Chapter 8
Just as Sally started to go down on Cunta a huge spit bubble came floating in the window. It broke with a soggy pop and Clinker the Good stood before them.
"You have won, Sally!" Clinker cried. "Now you must go back to Cooze-what are you doing, girl? Oh, gaw! You aren't getting ready to eat Cunta, are you? I hoped to get some head from you myself!"
"I promised," Sally said. "Besides, she hasn't really been bad, you know, just mixed up."
"Well, go on and suck her off if you must," Clinker sighed. "I'll just have me a quick fuck on Scarecrow's magnificent prick. Then we will hurry off to the Pussy-Pink City!"
"Oh shit!" Tin Girl cried. "They're going to wear that lovely thing out before I get a hole for it at all!"
Clinker and Scarecrow locked crotches and started fucking while Sally ate Cunta out. The orgy went on for some time and it was past noon before they were ready to leave. Even Lion made it with Clinker before it was over, and the lovely witch of the North was spitting out lion fur for a half hour afterward.
"It's a long way back to Cooze," Scarecrow said. "And right now I don't think I have the strength for the trip."
"Nonsense!" Clinker cried with a silvery laugh. "The Ruby Slippers will take us there in a flash. Everybody hold onto Sally's hands, or something."
Everyone grabbed a piece of the girl.
"Now, just wish yourself back with the wizard," Clinker said.
"Golly gee," Sally said. "I wish we were back with the wizard!"
There was a rush of wind and the whole group whizzed away. The zombies were crying goodbye and then they were standing in the hall of the wizard.
"Why are you here?" the huge head called.
"Oh shit! We forgot Popo!" Sally exclaimed. "Oh, excuse me! I shouldn't say dirty words."
"You left him in the castle," Cunta said. "Hold me tight and we'll come, I mean, go back for him."
Sally wished to be with Popo. The Ruby Slippers whisked her back to Cunta's castle and there was Popo. Sally picked him up and turned to go.
"Wait just a second, Sally," Cunta called. "Let me rub my pussy in your little coozy!"
"Oh dear, not now, Cunta! Can't you wait until this is over?"
Once more the Ruby Slippers did their thing and Sally stood with her friends before the wizard.
"Why have you returned, puny mortals?" the great head was saying.
"Oh Great and Mighty Cooze," Sally cried. "I have brought back the broom of the witch of the West."
"You have? Oh my goodness!" Cooze cried. "Now let me have my pussy!" Tinny cried. "And my balls!" Scarecrow demanded. "And the nerve!"
For a moment there was silence, then the head spoke.
"Well, what about Kansas?"
"What about it?" Sally asked.
"Don't leave us, Sally!" Scarecrow said.
"You know, I think I will stay for a while," the girl said. "I'm beginning to like all the things we do here. But I must go back someday."
"OK," Lion growled. "Let's get on with it. I'm tired of all the assing around. I want the nerve to fuck!"
"Silence! Speak when you are spoken to!"
Cooze bellowed. "Come back here next Tuesday."
Just then Popo barked and lit out across the hall chasing a cat. And from behind a door there popped a fat little man holding a microphone. Sally saw him and called out, "Why, it's Doctor Wonder! What are you doing here?"
The plump little fellow looked back at the group. He saw Sally radiant in her naked beauty, and Cunta, and Clinker, all enough to pull a man's brains down into his balls. And Tin Girl was a vision of lust even without a coozy. The man choked and turned red. "I'm not Doctor whoever," he said. "I'm Cooze-oops!"
He realized that he was standing in the hall with no disguise. "Er, I mean, I work for the wizard!"
"I don't think there is a wizard," Sally said. "I think you have been working a con on these people for years." She shook her finger at the cowering wizard. "You are a great big fake! That's what you are!"
"Well, my dear," the wizard said in a reasonable tone. "I am a fake, but I'm a very good fake. I have kept folks happy here for a long time. Now you just come here, sweet thing. We can settle this between us."
