Wizard of Ooz

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Wizard of OozDorothy rushed back to Aunt Em’s trailer as fast as she could.”She isn’t coming yet. Toto – did she hurt you? She tried to, didn’t she? Come on, we’ll go tell Uncle Henry and Auntie Em!” she said. Toto tried to hump her arm as she carried him. “Aunt Em,” Dorothy cried out as she burst into the crowded trailer, “Ms. Gulch was holding Toto under her dress and making him…””Not now, dear. We have to sort these car stereos and CD’s the boys found.” “But Aunt Em, poor Toto couldn’t breath in…””Don’t bother us now, Dorothy. Billy-Bob will be here soon and we have to get a fair price for these things,” Uncle Henry said. “Oh Hunk,” Dorothy said, turning her attention to their lock man. “She lured him in by sitting on a bunch of dog biscuits.””Don’t you have any confidence, Dorothy?””Sure I do, Hunk,” she said, stroking his package. He had a nice package and she touched it whenever no one was looking. “Well why don’t you show it? Your biscuits are every bit as nice as Ms. Gulch. You should have been waving your biscuits under Toto’s nose so he wouldn’t go sniffing after hers.” “Oh Hunk, you just don’t understand,” Dorothy said. “Heck, Dorothy, you’re just too shy to stand up to that dyke. If I was you, I’d of stuck my boobs right in her face and said; “Toto ain’t licking nobody’s twat but mine.””Dorothy turned, but got tangled in all the wires from the day’s booty, and fell face first into Beth’s ample breasts. She had to use her nipples as handholds to get up again, and Beth shivered when Dorothy let go. “Oh Beth,” Dorothy said. “I do believe my boobs would have more effect on you than Ms. Gulch.” “Ho, ho,” Hick laughed. “I think she got you on that one.” Hick was souping up a White Dragon Vibrator in hopes of creating the world’s first endless orgasm machine.”Why don’t you hold this between your legs and stare at Dorothy’s tits while I turn it on?” he added. “You three better stop goofing off and help out,” Aunt Em said, “or we won’t have enough money to pay those lawyers.” “I’ll be able to afford a dream team once I build an endless orgasm machine,” Hick said.”Well don’t go committing no murders just yet, O.J.,” Aunt Em said.They were still laughing when Dorothy slammed the screen door of the trailer and went over to the carport. “They don’t understand, Toto,” Dorothy said, as her precious little dog wrapped his front legs around her calf. Settling back into a reclining plastic deck chair, Dorothy clasped her hands behind her head and started to sing. “Somewhere, over the rainbow, theptqptft…” She pulled the little bundle of fur off her face and tried again. “There’s a land that I dream of, theptqptft…, damn it, Toto!””I’ll take that,” the sinister voice of Ms. Gulch said and she plucked Toto off Dorothy’s face. “What the fuck’s your problem, bitch?” Dorothy said in her sweet little voice. “No pets are allowed in this trailer park,” she said, smugly.”Aunt Em!” Dorothy screeched. The whole crew boiled out of the trailer in time to see Ms. Gulch putting a leather studded collar on Toto, along with a leather vest, booties, and a blindfold. “Kinky,” Aunt Em said, but came to herself when she saw how upset Dorothy was. “What do you think you’re doing with Dorothy’s dog?” “No pets allowed, remember?” Gulch said. “Unless I get to keep it, I’ll have the manager over. You don’t want the manager snooping around your trailer, do you?”Aunt Em, Uncle Henry, and the three boosters all took big gulps. “No,” they said. Dorothy stared at her “family” in disbelief. “Your not going to let her do that, are you?””She’s got the law on her side,” Aunt Em said. “But she won’t have a leg to stand on once Rex gets back from the vet.””Won’t have much need for your little dog once I get Rex back,” Almira Gulch smirked. Dorothy watched with impotent fury as Ms. Gulch hooked Toto’s leash on her reclining deck chair and took her panties off. Once she had arranged herself, and slid her ass down Toto’s leash, all that could be seen of Dorothy’s dog was an active lump under Ms. Gulch’s dress.”I’m getting my brass knuckles,” Dorothy muttered under her breath as she went inside. She was still searching through her dresser when Toto came slipping and sliding through his doggie-door, trying to keep his footing with the little booties on his feet. “Toto,” Dorothy cried, picking him up and letting him lick her mouth. The smell of Ms. Gulch mingled with his normal dog smells. “We’d better get out of here.” They were less than a mile from the trailer park when they ran across a small Winnebago with “Vote for Bob Marvel” banners all over it. It was the LaSharo model, so of course it was broken down. “Hey there, sweet thing. Are you going to vote for me?” “Naw. None of my kin pays much attention to politics. Hell, most of us can’t read, much less make an intelligent decision about who to vote for.””Hell’s bells, girl. You’re my constitutes, then. Take these sample ballots and tell your family that I’ll give each of them twenty bucks if they’ll vote for me.” “Can’t. I’m running off so they can’t take my dog away from me.” “Tell you what. You get them to vote for me, and I’ll pass a law so they can’t take your dog,” Bob Marvel said. “Cool,” Dorothy said, taking the ballots. “Hurry home,” he said. “The weather channel says there’s a storm coming. Dorothy checked the darkening sky, but wasn’t worried about it. The massive thunderheads were miles to the north, and heading north-east. “Look at that,” Dorothy told Toto as a huge funnel cloud formed. It was way north, clear over in the next county, so she wasn’t too concerned as she made her way past the other trailers. “Where’d everyone go?” she asked when she got home. The F-5 tornado had been tearing up the cornfields for over a mile, and had dropped down to an F-3 on its way to extinction when it suddenly saw the trailer park. Making a hard right turn, it quickly gained its former strength as it hurried down. It hoped it could get there before any of the other tornadoes spotted the trailer park. “Oh joy,” said the tornado as it flattened everything in sight. “Oh my, look at that.” A foxy looking babe had ducked into a trailer to get away from him. He couldn’t believe his luck. He picked the entire trailer up and had the tornadic equivalent of an orgasm as he threw the trailer this way and that. When he finally blew his wad, the force of it threw Dorothy and her trailer clear into another world. The Land of Ooz!”This sucks,” Dorothy said as she surveyed the chaos. Everything in the trailer was busted, and the doors were completely gone. Stepping outside, she was greeted by an even bigger surprise. She had landed in what looked like an elaborately colorful amusement park. Even more interesting, her trailer was surrounded by a large number of small men with extremely large packages. “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” she said, leering at their bulges. Just then, an executive helicopter landed, and an extremely attractive looking woman in a chiffon evening gown stepped out.”Are you an honest lawyer, or an evil lawyer,” she asked. “I didn’t know there was any such thing as an honest lawyer,” Dorothy said.The beautiful woman scowled at the small men with large packages as they all snickered. “Why are they snickering?” Dorothy asked. “Because I’m an honest lawyer. My name is Glenda, honest lawyer of the north,” she said. The snickers turned into full-bodied laughs, and the small men rolled on the ground in mirth. Even Glenda’s angry glare could not stop them. “Anyway,” she went on, casting a last glance of annoyance at the small men, “You’ve rid this land of the Wicked Lawyer of the West by destroying her with that strange building. You are a hero to these people and can demand any sexual favors you wish of them.” “Ah, that’s nice,” Dorothy, said. “But I don’t think she’s dead.”From the waist down, the Wicked Lawyer of the West was kicking and squirming in a very lively fashion. Her dress was pinned up under the trailer, along with the rest of her, but her ass jiggled under the ruby-red panties as her bare legs kicked wildly. Glenda’s musical voice joined the small men as they all laughed at this.”My dear,” she said. “Can’t you see that liquid seeping out from under the building?””Why, yes,” Dorothy said. “That’s the stuff from her breast implants. You’ve popped her boobs. Without big boobs, all females of the west are as good as dead.””Of course,” Dorothy said, feeling foolish. It was just like California in her own world. “But wouldn’t men with homosexual tendencies still be interested in her ass?”Dorothy sat on the thrashing legs to keep them still, and pointed out how attractive the ruby-red clad ass was. Even Dorothy found her ass strangely enticing as she franticly squirmed. “Not in Ooz,” Glenda said. With that, everyone dropped their drawers and turned around. “Wow!” Dorothy said. It was the finest display of backsides she had ever seen. Every one of them was so perfect that she wanted to touch them. As if reading her mind, one after another of the small men drew near and let her touch their backsides. She spanked many of these tight buns and had to kiss several others. “A girl could go crazy in a place like this,” she said, rubbing her cheek on a particularly smooth derrière. “Aha!” came a coarse voice. The air had become chill, and all the small men pulled up their pants. “Who destroyed my sister?” Dorothy could instantly see that this pinch-faced woman frightened those around her, and that this might be a dangerous situation. “She did it,” Dorothy said, pointing at Glenda. Unfortunately, everyone else was pointing at Dorothy. “Shit,” Dorothy muttered when she saw that even Glenda was pointing at her. “It was an accident,” she said. “She was following too close, I signaled, and a deer ran out in front of me.””We’ll see how that holds up in court,” the evil lawyer said with a nasty laugh. “Aren’t you forgetting the ruby-red panties?” Glenda said. “I’ll tend to you later,” the evil lawyer said, and reached down to pull the panties off her sister. It happened so fast, that Dorothy jumped, and then did a double take. The wicked lawyer of the east had her face buried in the cheeks of her sisters ass, and was stuck there while the ass went up and down. “Te-he-he,” laughed Glenda, her voice sounding like a musical bell. “Ho, ho, ho,” laughed the small men, their voices sounding like an emergency broadcast test. “What’s she doing?” asked Dorothy. “She’s giving her sister oral pleasure,” Glenda giggled, “And won’t be able to stop until her sister comes. That should give me plenty of time to bring you up to speed on how things work around here.” Dorothy tried to pay attention as Glenda explained the Goldbrick road that led to Workers Paradise City, but the up and down movement of the ruby-red panties, as well as the face riding the soft folds, kept distracting her. She was rhythmically squeezing her own legs by the time wicked of the west had her legs wrapped around wicked of the east’s head and had an orgasm. “Intense,” Dorothy said as Wicked East staggered back and wiped her face with the sleeve of her pantsuit. “I always hate it when she does that to me,” East said. “Tell you what, Dorothy, take those panties, give them to me, and I’ll forget about that wrongful destruction suit.” “Don’t do it, Dorothy,” Glenda said. “The ruby-red panties are very powerful.” “Yea, but she doesn’t know how to use them,” East snarled. “I’ll learn,” Dorothy said, rubbing herself between the legs. “I’ll get you for this,” East said, and climbed into her executive chopper. “And I’ll get your little dog, too,” she cackled as she took off. “I get it,” Dorothy said with glee, “since I’m the one who destroyed her, I’m the only one who can take her panties off. Look at the way she’s squirming. This is going to be sexy as hell.””Dorothy, that’s not exactly how…” “I’m going to take your panties off,” Dorothy taunted. “And I’m gonna’ play with your ass.” Dorothy was sitting on the Lawyers ass, and bouncing in time with her singsong. She was tickling the helpless lawyer’s ribs and rubbing her crotch on the woman’s backside when her hand touched the ruby-red panties. “Oh dear,” Glenda said as Dorothy’s face buried itself in the lawyer’s ass. “Now you’ll have to wait until she comes again before you can take them off.”Dorothy didn’t have any major hang-ups about making it with another woman. She’d practiced kissing with a very close friend several times, and once they’d even touched each other in that special place while they practiced. This was very different. She didn’t even know this woman, and the way the disembodied pubic areas were rubbing on her face was totally gross. “Help!” came Dorothy’s muffled cry. “Somebody get me out of here.” She could feel the rough hands of the small men, on her legs, but