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"DOROTHY DOES OZ"
by: Shelby Bush
Chapter One "We're Off to Squeeze the Wizard"
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Standing in the shaft of sunlight streaming through
the window, the girl admired her naked, one-day-short-
of-eighteen-year-old body in the full length mirror.
Reaching up and touching her cone-shaped breasts, the
small - but very sensitive - nipples popped up under her
fingertips, and she smiled at herself.
Moving down her body, her hand slid over her flat
stomach and navel to the patch of brown fur below.
Ruffling the pubic hair with her fingers, barely
touching the skin beneath, she turned, admiring the
image of herself in the mirror.
Suddenly hearing voices coming through the open
window, not far enough to be seen, but far enough to
look out, she stepped closer to the sill.
Walking up toward the spigot in the back yard, the
three hired hands turned on the hose, and started
washing the Kansas dirt from their hands and arms.
"Looks like a storm's movin' in," the tall one
remarked.
The short one nodded. "Sky's awful dark toward the
west."
The fat one chimed in. "Hope it don't rain tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" the tall one asked.
"Dorothy's birthday," the fat one replied. "What're
you guys getting her for her birthday?"
Grabbing at his crotch, the short one grinned. "I got
her birthday present right here."
"What makes you think she wants such a little gift?"
laughed the tall one.
"What makes you think it's so small?" the short one
grinned back at him. "Besides. I know that's what she
really wants. You've seen her walkin' around here in her
short shorts and tube tops."
"Yeah!" the fat one nodded.
"Ever since she got hair on her thing," the short one
continued, "she's been wantin' to use it bad. And now
she's eighteen. No more jail-bait."
Standing in her room above them, Dorothy smiled.
"Mebbe we all ought to give'r what she's been askin'
for," the tall one said.
Laughed, they turned to face west as a rumble of
thunder sounded. "Looks like a hard'un," the short one
said. "We'd better get the tractor in."
As they dashed off, Dorothy turned away from the
window and lying back on her bed, she smiled to herself.
Thinking about the treat the guys were considering
giving her for her birthday, one hand drifted down to
her lower lips. Tracing the contours of her slit,
feeling it open, blossoming, her clitoris emerged, hot,
hungry, demanding. Stroking it slowly, feeling a trickle
of moisture begin to leak from her cunt, she moaned.
"Oh, for a tongue to stroke me..."
Then miraculously, there was a tongue; warm, wet and
willing.
Rolling her clit like a marble in the mud, as the
tongue took over, Dorothy slid her fingers away. "Oh,
yes!" she cried, softly. "Oh yes... yesss... good boy...
good Toto..."
Looking up briefly at his name, the small, black dog
looked up from her crotch then went back to his work.
"Oh, yes..." Laying back, her fingers on her breasts,
Dorothy pinched her tender nipples. Spreading from her
groin, a warm feeling tightened under her breastbone.
Arching her back as the contractions began, her legs
squeezing together as the dog scrambled away from her,
she held her breath until the contractions slowed, then
slowly released the air.
Climbing up on the bed, Toto lay beside her as Dorothy
dozed off into a light sleep.
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"DOROTHY!"
The male voice's shout rousing her from her slumber,
throwing on the first clothes she could find, Dorothy
scrambled off the bed. Donning cut-off blue jeans and a
tee-shirt, she looked around for Toto, but the little
dog had disappeared.
Running along the hall, Dorothy jumped down the stairs
to the yard. "Yes, Uncle?"
"Where's that little black beast of yours?" the angry-
looking man asked.
"What's he done now?" Dorothy whined.
"It's the chickens again. That damned mutt of yours
had better stop chasing my chickens around the coop, or
I swear, I'll fry his ass for dinner."
Turning away from her uncle so he couldn't see her sly
smile, Dorothy nodded. "Toto!" she shouted. "Toto! Come
here, boy!"
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The rap at the front door was sharp, insistent. Emily
opened the door cautiously.
Dressed entirely in black, the woman at the door wore
long skirts and a high-necked, long-sleeved blouse and
Emily wondered how she could bear to wear such garb in
the heat of summer. Peering through the door opening,
her voice a grating squeak, the woman asked, "Where is
your niece, Emily?"
"She's out back, I believe. Why?"
"It's that dog of hers again," the elder lady
snapped.
Emily nodded. "Won't you come in?" She opened the door
wider, and the black-clad woman entered.
"Please have a seat," Emily said, false-cheerfully.
"I'll find Dorothy for you."
Emily quickly left the room. "That mutt..." she
muttered.
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Holding her dog in her arms, stroking his head,
Dorothy hesitated before entering the room. Finally
steeling herself and straightening her back, she marched
in to face the grim-faced woman.
The woman's face darkened as she saw Dorothy enter the
room. "That dog," she shrieked, "It's a menace! He keeps
chasing my chickens!"
"Now, now," Emily chided. "I don't believe he means
any harm. He's a very gentle dog."
"Gentle, hell," the woman growled. "You must not know
what he does when he catches them."
Emily looked blank. The woman elaborated.
"He buggers them. Screws them up the arse."
Feigning shock and collapsing into a chair, Emily
fanned herself with her hand. "Oh, my," she whispered.
Dorothy set the dog down on the floor and Toto sat
obediently at her feet.
"Something has got to be done about that dog," the
woman said, threateningly. "I have an order here from
the Sheriff. You have to turn the dog over to me to be
destroyed."
"Destroyed? For fucking a few chickens?"
"Yes!" the woman exclaimed. "Exactly."
"We can't fight the order," Emily nodded. "Give her
the dog, Dorothy."
Looking down, Dorothy saw Toto had slipped away and
glancing around the room, she saw a black furry tail
behind the skirts of the seated, grim-faced woman. "Oh,
no," she thought.
The strange bulge under the woman's skirt suddenly
appeared between her legs and as she jumped up, Toto
fell out from under her skirt as the woman stood on her
chair. "That beast licked me!" she shouted. "He licked
my... my..."
"Your what?" Dorothy asked, coyly hiding a smile
behind her hands.
"Never mind," the woman snapped. She pointed at a
small cage. "You put that mutt in there, and hurry up
about it".
Snatching up Toto, Dorothy whispered in his ear,
"Manoeuvre X-14."
Looking up into her face, Toto seemed to grin.
As Dorothy put Toto into the cage, the woman snatched
it up and headed out the door.
"Good riddance," Emily said.
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Watching for Toto to come running back down the road,
the storms were closer as Dorothy looked out her window
and distant rumble of thunder brought her attention back
to the threatening sky. "Aunt Em," she called out the
window. "Have you checked the Weather Channel?"
Looking up at Dorothy, the elder woman shook her head
and turned back to feeding the chickens.
Going downstairs and picking up the remote control,
Dorothy clicked on the television and was flicking
through the channels when she heard Angela Lansbury say,
"This is a very special showing..." Curiosity overcoming
her, Dorothy paused to see what was so special.
Standing in front of a picture of a picture of a girl
in a gingham pinafore holding a small black dog, Angela
said, "And now, we present `The Wizard of Oz'."
"Shit," Dorothy muttered. "Not that thing again..."
Hunting for the Weather Channel, she clicked the remote.
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Stepping out of the house and walking toward the
barnyard, Dorothy watched her aunt's skirts blow around
her legs as she carried a bucket of grain for the
horses.
"So, what's the weather word?" Emily asked.
"There's a tornado-watch out, but nothing more,"
Dorothy replied. Taking the bucket from her aunt's hand,
she stepped over to the barn. Inside, the three hired
hands were peering out at the approaching storm clouds.
"Looks like a big storm," the fat one shouted over at
Dorothy.
"Tornado-watch out," Dorothy shouted back.
"That's twister weather fer sure," the tall one
pointed out at the clouds.
Dorothy poured the grain into the horses feed bins,
and headed back to the house. Looking out at the road
again as she approached the door, a small black dot
moved towards her and she smiled. Heading on into the
house, and going upstairs to her room, as she heard the
pet door open and shut, she held her door open and Toto
dashed through and jumped up on the bed.
Closing the door and twisting the privacy lock,
Dorothy turned back to the panting dog. "Good boy," she
muttered. "Now, you better lay low for a while, Buster."
The dog licked his chops and whined.
Smiling, Dorothy nodded. "Good idea." Peeling off her
shorts and pulling the tee-shirt over her head, climbing
naked onto the bed, as the dog dove for her crotch,
letting him apply his tongue to her sensitive clit, she
lay back, her knees high and wide. "Good dog," she
moaned. "Good boy."
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The tall hired hand pointed. "See that? Didn't I tell
you?"
Following his gaze, the others saw a dark funnel was
dropping from the cloud. "It's a twister! Get everyone
into the storm cellar!"
Running toward the doors to the shelter, the tall hand
pulled the door open as, carrying a battery-powered
lantern and followed by the other two hired hands,
Dorothy's Uncle came down the stairs.
Hesitating at the door, Emily yelled, "Where's
Dorothy?"
"I think she's in the house," the tall man shouted.