"Oh no, we can't!" Sally said. "You want to fuck me, I see your hard-on! And you don't intend to keep your promises, either. Oh dear! I'm so ashamed! I told my friends that you could help them!"
"Oh my!" the wizard said. "Sally, who is the lovely creature frigging with Clinker?"
"Why, that's Cunta. She was the witch of the West, but she's all reformed now. But I guess she's still got her sex problem, though."
"Err, what sex problem, my dear?" the wizard asked.
"She can't get enough of it," Sally giggled.
"Ah, I see," Cooze smiled. "Well, now that all your problems are fixed up, suppose you let me fondle your sweet little tail, dear child."
The wizard stroked and squeezed Sally's round, pink behind for a few moments. Sally looked puzzled, then asked, "How do you mean, that our problems are fixed up?"
"Why, dear girl, it was Cunta with her broom and Dykey with the Ruby Slippers who put the spell on them, so you can take it off."
"Umm, maybe you'd like to feel my pussy some, too," Sally sighed. "What spell?"
Cooze began to squeeze Sally's box as he explained. "The spell on the prince and princess, of course. Now you can take the spell off and they will be just like they used to be, older, however, thank gaw!"
"Ooh, do it some more! Harder!" Sally moaned. "What prince and princess are you talking about?"
"Dongo and Pussella! The scarecrow and the tin girl! They are-oh dear!" Cooze jerked his swollen prick out of his pants. Sally grabbed it and pressed it into her throbbing slit. She started frigging with the red head, scrubbing it over her clit.
"Oops! I'm going to come!" Cooze gasped.
The wizard spurted his load all over Sally's slit and thighs. The hot, sticky goo smeared the black hairs and dripped down her legs. Sally whimpered and crushed the softening meat against her slit to finish getting off. When she got there, rubbing her sloppy slit with the wizard's limp dick, she sank to the floor to catch her breath. Tin Girl came over to her. "Sally, is it possible?" she asked.
Scarecrow joined her. "Try it, Sally! Break the spell!"
"Oh gee, I don't know how," Sally panted. "Maybe Cunta will help, or Clinker."
"Not right now they can't," Lion said as he came over to sit beside his friends. "They're so far out of it they might never come back."
Cunta and Clinker were wrapped up in a hot sixty-nine. Cunta was on top with her face buried in the sweet, golden quim while her crotch was pressing down on Clinker's hungry mouth. They were slurping each other like pigs at a trough of slop.
"Just say it's off!" Tinny cried.
"Yes, tell us to be the way we should be," Scarecrow said.
"Well, all right," Sally agreed. "The spell is broken! Be the way you ought to be!"
"I gotta have some of that!" Lion roared. He sprang over to the two muffing witches and mounted Cunta's writhing ass. He jammed his stiff prick into Cunta's open gash and began to hump.
"Golly!" Sally laughed. "He's sure got the nerve at last."
"Oh, Pussella, I love you!"
"Dongo, darling! Let's do it, right now!"
Sally looked back at Tinny and Scarecrow. In their place stood a handsome young man and a lovely girl. "It worked!" Sally cried. "Wow! Look at them!"
Dongo and Pussella were embracing, trying to squeeze together in a single space. Pussella sank to the floor and pulled Dongo down on top of her. Her thighs fell open and in a single motion she took Dongo's long tool all the way up her burning cunt.
"Oh gaw! He's in me!" Pussella moaned. "You are in my pussy, darling! Keep it there! Fuck me forever-oh, fuck me, Dongo darling!"
"There," Cooze said smugly. "You see, everything has worked out just fine."
"For them," Sally said. "But I still don't know how to get back to Kansas."
"Woof, woof, woof!" Popo said, sniffing the scent of pussy cat.
"Don't you?" Cooze said with a grin. "What are you going to do with the Ruby Slippers?"
Sally looked down at her feet. "Oh gee," she said. "Will they-oh wow!"