soon realized that they weren’t trying to free her. They had taken off her panties, and the packages she’d so admired were now fighting for entrance into her pussy and ass. “Holy shit!” Dorothy yelled. They filled her fore and aft, stretching her sphincter with consummate skill and delving into her pussy to depths she’d never thought possible. A tongue made sure her clit didn’t get lonely, and unseen lips captured each of her nipples. Each of her hands were guided around a dick, and her mind disconnected as crazy-making time started. “You’ve made the Munchers very happy,” Glenda said. “With the Wicked Lawyer of the West destroyed, all the sexual harassment laws are rescinded. You are now their Queen.””Ahhhh!!” Dorothy moaned into the ruby-red panties. The Wicked Lawyer of the West had a violent orgasm, nearly breaking Dorothy’s neck, and the small men with large packages quickly wrapped things up when Dorothy’s face was finally freed from the ruby-red panties. “You can take the ruby-red panties off her now,” Glenda said. “Ah, blub blah sheuver, yatheish,” Dorothy said. “Are you all right?” Glenda asked.”Ya-blah yeesh,” Dorothy smiled. “You have to take them off her before she gets horny again,” Glenda warned the grinning Dorothy. “Yesh, hokay,” Dorothy said. The Wicked Lawyer started struggling as soon as Dorothy started slowly pulling her panties down. “What a pretty ass you have,” Dorothy said as she pulled the panties below the creamy white cheeks. Dorothy kissed each ass cheek of the squirming lawyer. Once she’d worked the panties down to the lawyer’s knees, she took a moment to slide her hand under the woman and diddle her finger in the woman’s pussy. The reaction was quite satisfactory.”You’re killing us, your majesty,” one of the small men said. Dorothy looked lazily over her shoulder at the one who spoke, and saw that he was at the head of a rather long line of small men with large erections. “I don’t think I can handle another round just yet,” Dorothy said. “Oh, we’re not waiting for you, your majesty,” he said, looking at the lawyer’s squirming ass. “Oh,” Dorothy said, a little disappointed. “I suppose I should just take her panties, then.” The Wicked Lawyer did everything she could to keep Dorothy from taking her panties off. She held her legs together, tried to kick, and even locked her ankles. The wild gyrations made Dorothy’s job much more fun, and she divided her efforts between inching the panties lower and playing with the woman’s privates. The woman’s clean-shaven pussy, and the tight little pucker of her ass were getting Dorothy very moist.”I can’t imagine what’s come over me,” Dorothy said to Glenda. “It’s as if I have erogenous zones in my fingers.””How is that?” Glenda asked. “I think I could come by just doing this,” Dorothy answered, running her finger in and out of the Lawyer’s ass. “It’s getting me excited too,” Glenda said. “Do you mind?”Dorothy made room for Glenda, and they took turnes sticking their fingers into the Wicked Lawyer’s squirming ass and seeing how far they could stick their hands up her pussy. They finally had to stop when showers of cum started hitting them from the surrounding small men. “Let’s let them have her,” Glenda moaned, grasping Dorothy’s hand. “Yeah,” Dorothy said, licking her lips. They went to a nearby bench, but Dorothy slipped on the ruby-red panties when Glenda’s back was turned. “These magic panties are great,” Dorothy said, relaxing on the bench. There was a hint of reproach in Glenda’s eyes. “Hey, I had to see if they worked,” Dorothy said as Glenda’s mouth sucked on her pussy. Glenda gave her a cross look. “Party pooper,” Dorothy said, and dropped her skirt over the Honest Lawyer’s head. “You’re really making me feel good, you know,” she added, gently stroking the head under her dress and rolling her hips. “So what can that Wicked Lawyer of the East do to me?” Dorothy asked. She normally wouldn’t want any distractions when someone was nuzzling her down there, but with the magic panties, she didn’t have to worry about her stopping. “She can get the great politician of Ooz to pass a law against you,” came the muffled reply. “Hm,” Dorothy said, pulling the crotch of her panties aside so Glenda’s tongue could get to work. “If he passes a law, you’ll be locked in a small room and have to perform in front of a web-cam twenty-four hours a day,” Glenda said.”Lick around the rest of me, not just my clit,” Dorothy said. “So how do I stop her?”Glenda took a moment to bring Dorothy closer before answering. “Get there first, I suppose,” she said. “Hm,” Dorothy said, then forgot all her questions. Glenda had a very educated tongue, and Dorothy realized that the Honest Lawyer would soon be free if she didn’t concentrate on holding back. “Slow down,” Dorothy gasped, biting her lower lip.”Not a chance,” Glenda said, and attacked Dorothy’s clit with a vengeance. “Oh no,” Dorothy wailed as waves of pleasure washed over her. “Stop, please.” “Your turn,” Glenda said, hiking up her skirt and revealing azure-blue panties. “Aw, shit,” was all Dorothy could get out before Glenda’s magic panties drew her into the other woman’s crotch. The Honest Lawyer came very quickly, and the two of them laughed together at the way they had tricked each other. “I never thought I’d enjoy doing that sort of thing,” Dorothy said. “You mean making love to another woman?” Glenda asked, teasing Dorothy’s nipple with her finger. Dorothy shivered and squirmed, then pushed Glenda’s hand away.”Yes. I’m not a lesbian, you know. At least I never thought I was.” “You’re in Ooz now,” Glenda said. “Everything is sex here.” With that, Glenda planted a big kiss on Dorothy’s lips and their tongues explored each other’s mouths for a long time before they broke it. “I suppose I should get started for that politicians city,” Dorothy said. “Yes, I suppose you should,” Glenda said. It was accidental, but both of them happened to touch the other’s panties as they started to get up. The effect was immediate.”We’re going to have to be more careful,” Glenda giggled from between Dorothy’s legs. “Tell me about it,” Dorothy said from between Glenda’s. “Have you ever thought of shaving down here?” Glenda said. Dorothy giggled as she licked Glenda’s bald beaver. When last we saw Dorothy, she was using the magical panties to make Glenda, the Honest Lawyer (He-he) of the North, give her oral pleasure. They form a friendship, helped by the fact that Glenda has similar panties, and we rejoin them as each has her mouth magically held in the other ones crotch. Dorothy giggled as she licked Glenda’s bald beaver. Her magic panties were keeping Glenda’s mouth glued to her unshaved one, and it tickled whenever Glenda tried to get the hair out of her mouth. “Why should I shave when that feels so good?” Dorothy said. She dipped her tongue into the Honest Lawyer’s sweet tasting cooze, noting the somewhat cooler liquid that was welling up. Glenda could bitch and moan all she wanted, but there was no doubt in Dorothy’s mind that the Honest Lawyer was more excited than she wanted to admit. “This hair is disgusting,” Glenda whined. “You’re not even all that clean,” she added.Glenda was getting upset for more than just Dorothy’s lack of consideration for those trapped between her legs. The young out-worlder had somehow assumed the top position in their sixty-nine, and for the first time in her life, Glenda felt as if she was the one being used. The overeager hip thrusts were making Glenda hang on for dear life, and the degrading nature of it all was pushing her toward orgasm much faster than she wanted. The last thing she wanted was to come first. “You love it,” Dorothy called, giving Glenda’s clit a couple of quick flicks. “You’re a filthy pig and you love it nasty.””No!” Glenda cried. It had turned into a war. Glenda knew that if she came first, Dorothy would be freed from the magic hold of Glenda’s panties. Then she could change her position, get comfortable, and be able to move herself out of range whenever she got close to climaxing. Glenda would be trapped under Dorothy for as long as the young woman wanted. Mustering all of her considerable self-control, Glenda held her own excitement in check and attacked Dorothy’s clit with every bit of cunning her lawyer’s tongue possessed. “Oh no,” Dorothy moaned. She could feel the momentum shifting as the tongue found new and exciting things to do to her. She had to do something to take back the initiative, but the tingling was moving up her belly and her mind was already starting to disconnect. “You asked for it,” Dorothy said as soon as the idea hit her. She’d had to pee when she was rushing back to her trailer, and during her time in Ooz, she’d never had a chance. She tried to open the flood, but only a few drops came out. “What are you doing?” Glenda spluttered. “I’m going to pee in your face while you eat me,” Dorothy said, squeezing out a few more drops. “No!” Glenda said, with grim determination. She tried to find Dorothy’s urethra and plug it with her tongue. She didn’t get it right, and Dorothy’s bouncing hips made sure she didn’t. A small trickle of urine dribbled into Glenda’s mouth.”No, Dorothy, please,” Glenda cried out. “Too late,” Dorothy said. It was getting easier to pee, and she really had to go. “You don’t have to drink it, if you don’t want to, but all my nice, warm pee is going in your face right now.” It wasn’t the gusher that Dorothy wanted, but the stop and go streams kept Glenda spluttering and gasping and Dorothy turned her full attention to Glenda’s clit. “You like being my toilet, don’t you slut? How does it taste, how does it smell?”The warm trickle continued, some running down Dorothy’s legs, but nearly all going into Glenda’s mouth and over her face. Glenda’s degradation was complete when, with her eyes screwed tight and Dorothy’s hot piss gushing over her, she lost control of her traitorous body and started to come.”No,” she blubbered, almost in tears. She reached orgasm just as Dorothy got the stream going steady, and climaxed with the foul liquid pouring onto her. “Was it good for you?” Dorothy asked. She was laughing maliciously as she turned around and squatted astride Glenda’s face.”You win,” Glenda said, quietly. Her eyes were squeezed tight, and her mouth was open, awaiting the return of Dorothy’s pussy. “Thank you, Glenda,” Dorothy said. She closed the gap, and Glenda’s soft lips touched the sensitive flesh. “I never realized how useful a lawyer’s training could be for something like this,” Dorothy cooed as her insides churned with delight. She thought about Hunk’s beautiful package, and the lovely backsides of the small men. She twisted her nipples, and even reached back and toyed with Glenda’s. She didn’t have any intention of keeping Glenda down there any longer than it took for her to come, but it was one of those long, slow orgasms that she wanted to go on forever. “Oh yes,” she gasped. She wanted to kiss Glenda’s face, tell her how much she loved what she was doing, but all she could do was quiver with delight as the Honest Lawyer’s baby-blue eyes looked up at her from between her legs. “Oh Glenda, oh yes. Suck it. Suck it into your mouth. That’s it. Oh yes!” “I’m sorry, Glenda. That felt so good, I couldn’t stop,” Dorothy said, as she helped Glenda wipe her face. “It’s all right,” Glenda said. “You were enjoying it so much, it was starting to get me excited again.” Dorothy quickly pulled her hands back, keeping them away from Glenda’s magic panties. They both laughed and laughed over this, until they were weak. “I’ve got to get to Worker’s Paradise City,” Dorothy said. “Any chance you could give me a lift in your chopper?””Oh, I’m so sorry, Dorothy. I’m afraid I can’t.” “Why not?” Dorothy asked. “I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask Katnipper.” Glenda said. They both looked out the computer screen, waiting for the writer to explain why Dorothy would have to go traipsing through dangerous forests and poisonous poppy fields when Glenda had a perfectly good mode of transportation right there. Katnipper flipped them the bone and told them to get back to work. (Don’t you hate it when characters try to do the logical thing? It’s enough to screw up the best of stories.)Both of them stuck their tongues out, at which point Kat started a new story:The Magic Computer by KatnipperKat had been writing late into the night, knowing she’d have plenty of time for her secret pastime with her husband out of town. Bill was a nice enough guy, but his idea of wild sex was watching a porn movie before his standard, wham, bam, thank you ma’am. Kat’s world was filled with far more than the simple in and out that he thought of as sex. Kat had been plugging along at a good clip, when her characters started getting out of hand. The stupid creatures wanted to skip the very heart of the story by taking a