Chapter 2

"Hee hee hee!"

Sally jumped at the silly sound of the high-pitched giggle.

"Who is there?" she called.

"Hee hee hee hee hee!"

"Come on, Popo," Sally said bravely. "Let's find somebody who can tell us where we are, and how to get back home."

The girl and the little dog left the house and walked through the flowers and down to the street. A little green man with a high, pointed hat, a forked beard, a blue coat and red boots marched up to Sally from behind a lollipop bush. Sally stared in amazement as he swept his coat open and flashed a stiff cock at her.

"Ooh! What's that? What are you doing?" Sally cried.

"Greetings, oh, mighty witch! You are in Muchfuck Land and I am the Muchfuck mayor!"

"Oh, I see." Sally said. "In fact, I see something I never saw before. But why did you call me a witch?"

"Because you are a witch. But I don't know if you are good or bad."

"Well," Sally said slowly, "I'm as good as I can be, but sometimes I do things that are a little bit naughty."

"Oh, that kind of witch," the mayor said, flashing at Sally again.

"But I'm not a witch, not at all."

Now more Muchfucks began to pop out into the open. Each one as he or she appeared flashed at the girl. Sally's jaw dropped at the sight of so many green-furred pussies and hard, stiff dicks.

"I don't think that is nice at all," she protested.

Then she heard a sound like a giant soap bubble bursting, a sort of sticky, wet plop, similar to a used rubber hitting the floor.

"Clinker! Clinker is here!" the Muchfucks shrilled.

Popo ran barking toward a beautiful, naked blonde woman who stood in a wet spot on the road. Popo leaped and sniffed at Clinker's golden haired honey bowl.

"Oh! Who are you?" Sally asked.

"I am Clinker, the good witch of the North," the lush beauty replied with a smile.

"A witch!" Sally cried. "Are you good or bad?"

"Hee hee hee!" the Muchfucks giggled.

"Oh, I'm a very good witch," Clinker said. "But the Muchfucks sent for me to learn if you are good or bad."

Suddenly the Muchfuck mayor turned dark green in rage. "Stop him! Get that dog!" he shouted.

A Muchfuck in uniform and wearing a sword ran and caught Popo. He tucked the squirming Popo under his arm and brought him to the mayor.

"What's wrong?" Sally asked. "What did Popo do?"

"He was pissing on the caramel flowers!" the mayor replied.

"Well, how about it, honey?" Clinker asked.

"How about what?" Sally replied.

"Ooh, how about lots of things, you luscious little sugar-bun. But for right now, I want to know if you're a good witch or a bad witch."

"I'm not a witch!" Sally cried.

"But you have to be. You killed the wicked witch of the East."

"I didn't!" Sally screamed. "I never killed anybody-never!"

"Well, she's dead, and your house is sitting right on top of her," Clinker answered.

"And it rammed her broomstick right up her cunt!" the mayor laughed. "Killed her dead as a used-up hard-on!"

"Where did you come from?" Clinker asked. "There are no witches as powerful as you in the land of Cooze."

"I'm from Kansas," Sally said. "And we don't have any witches at all there."

"I think you must be a good witch," Clinker said. "Cooze knows, you look good to me!"

"I'm just a little girl named Sally Hales," Sally whimpered. "And I think I want to go home now!"

"Some little girl! "Clinker cooed. "Well, Sally Hales, I don't know anything about Kansas, but they sure must grow 'em good there."

Clinker turned to the Muchfucks and raised her arms. This made her big, firm breasts stand up and quiver. The Muchfucks started flashing like crazy and the mayor took off his hat, dropped to his knees, and grabbed Clinker's thighs as he tried to go down on her.

"Good friends of Muchfuck Land," Clinker called, "I declare Sally to be a good witch! Ooh, Mayor! She has saved you from the evil of the wicked witch of the East. Ummm! Oh, Dogberry! Suck it, boy! Oh wow! I have to go as soon as I come!"

Suddenly there was burst of greasy, black smoke that filled the street with a stink like a thousand hyena farts. The foul smell burned Sally's nose and, as the smoke lifted, there stood Miss Gunch-or her double-dressed as a witch.

"Miss Gunch!" Sally gasped. "How did you get here?"

"I am the wicked witch of the West," Miss Gunch snarled. "Where is my dear sister, the witch of the East?"