"Any time you are ready," Cooze said. "But first let's get your friends fixed up with rooms. If you will get the lion off Cunta's ass and pull the witches apart I will separate Dongo and Pussella. My gracious! Look at them fucking!"
Sally pulled Lion off Cunta and his spurting prick popped out of her tight hole with a loud bang. Then she pried the two witches apart, pulling Cunta's head out of Clinker's cunt. The two dizzy women scrambled to their feet and looked around in a daze.
Clinker giggled breathlessly. "Sweet climax!" she gasped. "I never had head like that before."
"Clinker, Cunta dear, Cooze wants us to have rooms here in Cooze," Sally said.
"Oh, Clinker, nobody ever sucked me so sweetly before," Cunta panted. "Let's do it some more!"
"Yes, no, Cooze, oh, Sally," Clinker gasped, "I can't stay here, you know. I must go back to my own land. And Cunta, you must come and visit me for awhile."
"Yes! I'll come with you," Cunta said. "And come and come and come! Oh, my sweet, I haven't had such fun in years!"
Clinker puckered up and started blowing a spit bubble. Cunta wrapped her arms around the blonde sex-pot and the bubble swelled to enclose them both. It grew and grew until it started floating off.
"Golly, Clinker, thank you for helping us," Sally called. "Goodbye, Cunta! I'm glad we got to be friends."
The spit bubble floated out the window and disappeared toward the north. Lion looked around and grinned. "I done it!" he roared. "Did you see me fuck Cunta? Hey, Sally, how about a piece now? I'll jape your little coozy until you're yelling for help!"
"Oh, thank you, dear Lion," Sally said, "but I'm not ready for that yet. Let's follow Cooze to our rooms."
Popo scampered along after them as they followed the wizard to a long hall behind the chambers of Cooze. Doors from the hall opened into many bedrooms, each with its own bath. "Here we are, my dears," Cooze chuckled. "I will send girls to attend to your wants."
"Send me six," Lion growled. "I'll let you know when they wear out."
"We just want to fuck," Pussella sighed. "We'll see you tomorrow. Come Dongo, there's the bed!"
"Well, shall I send someone to you, Sally?" the wizard asked.
"Oh, I can care for myself," Sally said. Just leave me and Popo, and we will rest and bathe."
Thus the brave friends parted for a while to rest in their comfortable rooms. Sally and Popo explored the furnishings of their room. Sally took off the ruby slippers and put them under the bed. She stood the broom in a corner and went into the bath.
"Golly, Popo!" she cried, "it's got an indoor toilet!"
"Rowf, rowf!" Popo said.
"Meow, meow!" called a cat from the window.
"Rowf, rowf, rowf!" Popo exclaimed. He ran toward the cat. The cat spit at Popo and jumped down from the window. It ran across the room and out the door with Popo right behind. The cat led Popo down the hall and into another room. "Golly, now where is he going?" Sally sighed.
However, she was sure that Popo would be safe now in the palace of Cooze so she hurried to take a good, hot bath. She slipped into the tub and had the best bath of her life. It even had a water operated dildo and a nice, soft slit-tickler. Sally looked at the dildo and even picked it up, but she dropped it again and just had a little one with the tickler. Finally, with all the weariness of her adventures soaked out of her body and with her little slit all pink and clean and tingling like a fresh April morning she got out of the tub and went to the big, soft bed, all turned back with satin sheets and silk cushions.
"Now I think I'll take a nice nap," she said. "The bed looks so comfortable."
Soon the darling girl was sound asleep, one hand cupping her innocent, delicious, virgin coozy and the other cradling her smooth cheek on the pillow. After Sally had been asleep for almost an hour Popo came trotting back into the room. And behind Popo came Coozma, prince and emperor of Cooze.