helicopter to Workers Paradise mersin escort City. Being a God in this little world, Kat didn’t bother to explain the whys and wherefores; she just told them to get back to work. When they defiantly stuck their tongues out, the lines of cold words suddenly turned into two very attractive women. Kat blinked her eyes, shook her head a couple times, and looked again. They were still there, and their little pink tongues were still wiggling. Kat’s heart started thumping, and she looked guiltily around the empty room. Her rum and coke was only the watery amber of melted ice in the glass beside her computer, so this seemed like a good time to refresh it. “I should have had some dinner before I got started,” she said as she staggered to the kitchen. Back with a fresh drink, she smiled at the screen. There were words on it again, and she could get back to work. One person, identified only as Anonymous, had sent feedback saying, “Please, continue with the foolishness.” Soon after, five more sent encouragement, some even leaving their e-mail addresses so she could send back thanks. These people were like, real fans or something. Six of the five hundred or so who had read it, actually liked it enough to send feedback. She’d be damned if she’d let a couple of uppity characters slow her down. She was going to finish chapter two, for them! Quickly scanning the last words she had written, she had to blink when the words once again turned into two attractive women with their tongues sticking out. She downed her drink and went back for yet another. She snuck up on her computer when she came back with a fresh drink, and the two women had their faces up against the inside of the screen, trying to peek around at her. “Washa hell you think you’re doing,” Kat said, trying to push their faces back away from the computers screen. The instant her hand reached the point where the screen should have been, it passed through, and the two women grabbed it. With a rush of strange smells and warm, humid air, the two of them came out of the computer, and were standing beside Kat. “What a shit-hole,” Dorothy said. “I was going to straighten thing up tomorrow,” Kat said. “Wait a minute, you live in an overcrowded trailer,” she added. “Yeah, but at least we put things away. This is a mess. Come to think of it, you’re a mess too,” she added, looking directly at Kat. Kat pulled her ratty cloth robe closed, and tried to get her hair in some semblance of order. She wouldn’t have wanted to be caught dead looking like this, and to have the essence of what she considered to be perfect female beauty looking at her like this was humiliating. “I wasn’t expecting company,” Kat said, weakly. “Besides, the only reason the two of you look so good is because I made you that way.” “Oh course, dear,” said Glenda. “That must be why I look exactly like Glenda from the movie.” “Hold it,” said Dorothy, “why do I look like Liza Minelli in Cabaret?”Kat averted her gaze. She always dreamed that she could be like Liza’s character in Cabaret, and used that image for all her strong female characters. “I found the bedroom,” came Glenda’s voice from the other room. “Cool,” said Dorothy, holding out her hand to Kat. “I don’t actually do stuff like that,” Kat said. “I just write lesbian stuff; I wouldn’t dream of doing it. I’m happily married!””Bullshit,” Dorothy said, taking Kat’s hand and drawing her to her feet. “I’ve never…, I can’t…” “I never, I can’t,” Dorothy mimicked. “You just write lesbian scenes for the men who read it, huh?” “Yes, that’s the only reason,” Kat said as Dorothy pushed her onto the bed. Flushed with the booze, and a strange excitement about what was about to happen, Kat centered herself on the bed. They were both beautiful. Glenda, with her curly blonde locks, ample breasts, and angelic face, had a sensual aura about her that was making Kat want to loose herself in the woman’s embrace. Dorothy, with her Liza Minelli body and bearing, had the sexual aggressiveness that Kat would be glad to surrender to. “They’re not real,” Kat whispered in a drunken slur. They were undressing, and giving Kat snide smiles as each item of clothing was dropped on the floor. “Not a lesbian, huh?” Dorothy said, squeezing her breasts, and flicking her tongue at Kat. Kat’s face burned bright red as her whole body responded to this lewd display. They were both so beautiful, and they wanted her. They were her own creations, with a little help from a couple of movies, and their very existence was for her pleasure. How could she say no, when it was so obviously her secret desire to be seduced into lesbian sex? Quickly shedding every scrap of clothing, she waited spread-eagle on the bed. “Just this once,” Kat sighed, closing her eyes. “Here, pull my panties down,” said Glenda. “Mine too,” said Dorothy. Kat hooked a finger in each of their waistbands, and instantly found her face pressed against someone’s crotch. “Not too bright, is she?” Glenda said.”Guess not,” Dorothy said. “Kat sounds like a sexy name,” Glenda said, “but you seem to forget that we can see you.””I’m not that bad looking,” Kat’s muffled voice came from between them. “Who told you that, your mother?” Dorothy asked. “Or your husband, when he was horny,” Glenda added. They both laughed. “This isn’t what I wanted. You were supposed to make love to me,” Kat complained as Glenda ground herself on Kat’s face. “I never wanted to do this part of it. Let me up!””Sorry, sweetheart. You made the rules, now you have to live with them. Besides, Glenda and I enjoy making love to each other.””That’s right,” Glenda said. “What could be sexier than kissing and fondling with Dorothy while you work on us down there. This is going to be a better lovemaking scene than any of that crap back in Ooz.” With that, the two fictional characters started kissing and caressing each other, while Kat helplessly serviced them. Since they weren’t governed by the rules of reality, their lovemaking lasted the entire night. “Whose turn is it?” Dorothy asked.”Mine, I think,” Glenda replied. She stretched her panties over Kat’s head, and patted it into the perfect position. With her hands resting gently on the back of the woman’s head, she let Dorothy suck on her nipples. Not only did her nipples get hard and soft exactly like a male penis, the sensation of lips toying with the inch-long nipples were just as exciting as a man getting a blowjob. She knew she was going to come soon, since the pint or so of female lubricant was already flowing out of her cunt. She wondered how real women were able to enjoy themselves with the surprisingly small amount that they produced. “I’m commmming!” Glenda wailed, and started a thirty minute long orgasm. Kat was weakly clawing at Dorothy’s thighs, milky-white liquid dribbling out of her nose and mouth as she gasped for breath. “No more, please, no,” she gasped as Dorothy’s ruby-red panties closed over her head. Dorothy rolled onto her back, adjusted Kat’s head, and let Glenda play with her tits while she waited for her thirty-minute orgasm. By then, Glenda would be ready again. It was an all night tag-team, interrupted only once when Kat heaved her guts out. The girls quickly cleaned the face of the limp and unresisting woman, then tucked her head back into their panties and continued with their lovemaking. It was an endless orgy of one steaming, hot, sopping wet pussy after the other. Kat was no more than a rag doll that they passed between them as they made love to each other. People sometimes go mad in situations like that, sometime they give up so totally that they become zombies. Kat did neither. Even as Glenda pushed Kat’s head down the back of her panties, and giggled as Kat’s tongue entered the tight pucker of her ass, the helpless woman clung to her ace in the hole. She’d be getting back to The Wizard of Ooz story, and the outline was very fuzzy. THE ENDBack to the Wizard of Ozz and the incredibly awful things that are going to happen to Dorothy and that bitch Lawyer.The small men stopped screwing the Evil Lawyer of the West when they heard Glenda’s helicopter crash. They rushed to the flaming wreckage and pulling her out in the nick of time. “It’s amazing that she survived,” one said. “Her magic panties didn’t,” said another. They all watched as the last charred remnant of the powerful panties slid from her attractive ass. “Look what happened to her hair,” they gasped. Gone were the rich, full-bodied, golden curls. In its place was a head full of split ends, with unruly strands sticking out at odd angles, and a couple of rollers permanently embedded in it. A large zit was forming in the middle of her forehead, and another one was forming on the tip of her nose. “Let me die,” cried Glenda.”No,” said the small men, putting a bag over her head. “You are still useful to society.” They led her back to their village, where all the small men whose wives or girlfriends wouldn’t consent to anal sex finally got to enjoy this unique pleasure. “You shouldn’t have made me do all those things to that wonderful woman in the real world,” Dorothy said to Glenda as a particularly well-endowed small man forced his cock into her ass. “Fuck you,” grunted Glenda as the huge cock impaled her. “I think you have the wrong attitude,” Dorothy said. “I can’t wait to get another chance to go to the real world and give that woman the sexual pleasure she so richly deserves.” “I hate you,” Glenda wailed. Something told Dorothy to turn Glenda onto her back and take the bag off her head. Squatting over her head, Dorothy took a very long pee. Glenda’s orgasm started when the first drops hit her face, and continued until the last drops fell. It was the most intense orgasm of her life, and she knew that from now on, someone pissing in her face would be her only sexual satisfaction. “Please, someone else piss on me,” Glenda begged. “Please,” Dorothy intoned solemnly, “let me somehow bring pleasure to Kat, creator of all things good, and the real love of my life.”A sudden attack of gas told Dorothy it was time to get started on her adventure, and she had a feeling that Ooz wouldn’t be as bright and cheery as she’d thought earlier. She was very nervous about the perilous road to Workers Paradise City, and her apprehension was justified. Unbeknownst to her, her little dog, Toto, had become a lycanthrope in Ooz’s magical environs, and his beady little eyes followed her with a new interest as they set off on their journey. His studded leather collar snapped and fell off, as he got bigger, and the little leather sheath that Ms. Gulch had fashioned for his little doggie pecker ripped as that organ assumed more impressive proportions. “We’re off to see the Wizard,” Dorothy sang, and started skipping down the road. “The wonderful Wizard of cooze,” Toto finished, tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Toto, you can talk,” Dorothy said with delight. “And that’s not all,” Toto said, knocking her flat with his front paws. “Down boy,” Dorothy said, trying to crawl away. Toto ran around her, going back and forth, nipping at her, and driving her off the road. He kept herding her in this way until she was near a white board fence. Then, with several skillful moves, he got her head stuck between the second and third board. “Toto loves, Dorothy,” Toto said, wrapping his front legs around her waist. “Aw, come on,” Dorothy said. “Isn’t there some rule against b********y?” “I don’t think so,” Toto said. “We’ll check later.” “Wait a minute,” Dorothy said. “I got you when you were a puppy. That was only two years ago. It would be c***d porn if you fuck me.” “Dog years, remember?””That still only makes you f******n,” Dorothy said. “Yeah, but dogs mature faster than humans.””Doesn’t matter. The laws the law.” “Shit,” said Toto, licking himself. “I don’t think you can do that, either,” Dorothy said. “Don’t push it,” Toto growled. Once Dorothy got her head out from between the boards, she did a number of strange things. First, she took her ruby-red panties off, then, holding them out in front of her, she made kissy faces and wiggled her tongue. She even opened her blouse, rubbed her tits, and hiked up her dress. The only reaction she got was from Toto, who’d grown to the size of a Great Dane, and whose cock now rivaled Hunk’s. “Any time you want me, I’m yours,” Dorothy said with a sexy smile. She batted her eyes, writhed her body and hugged herself, but the only thing that happened was that the air got colder. “Come on, Toto,” Dorothy said. “Let’s have some wonderful adventures on our way to Workers Paradise City.” Singing, “Life is a Cabaret,” as she skipped down the road, Dorothy stopped every few yards to stick her butt out or lift her leg high over her head. The dance was very alluring, and two observers, beside Toto, watched with lust filled interest. The Wicked Lawyer of the East, watching through her crystal