"I'll find her." He started towards the house, but Emily
grabbed his arm and pointed. The twister was almost upon
them.
"Too late!" Pulling him into the shelter door, the
wind whipped the cellar door closed behind Emily and
jamming it shut, an old wagon picked up at the farm down
the road fell across the doorway.
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Her body convulsed in pleasure, one of the most
powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. Somewhere in
the back of her mind, Dorothy knew she was hyper-
ventilating, but didn't care. Pushing the little dog
aside, she lazily curled up in a foetal position on the
bed. It felt like the whole house was shaking....
The house WAS shaking!
It sounded like a freight train was right outside the
window. A gust of fierce wind blew through the room.
Sitting up in bed watching the window act like a
drain, Dorothy saw loose pieces of paper flying through
the air and out the window. Suddenly, her closet door
flew open and the air was thick with clothing, whipping
around her then disappearing out into the yard. The
house gave a shudder, there was a wrenching sound, then
suddenly, silence.
Much as it did when she rode in the elevator in
Wichita, Dorothy's stomach gave a lurch. The floor felt
solid when she stepped out of the bed, but almost like
being in a boat or a train, there was a movement.
Lurching toward the window she looked out... and
screamed!
Dorothy was inside the tornado, and she couldn't see
the ground!
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Chapter Two: "Ding! Dong! The Bitch is Dead!"
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Obscuring most of the view, the winds whipped around
the house, and gazing through the window, it seemed to
Dorothy she was moving, and moving swiftly at that, but
since she had no landmarks to watch, she couldn't be
sure.
Then almost as suddenly, there was another feeling,
like the momentary weightlessness of a descending
elevator. "We're falling!" Dorothy shouted. "Toto!"
Grabbing up her dog, and jumping onto the bed, Dorothy
hoped it would cushion the shock of the fall - at least
a little.
The house dropped and dropped and as it fell, above
the drone of the wind, Dorothy thought she heard a high-
pitched scream, but that could have been her
imagination.
With a loud thump, the house landed and Dorothy
bounced up and down on the bed on the impact. Sitting
for a moment, listening to the silence left behind when
the tornado sounds vanished, she slowly crawled out of
the bed. Glancing down at herself and remembering that
she was completely naked, she stepped over to the closet
to get some clothing.
The closet was completely empty.
Dorothy went to the bureau, but even the drawers were
gone.
Unlatching the door to her room, Dorothy padded down
the hallway to her aunt and uncle's room. The door swung
open easily. Aunt Emily's closet was equally bare, but
wrapped around one of the bedposts was a simple gingham
dress.
Grabbing it and making sure it was in one piece,
Dorothy slipped it over her head, and going back to her
room, trying to find a pair of shoes, she searched.
Sneakers, high-heels, sandals, anything but there were
none to be found. But she did find a pair of cotton
panties that had blown under her desk and lifting her
skirt, she slipped into them. "Aunt Emily always warned
me to wear clean underwear in case of an accident," she
muttered. Toto's ears perked up as she spoke.
"C'mon, Toto," Dorothy said, cheerfully. "Let's see
where this storm has blown us."
Forced off its hinges by the impact, the front door of
the house was blocked, but heading for the back door, it
opened to Dorothy's tug, but the porch was gone. A good
four foot drop, she got down on her knees and dropping
Toto to the ground, she slid her feet out the door.
Jumping down, Dorothy scrambled to her feet and looked
around her.
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"It's almost as if I'm seeing colours for the first
time," Dorothy muttered. "I don't think we're in Kansas
any more."
Stepping through a low hedge onto a pathway,
resembling playhouses for children, all around were
small structures with flowers blossoming on all sides of
the houses.
Toto trotted along behind her as Dorothy wandered down
the pathway. Suddenly, a little man jumped out in front
of her. Although trying to put on a brave face, his
voice quivered with fear. "Are you a good witch or a bad
witch?"
"I'm not a witch at all," Dorothy replied, puzzled.
"What makes you think I'm a witch?"
"Only witches fly in houses," the little man shrugged.
"Have you ever seen a house fly before?" Dorothy half-
smiled.
"Sure," he said, quickly. "I've even got a fly-
swatter."
Dorothy chuckled. "Where is everybody?"
"Hiding," the little man cringed. "Everyone wants to
know if you're a good witch or a bad witch before they
come out."
"Oh. Then tell them that I'm good. But I'm not a
witch. There's no such thing as witches."
"Really? You think so?" The little man puffed himself
up. "Come here and look, then, smart ass."
Leading Dorothy back to the fallen house, he pointed
at one corner. Clad in a black skirt, sticking out from
under the house was two legs and feet wearing a pair of
ruby slippers.
"That's the Wicked Witch of the East," the little man
sighed. "And you killed her. That could either make you
our National Hero, or..." He squared his shoulders. "Or
if you are another wicked witch, come to take over,
we'll have to take our chances on getting rid of you."
Dorothy stepped back. "By all means, tell everyone I
mean no harm. I'm not a witch, but I'm very good."
Stepping back over to the pathway, the little man
cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting, "She says
she's good! Come on out! Come on out!"
Standing about three feet tall, coming up almost to
Dorothy's waist, the pathway suddenly filled with little
people who looked relieved, happy and fearful at the
same time. Keeping a respectful distance, sliding away
like a flock of pigeons as Dorothy walked around, they
stared at her.
Glancing back at the house, Dorothy saw one of the
little people poking at the extended legs with a stick.
"Where am I?" Dorothy asked, finally.
"You are standing in Munchkinland," one of the little
folk replied.
"Munchkinland? Where's that?"
"In the Land of Oz," another one said, helpfully.
"Oz? Where's..."
Dorothy's question was interrupted by a high-pitched
whine. Her eyes following the direction of the sound,
she saw a bright light beam, particles shimmering in the
light, then the particles formed into a female body.
Completely naked, her breasts firm and tipped with
pink nipples, with a fine, blond bush covering the nexus
of her legs, as the woman stood in the light for a
moment, there was an appreciative murmur from the
Munchkins, then as another shimmering began, her body
was covered with a gossamer gown. The woman moved and
smiled.
One of the Munchkins whispered, "I love the way she
beams in!"
"Well," the woman looked Dorothy over. "You're a
pretty little witch, anyway."
"I'm not a witch," Dorothy said again, firmly.
"Whatever you say, dear," the Lady said. "But I got a
message from the Munchkins that a witch had dropped a
house on the Wicked Witch of the East, and there she is,
and there you are."
"But I'm not a witch," Dorothy whined.
"I don't care if you are or not," the lady smiled,
kindly. "You are entitled to your own beliefs. But we
want to know if you are going to take over here in
Munchkinland, or what your intentions are."
"My name is Dorothy," Dorothy said. "I have no
intention of taking over -- here or anywhere. I was
brought here by a storm, and I'd just like to get home
again."
"Hurrah!" the crowd of Munchkins shouted.
"What are they so excited about?" Dorothy asked the
Lady.
"You see, my dear, under the rule of the Wicked Witch
of the East, the Munchkins were not allowed many of the
pleasures of life. Look around you. Do you see any
Munchkin children?"
"They all look like children to me," Dorothy said.
"They are not children. Some of them -- like those
women over there, who call themselves the Lullabye
League -- dress up like children to make themselves feel
better. But there are no children in Munchkin land,
because there has been no sex."
"No sex?"
"None." The Lady turned to the gathering crowd. "The
Wicked Witch of the East is dead," she announced. "The
young lady who killed her has renounced her claim to be
your ruler. Therefore, you are now free to elect your
own ruler."
There was a great cheer from the crowd.
"And further, you are released from the orders of the
Wicked Witch."
There was a bigger cheer.
"Let the orgy begin!" someone shouted.
Amazed, Dorothy watched as the crowd of tiny Munchkins
scrambled out of their clothing. Sure enough, the little
people were fully developed; their women had large
breasts and bushy pubic patches; the men had fully-
developed penises, and she noted, healthy erections.
There were some giggles and shrieks as the men chased
the women around; and women chased men. As they caught
each other and fell into the grass, her nether parts
warming, a trickle of moisture trailing down one leg,
Dorothy watched them fucking in every manner imaginable.
"I'll bet there'll be a population explosion here in a
few months," the Lady grinned. She turned to Dorothy.
"Is there anything I could do for you?"
"Can you help me get home? Back to Kansas?" Dorothy
asked.
The Lady shook her head. "That's beyond my powers,"
she said softly. "The only one who might help you is the
Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz."
"Where's he? Will he just beam in like you did?"
"Hardly. You must go to him. It's a long journey." She
looked down at Dorothy's feet. "But you're barefoot.
You'll need a pair of shoes... and the Munchkin shoes
are much too small for you."
Glancing over to the house, she smiled. "Of course!"
Waving her wand, the shoes vanished from the pair of
legs sticking out from under the house, and reappeared
on Dorothy's feet. "These should serve," the Lady
smiled. "They seem to fit."
Dorothy looked down at her feet. They were now clad in
slippers that looked like they were covered with rubies.