"Oops!" Sally exclaimed.

"She's right over there, Cunta, dear," Clinker panted.

"Why, it's dear Clinker, getting it on with one of these Muchfuck shrimps again," Cunta sneered. "What's the matter, love? Scared of a real cock?" Then she turned. "What do you mean, over there?"

"She's dead!" a Muchfuck shouted. "She's dead and you have no power here!"

The Muchfucks began to squeal and yell at Cunta. "Haul ass, you old flap-cunt bitch! Yeah, Bitch of the West! Haul your clapped-up cunt out of town!"

The wicked witch of the West ran to Sally's house. Sally looked and was horrified to see two scrawny legs sticking out from under the wall. And on the legs there sparkled a pair of solid ruby slippers. The witch bent and reached for the shining red shoes.

"The Ruby Slippers!" the witch howled.

"Now they're mine. I'll be powerful enough to overthrow the great Cooze himself!"

She reached for the slippers but there was a hissing noise and a sour smoke curled into the air. The slippers were gone and the witch of the East was melting away.

"They're gone! Where are they? Where are my ruby slippers?"

"They're right here," Clinker grunted, socking her bush into the Muchfuck mayor's face. Sally looked at the blonde witch and was astonished at what the beautiful woman was doing. Clinker had her big breasts in her hands and was squeezing them and plucking at the stiff nipples while she gasped for breath. And all the while she was shoving her crotch against the Muchfuck's long and active tongue. Sally felt a strange burning and a creeping wetness in her virgin cleft.

The wicked witch ran back to them. "Where? Oh! You have them! Give them to me!"

She pointed down at Sally's feet. Sally looked and saw that she was wearing the Ruby Slippers.

"Keep them, Sally!" Clinker panted. "You are safe as long as you wear the Ruby Slippers. Go to Cooze! He can help you. Oh, gaw! I'm coming! Suck me! Suck my pussy!"

"Curse you, you sweet-cunt bitch!" Cunta snarled. "But this isn't the end. I'll get those ruby slippers from you, Miss Tight-Box, and I'll have your head, too. Just you wait and see!"

The wicked witch of the West jammed her broomstick between her legs and jerked it back and forth through her cunt-slit. Again the odor of hyena farts filled the air and black smoke surrounded her. She rose in the air on her broom and sped away through the sky.

"Golly," Sally murmured. "People come and go so fast here!"

"I just came and now I must go," Clinker said. "You get to Cooze. He's the only one that can get you back to Kansas."

"But, where is Cooze? How do I find him?"

"Just follow the yellow pricks!"

Clinker took a deep breath and began to blow. From her lips there came a bubble that grew and grew until it surrounded her. It kept growing until it began to float off with Clinker inside it.

"My goodness," Sally said admiringly. "She certainly can blow bubbles."

"Yes," the mayor grinned, "and you ought to see Bubbles blow her!"

"I must go to Cooze," Sally said. "Where can I find the yellow pricks?'

"Right here," the mayor said. "This is the road, and there is the first prick. Just follow the signs."

Sally looked where the mayor pointed. On a board standing beside the cobbled road there was a stiff prick painted yellow.

"That's a prick?" Sally asked.

"Here's the road, and there's the prick. Just follow the Yellow Prick Road!" Sally called Popo and set off. For a while she walked along silently, scratching her itchy crotch through her dress. After a while she started talking to Popo.

"This is sure a strange place, Popo. I hope Cooze can help us out."

"Woof, woof!" Popo said. He hoped that he could get helped out too. Somehow the air here seemed to make him hornier than at home. If that was possible.

Soon the Muckfuck town was far behind them. Sally and Popo walked along the stone paved road that now ran between fields of ripe grain. The painted pricks that pointed the way were never out of sight and Sally began to think that the trip was going to be an easy one.

"Gosh, Popo, I wonder why these Muchfucks kept showing their things. And what was the mayor sucking Clinker's pussy for? It made me get all sticky in mine, and now it itches!"

"Woof, woof, woof!"

"Yes, Popo, you're right. I'd better look and see if it's all right."

Sally stopped walking and looked back along the road. "There's nobody else on the road at all. Right here is as good a place as any."

She took off her apron and then her dress. She hung them on the rail fence that bordered the road. Then Sally took off her slip and her three petticoats. Then she took off her vest and underpants. At last she stood there nude except for the ruby slippers and her Sunday school medal that she wore on a chain around her neck.