ball, found the ruby-red panties twirling on Dorothy’s finger just as exciting as the creamy-smooth flesh they’d so recently covered. Another set of eyes watched Dorothy’s antics, but her husband was back from his trip. There’d be no way she could do anything with that little slut with her husband around, and she still hadn’t figured out how she’d gotten them out of the computer the first time. “I’ll get you, my pretty,” two voices said in unison. The new, improved Toto loped through the two separate views, and again in unison, they said, “And your little dog, too.” Dorothy soon tired of her burlesque act, and started walking normally. She even put the ruby-red panties back on. Toto, once the discovery of his age reached Ooz Magic Central, reverted to a normal dog. Things looked a lot like home for Dorothy as she trudged along the endless road, surrounded by miles of cornfields. “This is really starting to suck,” Dorothy said, as her sweat soaked hair and clothing all hung limply. “Arf,” said Toto. A mile later, Dorothy started walking with her hand extended, and her middle finger sticking up. It suddenly got much hotter, the faint breeze stopped, and the humidity went up to 113%.”All right,” Dorothy said. Her hand dropped to her side, and she stood there panting through her mouth. The heat and humidity remained high.After only a few more yards, Dorothy started clawing desperately at her clothes. A few moments later, she was walking in just her bra and panties. A faint breeze picked up, and the temperature went down a degree or two. “Thank you,” Dorothy said, looking skyward. “You won’t regret it, I promise.””Arf,” said Toto.”Look, Toto, a forest,” Dorothy said. “Shade!” she added, picking up her pace. “Arf, arf, arf,” said Toto, running ahead. Dorothy stopped ten yards from the forest and pondered the fact that the road branched out in three directions. “Now which way do we go?””That way is very nice,” said a voice. “Who said that?” Dorothy asked, jumping half out of her skin. Toto ran into the cornfield and started barking at an absurd looking scarecrow with a stalk of corn sticking out of its pants. “Come here, Toto. That’s just a scarecrow.””That way is nice too,” the scarecrow said. “That’s funny,” Dorothy said. “Wasn’t that stalk of corn pointing the other way a moment ago?””Of course, some people go both ways,” the scarecrow said, and his butt suddenly impaled itself on the stalk of corn.”That’s the trouble,” he went on. “I can’t make up my mind.”Dorothy drew closer, and waited patently until the scarecrow finished screwing its own ass. “How can you be so good at that if you don’t know if you’re gay or not?” Dorothy said. “Lots of people don’t care who they screw,” the scarecrow answered. “Oh, are you a politician?” asked Dorothy.”I don’t think so.””A lawyer?” “No,” the scarecrow said, suddenly offended. “Sorry, that was uncalled for,” Dorothy apologized. “Do you want me to take you off that pole?”The scarecrow was still a little put out about the lawyer crack, but decided that getting off the pole was worth swallowing his pride. “Yes, that would be nice,” he said. “Weren’t you just screwing this ass?” Dorothy asked, as she looked at the way he was impaled. “I was just using the cheeks,” he said, detaching them and demonstrating. “All right, knock it off,” Dorothy said, and started lifting him off the pole. “Ah,” said the scarecrow, and corn oil started squirting out its cornstalk. “I think I have a good idea which way you swing,” said Dorothy as she lifted his light body off the pole. There was a loud sucking pop when the end of the pole came out, and Dorothy wound up entangled with the scarecrow on the ground when it was over. “What way would that be?” asked the scarecrow as his cornstalk poked rhythmically at the crotch of Dorothy’s panties. “Gay, of course,” Dorothy said, trying to get out from under him. “Oh, thank you. I’ve been so confused,” he said.”Sure, if you get your biggest kick out of having your dick up a man’s ass, you’ve got to be gay,” Dorothy said.”But I haven’t got a dame,” said the scarecrow.”Is that music I hear?” Dorothy asked.Scarecrow was straightening his throat, so Dorothy knew that a song was coming.”Oh, I’m a failure, because I haven’t got a dame. Now if I had a dame…” scarecrow started, as an unseen band tuned up. (sing to the tune of “If I only had a brain” from The Wizard of Oz.)”I’d be bonin’ every minute, my groin-cup always in it, screaming out her name. I’d be suckin’ on her tit, while I’m rubbin’ down her clit, if I only had a dame. I would whip her with a lasso, make her little ass hole, making sure she came. I’d be playin’ with her boobs, while I’m shaving off her pubes, if I only had a dame. Now I, can tell you why, my dick would be so red. ‘Cause for hours and hours she’d be givin’ me head, and then I’d come, and come again. I would lick her little twat, hit the G-spot, make her go insane. I’d be always penetrating, even when she’s menstruating, if I only had a dame. (If anyone knows who wrote this parody, please let me know so I can give the author credit)Dorothy tried to sing with him, but the scarecrows corn dick kept sliding past the edge of her panties as he bopped along with the beat. It was very distracting, and his dick was firmly embedded in her pussy by the time he had belted out the last words of his song. “Ah,” Dorothy gasped. The cornstalk was very large, and had amazing ridges. “Careful,” Dorothy said, holding her breath. It felt wonderful, but it was so close to being painful that it made her nervous. “Careful of what?” the scarecrow asked. He was looking around, looking for danger, and oblivious to the fact that his ass was going up and down at an ever increasing speed. “Oh my God,” said Dorothy. The tingles from row after row of kernels vibrating in and out of her pussy were spreading further with every stroke. She had to put a stop to this before her entire body was twitching. Each of his strokes was going fractionally deeper, and there was entirely too much corn yet to go.”What, where?” the scarecrow asked. Dorothy twisted around, regained her feet, but the feather light scarecrow was still in her. “Stop,” Dorothy said, trying to push him away. She had no trouble pushing him, but the important part kept doing her without pause. “Stop!” she screeched, locking her hands around the huge stalk of corn itself. Between the liberal coating of corn oil, and copious quantities of her own lubricating fluids, she wasn’t able to slow its progress in the least. “Ow, oh,” Dorothy said as it reached new depths. “That’s it. I can’t take any more,” she said as her legs got weak. With desperation, Dorothy threw the entire scarecrow aside, only to discover that the corn kept fucking her all by itself. “Help,” she said in a small voice. Saliva dripped from her open mouth as she sank to her hands and knees. She tried to stay in that position as the frightful waves of pleasure washed over her, but her arms gave out and her head sank into the cool grass. Face down, ass up, she moaned uncontrollably as the scarecrow rejoined his appendage, and fucked her from behind. “I can’t take it,” she moaned over and over, but her pussy burned for more. Her orgasmic howls startled birds into flight for miles around, and just when she thought she’d get through this thing with her mind in tact, she felt something pop inside her.”What was that?” she asked. It happened again. “Oh no,” she wailed, tears bursting from her eyes. “Anything but that!”She was lost, her last hope gone. She was loosing her last remnant of self-control, and becoming a mindless a****l.The corn had started to pop. On the far side of Ooz, the Evil Lawyer of the East cackled with malicious glee. “Yes, my pretty, enjoy, enjoy. What good is a movie without popcorn? Muhahahahaha!”Her evil laugh stopped in mid-ha-ha when she noticed where Dorothy’s ruby-red panties were. They had somehow slipped down around her knees, and each thrust of the scarecrow’s pelvis was sliding them further down her legs. At this rate, the powerful panties would be completely off that little bitch, and hers for the taking while Dorothy lay senseless after her supernatural screwing. “Get my chopper ready,” Evil East screeched, and ran to the helo pad. Finally done, scarecrow meandered around aimlessly. He knew Dorothy would flop around for a while. He’d never done a human before, but the crows that got too close to his stalk always flopped around like that for a long time after he’d nailed them. He took no interest in her heart-shaped ass sticking up in the air, the sheen on her flawless skin, or the way her pussy lips were slightly parted and beckoning to a pair of unseen eyes a universe away. This essence of female lust was lost on the scarecrow, but was creating turmoil in the unseen one. So intense was this turmoil, that a different story erupted. The Magic Computer, part 2 by KatnipperKat stared at her computer screen. Once again the flesh of the characters she’d been writing about had replaced the words. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the display of Dorothy’s womanhood, and downed the entire water glass full of Long Island Iced Tea with her eyes glued to Dorothy’s pussy. “I’m not a lesbian,” she kept repeating in her drunken slur.”You say something, hon?” Bill called from the other room.”Just talking to myself,” Kat called. He mumbled something back, but Kat’s mind was on Dorothy. She could smell the girl’s musk, along with the strangely sensual aroma of popcorn. Her breath came quicker as she reached tentatively into the computer screen. Just like before, her hand went into the land of Ooz. “Holy shit,” Kat said as Dorothy materialized on the floor next to Kat’s computer desk. “I’m hitting the rack,” Bill called. “You coming?””Just a sec,” Kat said, quickly closing the office door behind her. “Let me fix you a night-cap.” She ran to her medicine box, found the small bottle she’d been saving, and fixed Bill a drink that would have him out ’till morning. “Hi, Kat,” Dorothy sighed, an idiot grin plastered on her face. “I loved your scarecrow.” “Keep it down,” Kat said, half carrying the beautiful Dorothy to her bedroom. “Who’s that?” Dorothy said, pointing to Kat’s u*********s husband. “Bill. Don’t worry about him.” “He’s kind of cute,” Dorothy said, pulling down the front of his shorts. “Nice pecker,” she added, “but it ain’t no corncob.” “Leave him alone,” Kat said, slapping her hand away. “You’re going to make up for what you did to me last time.” “Sure, sweetie. Anything you want.” With that, Dorothy kissed Kat full on the lips.Kat melted. It was as if everything sweet and gentle that she’d been missing in her life was coming through Dorothy’s lips and into her soul. “I love you, Dorothy,” Kat said, a tear forming in her eye. “Of course you do, sweetheart. Have you seen my ruby-red panties?”Kat looked around, but didn’t remember seeing them. “Don’t worry, I’ll write you another pair. Better ones, twice a powerful.” “You’re so good to me,” Dorothy said, and kissed her again. They started making love, and even in her drunken state, Kat was on the verge of orgasm at Dorothy’s every touch. “What are you doing?” Kat demanded as soon as she noticed. “Nothing important,” Dorothy said. “Just playing with his dick while we make love.” “You can’t touch him, he’s my husband,” Kat said. Kat couldn’t understand why she was so upset that Dorothy was playing with her husband’s dick. He was out for the count, so it wasn’t as if he’d know anything. Was she just upset because Dorothy wasn’t giving her her full attention? Or was it an infringement on her property rights? This was all so confusing. And how had she given him such a hard erection so quickly? “Don’t be silly,” Dorothy said. “We have a perfectly good male going to waste here. Think of him as a living dildo, here for our pleasure.” “That is kind of sexy,” Kat said, looking at her husband in this new light. “Sure it is. Tell you what, climb up on his face and rub yourself on him while we kiss. I have a little trick that will make it delightful for you.”Dorothy got off Kat, and got on top of Bill. Smiling into his slack face, she forced his mouth open and soon had both hands in it as she did something. The gagging and twitching of her u*********s husband was starting to alarm Kat when Dorothy finally sat up with a look of satisfaction. Bill was now lying there with his tongue sticking out. “It’ll stay like that for quite a while,” Dorothy said. “Hop on and we’ll get started.” Kat got astride him and opened her pussy lips as she lowered herself on his tongue. Dorothy was right, there was something sinfully sexy about this. She looked up in time to see his cock disappearing into Dorothy’s cunt. Even with the pleasure between her own legs, something escort mersin about that still bothered her. “He’s just a dildo,” Dorothy