"They're very pretty," she said. "But they don't go with
my dress."
"Beggars can't be choosers," the Lady grinned.
"Oh! Wait!" Dorothy said. "I've seen this movie." She
clicked her heels together three times, and said,
"There's no place like home, There's no place like
home."
Nothing happened.
The Lady looked at her, puzzled. "They're just shoes,
Dorothy. Now, when you're ready, just follow the yellow
brick road. It leads to the great Emerald City, home of
the Wizard."
Stepping back onto the lighted pad, the Lady flipped
open a hand-held unit and spoke into it. "Energise." Her
dress vanished, her nude body was visible again and then
it too disappeared in a bright light.
Dorothy stood staring at the spot where she vanished.
There was a tug at her skirt.
"Hey, babe," a voice said behind her. "Wanna fuck?"
Turning to face him, Dorothy saw the little man.
Standing about even with her waist, well-proportioned to
his size, her eyes slid down his naked body, and again
her body responded, a growing warmth between her legs as
her gaze fixed upon his large, erect cock.
"Well?" the little man grinned.
Dorothy shrugged and reaching down to pull her skirt
up, she tugged the gingham pinafore over her head. Save
for her panties and red shoes, she stood in front of
him, naked.
His cock bobbing up and down a little, the little man
groaned, "Magnificent." Reaching out, his fingertips
brushed Dorothy's mound through her panties. "You're
wet," he commented.
Dropping down to her knees, grasping the little man's
penis, Dorothy bent forward, her fingers trembling a
little as she held his cock, hard and hot in her hand.
Touching her tongue to the tip, tasting him, he was a
bit salty. Rolling her tongue around its head, she drew
his cock into her mouth.
"Oooh, that feels good," the little man said, softly.
Sucking gently on his penis, Dorothy moved her lips up
and down on the shaft. As she worked on him, she felt a
pair of hands on her hips.
"Hey," the little man said to someone behind her, "I
was here first!"
The hands on Dorothy's hips vanished and Dorothy sat
back. Looking at the little man a moment, she took hold
of the waistband of her panties, tugging them down over
her hips, and then lay back, kicking out of them.
Sitting spread-legged on the grass and motioning for
the little man to move in, he did so quickly, kneeling
down between her feet as Dorothy lay back. Taking hold
of his cock with her hands, she guided the tip to her
open and wet pussy. "Oh!" she thought, as the little man
plunged his penis deeply within her. "This feels so much
better than a frozen hot dog!"
His cock bottoming out against Dorothy's cervix, the
Munchkin began to stroke and pulling back out, his cock-
head rubbed against her clit as he plunged back in
again. Matching his strokes, Dorothy began to move with
him, their hips making a wet, slurping noise as they
struck each other.
"NNNNGHHH!" the Munchkin grunted. Pushing deeply
inside her, he came, his cock jerking inside her as his
balls emptied themselves. He lay atop her for a moment,
then rolling over beside Dorothy, slid aside as she
kissed him lightly on top of his bald little head.
"Next?" a voice from above her. All she could see of
the Munchkin standing above her was a massive erection.
Dorothy nodded and moving around her into position,
the new Munchkin man quickly filled her cunt.
As Dorothy and the Munchkin began to rock in unison,
the first Munchkin rolled away in search of new pussy.
Rolling over so the Munchkin was on his back, slightly
bigger than the one before, Dorothy used her legs to
raise and lower herself on Munchkin pole. At the bottom
of each stroke, her clit rubbing against the base of his
shaft, she began to feel the familiar beginnings of her
orgasm. Her pussy tightened, there was a grip just under
her heart, then the contractions began. Gripping the
Munchkin's cock tightly, as he grunted and came, his
spunk spurted into - and back out of - her slippery,
well-filled cunt.
Her body shaking, as Dorothy leaned across the
Munchkin below her, a pair of hands gripped her hips.
Before she could object, something insistently pressed
against her anus... and then, surprised how good it felt
to have two cocks inside her, she felt it open as the
new cock slid into her. Behind her, the new Munchkin
squeezed up to rest his hips against her ass while her
ass-hole relaxed around the intruding member.
Offering his cock to her face, another Munchkin male
approached her and as Dorothy took it into her mouth, he
pressed it deep until she felt her airway threatened and
pulled back. Sensing how far he could go, the Munchkin
began to fuck her face gently as she sucked the little
man's flesh.
Fucking her ass-hole, the Munchkin behind her began to
move, and Dorothy could feel the Munchkin under her
begin to thrust, their cocks rubbing against each other
inside her.
As she fucked the three Munchkins, Dorothy was aware
of movement around her. Pursued by equally horny
Munchkin men, several giggling Munchkin women bounced
past her.
Suddenly drawn back to the cock in her mouth as the
Munchkin stopped moving, it jerked as it filled
Dorothy's mouth with seed. Rolling off to one side for a
moment, he lay still, recovering, until a little
Munchkin woman squatted over his face and Dorothy
watched as the male Munchkin's tongue darted out to
stroke the female Munchkin's clit. She laughed and as
she dashed off, the male jumped up and chased after her.
Swallowing, Dorothy found the semen tasted much as she
had imagined it would and as the two Munchkins continued
to fuck her ass-hole and pussy, she looked around.
Off to her left, the males munching on Munchkin muffs,
six Munchkins had formed a daisy-chain, the females
consuming cock and to the right, a pair of female
Munchkins happily engaged in sixty-nine, while trying to
get his cock into one or another of them, a male
Munchkin danced about.
Behind her, the Munchkin grunted, and as he pumped
semen in her ass, Dorothy felt a warm sensation.
Sliding back, his cock popping out of her ass-hole
with an audible `pop', he dashed off; Dorothy never saw
his face. Rolling over, allowing the Munchkin under her
to get on top, he began to thrust rapidly, and then,
grunting, pumped another load into her cunt.
Scrambling to his feet,he began to chase a giggling
Munchkin woman as, sitting up, Dorothy sighed and looked
around. All around her, Munchkins were fucking, their
cries of ecstasy, giggles and laughs filling the air.
Picking up her dress, Dorothy saw it had been stepped
on once or twice, but was still fairly clean. Brushing
off some grass, she slipped it over her head. Retrieving
her panties, they too had been trampled, and smelled of
her own pussy juices. Making them into a wad, she
reached under her skirt and wiped herself off.
Tossing the dirty panties aside, she whistled for
Toto, who was lying on the ground nearby, and then with
one glance back toward the Munchkin village, Dorothy
turned and stepped out onto the yellow brick road.
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Walking down the road, over hill and around curves,
Dorothy followed the path ahead, Toto following along
behind her. Her pussy felt well-used and since this was
the first time she had actually had a cock inside her,
she felt a bit sore. Added to that, she felt sticky.
Coming to a crossroads, she stopped for a moment to
look around. The yellow bricks continued to the left and
to the right.
"`Follow the yellow brick road'," Dorothy mused. "So
which way do we go, Toto?"
"Some folks prefer that way," a voice said behind her.
Dorothy turned quickly. Nobody there. Over in the
cornfield, one arm extended to the right, a scarecrow
stood silent.
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"DOROTHY DOES OZ"
by: Shelby Bush
Chapter Three : "If I Only Had A..."
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Dorothy turned, puzzled. "Did you hear that?" she
asked Toto.
The little dog looked up at her and panted.
"Then some people prefer that way," the voice said.
Dorothy whirled around. Still nobody.
But the scarecrow was pointing the other way.
As Dorothy watched, the Scarecrow lifted his head and
smiled. "Then of course," he grinned, thrusting his hips
forward in an obscene gesture, "some people prefer it up
the ass."
"Why, you can talk," Dorothy said.
"Of course I can talk. I have a mouth." The Scarecrow
winked. "And I know how to use it, too."
"Oh, really?" Dorothy breathed, coyly.
"Yeah!" The Scarecrow wiggled on his pole. "How about
getting me off this stick so we can get it on?"
No longer shocked at what was going on in this strange
land, Dorothy set down her pack, and stepped over the
low fence into the cornfield. She slipped through the
coarse corn stalks up to the Scarecrow's post and
reached up to bend over the nail holding the Scarecrow
on his post. Losing her balance, she grabbed at the
Scarecrow to keep from falling on her face. Feeling
something hard, she noticed her hand was over the
Scarecrow's groin.
"Ooooh," she whispered. "Is this a corncob in your
pants, or are you happy to see me?"
The Scarecrow grimaced. "It's a corncob, actually."
His voice was pained. "Just get me down from here."
"Down?" Dorothy smiled. "You want to go down?"
"Gladly," the Scarecrow winked. "Just bend the nail,
would you?"
Reaching up again, as Dorothy bent the nail over, the
Scarecrow slid down the pole into a heap on the ground.
Leaning over, looking at him anxiously, Dorothy asked,
"Are you all right?"
The Scarecrow grinned again. "Yes. I'm fine."
"Then why are you just lying there?"
"'Cause I can look up your skirt from here."
Dorothy laughed. "If all you want to do is look..."
