hurry straight to Cooze, right now," Sally said firmly. "That's why we all came here in the first place."
"Which way now?" Lion asked.
"The doorkeeper said it was straight ahead," Scarecrow replied. "Look up there; it's a sign."
Sally read the large, brightly colored sign that was painted on the wall. It pointed toward a big, pink building and said that the Great Wizard of Cooze was in.
Sally led the way. The others followed her and they entered the building with a golden marker that read: Palace of Cooze, the Mighty and Magnificent. Enter at your own risk.
"That's scary," Tinny said. "I wonder where he is."
Just then a huge voice boomed at them. A great flame leaped up from the floor and in the red, smoky pillar was a face, with great eyes that stared at them. "Who are you, and why do you trespass in the Palace of Cooze?"
"Are you Cooze?" Sally asked.
"I am Cooze. Who are you, you pretty little shrimp?"
Suddenly Sally was afraid. Her sweet little pussy felt shriveled and dry. "I am Sally, your greatness," she whispered.
"You are Sally-oops! Are you the Sally I got a note about? From, from-her?"
"Who's her?" Scarecrow asked.
"Cunta! The awful and evil witch!" Cooze roared.
"If she mentioned ruby slippers," Sally said, "then I'm that Sally."
"Oh. Well then, what can I do for you, Sally?"
"I want you to send me home; back to Kansas."
"Urn, I see. Ruby slippers and all, eh? And who are these ragtag creatures that have come with you?'
"Oh, these are friends of mine," Sally said. "They want-"
"Stuff your gap!" Cooze howled. "I know who they are, and what they want."
"Balls!" Scarecrow called.
"A cooze!" Tinny shrilled.
"I think I'll just go now," Lion muttered.
"You will stay!" Cooze roared. "I will tell you when to leave. And I will give you all the things you want. But first you must pass a test to show you deserve the help of Cooze, the Mighty."
"A test?" Sally cried. "Oh, we can pass a test."
"Excellent!" Cooze snickered. "All you have to do is bring me the broomstick of Cunta, the witch of the West!"
"Oh shit!" Lion moaned.
"Oh gee," Sally cried. "I don't see how we could do that. She seems to be so very attached to it."
"We'd have to kill her," Tinny cried. "Whatever," Cooze said. "Just bring it to me."
"But, it is very bad to kill anybody," Sally quavered. "I just don't think-"
"Bring me the broomstick!" Cooze roared. "And be off with you, at once!"
Sally turned away from the fiery face. The friends started walking away from the wizard. "And cover your little pink ass, Sally!" Cooze shouted. "Or somebody is going to jape that sweet little hole of yours, and then where will you be?"
"Oh my!" Sally gasped.
The friends hurried away from the fearful wizard. "How can we get the witch's broom?" Lion growled.
"Hey!" Tinny cried. "She went ape for Scarecrow's cock, maybe he can fuck her silly again, and we can take it while she's getting off!"
"Golly," Sally exclaimed, "that's good thinking! It just might work!"
"I guess we can just start traveling West," Scarecrow said. "I expect the witch will find us pretty fast."
"Yes," Sally said. "She wants the Ruby Slippers, and my head."
"I don't blame her," Tinny giggled. "If I had a pussy, I'd want some too!"
"Oh? I don't understand," Sally said. "What do you mean, Tinny?"
"Sally," Tin Girl laughed, "don't you know? 'Head' means sucking off. You gave Scarecrow head, and Lion gave you head. And you and the girl in the parlor gave each other head when you sixty-nined!"
"Oh!" Sally cried. "Is that what she wants? I thought she meant she wanted to cut my head off! Wow! That's a relief."
Sally began to walk faster, ready to meet her fate with the wicked witch.
CHAPTER SIX
When darkness came the friends were far to the west of the Pussy-Pink City. They stopped in a grove of trees to spend the night, picking a nice place beside a babbling brook.
"Golly, I'm so tired," Sally sighed. "We'll have to spend the night here."
"Yes, we need to rest," Lion agreed. "And the grass is soft here. Sally, you sleep with me. I'll suck you off and you can jerk me off, OK?"
"What do you mean, 'jerk off?"
"Masturbate, honey," Tin Girl said. "You know how to do that."
"Oh, gee, yes!" Sally giggled. "I sure do know that. All right, Lion. It will be fun."
"And you sleep with me, Tinny," Scarecrow said. "I want to look at you some more. Maybe there's still a way to get you off."
Tinny lay down and the scarecrow stretched out beside her. He put his arms around her and started kissing her.
"Hold on, Strawboy!" Tinny cried. "Don't get me going again. I don't think I can take another flop."
"Shh! Play with my prick. I have an idea. I've got no balls, but I want to do things with you."
He began to rub Tinny's shiny tits. The bright, silvery nipples stood up and got hard and Tinny started trembling.
"Rub my crotch, Scarecrow!" she moaned. "Rub me where my pussy ought to be!"
Tin Girl was jerking Scarecrow's stiff prick in her fist now and her hips were jumping. Scarecrow put his hand on her crotch and rubbed it.
"Harder! Do it harder!" Tinny gasped.
Scarecrow put on more pressure and polished the girl's smooth tin crotch.
"Oh my! Oh, great gaw! I think I'm going to do it! Oh, Scarecrow, you're doing it! You're making me come! Oh, honey-I'm coming!"
Tin Girl's hips bucked and she shrieked as a powerful come shook her body. She turned her head and took Scarecrow's prick between her lips. Just as she took it, she cried out, "Fuck me in the throat, honey! Deep throat me, darling!"
Scarecrow drove his prick down his lover's throat. As the warm tube enveloped him he dumped his load and Tinny swallowed it, gulping down the last drops just as her own come finished. Scarecrow pulled his shrinking staff out of the Tin Girl's mouth.
"You did it, sweetheart," Tinny moaned. "Oh gaw, darling, you got me off!"
Sally had been watching, her eyes wide. Now she clapped her hands. "Golly, Scarecrow, how did you know the way to make her come so good?"
"Well, since I got no balls, I have to use my head. I figured that even if she didn't have a pussy on the outside, she must have all the works inside. So I just rubbed her where it ought to be, and she went off like a bomb."
"Gee," Sally sighed, "I sure do wish that fucking wasn't so wicked! I'd love to try it myself."
She rolled over to face Lion. "Come on, Lion. You give me some head and then I'll do you."
"Scarecrow," Tinny whispered, "Can you rub me some more? Oh, darling, make me come again!"
Lion began to lick Sally's innocent quim and the darling girl from Kansas started coming. "Oh! Oh, dear Lion! Suck me! Oh, honey-I'm coming! I'm coming so good!'
Sally got her come off and lay still while Lion licked her little slit clean. The Lion rolled over on his back and Sally crawled on top and found his prick. She held it with her hand and rubbed the red head. In a moment she giggled. "I thought a lion would have a prick like a cat," she said. "But yours is just like Scarecrow's, only fatter."
"In Cooze things are different from Kansas," Lion growled. "I don't think a lion in Kansas would be interested in making it with you."
"No," Sally said, "But he'd sure be interested in eating me!"
Then she took his prick in her mouth. She licked the red head and drew it between her lips. She spread her legs to get into a better position and gobbled the big cock until it started spurting. Sally sucked the hot cream and gulped it down while Lion lapped her little pink slit and made her come again.
Scarecrow was loving Tin Girl again too. He kissed her wet lips and their tongues squirmed together like a pair of snakes fucking. With one hand he scrubbed hard on the shiny crotch while with the other he squeezed and rubbed the tin tits. Tin Girl started coming again and she bucked and writhed like a wildcat. She broke away from the Scarecrow's embrace to gasp her pleasure.
"Oh gaw! Sweet damn! Oh, honey, you did it again! You got me off-I'm coming! Holy gaw! I'm coming!"
"Me too!" Scarecrow groaned. "I'm coming too!" And Scarecrow's prick jerked. He shot cum all over Tinny's leg and on the ground. Then they held each other tight and went to sleep together.
Sally passed out too, spread out across Lion's hairy belly with her face beside his cock. Just before she went to sleep, she whispered, "If you wake up in the night and want to, you can suck me off and I'll do you too."
In the morning the four travelers and Popo woke up. Sally rolled off Lion's belly and looked around. Tin Girl and Scarecrow were at it again and Tinny's crotch was blindingly bright from all the polishing. Popo was asleep but he woke up when Sally moved.
"Good morning, everybody," Sally said as she stretched her back. "We need to find some breakfast before we start west."
Tin Girl finished another come and got up. "Yeah. We need to feed Lion and Scarecrow. But I'm so full of come that I'm not hungry."
"Me neither," Sally laughed. "But I'll bet poor Lion is starved. I woke up for a snack a couple of times last night."
The two girls splashed across the stream and went into the trees. They found ripe apples and peaches and picked all they could carry. Sally took off her apron for a sack and Tinny looked at her darling pussy.
"Umm! Just think, Sally, what I can do once I get my own cooze! I can give dear Scarecrow all the fucking he wants."
"Oh, gosh yes, Tinny! But as long as he can make you come and you can let him fuck deep in your throat, you both can make out all right."
The girls carried the fruit back to Scarecrow and Lion. They shared it out and Lion gobbled his down eagerly.
"Gee! I thought Lions liked raw, bloody meat," Sally exclaimed.
"Please!" Lion gasped. "Don't talk like that when I'm eating! I have a delicate stomach."
After breakfast Sally took a bath in the brook. She used her little apron for a towel and left it hanging on a tree limb. "I don't need that now," she said. "So many people have looked at my pussy that I don't mind being naked at all!"
"I've looked at it," Scarecrow grinned, "and I'd sure like to fuck you. I love balling with Tinny, but I want your pussy something awful."
"Poor Scarecrow," Sally smiled. "But I just can't help feeling that it's so nasty! When Tinny gets her coozy you can have all the fucking you want, though."
"That's telling him, Sally," Tinny laughed. "And when I get one, I hope it's the kind that will never wear out!"
Sally and her loyal friends started walking toward the West. The ground became rocky and the trees grew closer together. After a while they came to the edge of a dark forest, with twisted trees and tangled vines.
"Oh golly!" Sally exclaimed, "that certainly does look spooky!"
"It ought to," Scarecrow said. "Look at that sign!"
A board was nailed to a tree and painted on it were the words' "Haunted Forest: Beware of Spooks."
"Do we got to go in there?" Lion asked.
"Oh pooh!" Sally laughed. "Everybody knows there are no spooks!"
"Yeah, and everybody knows it's bad to jack off, too," Scarecrow whispered.
"Well, there certainly are no spooks in Kansas."
"Rrowf! I don't know about Kansas," Lion growled. "But that sign says spooks, and somebody must have known something about it."
"Well, if we are going to get the witch's broom, we have to go through there and just hope for the best," Tinny laughed. "Besides, think how great it will be when we get back to Cooze and give him the broom!"
Sally and her friends entered the forest. The trees and bushes grew close to a narrow path that wound about and disappeared in the gloom. They walked quietly, watching and listening for spooks.
Suddenly Sally screamed.
"Ooh! There's something tickling my pussy! Oh, help! It's going inside me!" Sally fell to the ground. She lay with her legs apart and her hips jerking up and down. She grabbed her breasts in her hands and squeezed them.
Tinny fell to the ground too. She propped her feet flat and thrust her crotch up and down. She panted and sobbed.
"It's spooks!" she gasped. "The spooks are fucking us!"
"Oh! Yes, that's what it is!" Sally panted. "Oh golly! I'm getting fucked! I'm going to come!"
"I'm coming!" Tinny moaned. "Oh gaw! I'm coming!"
Sally and Tinny surrendered to the savage, ghostly rape. They came over and over again and their bodies jerked and twitched. The violent screwing went on and on and both girls kept bucking and fucking back at their ghostly lovers. At last Sally whimpered and lay still. "He's going soft," she whispered. "Oh gee, he's all finished!"
Tinny giggled. "Wow," she sighed. "That was a doozy, but mine's fucked out now too."
"I'm all done," Sally groaned. "I don't think I could have come a single other time."
"I need to rest," Tinny laughed. "But I'll be ready to go on in a few minutes."
Tin Girl went to sleep and Sally rolled over to rest. Lion and Scarecrow looked at the two fucked-out girls. "Hey, Scarecrow, how could Tinny get fucked when she ain't got a pussy?"
"She just doesn't have one on the outside," Scarecrow said. "Inside she's got it all."
"Well, I guess there ain't any lady spooks here," Lion sighed. "And now we got to wait till the girls can go again. We'll never get to Cunta's castle like this."
Up in the frowning mountain crags, in the castle of the wicked witch of the West, Cunta was lying on her bed. She was naked and relaxed as she watched the spooks attack Sally and Tinny. The scene was as clear as day in her crystal ball.
"Oh yes, my sweets," she whispered. "Soon my army will be there and I will be ready to receive you."
She let one hand rest on her pouting sex mound. She let one finger slip between the lips to caress her clit. "Now then, how shall we pass the time?" Cunta mused.
Her hand was moving faster now, frigging her wet slit, as she watched Sally and Tinny getting it from the spooks. She was breathing rapidly and was about to get into a masturbation trip. "Look at those girls come!" she panted. "They are as hot as I am!"
Then she snatched her hand away from her slit. "No, not that way," she grunted. "I think I'll have the king of my flying apes come do me!"
Cunta got off the bed and went to the window. Her tall, lush body gleamed with a light dew of desire. She struck a silver bell and smiled as the high, thin note rang out over the mountains.
"There. He will be here in just a minute," she said. "Then I'll treat my pussy to some ape tongue!"
There was a loud rustle of wings and a huge ape with black wings flew in the window. He wore a golden crown on his head and a belt that crossed his chest. He bowed to the witch and looked at her for his commands. His eyes grew wide as he saw the beautiful Cunta caressing her lush cunt. A shiver of fear ran through him.
"Come to me, good ape," Cunta murmured. "Come closer to me. I have a treat for you."
The King of the Flying Apes crept closer to his wicked mistress. Cunta went to the bed and sat down.
"I will have work for your soldiers in the morning." Cunta said. "But now I want to reward you for your loyal service."
"Yes, mistress," the ape grunted.
"Come to me, don't be afraid," Cunta simpered.
The flying ape went to crouch at the witch's feet. Cunta spread her thighs and took her hand away from her coozy. The ape looked at the witch's bush and saw the parted lips and the moist, pink slit. He trembled with fear because Cunta had never before exposed herself in front of any of her subjects. In his ape mind the king knew that he was on dangerous ground.
"Now, good ape king, I want you to show your love for me, your kind mistress," Cunta said with a smile that sent icy terror through the big winged ape.
Even while the spooks were raping Sally and Tinny, and while Cunta was preparing to make the ape king suck her hot cooze, far in the north of the Land of Cooze the good and beautiful witch Clinker, blonde sex queen, was also looking into the Haunted Forest through her magic window.
"Holy Shit!" Clinker grunted. "Look at the screwing those spooks are putting on those sweet girls! I must remember to visit those woods myself someday."
Clinker rubbed her golden-haired nest while she watched. In a moment, at about the time Sally was in the middle of her sixth come, Clinker was rubbing herself to a good one too.
"Uh! Ah! Oh yes!" she panted as her quim spent its cream. "There! Oh, yes! That's a good one!"