said, seeing her expression. “Just think about all the pleasure he’s giving us without getting anything for himself.” That made it better for Kat, and she started moving her pussy up and down his tongue. She didn’t even mind the look of euphoria on Dorothy’s face as she rode her husband’s cock. “Suck my tits,” Dorothy said, squeezing her breasts. Head thrown back, eyes closed, Dorothy whipped her hips back and forth while Bill’s dick thrashed wildly in her cooze. A sticky sweet odor was emanating from her body, and the smell was affecting Kat every bit as much as her husbands tongue. Kat’s eyes fell on Dorothy’s protruding nipples, and she wanted nothing more in the world than to comply with the order. “Yes,” Dorothy cooed as Kat’s lips closed on her. “Suck hard.” The auroras had puffed out as Kat drew near, as if in anticipation of the coming lips, and the nipples had elongated just like little peckers. Dorothy’s shiver of pleasure was instantly echoed in Kat’s body, and the woman suckled at Dorothy’s breast with tears of joy streaming down her face. Milk was coming out. Kat couldn’t understand why, but it was sweet, delicious, and she sucked it out greedily. “Yes,” Dorothy said, kissing the top of her head. “Now the other one.” Kat felt a twinge of dismay when Dorothy pulled the nipple from her mouth, and a wave of carnal pleasure when her searching mouth found the other one. She could almost feel the juices of love start flowing from her pussy when the life-giving milk from Dorothy’s breast started flowing. “Drink, my sweet,” Dorothy said, moving Kat back to the other nipple and pressing her face deeper into her breast. “You love me, remember. You’ll do anything to make my life better.””Yes,” Kat said. She was in pure heaven, and would do anything for Dorothy. Kat couldn’t see the smile that crossed Dorothy’s face or a cloud might have passed over her joy. The fingers that started tugging at her own nipples drove the last of rational thought from her mind, and she started a long, slow orgasm that would leave her a vegetable for hours to come. “That’s my girl,” Dorothy said, helping Kat stretch out on the far edge of the bed. “Why don’t you just rest while I finish up on your Billy boy?”Kat just smiled as the aftershocks washed up and down her body. Dorothy’s face was set with grim determination as she found Kat’s discarded bra and used the strap to tie a tight knot around the base of Bills cock. She stroked him back to full erection, got him back inside her, and rolled so he was on top of her. Cupping his chin in both hands, she straightened her arms, locked her elbows, and started thrashing her hips while his arms dangled limply on either side of her. “You’re so sexy,” Kat whispered as her rag doll husband flopped helplessly in Dorothy’s grasp. “Yeah, thanks,” Dorothy grunted, eyes glued to the man she was using. “You’re so magical. Every move you make is poetry,” Kat sighed. “Whatever,” Dorothy said, and jerked Bill’s head further so his cock would go deeper. “I love you more than anything in the world,” Kat said, and started kissing Dorothy’s shoulder. She kept kissing Dorothy’s shoulder and arm until her husband’s body came crashing down. Dorothy was starting to come, and now had both hands digging into his butt, holding him close as she bounced him between her legs. “Oh yeah, oh yeah,” she growled as he flopped around on top of her. Neither of them saw his eyes flutter open, nor the telltale flex of his hands as he tried to regain control of his body. Too much of the d**g was still coursing in his veins, so he could only watch with dreamlike detachment as his wife professed her love to the woman who was r****g him. “You’re amazing,” Kat said dreamily, fifteen minutes into Dorothy’s orgasm. Kat drifted off to sleep and missed Dorothy’s contemptuous look.”Can you hear me, little boy?” Dorothy whispered into Bill’s ear. She turned Bill’s head to her and smiled into his dazed eyes. “How would you like to have a woman like me at your beck and call for the rest of you life?”Bill’s mouth dropped open, but he couldn’t answer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I could make all your nasty little dreams come true. Want a blowjob while you’re watching football? No problem. Wake up with a woody? There’s my ass on your dick before you’re fully awake. Wouldn’t that be perfect? Hot sex whenever you want without all that foreplay crap?”Bill’s eye stared blankly back at her, but the words were reaching his mind. “I’m your dream girl, Billy-boy, the answer to all your prayers. Now listen carefully, here’s what I want you to do.” THE END OF MAGIC COMPUTER, PART 2 Back to Wizard of Ooz, chapter 3″What happed to my ruby-red panties?” Dorothy asked. “Some lady in a helicopter landed and took them,” the scarecrow said. “Damn,” Dorothy said. “Oh well, I’m sure I’ll find and even better pair.”Dorothy’s mood had improved immensely. The temperature had dropped to a delightful eighty-five degrees, humidity ten percent, and a balmy breeze was blowing.”Okay, scarecrow, let’s see what we can do about your problem. I know that I’ll have to take you to the Wizard of Ooz so he can fix it, but other than being a horny bastard, I’m not sure I know what we’re supposed to fix.” “I think it has something to do with brains,” the scarecrow said. “Good enough,” Dorothy said. “Let’s go.””We’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Ooz,” they sang as they skipped down the road. Birds chirped in tune as Dorothy and the scarecrow skipped down the path, singing and dancing the Wizard of Ooz song. Little Toto barked in counterpoint, and flowers opened whenever they drew near, spilling their sweet scent into the air. “Much more of this and I’m going to puke,” Dorothy said, for some strange reason. “If we keep skipping like this, all my straw will be back on the trail,” said the scarecrow. The urge to sing and skip finally left them, and Dorothy stood panting against a tree while scarecrow tried to retrieve some of his straw. “I don’t suppose there’s a Waffle House in this forest,” Dorothy said. “No, but that looks like an apple tree,” said the scarecrow. “Better than nothing,” Dorothy said, and went to the nearest apple tree. “What do you think you’re doing?” came an irascible voice.Dorothy’s hand had been slapped away by a branch. “Oh, I’m sorry. I keep forgetting I’m not in Kansas. May I have one of your apples?””Hell no,” said the tree. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to grow these things? That’s the trouble with you management types, you let us do all the work and then take the fruits of our labor.” “So what are you going to do with these apples if no one can pick them?” asked Dorothy. “Keep them until they rot!””Rot, rot, rot,” chanted the other trees. “No one touches our apples until our demands are met,” said the first tree.”Rot, rot, rot,” chanted the other trees.”What demands?” asked Dorothy. Silence filled the orchard while the trees thought about it. “Better pay,” whispered the Wicked Lawyer of the East from her hiding place behind the biggest tree.”Better pay,” boomed the big tree. “Shorter hours,” said Wicked East. “Shorter hours,” boomed the big tree. “What are hours?” he whispered to the witch. The Wicked Lawyer of the East had unionized all the apple orchards just in time for Dorothy’s arrival. “Don’t worry about it, Dorothy,” said the scarecrow. “There’s a pear orchard just up the road. We’ll have pears.” “Scab,” screamed the first tree. “Stinking scabs,” boomed the big one. “Scabs, scabs, scabs,” chanted all the other trees, and they started throwing apples at the small party. Dorothy and scarecrow picked up as many as they could carry and ran away. Dorothy mooned them when she thought she was out of range, but the big tree got her right in the butt with the biggest apple she had ever seen. “Ouch!” she cried.All the trees started laughing and pointing at her. “Good shot,” said one. “Like hell,” said another. “How could anyone miss a fat ass like that?” “That does it,” Dorothy said. “Do you have a lighter, scarecrow? I’m going to burn those muther-fuckers to the ground.” “No,” said the scarecrow, “I’m afraid of fire.” He shivered uncontrollably. “Besides, you’re a sweet, innocent girl from Kansas.” “Oh yeah, I forgot,” Dorothy said. She fixed a steely look on the trees and muttered something under her breath, then resumed her girlish smile. “We got plenty of apples,” the scarecrow said cheerfully. “Yes, we did, didn’t we? Where’d that big one go?” “I think I saw it bounce over there.” “Wow, that’s a big one,” Dorothy said. “Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an apple that big before,” said the scarecrow. “Not the apple, that!”Scarecrow joined her, and his head tilted left, then right, then left again as he looked. “What is it?” he asked. “It’s a White Lady Dragon multi function vibrator,” Dorothy said with awe. “See, it has the prongs, rotating beads, and this part squirms around…” she shivered with delight. “What’s this?” said the scarecrow. “Oh my gosh. That’s a Sybian. You sit on it like a horse and it drives you nuts.”Scarecrow started pulling brush and leaves away, until an entire tin man was standing before them. “It’s a tin sex-toy man!” Dorothy said. “Did you hear something?” said the scarecrow. Dorothy had heard it too. She put her ear right next to the tin-man’s Super Ecstasy Squirmy Tongue, and heard it again. “Double A’s,” it said. “Ass, ass,” quipped the scarecrow. Dorothy looked around, and sure enough, there were several AA batteries on the ground. “Where do they go?” she asked. “Up my ass,” said the tin man. “All right!” said the scarecrow.”Damn it, scarecrow,” Dorothy said, trying everything she could to stop him from nailing the tin man. She wound up uselessly holding an armful of straw while the rest of scarecrow humped the tin man’s rear. Scarecrow’s corn oil must have drawn a few more volts from the dead batteries, because tin man’s Squirmy Tongue suddenly came alive and started cycling. “That thing is so creepy,” Dorothy said, holding it lightly with her fingers. She squirmed in spite of herself as she imagined how that would feel between her legs. The tin man was tilting forward dangerously from the rear attack, so Dorothy held him upright while scarecrow screwed him.”I don’t think I like this,” tin man’s weak voice said. “You might as well relax and enjoy it,” Dorothy said, holding him closer. “There’s no stopping him once he gets started. Trust me, I know.” Tin man grunted. “Did he hurt you?” Dorothy asked. “He’s all the way up to my batteries. It feels funny when he compresses the springs.””Hm,” said Dorothy. Even though the Lady Dragon vibrator at his crotch wasn’t working, it was pressed up between her legs as she held the tin man. The prongs were hitting a most fortuitous spot, and the pounding he was getting from behind was translating into delightful vibrations on her clit. The tin man dangled helplessly between them for the next half hour as the scarecrow screwed him from behind and Dorothy wiggled on his front. They reached their climaxes simultaneously, and all tumbled to the ground in a heap. “Wow!” Dorothy said. “If you’re that much fun with all your batteries dead, I can’t imagine how you’ll be when you’re all charged up.” Dorothy was able to find the battery release, and two double A’s dropped out of his butt, along with a puddle of corn oil. Dorothy pushed the release again, and again. No more batteries came out. As soon as she put two new ones in, the tin man came alive. “Oh, thank you,” he said. “Two double A’s?” Dorothy said, incredulously. “What idiot designed a sex toy with only two double A’s? You’ll run out of juice before my mouth gets wet!” “That’s why I so desperately want to get a heart,” said the tin man. “What the hell does a heart have to do with anything?” “You call it an AC adaptor,” tin man said. “If I had a heart, AC adaptor, you could just plug me into a wall outlet and screw around all night.” “Oh, now that makes sense. Scarecrow, grab all those batteries. Let’s get this giggle factory to the Wizard. We’ve come a long way, so it shouldn’t be much further.” “You call that long! Why, you’ve just begun. Muhahahaha.” It was the Wicked Lawyer of the East. Her executive chopper had landed on the roof of a small sex shop nearby. “Hey, Wicked of the East, I was hoping I’d run into you,” Dorothy said. “I had a little accident back home. This rich doctor ran into me while I was parked at a light. It didn’t do much damage, but I wondered if I could sue.” “Oh, you poor dear,” Wicked said, jumping quickly down to the ground. “How’s your neck?””It hurts a little when I twist it this way,” she said. “Those rich bastards think they can get away with anything. He’ll pay. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. We’re going to take that bastard for every penny he’s worth. Where did you say this happened?” “Kansas,” Dorothy said. “You stupid twit! I can’t practice in Kansas. You knew that, didn’t you?” Dorothy gave her her most innocent look. “You two fine gentlemen better think twice about helping this little bitch,” Wicked said to her two friends. “You,” she said, pointing to the scarecrow, “[Literotica has standards too! We will NOT allow anything as vile and disgusting as what the Wicked Lawyer threatens to do to the scarecrow and tin man despoil our site. In fact, Katnipper can expect to get a bill for the psychiatric help the reader of her story had to undergo] ” she ended, pointing at the tin man.With that, she hurled a high face value fire insurance policy at the scarecrow, and took off in her chopper. “Oh no,” cried the scarecrow when he saw how much it was for. Tin man tore up the policy before Dorothy could get a good look at it. “That seemed like an awful lot of zeros,” she reflected quietly. “Well, too late now. Let’s hit the road again.” “You wouldn’t have burned me down for the insurance money, would you?””Of course not,” Dorothy lied. “You’re by best friend. Let’s just forget that nasty Lawyer and get to Ooz.” “To Ooz,” said the scarecrow. “To Ooz,” said the tin man.”We’re off to see the Wizard…” Dorothy sang. The forest kept getting denser and darker as they traveled, until it started freaking Dorothy out. “I don’t like this forest. It’s dark and creepy…Do you suppose we’ll meet any wild a****ls?””There are a****ls,” said the tin man. “Rabbits and deer, right?” Dorothy said. “And lions,” said the tin man. “Lions?” said Dorothy. “And tigers.” “Tigers?””And bears.” “Lions, and tigers, and bears?””Lions and tigers and bears,” said the tin man. “Now I know you’re shitting me. Tigers come from Asia, lions from Africa, and bears are from Yellowstone Park and Canada.””I’ve never heard of those places,” said the tin man. “But this forest has lions and tigers and bears.” “Oh,” said Dorothy. “Lions and tigers and bears.” “Lions and tigers and bears.”The three of them kept saying it over and over again as they tiptoed down the path, until everybody watching them got pissed off. “Arrgghh!” It was a fearsome roar, and it came from very near by. “Arrgghh!” The roar came again, so close that the scarecrow and tin man hugged each other and shook with fear. Dorothy just stared with a puzzled look on her face.”That just sounds like…” Dorothy started, then a tawny figure leaped out of the forest. “a woman,” she finished. “Arrgghh! I’m the meanest, toughest, horniest, dyke lioness in the forest,” she growled. The tin man and scarecrow crouched down, still hugging each other, still shaking. “Come on, I’ll lick any of you,” she said, wiggling her tongue obscenely. “Who’s first? I’ll lick you both. I’ll lick you at the same time, come on.”Scarecrow and tin man duck-walked away from her, shaking their heads no. “I’ll lick you with one lip tied behind me. I’ll lick you standing on one foot, I’ll lick you with my eyes closed.” She kept lunging at them, making them shake more with every word. “Aha, pulling a vibrator on me, huh?” she snarled at the tin man. “Aha, trying to sneak up on me, huh?” she added, spinning on the scarecrow. “Leave us alone,” whined the tin man. “What’s the matter? More woman than you can handle?” said the lioness. “Maybe you’re just a drink mixer.””Now that’s getting personal,” said the scarecrow. “Yes, get up and teach her a lesson,” tin man said. “You teach her.” “Excuse me,” Dorothy said. “What exactly are you supposed to be?””I’m a man hating, girl chasing, razor tongued lesbian dyke lioness,” she said. “And you ought to all be shaking in your boots.” Toto ran around her, yapping all the way. “At least I’ll get you, peewee,” the lioness said, and chased Toto into the woods. “Oh no you don’t,” Dorothy said and took off after them. Toto ran circles around both of them. He also did several figure eights, and a rather impressive spiral. Eventually, Dorothy and the lioness were standing face to face while Toto ran around them. “He’s a fast little shit, isn’t he?” the lioness said. Instead of answering, Dorothy pinched her nipple. “Ouch!” she said, clasping her hands to her breast. Dorothy pinched the other one. “Ow, stop,” she said, moving her hands to that one. Dorothy pinched the first one again. “Stop it!” she yelled, holding a hand over each breast. Dorothy pinched her in the twat. “Stop!” she cried, moving both hands down, whereupon Dorothy pinched both her nipples. She sank to the ground; yelling and begging while Dorothy pinched everything from her butt to her neck. “You want me to stop?” Dorothy asked. “Please.” “Okay,” Dorothy said. Then she grabbed the lionesses face and gave her a big kiss on the lips. “What’d you do that for?” she sobbed. “You’re not a lesbian at all, are you?” Dorothy said. “You’re nothing but a big phony.” “I know. I’m a fake,” she said, bursting into tears. “I just pretend I’m a lesbian so all the men will be interested in me. I’ve never even kissed a girl,” she said, and started bawling at the top of her lungs. “There, there,” Dorothy said, pulling her close and giving her a good hug. “Do you mind?” she said. “Excuuusse me!” Dorothy said, turning her loose. “See, that’s what I mean. I’m too chicken to even share an innocent hug with another woman.” Dorothy held her tongue about how innocent she’d planned to make that hug, and instead said; “There’s nothing wrong with being straight. I met a Jehovah’s Witness from North Carolina who was straight once. Of course, she did have this thing for doorknobs.” “But don’t you see? I want to be a lesbian. I just don’t have the courage. I’m a coward.” “I’ll be glad to help you out,” said Dorothy, licking her lips. “Yuck!” she said. “Sorry. It’s a defense mechanism.””You definitely need some help,” Dorothy said. “I hear you’re going to see the wizard. Mind if I tag along?” she said. “No problem,” said Dorothy. “No problem” was an understatement. Dorothy wanted to be there when this babe got the courage to do it with a woman. She wasn’t a lion in any sense that Dorothy knew, but she wasn’t all that human either. For one thing, she had a tail. A regular lion type tail. It came out at the base of her spine, and Dorothy had an irresistible urge to pull up on it and play with her ass. She had fur, too. Nice, cuddly fur, everywhere but her face and breasts. Dorothy had had a big stuffed teddy bear when she was young, and spent many happy hours with ‘Boo-boo’ between her legs. The thought of riding a living Boo-boo made her mouth water. What would it feel like, stroking that soft fur, feeling her heart thumping in her chest while Dorothy brought her out?He eyes were kind of cat-like, yellow iris and vertical slits, but the best part was that they were so big and innocent looking. How would it be to see those wide, innocent eyes looking up at her, a worried curve in her brow, while Dorothy lowered her pussy on the big cat’s mouth? Where the hell were those ‘super’ panties Katnipper had promised?”No problem at all,” Dorothy said with a growing smile. “I guess you’re one of us, now,” said the scarecrow, linking his arm with hers. “Guess so,” she said, linking her other arm with the tin man. “Aw, shit,” said Dorothy. “Does this mean that we have to go singing and skipping again?” “Yes,” they all said, gleefully. “We’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Ooz. A hell of an Ooz, a dooz of an Ooz, if ever an Ooz there was. If ever you loose the urge to ooz, the Wizard of Ooz, will ooz because, because, because, because, because, becaaaaause…””Yes, sing and dance, my pretties,” said the Wicked Lawyer of the East from her command center. “You wouldn’t take my warning, eh? All the worse for you. I’ll take care of you now instead of later.””You sent for me?” said a swarthy looking winged monkey.”Yes, Manuel, I’d like to prepare a little surprise for my friends, something pretty to the eye and pleasing to the nose. What do you think it should be?” Manuel’s evil smile matched his mistresses. “There it is,” cried the tin man, pointing. “Workers Paradise City,” cried the scarecrow and cowardly lesbo-lion. “That’s not very far at all,” said Dorothy. “All we have to do is cross that white sand beach.” “Yea!” the all cheered, and started running. “Hold it. This isn’t sand,” Dorothy said. She dipped her pinky in it, smelled it, tasted it, and said; “It’s coke!”In a flash, they all looked like Moslems at prayer time. “I love this country,” Dorothy said, coming up for air. “This is great shit,” the cowardly lion said, licking her own face clear up to her eyebrows. Dorothy almost lost interest in the d**gs.”Ah, scarecrow, why are we doing this?” “To defy authority, prove that we have the right to screw ourselves up no matter what ‘the man’ says, and it’s a great excuse for all the stupid things we’d do anyway.” “No, I mean, it doesn’t do anything for either one of us.””That’s not the point, my friend. When you’re doing something really stupid, it’s super-cool to do it with a bunch of friends.” “That make sense,” said the tin man, and he put his face back in the coke. “This is good shit,” said the scarecrow. “Yeah, great shit,” said the tin man. Dorothy, the lioness, and Toto didn’t say anything. They were all twitching on the ground with blood running out of their noses. “Oh no,” said the tin man. “Help, help,” cried the scarecrow. “Help, help, help,” they both cried. Suddenly, Glenda, the Honest Lawyer (he-he) of the North, came floating by, three feet off the ground. Rushing after her were thousands of men trying to piss in her face. The torrents of urine washed all the coke away. “What a rush,” said Dorothy, staggering to her feet. The lioness was still twitching on the ground. “You okay?” Dorothy asked, kneeling down next to her. “Blub-blub-blub-blub-blub,” the lioness said, with the aid of her fingers strumming over her lips. She was completely out of it. “Come on, up you go,” Dorothy said, pulling up on her tail. She giggled. Dorothy reached under her tail and stroked her furry bottom. She giggled again. “Why don’t you two go on ahead and make sure everything’s okay,” Dorothy said.”We can wait until…””Now!” Dorothy snarled. “And take Toto.””Oh. Yeah. Going right now,” said the scarecrow. Dorothy was on the lion’s back, and had reached down to pull her tail up between her legs. The lioness seemed to get control of herself, then burst into giggles again. “You have very nice fur,” Dorothy whispered in her ear. “Thank you.” “I love your furry ass,” Dorothy added.”You don’t think it’s a little fat?” asked the lioness. “”No, I think it’s perfect,” Dorothy said, sliding around, pulling up on her tail, and nuzzling her backside. She broke into wild giggles and tried to squirm away, but Dorothy’s hold on her tail kept her right where she wanted. She found where the fur ended, and flicked her tongue into the tight pucker. Lioness went crazy, kicking wildly and squealing loud enough to wake the dead. Dorothy couldn’t believe how good her gyrations felt. “You’re hotter than a firecracker, aren’t you, my little pussycat?” “It tickles,” she said between gasps. “I’ll show you tickles,” Dorothy said, and delved her tongue into pussy.Lioness went rigid, only the twitching of her left leg showing that she wasn’t a statue. Dorothy circled her tongue in the sweet nectar, then said a quick “hello” to her clit. Lioness rewarded her with a raking gasp and a full body shiver. “Nice little pussy-cat,” Dorothy said, rolling her onto her back. “Sweet little pussy-cat,” Dorothy added, lying full length on her and cupping her face with her hands. Their faces drew close, Dorothy’s sultry eyes holding lionesses wide ones as their lips almost touched. She stayed like that, lips painfully close, breath mingling, while their hearts thumped in unison. Closer she drew, the faintest shadow of a touch tickling their lips, as a small moan came from somewhere deep inside lionesses’ quivering body. With a final move, Dorothy pressed her lips against lionesses’, and her tongue slid into her new prize. Lioness whimpered, a high keening sound, and all her fur stood on end. Her body made no movement for the longest time, just reveling in the waves of pleasure that were washing over her, then her hips started to move. It was an ancient rhythm. A rhythm that was born when the first caveman left his two wives alone in the cave. It was born again, in all its intense glory, as Dorothy and the cowardly lioness rubbed themselves on each other. “Wonderful little pussy-cat,” Dorothy said, raining kisses on her face and dragging her nails gently down the sides of her breasts. “You’ll use that wonderful tongue on me, won’t you?””Yes. Anything, my mersin escort bayan love.””Good little pussy-cat,” said Dorothy. It had only just begun. The lust they were sharing was as wild as two a****ls, yet prolonged as only two