"Oh, No!" the Scarecrow said, scrambling to his knees.
"May I?" He reached for Dorothy's skirt.
"Why not?" Dorothy whispered.
Taking Dorothy's skirt between his trembling hands,
the Scarecrow pulled it up to reveal her naked lower
limbs. "So lovely," he breathed.
Separating her legs and holding her skirt up higher,
Dorothy adjusted her stance.
Sliding up her inner thighs, as The Scarecrow's glove-
fingers reached her soft nether lips, concentrating on
the sensations, Dorothy's eyes closed as she lay her
head back.
Leaning forward, the Scarecrow's nose pressed into
Dorothy's pubic hair. Extending his tongue, he brushed
it over the contours of her slit. "You taste good," he
grinned up at her.
Dorothy smiled. "Wait a minute," she breathed. She
pulled her dress up over her head and lay it on the
ground. Sitting on it, she pulled her knees up, her
pussy open and inviting, she lay back.
Crawling up between her feet, The Scarecrow applied
his tongue to where it did Dorothy the most good.
"Mmmmm," Dorothy moaned. "Maybe you do know what you're
doing!"
The Scarecrow sniggered as his tongue continued to
stroke Dorothy's clit. Her back arched as the
contractions took over. Her body shook as she clamped
her legs around the Scarecrow's head. She felt an up-
and-down sensation as the Scarecrow's tongue worked her
clit. The quivering took several minutes as she
climaxed two, then three times.
She finally released her hold on the Scarecrow's head,
and he fell over backwards, landing spread-eagled.
When Dorothy caught her breath, she sat up and crawled
between the Scarecrow's legs. "Now it's your turn," she
said.
Fumbling with the buttons on the Scarecrow's fly, she
reached inside. Pulling out a corncob, she held it in
her hand.
"Is this your..."
The Scarecrow pushed himself up on his elbows and
nodded. "Not much, is it?"
"It's not even attached to you." Dorothy smiled.
"It's so smooth."
"Well, I've polished it a lot."
"I see. Does this feel good?" Dorothy touched the
corncob to her lips.
"Wait..." the Scarecrow said. Reaching up and gently
taking Dorothy's head in his hands, he pulled her
forward until the end of the corncob touched his groin.
"Now I can feel it. It has to be touching me."
Taking as much of it into her mouth as she could,
Dorothy slid her lips down the length of the corncob,.
"Oh gosh," the Scarecrow moaned. "I never imagined it
would feel this good!"
Dorothy slid the corncob back out of her mouth. "It
tastes like a corncob, though," she said softly.
Pointing to Dorothy's crotch, the Scarecrow whispered,
"Er, would you mind...?"
Wiggling up so she was straddling his hips, Dorothy
smiled. Carefully making sure the base of the corncob
stayed in contact with the Scarecrow's groin, raising
her buttocks, she manoeuvred over the corncob and then
lowered herself onto it.
"Ahhhhh!" the Scarecrow exhaled. "Heaven! Absolute
heaven!"
Holding the corncob steady with her hand, using her
legs to raise and lower herself on the thin shaft,
Dorothy's well-lubricated pussy soaked the smoothed
surface of the cob. After a few minutes, she asked,
breathily "Are you going to come?".
"Oh, miss... miss..."
"Dorothy. Call me Dorothy."
"Dorothy... nuhhh...I have to tell you...ummm...I
can't come."
"Oh?"
"No balls. I'm just a straw man, you know."
"No problem," Smiling, Dorothy slid the Scarecrow's
corncob out of her pussy, and tucked it into his pants.
"We'll just pretend you did."
Toto curled up nearby, laying down next to the
Scarecrow and curling her leg around his, Dorothy rested
her head on his chest.
* ** *
After a little nap, Dorothy explained her quest for
the City of Oz to the Scarecrow.
"Do you think the Wizard could help me?" the Scarecrow
asked gravely. "I could use a brain... it's the sexiest
organ in the body, you know."
"I'm sure he could," Dorothy nodded.
"Then let's go!" Dusted himself off, the Scarecrow got
up, and helped Dorothy to her feet.
Dorothy shook out her dress, and pulled it over her
head.
"A shame to cover all that up," the Scarecrow
commented.
"Just for now," Dorothy grinned. "Just for now."
.......................................
Taking the left-hand path, the Scarecrow and Dorothy
turned the corner and Dorothy noticed the bricks in the
road were pink instead of yellow. "I think we made a
wrong turn," she said.
Turning round and retracing their steps back to the
crossroads, they took the right-hand path instead.
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Farther along the road, Dorothy began to feel hungry.
"Is there any place to eat around here? A McDonalds or
something?"
The Scarecrow smiled. "Where do you think you are?"
Dorothy looked around. Beside the road was a grove of
trees, with large, ripe red apples hanging on them.
"Well, apples are better than nothing," she shrugged.
Leaving the path and walking up to the nearest tree,
Dorothy pulled off an apple. The tree moved and
whipping-out a branch snatched the apple out of her hand
as a gruff voice growled, "What the fuck do you think
you're doing, you little slut?"
"See?" the Scarecrow chortled. "You're not in Kansas
anymore, you know."
Standing for a moment, her hand on her chin, Dorothy
said, "I've got an idea. Stand back."
Turning her back on the Apple Tree and raising her
skirt, Dorothy bared her butt at the tree.
Striking her squarely in the crack, a branch whipping
forth to throw an apple at the mooning girl, the Tree
roared in anger.
"Ooof!" puffed Dorothy, somersaulting down a small
slope. The Scarecrow threw himself into her path, but
rolling over him, she come to rest against a metal pole.
Scarecrow scrambled to her side. "Are you all right,
Dorothy?"
"I think so. I didn't figure on it being that good a
throw."
Wrapping her hands around the pole, she pulled herself
up, then gripping a bit higher, Dorothy realised it was
not a pole. It was a leg.
"Oh my gosh," Dorothy gasped. "It's a metal man."
"Tin, I'd say," the Scarecrow pondered. "And pretty
rusty."
A sound emanated from the metal form.
"Did he say something?" Scarecrow asked.
"He said, `Oil can!'" Dorothy exclaimed.
"Oil can what?"
Spying an oil can on a nearby stump and dashing over,
Dorothy grabbed the can and began to pump oil into the
Tin Man's joints.
Clumping away as he gained mobility, the Tin Man went
behind a large tree and after the creak of rusty metal,
Dorothy heard the sound of rushing water. "A-h-h-h-h-h!"
Closing a small door in his groin, the Tin Man grinned
as he came back to them. "I've been having to hold that
in for ever so long."
Looking at the little yellow river flowing from behind
the tree, the Scarecrow asked, "How did you hold so
much?"
"Painfully!" said the Tin Man.
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Chapter Four" "The Marvellous Toy"
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The Tin Man smiled sadly. "Just beat on my chest,
here."
Dorothy banged on the metal. "So?"
"It's empty. The tinsmith didn't give me a heart."
"So what does that mean?" Dorothy asked.
"It means that I have sex for pleasure, not for love."
"That's typical," Dorothy sighed, shrugging. "But
then, I do, too."
"Then you've come to the right place," the Tin Man
grinned. "Take a look at this!" Opening the small
door in his groin, out slid a shiny tube, studded with
rivets.
Dorothy stared. "How come that's not rusty?"
"Stainless steel," the Tin Man grinned. "I knew what
parts were most important to keep in operation!" He
stepped toward Dorothy. "Touch it."
Reaching out a tentative hand, Dorothy grasped the
appendage. Instantly, the angle shifting, it became more
upright and began to warm in her fingers, throbbing...
vibrating... then it began to rotate in a slow spin.
"Oooooh!" she whimpered excitedly. "You've got all the
extras!"
"You wanna try it out?" the Tin Man asked.
"Do I ever!" Dorothy glanced around. "But here? On the
hard ground?"
Stepped up behind her, Scarecrow tapped her on the
shoulder. "Have you forgotten me?"
Dorothy spun around. "Would you mind terribly?"
"Not at all!" The Scarecrow threw himself to the
ground, and spread himself flat. "I'm ready!" he cried.
Revealing her naked cunt, as she lay down on the
Scarecrow's body and hiked up her skirt, Dorothy nodded.
"You don't wear panties?" the Tin Man pondered.
"Not since Munchkinland," Dorothy smiled, blushing
slightly. "They were getting pretty grotty."
Shrugging, the Tin man knelt down between Dorothy's
thighs. Supporting his upper body with his arms as he
leant forwards, he manoeuvred his shiny metal prick
toward her cunt.
Touching the entrance to her pussy, his prick began to
buzz softly. "Oh my gosh," Dorothy gasped. "Put it in!
It's already making me crazy!"
With a single motion, the Tin Man thrust his cock into
her and Dorothy's pussy completely engulfed it. "Don't
you dare move," Dorothy hissed. "It feels soooooo good!"
The buzzing of the metal cock was somewhat muffled as
it rotated inside Dorothy's cunt. The metal rivets at
its base rubbed against her clit as she felt the
Scarecrow's glove-hands reaching up, caressing her
breasts through the thin fabric of her pinafore.