She continued to watch until the spooks left the girls. Then she turned away from the magic window and went to her bath. Two pretty girls hurried to assist their witch queen.
"Dear, lovely Clinker, may we help give you pleasure?" one of them asked.
"Sweet Clinker, what may we do for you?" the other asked. r
"Bathe me, my dears, and then we will make love. But first I must be clean."
The girls began to bathe the beautiful witch, using perfumed water and soft cloths, washing away the traces of a hard day's work and toil.
In the castle tower of the wicked witch of the West, Cunta was lying across her bed. The ape king was crouched between her legs sucking gently on the witch's slit.
"Harder, you hairy fool! Suck me off-get my nuts!" Cunta screamed. "Bear down on it, you feeble ape!"
She plucked and rolled her nipples as the ape tongued her creaming gash. Her hips bucked, nearly throwing the ape from the bed.
"Hold onto me, you idiot! I'm about to come," Cunta commanded.
The ape gripped Cunta's hips with his paws and sucked her cunt as if his life depended upon it.
"Now! That's it! Yes-that's the place! Suck it, suck it! Oh my life, oh gaw! Oh my gaw! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
The wicked witch of the West went off like a firecracker. Her slit ran with ooze and the ape lapped it up.
"Get off me now, you fool!" Cunta panted. "I'm finished. Get your hairy ass off me!"
The ape hopped to the floor and crouched, cowering away from Cunta. In a moment the witch recovered her breath and sat up.
"Now, look at those people in the crystal ball," Cunta said. "I want you to bring them to me in the morning."
"Yes, mistress," the ape muttered.
Cunta started rubbing her pussy. The ape watched while she began to masturbate, and his root got hard, the tip shining red. Cunta saw it and snarled.
"Get out of here," she cried. "If you want to beat off, you won't do it at me! Be off with you."
The ape scurried to the window. As he leaped out, Cunta called after him.
"Bring them to me in the morning!" she called. Then she lay down again and gave herself up to further self-gratification.
It was night and there was no moon. Sally woke up and listened to the silence. She could not hear even the usual night sounds of the forest.
"Scarecrow?" she whispered. "Tinny? Lion?"
"We're here, Sally," Scarecrow answered.
"Are you all right, Sally?" Lion asked.
"How's your pussy?" Tin Girl whispered.
"Golly, it's all right," Sally said. "Gee whiz! Is that what fucking feels like?"
"I don't know," Tinny sighed. "I never got any before, but it sure was a great way to come!"
"Golly, I did come so much!" Sally cried. "It was better than masturbating and better than sucking."
"Sally, if you're OK, maybe we'd better get away from here," Lion said.
"Oh, I'm just fine," Sally said. "But how can we find our way in the dark?"
"Sally is right," Scarecrow said. "We might get lost in the dark. But we can get under the bushes and hide."
The friends felt around and found each other in the dark. Then they crept under the cover of the dense brush and huddled together. By lying close they soon got warm and fell asleep. Sally slept between Lion and Scarecrow and, during the night, she woke to feel something poking between the cheeks of her dear little bottom. Sally reached down between Scarecrow and herself to find that it was the straw man's hard prick. She giggled and moved it between her legs where the shaft rode in the crack of her pussy.
"There, that's a lot more comfortable," Sally whispered.
Then she slipped her hand down to her crotch. She felt the head of Scarecrow's prick sticking out in front, right under her slit. She rocked her bottom back and forth and rubbed her wet little honey-bowl against the hard meat. "Gee," she whispered, "now I'm masturbating with a hard prick!"
She pressed her hand over Scarecrow's cock and pushed it tighter into herself. Just as Sally started coming, Scarecrow shot off too and his cum filled up Sally's hand and smeared all over her black-curled mound. Sally bucked her hips and the tip of Scarecrow's cock caught in the mouth of her virgin sheath. Before she could stop, Sally had jerked back again and the stiff, hot head slid past her portal and went inside, right up over the head and pushed against her virgin veil. Sally gasped and froze, savoring the sensation of partial penetration. In the thrill of her come Sally almost went all the way. She started to push back enough to get it all the way in but Scarecrow was already going soft. Sally sighed in disappointment as she felt the slimy wick shrivel out of her little hole. For a moment she was sad, then she realized that her virginity had been spared.
"Oh gosh!" she whispered. "I sure did almost get fucked then!"
She took her hand away from her cum-soaked cooze and wiped it on her leg. As she was slipping off to sleep a thought came to her. "I'll bet that back home in Kansas that's what big girls do all the time! And they keep it a secret, so they can have it all!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the sun rose, Sally and her friends crawled out from under the bushes. Sally had cum stains on her legs and thighs and cooze, but her eyes were clear and she felt ready to go on. She looked at her friends and smiled. "Well, we might as well get going," she said.
Then she looked around.
"Popo! Where is Popo? Here, Popo," she cried. "Come, Popo! Come to Sally!"
But Popo was far ahead of his friends. He had decided to go on in the dark and sneak into Cunta's castle where he would steal the broomstick and bring it back to his dear mistress. Unfortunately for the little dog's brave plan, Popo had fallen into one of Cunta's traps at the castle gate and now he was shivering in an iron cage in Cunta's tower.
"One by one," Cunta cackled, "One by one all of you will fall to me!"
She gave her coozy a last loving frig and put on her gown. Then she put on her hat and her rusty black shoes. As she did, poor Popo moaned. Suddenly he saw an ugly, foul-smelling old crone where just a second before there had been a finger-licking delicious cunt. Cunta jerked her skirt up and flapped her dank, dangling cunt lips at the dog. Popo almost choked in the thick stink of hyena farts. Cunta patted the disgusting flaps and laughed.
"Now I'm dressed for work," she said. "And it's a fine disguise, too." Then the wicked witch stalked out of the room and down the stairs. She went into the great hall and sat down on her throne. "Now! My flying apes will soon be here with Sally and her friends. The Ruby Slippers will be mine, and Sally will give me head-and anything else I want."
Sally was frantic at the loss of Popo. She called and called but at last she knew she had to give up.
"Don't worry, Sally," Tinny said. "As soon as we get the witch's broom, we can get Popo right back."
"Oh gee, I hope so," Sally said. "I don't care if I live or die, if Popo is lost."
"Listen!" Scarecrow called. "There must be a storm coming!"
They listened to the growing rush of sound. It was not a storm, but the army of flying apes swarming down upon them. In a moment all four were overcome and tied with ropes.
"Help! Oh, help!" Sally screamed.
"It's no use, Sally!" Lion roared. "These fucking flying apes have us all tied up!"
The Flying Apes seized the ropes with their paws and flew slowly into the sky carrying the four helpless friends, carrying them away to Cunta's castle and whatever fate awaited them there.
Now, just this very morning, at the very moment that the flying apes were capturing Sally and her friends, a handsome young man was waking up in his royally furnished room in the Palace of Cooze. The young man was Coozma, Emperor of all Cooze. He and the wizard were the rulers of the whole land, though their law was light and easy, making no demands upon the good folk of Cooze. For this reason they were both right well loved by the people, whenever they happened to think about it.
Coozma, the emperor, had only lately come to the Pussy-Pink City to take his rightful place. For many years Coozma had been lost, and everyone believed him to have been killed in the Horrendible Mountains by the savage Bum-biters. But actually Coozma had been happy and well, and having many adventures.
He had been transformed by the evil magic of Dykey (remember her) and he was Cooza, a lovely and sweet young girl. And Cooza had lived with Jack Turniphead, in a quaint little house, with his friend the wooden hobby horse. And Jack Turniphead was rather quaint too. He was a grotesque figure made of sticks and old clothes with a large yellow turnip for a head. He had been made long before by Clinker, when she was particularly horny, and she had given Jack a marvelous magic cock that was an unfailing staff of delight. But Clinker lost interest in Jack finally, and the poor old turniphead wandered off with Hobby Horse and set up on his own in a cottage made of old boards, scrap metal, and rags.
One day Jack Turniphead came home in a horny mood. He saw young Cooza prancing around the yard on Hobby Horse, riding and riding and having a wonderful time. He looked at Cooza's long, slender legs and her round, firm thighs. He looked at her firm, full boobs bobbing as she bounced. He looked at her long golden curls and her red, moist lips. And he got so horny he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Cooza, my dear," Jack called, "Come here and sit on Uncle Jack's lap!"
Cooza trotted over on Hobby Horse and hopped off. She sat down on Jack's lap and gave a little squeal.
"Oh, Jack dear, what is that poking into my little seat?"
"Oh, Cooza dear, that is just my shaft," Jack said. "It will not hurt you."
"How nice," Cooza smiled. "But wouldn't Uncle Jack's shaft feel better if it was not poking so hard on my little, firm bottom?"
"Yes it would, you dear child," Jack said. "It would feel much, much better if it was poking up inside Cooza's sweet little well."
"Oh, Jack! What fun!" Cooza squealed. "Where is my little well?"
"Why, Cooza," Jack gasped, "it is right between your darling legs!"
Cooza hopped off Jack's lap and lifted her dear little skirt. She pulled down her panties and looked at her tender quim with its golden haze of yellow curls.
"You mean here, Jack dear?" she said, "In my little coozy?"
"Yes, my love," Jack groaned. "In your sweet little cooze!"
Jack fell to his knees and with trembling fingers he parted the tender lips of Cooza's maiden coozy. He inserted a finger in her sweet, virgin hole and probed for the maiden obstruction. He was. surprised when his finger slid all the way up the hot, creamy channel. Cooza's maidenhead was long gone from her constant riding on Hobby Horse. Jack's pole throbbed with delighted anticipation.
"Ooh, Jack!" Cooza gasped. "That feels so good. Let us hurry and put your shaft in it. Oh, hurry! It feels so good!"
Cooza tore off her dress and fumbled with the buttons of Jack's pants. As soon as the turniphead's big prick popped out, Cooza grabbed it in her little hand. She laughed happily when she saw the size of it. "Oh, dear Jack," she cried, "this should be even better than tickling!"
"Tickling?" Jack panted. "What do you mean, tickling?"
"Why, I mean tickling my coozy," Cooza squealed. "I ride on Hobby Horse and rub my coozy, and then the most heavenly feeling comes over me. And now I feel like I'm about to get that feeling again!"
"Yes! Yes, that's the way it is!" Jack gasped. "Now lie down and let me put it in you and we'll both come together!"
Cooza lay right down on the ground, spreading her dress under her. She parted her slender, white legs and spread her little pink gash to Jack. "I think you are going to fuck me," she sighed. "I have wondered when you'd ever get around to it!"
Jack knelt and bent over the beautiful girl. He bent and planted a turniphead kiss between the pouting lips.
"Oh, Jack!" the girl moaned, "Do it again! Suck my coozy some!"
Jack sucked and sucked and the honey-dew flowed. He sucked until he thought his cock was going to explode, then Cooza gasped. "Now!" she cried. "I'm coming so nicely, now stick it in and let's fuck!"
Jack Turniphead shoved his root into Cooza's little cunt. Cooza grabbed it and steered it right up her slot, and when it sank all the way home, she groaned and wrapped her long, slender legs across Jack's back. "Now drive it!" she cried. "Fuck me full of your shaft!"
Jack drove it to her, filling the sweet little hole with throbbing cock. Cooza humped right back at him and their crotches smacked together in a solid embrace. Almost at once Cooza started spending her love-honey and she squealed aloud. "Oh, my dear Jack!" she cried. "Shoot off now! I'm going to heaven, it feels so good!"
Jack spurted his load and it gushed from him over and over to fill the little cunt and pour back out onto the ground. When he finally stopped coming, Jack knew that he was fucked out for a while. He pulled his soft meat out of the tight coozy and sat up to look at the girl.
"Do it some more!" Cooza cried. "I love to fuck-make me have some more comes!"
"I can't right now, darling Cooza," Jack sighed. "You are so good that I lost all my spunk. I'm soft now, and it will be a while before I can go again."
"Then suck my coozy some more," Cooza gasped. "Suck me off until you get hard again. I don't want to stop coming until I go blind!"
Later Cooza learned that she could substitute a big wax candle for Jack's unreliable prick and then she could make herself happy all the time. And Cooza lived as Jack's love for many years, fucking and sucking and masturbating in between.
Then, just a few years before Sally got sucked off by the tornado, Clinker happened to remember her old animated dildo, Jack Turniphead. At once she set off in her spit-bubble to try the old cock again. But when Clinker got to Jack's house she met Cooza and fell for the lovely girl at once. She had a quick fuck with Jack, but found that the Turniphead had gotten used to a better class of cooze and was only good for one ride. So Clinker went outside to visit with little Cooza.
They sat on a bench and Clinker felt her twat start to burn. "Tell me, Cooza dear," she said, "Do you know very much about love?"
"Oh, yes indeed," Cooza smiled. "But I have never done it with a lady. Can you show me what we should do?"
"Oh, you marvelous child!" Clinker cried. "Yes I can, and it's the easiest thing in the world. I will suck your little quim and you can suck mine."
"How delightful, Clinker!" Cooza said.
"And while we suck, I can fuck my cunt with my candle!"
Cooza and Clinker lapped and sucked and frigged and jerked each other and the more they did it, the more Clinker wanted. Finally the beautiful witch sighed and said, "Oh, darling Cooza, how I wish you were a boy so you could put a real fuck in me!"
"Oh, Clinker, so do I," Cooza gasped. "But if I did, aren't you afraid I might knock you up?"
"Shit on it!" Clinker groaned. "I'll take my chances!" She picked up her wand and waved it at the lovely girl, and there she was, changed into a handsome blonde young man with a nice, fat, eight inch hard-on. Even as the boy grabbed his prick in his fist and jerked on it in wonder, Clinker recognized him.
"Good gaw!" she grunted. "I know who you are! You're Coozma, the emperor of all Cooze. Fuck me quick, my darling! My cunt's on fire for it!"
Thus Prince Coozma, the emperor, was found at last. He returned to the Pussy-Pink City at once to take up his duties, and he was delighted with his new-found position. And Clinker came often to visit and teach him how to do it as a man. But poor old Jack was left with only his fist to fuck and Hobby Horse for company. "Shit fire!" he would often say, "even old loose-lip Clinker would be better than this!" Then he would go back to it, beating his prick and dreaming of the good old days.
But on this morning, the morning of Sally's capture by the flying apes, Coozma was distracted, irritable and discontent. He was getting all the pussy any man could use, but he was longing for true love. Moodily flogging off his morning hard-on he thought about the kind of girl he could really love.
"She must, of course, be beautiful," Coozma muttered. "But she must also be sweet and good, wise and passionate, but not so fuck-crazy that she would give it away to strangers."
Coozma jerked faster and looked out of the window, "I'd want her to have black hair and long legs, firm boobs, and a tight cooze," he panted. "And I'd love it best of all if her name were Sally!"
Coozma beat his meat harder and was about to come. "And if she loved to give head and liked making out with girls," he groaned, "then I'd just die for her love! Oh gaw, I'm coming! Sally darling, I'm coming!"
And he shot the royal load out through the window to the street far below. And just as Coozma shot off through the window, Sally and her friends were dumped on the floor at Cunta's feet. They lay there tied up so they couldn't move while Cunta laughed in evil glee.