women can do. The tin man watched in such total rapture that he didn’t notice when scarecrow went behind him. He didn’t even mind when the cornstalk slid into his ass. “Isn’t it beautiful?” scarecrow said as he humped the tin man. “Beautiful,” said the tin man, his Dragon Lady cock squirming and rotating. Evil Lawyer was watching too. She was tickling her clit with the tip of Manuel’s tail while her eyes stayed glued to her crystal ball. The sight of the two writhing bodies was so intense, that a new story blossomed.The Magic Computer, part 3Kat had been typing the story with one finger, hunting and pecking while her other hand held a Big Gulp cup full of Black Russian. At the moment her characters came alive again, she was gargling the thick liquid before swallowing it. Things hadn’t been going well for Kat. Bill had been acting funny in ways she couldn’t understand. He didn’t take business trips anymore, brought a lot of his work home, and seemed to take interest in things he’d never cared about before. He’d even asked her about her writing. That was a far cry from the condescending amusement he’d always shown for her efforts. He’d been in and out of her office a million times this evening, and she’d gotten completely out of sync switching back and forth between an innocuous story and A Wizard of Ooz. He’d traipsed in and out so many times that she lost track of where he was. Without thinking, she reached out to pat the furry bottom of the lioness, and both of them appeared on her floor. “Hi, Kat,” said Dorothy. “Bill,” she added. “Hi, Dorothy,” said Bill from behind Kat. Kat tried to swivel around, but almost fell off her chair. “Did you do what I told you?” Dorothy asked. “Yes,” Bill said. “Good boy,” Dorothy said, patting his cheek. “Wha sha fucks going on,” Kat said. “Lioness, this is Kat,” Dorothy started, then giggled. “Lion, Kat, that’s funny. Anyway, Kat wants to be a lesbian too, but she’s afraid. She needs a sexy dyke figure to bring her out. This is your big chance.” Lioness looked at Kat, and purred. Kat looked at lioness with her mouth hanging open. Lioness licked Kat’s entire face, making the woman shudder, then drew her into her arms. Kat mewed like a little kitten as lioness stroked and kissed her. Suddenly, she was in a beautiful meadow, fresh cut grass tickling her body, and garden like smells filling the spring air. “I’ll make it so you’ll never want a man again,” said the lioness as she left a trail of kisses down Kat’s belly. When the amazing tongue slid up under the crotch of her panties, Kat forgot all men, along with the rest of the universe. THE END OF MAGIC COMPUTER, PART 3 Back to Wizard of Ooz, chapter 4″When do we finish our journey to the Wizard’s place?” asked the scarecrow. “It’s not like we have to hurry, or anything. If you need to rest a little longer, that’s all right,” said the tin man. “She’s just enjoying the afterglow,” lioness said, stroking Kat’s belly. Kat sat up with a jolt, instantly regretted it, and went back down, holding her head. “Where am I?” she said. “Ooz, of course,” they all said. Kat jumped up, in spite of her hangover, and whirled in every direction. “What the fuck?” she said. “Workers Paradise City is this way, Dorothy,” the scarecrow said. “I’m not Dorothy, you idiot!” Kat said. “You’re just suffering from the aftereffects of the coke,” tin man said.Kat took a quick inventory of her body. Yup, it was the same middle-aged one she’d had yesterday. “Are you blind?” she asked. “Far from it,” purred the lesbian lioness, licking Kat’s neck. It made Kat shiver. It also made her marvel at how she got so much tongue back into her mouth without looking like a chipmunk. “My name is Dorothy,” Kat said, and stopped abruptly. “Dorothy,” she tried again, baffled. Every time she tried to say, “Kat,” it came out, “Dorothy.” “Dorothy it is,” they all said.“No, this isn’t right. I’m not Dorothy, I’m Dorothy.” “Hi, Dorothy,” they all said. “Arf,” said Toto. Dorothy/Kat inspected her surroundings with a new eye. She was in deep shit, and she knew it. “Lioness,” she said, “could you make sure they don’t come near me with those things?” She was pointing to the two large devices attached to the tin man and scarecrow’s groins. “Does that mean you’re my bitch?” Lioness asked excitedly. Dorothy/Kat looked at the huge cornstalk cock of the scarecrow, and monster vibrator of the tin man. “Yes,” she said, meekly.“I’m a dyke,” lioness yelled, and jumped high into the air. She pirouetted, curtsied, and undulated suggestively, then danced in ever widening circles. “I’m a lesbian,” she sang, over and over. “I thought I was weird,” Dorothy/Kat said, watching the display. “You want me now, don’t you,” she said in a sultry voice, over her shoulder, as she rubbed her ass on the scarecrow. “Yes,” said the scarecrow, his cornstalk growing. “You can’t resist me now, can you,” she said to the tin man, swishing her tail between his legs. “No,” said the tin man, all his vibrators going. “Then I’m a challenge to your manhood, and the only thing that can make me a real woman is a good fuck,” she said, and threw herself on the grass. Dorothy/Kat watched in fascination as scarecrow and tin man accosted her. “I’d better find a cast iron chastity belt,” Dorothy/Kat muttered as the cowardly lioness yowled with pleasure. “You’ll need more than that,” cackled the Wicked Lawyer of the East. “I’m sick of everyone helping. It’s time for me to make life miserable for you.” Rubbing her hands with malicious glee, and with total disregard of the personal lives of her employees, she called an emergency staff meeting. “I’ll get you, my pretty,” she said as the memos went out. The Magic Computer Part 4 by Dorothy.Since it’s going to take a while for the Wicked Lawyer to have her meeting, and Dorothy/Kat is sitting on a log, waiting for her three friends to finish their orgy, I might as well bring you up to date on what’s happening in the real world. First, forget all that stuff Kat said about her husband. I’ve been cuddling up with him ever since we dumped her in Ooz, and I can tell you that he’s a sweet teddy bear. My first night in the real world was wonderful. Bill didn’t last as long as the people in Fiction World do, but the stinky smells you have here are such a turn-on that I didn’t mind. I had a little trouble with him this morning, something about being tired and having to go to work, but I found a whole roll of duct tape under the kitchen sink and used most of it on him. Who needs magic panties when you have duct tape? I discovered something useful if you girls ever have a problem with your guy going soft on you. Tear a strip of duct tape real thin and wind it around the base of his dick. I’ve got him in there on the bed, tied up like a mummy right now, and although he’s so worn out that he can’t breath right, his pecker is still sticking straight up, ready for action. Cool, huh? I’m getting horny just thinking about it. Very horny, as a matter of fact. Got to take care of something, be right back. I’m back. That was fun. I haven’t been able to get any cum out of him since our third go-around last night, though. His pecker has become ridiculously sensitive too. I can tell by the way he keeps trying to pull it away from me and the way he’s always begging me to stop. It’s so cute to hear a man say, “no more, please,” and stuff like that. In fact, it’s kind of exciting. Real exciting, now that I think of it. Oh hell, this won’t be long, I promise. I’ll be back before you know it. That sucked. Nothing turns me off as much as a man crying. Where the hell’s his pride? Doesn’t he have any self-respect? I turned him over and gave him a good spanking for it, I can tell you. If he’s going to act like a baby, he’s going to get spanked like one. The spanking part was kind of fun, though. I spotted a nice hairbrush in the bathroom. I’ll have to use that next time so my hand won’t hurt this much. Oops, someone’s at the door. Oh my God! It’s the UPS man and he’s adorable. I hope I have enough duct tape left. Here, you guys watch Kat in Ooz while I go get him.Back to the Wizard of Ooz“Come on, Dorothy. It’s time to go see the Wizard,” said the scarecrow. Dorothy/Kat glanced over at the city. It looked like a Mormon temple in green. “Why not?” she said, getting up. “Lead the way.” “No,” said the tin man. “We have to lock arms and dance our way over there.” “Yeah, I think you’re right,” Dorothy/Kat said. “What the hell, I’ve always loved this story anyway, let’s do it.”“You’re out of the woods You’re out of the dark You’re out of the night…”Dorothy/Kat had always liked this musical interlude, wishing there were more to it, so she sang along. Her companions came to a halt and looked at her funny. “I was just…” she started. They shook their heads gravely. “But…”“No,” they said, firmly. “Well, that’s just plain silly,” Dorothy/Kat said, but she kept quiet when the voices started singing again. She just skipped along with the rest of them while Toto kept nipping at their heels. The gate was large enough to drive a train through, and in the center was a knocker shaped like a man with large, brass balls. The balls hung freely, and were obviously what was used to knock. Dorothy/Kat couldn’t suppress a smile at the worried expression they’d carved of the doorknocker’s face. “Thump-thump-thump,” went the knocker-balls on the knocker plate as Dorothy/Kat rapped. “That is so cool,” Dorothy/Kat said. The knocker-man’s expression had changed from worry to pain. She knocked again. “Can’t you read the sign?” an angry voice said. “Oh, hello,” Dorothy/Kat said, spotting the man’s head in a little door that had opened in the big one. “What sign?”“Why, that sign, of course,” he said, then looked confused. “Wait right here,” he said and closed the door. He was back in a moment, and handed a sign to the knocker man. “Please use bell,” said the sign.“What bell?” Dorothy/Kat asked. The knocker man pointed. “Sorry,” she said. He gave her a pained smile. Sure enough, right next to the door was a doorbell girl. She had a button between her legs. Dorothy/Kat pushed it and a loud giggle filled the air. “I love it,” said the cowardly lioness. She rushed up and pushed the button herself. The giggle was even louder this time, and ended with a little gasp. “Let me try,” said the tin man. The doorbell woman moaned. “Me too,” said the scarecrow.The doorbell woman was screaming with ecstasy as they all took turns pushing her button. “ALL RIGHT!” yelled the man from his little door. “Sorry,” they all muttered. “Please, please, please, please, please,” said the doorbell woman. Scarecrow pushed her button one more time and she let out a gurgling sigh. Dorothy/Kat noticed that the doorknocker’s balls had grown twice as large. “What do you want?” the man demanded. “We want to see the Wizard,” they said. “The Wizard? But nobody can see the great Ooz. Nobody’s ever seen the great Ooz. Even I’ve never seen him.”“Oh, I didn’t know that,” said the lioness. “Sorry to have bothered you,” said the tin man.“Thanks for your help,” said the scarecrow, pushing the doorbell woman’s button one more time. She giggled. “Wait!” said Dorothy/Kat. “I know how to handle this.”“But no one gets to see the Wizard,” said the tin man. “No ones ever seen the Wizard,” said the lioness.“Even he hasn’t seen the Wizard,” said the scarecrow.“Shut up,” said Dorothy/Kat. “Let me handle this.” She turned back to the door, but the man was gone. Smiling, Dorothy/Kat indicated the doorbell woman. “Oo, ah, yes, more, ahhh,” the doorbell woman moaned as they pushed her button again. “WHAT?” said the man. “How do you know there is a Wizard if you’ve never seen him?” Dorothy/Kat asked. “Because he, uh…, you’re wasting my time.”“Don’t know, do you? Do you know why? Because I’m the one who wrote this story. If you don’t let us in, I’ll rewrite it and make you the doorknocker.”“Oh, well why didn’t you say so. That’s a horse of a different color. Come on in.” “It’s everything I dreamed it would be,” Dorothy/Kat said as they stepped inside. The streets were paved with gold, beautiful people bustled past wearing fashion designer outfits, and a fountain in the square had all different kinds of booze arching out in every direction. Ah-ah-ah, oo-oo-oo, and a couple of licks of cooze, That’s how we while the hours away, in the merry old land of Ooz.“Get a load of him,” said the cowardly lioness. “Him” was a man with a horse’s head, standing by a rickshaw. He had thigh-high leather boots, a jaunty cap, silk shirt, and a gold embroidered jacket. He didn’t have any pants, and he was hung like, well, a horse.“Damn,” said Dorothy/Kat.“Who, what are you?” Lioness said. “I’m the horse of a different color you’ve heard about,” he said, and turned pink. “Where would you like to go?”Lioness was rubbing herself all up and down the horse of a different color, but although he kept changing colors, he didn’t respond in any other way. “Quick, Dorothy, come over here,” Lioness, said. She didn’t wait, but dragged Dorothy/Kat around in front of the horse of a different color. “What?”