Then something else...
"Scarecrow! What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," the Scarecrow whispered
into her ear.
"Then what's that poking at my ass?"
"Must be a straw..."
"Umph!" Dorothy moaned as her asshole was penetrated.
"Unnngh! That's no damned straw!"
"Or it could be my corncob," the Scarecrow grinned.
"Sometimes I get confused."
"Confused, my ass!" Dorothy snapped.
"Your ass, indeed," the Scarecrow moaned. "And it
feels quite nice."
Both holes completely filled, Dorothy relaxed and let
her body take over, the constant buzzing vibration and
rotating studs on the Tin Man's cock beginning to take
effect. She found herself teetering on the edge of
orgasm. As her abdomen contracted rhythmically, she
sighed, "Oh, yes!"
She rocked her hips in time with her contractions,
sliding the Tin Man's cock deep inside her as the
Scarecrow's dick slid out of her ass. Then Dorothy
reversed the process, driving the Scarecrow's corncob
deep into her rectum while the Tin Man's cockhead
tickled her clit, until with one last moan, she
collapsed back, her head bouncing against the
Scarecrow's straw head.
"Do you guys come, or what?" she asked weakly.
"Do I come?" The Tin Man smiled down at her. "Do I
come? Ready?" Pushing himself upright, he pulled his
metal cock out of Dorothy's pussy.
"No..." Dorothy protested, lifting her head to look up
at the Tin Man.
Just as a glob of whitish goo jetted from the end of
it to splash on Dorothy's face, grinning, the Tin Man
pointed his mighty weapon at her. "Oh, yuck!" Dorothy
frowned, wiping at the glob.
"Don't eat it," the Tin Man laughed. "It's silicone
grease. Just rub it on here." He pointed at his cock.
Impaling her ass again on the Scarecrow's corncob
cock, sitting up, Dorothy wiped the grease from her hand
onto the Tin Man's metal cock, and rubbing the grease
into his metal appendage, the Tin Man crawled backwards.
Dorothy turned to look at the Scarecrow's blissful
face. "What about you? Do you want to come?"
"More than ever," the Scarecrow nodded. "Maybe I'll
reconsider my request from the Wizard. I think I want a
real cock and balls instead!"
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Chapter Five: "Bestiality?"
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Growing close to the yellow bricks of the pathway,
there were strange noises coming from the forest. Some
Dorothy recognised as bird calls, others were mysterious
but seeming to parallel their path, the most ominous was
a heavy movement.
"Are there wild animals in these woods?" Dorothy
asked, nervously.
"Some," the Tin Man said, cheerfully. "Mostly Lions
and Tigers and Bears."
"Oh, my!" The Scarecrow gasped.
"Now don't start that," Dorothy moaned and pulled her
two companions closer to her as side-by-side, they
walked down the path.
Trotting along at Dorothy's heels, excitedly barking
at something in the forest, Toto suddenly ran in front
of them.
"Rooooar!" Ahead of them, a Lion burst out of the
forest. "Growwwwl!" he snarled.
"Roar? Growl?" Dorothy stood akimbo. "Is that the best
you can do?"
"I didn't scare you?" the Lion asked.
Dorothy shook her head.
"I didn't think so." The Lion shook his head sadly.
"I've never been able to get that part down right."
"That's all right," Dorothy said, comfortingly.
"Besides, I was expecting you. I've seen the movie
before."
The Lion sat down on a rock beside the yellow brick
road. Nearby, the Scarecrow and the Tin Man stood as
Dorothy sat on the ground on the opposite side of the
road. "So, what's your problem?" she asked.
"I dunno," the Lion groaned. "I'm just not as fierce
as I should be. All the other Lions come around,
bragging about how many folks they had frightened; how
they hunted squirrels and rabbits... and all I can talk
about is how my garden is growing."
"A vegetarian lion?" the Scarecrow marvelled.
The Lion nodded, slowly.
"Why, you're nothing but a big chicken!" the Tin Man
exclaimed.
Toto perked his ears up.
Dorothy hugged her knees to her chest.
Now revealed by her position, the Lion's gaze shifted
down to Dorothy's pussy. "Besides that, the lady
lions..."
"I'll bet he doesn't get any." Shifting over to one
side to admire the view, the Tin Man grinned.
"Nope," the Lion moaned. "Now here you come, and..."
he licked his lips. "Young lady, do you have to sit like
that? Are you just teasing me?"
Glancing down, Dorothy realised she was exposed.
Tugging her skirt over her knees, she pulled it down to
cover her groin. "Not intentionally."
"Why did you spoil the beaver shot?" the Tin Man
complained.
The Lion moaned. "It's just that... that..."
"He's a horny lion," the Scarecrow grinned.
The Lion sorrowfully nodded.
"Why didn't you say so?" Dorothy asked. "We could
arrange something..."
"Really?" the Lion's head raised. "Would you?"
"Why not?" Standing up and pulling her gingham dress
up and over her head, Dorothy twirled naked in front of
the Lion. "Like what you see?"
"Well, you're not a lion, but you'll do," the Lion
beamed.
Spreading her dress on the bank next to the road and
laying on it, knees bent and spread wide, opening
herself up, Dorothy motioned to the Lion.
"Ummm," the Lion hesitated, one claw in his mouth.
"Would you mind turning over?"
Her brow furrowing for a moment, a smile crossed
Dorothy's face. "Of course," she grinned, "you want it
doggie style."
"Lion style," the Lion corrected.
Dorothy nodded and rolling over to raise herself on
her hands and knees, pressing backward, her curved ass
rose in the air.
Moving up behind her, the Lion stuck his nose into the
cleft between her ass-cheeks. His long tongue snaking
out, it curled over the young girl's pussy lips.
Feeling herself relaxing, Dorothy's pussy responded to
the warm strokes of the Lion's tongue.
Climbing over Dorothy and hooking his fore-legs round
her upper body, the Lion pushed his hips against hers.
Dorothy waited for penetration.
Bouncing against Dorothy's ass, the Lion's breath was
hot on the back of her neck.
Dorothy waited for penetration.
Rotating his hips against the smooth, white skin of
Dorothy's backside, rubbing himself against her, the
Lion shifted forward.
Dorothy waited for penetration.
Huffing and puffing, his paws gently stroking and
squeezing Dorothy's tits, the Lion's pelvis slid against
her.
Dorothy waited for penetration.
The Lion rolled over with a whine. "Dammit, dammit,
dammit!" he sobbed.
Dropping down to one hip, and turning to look at him,
Dorothy asked, "What's wrong?"
"I just can't get it up!" the Lion cried. "Could you
roar, or meow... or something?"
Dorothy put one hand on his flank. "It's all right,"
she cooed. "It happens to everyone sometime or another."
The Lion whimpered.
"Maybe we know what the Wizard can give you," the Tin
Man grinned.
"Maybe we can try again later." Dorothy smiled.
"Sure," the Scarecrow chimed in. "Maybe he likes to
watch..."
"Watch what?"
"Watch this," the Tin Man said. He popped open his
groin door, and extended his tool.
The Tin Man slid onto her as Dorothy rolled over, and
as his metallic cock slid deep into her cunt, it began
to vibrate and rotate. Dorothy began to moan softly.
Watched interestedly by the Lion, pushing his manhood
deeply into Dorothy's pussy and then withdrawing just as
slowly, the Tin Man moved rolled the tip against her
clit.
"It's toys like that make a guy feel inadequate," the
Lion whined.
Dorothy moaned. "But it feels so gooood," she
breathed. Beginning to writhe under the Tin Man, the
Lion and Scarecrow watched as, meeting each pelvic
thrust with one of her own, she worked her hips with the
Tin Man's movements. "Ohhhh," she gasped, "I'm coming,
I'm coming!"
"So am I," grunted the Tin Man. "Just one more...
Unnngh!" Practically lifting Dorothy off the ground as
he ejaculated silicon grease into her, he thrust deeply
into Dorothy's cunt.
Body quivering with the force of her own orgasm,
Dorothy felt her cunt fill with grease.
"Just let me keep it inside you a little bit," the Tin
Man whispered. "The better to grease the joint."
Dorothy smiled through half-closed eyes. "As long as
you keep it buzzing on `low'," she whispered back.
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In her chambers, the Wicked Witch of the West paced
nervously.
On its pedestal, the crystal ball on its pedestal
revealed the whereabouts and activities of Dorothy and
her companions, but the Witch wasn't paying much
attention to the scene of the Tin Man and Dorothy. She
was muttering to herself.
"She's getting closer," she griped. "Closer and
closer."
"Looks to me like she's already come," the King of the
Flying Monkeys chattered.
"Shut up! I've got to think of something to slow her
down. She can't go to the Wizard... Not yet!"
..................................................
Rolling off of her, the Tin Man yawned and stretched,
as Dorothy sat up and looked down at herself. Whitish
fluid dribbled from her cunt. "This stuff won't hurt
me, will it?" she asked.