"Untie them" she ordered. "Let them stand up."
Cunta's zombie guards, a troop of men that the witch had fucked the brains out of, cut the ropes and let the friends get to their feet. Sally looked the witch in the eye and challenged her.
"What do you want with us, you evil, ugly old witch?" she demanded.
"My name is Cunta, dearie," the witch said. "And all I want is for you to love me, you and your friends."
"Oh? Well, that will be difficult, Cunta. Lion doesn't have the nerve. Scarecrow has no balls and Tinny has no coozy. I'm the only one who has what it takes, and I saw your nasty old pussy at Tin Girl's house. Frankly, I'd puke if I tried to touch the stinky thing, much less give you any head."
"But I could touch yours," Cunta simpered. "I can make you come until you beg to give me the Ruby Slippers."
"Oh no! I know that's what you're after. But Clinker, the good witch of the North said I would be safe as long as I kept them on."
"Safe, maybe," Cunta growled. "But what about your friends."
"Oh dear," Sally said. "What about them?"
"I can do what I like with them. The Ruby Slippers don't protect them."
"Don't listen, Sally," Lion growled. "We can take it!"
Then the witch came up with the sinker. "And I have your nasty little crotch-dog, too. After I finish with Scarecrow and Tin Girl, and Lion, too, I'll fix his smelly little ass!"
"No," Cunta smiled, "I won't hurt him, if you give me head-and the Ruby Slippers."
"Ugh!" Sally gagged. "I can't. Your pussy smells like hyena farts!"
"Then Tin Girl!" Cunta snarled. "You come here and eat my sweet box!"
Tinny walked slowly up to the throne. Cunta hooked her legs over the arms of the chair and pulled her skirt up. She pulled the lank lips open and spread her gape-jawed, flap-lipped, reeking, drooling cooze. Tin Girl stared into the deep, dank, dark, and foul depths and sighed.
"Well," she said, "it is more than I have. Nasty and foul as it is, she has one and I don't. I just hope I don't throw up in it."
"Aw, no fair, Cunta," Scarecrow called. "Tinny's naked and you aren't. You ought to undress too."
"Ah hah! A good idea, Straw-ass. Then you can suck my boobs while Tinny sucks my cunt."
The witch took off the ugly dress and tossed aside her hat. She kicked her shoes off and laid her broom on the floor beside them. The friends gasped in shock at the transformation. Cunta's pussy was pink and tight and her tits hard and delicious. "Holy gaw!" Scarecrow hissed. "Now I could eat some of that myself."
"Ooh, so could I!" Sally cried. "Go on, Tinny! Isn't she pretty!"
"Yes, let me at it!" Tinny laughed. "Oh, Miss Witch, open the sweet thing. Now I'm ready to go down on you all you want."
"Just warm her up, darling!" Scarecrow yelled. "Then I'll put the prong to her and make her come till she sees stars!"
Tin Girl went down on Cunta and started sucking. In a moment Cunta was groaning and gasping foul words as Tinny's lips went for her cream. Then Scarecrow pulled the Tin Maiden off and shoved his cock deep in Cunta's flowing hole. He humped his long pole in and out while the witch came again and again. Sally ran over to Lion and lay down with her legs spread.
"Lick my pussy, dear Lion," she panted. "I'm so horny! Lick my slit and I'll suck your cock!"
In a very few minutes the witch had forgotten all of her evil plans as she got her first hot, honest fuck in many years.
"Oh, dear gaw! What is happening to me?" she cried. "Oh shit! Fuck me hard, Straw-man! I think I'm falling in love! Oh! Oh my! I'm coming again, sweetheart! I'm coming so good!"
"Glub!" Sally agreed, her mouth full of lion cock. "Glub, glub! Goog!"
Tin Girl was frantic. She snatched the witch's broom and rubbed it in her crotch, sliding it back and forth. The broom handle forced a deep dent in the tin and frigged on her hot nerve ends. Tin Girl rubbed furiously and started coming too.
"She's got it!" the zombies mumbled. "Tin Girl's got the broom!"
"What?" Cunta shrieked. "What did you say, oh! Oh darling, fuck! I'm doing it again!"
Scarecrow started shooting and his load brought Cunta to her finish. She screamed and writhed as she clamped down on the hot rod, coming until she went blind and dizzy. As Scarecrow's prick slithered out of her, Cunta slumped down on her throne and gasped for breath. Then she began to recover. Her eyes opened and she saw Tinny flogging her crotch with the broom. "Ah hah! Getting it on with my broom, are you? As soon as you come, dear, bring it to me and we'll use it to fuck Sally."
Tinny finished her come and looked at Sally eating Lion. Then she saw the sly look in Cunta's eyes. "Oh, that sounds like fun," she cried. "But let's give it to Sally so she can fuck herself with it!"
She staggered over to Sally and put the broom in her hands. "Here, Sally. Now you have the broomstick of the wicked witch of the West!"
"Oh goog!" Sally gurgled, gulping down lion jizm. She swallowed and gulped and Lion started going soft. His cock shriveled and slid out of her mouth and Sally turned her head to see what Tinny was saying. She saw the broom and giggled.
"Oh, thank you, Tinny, but I'm not ready to do that yet. I had a good come, but I'm not going to fuck anything inside my coozy."
"No! No," Tinny cried. "You have the broom now!"
"Yes! yes," the zombies mumbled. "You have the broom and the Ruby Slippers! You have overcome the witch and you are the most powerful in all Cooze!"
"Oh, oh dear!" Sally said. "But I didn't overcome her, Scarecrow's fucking made her overcome. But thank you, Scarecrow-and, oh gee, I do have her broom!"
Sally scrambled to her feet. Her legs were trembling from her repeated comes, but she lifted the broom and looked at Cunta.
The girl was a dream of loveliness as she stood there so bravely. Her coral-tipped boobs and her pink-lipped cooze drew all eyes as she wiped the last of the lion jizm off her red lips and chin.
"If this broom holds Cunta's power," she said, "Then I command you to kneel to me!"
Cunta crawled over to Sally and knelt. The sweet and innocent girl put her hand under
Cunta's chin and raised her head.
"Poor Cunta," she said, "I think you have just been sick and are not evil at all."
Sally kissed the deposed witch and played with her firm tits. Cunta moaned and writhed against Sally's legs.
"Dear Cunta," Sally went on, "come with us to the Pussy-Pink City. We can love each other and give each other head all we want to there."
"Oh, Sally!" Cunta sobbed. "Eat me, Sally! Go down on me just once, please!"
"Hey, what about us?" the zombie guards yelled.
"You are all free!" Sally cried. "I release you from the power of the broom!"
"And so are my flying apes!" Cunta cried. "Let them go too, Sally. Now suck my clit-just one little suck?"
"First, Cunta, you must give Popo back to me," Sally said. "Then, since you ask me so sweetly, I will suck your pussy just one time. Then we have to go back to Cooze with the broomstick."
Just then Popo came running into the throne room. Barking happily he jumped into Sally's arms and started licking her tits.
"Oh, Popo! You are safe! Look, darling doggy, we have won! Now I am going to suck dear Cunta's pussy and then we will go back to Cooze."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Just as Sally started to go down on Cunta a huge spit bubble came floating in the window. It broke with a soggy pop and Clinker the Good stood before them.
"You have won, Sally!" Clinker cried. "Now you must go back to Cooze-what are you doing, girl? Oh, gaw! You aren't getting ready to eat Cunta, are you? I hoped to get some head from you myself!"
"I promised," Sally said. "Besides, she hasn't really been bad, you know, just mixed up."
"Well, go on and suck her off if you must," Clinker sighed. "I'll just have me a quick fuck on Scarecrow's magnificent prick. Then we will hurry off to the Pussy-Pink City!"
"Oh shit!" Tin Girl cried. "They're going to wear that lovely thing out before I get a hole for it at all!"
Clinker and Scarecrow locked crotches and started fucking while Sally ate Cunta out. The orgy went on for some time and it was past noon before they were ready to leave. Even Lion made it with Clinker before it was over, and the lovely witch of the North was spitting out lion fur for a half hour afterward.
"It's a long way back to Cooze," Scarecrow said. "And right now I don't think I have the strength for the trip."
"Nonsense!" Clinker cried with a silvery laugh. "The Ruby Slippers will take us there in a flash. Everybody hold onto Sally's hands, or something."
Everyone grabbed a piece of the girl.
"Now, just wish yourself back with the wizard," Clinker said.
"Golly gee," Sally said. "I wish we were back with the wizard!"
There was a rush of wind and the whole group whizzed away. The zombies were crying goodbye and then they were standing in the hall of the wizard.
"Why are you here?" the huge head called.
"Oh shit! We forgot Popo!" Sally exclaimed. "Oh, excuse me! I shouldn't say dirty words."
"You left him in the castle," Cunta said. "Hold me tight and we'll come, I mean, go back for him."
Sally wished to be with Popo. The Ruby Slippers whisked her back to Cunta's castle and there was Popo. Sally picked him up and turned to go.
"Wait just a second, Sally," Cunta called. "Let me rub my pussy in your little coozy!"
"Oh dear, not now, Cunta! Can't you wait until this is over?"
Once more the Ruby Slippers did their thing and Sally stood with her friends before the wizard.
"Why have you returned, puny mortals?" the great head was saying.
"Oh Great and Mighty Cooze," Sally cried. "I have brought back the broom of the witch of the West."
"You have? Oh my goodness!" Cooze cried. "Now let me have my pussy!" Tinny cried. "And my balls!" Scarecrow demanded. "And the nerve!"
For a moment there was silence, then the head spoke.
"Well, what about Kansas?"
"What about it?" Sally asked.
"Don't leave us, Sally!" Scarecrow said.
"You know, I think I will stay for a while," the girl said. "I'm beginning to like all the things we do here. But I must go back someday."
"OK," Lion growled. "Let's get on with it. I'm tired of all the assing around. I want the nerve to fuck!"
"Silence! Speak when you are spoken to!"
Cooze bellowed. "Come back here next Tuesday."
Just then Popo barked and lit out across the hall chasing a cat. And from behind a door there popped a fat little man holding a microphone. Sally saw him and called out, "Why, it's Doctor Wonder! What are you doing here?"
The plump little fellow looked back at the group. He saw Sally radiant in her naked beauty, and Cunta, and Clinker, all enough to pull a man's brains down into his balls. And Tin Girl was a vision of lust even without a coozy. The man choked and turned red. "I'm not Doctor whoever," he said. "I'm Cooze-oops!"
He realized that he was standing in the hall with no disguise. "Er, I mean, I work for the wizard!"
"I don't think there is a wizard," Sally said. "I think you have been working a con on these people for years." She shook her finger at the cowering wizard. "You are a great big fake! That's what you are!"
"Well, my dear," the wizard said in a reasonable tone. "I am a fake, but I'm a very good fake. I have kept folks happy here for a long time. Now you just come here, sweet thing. We can settle this between us."
"Oh no, we can't!" Sally said. "You want to fuck me, I see your hard-on! And you don't intend to keep your promises, either. Oh dear! I'm so ashamed! I told my friends that you could help them!"
"Oh my!" the wizard said. "Sally, who is the lovely creature frigging with Clinker?"
"Why, that's Cunta. She was the witch of the West, but she's all reformed now. But I guess she's still got her sex problem, though."
"Err, what sex problem, my dear?" the wizard asked.
"She can't get enough of it," Sally giggled.
"Ah, I see," Cooze smiled. "Well, now that all your problems are fixed up, suppose you let me fondle your sweet little tail, dear child."
The wizard stroked and squeezed Sally's round, pink behind for a few moments. Sally looked puzzled, then asked, "How do you mean, that our problems are fixed up?"
"Why, dear girl, it was Cunta with her broom and Dykey with the Ruby Slippers who put the spell on them, so you can take it off."
"Umm, maybe you'd like to feel my pussy some, too," Sally sighed. "What spell?"
Cooze began to squeeze Sally's box as he explained. "The spell on the prince and princess, of course. Now you can take the spell off and they will be just like they used to be, older, however, thank gaw!"
"Ooh, do it some more! Harder!" Sally moaned. "What prince and princess are you talking about?"
"Dongo and Pussella! The scarecrow and the tin girl! They are-oh dear!" Cooze jerked his swollen prick out of his pants. Sally grabbed it and pressed it into her throbbing slit. She started frigging with the red head, scrubbing it over her clit.
"Oops! I'm going to come!" Cooze gasped.
The wizard spurted his load all over Sally's slit and thighs. The hot, sticky goo smeared the black hairs and dripped down her legs. Sally whimpered and crushed the softening meat against her slit to finish getting off. When she got there, rubbing her sloppy slit with the wizard's limp dick, she sank to the floor to catch her breath. Tin Girl came over to her. "Sally, is it possible?" she asked.
Scarecrow joined her. "Try it, Sally! Break the spell!"
"Oh gee, I don't know how," Sally panted. "Maybe Cunta will help, or Clinker."
"Not right now they can't," Lion said as he came over to sit beside his friends. "They're so far out of it they might never come back."
Cunta and Clinker were wrapped up in a hot sixty-nine. Cunta was on top with her face buried in the sweet, golden quim while her crotch was pressing down on Clinker's hungry mouth. They were slurping each other like pigs at a trough of slop.
"Just say it's off!" Tinny cried.
"Yes, tell us to be the way we should be," Scarecrow said.
"Well, all right," Sally agreed. "The spell is broken! Be the way you ought to be!"
"I gotta have some of that!" Lion roared. He sprang over to the two muffing witches and mounted Cunta's writhing ass. He jammed his stiff prick into Cunta's open gash and began to hump.
"Golly!" Sally laughed. "He's sure got the nerve at last."
"Oh, Pussella, I love you!"
"Dongo, darling! Let's do it, right now!"
Sally looked back at Tinny and Scarecrow. In their place stood a handsome young man and a lovely girl. "It worked!" Sally cried. "Wow! Look at them!"
Dongo and Pussella were embracing, trying to squeeze together in a single space. Pussella sank to the floor and pulled Dongo down on top of her. Her thighs fell open and in a single motion she took Dongo's long tool all the way up her burning cunt.
"Oh gaw! He's in me!" Pussella moaned. "You are in my pussy, darling! Keep it there! Fuck me forever-oh, fuck me, Dongo darling!"
"There," Cooze said smugly. "You see, everything has worked out just fine."
"For them," Sally said. "But I still don't know how to get back to Kansas."
"Woof, woof, woof!" Popo said, sniffing the scent of pussy cat.
"Don't you?" Cooze said with a grin. "What are you going to do with the Ruby Slippers?"
Sally looked down at her feet. "Oh gee," she said. "Will they-oh wow!"
"Any time you are ready," Cooze said. "But first let's get your friends fixed up with rooms. If you will get the lion off Cunta's ass and pull the witches apart I will separate Dongo and Pussella. My gracious! Look at them fucking!"
Sally pulled Lion off Cunta and his spurting prick popped out of her tight hole with a loud bang. Then she pried the two witches apart, pulling Cunta's head out of Clinker's cunt. The two dizzy women scrambled to their feet and looked around in a daze.
Clinker giggled breathlessly. "Sweet climax!" she gasped. "I never had head like that before."
"Clinker, Cunta dear, Cooze wants us to have rooms here in Cooze," Sally said.