Popo had followed the seductive pussy cat into the prince's room. Here he cornered the pretty little creature and, before the cat could agree to his offer, he had jumped her, japed her, nipped and flipped her and filled her little kitty-cat cunt for the best fuck of that cat's life. And Prince Coozma saw it all. In a flaming rage at the rape of his dear pussy, he followed Popo back to Sally's room, ready to punish the dog's owner.
"Gaw! What vision is this?" Coozma gasped when his eyes fell on Sally's sleeping form. He stood and gazed at the beautiful girl, slowly creeping closer to the bed. As his eyes feasted, his heart swelled with adoration. Here she was, the exact and perfect girl of all his fevered dreams, the queen of his desire.
Coozma watched Sally until the girl stirred in her sleep. Her hand moved on her shiny black bush and her delicious little bottom began to twitch. Her nipples grew hard and her breath grew fast.
"Oh, the darling," Coozma whispered, "the sweet darling is having a dream."
Prince Coozma bent closer. He put his lips on a coral nipple and sucked gently. "Oh, yes, Clinker, suck me!" Sally whispered.
Instantly Coozma was on fire. He struggled out of his pants and got on the bed between Sally's legs. He went back to sucking her nipples as he tried to get into her coozy with his aching prick. Sally seemed to be helping as her dear legs opened and her little bottom pushed up at the hard rod. Coozma felt himself at the gates of paradise, and he pushed his way in.
"Oh! Who are you?" Sally cried, waking from her dream of love.
Coozma shoved harder and felt his prick break past Sally's virginity. As he plunged to the deepest sweet secret of his unknown love he gasped, "I am Coozma. Oh, I love you! I love you!"
Before Sally could begin to repel this assault on her cherished virtue, the sweet words and the thrilling heat of Coozma in her most sensitive parts set her afire with burning passion. She drew up her knees and jammed her darling nest up to meet the prince's drive. She put her arms around him and rolled her hips from side to side.
"Oh, I couldn't wait!" Coozma gasped. "I had to have you!"
"Hush, my darling," Sally murmured. "Just fuck me, oh fuck me! We can introduce ourselves later! Oh! I love it! Oh gosh, I'm coming! Fuck me-I'm coming! Fuck fast! Oh, fuck-fuck-fuck!"
"Oh, I am in heaven!" Coozma moaned. "This is the best I've had since I was a girl!"
Coozma started coming and he filled the sweet honey-pot with burning jizm. Sally came again and again, clutching the prince by his love pole with a spasming set of cunt muscles that worked like a well-oiled milking machine.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Sally moaned. "Oh God, why did I wait so long!"
When the lovers' first passion was spent they lay together breathless and soaked with sweat. Slowly Coozma's big dick shriveled and shrank inside Sally, and the girl giggled at the sensation of it going down in her cunt. Finally, when the prince had only a trace of his size left Sally let him get off her.
"Oh, darling, I loved that," Sally sighed. "Who did you say you are?"
Coozma sat up. While he again feasted his eyes, he introduced himself. As he finished his life story Sally looked at him. Then she sat up and kissed him deeply.
"Gee, Coozma," she said, "if that's true, then you know more about getting fucked than I do! But how did you keep from having a baby all those years that you were doing it with Jack Turniphead?"
Coozma blushed a rosy red and looked at his cream trickling out of Sally's filled-up pussy. He saw the faint tinge of red from his darling's just destroyed virginity.
"Oh, my darling!" he gasped. "You were a virgin!"
"Oh, yes. And if you hadn't done what you did, I still would be. But I'm glad you did. All those Sunday School tales are just so much shit! Fucking is the best thing there is-even on an empty stomach!"
Sally's last words put the capper on Coozma's shame. Here was the girl he had longed for, dreamed of, jerked off about, a hungry guest in his palace, and he had raped her and stolen her virginity, without even feeding her. Hungry and a stranger, and he had acted like a savage!
"Oh, curse my fucking prick!" he cried. "I have been a beast and should be castrated!"
