Chapter 4
At this point it might be well for us to pause while some explanation is offered. Certainly Sally's three new friends did not appear just in time for the girl to meet them. There is a story behind each of them.
Long, long before the tornado sucked Sally off the ground in Kansas and blew her all the way to the mysterious land of Cooze, and long before the Great and Mighty Wizard of Cooze came to rule the land, there were two strong and happy kingdoms in the land. One kingdom was in the East and the other was in the West. By the time Cooze came for the first time both of these kingdoms had been gone for a long time and when Cooze built the Pussy-Pink City for his capitol no one remembered the kingdoms of the East and of the West.
But in the old days, when the two kingdoms still existed, they had two good rulers. King Dipstick was king of the West and Queen Pluggy ruled in the East. Dipstick had a son, Dongo, who would one day rule in his father's place and Pluggy had a daughter, Pussella, who would rule in her mother's place.
But both kingdoms were threatened by evil rivals, the wicked witches of the East and of the West. The wicked witch of the West wanted to get Dipstick's dipstick in her crankcase so desperately that she tried everything she could think of to make him come plow her oozing bottom-land, but Dipstick never stirred. The witch of the West, the wicked Cunta whom we have already met, stirred her hot pot with her ebony broomstick and plotted.
"Somehow I must have Dipstick's dong!" she muttered. "I'll fuck him if it's the last thing I do."
In the East, the wicked witch burned for Pluggy's golden snatch, and to get the lovely queen to give her head. But sweet Pluggy had no time for the witch, the evil Dykey, and remained true to her long, smooth, golden scepter and the love of her little daughter Pussella.
"I will meet with my sister, Cunta. Maybe two heads will be better than one," Dykey growled. "Together we can plan a way to have what we desire."
Cunta and Dykey met and made plans. Then they made each other. They sucked one another and they both masturbated with Cunta's broom and with Dykey's pestle. And at last they knew what they would do. Since the king and queen wouldn't give them what they wanted, they would take away what the two rulers loved best.
"I'll steal Pluggy's golden dildo!" Dykey cried.
"No, no, you fool. We must take Prince Dongo and Princess Pussella! We will hide them where they can't ever be found," Cunta gasped, plugging her twat with her broomstick and coming great gouts of reeking cum.
"Oh, sister, yes!" Dykey moaned. "Now let me stick my long, hard clit up your cunt. We'll fuck for a while and then we shall steal the royal son and daughter!"
So the two wicked witches did as they had planned. And, in order to make sure that Dongo and Pussella were never found, they used their magic to disguise them. Dongo was changed into the scarecrow and Pussella was changed into the tin girl. And, to make their wicked revenge complete, Dongo's balls were hidden inside his straw and Pussella's pussy was hidden inside her tin body. Then poor Dongo was nailed on a pole in the field where Sally found him and Pussella was given the log cabin in the forest where Sally found her, and both of them had their memories taken away so they couldn't even tell anyone who they were. And so it was when Sally from Kansas arrived after the tornado's blow-job.
Sally and Scarecrow and Tin Girl and Lion had recovered from their come-stop and were once again following the Yellow Prick Road. Down the road through the forest they could see the sun shining.
"Gosh, I think we are almost out of the woods," Sally cried. "Won't it be nice to see the sunshine again?"
The three friends started singing a happy song as they skipped out of the forest. Each one sang a verse telling how he or she would use what the wizard would give him or her. The scarecrow started, singing in a loud, off-key voice about how he would enjoy his balls once he got them.
"I'll fuck every hole, whether cunt or stump, I'll diddle every slot, or crotch, or rump! If I only had some balls-if I just had even one ball!"
Tin Girl sang in a clear soprano, "And I'd screw and hump, jerk off on the jump! I'd spread my ass on the bed or the grass, if I only had a cooze, just a slot in my ooze!"
Lion began to roar, "I'd be the stud of the forest, the master cock and the hottest. I'd jape and I'd plug any cat, cunt, or bug! If I only had the nerve; oh, if I just had the nerve!"
