Chapter 11

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.