"Oh, Clinker, nobody ever sucked me so sweetly before," Cunta panted. "Let's do it some more!"
"Yes, no, Cooze, oh, Sally," Clinker gasped, "I can't stay here, you know. I must go back to my own land. And Cunta, you must come and visit me for awhile."
"Yes! I'll come with you," Cunta said. "And come and come and come! Oh, my sweet, I haven't had such fun in years!"
Clinker puckered up and started blowing a spit bubble. Cunta wrapped her arms around the blonde sex-pot and the bubble swelled to enclose them both. It grew and grew until it started floating off.
"Golly, Clinker, thank you for helping us," Sally called. "Goodbye, Cunta! I'm glad we got to be friends."
The spit bubble floated out the window and disappeared toward the north. Lion looked around and grinned. "I done it!" he roared. "Did you see me fuck Cunta? Hey, Sally, how about a piece now? I'll jape your little coozy until you're yelling for help!"
"Oh, thank you, dear Lion," Sally said, "but I'm not ready for that yet. Let's follow Cooze to our rooms."
Popo scampered along after them as they followed the wizard to a long hall behind the chambers of Cooze. Doors from the hall opened into many bedrooms, each with its own bath. "Here we are, my dears," Cooze chuckled. "I will send girls to attend to your wants."
"Send me six," Lion growled. "I'll let you know when they wear out."
"We just want to fuck," Pussella sighed. "We'll see you tomorrow. Come Dongo, there's the bed!"
"Well, shall I send someone to you, Sally?" the wizard asked.
"Oh, I can care for myself," Sally said. Just leave me and Popo, and we will rest and bathe."
Thus the brave friends parted for a while to rest in their comfortable rooms. Sally and Popo explored the furnishings of their room. Sally took off the ruby slippers and put them under the bed. She stood the broom in a corner and went into the bath.
"Golly, Popo!" she cried, "it's got an indoor toilet!"
"Rowf, rowf!" Popo said.
"Meow, meow!" called a cat from the window.
"Rowf, rowf, rowf!" Popo exclaimed. He ran toward the cat. The cat spit at Popo and jumped down from the window. It ran across the room and out the door with Popo right behind. The cat led Popo down the hall and into another room. "Golly, now where is he going?" Sally sighed.
However, she was sure that Popo would be safe now in the palace of Cooze so she hurried to take a good, hot bath. She slipped into the tub and had the best bath of her life. It even had a water operated dildo and a nice, soft slit-tickler. Sally looked at the dildo and even picked it up, but she dropped it again and just had a little one with the tickler. Finally, with all the weariness of her adventures soaked out of her body and with her little slit all pink and clean and tingling like a fresh April morning she got out of the tub and went to the big, soft bed, all turned back with satin sheets and silk cushions.
"Now I think I'll take a nice nap," she said. "The bed looks so comfortable."
Soon the darling girl was sound asleep, one hand cupping her innocent, delicious, virgin coozy and the other cradling her smooth cheek on the pillow. After Sally had been asleep for almost an hour Popo came trotting back into the room. And behind Popo came Coozma, prince and emperor of Cooze.
Popo had followed the seductive pussy cat into the prince's room. Here he cornered the pretty little creature and, before the cat could agree to his offer, he had jumped her, japed her, nipped and flipped her and filled her little kitty-cat cunt for the best fuck of that cat's life. And Prince Coozma saw it all. In a flaming rage at the rape of his dear pussy, he followed Popo back to Sally's room, ready to punish the dog's owner.
"Gaw! What vision is this?" Coozma gasped when his eyes fell on Sally's sleeping form. He stood and gazed at the beautiful girl, slowly creeping closer to the bed. As his eyes feasted, his heart swelled with adoration. Here she was, the exact and perfect girl of all his fevered dreams, the queen of his desire.
Coozma watched Sally until the girl stirred in her sleep. Her hand moved on her shiny black bush and her delicious little bottom began to twitch. Her nipples grew hard and her breath grew fast.
"Oh, the darling," Coozma whispered, "the sweet darling is having a dream."
Prince Coozma bent closer. He put his lips on a coral nipple and sucked gently. "Oh, yes, Clinker, suck me!" Sally whispered.
Instantly Coozma was on fire. He struggled out of his pants and got on the bed between Sally's legs. He went back to sucking her nipples as he tried to get into her coozy with his aching prick. Sally seemed to be helping as her dear legs opened and her little bottom pushed up at the hard rod. Coozma felt himself at the gates of paradise, and he pushed his way in.
"Oh! Who are you?" Sally cried, waking from her dream of love.
Coozma shoved harder and felt his prick break past Sally's virginity. As he plunged to the deepest sweet secret of his unknown love he gasped, "I am Coozma. Oh, I love you! I love you!"
Before Sally could begin to repel this assault on her cherished virtue, the sweet words and the thrilling heat of Coozma in her most sensitive parts set her afire with burning passion. She drew up her knees and jammed her darling nest up to meet the prince's drive. She put her arms around him and rolled her hips from side to side.
"Oh, I couldn't wait!" Coozma gasped. "I had to have you!"
"Hush, my darling," Sally murmured. "Just fuck me, oh fuck me! We can introduce ourselves later! Oh! I love it! Oh gosh, I'm coming! Fuck me-I'm coming! Fuck fast! Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck!"
"Oh, I am in heaven!" Coozma moaned. "This is the best I've had since I was a girl!"
Coozma started coming and he filled the sweet honey-pot with burning jizm. Sally came again and again, clutching the prince by his love pole with a spasming set of cunt muscles that worked like a well-oiled milking machine.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Sally moaned. "Oh God, why did I wait so long!"
When the lovers' first passion was spent they lay together breathless and soaked with sweat. Slowly Coozma's big dick shriveled and shrank inside Sally, and the girl giggled at the sensation of it going down in her cunt. Finally, when the prince had only a trace of his size left Sally let him get off her.
"Oh, darling, I loved that," Sally sighed. "Who did you say you are?"
Coozma sat up. While he again feasted his eyes, he introduced himself. As he finished his life story Sally looked at him. Then she sat up and kissed him deeply.
"Gee, Coozma," she said, "if that's true, then you know more about getting fucked than I do! But how did you keep from having a baby all those years that you were doing it with Jack Turniphead?"
Coozma blushed a rosy red and looked at his cream trickling out of Sally's filled-up pussy. He saw the faint tinge of red from his darling's just destroyed virginity.
"Oh, my darling!" he gasped. "You were a virgin!"
"Oh, yes. And if you hadn't done what you did, I still would be. But I'm glad you did. All those Sunday School tales are just so much shit! Fucking is the best thing there is-even on an empty stomach!"
Sally's last words put the capper on Coozma's shame. Here was the girl he had longed for, dreamed of, jerked off about, a hungry guest in his palace, and he had raped her and stolen her virginity, without even feeding her. Hungry and a stranger, and he had acted like a savage!
"Oh, curse my fucking prick!" he cried. "I have been a beast and should be castrated!"
"Oh by gosh, no!" Sally screamed. "Just when you have taught me the most wonderful joy in the world, you want to cut off the tool for it! I won't have it, I tell you! No! No indeed!"
"But you are hungry and a stranger, and I don't even know your name, or where you came from, or what you have been doing, or where you are going, or . . . "
"Oh, hush, darling," Sally smiled. "There is no mystery about me. I'm Sally Hales from Kansas and the wizard sent me to get the witch of the West's broom so he could give Pussella a coozy and Dongo his balls and Lion the nerve and send me home to Kansas, and we did, and he did, except for me and Popo, and . . . "
"Wait! Wait, my love. You go too fast for me. The wizard sent you? The limp old fart never tells me anything! And your name is Sally? Oh, my heart! I know I shall die! Marry me, Sally, be my queen and rule all Cooze with me!"
"Oh, Coozma, you are so silly! We have only just met. We can't get married just like that. And I really must go back to Kansas."
"But I love you-and I rule Cooze!"
"Oh, well, I love you, too. But I love Scarecrow and Tinny-or Dongo and Pussella, as they are now. And I love Clinker and Cunta too. Besides, a good marriage must be based on other things than sex alone."
"How do you know that?"
"It's what Miss White, my Sunday School teacher tells us. See my medal?"
Sally showed Coozma her medal, the only thing she was wearing. "But, darling," she went on, "you never told me how you kept from getting knocked up when you were a girl and fucked so much with Jack Turniphead."
Coozma took Sally back to the bath and showed her how to use the douche. As he saw his cum flushed out of the darling hole he sighed longingly. "Oh, Sally, sometimes I do miss being a girl. I could fuck so much more then."
Sally laughed as she dried her box. "Well, I do have the Ruby Slippers and the broom!"
"Oh! The broom and the slippers! Why, Sally, you have more power than even the wizard!"
"I know that, dear. And when I leave, Coozma, darling, you shall have them. But now I am really hungry. You don't suppose-"
"I'm sure that Cooze has ordered a banquet to celebrate your victory over the wicked Cunta," the prince said. "I'll send for maids to dress us both. Then I will meet your friends at the banquet."
Coozma pulled a bell rope and in a moment a troop of lovely girls came flocking into the room. They began to giggle when they saw the prince so obviously head over heels in love. His prick was hard again and he was breathing fast. And Sally was looking with hunger at the hard shaft and thinking of how good a big drink of cum would be.
The maids were getting awfully wet in their little boxes too, some for the royal hard-on and some for the lovely black-haired cooze.
At last Sally and the prince were dressed for the banquet. Sally wore a simple gown of emeralds and rubies that was cut low to show off her darling boobs and high enough to flash her sweet, black hairs with every step. She wore the Ruby Slippers and a crown of gold and diamonds. Around her neck she wore her Sunday School medal and on her wrist was a bracelet of platinum and sapphires.
Coozma wore the simple uniform of an admiral in the Cooze Naval and Air Force and on his head sat the Pussy-Pink-Pearl crown.
Popo was washed and brushed until his coat shone and around his neck was a collar with the medal of a Hero of the Cooze Nation. Popo was very proud, and the prince's pussy cat was even prouder. She had not known that her lover was a hero as well as a grand pussy-stuffer. She purred and purred and wagged her little pink, puffy slit at the dog.
"Urrowf!" Popo muttered, thinking to himself that now he knew why they called it "pussy."
Sally and Coozma met Pussella and Dongo as they came into the hall. Dongo wore the sky-blue uniform of the Cooze Balloon Corps and Pussella had on a light blue gown under gold lace that set off her platinum hair and her new-found coozy.
"Oh, Tinny! You are so beautiful!" Sally cried. "And Scarecrow, you are so handsome!"
"Oh, Sally, he fucks me so wonderfully! I thought I was going to die," Pussella giggled. "Dear Sally, you must do it soon! You will love it."
Sally blushed furiously, her lovely features turning red as a rose. "Oh, Tinny, I mean, Pussella, I did, and I do! Prince Coozma raped me while I was asleep and it was glorious! I know that I will want to do it some more, even if I do still feel that it is naughty. But it feels so good! I just wish it was nice."
"Well, Sally, you didn't think it was nice to jack off or to give head," Dongo laughed.
"Oh, well, that was different, sort of. It isn't like going all the way. Besides, Miss White never said not to suck cock. I really must talk to her when I get home."
"Oh, Sally," Coozma said, "Do you give head too? Please, don't leave me, my darling! I'll die without you!"
"Dear Coozma, if I go, perhaps I can come back to you," Sally said. "Now let's hurry in to the banquet. I need to get my strength up for tonight."
"For tonight?"
"Yes! Aren't we going to fuck some more?" the girl asked innocently.
The great hall of the palace was a blaze of glory. The wizard had ordered the finest banquet ever served for the heroes and for all the happy r inhabitants of Pussy-Pink City. Everyone cheered as the four friends were introduced, but the loudest cheering of all was for Sally. She was the instant love of all. Lion was a great success too and he quickly arranged to meet three duchesses and a countess after the banquet. "But, Sally, I still want some of your pretty Kansas cunt," he said. "You're still the one I love best."
"Oh, Lion, I do owe you a fuck or two," Sally said. "But not yet, darling Lion. Not yet."
Dish after delicious dish was served and everyone ate until he could eat no more. Just at the end of the meal a monstrous bubble sailed into the hall and there stood Clinker and Cunta, both beautifully dressed for the party.
"Clinker! Clinker!" the crowd roared.
"And who is her friend, that beautiful lady in red?"
Clinker introduced Cunta to the people of Cooze and their cheers rocked the towers. The people of Cooze do love a reformed witch, especially if she is beautiful-and looks like she will fuck, because what they love most is a piece of strange cooze.
At last the banquet was over. There were cries for Sally to tell them about her adventures. At first she resisted but at last the shy and lovely miss was persuaded to rise.
"Golly, dear Coozers, I really don't know what to say. I have had a wonderful time and everybody has been awfully nice to me and to Popo. Well, gee, I hate to leave, but I really have to get back to Kansas."
"Don't leave us, Sally! Stay here, we love you!" the crowd shouted.
"Well, I can always come back-I will come back, real soon. But I have to go now. Aunty Sue and Uncle Willy will be awfully worried, and they really do need their house. But golly gee! I love all of you, too!"
"What about me?" Coozma asked. "And what about tonight?"
"I have to go right now," Sally said. "If we fuck one more time, I won't ever be able to leave!"
Then she called Popo to her. She was radiant in her youth and the flush of just discovered sex. Pricks got hard as rocks when the girl wet her lips. Cunts got wet when the girl tossed her head. Then she was gone. Sally had wished to be back on the front porch of the Hales' cottage and in a flick she was there, in the center of the Muchfuck village.
Sally looked at the quaint and pretty streets. She saw the good Muchfucks busy about their affairs, which were principally fucking, although some of them specialized in giving head.
Sally watched the horny Muchfucks for a moment and she giggled. Her voice made the Muchfucks look at her and then Sally flashed them. Pricks and coozes, green-furred and wet, flashed back.
"Golly, Popo, we'll have to come here for a visit, too," Sally said.
"Woof, woof!" Popo agreed. He had seen a lovely green pussy cat flashing at him.
Sally went in the house. She quickly took off her party dress. She put on cotton panties, bra, slip, vest, three petticoats, a gingham skirt and a white shirtwaist. She took off the Ruby Slippers and pulled on white cotton stockings over her long and shapely legs. She hid the jewels and slipped the Ruby Slippers back on.
"Now, Ruby Slippers, take us home to Uncle Willy's farm in Kansas!" she called. There was a whoosh, a roar, and a spin. Then there was a bump and silence, broken by the crowing of a rooster.
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, Popo, let's see if it worked."
Sally ran out on the back porch. In the barnyard stood her aunt and her uncle and Punk, the hired man.
"Sally! Oh, Sally! The storm brought you back!" they cried.
Sally ran into the yard. She hugged Uncle Willy and Aunty Sue. "Oh, Aunty Sue, I'm home! I'm really home!"
"Sally! Where were you?" Aunty Sue asked.
"Was the house up in the air all this time?" Uncle Willy asked.
"Gee, it didn't seem like it," Sally replied. "I seemed to be in a strange land where everything was so different and people did such strange things!"
"Aw, the poor kid," Punk said, "she must have gotten a bump on the head."