The Tin Man shook his head. "Nah, its supposed to be
hypo-allergenic."
Holding his corncob, the Scarecrow stood up. When
Dorothy looked at him, he shrugged. "Just polishing it
up a little."
"If you keep doing that, you'll go blind," she grinned
up at him.
"Can I just do it till I need glasses?"
Re-donning her gingham dress, Dorothy and the others
picked up their things and continued down the road
toward the Emerald City of Oz.
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Chapter Six: "Hemp Hump"
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Before them, the yellow brick road lead around a bend,
and to the crest of a small hill. Breasting the top,
Dorothy and her companions looked ahead to see the
Emerald City of Oz on the horizon.
"It's so beautiful! And CLOSE!" Dorothy exclaimed.
Resuming their journey with renewed vigour, the
companions practically skipped down the yellow brick
pathway.
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The Wicked Witch of the West gazed into her crystal
ball. "Ah, yes,... yes!" she cried. "Perfect! This will
slow her down!" Waving her hands over the crystal, she
chanted in a low, guttral tone.
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"Look!" shouted Dorothy, pointing off to the left of
the pathway. "Aren't the flowers lovely?" Leaving the
path, she wandered through the red flowers. "What kind
of flowers are these, anyway?"
"I believe they're poppies," the Scarecrow said,
wrinkling his forehead.
"Poppies...? I haven't seen any so big before." As
Dorothy picked one of the blossoms, a thick, white sap
bubbled up on the broken stem. The others gathered
around her as she sniffed the poppy. "Not much scent,"
she commented.
"That's not what makes these valuable," the Lion
smirked.
"What do you mean?" Dorothy asked.
"These are opium poppies," the Lion said.
"Leave it to the vegetarian Lion," the Tin Man
grinned.
"Opium..." Dorothy mused. "How do you..."
"Forget it," the Lion snapped. "It takes too long. You
want to get to the Emerald City, right?"
"Right," Nodding, Dorothy looked around her. Growing
off away from the path was a patch of tall, green
plants. "Now those I recognise," she said, smiling.
Wading towards the greenery, the others followed behind
her.
"Yes indeed," smiled Dorothy as she neared the plants.
"So what's this?" the Tin Man asked.
"Hemp." Grinning and grabbing one of the tall plants,
Dorothy bent it toward her. "Ganja. Weed. Mary Jane."
"All those names?"
"Marijuana," the Lion said, helpfully.
Plucking a few choice buds from the top of the plant,
Dorothy rolled them between her fingers. "Good shit,"
she grinned broadly.
"Yeah, man," a voice echoed from amongst the plants.
"Really good shit."
Pushing a couple of hemp plants aside, the Tin Man
revealed a tall, thin man, dressed in a green soldier's
outfit and wearing a long, green beard. He was also
wearing dark-lensed granny glasses, and holding a green
glass bong. A thin stream of smoke plumed from the pipe.
"Hi, dudes," the Soldier grinned, weaving a little as
he emerged from the plants. "And dudette," he added,
looking Dorothy up and down. "Want a hit?"
The Soldier handed Dorothy his bong. She puffed the
chamber full of acrid smoke, then inhaled it. Holding
her breath, she passed the bong to the Lion. "'ere" she
croaked, holding as much breath as she could.
Filling his lungs with smoke, the Lion expertly puffed
at the pipe and handed it off to the Tin Man, who
shrugged and offered it to the Scarecrow.
"No way," the Scarecrow said, backing away. "That's
fire."
The Tin Man handed the bong back to the Soldier.
"You don't want any?" the Soldier asked.
The Tin Man shook his head. "Doesn't work for me," he
said, sadly. "Used to use it, before..."
The Soldier blinked at him, then said, "Oh, yeah,
man... You're made outta metal. Bummer, man." He took
another hit from the bong, and passed it back to
Dorothy, who began to fill the chamber with smoke again.
Finally exhaling his smoke, the Soldier asked, "Where
are you dudes headed?"
Taking the pipe from Dorothy, the Lion said, "We're
heading to Oz to meet the great Wizard."
"Oh, the Wiz," the Soldier said. "Know him well."
"Really? Is he as great a Wizard as we've been told?"
"Absolutely," the Soldier said. "I'll introduce you...
if..."
"If?" Dorothy frowned. "What do you mean `if'?"
The Soldier smiled strangely. "Gimme a little piece?"
Puzzled for a moment, Dorothy looked at him, then as
it dawned on her cannabis-dimmed mind, she said, "A
piece of ass?"
The Soldier nodded. "Ass for grass. That's fair, isn't
it?"
Despite the green beard, at least the guy was fairly
human, Dorothy thought, and smiled. Quickly removing
her dress, except for her red shoes, she stood naked
before the soldier,
"Oh, wow," the Soldier grinned. "Wow."
Reaching down to cup his groin, Dorothy stepped up to
the Soldier. "Mmmm," she said, "feels like you've got
the right equipment."
Undressing quickly, his beard covering his chest down
to his navel, it was the Soldier's over-large cock that
had Dorothy's attention. Standing straight up, it
throbbed with every beat of the man's heart. Kneeling
down in front of him, as she kissed his cock-head, it
responded by issuing a large, sticky drop of pre-come
and as she licked it away, another appeared.
Laying back and pulling the Soldier by his cock over
her. Dorothy guided his cock-head to the entrance to her
pussy, Reached back to grab his ass, she pull him into
her.
Letting Dorothy guide his motion to begin with, as his
large dick bottomed out, the Soldier held it inside her
as he nuzzled her small, sensitive nipples with his
lips.
"Come on, big guy," Dorothy whispered. "Fuck me. Fuck
me hard."
"Yeah," the Lion said, his paw on his organ. "Fuck
her. Make her come."
The Scarecrow had his corncob out, polishing it again.
With a big grin on his face, the Tin Man just stood
watching the Soldier begin stroking. Deep and slow, his
ass-cheeks clenching on each in-stroke, he drove deeper
and deeper into Dorothy's appreciative cunt.
Moving with him, meeting each stroke with one of her
own, Dorothy's breath quickened. Rocking her hips back
and forth, squeezing her pelvic muscles around the cock
inside her, she felt her pussy begin to clench. The
contractions began inside her, and her body shook as her
orgasm overtook her.
Her cunt squeezing his cock so hard that he could not
move, the pressure was too much for the Soldier. "I'm
coming," he gasped.
"Come on," Dorothy gasped back at him, "Come inside
me."
His cock jerked as the Soldier's balls exploded deep
inside her and Dorothy felt a warmth as semen filled her
pussy and dribbled back out, flowing down her slit to
her ass-hole.
Moaning and collapsing on top of Dorothy, the Soldier
rested there a moment while his cock deflated.
Waiting for him to catch his breath, Dorothy pushed
him gently on the shoulder until he rolled over and off
of her.
"Enjoy yourselves, fellas?" she asked her companions.
"Immensely," the Scarecrow grinned.
Retrieving his uniform, the Soldier reached into a
pocket and pulled out a pocket-watch. "Ohmigosh," he
exclaimed. "I'm supposed to be on duty." Quickly
dressing, as he turned to leave, Dorothy grabbed him by
the arm.
"Don't forget your promise," she said.
The soldier nodded and ran off in the direction of the
Emerald City, disappearing over the hill into the poppy
patch.
Dorothy bent another hemp plant toward her and pulled
off a few more buds. "For later," she grinned.
Retrieving her dress and slipping it over her naked
body, and tucked the buds away in her pocket. "To Oz!"
she grinned.
Linking arms, the four companions skipped in the
direction the soldier had disappeared.
+~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~+
"DOROTHY DOES OZ"
by: Shelby Bush
Chapter Seven: "It's Not That Easy Being Green"
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Along with Toto trotting along behind them, the
foursome arrived at the great door to the walled city.
Dorothy stepped up and pressed the doorbell button.
A small window opened in the huge door. A head stuck
out the window.
"Who rang that bell? Oh, it's you! What took you so
long?"
Smiling, Dorothy recognised the Solder with the Green
Beard.
"Wait just a minute," the Soldier said, and closed his
window.
After some grating sounds, sliding sounds, and finally
a loud CLACK, the great door slid slowly open. The
Soldier stepped forward and saluted. "Welcome to the
Emerald City of Oz."
"Remember your promise," Dorothy warned. "You said
you'd take us to meet the Wizard."
"Of course," the Soldier grinned. "But first, there
are a few preliminaries. Here." He handed Dorothy a pair
of green spectacles.
"What's this for?" Dorothy asked.
"It's the law in the Emerald City," the Soldier
explained. "You must all wear these spectacles in the
city." Leaning forward and whispering into Dorothy's
ear, he added, "It makes everything look green -- much
easier than painting everything."
Dorothy slipped on the spectacles, as did the others.
"Even you, little fellow," the Soldier said, putting a
pair of glasses on Toto. "Now." The Soldier straightened
up. "You must all freshen up." He sniffed. "You smell of
the road - and other things."
Dorothy nodded.
