Chapter 10
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.