"But it wasn't really bad," Sally giggled. "It was just different." Sally knew that they wouldn't believe her if she told them about Cooze all at once, so she was going to let them think she had been dreaming.
"Now Sue, it don't matter where she was," Willy laughed. "It's just a blessing that we got her back now, all safe and sound."
"And the house!" Aunty Sue cried. "We got our house back too!" Then Aunty Sue went inside to start fixing dinner. Sally and Popo went all around the farm looking at all the familiar things. Then Sally picked Popo up in her arms and took him into the hay loft, where she liked to play on rainy days.
"Gee, Popo," she said, "I'd think it was a dream too, if I didn't still have the ruby slippers."
"Rowf!" Popo agreed. Then Popo pushed his nose under Sally's skirt and tried to sniff her sweet little box.
"Gee, Popo, what are you after?" Sally giggled.
Popo scrambled under the skirt and petticoats. Sally raised her legs and parted her knees. Popo's nose found Sally's cotton-covered coozy.
"Ooh, Popo! Naughty dog! You are going to make my pussy all itchy! Wait, I'll take off my panties." Sally pulled up her many skirts and wriggled out of her panties. When she sat back down she bunched her skirts up around her waist and spread her delicious thighs. "Now then, Popo, what is it you want?"
Popo stuck his nose in Sally's dewy slit and lapped her delicious moisture. Sally's little clit was firm and pink and the darling girl lay back in the hay.
"Sweet Popo, do you want to lick my pussy? Oh, Popo! Yes! Oh my, Cooze was not a dream! Lick it, Popo! Oh, darling dog, I'm going to come!"
That was what Popo had in mind. He lapped his mistress steadily, slurping out her slit, until Sally started coming. Then he shoved his nose up her as hard as it would go and rubbed her clit. When Sally finished coming Popo sat up and wagged his tail proudly.
"Oh, Popo, you darling!" Sally panted. "You did make me have a good come. Gee, I'm glad we went to Cooze! Now let's go see if supper is ready."
Sally and Popo climbed down from the hayloft and went into the house. Aunty Sue had a delicious welcome home dinner ready and everybody sat down to eat. After a while Uncle Willy wiped his chin and spoke to Sally about a problem that was bothering him.
"Sally, honey. How did Popo get away from Miss Gunch?"
"Oh golly, Uncle Willy, I don't know. I was down by the creek and he came up to me."
"Well, honey, Miss Gunch still has that order from the sheriff, and she can make a lot of trouble for us."
"Uncle Willy, Popo is sorry he got into trouble. Maybe I can go see Miss Gunch and explain."
"Now, Sally, don't you go over there and try to argue with Vera Gunch," Aunty Sue scolded.
"Gee, Aunty Sue, I think I can get Miss Gunch to forgive me and Popo. I'll go right now!"
"It's going to be dark soon, Sally. Maybe you'd better wait till tomorrow," Uncle Willy said.
"I want to do it now. Popo will protect me."
"Honey, if it gets dark maybe you better stay over in town with Miss White," Aunty Sue said.
"Oh golly!" Sally cried. "That is a good idea!"
Sally and Popo left the dining room. Sally kissed Aunty Sue and Uncle Willy, then she hugged Punk. "Oh my, it's nice to be back home," the lovely innocent said. Then she and Popo hurried off to make amends with Miss Gunch.
"Such a sweet, innocent child," Uncle Willy said. "Not a naughty, bad bone in her body."
Sally and Popo walked along the road t Gunchville. "Well, it certainly isn't the YelloW Prick Road, is it Popo?" Sally laughed. "But we are off to see the wicked witch of the West again!"
Miss Gunch's house was large and white with imagine woodwork trim. Sally marched bravely up to the front door and knocked. "Now you sit right here, Popo, and don't move."
The door opened and Miss Gunch looked at Sally's sweet and lovely face. "Oh, it's you! What are you doing here, girl?"
"Dear Miss Gunch, I brought Popo back. He got away, and then we got sucked off the ground in the cyclone. We just got back," Sally said.
"Hmmf. I heard about that. How did you get back?"
"I guess it finally brought the house back. Anyway, the house and Popo and I all came home a little while ago."
"And you came right over here to turn your little dog in to the law!" Miss Gunch cried. "Well mercy me, that was a fine, honest thing to do. You come in to the parlor, Sally.
Miss Gunch led Sally into her parlor. Miss Gunch sat down in a chair and Sally sat on the sofa. Sally spread her legs and Miss Gunch saw Sally's smooth and silky thighs.
"Heavenly days, Sally! You must keep your legs together!"
"Oh gee, Miss Gunch, it's just two girls together," Sally protested.
"Oh, I suppose it's all right here, dear. But if a man saw your lovely legs he might do something very wicked to you."
"Golly, Miss Gunch, I'll bet your legs are just as pretty as mine!"
"Oh, pshaw! I'm an old lady, child, just a poor old maid."
"Aw, Miss Gunch, you aren't that old," Sally said.
"Sally dear, I'm thirty-five years old. That's an old maid. You are still a dear little girl."
"Just thirty-five! I'll bet you are a lot prettier than you seem with all those dull old clothes on."
"Hmmf. I doubt that."
"Let's see, Miss Gunch! You take off yours and I'll takeoff mine!"
"Why, Sally! The very idea," Miss Gunch gasped. "I never in my life-well, never in a long time. Do you know, I used to do it with my cousin Lily. My, we had such good times!"
Sally stood up and unbuttoned her shirtwaist. "Well then, let's do it now. I just know you're as pretty as can be."
Miss Gunch blushed and stood up. She began to undress while watching Sally. In a moment both were nude and in the lamplight Vera Gunch revealed a slender, womanly figure with firm breasts and padded mound. Sally had erect nipples and her little pussy was wet. She went to the woman and looked closely.
"Gosh, you are pretty, Miss Gunch," she said.
"Not as pretty as you, but you can call me Vera, Sally. After all, we aren't awfully formal right now."
"Gee, Vera, I'd love to touch you. May I?"
"Oh, yes, Sally. And I'll touch you!"
Sally put her hand on Vera's breast and Vera felt Sally's firm tits. "Oh dear!" Vera whispered. "Oh, Sally, let me put my thing against yours!"
She pulled Sally closer and the two black-haired pussies were pressed together. "Oh golly, Vera!" Sally murmured, "Gee, now I want to come!"
"Come? What's that?" Vera whispered.
"Oh, honey! You don't know? I'll have to show you," Sally said. She started rubbing her dear cooze against Vera's. Miss Gunch grew pale and her eyes opened wide.
"Oh gaw!" she gasped. "I never felt like this. What's happening? My gosh, what are you doing to me? What's happening to me?"
"Uh! Oh! We're going to come! Hump it to me, Vera-oh, honey, rub it in my slit! We're going to come!" Sally panted.
"Ah! Oh, sweet Jesus! I'm dying!" Miss Gunch moaned.
"No! Oh, gee, no, you aren't! You're coming! You're coming so nice!" Sally cried. "I'm coming, too! Oh, Vera, rub it hard! We're coming!"
Sally and Vera spent their cream in one another's slit, rubbing their snatches together frantically and gasping. "I can't stand up!" Vera panted. "I'm going to fall down!"
She and Sally dropped to the floor and Sally put her hand tenderly over Vera's newly awakened cooze. "Oh, Sally, is that sex?" Vera gasped.
"Yes, but that's only a little bit of it," Sally said.
"There's more? Oh my gosh, what else is there?" Vera moaned.
"Oh, lots," Sally cried. "Vera, do you want to come again?"
"Oh gaw, I don't want to stop! What are we going to do now?"
"Now I'll show you how to masturbate, Vera," Sally giggled.
"Masturbate! Does it make you feel the same thing?"
"Sure it does. Just put your hand down here. That's it. Now rub your pussy." Sally and Vera masturbated together, rubbing their slits gently. "Oh, it does feel good," Vera said. "I'm getting all wet!"
"Gee, yes! It's supposed to. Now do it harder," Sally directed. "You'll come again in a minute."
The two frigged their coozies eagerly. Sally got off again while Vera kept on frigging. She began to hunch her bottom on the rug and spread her legs wider. "Oh, Sally! Oh, my, I'm doing it! Oh gosh, I'm making myself come!"
Miss Gunch went through her second climax, clutching her nest and moaning. When she was finished, she lay still with her legs flung apart and her hand clutching her box. Sally sat up and looked at the woman. "Gee, Vera, wasn't that good?"
"Marvelous! It was wonderful! And I never knew. Uh, Sally, is it like that with a man?"
"You mean, fucking?"
"Yes! Fucking! Is fucking like that?"
"Oh my, I haven't fucked but once, and it was better than any other way to come. Oh golly, Vera, my pussy was so full of his prick, and I was coming and coming, Then Coozma shot off in me and, oh gaw! His juice just drove me crazy! I started coming some more, and I just kept on doing it. Oh golly, let's suck each other now! I'm so hot I want to eat some pussy and get mine sucked!"
"Oh gaw, yes! Let's do it!" Vera panted.
Sally got up and knelt over Vera's face. Then she went down on the virgin cooze and started sucking the hot slit. Vera was quick to imitate Sally's action and as she felt her little clit sucked between the girl's lips she began to lap Sally out too. Sally was already about to go off and the touch of Vera's tongue popped her nuts. Even while she was coming, Sally kept sucking Vera, and trying to get her dew. As soon as Sally had finished her come, she moved her cunt away from Miss Gunch and kept eating on the sweet, unused snatch.
"Oh, Sally!" Vera panted, "Stick your finger in me! Fuck me with your finger! You said fucking was so good-fuck my pussy for me! Oh, my sweet fucking geeze! Fuck my hole with your finger!"
Now, all the while that Sally was seducing Miss Gunch, poor Popo was sitting patiently on the porch, waiting just as Sally had told him to. But after a while he started getting restless. His keen nose could smell the sweet scent of hot cooze, and soon he could smell the delicious odor of pussy juice running. He could hear Sally and Miss Gunch getting it on, and he wished he could get it on, too. But he was determined to mind his mistress. Then Zsa Zsa, Miss Gunch's pussy cat came around the house and up on the porch. Zsa Zsa saw Popo and mewed at him. Then Zsa Zsa smelled the perfume of hot cooze too. She jumped up on the window and saw Miss Gunch and Sally eating one another. Her eyes widened and her little kitty-cat cunt got hot and wet. Her tail arched over her back and she moved back over to Popo.
Popo grinned when he saw Zsa Zsa's hot cunt.
He stuck out his tongue and licked it. Zsa Zsa jerked and became as still as a rock. "Mew?" she said to Popo.
"Rruff!" Popo replied.
"Mew mew! Meow!" Zsa Zsa demanded. Then Popo gave it up. He stood up and got on the cat's back, clamping her between his front paws. Zsa Zsa backed it in to him until the head of his prick was at the door, then they humped together, and in another moment the dear little dog and the darling pussy cat were fucking like there was no tomorrow. Popo shot his load first, then Zsa Zsa squalled and came too. Her little cunt milked Popo's dick like it had never been done before, and they both sank to the floor panting. After a moment they separated and started licking each other to get better acquainted.
Sally and Miss Gunch came out on the porch. Sally had put her skirt and shirtwaist back on and had made a tidy bundle of the rest of her clothes. She wore the ruby slippers too, but Miss Gunch was still naked. They gave each other a long, deep kiss and Miss Gunch's sweet, warm cooze rubbed against Sally. Then the happy lady whispered in Sally's ear, "Thank you, my darling Sally. I would never have known about coming if it weren't for you. Come back again so we can do it some more." She took Sally's hand and sucked on her fingers, tasting the delicious juice from her own pussy. "I can hardly wait to try fucking," she said. Then Miss Gunch saw Popo.
"Oh! There is your dear little dog," she smiled. "My goodness, what is he doing to Zsa Zsa?"
Popo and Zsa Zsa had decided to get it on some more. Popo was driving the dear pussy-cat over the top again and the darling kitty was bracing her little furry legs and humping back to get as much of Popo's screwing as she could. Sally and Vera looked at them and Sally giggled.
"They're fucking!" Sally whispered. "Oh, Miss Gunch, Popo is fucking your little pussy cat!"
"And it looks like she's loving it," Vera Gunch laughed. "Oh my, now I'm jealous of Zsa Zsa!"
Sally called her little dog, then waited until he had popped off and pulled out of the pussy. Vera rubbed her moist slit and hugged the girl. "Now I'll have to go back and masturbate some more," she said. "I expect I'll do it all night!"
Sally kissed her again and then she and Popo left the house. "Well, Popo," she said, "I guess it is too dark to go home now. Uncle Willy doesn't want me out at night. My, if he only knew about the night in the haunted forest!"
CHAPTER TEN
Sally and Popo walked up the street to Miss White's house. The lamps were lit and the front door was open so Sally called through the screen. When there was no answer she called louder.
"Miss White? Are you here? It's Sally Hales!"
"Sally! Is that you?"
"Miss White?"
In a moment Miss White, Sally's Sunday School teacher, came to the door. Miss White was a pretty blonde lady about twenty-five years old. She was always dressed in subdued grays and blues and she wore her hair pulled back severely in a tight bun. But now, dressed for bed, Miss White was a vividly beautiful girl. Her long blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and her cheeks were flushed and pink. Her red lips were moist and full. Her robe was belted at the waist and on her chest swelled a pair of full, firm breasts like two ripe peaches.
"Oh dear, were you in bed?" Sally asked. "I saw the lamps lit and thought-"
"Sally! Oh, Sally dear, you are back! No, I wasn't sleeping. I was just, er, oh, come in, Sally. Come into the parlor!"
Sally went in with Miss White. In the light Miss White saw Sally's tidy bundle of clothes. "What do you have there, Sally? It looks like a tidy bundle of clothes," the teacher said.
Popo, who had followed them in, looked up Sally's dress and panted happily.
"Oh, these are just my underwear, Miss White. I was visiting Miss Gunch and we, ahwell-"
"Oh, Sally!" Miss White exclaimed. "You don't mean you were undressed at Miss Gunch's house!"
"Well, yes, I was. You see, I was trying to explain something to her and I had to undress to do it."
"Do it?" Miss White cried.
She leaned forward in her chair and her robe fell away from her breasts. Sally's eyes sparkled when she saw the lovely globes with their hard, erect nipples. She felt a spark of mischief twitch her little clit. Then she realized that Miss White, her Sunday School teacher, looked exactly like Clinker, the horny, good witch of the North.
"What were you and Miss Gunch doing, Sally?" the lovely blonde asked.
"Woof, woof, froof!" Popo said. He looked at Miss White and from where he sat he could see up her robe. He could smell warm cooze and he knew what Miss White had been doing. "Rowf, rowf! Pant, pant, pant!" he told Sally.
"Oh, we were doing the same thing I think you were doing," Sally said, sitting back in her chair.
Miss White sat back too. She became nervous and forgot that she was naked underneath her robe. Her thighs came into view as the robe parted and fell to either side of her legs. Sally saw a golden gleam at the joining of her thighs. "Sally, what do you think I was doing?" Miss White gasped.
"Weren't you playing with yourself? You look just like you had been masturbating."
"Oh dear! Oh, Sally, can you tell? I thought nobody could-oh dear!" the tormented Sunday School teacher moaned.