Sally said sweetly, "When I get home to
Kansas, I'll masturbate and show ass! I'll teach pussy rubbing and fooling to all in my Sunday School, when I get home to Kansas, oh, when I just get home to Kansas!"
"Say, what's Sunday Schooling, Sally?" Scarecrow asked.
" Why, that's a class we have at church," Sally said. "We learn what's right and what's wrong, and how to be good."
"Is that where you learned that it's bad to fuck?" Scarecrow asked.
"Golly gee, yes! Gee whiz, Miss White would just die if she knew about me masturbating! And if she knew Lion had licked my pussy and made me come-oh, gee!"
"You mean, she doesn't do it?" Tin Girl asked. "Doesn't she have a pussy?"
"Oh, I guess she does, sure. But she'd never touch it with her hands! Golly, it's still a very nasty, ugly thing to do."
"But, Sally," Lion purred. "I thought it was a very nice thing when I licked your sweet little honey-slit."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Lion! I didn't mean you were nasty. I guess that since I've been here I have become a very bad little girl. Why, just now I was thinking that when we get back to Kansas I would see if Popo would lick my pussy!"
"Woof, woof, woof! Pant, pant!" Popo agreed.
"Kansas must be a very strange land," Scarecrow said.
"Gosh! And I think Cooze is strange," Sally laughed.
"Strange cooze!" Sally said. "You call a pussy a cooze and you call the land Cooze, and you call the wizard Cooze. What do you call his city, Cooze-land?'
"Golly, no!" Scarecrow said. "Everybody knows that Cooze lives in the Pussy-Pink City!"
"And we can keep it straight," Lion growled. "But look, we've come to the end of the forest!"
The friends stopped and gazed at the scene before them. The Yellow Prick Road ran straight ahead through a field of yellow poppies. Away in the distance rose the city, like a vision in the mist. There it was, gleaming in the sun: the towers and spires of the Pussy-Pink City.
"Gosh, isn't it beautiful?" Sally cried.
"There it is!" Tin Girl exclaimed. "That's where I'll get my cunt!"
"Let's hurry!" Lion roared. "I want to get there before I lose my nerve!"
"Better be careful," Scarecrow warned. "Don't forget the witch!"
"Don't be silly. What can happen now?" Sally laughed.
The friends ran along the road and through the field of poppies. But the poppies were magic, and Cunta had put them there. Cunta, the wicked and
T horny witch who wanted the Ruby Slippers and revenge on Sally for killing her evil sister, Dykey. Cunta wanted the poppies to put Sally and her friends to sleep. Then Cunta would sneak up, suck Sally's pussy, and fuck the scarecrow. Then she would steal the Ruby Slippers and break Sally's cherry with her broom and make the girl permanently horny for cock.
Now, as the friends ran happily through the poppies, Cunta was watching them in her crystal ball. She snickered when she saw them slow down to a walk. She cackled in evil glee when she saw them stop and rub their eyes. And she began to fuck her hairy cunt with her broom when she saw them sit down and yawn.
"Oh, it won't be long now, my little sweets!" she cackled. "In a few more minutes you will all be sound asleep and I will swoop down and have what I want from you!"
"Oh gosh, I'm so sleepy!" Lion yawned.
"Golly, me too!" Sally said.
"Woof, woof, yawn!" Popo agreed.
"We will just have to stop and rest," Tin Girl said. "I can't go another step until I have a nap."
"We can see the Pussy-Pink City of Cooze from here," Scarecrow said. "So we can't get lost. Let's just lie down and catch forty winks."
The four friends and Popo stretched out among the poppies and went sound asleep. For a few minutes nothing happened. Then, from out of the sky, there came a streak of greasy, black smoke and Cunta swept down on her broom in a haze of foul-smelling vapor. She landed on the Yellow Prick Road and looked down at her victims.
"Now I have you," she cackled. "You are all mine at last!"
Cunta quickly stripped off her vile, black gown and her dirty black hat. She stood there naked and horny, rubbing her breasts while the hot juice trickled down her slit.
