Chapter 7
When the sun rose, Sally and her friends crawled out from under the bushes. Sally had cum stains on her legs and thighs and cooze, but her eyes were clear and she felt ready to go on. She looked at her friends and smiled. "Well, we might as well get going," she said.
Then she looked around.
"Popo! Where is Popo? Here, Popo," she cried. "Come, Popo! Come to Sally!"
But Popo was far ahead of his friends. He had decided to go on in the dark and sneak into Cunta's castle where he would steal the broomstick and bring it back to his dear mistress. Unfortunately for the little dog's brave plan, Popo had fallen into one of Cunta's traps at the castle gate and now he was shivering in an iron cage in Cunta's tower.
"One by one," Cunta cackled, "One by one all of you will fall to me!"
She gave her coozy a last loving frig and put on her gown. Then she put on her hat and her rusty black shoes. As she did, poor Popo moaned. Suddenly he saw an ugly, foul-smelling old crone where just a second before there had been a finger-licking delicious cunt. Cunta jerked her skirt up and flapped her dank, dangling cunt lips at the dog. Popo almost choked in the thick stink of hyena farts. Cunta patted the disgusting flaps and laughed.
"Now I'm dressed for work," she said. "And it's a fine disguise, too." Then the wicked witch stalked out of the room and down the stairs. She went into the great hall and sat down on her throne. "Now! My flying apes will soon be here with Sally and her friends. The Ruby Slippers will be mine, and Sally will give me head-and anything else I want."
Sally was frantic at the loss of Popo. She called and called but at last she knew she had to give up.
"Don't worry, Sally," Tinny said. "As soon as we get the witch's broom, we can get Popo right back."
"Oh gee, I hope so," Sally said. "I don't care if I live or die, if Popo is lost."
"Listen!" Scarecrow called. "There must be a storm coming!"
They listened to the growing rush of sound. It was not a storm, but the army of flying apes swarming down upon them. In a moment all four were overcome and tied with ropes.
"Help! Oh, help!" Sally screamed.
"It's no use, Sally!" Lion roared. "These fucking flying apes have us all tied up!"
The Flying Apes seized the ropes with their paws and flew slowly into the sky carrying the four helpless friends, carrying them away to Cunta's castle and whatever fate awaited them there.
Now, just this very morning, at the very moment that the flying apes were capturing Sally and her friends, a handsome young man was waking up in his royally furnished room in the Palace of Cooze. The young man was Coozma, Emperor of all Cooze. He and the wizard were the rulers of the whole land, though their law was light and easy, making no demands upon the good folk of Cooze. For this reason they were both right well loved by the people, whenever they happened to think about it.
Coozma, the emperor, had only lately come to the Pussy-Pink City to take his rightful place. For many years Coozma had been lost, and everyone believed him to have been killed in the Horrendible Mountains by the savage Bum-biters. But actually Coozma had been happy and well, and having many adventures.
He had been transformed by the evil magic of Dykey (remember her) and he was Cooza, a lovely and sweet young girl. And Cooza had lived with Jack Turniphead, in a quaint little house, with his friend the wooden hobby horse. And Jack Turniphead was rather quaint too. He was a grotesque figure made of sticks and old clothes with a large yellow turnip for a head. He had been made long before by Clinker, when she was particularly horny, and she had given Jack a marvelous magic cock that was an unfailing staff of delight. But Clinker lost interest in Jack finally, and the poor old turniphead wandered off with Hobby Horse and set up on his own in a cottage made of old boards, scrap metal, and rags.
One day Jack Turniphead came home in a horny mood. He saw young Cooza prancing around the yard on Hobby Horse, riding and riding and having a wonderful time. He looked at Cooza's long, slender legs and her round, firm thighs. He looked at her firm, full boobs bobbing as she bounced. He looked at her long golden curls and her red, moist lips. And he got so horny he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Cooza, my dear," Jack called, "Come here and sit on Uncle Jack's lap!"
Cooza trotted over on Hobby Horse and hopped off. She sat down on Jack's lap and gave a little squeal.
"Oh, Jack dear, what is that poking into my little seat?"
"Oh, Cooza dear, that is just my shaft," Jack said. "It will not hurt you."
"How nice," Cooza smiled. "But wouldn't Uncle Jack's shaft feel better if it was not poking so hard on my little, firm bottom?"
"Yes it would, you dear child," Jack said. "It would feel much, much better if it was poking up inside Cooza's sweet little well."
"Oh, Jack! What fun!" Cooza squealed. "Where is my little well?"
"Why, Cooza," Jack gasped, "it is right between your darling legs!"