"Oh, I could tell," Sally smiled. "I mean, gosh! You were blushing and your titties are hard. Gee, I don't think you even got to finish!"
Miss White started to cry. "Oh, Sally, I am a vile and wicked woman! All the evil things that I warn you against on Sunday are the things I rush home to do to myself! Have pity, Sally. I try and try, and I can't stop. I have to masturbate! I just have to!"
Sally got up and went to the unhappy lady. She took Miss White's hands and pulled her to her feet. She kissed the full, red lips and pressed her sweet cooze against the teacher's mound. "Oh, Miss White, I know what you have taught me, but I have learned something different!"
Sally rubbed against the unhappy maiden. "You think it is ugly and bad, but it isn't! It makes people happy and warm, and it feels so good!"
"Oh, Sally, do you do it, too?"
"Yes I do! And I just came from Miss Gunch's house where I taught her to do it. Now let's do it together. I can make you come better than you can do it yourself."
Sally opened Miss White's robe and looked at the pretty, blonde pussy. "Sit down, Miss White. I am going to make you come with my tongue!"
"Oh, Sally! Isn't that a very dirty thing to do?"
Sally didn't answer. As her teacher sat back and let her legs open, Sally put her lips to the pouting puss. Her tongue danced over Miss White's stiff clit and her lips sucked the flowing nectar. When she heard Miss White moaning in ecstasy Sally slipped her finger into the virgin cunt, pushing it past Miss White's tender maidenhead. Sally wiggled her finger, rubbing and teasing her teacher's spasming honey-bowl. Miss White began to come.
"Oh, sweet jeeze! Sally, what are you doing to me? Oh golly! Oh-I'm-I-"
Gladys White crashed over in a climax that was better than she had ever given herself. She kept coming and Sally sucked until her little tongue was tired. By the time Miss White finished coming, Sally was on fire for another one herself. She slipped out of her skirt and top and started frigging her own sweet little coozy.
"Oh, not like that!" Miss White panted. "Let me do it to you! I'll suck you like you did me!"
During the night the two beauties loved each other every way that two girls can. Even Popo helped, lapping both lovelies off with his eager tongue. And while they rested, Sally taught Miss White all that she had learned in the Land of Cooze, only holding back the fact of where she had been. Finally Miss White was convinced that everything she had believed about sex was a crock.
"Oh, Sally, I have been so wrong! Sex is good-and now I can hardly wait to fuck! Oh, thank you, you dear, sweet, darling girl!"
Then they slept, soft hands holding each other's heavenly honey-pot tightly.
And all night Sally dreamed of stiff pricks while Miss White dreamed of hot, probing tongues.
Gladys White gave Sally a good breakfast in the morning. Then she kissed the sweet girl farewell and they promised to get it on again real soon. "Oh, Sally, I just might pick up a man tonight," Miss White giggled. "My pussy is so juicy that I can't wait long to get fucked! Now you hurry on, darling or I might just pull off your clothes and rape you with my tongue!"
Sally and Popo walked back down the street toward the country and Uncle Willy's farm. Suddenly Sally blinked in surprise.
"Good morning, Sally dear. How sweet to see you again!"
Miss Gunch was smiling at the girl; but what a Miss Gunch! She wore a pink dress that was cut half-way up her thighs and down to the middle of her breasts. Her hair was loose and curly and her lips were pink and moist. Her long, shapely legs flashed in sheer stockings. Gone were the plain black shoes and her feet were trim in low-cut pumps with Cuban heels. Sally's clit jerked with involuntary excitement.
"Vera!" she gasped. "Oh, gaw! You are perfectly beautiful!"
"Do you think so, darling? How sweet! I think I look nice too."
"Nice!" Sally giggled. "My goodness, I'm standing here with my clit hard and juice just bubbling in my coozy. If I was wearing panties, they'd be soaked."
"Oh, Sally," Miss Gunch whispered, "You'll never guess what I did last night."
"Didn't you jerk off some more?"
"Oh yes. But I did something else, too. I stuck a candle in my pussy and fucked myself. And, oh, Sally, it was so good! Better than finger-fucking!"
Sally told Vera about spending the night with Miss White and what they had done. "Oh, Vera," Sally sighed, "the poor thing has been beating off for all these years and feeling so terrible about it."
"Poor dear! I'll just stop by to see her. Why, Sally, maybe Gladys and I can get somebody to fuck us!"
"Maybe!" Sally laughed. "Why, Vera, the way you look right now, you'll be lucky to get to Miss White's without getting raped."
"Rowf, rowf!" Popo agreed.
Miss Gunch rubbed Popo's prick with the toe of her shoe. "I can't be raped," she giggled. "If a man shows me a hard peter I'll grab it and fuck it before he knows what's happening. And Popo, you must visit again. Poor Zsa Zsa misses you. I left her at home licking her pussy and trying to come some more!"
Sally hugged Miss Gunch and hurried off. Soon she was back at the farm and she ran to tell Aunty Sue that Miss Gunch had forgiven Popo. "And I spent the night with Miss White," she said. "And we talked about a lot of things. I think we understand things a lot better now, Aunty Sue."
"That's nice, dear. Miss White is a fine, upstanding young woman."
"Oh, yes, she is," Sally cried. "And she's fine lying down, too!"
Then Sally went to her room and undressed. She looked at her figure in the mirror and giggled. "Golly! I think my titties are growing bigger! And my coozy looks like it sticks out more, too!"
Sally put on a fresh dress, but she didn't put on any underwear. Then, with the Ruby Slippers on her feet, she went out to the barn. Sally wanted her friend Punk to meet the new Miss Gunch and the new Miss White. But first she wanted to try out Punk for herself.
"Well, Popo, I do think I'm really ready to try fucking now," she said. "And first of all, I'm going to do it with dear old Punk."
"Woof! Rowf, rowf!" Popo replied. He didn't care who Sally screwed. He wanted to lick her little cooze and find some more cats to fuck.
Sally went inside the barn and found Punk repairing some mule harness. She sat on the ladder to the loft and made sure that Punk could see her twat. "Hello, Punk," she said. "Are you still trying to fix that old harness?"
"Sure am, Sally. Can't afford to buy new." He looked up and his jaw dropped. "Uh, Sally, you are-you have-uh!" Punk's prick got hard and he couldn't stop looking at Sally's pink, moist pussy.
"What's wrong, Punk?" Sally asked.
She hopped off the ladder and her skirt caught on a nail. It rode up over her thighs and all the way to her waist. Sally pulled it loose but kept it up with her hand so Punk could get an eyeful of her gorgeous box. Punk turned red as fire and looked like he was about to choke. Sally smiled at him and swayed her hips back and forth.
"What is the matter, Punk? Don't you like to see my coozy?"
"Oh, gosh darn!" Punk gasped. "Oh, Sally-I'm-oh, shit fire! I shot off in my pants!"
Sally went to the hired man. "Poor old Punk," she said. "Let me help you get it hard again so we can do it right!"
"Your Uncle Willy would shoot me if I screwed you," Punk groaned. "Oh shit! I'm getting hard again, Sally. You better go in the house! I can't-oh hell!"
Sally took the sweating man by the hand and led him up the ladder. When they got into the hayloft, Sally took off her dress and showed Punk all of her beauty.
"Take off your clothes," she whispered. "I want you to put your prick up my coozy and fuck me till I'm blind. I'm really ready for fucking now, Punk!"
"Oh geeze! You sure are, Sally! You sure as shit are!"
He stripped and climbed the darling girl. His cock slithered up her wet and juicy track to the very bottom and his ass started flying up and down. Sally clamped her long, slender legs around him and she rode it all the way. Punk shot off in her twice without getting soft, but Sally lost count of her comes. It seemed like hours before they finished and Punk pulled his soft wick out of Sally's red and dripping coozy. "Oh my lord" the shaking man sighed. "There ain't never been a piece of pussy like that. Now I'm pure spoiled for anything else!"
"Oh, don't be silly," Sally laughed. "There is a lot of good pussy you can get!" Then she told Punk about Miss Gunch and Miss White.
"Miss Gunch!" Punk gasped. "That old witch?"
"Witch my ass," Sally giggled. "You should see her now. She's a dream, Punk."
"A wet dream?" the hired man chuckled.
"What's that? Oh, I bet I know," Sally squealed. "It's when you dream and come in your sleep, isn't it?"
"Yep. And that's what you are, honey!"
Sally kissed the happy man and put her dress back on. Then she climbed down from the hayloft and went to her room. She stripped and put her cum-stained dress in the dirty clothes. Then she went into the room where the Hales had a big tin bathtub. The door wasn't locked so she went in.
"Oops! I'm sorry," Sally cried, Her Aunty Sue was standing in the tub, still wet from her bath. She was frigging her clit and pumping a thick candle in her cooze.
"Oh golly, Aunty Sue!" Sally cried.
"Sally, Oh-oh! I'm coming! I'm coming, dear!" Aunty Sue panted. She finished fucking off on the candle and let it slide out of her wet hole.
"Gee whiz!" Sally said. "Aunty Sue, doesn't Uncle Willy give you enough fucking?"
"Oh, honey, not as much as I want," Sue panted. "I'm a horny woman, but I never meant you to catch me fucking myself!"
"Oh, Aunty Sue, it's all right!" Sally laughed. "But if you want some good fucking, you ought to get Punk to do it. He's a fine fucker and his prick is good and fat!"
"Sally!" the woman gasped. "You haven't been letting that horny fool get into your goodies, have you?"
"Today was the first time, but I guess we'll do it a lot from now on. But don't you worry, Aunty Sue. I'm a big girl and I learned a whole lot in Cooze. And now I'm going back there for a while, as soon as I have a good bath."
Sally pumped the tub full of water then brought the kettle from the stove to warm it up. As she washed her darling body and sluiced the cum out of her precious cooze, she said, "You see, while I was gone I found a new land where I can be the Queen, if I want to. Now I'm going back there, but I can always come home for a visit. And one day I'll take you and Uncle Willy there to stay. But first I have to go back by myself."
All the while Sally was talking her Aunty Sue stood and looked at her. Then after she got out of the tub and had dried off, Sally took her in to her room. She pulled out her jewels and her party dress and the golden crown. Aunty Sue gasped.
"Sally! It must be true, then!"
Sally kissed her aunt and gave her sweet, fresh pussy a gentle squeeze. "It is true, Aunty Sue. Now goodbye. I'll be back before too long." Then she slipped her feet into the Ruby Slippers and wished to be in the Land of Cooze.
"Land sakes! She's gone!" Sue Hales gasped. Then she rubbed her sweet mound. "Punk, eh?" she muttered. "I'll have to see about him." She wrapped a sheet around her naked body and hurried to the back door. She saw Punk out by the barn.
"Punk! You, Punk! Come here right now," she called. Punk went up to the porch. "What is it, Miz Hales?" he asked. "You come in here and fuck me, you horny, Sally-screwing bastard. I want to see if you're as good as my little niece claims!"
Just then Sally reappeared. "Oh shit!" she smiled. "I forgot Popo again." Popo trotted up to his mistress, tail wagging like a propeller. "Come, Popo," Sally called. "We're going back to Cooze."
Once more the girl vanished and the two Kan-sans were left with their mouths open.
"What in the world is going on?" Punk cried.
"Never mind," Mrs. Hales snapped. "You just get in here and fuck me for a spell. I'm plum tired of diddling myself. Now take off your pants and get to work."
It must be clear by now that when Sally came back to Kansas with the ruby slippers on her feet and the broomstick of the witch of the West in her hand, some of the magic of Cooze began to work its spell in Kansas. And, when Sally went back to Cooze, she left the broomstick in her room where it continued to turn the good Kan-sans on. With any luck, the magic would keep spreading and spreading until it made everybody everywhere as horny as the people in Cooze.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
But Sally was still an inexperienced witch. She didn't tell the Ruby Slippers where she wanted to go in Cooze, so when she got there she looked around in confusion.
"Golly, Popo, something is wrong! I wonder where we are."
"Rowf!" Popo said as he jumped down from Sally's arms.
"We must be somewhere in Cooze, but where is the Pussy-Pink City?"
Sally had thought in her innocence that if she went back to Cooze she would find herself either in Muchfuck Land or on the Yellow Prick Road or in the capitol city of Cooze itself. Instead, she was standing on a path that ran through the woods far to the north of the city, near the ruins of Dykey's castle, the wicked witch of the East.
Now all this land was free, of course, since Sally had killed the witch and wore the ruby slippers. But Sally did not know where she was as she stood there at the edge of a pretty pine woods.
"Well, Popo," Sally said. "I guess we ought to see what's in these woods. We can have the Ruby Slippers take us back to Pussy-Pink City whenever we want to."
"Woof, woof!" Popo agreed.
Sally and Popo followed the path through the trees until they came to a clearing. In the clearing stood a little cottage with flowers by the door. Beside the cottage some beehives and honey bees were buzzing in the flowers.
"Look, Popo! What a pretty little house," Sally cried. "Let's see who lives here."
She and Popo went toward the house and just as they reached the sandy walk that led to the door a most curious sight appeared.
A girl all made of patchwork came out the door. She was made of scraps of cloth in every color and pattern and she wore a patchwork dress as well. Her hair was made of mop yarn and her eyes were black buttons. Her shoes were made of scraps of leather in red and blue and green. She was the funniest sight Sally had ever seen.
"Oh my! A patchwork girl!" she exclaimed.
"That's right. I am a patchwork girl, but I'm as smart as anybody. Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Sally Hales. And this is my dog, Popo."
"So! You are Sally. Well, I surely didn't expect you to come visit me."
"My goodness, do you know about me?"
"Surely I do. I told you I am smart. But everybody in Cooze knows about Sally, who killed the wicked witch of the East and took the broom from the wicked witch of the West."
"Oh, I didn't really," Sally protested. "My house fell on one witch and Cunta lost her broom when Scarecrow was fucking her. And Tin Girl picked it up and gave it to me."
"Oh, so that's how it was," the patchwork girl laughed. "Well, if the witch was getting fucked I can understand how she lost her broom."
"Yes, so can I," Sally giggled. "Now that I have learned to do it, I love it. Don't you love to fuck?"
"Oh, I imagine I would, but I have only read about it."
"Oh, that is too bad. But you like to come, don't you?"
"Yes indeed. I play with my patchwork cunt all the time."
"Cunt," Sally repeated. "Is that another name for pussy?"
"Yes. Would you like to see mine?"
"I never saw a patchwork pussy, Patchwork Girl. Show it to me."
"I'm really a Crazy Quilt girl, Sally, and my name is Crazy. Come in the house with me and we can both play with our cunts, or pussies, whichever you like best."
"Or Coozies," Sally laughed as the two girls went inside.
Crazy had a two-room cottage, one room was her bedroom and the other room was where she did everything else. There was a stove for cooking, a table, two chairs and a sewing machine. There were shelves that held pots and pans and knives and forks and spoons and many rolls of bright-colored cloth. As Crazy and Sally took off their dresses, Sally said, "My goodness, Crazy, you must do a lot of sewing.
"Oh, I sew a great deal. I make all my clothes and I have to keep replacing parts of me. Crazy Quilting wears out, you know."
Sally giggled as she looked at Crazy's pussy. One side was plaid and the other was sky blue. Her mound was red-checked and the hair was fine silk floss of green and yellow.