Leading them through the door and closing it behind
him, the Soldier took them down a side street. The
first building on the left was a "Clip and Groom" shop;
the Lion and Toto were escorted inside. With lots of
fresh straw outside it, up the street on the right was a
Livery Stable and the Scarecrow was led through that
doorway.
Further down on the left was a tinsmith, where the Tin
Man entered and the last building on the right was
labelled "Venus Spa and Beauty".
As Dorothy stepped inside the door, the Soldier called
after her. "I'll be back shortly to take you to the
Wizard."
"Oh, my." The elderly lady behind the counter looked
Dorothy over from head to foot. "We've got a LOT of
work to do, haven't we? First, bath... and laundry."
She snapped her fingers, and two women appeared, dressed
in crisp green uniforms. "Take this young woman to the
baths," she ordered.
The two wome escorted Dorothy through a little door
into a small, darkened room. They quickly undressed her
and disappeared with Dorothy's clothing and spectacles.
Without warning, water began spraying Dorothy's naked
body from three directions. Sputtering, she momentarily
panicked, but quickly realising the warm spray was
comfortable and meant to be a shower, she turned in the
flow of water, allowing the dirt - and other stuff - to
be removed from her body.
Just as she was beginning to enjoy it, the water
stopped, a second door opened, and the two women
appeared again.
They escorted Dorothy to a large, sunken bathtub.
Dorothy stepped down into the water. It was scented
with roses, and was warm -- you might even say it was
hot. She sat on a little platform and sank into the
tub. She leaned back, luxuriating in the sensation of
the warm water.
The tub was big enough for Dorothy to float and her
body drifted up, along with her toes, the nipples on
her firm breasts broke water, a cool sensation compared
to the warmth of the water.
Floating effortlessly in the water, Dorothy felt the
hand on her leg. Opening her eyes a crack, she saw that
the two women were now naked and in the tub with her.
The dark-haired one pressed a button, and jets of air
and water began to flow through the tub-water. Dorothy
smiled. She had heard of hot-tubs, but had never been in
one.
Using soft cloths, continuing the washing which had
begun in the shower, the two women began to rub
Dorothy's body, and relaxing, she let the women continue
their work. They scrubbed diligently at her feet, and
hands and arms and legs, then belly and back, but much
to Dorothy's dismay, they seemed to stay away from her
private parts.
When the red-head used her cloth on Dorothy's inner
thigh, Dorothy decided to make a move. Moaning softly,
she opened her legs wider. The red-head's movements
slowed noticeably and reached over to use her cloth to
stroke Dorothy's slit.
Dorothy moaned again. The red-head glanced at
Dorothy's face, then dropping her cloth, used her
fingers to caress Dorothy's lower lips.
Receiving no objection from Dorothy, the red-head
gained boldness. Reaching in with her other hand,
separating Dorothy's outer lips to reveal the pink
within, she caressed Dorothy's clit, rolling it with the
tips of her fingers.
The dark-haired girl watched a moment, then bent
forward to place her lips around Dorothy's nipple and
sucked gently. Dorothy felt her nipple stiffen.
Pressing on Dorothy's clit with her thumb, the red-
head slipped a finger inside Dorothy's pussy. As
Dorothy gasped, considering it an invitation, the red-
head slipped in another finger. Pressing them upward
to find a sensitive place inside Dorothy's wet cunt.
The dark-haired girl switched nipples. Dorothy
reached up and grasped the dark-haired girl's breasts,
now within easy reach from her floating postion. As
Dorothy tweaked her nipple, the girl's groaning added to
the stimulation her tongue was giving Dorothy's tit.
Sliding around Dorothy's leg, still gripping Dorothy's
pussy, the red-head pushed Dorothy gently to the padded
edge of the tub. As Dorothy's head rode up over the
edge, dipping down into the water, the red-head's face
was level with Dorothy's groin. Removing her thumb from
Dorothy's clit, she replaced it with her tongue. As the
girl swirled her tongue around and over her sensitive
clit, Dorothy gasped.
As the dark-haired girl stood up, Dorothy's hand fell
away from the girl's breast. As the girl stepped up and
out of the tub, Dorothy opened her eyes fully and
watched as she stood over Dorothy's head.
Following up the legs of the dark-haired girl, Dorothy
gazed upwards, her view unobscured of a naked, shaved
pussy slit.
The girl squatted down, lowering her pussy down to
Dorothy's face, hovering an inch away from Dorothy's
mouth. Dorothy raised her head and extended her tongue,
touching it to the point of the girl's slit.
The girl pressed her cunt against Dorothy's mouth and
tongue. Feeling the girl's body open to her, Dorothy's
tongue slid down the slit, tasting the warm and musky
flavour of the girl's cunt.
Finding the girl's clit, it erected under her tongue.
Flicking the tip of her tongue over the little bud,
Dorothy sucked gently at it whilst at her feet, the red-
head was doing exactly the same thing to Dorothy.
To Dorothy, it felt almost like she was doing it to
herself. She felt herself tighten, the familiar
feelingunder her breastbone, a warming in her groin.
The red-head pressed her fingers deeper into
Dorothy's cunt. It was all she needed, her body
convulsed as the orgasm washed over her.
The dark-haired girl pulled up from her squatting
position as Dorothy's body shook. It was as powerful an
orgasm as she had ever felt. Even the Tin Man's magical
toy hadn't given her quite this pleasure.
As the contractions slowed, Dorothy opened her eyes
again. The two women had vanished. She was alone in the
swirling waters of the hot-tub.
Dorothy looked around her. To one side was a large,
fluffy towel. On the other side was a stack of
clothing. Dorothy rose from the tub and towelled down.
Dry again, she picked up the stack of clothing. On top
were the green spectacles. Her gingham pinafore had
been cleaned and pressed. Under the dress was a new
green brassiere and a pair of green panties. At the
bottom of the stack were the ruby slippers.
She left the brassiere behind, but put on the panties
and dress and slipped on the shoes. As Dorothy finished
dressing, a door opened, and she followed the light.
"Now, my dear," the elder woman smiled. "Let's try to
do something about that hair."
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Emerging from the doorway of the Spa sometime later,
feeling clean and refreshed, Dorothy looked down the
street and saw her companions also emerging into the
sunlight.
The Scarecrow's clothing had been washed and restuffed
with fresh straw. Stepping up beside Dorothy, he
whispered, "I feel like a new man," he whispered.
"Everything's all fresh and clean. Everything except
my corncob, that is."
Dorothy smiled.
His metal body polished and buffed, the Tin Man
stopped in front of Dorothy and did a little turn.
"Neat, eh?" he grinned. He leaned forward to whisper,
"And just wait till you see what else got an
improvement!"
Dorothy laughed.
The lion bounced out of the "Clip and Groom", his mane
positively shiny, and looking sleek and handsome. "I
feel terrific," he boasted.
Bouncing out of the "Clip and Groom", his mane
positively shiny, looking sleek and handsome the Lion
had been curry-combed. "I feel terrific," he boasted.
Trotting along behind the Lion, Toto had also been
groomed, and looked better than Dorothy had ever seen
him.
"Ahem," a voice came from behind them.
Dorothy turned. The Soldier with the Green Beard stood
at attention.
"The Wizard will see you now," he said, stiffly.
Turning and marching off, the companions followed
closely behind him.
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The corridor was long, tall, and impressive. Their
footsteps echoed. Awed by the magnificence of the
structure, they made their way quietly down the hall.
At the end of the hall was a tall stairway. Dorothy led
the way up. At the top of the stairs, lighted by two
flames that shot out of the floor to the ceiling fifty
feet above, the room opened into a huge, cavernous area.
Hovering over a gilded throne was the huge image of a
human head.
"Very impressive," Dorothy muttered.
"I am Oz," the Head spoke. "The Great and Powerful."
"I am Dorothy, the Small but Sensuous."
The Lion snickered.
"Silence! I know who you are. I know what you want,"
The voice thundered. "You, Straw Man, step forward."
The Scarecrow stepped forward.
"You want a brain," the Head bellowed.
"Yes sir," the Scarecrow whimpered. "Yes, your
Majesty."
"You, Tin Man," the Head spoke. "You want a heart."
The Tin Man shivered, his joints clattering. "Yes,
sir."
"And you, Lion, you want courage."
"Well, since you're asking, I want potency," the Lion
whined.
"SILENCE!" The Head glowered.
"And Dorothy," the Scarecrow squared his shoulders.
"She wants to go home to Kansas."
"I SAID SILENCE!" the Head screamed.
The foursome cowered.
"I have every intention of granting your every wish,"
the huge head thundered. "But first, you must bring me
the dildo of the Wicked Witch of the West."
"But to do that, we may have to fuck her."
"You pays your money, you takes your chances," the
Head said. "Now GO!"
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Chapter Eight: "I don't give a flying fuck!"
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The foursome walked slowly down the green-bricked
road. Here the road was not well maintained. In several
places, bricks were broken, and some were missing. Weeds
sprouted in the holes, and in some areas, completely
covered the pathway.