And, if anyone had been there to see her, they would have been amazed. For the instant she took off her witch-garb, Cunta looked different. Instead of the withered, dangle-tit, slop-cunt crone that her friends knew, Cunta was a most delicious looking pile of fuckable female. Her breasts were firm and full with hard, coral pink nipples. Her body was trim and curved. Her pouting pussy was covered with crisp black curls and from the delightful bush there peeped an erect red clit. All told, it was a sight that should have brought even King Dipstick out to plow. Even the wicked Cunta's face, framed by long, black hair, though marked by the evil of her ways, was still firm and lovely.
However, Cunta was evil and dangerous, and her beauty was only another weapon in her treasure of traps for the innocent.
Now the witch crouched over Sally. She lifted the girl's little apron and gazed at the sweet, virgin coozy. Licking her wet lips, Cunta whispered, "First I'll get me some of this. Oh gaw! What a tasty looking little cunt she does have! It's better than I had imagined. Sleep, sleep, my dear. Soon you'll be dreaming of hot pricks up your little hole!"
Cunta brushed the black hair away from Sally's little pink slit. She teased the lips open and touched the tender bud of the Kansas clit.
"Umm!" she moaned, "almost untouched. Now that sweet thing is going to get the best eating of its life!"
She buried her face in Sally's crotch and licked her slit. Her nose was hidden in the crisp curls that adorned Sally's mound and her tongue crept up her hole. She licked and licked until she felt Sally's clit getting stiff. Then she sucked it and sipped the sweet dew that her quim gave out.
Sally started grunting in her sleep and she thrust her crotch up to the witch's tongue. Her breathing grew faster and her hands came up to fondle her firm, round breasts. Cunta's slot got hotter and her juice dripped out onto the road. She sucked harder and her saliva mingled with Sally's cream. Then Sally started coming. Her crotch bucked up so violently that Cunta had to grab the girl's thighs to keep her mouth in the sweet sugar dish. Sally creamed like a spring-thawed stream and the witch sucked and drank all the girl put down. Finally Sally sighed and fell limp.
Cunta sat up and wiped her mouth. Then she squeezed her clit and gave it a couple of good jerks. "Now for some of the Scarecrow's prick," she muttered. She turned to the snoring straw man and worked his prick out from the straw that filled his pants. The long, limp flesh filled the witch's hand and flopped over it, hanging down one side as far as it rose in her fist. "Gaw!" Cunta croaked. "This wand is a priceless gem! How big will it be when it's hard?"
She squeezed and stroked it and it began to swell. "It's coming!" Cunta panted.
In a moment the wand was full-grown and the witch was shaking all over.
"Nine stiff inches of hot cock!" she moaned. "It's been years since I had any at all, and now, this wonder-machine, all for me!"
She squatted astride the sleeping scarecrow and brought his prick toward her dripping slot. "Oh shit!" she gasped, "I'm going to come!"
Crouching and shaking, the witch got her nuts before she even got stuffed. Her come-juice ran down the crack of her ass and dripped into the scarecrow's straw padding. For a moment she shook and moaned, then she got back to the business in hand.
"Oh! Aww! Ooh, it's so good!" she panted as she slid down the hot pole and filled her cunt to its absolute bottom-most depths. She sat down hard on the straw man and let her cunt chew on his stick. Then she began to ride him. Faster and faster she bucked to and fro, sawing her slit against the stiff cock and banging it against the tight walls of her cunt. "I'm getting a fuck!" she howled. "Oh gaw, I'm full of cock now!"
Luckily for the four friends and Popo, the good witch Clinker had not forgotten them. And even at that very moment she was standing in front of her magic window watching them as they were assaulted by Cunta the Bad. She saw Scarecrow getting raped by the witch of the West and she saw the great, long shaft disappearing in the black-furred cunt. Clinker moaned and jammed her fingers into her own sweet, gold-furred honey-pot.
"Oh! Oh my!" Clinker gasped. "I must save Sally and her friends! I must save them all, but especially that Scarecrow! Golly, look at the hard-on he's got!"
Clinker masturbated while Cunta fucked off on the scarecrow. Then, just as Cunta felt her entire hole getting filled up and washed out by Scarecrow's spurting load, Clinker made it over and twitched her magic wand at the scene. At once the poppies started wilting and turning brown. "Hot heat of passionate fucks!" Clinker chanted. "Fry the poppies and, uh, what ever, you know!"