"Don't you think this one is pretty, Sally? I just finished it last night."
"Oh, yes it is," Sally said. "Mine is so plain."
"Thank you," Crazy smiled. "Now let's play with them. I want to come and I know that you do too."
Crazy and Sally began to play with their coozes. Popo watched them while they rubbed their slits and had very nice comes together. When they were through, Crazy looked carefully at her fingers and her pussy with her black button eyes. "I have to be careful, you know. My fingers and my cunt wear out the fastest."
"I can see why," Sally said. "You rub so hard and so fast when you jack off. Goodness, I'd wear mine out, too."
"Well, I do it my way and you do it yours," Crazy laughed.
Then Sally and her crazy quilt hostess had a snack of bread and honey. Crazy hummed and kept feeling her snatch while they ate and when they had finished, she said, "Sally, you said you loved to fuck. Do you think I could fuck if I had someone to do it with?"
"Golly, Crazy, I don't know why not. Your coozy does have a hole, doesn't it?"
"My, no! I am very well sewn, Sally. If I had a hole in me all my stuffing would run out."
"Well, if you want to fuck you have to have a place to do it. I learned that from Pussella when she was the Tin Girl. But your mouth doesn't let your stuffing come out. Your pussy ought to be made the same way. Look at the inside of mine."
Sally got up and stood with her legs spread. Crazy squatted and looked up Sally's candy dish. "Oh, I see. That's how it is." She poked a crazy quilt finger up Sally's cooze and felt the warm, soft, wet hole. "Urn hmm. So that's where fucking goes on," she said. She took her finger back out of Sally and sat down. She pulled her plaid and blue pussy lips apart and showed a smooth pink satin slit. Sally looked closely and laughed.
"Oh gee, Crazy, I see why you have to masturbate so much. You have sewed a pink pearl bead in it for a clit. You are always hard and horny. Golly, if I always had a hard-on, I could never get enough coming!"
The two girls set to work to fix up Crazy's coozy. Crazy took down a roll of bright red satin which she quickly cut and sewed up on her machine to make a long hollow tube.
"How long should it be, Sally?" she asked.
"Golly, I don't know. Make it real long, then put pleats in it so it can stretch."
"Oh, that's good. Then I can fuck a long one or a short one," Crazy laughed.
Crazy carefully folded the satin tube into a hundred pleats so that it was only about seven inches long. Then she opened the seam of her pink satin slit and put the red tube inside her pretty patchwork crotch. With fine stitches she sewed it in place, turning the pink satin over the mouth of the tube and giving herself a neat and useful cunt.
"How does that look, Sally?" she asked.
"Gosh, it's perfect, Crazy. Now why don't you take out that pearl and put in a nice cotton-stuffed clit?"
"All right, if you think that would be better." She clipped the thread that held the pearl in her dear little slit. Then she took a scrap of bright lavender silk, filled it with cotton, and stitched it in place. As soon as it was done, she began to frig the new clit with two fingers. "Now let's see if it works," she laughed.
In a moment Crazy was gasping for breath and heaving her bottom up and down in the chair. "Oh my, it works!" she panted. "It works better than the other! Oh, look how I'm coming, Sally! Oh gaw, I'm coming hard!"
So Crazy's new clit worked just fine. After her come she thought that she would really like to try out her new cunt hole too since she was so well equipped.
"Sally, do you know what I could have a fuck with?"
Sally sat and thought for a while. "Golly, Crazy. I know you want to try it out. Why don't you make yourself a dildo?"
"What's that?"
"An artificial prick. Make a stuffed prick and fuck with that!"
"Wonderful! That's what I'll do. What does a prick look like?"
Sally quickly drew a picture of a prick for a pattern. Crazy looked at it and shivered. "Oh my, I feel so tingly in my new cunt. Don't you think it should be a little bit bigger, though? I don't want to miss anything."
She sewed and stuffed a fine, long prick of heavyweight blue silk for the shaft and rich purple velvet for the head. When she had it done she handed it to Sally.
"Golly, it is a fine soft peter," Sally said. "Now stuff it tight so it will be good and hard."
Crazy filled the prick with cotton, forcing it in until it was as hard as could be. Then she stitched the end closed and held it up, twelve inches of stiff cock. "Goodness, Sally, I'm so nervous! Would you stick it in for me?"
Sally knelt to help her friend. Crazy pulled open the imagine lips of her cooze. Her pink clit was stiff and her satin slit gleamed. Sally planted a kiss on the tender little bit, then she opened the new hole with her fingers. "Now, dear," she said. "I'm going to start it inside you."
"Yes, do it, Sally! I want to feel it inside me!"
Sally placed the velvet head at the mouth of the red satin snatch. Then she began to push firmly, sending the long, hard shaft up deeper and deeper into the trembling crazy quilt girl. When she had buried half of it, Sally stopped pushing. "How does it feel, Crazy?" she asked.
"Oh gaw, it's lovely! Now fuck me with it!"
Sally pulled it back and pushed it in. She kept doing this faster and faster and Crazy sobbed and gasped. "Oh!" she cried. "Fuck hard, Sally! I think I'm coming! Oh gaw-fuck my cunt! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Sally pumped the patchwork pussy with the patchwork prick and the patchwork girl had a perfectly grand come. Then Sally pulled the prick out of the red satin sheath and peered closely at Crazy's cunt.
"Gee whiz, Crazy," she said. "Your pussy is still as dry as when we started, but your pussy fucked as easy as a soaking wet one."
"Wet?" Crazy panted.
"Yes, wet! Like me." Sally stood up and pushed her pussy close to Crazy's black button eyes. "I'm dripping with juice and need a stiff prick up my cooze too!"
"I'll fuck you with my new prick," Crazy said. "Gee whiz, you're right! Your cunt is as wet as a well!"
"That's why I need a prick in me," Sally giggled. "But my juice would make your new cock all soft and gooey. I don't want you to spoil it for your own fun."
"Oh, that's no problem," Crazy said. "I can make another one. Why I can have a hundred of them if I want!"
"Well then," Sally said, "I am awfully fuck-hungry. Let me have it and I'll see how it feels."
Sally lifted her legs and draped them over the chair arms. She took Crazy's new cotton-stuffed cock and rubbed the head up and down her wet pink cooze. Then she pushed it into the sweet, tight mouth of her hot little hole and sighed as she felt it slip inside. She pushed it deeper and deeper. She moaned in joy as she took it eight inches up her, more than she had ever had before. "It's so good!" she panted. "I'm going to take some more."
Her tits were rigid and her eyes bright. Her breasts were heaving and her delicious little bottom was bouncing as she pushed in another inch and then another. "Oh God!" she moaned, "I'm going to come!"
Sally started pumping the big cloth cock in and out. She flogged away with it and began to squeal. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" she panted. "Oh gee, I'm shooting off now!"
Then she screamed and went limp. Her little cooze clamped down so tight that it squeezed the dildo out and shot it across the room to land in Crazy's lap.
"Me now!" Crazy cried. "Oh gaw, now I'm burning up. I'm going to fuck the whole twelve inches!"
The two new friends spent the night together, taking turns fucking with the patchwork prick. Sometimes Sally fucked herself and sometimes she fucked Crazy. Sometimes Crazy fucked herself and sometimes she fucked Sally. And sometimes they just had to go down on each other and suck their two sweet pussies. When morning came the cock was limp and soggy, soaked through and through with Sally's sweet juice. Crazy held it up and laughed as it hung, limp and dripping. "Well," she giggled, "It's all fucked out. I'll make a new one as quick as quick; then I can fuck all day!"
Sally kissed her friend and said goodbye. "I'm glad I helped you with your pussy," she said. "And now I'd better go back to Cooze and see if everything is all right."
She called Popo but the little dog didn't come. "Golly, I hope he's not in trouble," Sally said. "Where can he be?"
Well, poor Popo had watched the girls getting it on just as long as he could stand it, then he cut out to make his way to Muchfuck Land and the darling little green pussy cat that had flashed him. And by the time Sally was calling him he was sinking his little prick in the hot, green cunt, a doggy grin of bliss on his face.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Since Sally didn't know where to start looking for Popo, she went at once to the Pussy-Pink City of Cooze. She hurried to the wizard, who grabbed her hands and pulled her to him. "Darling girl!" he exclaimed. "You came back! Let me look at you, my child. Let me kiss you and feel your little ass-"
"Oh, dear Cooze, Sally said, "I have lost Popo, but I can tell that you are hurting for a quick fuck, So first I will let you plug my cooze, then you must help me find Popo."
The fevered wizard hurried to enter the heavenly honey-pot, but his excitement was so great that he had a premature shot. His hot cum gushed all over Sally's coozy and ran down her thighs, causing the sweet child to laugh merrily.
"Oh gee, Cooze, you missed again. Wow, I've had more cum shot on me than in me. I wonder if that means something."
Since Cooze was a fake wizard and so was his wand, one shot was all he had. But once he had a shot he was able to remember why he had been so anxious for Sally to return. "Sally darling," he said, "you must go to Coozma at once. The dear lad is sick for your love and, if he doesn't see you right away, I fear he will die. All he does is lie on his bed and moan your name while he toys with his limp dick!"
"Oh gosh!" Sally cried. "I'd better hurry!" She ran down the hall and into Coozma's room. There lay the poor prince, naked on his back and his limp cock in his hand. Tears streamed from his eyes and soaked into the pillow.
"Sally," he sobbed, "why did you leave, me, Sally? Look at me, Sally, I can't even get it hard anymore. Come back to me, my one true love!"
Sally took one look and knew just what she had to do. She tore off the jeweled dress and used it to wipe off Cooze's cum from her darling treasure box, then she sprang onto the bed. Before Coozma knew what was going down, Sally had knelt astride him and her magic coozy was wrapped around his soft pole.
"Sally! Oh, my love! You have come back!" the prince cried.
"I'm back, and I need a stiff prick," Sally giggled. "Can you give me one?"
As if by magic Coozma got hard. His pole rose and swelled and slipped into Sally's sugar-pot.
Sally started humping on it, riding it to bliss.
"You came back!" Coozma cried again. "Oh, darling, never leave me again!"
"Just shut up and fuck!" Sally gasped. "I'm dying for a load of cum inside me instead of all over my cunt."
In a short time Sally's miracle box had restored Coozma to full health. Indeed, Coozma soon seemed to be getting weary of the darling's sweet nest.
Several times when Sally suggested a pleasant interlude in the bed doing one thing or the other to each other the prince would declare that he had an important conference with the wizard, or that he was tired and had a headache. But he always kissed her and said they would get it on later.
Since she was left to her own devices more and more often, Sally began to wonder just how much she really did love the prince. "Golly gee," she said, "here I am saving every bit of my pussy for him, and he doesn't want to fuck anymore. And he hasn't done a thing about getting Popo back, either."
Sally walked back and forth across her room and fingered her darling, deprived cooze. "Honestly," she said, "Coozma doesn't fuck a bit better than Punk, and gee whiz! I've got a right to some fun. In fact, I've got to the place where I need some fucking every day!"
Sally decided that she would just have to make the prince sit down for a heart-to-heart talk. She quickly slipped into a thin white dress that only partly veiled her luscious black-furred mound and pink-lipped cooze, and made her coral-tipped boobs shimmer like midnight. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Gee, I look good enough to eat," she giggled.
Sally hurried down the hall to Coozma's room. When she went inside she found the prince busily sucking Pussella's cooze. And as he sucked he was flogging his log in his fist. Sally watched in rising anger as Coozma sucked Pussella off and shot his cream onto the floor. "That should have been in me!" Sally gasped.
Pussella looked up and saw Sally. She screamed and tried to hide her little coozy behind her hands, but Sally just laughed.
"Oh, don't hide that sweet thing, Pussella," Sally said. "In a minute I might want some of it, too. But dear, sweet, loving Coozma! You said that you loved only me and that I was the only one you ever wanted to fuck! But now you seem to be tired of me. What's wrong? Are you wishing you were a girl again? You do act a little light on your feet, prince darling!"
Sally had brought the broom of the witch with her-she had made a quick slipper trip back home to get it-and pointed it at the cowering prince.
"Well then, Limp-Dick, you just be what you want to be!"
Then Sally gasped. Where a moment before Prince Coozma the Fair had been rising to his feet, there stood a perfectly adorable, absolutely ravishing girl. It was Cooza, the lovely girl friend of Jack Turniphead. Cooza laughed and ran to Sally.
"Oh Sally, my darling! Thank you. This is exactly what I want to be, but I didn't know how to get it!"
Cooza kissed Sally passionately while Pussella laughed. When Sally broke free, Cooza began to rub her own darling coozy. "Oh, my own dear little pussy!" she cried. "How I have missed you. Oh, dear ones, now I can once more know the heavenly joy of getting myself fucked!"
Pussella went to Sally and begged her. "Poor Sally," she said. "I always knew it wouldn't last. Dear Coozma was just a little bit three dollar bill'ish for a real stud. But you come with me. Old Dongo will give you what you need. And he's still carrying a secret hard-on for you!"
"But Tinny dear, I thought you and Dongo were practically engaged."
"No! Not at all. We love to fuck but, good grief! My coozy is so new to me that I need to get it on with everybody I can. Now come and make Dongo happy."
"Me too?" Cooza cried. "I need to get a shaft up my hole too."
"Come on then," Sally laughed. "The more the merrier! Oh wow, now that Coozma is Cooza, I'm free to get on with anybody I want to. And golly, I have wanted to make it with Dongo. I've loved him ever since I first came to Cooze!"
The three girls left the prince's room and went looking for Prince Dongo, the recent scarecrow. Sally insisted that she should have the first fuck since she was the horniest. Then Cooza decided that what she wanted most of all was to visit her old lover, Jack Turniphead, and have a long, hot ride on his big pole.
"Oh, Sally," she said, "Jack is the only one who ever fucked me, and my cooze is so hungry for him. And now that all the wicked witches are dead or reformed, it will be perfectly safe for me to go to him."
So little Cooza ran off to find her old friend at his house way up north in Clinker's country and Sally went with Pussella to find Dongo and a good hot fuck.
Now, Cooza thought it would be safe for her to travel alone to Jack's house. After all, both wicked witches were gone. But she did not know, and most of the people of Cooze had forgotten, that in the far north, in the ruins of Dykey's castle, another evil power had risen. It was Dildo the Sorcerer, who had been banished to the burning desert by Dykey when he had challenged the power of the witch. And for as long as Clinker held the North safe, and Dykey held the East, Dildo could only stay in the desert to burn and wither and roast, but now it was different. Dykey was dead and Clinker was so busy making out with the sweet and juicy Cunta that no one was watching Dildo. And he began to rise in power again.
So, even as Cooza was starting her trip to Jack Turniphead, Dildo was stealing across Cooze toward the West. And just as Cooza was passing through the gardens that lay outside Pussy-Pink City, Dildo was creeping along the edge of the territory of the wizard. Dildo saw the dear girl, and he felt a terrible passion burn in his heart. So he cast a foul spell on the innocent Cooza and changed her from a sweet and dear and loving girl into a nymph of the darkest lust with frenzied desires.