"Oh by gosh, no!" Sally screamed. "Just when you have taught me the most wonderful joy in the world, you want to cut off the tool for it! I won't have it, I tell you! No! No indeed!"
"But you are hungry and a stranger, and I don't even know your name, or where you came from, or what you have been doing, or where you are going, or . . . "
"Oh, hush, darling," Sally smiled. "There is no mystery about me. I'm Sally Hales from Kansas and the wizard sent me to get the witch of the West's broom so he could give Pussella a coozy and Dongo his balls and Lion the nerve and send me home to Kansas, and we did, and he did, except for me and Popo, and . . . "
"Wait! Wait, my love. You go too fast for me. The wizard sent you? The limp old fart never tells me anything! And your name is Sally? Oh, my heart! I know I shall die! Marry me, Sally, be my queen and rule all Cooze with me!"
"Oh, Coozma, you are so silly! We have only just met. We can't get married just like that. And I really must go back to Kansas."
"But I love you-and I rule Cooze!"
"Oh, well, I love you, too. But I love Scarecrow and Tinny-or Dongo and Pussella, as they are now. And I love Clinker and Cunta too. Besides, a good marriage must be based on other things than sex alone."
"How do you know that?"
"It's what Miss White, my Sunday School teacher tells us. See my medal?"
Sally showed Coozma her medal, the only thing she was wearing. "But, darling," she went on, "you never told me how you kept from getting knocked up when you were a girl and fucked so much with Jack Turniphead."
Coozma took Sally back to the bath and showed her how to use the douche. As he saw his cum flushed out of the darling hole he sighed longingly. "Oh, Sally, sometimes I do miss being a girl. I could fuck so much more then."
Sally laughed as she dried her box. "Well, I do have the Ruby Slippers and the broom!"
"Oh! The broom and the slippers! Why, Sally, you have more power than even the wizard!"
"I know that, dear. And when I leave, Coozma, darling, you shall have them. But now I am really hungry. You don't suppose-"
"I'm sure that Cooze has ordered a banquet to celebrate your victory over the wicked Cunta," the prince said. "I'll send for maids to dress us both. Then I will meet your friends at the banquet."
Coozma pulled a bell rope and in a moment a troop of lovely girls came flocking into the room. They began to giggle when they saw the prince so obviously head over heels in love. His prick was hard again and he was breathing fast. And Sally was looking with hunger at the hard shaft and thinking of how good a big drink of cum would be.
The maids were getting awfully wet in their little boxes too, some for the royal hard-on and some for the lovely black-haired cooze.
At last Sally and the prince were dressed for the banquet. Sally wore a simple gown of emeralds and rubies that was cut low to show off her darling boobs and high enough to flash her sweet, black hairs with every step. She wore the Ruby Slippers and a crown of gold and diamonds. Around her neck she wore her Sunday School medal and on her wrist was a bracelet of platinum and sapphires.
Coozma wore the simple uniform of an admiral in the Cooze Naval and Air Force and on his head sat the Pussy-Pink-Pearl crown.
Popo was washed and brushed until his coat shone and around his neck was a collar with the medal of a Hero of the Cooze Nation. Popo was very proud, and the prince's pussy cat was even prouder. She had not known that her lover was a hero as well as a grand pussy-stuffer. She purred and purred and wagged her little pink, puffy slit at the dog.
"Urrowf!" Popo muttered, thinking to himself that now he knew why they called it "pussy."
Sally and Coozma met Pussella and Dongo as they came into the hall. Dongo wore the sky-blue uniform of the Cooze Balloon Corps and Pussella had on a light blue gown under gold lace that set off her platinum hair and her new-found coozy.
"Oh, Tinny! You are so beautiful!" Sally cried. "And Scarecrow, you are so handsome!"
"Oh, Sally, he fucks me so wonderfully! I thought I was going to die," Pussella giggled. "Dear Sally, you must do it soon! You will love it."