The poppies shriveled away and Sally began to stir. Cunta leaped up from the scarecrow but she was so weak from her powerful come that she fell sprawling on her ass.
"Curses!" she snarled. "It's that shit-eating Clinker. And I'm all fucked out. I can't get to the Ruby Slippers!"
With the poppies falling like a million limp dicks, the friends woke up. They looked at the weak witch lying on the road beside the scarecrow. Sally thought she recognized her and screamed.
"Miss Gunch!" she cried. "How did you get here? And where are your clothes?" Then she looked again and giggled. "Gosh, you're awful cute, but what's that goo running out of your pussy?"
"I'm not your friend, whoever she is," Cunta gasped. "I'm Cunta, witch of the West. You have escaped me this time, sweetie. I fucked too long and Clinker saved you. But it was worth it! I sucked you off, and I got a long, hard fuck on Scarecrow. I can catch you later. Now bug off and leave me here to remember that big prick!"
"What are you talking about?" Lion roared.
"And fuck you too, Lion!" Cunta laughed. "Look at him, and look at her, and look at me! Can't you see what's been going on?"
"Huh?"
"I sucked her sweet little box, and I rode off on Scarecrow's wand, that's what!"
"You sucked me!" Sally gasped, "Oh my, that's why I had such a strange dream!"
"Now go away," the witch sighed. "I'm too tired and satisfied to mess around. Go on to Cooze and see if he can help you. But, Sally, I'll be back for more of the honey in your pot. And for more of your meat, straw-boy!"
Sally and her friends backed away from the sprawling witch. As they got to a safe distance from her Tin Girl yelled out, "Up your ass with a pine tree, witch! I wouldn't have a cunt if it smelled like yours!"
"Oh, I didn't notice that," Sally said. "I think she's got a pretty little coozy."
"She does," Tin Girl said sadly. "But I could use it a whole lot better!"
The friends were all very nervous and upset by their narrow escape. And Sally was tense from the excitement. "Golly," she said, "She sucked me off and I never even woke up!"
"It was those poppies," Tin Girl said. "But it was really Scarecrow who saved us. If his cock hadn't been so good, she'd have had time to get the Ruby Slippers and then she would have had us for her slaves."
"Golly, that's true!" Sally cried. "Thank you, Scarecrow dear!"
"Yeah, thanks, Scarecrow," Lion said.
"Oh, you straw man!" Tin Girl said. "You just wait till I get my pussy! Then I'll show you some thanks!"
"And when I get my balls, I'll show you some fucking, too!" Scarecrow laughed.
"Woof, woof!" Popo said as he paused to piss on a signpost.
"Gee, I'm getting hungry," Sally said.
"I guess you are," Scarecrow laughed. It's your first day here and you've already gotten sucked off twice and jerked off once."
"Does that give you an appetite?" Sally asked.
"I don't know, since I don't have any balls," Scarecrow grinned. "But it seems to me like it would."
"It didn't make me hungry when I came," Tin Girl said. "But since I don't have a coozy, maybe I didn't really come."
"Oh, roar!" Lion laughed. "You shouldn't be hungry, Tinny. You ate a big load of Straw-ass's cum."
"Gee," Sally said. "Is it nourishing? Maybe I need some too. May I, Scarecrow?"
"May you what, sugar-box?"
"May I please suck your prick some, since I'm hungry and Tinny seems to be well fed from what she got from you, and I'd like to do it anyway, to see if you like it."
Scarecrow felt his limp wick through his pants. "You want to stop and do it right now, or wait until we get to the city? It's right ahead of us."
Sally looked down the road. The Pussy-Pink City was still far in the distance. Sally blushed at her sense of sounding greedy.
"I really think I'd better do it now," she said. "I don't think I could walk that far with nothing to eat. What does it taste like, Tinny?"
"Umm, I loved it," the tin maiden said. "But it might be an acquired taste."
"Comeon, Scarecrow," Sally teased. "Let me have it. I promise I won't bite."