Cooza hopped off Jack's lap and lifted her dear little skirt. She pulled down her panties and looked at her tender quim with its golden haze of yellow curls.
"You mean here, Jack dear?" she said, "In my little coozy?"
"Yes, my love," Jack groaned. "In your sweet little cooze!"
Jack fell to his knees and with trembling fingers he parted the tender lips of Cooza's maiden coozy. He inserted a finger in her sweet, virgin hole and probed for the maiden obstruction. He was. surprised when his finger slid all the way up the hot, creamy channel. Cooza's maidenhead was long gone from her constant riding on Hobby Horse. Jack's pole throbbed with delighted anticipation.
"Ooh, Jack!" Cooza gasped. "That feels so good. Let us hurry and put your shaft in it. Oh, hurry! It feels so good!"
Cooza tore off her dress and fumbled with the buttons of Jack's pants. As soon as the turniphead's big prick popped out, Cooza grabbed it in her little hand. She laughed happily when she saw the size of it. "Oh, dear Jack," she cried, "this should be even better than tickling!"
"Tickling?" Jack panted. "What do you mean, tickling?"
"Why, I mean tickling my coozy," Cooza squealed. "I ride on Hobby Horse and rub my coozy, and then the most heavenly feeling comes over me. And now I feel like I'm about to get that feeling again!"
"Yes! Yes, that's the way it is!" Jack gasped. "Now lie down and let me put it in you and we'll both come together!"
Cooza lay right down on the ground, spreading her dress under her. She parted her slender, white legs and spread her little pink gash to Jack. "I think you are going to fuck me," she sighed. "I have wondered when you'd ever get around to it!"
Jack knelt and bent over the beautiful girl. He bent and planted a turniphead kiss between the pouting lips.
"Oh, Jack!" the girl moaned, "Do it again! Suck my coozy some!"
Jack sucked and sucked and the honey-dew flowed. He sucked until he thought his cock was going to explode, then Cooza gasped. "Now!" she cried. "I'm coming so nicely, now stick it in and let's fuck!"
Jack Turniphead shoved his root into Cooza's little cunt. Cooza grabbed it and steered it right up her slot, and when it sank all the way home, she groaned and wrapped her long, slender legs across Jack's back. "Now drive it!" she cried. "Fuck me full of your shaft!"
Jack drove it to her, filling the sweet little hole with throbbing cock. Cooza humped right back at him and their crotches smacked together in a solid embrace. Almost at once Cooza started spending her love-honey and she squealed aloud. "Oh, my dear Jack!" she cried. "Shoot off now! I'm going to heaven, it feels so good!"
Jack spurted his load and it gushed from him over and over to fill the little cunt and pour back out onto the ground. When he finally stopped coming, Jack knew that he was fucked out for a while. He pulled his soft meat out of the tight coozy and sat up to look at the girl.
"Do it some more!" Cooza cried. "I love to fuck-make me have some more comes!"
"I can't right now, darling Cooza," Jack sighed. "You are so good that I lost all my spunk. I'm soft now, and it will be a while before I can go again."
"Then suck my coozy some more," Cooza gasped. "Suck me off until you get hard again. I don't want to stop coming until I go blind!"
Later Cooza learned that she could substitute a big wax candle for Jack's unreliable prick and then she could make herself happy all the time. And Cooza lived as Jack's love for many years, fucking and sucking and masturbating in between.
Then, just a few years before Sally got sucked off by the tornado, Clinker happened to remember her old animated dildo, Jack Turniphead. At once she set off in her spit-bubble to try the old cock again. But when Clinker got to Jack's house she met Cooza and fell for the lovely girl at once. She had a quick fuck with Jack, but found that the Turniphead had gotten used to a better class of cooze and was only good for one ride. So Clinker went outside to visit with little Cooza.
They sat on a bench and Clinker felt her twat start to burn. "Tell me, Cooza dear," she said, "Do you know very much about love?"
"Oh, yes indeed," Cooza smiled. "But I have never done it with a lady. Can you show me what we should do?"
"Oh, you marvelous child!" Clinker cried. "Yes I can, and it's the easiest thing in the world. I will suck your little quim and you can suck mine."
"How delightful, Clinker!" Cooza said.
"And while we suck, I can fuck my cunt with my candle!"
Cooza and Clinker lapped and sucked and frigged and jerked each other and the more they did it, the more Clinker wanted. Finally the beautiful witch sighed and said, "Oh, darling Cooza, how I wish you were a boy so you could put a real fuck in me!"
"Oh, Clinker, so do I," Cooza gasped. "But if I did, aren't you afraid I might knock you up?"