Sally blushed furiously, her lovely features turning red as a rose. "Oh, Tinny, I mean, Pussella, I did, and I do! Prince Coozma raped me while I was asleep and it was glorious! I know that I will want to do it some more, even if I do still feel that it is naughty. But it feels so good! I just wish it was nice."
"Well, Sally, you didn't think it was nice to jack off or to give head," Dongo laughed.
"Oh, well, that was different, sort of. It isn't like going all the way. Besides, Miss White never said not to suck cock. I really must talk to her when I get home."
"Oh, Sally," Coozma said, "Do you give head too? Please, don't leave me, my darling! I'll die without you!"
"Dear Coozma, if I go, perhaps I can come back to you," Sally said. "Now let's hurry in to the banquet. I need to get my strength up for tonight."
"For tonight?"
"Yes! Aren't we going to fuck some more?" the girl asked innocently.
The great hall of the palace was a blaze of glory. The wizard had ordered the finest banquet ever served for the heroes and for all the happy r inhabitants of Pussy-Pink City. Everyone cheered as the four friends were introduced, but the loudest cheering of all was for Sally. She was the instant love of all. Lion was a great success too and he quickly arranged to meet three duchesses and a countess after the banquet. "But, Sally, I still want some of your pretty Kansas cunt," he said. "You're still the one I love best."
"Oh, Lion, I do owe you a fuck or two," Sally said. "But not yet, darling Lion. Not yet."
Dish after delicious dish was served and everyone ate until he could eat no more. Just at the end of the meal a monstrous bubble sailed into the hall and there stood Clinker and Cunta, both beautifully dressed for the party.
"Clinker! Clinker!" the crowd roared.
"And who is her friend, that beautiful lady in red?"
Clinker introduced Cunta to the people of Cooze and their cheers rocked the towers. The people of Cooze do love a reformed witch, especially if she is beautiful-and looks like she will fuck, because what they love most is a piece of strange cooze.
At last the banquet was over. There were cries for Sally to tell them about her adventures. At first she resisted but at last the shy and lovely miss was persuaded to rise.
"Golly, dear Coozers, I really don't know what to say. I have had a wonderful time and everybody has been awfully nice to me and to Popo. Well, gee, I hate to leave, but I really have to get back to Kansas."
"Don't leave us, Sally! Stay here, we love you!" the crowd shouted.
"Well, I can always come back-I will come back, real soon. But I have to go now. Aunty Sue and Uncle Willy will be awfully worried, and they really do need their house. But golly gee! I love all of you, too!"
"What about me?" Coozma asked. "And what about tonight?"
"I have to go right now," Sally said. "If we fuck one more time, I won't ever be able to leave!"
Then she called Popo to her. She was radiant in her youth and the flush of just discovered sex. Pricks got hard as rocks when the girl wet her lips. Cunts got wet when the girl tossed her head. Then she was gone. Sally had wished to be back on the front porch of the Hales' cottage and in a flick she was there, in the center of the Muchfuck village.
Sally looked at the quaint and pretty streets. She saw the good Muchfucks busy about their affairs, which were principally fucking, although some of them specialized in giving head.
Sally watched the horny Muchfucks for a moment and she giggled. Her voice made the Muchfucks look at her and then Sally flashed them. Pricks and coozes, green-furred and wet, flashed back.
"Golly, Popo, we'll have to come here for a visit, too," Sally said.
"Woof, woof!" Popo agreed. He had seen a lovely green pussy cat flashing at him.
Sally went in the house. She quickly took off her party dress. She put on cotton panties, bra, slip, vest, three petticoats, a gingham skirt and a white shirtwaist. She took off the Ruby Slippers and pulled on white cotton stockings over her long and shapely legs. She hid the jewels and slipped the Ruby Slippers back on.
"Now, Ruby Slippers, take us home to Uncle Willy's farm in Kansas!" she called. There was a whoosh, a roar, and a spin. Then there was a bump and silence, broken by the crowing of a rooster.