“Kiss me, bitch,” Lioness said. “Hold on a min…, mmuff,” Dorothy/Kat said as lioness smother her mouth with a kiss. “Now eat me.” Lioness forced Dorothy/Kat to her knees, and held her face to her crotch. Her tail twitched as she humped Dorothy/Kat’s face, and she coyly looked over her shoulder at the horse of a different color. It was having the desired effect. His cock was pulsing, and growing larger with every pulse. Dorothy/Kat, scarecrow, and tin man sat side by side in the rickshaw.“Where are we going?” asked the tin man. “It doesn’t much matter,” Dorothy/Kat said. “At this rate, we’ll never get there.” The ride had consisted of hundred yard dashes while the horse of a different color chased lioness down, and then a half hour of him fucking her. “No, no, no. I’m a lesbian,” lioness squealed, and they were off again. “This is embarrassing,” Dorothy/Kat said as the two went at it again in the street. “And I think I’m starting to get whiplash,” she added, as they jolted off again. “Did someone say whiplash?”“Hi, Wicked Lawyer of the East,” Dorothy/Kat said. “I don’t think they have any money.” “Looser,” quipped the lawyer, and disappeared. “Here we are,” said the horse of a different color. He looked very bedraggled, and sweat was pouring off his body. “I’ll be right with you,” lioness said, and started licking him clean. “That’s erotic as hell,” Dorothy/Kat said. Lioness was holding him down, licking every part of his body. He was completely passive as she twisted him this way and that, licking him in long, strong strokes. “Yes, erotic as hell,” tin man and scarecrow said in unison. They were both looking at Dorothy/Kat.“No fucking way,” Dorothy/Kat screamed, but it was too late. You don’t want to see this, so let’s switch to: The Magic Computer, part 5 by DorothyI found more duct tape, three unopened rolls of it in the basement. The UPS man was fantastic. I got cum out of him four times before he petered out. Now I’ve got him on the bed with Bill. They don’t like it when I roll them on top of each other or rub their faces on each other’s peckers. I’m not doing it to be mean or anything, it’s just that that’s the only way I can get them to move anymore. A guy with a real sexy voice called and asked for Bill. I played it real cool, and talked him into bringing Bill’s work to the house. I hope he’s as sexy as his voice sounds. I wonder if three of these real world men will be enough? Wait! Two men are coming to the door. I hope they’re not Jehovah’s Witnesses. Be salesmen, please, please. “Hello, come in.” Back to OozDorothy/Kat’s eyes had rolled back into her head and she was drooling. Scarecrow had her impaled from behind, and the tin sex-toy man had his Lady Dragon vibrator deep in her cooz. Suspended between them, her legs twitched along with the rest of her body. Back to the Magic ComputerTwo cops came by, looking for all the men I have tied up in the bedroom. Lucky thing, too. I was running out of duct tape and they had handcuffs. I have sixteen of them back there, and I used a magic marker to put numbers on their foreheads. Now I can keep track of which one I did last. I have them all lined up, side by side, and can hop from one to the other. I just called 911 and told them to send more cops.Back to Ooz“Are you all right, honey,” lioness asked. “Blitheahgh,” Dorothy/Kat said. “She doesn’t seem to have the staying power she did before,” scarecrow said. “We’d better get her inside,” tin man said. Dorothy/Kat was too far gone to notice the building they were taking her into. It was the Luxury Health Spa of Ooz. Toto was washed, scented, shaved into a poodle cut, and given a pink bow. Tin sex-toy man had all his motors cleaned and oiled, the contacts on his switches burnished, and super long-lasting “Bunny Batteries” installed. Scarecrow was stuffed with all new straw, the leer on his face was repainted, and his cornstalk was cleaned and trimmed. Cowardly lioness was licked clean by a large male lion, and purred the entire time. Dorothy/Kat, still out cold and twitching, was strapped spread-eagle to a bed until she came to. “What? Where am I? What’s happening?” Dorothy/Kat said when she came to her senses. “Click-click-click,” came a sound from the darkness. “Who’s there?” asked Dorothy/Kat. The click-click came closer, and a spotlight illuminated a woman standing at the foot of the bed. She was tall, slender, and dressed head to toe in shiny black vinyl. Cutouts allowed her nipples to protrude, and heart-shaped openings exposed her pussy and ass. “Vat haf ve here?” she said, in a thick German accent. She was slapping the handle of a whip into her palm. “I didn’t write anything like this,” Dorothy/Kat said, testing her bonds. “Of course you did. This is the Health Spa of Ooz, where your every need will be attended to.” “I don’t need to be tied up,” Dorothy/Kat said. “Of course you do. All women are always tied up. This one is your husband,” she twanged the strap holding Dorothy/Kat’s right wrist, “and this one is the k**s,” she tapped the left. “Here’s the house,” left leg strap, “and here are all the bonds you put on yourself,” she said, jerking on the right leg strap. “That’s why I invented this damn fantasy world. Now let me up.” “Not so fast, liebefrau, there’s more to life than being all tied up. Hans!”A naked man came running up and threw himself on the floor at her feet. “Prepare her,” she said.“Yes, mistress,” he said and scampered onto the bed. He was all over her, touching, prodding, and inspecting every inch. Nothing about it was sexual, however, and Dorothy/Kat soon found herself starting to relax. The man, naked as he was, seemed only interested in cleaning and shaving every inch of Dorothy/Kat’s body. It was soothing the way his gentle hands went about their work. “This isn’t half bad,” Dorothy/Kat said.“Yes, dear,” said the woman, patting Dorothy/Kat’s cheek. “You may kiss it,” she added, sticking her ass in Dorothy/Kat’s face.It was a perfect ass, flawless and sweet smelling. Dorothy/Kat felt foolish as hell, but she wanted to kiss it. “Come, come,” the woman said, but she didn’t sound impatient. Dorothy/Kat kissed the cheek of her ass. “Now the other one,” she said, offering the other cheek. Dorothy/Kat kissed it too, pressing her face into the soft cheek. “Now here,” she said, indicating the pucker of her ass. Dorothy/Kat kissed it, and stuck her tongue into it. It tasted good.“Yes, we take care of all your needs here at the Luxury Health Spa of Ooz,” she said, lowering herself on Dorothy/Kat’s tongue. “We even take care of some of our own needs while we’re at it,” she added, moving her hips subtlety. Dorothy/Kat licked and sucked on the woman’s asshole, amazed at herself that she was enjoying it so much. How could she enjoy being tied down and forced to lick another woman’s nastiest place? “Now here,” the woman said, sliding back and holding her pussy lips open with her fingers. Dorothy/Kat dipped her tongue into her pussy, and the German accent disappeared as she started saying, “Oh, God,” over and over. “Am I doing it right?” Dorothy/Kat asked, flicking the nub of her clit, and then circling her tongue in the moist folds. “Yes, yes. Perfect, don’t stop,” she gasped. Dorothy/Kat drove her tongue as deep as she could, and wiggled it wildly. The woman was taking long, shuddering breaths, and despite being tied up, Dorothy/Kat felt as if she was the one in charge. “Beg me,” Dorothy/Kat said, flicking her clit again. “Please, please. I’ll do anything,” the woman nearly cried. Dorothy/Kat sucked the woman’s clit into her mouth, and holding it there, tormented it with her tongue. The woman went crazy, crying out and pressing her full weight on Dorothy/Kat, but Dorothy/Kat enjoyed every minute of it. “Yes, yes,” she yowled, oblivious to how much noise she was making, and sweet nectar flowed out of her pussy as she came.Dorothy/Kat lapped it up like a hungry kitten, savoring every drop. There may well have been magic in that juice, because Dorothy/Kat felt like a new woman once she’d drunk it. “That was wonderful,” the woman said, raining kisses all over Dorothy/Kat’s face. “Let me do it for you,” she said, trailing kisses down Dorothy/Kat’s body. The naked man had neatly trimmed Dorothy/Kat’s pubic hair, and it was now in the shape of a small heart with the bottom pointing at her clit. The woman didn’t need this guidance, however. She found Dorothy/Kat’s pussy with no trouble at all. “Oh,” Dorothy/Kat gasped as soft lips touched her most private place. She tried to close her legs, but the straps held her legs wide. “Oh,” she moaned again when the tongue invaded her. “I love your pussy,” the woman said, and drew her tongue from below her pussy all the way to the top. “You’re like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.” It felt so good that tears were starting to well up in Dorothy/Kat’s eyes. “Everything about you is beautiful,” she went on, punctuating each word with a tender kiss on Dorothy/Kat’s exposed womanhood. “The insides of your legs,” kiss, “this little crease where you legs meet your body,” kiss, “your soft little belly,” kiss, kiss, kiss, “everywhere. Delight after delight. I love you Dorothy.” “Yes, yes,” Dorothy/Kat cried, her whole body melting. Meanwhile, back in the real world:The Magic ComputerThis real world sucks. Those other cops won’t come in. They’re all across the street, hiding behind their cars and yelling at me to come out. Are they crazy? I’ve got twenty-four throbbing cocks pointing at the ceiling in there, what the hell would I want to go outside for? They all moan and try to squirm away whenever I go in there, but the way I have them tied up, they can’t get far. I keep loosing track of which one is next, but I still get cum out of one every so often. I think I’m going to drag a few into every room so I can keep an eye on what’s going on outside and still get a fuck. None of them can eat pussy worth a damn. Their tongues poop out even faster than their dicks. Holy shit, I missed one. He’s hiding under the bed. He’s a black one. How the hell did I miss a black one? “Come on, honey. Nothing to be afraid of. I remember you, you’re that third cop, aren’t you?” How could I have forgotten that yummy black cock? “Where have you been all this time?” I’ve got him under the front window, and I’m riding him as I watch his friends play soldier outside. I already got some cum out of him, and I think I’ll be able to get more in just a minute. He sure is a lively one. There’s the phone, again. “Hello?” “This is officer Harris of the hostage negotiation team. To whom am I speaking?”“This is Dorothy. You have to help me. Come around to the back door and I’ll sneak you in.” “Listen, Dorothy, you already got one of my men with that trick. Now what do you want?”“I’m just a poor little sex-starved girl from Kansas. I want to get laid.” “Is there anyone else there I can talk to?”“Who do you want to talk to?”“One of my police officers would be nice,” he said. “I’ve got one right here,” Dorothy said. Pulling the tape off his mouth, she held the phone to his lips.“She’s not human! She’s sucking the life out of me. Help!” he said, before Dorothy put the tape back over his mouth. “Anyone else?” she asked. “Any other cops?” he said, subdued. “Sure, just a sec.” The next cop just kept blubbering, “no more, no more,” and the third said, “mommy.” “Any other cops in here?” Dorothy yelled, holding up the phone. “We can’t wait much longer,” officer Harris said. “Where the hell is that intelligence?” “Right here, sir.” “What’s the situation in there?”“It’s just one naked woman. She’s got all the men tied up and she’s fucking their brains out.” “Are you sure?”“Yes, I’ve been watching her for over an hour. When Brown went in, she just ran up to him with open arms and wrapped herself around him. She was tying him up while she was fucking him. He had a smile on his face.” “Why didn’t you get that information back to me right away?”“I had to verify my findings, sir,” he said. Several verification stains were on his pant leg. “We’re going in, boys,” Harris announced. “We’d better leave our handcuffs out here,” the intelligence officer said. “And our belts,” said Harris.“Don’t forget neckties,” said the intelligence officer. “Yeah, of course.”“Pants can be used to tie people up,” another noted. “All right, everyone down to your underwear.” “What if she ties us up with our underpants?”“Or someone else’s underpants?”They all blanched at this idea. “Okay men, everybody strip. We’re going in naked.”Squealing with joy, Dorothy threw the door open as more the fifty swinging dicks charged her house.

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