"Woof, woof, woof! Pant, pant!" Popo said.

"Yes, Popo, I think so too. Now I'll just sit down right here and see if my little pussy is all right."

"Oh, baby! It looks just right to me!" a voice called out. "But then, I wouldn't be any judge."

"What?" Sally cried. "Who said that?"

"Nobody here but us scarecrows, juicy-box!"

Sally whirled and stared. There in the field hung a sad-faced scarecrow on a pole. He looked so much like Punk back home that Sally laughed. "Punk! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I've been hanging around for a long time. I wish I could get down and go away."

"Why don't you, then? Are you scared?'

"Honey-cunt, I'm just a scarecrow. I ain't got no balls!"

"Oh. Well, would you like for me to help you get off?"

Sally felt sorry for the poor, enslaved scarecrow.

"Oh, baby, do!" the straw man groaned. "You sure could get me off, if I had any balls. But off this pole will be a help."

Sally scrambled across the rail fence but, when she was straddling the top rail she slipped and dropped with her pussy squished right on the smooth wooden pole. For a moment she felt dizzy and wanted to stay there while she made the good feeling fill up her little cunt, but she shook her head and went on over to the sad-looking scarecrow. She stretched up and found the nail that the scarecrow was hanging on. While she was twisting it loose one of the scarecrow's hands began to rub and squeeze the girl's right breast and the nipple swelled up and got hard.

"Oh golly!" Sally cried. "Don't do that. It isn't nice!"

"Sorry. But don't worry, honey. With no balls, that's as far as I can go anyway."

Sally got the nail loose and the scarecrow fell off the pole. He staggered against Sally and he squeezed her black-furred pussy with one hand.

"Oh, gee! You are nasty!" the girl exclaimed. She pulled away and climbed back across the fence. The scarecrow followed her and they sat down on the grass beside the road.

"What are you doing with your clothes off?" the scarecrow asked.

"I was going to examine my pussy," Sally said. "It feels so funny."

"Hmmm. Let me look at it. I don't have balls, but I am interested."

Sally turned to face him. She spread her legs and let the cloth man peer into her pink-lipped cleft. The scarecrow brushed back the curly black hair on the plump little mound. After a moment he grunted.

"I see your trouble," he said. "You're all turned on, baby. Your little clit is hard and your slit is drooling juice!"

"I saw the Muchfuck mayor sucking Clinker's pussy," Sally said. "That's when it began to itch."

"Well, honey, you've got one up. Now you'll have to rub it down, or it's going to keep bothering you."

"You mean, rub it, like I do when I want the good feeling to come? But I can't do that with you here! That isn't nice at all!"

"What's your name, dear?"

"I'm Sally Hales, from Gunchville, Kansas."

"That figures," the scarecrow said. "Well, Sally, you'd better rub that sweet thing, or you'll never get where you're going."

"Golly, I guess you know more about it than I do. Well, here goes!"

Sally put her hand over her little pink slit and started rubbing. "Umm!" she sighed. "It does feel good, even if it isn't nice."

"Don't worry about nice!" the scarecrow muttered. "Just do what feels natural."

Sally rubbed harder. She put her other hand over the one pressing her mound and squeezed. "Oh my," she whispered, "it's getting wet and slippery now. Oh gee, it's starting to feel so good!"

"Put your finger in it," the scarecrow cried. "Frig that little button!"

Sally paused and moved her hands. She cautiously peeled the lips of her slit open and looked at herself. She saw her red, hard clit. "This?" she asked.

"Yeah!" the scarecrow panted. "That! Oh gaw! That's the thing. Frig it, baby! Get off on it!"

Sally put her finger on the tip of her clit. She rubbed it gently, never taking her eyes off her slit. "It feels different," she said.

"Oh gaw!" the scarecrow moaned.

Sally rubbed harder. Her little clit swelled and throbbed. "Oh gee!" she gasped. "Something is happening. I think it's coming . . . "

"Oh boy!" the scarecrow panted. "I think so too!"

Sally brought her free hand up to her breasts and squeezed first one and then the other while the busy fingers flew up and down in her streaming nest. She leaned back with her neck arched while she gasped for breath through her open mouth and her hips began to rock back and forth against her hand.