"Shit on it!" Clinker groaned. "I'll take my chances!" She picked up her wand and waved it at the lovely girl, and there she was, changed into a handsome blonde young man with a nice, fat, eight inch hard-on. Even as the boy grabbed his prick in his fist and jerked on it in wonder, Clinker recognized him.
"Good gaw!" she grunted. "I know who you are! You're Coozma, the emperor of all Cooze. Fuck me quick, my darling! My cunt's on fire for it!"
Thus Prince Coozma, the emperor, was found at last. He returned to the Pussy-Pink City at once to take up his duties, and he was delighted with his new-found position. And Clinker came often to visit and teach him how to do it as a man. But poor old Jack was left with only his fist to fuck and Hobby Horse for company. "Shit fire!" he would often say, "even old loose-lip Clinker would be better than this!" Then he would go back to it, beating his prick and dreaming of the good old days.
But on this morning, the morning of Sally's capture by the flying apes, Coozma was distracted, irritable and discontent. He was getting all the pussy any man could use, but he was longing for true love. Moodily flogging off his morning hard-on he thought about the kind of girl he could really love.
"She must, of course, be beautiful," Coozma muttered. "But she must also be sweet and good, wise and passionate, but not so fuck-crazy that she would give it away to strangers."
Coozma jerked faster and looked out of the window, "I'd want her to have black hair and long legs, firm boobs, and a tight cooze," he panted. "And I'd love it best of all if her name were Sally!"
Coozma beat his meat harder and was about to come. "And if she loved to give head and liked making out with girls," he groaned, "then I'd just die for her love! Oh gaw, I'm coming! Sally darling, I'm coming!"
And he shot the royal load out through the window to the street far below. And just as Coozma shot off through the window, Sally and her friends were dumped on the floor at Cunta's feet. They lay there tied up so they couldn't move while Cunta laughed in evil glee.
"Untie them" she ordered. "Let them stand up."
Cunta's zombie guards, a troop of men that the witch had fucked the brains out of, cut the ropes and let the friends get to their feet. Sally looked the witch in the eye and challenged her.
"What do you want with us, you evil, ugly old witch?" she demanded.
"My name is Cunta, dearie," the witch said. "And all I want is for you to love me, you and your friends."
"Oh? Well, that will be difficult, Cunta. Lion doesn't have the nerve. Scarecrow has no balls and Tinny has no coozy. I'm the only one who has what it takes, and I saw your nasty old pussy at Tin Girl's house. Frankly, I'd puke if I tried to touch the stinky thing, much less give you any head."
"But I could touch yours," Cunta simpered. "I can make you come until you beg to give me the Ruby Slippers."
"Oh no! I know that's what you're after. But Clinker, the good witch of the North said I would be safe as long as I kept them on."
"Safe, maybe," Cunta growled. "But what about your friends."
"Oh dear," Sally said. "What about them?"
"I can do what I like with them. The Ruby Slippers don't protect them."
"Don't listen, Sally," Lion growled. "We can take it!"
Then the witch came up with the sinker. "And I have your nasty little crotch-dog, too. After I finish with Scarecrow and Tin Girl, and Lion, too, I'll fix his smelly little ass!"
"Not Popo!" Sally cried. "You wouldn't hurt poor Popo!"
"No," Cunta smiled, "I won't hurt him, if you give me head-and the Ruby Slippers."
"Ugh!" Sally gagged. "I can't. Your pussy smells like hyena farts!"
"Then Tin Girl!" Cunta snarled. "You come here and eat my sweet box!"
Tinny walked slowly up to the throne. Cunta hooked her legs over the arms of the chair and pulled her skirt up. She pulled the lank lips open and spread her gape-jawed, flap-lipped, reeking, drooling cooze. Tin Girl stared into the deep, dank, dark, and foul depths and sighed.
"Well," she said, "it is more than I have. Nasty and foul as it is, she has one and I don't. I just hope I don't throw up in it."
"Aw, no fair, Cunta," Scarecrow called. "Tinny's naked and you aren't. You ought to undress too."
"Ah hah! A good idea, Straw-ass. Then you can suck my boobs while Tinny sucks my cunt."
The witch took off the ugly dress and tossed aside her hat. She kicked her shoes off and laid her broom on the floor beside them. The friends gasped in shock at the transformation. Cunta's pussy was pink and tight and her tits hard and delicious. "Holy gaw!" Scarecrow hissed. "Now I could eat some of that myself."
"Ooh, so could I!" Sally cried. "Go on, Tinny! Isn't she pretty!"