The friends stopped on the road to let the girl blow the scarecrow. Sally sat down beside her straw-stuffed friend and reached for his prick. She squeezed it in her hand for a moment and the limp head flopped over her fist.
"Make it get stiff," she complained. "I don't want it like this."
"Uh, I'm pretty well fucked out," Scarecrow said. "Maybe if you show me your pussy some I'll get it up."
"This silly thing?" Sally giggled. She pulled her apron out of the way and spread her legs. Scarecrow gently brushed her black pussy fur aside and fingered the tender pink lips. Sally squeezed his cock in her fist while he played with her slit.
"It's starting to get big," Sally said. "And my pussy is starting to get hot too."
In a moment Scarecrow's cock was hard and Sally bent to suck it. She ran her tongue around the red head and jerked back with a scream.
"Ow! Oh, my! It burns my mouth!"
Tin Girl came over. "Let me see," she said. She quickly took the cock in her mouth and sucked for a moment. Then she spit it out and laughed. "That was the witch's pussy juice," she said. "It's spicy, but it won't hurt you. Go on and suck him off. We'll never get to Cooze like this."
Sally bent to her task and started sucking the scarecrow's prick. Every time she paused for breath she gave her friends a smile. After a few breaks Sally stopped and said, "He's about to come now. I can tell by the way it's jerking in my hand. But I'm afraid it won't do me much good, 'cause I need to come too, now."
"Oh, go on and finish him," Tinny giggled. "One more come won't wear you out. Why don't you frig your slit while you suck his cream?"
Sally blushed. "I would," she said, "but I'd like for you to masturbate me. Will you play with me while I finish sucking him off?"
"Oh, sure," Tinny said. "If I ever get a pussy, I can already know how to play with one."
While Sally finished sucking the scarecrow off she spread her legs and opened her slit to Tinny's fingers. Sally started coming just as Scarecrow's cream spouted in her mouth. She drank and drank, sucking as long as there was a drop to get out, and Tinny slipped her little tongue into Sally's slit for the sweet honey that ran down her crack. Then Sally let the limp stick slide out of her mouth and lay on her back. Popo trotted over and sniffed his mistress's little pink slit. He wagged his tail and lapped the tender crack.
"Ooh! No, no, Popo!" Sally giggled. "Not right now, anyway!"
Then she sat up and laughed. "That's much better. Now I feel like going all the way to Cooze. Thank you again, Scarecrow. You are the best friend I have!"
Scarecrow shrugged. "Aw, shucks. Any time, Sally! Any time!"
Once more they set off. Now the Pussy-Pink City drew closer and as it did the friends grew more and more excited. "Just think!" Tin Girl cried. "By tonight I might have my pussy!"
"And I might have balls!" Scarecrow laughed.
"And nerve" Lion purred. "When I get the nerve, Tinny, can I have a piece of your pussy?"
"Sure, Lion! Oh gaw, am I ready to fuck!"
"By tonight," Sally said, "I might be on my way back to Kansas."
"Woof, woof!" Popo agreed, thinking of Miss Gunch's pussy cat.
"When are you gonna try fucking, Sally?" Scarecrow asked.
"Oh, I'm not!" the girl gasped. "I've told you how nasty it is. I know all of you talk about it, but I haven't seen any of you really do it."
"Shit, kid," Lion snorted, "you've got the only cunt in the crowd. If you won't loosen up with it, how's anybody gonna do some fucking?"
"Cunta fucked me," Scarecrow reminded her. "But we were all asleep, so nobody saw it."
"You can believe that if I had a cooze," Tinny laughed, "you'd see some fucking. Oh, wow! I want a hot cock inside me so bad!"
"Golly, I know how good it feels to come," Sally sighed. "Oh wow, I really do. But, to have a big prick stuck up inside you! Oh my, I don't see how you could stand that."
"Hush!" Tinny gasped. "I can imagine it-oh gee, I can really imagine it! Now I'm really on fire for a fuck. I need to come! Oh gaw, how can I come?"
"We're nearly at Cooze's, Tinny," Lion said. "Hang on just a little bit longer, honey."