Chapter 3

"Ah ha! There you are, you juicy little virgin!"

Sally gasped and choked. The stink of hyena farts almost knocked her down. The three friends looked up and there was the wicked witch of the West and her frigging broom, on the roof of the tin girl's house. She snarled down at the frightened trio and rubbed the greasy broomstick through her slimy old slit.

"And you, Scarecrow, you want a ball? Then try this one!'

She drew back her arm and threw a flaming ball of fire at the cowering straw man.

"No! Oh, no! Not fire! I can't stand fire!" the scarecrow screamed.

"And you, Tin Girl, you wish you had a cunt, do you? Here's one you can eat!" the witch cackled. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and shoved her great, gape-lipped coozy at them. Its hairy, hanging mouth flapped at them and its long, drooping clit dripped juice on the roof.

"Oh no!" Tin Girl moaned. "Gaw, I couldn't stand it! It smells like hyena farts!"

The wicked witch screeched with evil glee and flew off in a cloud of greasy, black smoke.

"Golly gee," Sally whispered. "We'd better hurry on. I think she means to make trouble for us."

They set off along the Yellow Prick Road. Soon they were walking through a dark and evil-looking forest. The trees hung over the road and they had strange and frightening shapes.

"Gee Whiz," Sally said. "Look at those trees! Some of them look like they have pricks!"

"Yeah, and balls, too." Scarecrow said.

"And pussies, too," Tin Girl moaned. "And there are two of them, getting it on together!"

"Oh my, how nasty!" Sally cried. "They are! They're doing it!"

"Lucky, fucking trees," Tin Girl said. "Let's get out of here."

They hurried along, deeper into the forest. "I wonder if there are any wild animals in here," Sally whispered.

"Oh, sure," Scarecrow replied. "Probably lions and tigers and bears."

"Lions and tigers and bears?" Sally repeated.

"Oh, my! We'd better hurry. I don't think I would learn anything from them."

From the dark shadows under the trees there came a roar, "Roar! Roar, roar! Roar, rowff!"

"Oh dear! What's that?"

"Woof, woof! Woof, woof, woof!" Popo went charging into the woods.

"Roar! Help! Oh, roar, roar! Help, get the fucking dog off me!"

A fierce and shaggy lion pounced out of the trees with Popo chasing him. "Roar! Call off the dog! Oh gaw! He's got me! Roar! Not the balls! Help!"

The lion crouched down behind Sally and shoved his head between her legs. "Save me!" he whined. "He's gonna eat me up!"

The lion's shaggy mane tickled Sally's crack and she giggled.

"Oh dear!" Sally laughed. "You certainly are chicken, Lion! Popo won't hurt you. You're a coward!"

"That's me," the lion agreed. "Chicken of the forest. I don't got no nerve." The lion shuddered with fear between Sally's legs. His fur rubbed Sally's sweet little pussy until the girl moaned. "Ooh, Lion!" she gasped. "Get out from between my legs! In a minute I'll have to masturbate again!"

"Oh, yummy!" the lion sighed. "That's sure a nice little cooze you got there, honey. I'd love to fuck you, but I don't got the nerve!"

"And I haven't any balls," Scarecrow added.

"And I don't have a cooze!" Tin Girl mourned.

"And your neck is still rubbing my pussy," Sally said. "If you don't stop, oh, never mind. Now I'll have to do it!"

The lovely girl jerked her apron up and put her finger on her stiff little clit. She spread her legs apart and began to frig her pussy.

"Better sit down to do it, Sally," the tin girl advised. "You might fall down and hurt yourself when you come!"

Sally lay down and flipped her apron out of the way. She spread her legs and pulled the lips of her pink pussy apart. Scarecrow groaned at the sight and reached for his stiff cock. The lion crouched over the girl and began to lap at her slit. "Oh golly! That feels so good!" the girl gasped. "Oh, Tin Girl, I wish you had one too! I know I'm going to have a big come now!"

"I know it, too," Tin Girl cried. "Oh gaw, I wish I did have one! I can't wait to get to Cooze to get a cooze!"

"Ooh, yes! I am going to come. Oh, Lion, lick me harder! I'm coming now! Ooh, now! Watch me come!"

Sally bounced her precious little ass in the air and shoved her honey-pot against the lion's flying tongue. The nerveless lion lapped the flowing slit and all of a sudden he shot a load of lion cum on the road. Sally gasped and groaned.

"Stop! I did it! I did it! Oh, Lion. You did make me come!"

The lion lay down and panted for breath. Sally sat up and saw the lion's great gob of cream shining on the paving stones.

"Oh gee!" Sally laughed. "You came too! Just like Scarecrow did when I sucked his prick!"

"Yes, he did," Scarecrow laughed. "And look what I've got now!"

Sally looked at the scarecrow's rigid cock. "Oh gee, now you need to come, too!"

"Yeah, I sure do. How about it, Sally?"

"Wait! I can't fuck, and I can't come, but I'll give you head, Scarecrow. It's better than nothing. For a guy with no balls you seem to be pretty well off!" Tin Girl called.

"Hey now, I'll go for that, Tinny!" Scarecrow grinned.

The scarecrow looked the tin girl over carefully. Once you got used to her strange, glittering, silvery appearance she was a very pretty girl. "You know, Tinny," Scarecrow said. "If you just had a cooze, you'd be a real knock-out yourself."

"Go on, Scarecrow," Sally giggled. "Let her suck your prick. I want to learn more about all that kind of stuff. And thank you, Lion. My pussy feels good again, now."

Tin Girl went down on the scarecrow's cock and started sucking. In a moment she was hanging onto the scarecrow's straw-stuffed ass and gobbling furiously. Scarecrow's hips thrust at her in rhythm to her sucking.

"Wow!" Sally whispered, "Look at that! His prick must be eight inches long and she's getting it all the way down her throat!"

"That's talent, kid," Lion growled. "When you can take it like that, you'll have all the answers!"

"Ooo-ee! I'm coming!" Scarecrow moaned. "Hang on, sweet-lips! I'm gonna blow it off!"

Scarecrow shot his hot cream down the tin girl's throat and blasted her tonsils with jizm. The girl sucked until Scarecrow went limp in her mouth. Then she let the withered wick slip slowly from her lips and she licked her mouth. She sat down on the ground and panted until she caught her breath. Then she said, "Oh my! I think I came too!"

"Gee whiz, Tin Girl!" Sally exclaimed. "How did you do it? What did you come with?"

"I don't know what I did it with," Tin Girl sighed, "but if that wasn't a come, it will sure do for me. Oh wow! If I had a cooze, I'd just be a puddle of cream with a cunt sticking out!"