"Oh! Oh my!" she moaned. "Ooh! What's happening? It never felt like this. Oh, my goodness, it's so good!"

Sally fell to the grass still clutching herself and rubbing desperately. As she finished her climax her body shuddered and went limp. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and looked at the scarecrow.

"Golly gee, Mr. Scarecrow, I'm glad you told me what to do. But even if it does feel good, it isn't nice to masturbate in front of somebody."

"Whatever you call it," the scarecrow grinned, "I loved every minute of it."

"I think you just wanted to see me play with my pussy."

"Aw, Sally!" the scarecrow protested, "How can you say that? Doesn't it feel a lot better now?"

"Oh, yes," Sally agreed. "It feels just fine now and it felt just wonderful while I was doing it."

"Then what is it that isn't nice?"

"Gee, I don't know," Sally said. "But that's what I've always heard. I guess I'll just have to do it some more until I can understand all about it."

"Whee!" the scarecrow cried. "That's the spirit, Sally. Gaw! I sure do wish I had some balls!"

"Oh? Hey! I'm going to Cooze to get him to send me back to Kansas. Maybe he will give you some balls. What kind do you want?"

"What? Oh! Why, honey, I mean the kind that will work."

The scarecrow pulled out a hard prick and showed it to Sally. She looked at it for a moment, then said, "I don't see what's wrong with that. Can't you pee with it?"

"Sure, doll-baby, but without balls, it won't go off. I can't come the way you did when you rubbed your little Cooze."

"Come?" Sally said.

"That's right, honey-pot. When you jerk off, you come. Well, I ought to come too, but, with no balls.. . "

Sally took the scarecrow's prick in her hand and squeezed it. "Maybe if I rubbed it some," she said. "It would start working for you."

She began to stroke the scarecrow's shaft. The straw man sighed and moaned. "Oh, yeah! That's good, sugar bucket."

Sally was encouraged and gave the scarecrow's tool continued attention. Her soft little hand caressed and stimulated it until the straw man gasped hoarsely, "Oh, you sweet baby-doll, it's helping. But maybe if you sucked on it a little.. . "

"Suck on it!" Sally gasped, "Gee, do you think that really might help?"

"I don't know, but it can't hurt it!"

Sally bent over and started kissing the head of the scarecrow's rod. For a moment she only pressed her lips to the hot, red shaft. Then she licked it cautiously and giggled. "It feels nice," she exclaimed." Well, here goes!"

Sally opened her mouth and took the throbbing tool between her lips. As she clasped her full, red, soft lips around the scarecrow's sneaky meat the ball-less straw man groaned. "Oh yeah! Now that's it, baby," he panted. "That's exactly right! Now just fuck your head up and down on it a minute!"

Sally bobbed her head helpfully. The thick pole swelled and jerked, and Sally screamed and jumped away from it. Hot jizm spurted and gushed from the inflamed tool and splashed all over Sally's neck and breasts.

"I broke it!" Sally cried. "Oh my, I made it sick!"

"Oh no, baby," the scarecrow panted. "It ain't broke. It's working, baby! Oh wow! You got it to working!"

"Oh, I'm so glad!" Sally sighed. She held on to the bucking, spouting pole until it ran dry. Then, as it went soft, she straightened up and smiled.

"Now we have helped each other," she said. "My pussy feels better and your thing is working too. Why don't you come with me to Cooze?"

"I sure will, Sally. We may need some more help along the way."

The new friends sat there for a little longer to enjoy the good feelings they both had. When they got to their feet to start off to Cooze, Sally went to the fence. "Oh dear!" she cried.

She had turned around just in time to see a flock of big, black crows. The crows were just flying away with all of Sally's clothes! "Oh, help!" she screamed. "Stop them! Make them give back my clothes!"

The scarecrow waved his arms and shouted. One of the crows dropped Sally's apron but all the rest flew away. Sally ran and picked up her apron and put it on. "Oh gee, it's too far now to go all the way back to Muchfuck land and get more clothes from my house. What shall I do?"

"Better go on to Cooze," the scarecrow said. "You can get clothes there. Besides, you look real nice like that."

Sally looked very nice indeed. The little pink and white apron reached from just below her sweet, round breasts to just below her dear, black-haired pussy and it wrapped around her until only the very middle of her smooth, pink bottom showed behind, with its tender, delicious crease running from her dimpled back to curve under and disappear between her thighs. The scarecrow looked at the sight one time and said, "I'd better follow you, Sally. You're the one that knows the way."