"Yes, let me at it!" Tinny laughed. "Oh, Miss Witch, open the sweet thing. Now I'm ready to go down on you all you want."
"Just warm her up, darling!" Scarecrow yelled. "Then I'll put the prong to her and make her come till she sees stars!"
Tin Girl went down on Cunta and started sucking. In a moment Cunta was groaning and gasping foul words as Tinny's lips went for her cream. Then Scarecrow pulled the Tin Maiden off and shoved his cock deep in Cunta's flowing hole. He humped his long pole in and out while the witch came again and again. Sally ran over to Lion and lay down with her legs spread.
"Lick my pussy, dear Lion," she panted. "I'm so horny! Lick my slit and I'll suck your cock!"
In a very few minutes the witch had forgotten all of her evil plans as she got her first hot, honest fuck in many years.
"Oh, dear gaw! What is happening to me?" she cried. "Oh shit! Fuck me hard, Straw-man! I think I'm falling in love! Oh! Oh my! I'm coming again, sweetheart! I'm coming so good!"
"Glub!" Sally agreed, her mouth full of lion cock. "Glub, glub! Goog!"
Tin Girl was frantic. She snatched the witch's broom and rubbed it in her crotch, sliding it back and forth. The broom handle forced a deep dent in the tin and frigged on her hot nerve ends. Tin Girl rubbed furiously and started coming too.
"She's got it!" the zombies mumbled. "Tin Girl's got the broom!"
"What?" Cunta shrieked. "What did you say, oh! Oh darling, fuck! I'm doing it again!"
Scarecrow started shooting and his load brought Cunta to her finish. She screamed and writhed as she clamped down on the hot rod, coming until she went blind and dizzy. As Scarecrow's prick slithered out of her, Cunta slumped down on her throne and gasped for breath. Then she began to recover. Her eyes opened and she saw Tinny flogging her crotch with the broom. "Ah hah! Getting it on with my broom, are you? As soon as you come, dear, bring it to me and we'll use it to fuck Sally."
Tinny finished her come and looked at Sally eating Lion. Then she saw the sly look in Cunta's eyes. "Oh, that sounds like fun," she cried. "But let's give it to Sally so she can fuck herself with it!"
She staggered over to Sally and put the broom in her hands. "Here, Sally. Now you have the broomstick of the wicked witch of the West!"
"Oh goog!" Sally gurgled, gulping down lion jizm. She swallowed and gulped and Lion started going soft. His cock shriveled and slid out of her mouth and Sally turned her head to see what Tinny was saying. She saw the broom and giggled.
"Oh, thank you, Tinny, but I'm not ready to do that yet. I had a good come, but I'm not going to fuck anything inside my coozy."
"No! No," Tinny cried. "You have the broom now!"
"Yes! yes," the zombies mumbled. "You have the broom and the Ruby Slippers! You have overcome the witch and you are the most powerful in all Cooze!"
"Oh, oh dear!" Sally said. "But I didn't overcome her, Scarecrow's fucking made her overcome. But thank you, Scarecrow-and, oh gee, I do have her broom!"
Sally scrambled to her feet. Her legs were trembling from her repeated comes, but she lifted the broom and looked at Cunta.
The girl was a dream of loveliness as she stood there so bravely. Her coral-tipped boobs and her pink-lipped cooze drew all eyes as she wiped the last of the lion jizm off her red lips and chin.
"If this broom holds Cunta's power," she said, "Then I command you to kneel to me!"
Cunta crawled over to Sally and knelt. The sweet and innocent girl put her hand under
Cunta's chin and raised her head.
"Poor Cunta," she said, "I think you have just been sick and are not evil at all."
Sally kissed the deposed witch and played with her firm tits. Cunta moaned and writhed against Sally's legs.
"Dear Cunta," Sally went on, "come with us to the Pussy-Pink City. We can love each other and give each other head all we want to there."
"Oh, Sally!" Cunta sobbed. "Eat me, Sally! Go down on me just once, please!"
"Hey, what about us?" the zombie guards yelled.
"You are all free!" Sally cried. "I release you from the power of the broom!"
"And so are my flying apes!" Cunta cried. "Let them go too, Sally. Now suck my clit-just one little suck?"
"First, Cunta, you must give Popo back to me," Sally said. "Then, since you ask me so sweetly, I will suck your pussy just one time. Then we have to go back to Cooze with the broomstick."
Just then Popo came running into the throne room. Barking happily he jumped into Sally's arms and started licking her tits.
"Oh, Popo! You are safe! Look, darling doggy, we have won! Now I am going to suck dear Cunta's pussy and then we will go back to Cooze."