"Come to me, sweet and juicy little cooze," Dildo commanded.' 'Give me your little body for my foulest pleasures!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Cooza cried. "Whatever you want to do to me, I crave it! I want you to take me and fuck me until you rip me wrong side out! Do evil and vile things to me! Violate me, master, in the vilest way you know!"
Dildo quickly took Cooza into his embrace. He looked at the beautiful girl and wanted her more than he had ever wanted anything before. He would have her for his slave his beautiful toy, to serve him and obey him in his every cruel wish.
"Come with me, follow me to the castle of the witch of the West."
"I will follow you, master. I desire nothing but to obey!" Cooza moaned.
Poor Cooza was captured by the evil power of the sorcerer. She trembled and burned with a raging lust for him, wanting to be treated foully and cruelly, until nothing was left of her but dust and ashes and a few spots of cum. She was lost unless someone could rush to the rescue before it was too late. And it would soon be too late, for one fuck with Dildo was certain death.
But those who might learn of Cooza's plight were few, and they had no reason to search. Clinker, who could have seen the dear girl in Dildo's clutches, was much too enraptured by Cunta's clever inventions, Cunta was always devising new ways for the two beauties to give each other pleasure. Clinker was shrieking as Cunta brought her to a climax of delight that swept her senses away with the force of a hurricane. Cunta gave a final stroke of stimulation to Clinker's red and distended clit before she gave herself up to an equally strong come. It would be a long time before Clinker could help Cooza.
And in the Pussy-Pink City, Sally and her friends also were thinking only of the pleasure of sex. Sally was sobbing and moaning with Dongo as he slowly savored the heavenly bliss of Sally's precious pussy enfolding his long, sturdy prick.
"Oh, my dear, sweet Sally," Dongo groaned, "your coozy is like heaven!"
"Gee! Oh my! Oh, darling Scarecrow! You are so big! Oh! Oh, I'm going to come again!" the darling girl cried.
Pussella was getting her tender new quim stuffed by Lion. His big, shaggy body covered Pussella's up-thrust bottom as he humped his shiny red rod in her. Pussella was on the verge of coming again, and she gasped and moaned. "I love it! Oh, Lion, I'm almost there again! Hump hard-I'm gonna come!"
Alas, it did seem that Cooza was doomed. And, if Dildo ever began to sate her lust, she would never be able to return to the world of decent folk, for the ways of Dildo were not the ways of others, and Cooza's dear and lovely body was about to be ruined beyond all hope. And yet the hot and dazed girl hurried eagerly to meet her vile fate.
So the sorcerer led Cooza westward to the empty castle of Cunta while all who would have sprung to her aid were busy enjoying themselves.
When night fell and Dildo's powers were at their peck, the sorcerer took Cooza in his arms and carried her ever more swiftly toward his goal. At his touch, Cooza's dear clit began to throb and when she was clasped tight in his arms, Cooza began to come.
Dildo laughed when he felt Cooza's little crotch begin to hump against his leg.
"So, little princess, you rub your horny slot against me to get off! Just wait, innocent darling, until I fill your every hole with my great rod! I'll tear your ass and rip your cunt, and you will die in pleasure and pain!"
"Oh yes! Hurry, master, I want it all!" Cooza gasped.
But, unknown to the sorcerer, his flight with Cooza was not unseen.
Hobby Horse, the friend of Jack Turniphead, was on his way to Cooze for a visit with Prince Coozma, whom he had never ceased to love. Hobby Horse saw Cooza and recognized her at once, and his rough old back tingled at the memory of that soft little slit bouncing and juicing on it. And Hobby Horse saw Dildo capture the sweet Cooza and his horsy old heart grew cold with fear. He stumped along as fast as he could to the city where he could sound the alarm. And as soon as he neared the gates he began to bray his message. "Go tell Sally!" the chief guard cried. "Prince Coozma, or Princess Cooza, as the case may be, is in grave danger!'
The word was rushed to Sally, who was resting from a marvelous fuck with dear old Lion. Pussella was sitting astride Dongo with his prick deep in her sweet cooze. As soon as she heard the terrible news she leaped off without even waiting for her come.
"Oh, my goodness," the princess cried. "We must go to the rescue at once!"
Good old Lion and darling Sally got up. Dongo struggled into his pants, his stiff prick giving him some trouble. Sally ran for the broom and slippers. She came back with the Ruby Slippers on her feet and her Sunday School medal at her breast and the broom clutched in her hand. "Let's go!" she cried. "The Ruby Slippers will carry us to her!"
"Where are we going?" Lion asked.
"Oh gosh, Lion! That's a good question. We don't know where Cooza has been taken. Maybe Cooze can tell us."
Sally and her friends dashed down the hall to Cooze's chamber. They found the wizard talking to the Hobby Horse. Cooze looked at the brave adventurers and said, "I see you are ready. I can only suggest that Dildo has gone to the closest lair he can use. Try Cunta's castle. There is much evil still clinging to its walls."
"Quick, everybody!" Sally called. "Hold on to a piece of me. We're off to Cunta's castle!"
Lion reared up and put his paws on Sally's shoulders. His dick went hard as he pushed it into the crack of her precious ass. Pussella grabbed Sally's darling tits while Dongo grabbed her legs and pushed his face into her treasure nest. And with a whiz and a bump they were standing in a dark and gloomy courtyard.
"Look, Sally! A light in the tower," Dongo whispered.
"That must be the place," Sally said. "We must be quiet now. Follow me, everybody."
Sally and her friends bravely entered the dark stone fortress. Silent as mice they stole up the unlit stair until they came to the door of the tower room. The door stood open and they looked in at the frightful scene.
Cooza lay naked on Cunta's bed, writhing in passion and frantically masturbating. Over her stood Dildo, the vile sorcerer. He too was naked and from his hairy body a huge prick a full eighteen inches long stood out. It was thick and rough and from the head there dripped green slime that oozed and smoked when it dripped on the floor to bubble and fume. Cooza moaned as she frigged her clit.
"Oh, hurry, my darling master! Put it in me! Shove it all the way through me!"
"I will, pitiful child! I will fuck you and cornhole you and rip you to shreds! I will cum, and you, ha, ha! You will go!"
"What's cornhole?" Sally asked.
"I don't know," Pussella answered. "It must be something evil!"
"Oh, dearest lord, what is cornhole?" Cooza panted.
"Your ass!" Dildo hissed, "your little pink asshole!"
"Golly!" Sally whispered. "We must stop him. He is a dirty old man!"
"I don't know, Sally," Lion said, looking at the precious girl's darling little seat. "It might be fun."
Sally switched her little pink behind. "Maybe so, but I think it sounds nasty."
"Oh, oh! I'll get him!" Lion roared.
Dildo had just started to reach for Cooza. The lust-mad girl had spread wide her legs and was pulling open the lips of her enchanting cooze with her fingers. As Dildo bent to her, Lion sprang and one mighty paw flew at the evil head. Sparks crackled and the head crashed against the wall. The headless body staggered in circles while Cooza screamed.
"No, no! I want to fuck him! I want to fuck him!"
Sally ran to her and bent over the writhing form. As she bent over she let the broomstick touch one coral tipped boob. At once Cooza was her old, sweet self again.
"Why, Sally, where are we?" she asked.
"Cooza! Oh, little Cooza, did he hurt you?" Dongo cried.
"I'm just fine." Cooza laughed. "But oh my, I sure am hot for a fuck!"
The body of Dildo stumbled out of the tower room and down the stairs. Sally and Pussella ran to the window and saw the monstrous figure as it lurched away from the castle and headed for the sea.
"Gracious," Sally said. "I didn't know Cunta owned shore property?" Then she and Pussella turned back to the room. Pussella giggled and Sally laughed. Dongo was mounted between Cooza's thighs and the two of them were fucking like cats in heat.
"Oh, Dongo my darling!" Cooza was crying, "nobody told me you were hung like my Jack! Oh, fuck me, my prince! I'm going to come!"
"Golly!" Sally said. "If he's hung like Dongo, I'll bet Jack would be just right for little Crazy!"
"Crazy?" Pussella said. "Who's Crazy?"
"Besides me," Lion growled. "I'm crazy for some more of Sally's cooze!"
Sally told her friends about her visit with the crazy quilt girl. "And that's the last time I saw Popo, too," she said. "Gosh, I've been too busy to even think about him!"
"You certainly have, Sally. But my goodness, haven't we been having fun?" Pussella laughed. "Besides, I'll bet Popo is some place where he's getting all the pussy he wants."
"We sure have been having fun, Pussella. And I hope you're right about Popo."
Dongo started shooting in Cooza's thirsty, tight little puss. They thrashed around on the bed for another few moments, then Dongo pulled out. Cooza sat up and gave him a happy kiss.
"Well, Dongo dear," Pussella called. "How is her little cunt?"
"I thought she was giving more bottom action than we do," Sally said thoughtfully. "What do you think, Tinny?"
"Oh, Puss, my love," Dongo grinned, "She is wonderful, but no better than you."
"No," Pussella said, "I think Sally may be right. She did seem to get more curve to her back and sock it up better."
"I liked the grinding bit," Sally said. "Golly, I can see that we have a lot of work to do on our technique. But I get so worked up when I'm fucking that I forget about fucking it back for who-ever's doing it to me!"
Cooza laughed happily. "Just wait until you have been fucking as long as I have," she said. "I'll bet you will be a hundred times better than me."
"Ooh, I hope so!" Sally giggled. "But now let's get out of here. It's cold and damp, and I want to find a nice place for some fucking."
"But what happened? How did I get here?" Cooza asked.
The friends quickly told Cooza what had happened and the vile things Dildo had been about to do to her. Cooza looked thoughtful when she had heard it all.
"Hmm, cornhole," she said. "I never heard of that."
They all agreed that Cooza had a very narrow escape and that she owed her life to old Hobby Horse.
"Dear Hobby Horse," Cooza said. "I used to ride on him and jack off by bouncing my pussy on his back. Oh my, I used to come and come and come!"
"Why don't we all go to see your friend Jack now?" Pussella said.
"Yes," Sally cried. "And I can bring Crazy there too. She and Jack ought to be good friends."
Sally raised the broomstick. "I'm going to try this," she said. "It's just as magic as the Ruby Slippers." Then she commanded the broom to take them all to Jack Turniphead's house and to bring Crazy and her house and beehives there, too. "And bring me Popo, too, while you're at it!" she cried.
In a flash they were all standing in front of Jack's house and, before they could catch their breath there was a bump and there was Crazy's cottage right next door, and Popo, wagging his tail and looking like he could use some rest.
Crazy's cottage door opened and the crazy quilt girl popped out.
"Hello, Sally. Did you bring somebody to fuck me?" she cried.
"Fuck? Who wants to fuck?" Jack shouted, running out of his house.
"We do!" All the girls laughed. But Crazy was closest to him. She ran to Jack and laughed. "My cunt is red satin and I have a lavender silk clit!" she cried. "They just have ordinary old meat coozies. Which do you want?"
Jack grabbed Crazy by the hand and pulled her indoors. Sally and her friends listened at the door.
"Oh my, that feels nice," Crazy said. "Now fuck hard, Jack, and see if my satin cunt can take your load!"
"Oh gee, I'm getting real horny now," Sally said.
"And we only have Lion and Dongo," Pussella sighed. "What we need are some more men."
"I know," Sally said. "But if I were somewhere else, I could get fucked, and there would be plenty for you. So I'm going back to Kansas. When I come back, I'll bring Uncle Willy and Punk, and maybe Miss White and Miss Gunch and Aunty Sue. Then there will always be somebody ready to do something to anybody!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sally wished herself and Popo back home. In a flash she was standing on the back porch of Uncle Willy's house. Sally opened the back door.
In the kitchen Aunty Sue was busy getting it on with Punk. She was leaning up against the sink while Punk drove eight stiff inches up her dripping slot.
"Faster, Punk! Oh, sweet cock! I'm coming!" Aunty Sue gasped.
"Golly, you are giving her a good one!" Sally laughed. She ran through the house and into the parlor. "Sally! You're back again!" Uncle Willy cried. He was naked and his big dick stuck out a mile. Sally looked at it and her little pussy began to juice up.
"Welcome back, Sally!" Vera Gunch and Gladys White came into the parlor from Uncle
Willy's bedroom. They were both naked and horny.
"We're going to fuck Willy," Miss White giggled. "But you can have some too."
"Sally first!" Willy crowed. "I've wanted to dip it in her little juice bowl for years. But there's plenty for you ladies, too. You just play stinky-finger for a spell. Come here, Sally. Spread that sweet thing for your old Uncle. First I'm gonna eat some, then I'm gonna fill it with meat. What do you say, honey?"
"I say let's get it on!" Sally cried. "My goodness, Uncle Willy, you do have a nice prick!"
"Oh, Popo!" Miss Gunch cried. "You can go fuck Zsa Zsa! She's on the porch."
"Or maybe he'd like to lick me off!" Miss White giggled. "My pussy is just streaming with juice! Look at it!"
Sally led her uncle into her bedroom. She squeezed his cock in her fist and smiled. "You'll have to fuck me fast this time, Uncle Willy. And don't worry, I have learned to come awful quick. But as soon as I've had a nice one, I'm going to take all of us back to Cooze. I think you're ready for it now!"
Willy pushed his darling niece down on the bed. He slammed his prick into her eager cooze and moaned as he felt its silken walls close on him. "You'd better be able to do it fast," he gasped, "'cause, oh lord! I'm shooting off!"
And, since Willy did come too fast for Sally to make it that time, she had to wait for a while to get her little pussy cool enough to leave. When she told the good and loving Kansans of her plan, not a one was against it.
"Oh sugar," Aunty Sue laughed, "you can bet I'll go. A lady just can't get all the fucking she needs around here, no matter how hard she tries."
"That's so true, Susan," Miss Gunch said. "And not only that, it seems to me that not all of what you get here is very good!"
"Oh my, that is true!" Miss White giggled. "I got Preacher Green all ready to give me a fuck and then he just shot off all over me. I sat right there and jacked off and he got all upset and called me a 'Scarlet Woman'! "
"Hmmf! Doctor Jones was almost as bad," Miss Gunch snickered. "He had me down on the examining table and he was playing with me. But when I said I was ready to come, he just jerked himself off. I made him suck me off, or else I was going to report him to the sheriff!"
"Of course, my hired man does me right fine," Aunty Sue said.
"I don't get too many complaints myself," Uncle Willy said.
"Land, no!" Miss Gunch laughed. "That's a fine peter you have, Willy, and it just about tickles every place I need it."
"Yes, Uncle Willy is nice," Sally agreed. "But I think the main thing is that I brought back home some Cooze magic with me and we all are different."
"Sugar, you sure do have a magic cooze," Uncle Willy laughed. "And I think that if we're gonna go there, we might as well do it now."
"I do too!" Miss White said. "Where will we go first?"
"Oh, I thought we'd start in Muchfuck Land."
"Muchfuck! That's me," Miss Gunch cried. "But I like sucking, too. Why don't we all make a nice suck-chain while Sally takes us to Cooze?"
"I'm for it!" Punk laughed, "but I want to be the one licking Sally out!"
And in just a minute all the ladies were getting their honey-pots licked, and in a minute more, just as Sally went all dewy damp in her precious cooze, the good friends of Kansas were swished off to the Land of Cooze where their fun and adventures and grand fucking continue till this very day.