The two new friends started off along the Yellow Prick Road. Popo came running from the bushes to join them. Sally looked at the next painted yellow prick.

"Oh wow!" she exclaimed. "Prick! Pricks!

That's the name for your thing, isn't it?"

"Among others, yeah," the scarecrow said.

"Prick, pussy, pussy, prick," Sally murmured. "You know, they sort of go together."

"Oh boy!" the scarecrow groaned. "I'll say they do, honey!"

Sally giggled. "I wonder if the painted prick would shake and shoot off goo if I sucked it."

"I wouldn't be surprised, baby. After all, you made mine work, and I got no balls! But if you want to suck something, the sight of your pretty little pink behind is getting mine stiff again."

Sally tossed her long black hair and giggled. "Silly, we have to hurry on to Cooze now. But, my goodness, I certainly have learned something. Prick, pussy, pussy, prick! I wonder why I never knew they could be such fun."

"Honey-bucket, you just don't know the half of it yet! Hey, what's that?"

The scarecrow pointed toward a clump of trees beside the road. Sally peered into them and saw a log cabin standing among the trees.

"Gosh! We're coming into a forest. That looks like a woodcutter's cabin."

Sally and the scarecrow went to the cabin and Sally knocked on the door.

"Nobody home!" a voice called from inside the house.

"Oh dear, there's nobody home," Sally said.

"Hey! Who's in there?" the scarecrow called out. "Who answered?"

In a moment the door opened and standing there was a girl all made of bright, shiny tin. "Oh golly!" Sally gasped. "Are you, uh, do you, is this the woodcutter's house?"

"It sure is, sweetie," the tin girl replied.

"Well, gee whiz! I thought woodcutters were men!"

"I might as well be a man, pink-tits. Who ever heard of a girl without a cooze?"

Sally looked at the tin girl. Sure enough, the space between her legs was smooth and seamless.

"You don't have a what?" Sally asked.

"A cooze! A puss! A sweet-slit, coozey hole. A pussy! Can't you see?"

"Oh, that!" Sally said. "Oh wow, this is a shame. I'm sure glad I have one, now that the scarecrow has shown me how to use it."

"Oh, baby," the tin girl said, "if I had one, you'd better believe I'd know how to use it. But it's pure hell to be horny and not have a hole to plug."

"Wait!" Sally cried. "We are going to see Cooze. He's the only one that can send me back to Kansas. Maybe he can give the scarecrow balls and you a, uh, a cooze?"

"Yeah, a cooze. Say, kid, if I can get me a pussy, I'll do anything! Where did you say you're from?"

"I'm Sally Hales from Kansas. I want to go home, but maybe I'll wait a while and learn more about pricks and pussies and things."

"Learn more-the scarecrow taught you, Sally, do you mean you have never used your pussy for what it's for?"

Sally blushed. "I did rub it when I was lonely, and that felt nice. But he showed me how to do it so I could really-what did I do?"

"You got off, honey," the scarecrow said. "You had a come."

"Come! That's it," Sally said. "Oh my, you should have seen me come!"

"Love to," the tin girl smiled. "But that means you haven't ever fucked."

"What? Fucked? Oh! You mean, that? Letting a boy put his prick all the way in my pussy and, and, doing it? Oh, Tin Girl! That's an awful thing to do! It's most the worst thing there is!"

"Well," the tin girl sighed, "Of course, I can't do it at all. What do you think about it, Straw Man?"

"Well, since I don't have any balls, I couldn't say."

"Oh, Scarecrow!" Sally giggled. "You ought to be able to do it. You were sure stiff when I sucked you and you spouted your goo all over me!"

"You think it's bad to fuck," the tin girl said, "but you gave old Straw Ass here a blow job?

You know, Sally, you're kind of weird! If I just had a hole, I'd make out with him in a minute!"

"Well then, Tin Girl, let's go to Cooze. We'll get you fixed up and then the two of us will ball like mad!" Scarecrow laughed.

"I'm on," Tin Girl agreed. "And anyway, even if I haven't got a cunt, I bet I could beat her sweet little ass at giving head!"

The three new friends and Popo started to leave the log cabin.