The woods on each side of the road were dense, dark
and frightening. Dorothy and her companions kept tightly
together.
Around a bend in the road, they came across a sign.
"Haunted Forest", the Lion read aloud. "`I'd Turn Back
If I Were You!'"
With a cry, prepared to run, the Lion turned, but the
others stopped him.
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In her bedroom at the Castle, caressing the huge
crystal ball, the Wicked Witch of the West reached out
from under the covers.
The scene of Dorothy and the others faded away. "She's
no fun at all to watch," the Witch grumbled. "Let's try
another channel..."
Mists inside the crystal formed another scene.
Glitter and sequins covered almost every hard surface in
the room of pink and white. Completely naked and
covered only by a strapping young, naked man, a woman
was lying on the bed. The man's hips flexed, driving
his sizable cock deep into the woman's eager-looking
cunt.
"Glinda's always good for a peep-show," the Wicked
Witch sniggered, picking up her vibrating dildo. Lying
back in the bed, she switched on the dildo and held its
head against her massive, green-tinged clit. Shivers of
pleasure rushed through her body. Keeping her eyes on
the scene of her cousin Glinda and her soldier, she
plunged the dildo inside her. She matched the soldier's
thrusts with thrusts of her own.
In the crystal, Glinda was nearing orgasm. Even
though she had not conjured sound into the crystal, the
Witch could imagine the shreaks of delight Glinda would
be making right now. Glinda was a screamer, and that in
itself was why she had not bothered with sound.
The soldier in the crystal stopped thrusting. Glinda
moved quickly to place her lips over his cock-head as
the man spurted. Glinda pushed him over onto his back.
Catching his emissions in her mouth, Glinda swallowed
with a smile. Instantly there was a shimmer, a sparkle
The Wicked Witch grimly watched as Glinda visibly
youthened. "Damn her!" The Wicked Witch grimaced. "There
she goes again!" Quickening the pace of her thrusts
with the dildo as the crystal clouded, she could feel
herself on the edge of orgasm. Just a
few...more...seconds...
The crystal ball screamed for attention.
Ignoring it, thrusting the dildo deep into her cunt,
twisting its base against her clit, the vibration turned
up to `high', the Wicked Witch twisted and turned in
frustration.
The crystal showed a scene of Dorothy and her
companions on the near edge of the Haunted Forest.
Within a few minutes, they would arrive at the castle.
"Damn! Damn! DAMN!," the Witch huffed. "So close...
So close, and yet..."
Tossing the dildo aside and jumping out of bed, she
threw on her long, black bathrobe and grabbed her
pointed hat. Stomping out of her room and down the
hallway, she threw open a door. Inside the room were two
winged monkeys, the King of the Monkeys and his latest
concubine. Evidently, they had evidently just finished
a bout of sex; the King was smoking a cigarette, and the
Queen was catching a quick nap.
"Put that out," the Witch hissed. "You know nobody is
allowed to smoke in this castle!"
"Nobody but you," the Monkey leered. "Trouble is, you
haven't smoked in years."
"Look here, you insolent beast," the Witch shouted.
"I've got a job for you if you haven't exhausted
yourself."
"Me? Exhausted?" Grinning, the monkey pulled aside the
sheet. He had an evident erection. "Look who's sleeping,
Bitch."
"That's Witch, not Bitch," the Witch growled.
"If you say so." The monkey laughed. "What's the job?"
Dorothy and her companions stepped out of the shadows
of the forest and gazed upward at the castle perched
atop a huge pile of boulders.
"The Wicked Witch of the West lives up there?"
The Scarecrow nodded. "But how do we get in? She's got
guards and everything."
Suddenly, a dark cloud flowed out of one of the
castle's towers.
"Whazzat?" the Lion whined. "Whazzat?"
Descending toward them, as the cloud came closer,
Dorothy could make out it was made up of individual
creatures.
"Oh my gosh," the Tin Man shouted. "Flying Monkeys!
Run, Dorothy, Run!"
Toto at her heels, Dorothy turned and bolted.
The Tin Man swung his axe, coming close to but not
hitting the approaching monkeys. As he swung again, one
of the monkeys grapped the axe and snatched it away.
Another pair grabbed the Tin Man and carried him up into
the air.
As the Scarecrow ineffectually flapped his arms at the
flying creatures, two grabbed his arms, another two
grabbed his feet, and pulling him apart, scattered his
straw stuffing on the ground.
Totally in a panic, the Lion dashed toward the forest.
Two monkeys chased after Dorothy and caught her.
Grabbing her by the arms, they lifted her into the air.
The King of the Monkeys flew up beside Dorothy as she
hung in midair between two of his underlings. Deftly
unbuttoning her pinafore, revealing her small but
shapely breasts, he roughly fondled her nipples, and in
spite of her predicament, she could feel them
responding, growing taut and standing tall.
"Very responsive," muttered the King. "Just the way I
like 'em." He reached down and pulled up her skirt with
a smile. He grabbed her green panties and tugged them
down. They fluttered to the ground some twenty feet
below.
The King reached out and as he slid his fingertips
through her sparse pubic hair. Dorothy began to kick.
"Get your fucking hands off me!"
"Interesting word usage, little lady," the King
grinned at her. "In fact, fucking is just what I had in
mind. But you really shouldn't kick like that. If the
two monkeys holding you simply let go..." Not finishing
the statement, he looked down to the rocks below.
Dorothy looked down, then into the Monkey King's face.
Hovering in front of her, he bobbed a little as his
wings beat the air, and glancing down his body, Dorothy
saw his penis, emerging from his furry pelvis, erect
and demanding attention.
"Oh well," Dorothy breathed to herself. "After the
Munchkins, and the Tin Man, and the Scarecrow and the
Lion... what's one more?" Looking at the Monkey King,
she said out loud, "All right. But I don't give a
flying fuck. Just put me down on the ground - in a soft
place, please - and I'll fuck your nuts off."
Considering the offer, the Monkey King cocked his
head. Finally, he nodded, and chattered in his own
language to his minions holding her. Swooping down,
skimming over the rocky area to a large pile of dried
leaves, keeping hold of Dorothy's arms, they set her
down.
The Monkey King dropped down beside her. "Remember
your promise," he said.
Dorothy nodded. "But let go of my arms so I can take
off my dress."
The King nodded and the other two monkeys let go of
her. Reaching down, grabbing her skirt, Dorothy pulled
her dress over her head. Naked but for her ruby
slippers, she stood in the leaves. "Do you mind if I
keep my shoes on?" she asked.
The Monkey King shook his head. "Not at all. I can see
all the good stuff."
Dorothy dropped to the ground, lay on her back, and
lifted and spread her knees, opening her cunt for full
view.
Kneeling down between Dorothy's thighs, the Monkey
King reached out a fingertip and traced the contours of
her pussy lips as his wings folded close to his body.
"Are you going to just look, or are you going to
fuck?" Dorothy asked.
"Oh, I'm going to fuck," the Monkey King said. "Its
just that the only cunt I get to look at is Monkey cunt
- or the Wicked Witch."
Moving forward, the Monkey King lay his body over
hers, his little cock sliding into her pussy. Thrusting
rapidly, grunting as he pushed as deeply as he could
inside her, he came.
Dorothy blinked into the Monkey King's grimacing face.
"Is that all there is?"
"Hardly," the King grunted. "Just wait a minute."
Within a few seconds, the King began thrusting again.
Again, rapid thrusts, another grunt and ejaculation.
"Hold on," the King grunted, and a few seconds later,
he began again.
"Wait," Dorothy said, wrapping her legs around his
hips. Rolling over so she was on top of him, pushing her
hands against his shoulders, she settled her hips on top
of his, holding him inside her.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
"Just wait," she hissed back.
Beginning to rock her hips, Dorothy contracted her
pussy muscles as she worked his cock around inside her.
"Whoop! Unghh!" the King grunted.
Feeling his cock jerk with ejaculation again, but
still remaining hard, Dorothy kept working back and
forth, squeezing the short length of him.
"Unnnng!" he grunted again.
Dorothy kept humping.
"Ooooooh!" he cried. "Stop! Stop!"
"Stop?" Dorothy cooed. "Stop what?" She kept rocking.
"Unnnnnnn!" the King grasped at her arms. "No... I
can't..."
Feeling his totally drained cock slide out of her,
Dorothy stood up and glanced at the other two monkeys,
who had watched the whole thing. Looking for attention,
their cocks were poking through their fur.
Noticing their erections, the King pushed himself up
to his elbows. "No way," he commanded. "You two go away.
NOW."
The two minion monkeys took flight.
"Sit down," the Monkey King motioned to the leaves
beside him.
Dorothy sat.
"I am bound by magic to the Wicked Witch. As long as
she holds the Magic Cap, I must follow her commands,
Since it is what she commands me to do, I've got to take
you to her."
Dorothy nodded. "I understand."
"But as long as you promise to steal for me the Magic
Cap, that doesn't keep me from telling you her secrets."
Nodding, Dorothy smiled. "I'll help you. Just tell me
what I have to do."
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