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Contrary to popular belief, Dorothy Gale was an incorrigible girl. To Auntie Em, and her other relatives, she was as innocent and pure as a Kansas sunrise. But what her Aunt did not know, is that Dorothy had become so curious and mischievous in her teens, she had become a naughty girl indeed.
Growing up on a farm in the middle of the Great Plains is no easy task for anyone. The nearest neighbor was three miles away, and the nearest town was a good thirty. But to an attractive twenty year old young woman, the isolation could be as difficult as surviving a harsh winter inside a log cabin. This "Farm Fever" as Dorothy liked to call it, nipped at her heels as a c***d, but after reaching her teens, the nipping had turned to a tingling between her legs.
She needed sex. And she needed it bad.
To make matters worse, Hunk, Zeke, and Hickory, three farmhands in their early thirties, had teased Dorothy with their charm and muscled chests, throughout her development. She teased them of course, attempting to lure one or all three of them into the barn as her Aunt baked pies inside the kitchen. But although the men may have been tempted by the pig-tailed beauty, they all knew better than to screw the farmer's daughter. For Hunk, Zeke, and Hickory had all known fellas who had made just that mistake, and had all wound up with a bullet in their back.
And then one summer afternoon, as Dorothy came bouncing up to the hog pen to deliver three glasses of lemonade to the men, the sky turned black as pitch, and the windmill spun like the wheel of a bicycle. It was a twister.
Zeke grabbed Dorothy's hand, dropping the glasses into the dirt, as the funnel cloud raced towards the farm like a runaway locomotive. But as they were running down the cellar stairs, Dorothy lost her footing and fell forward down the last two steps. She fell into darkness then, the sound of the tornado whistling in her head.
When she came to, Dorothy found herself in a landscape quite different from the cellar of her Kansas farm. She was outside, but the drab colors of the landscape had been replaced by a brilliant palette of blues, reds, greens, and yellows.
After her eyes finished adjusting, her ears picked up the sounds of tiny little voices coming from the bushes, and suddenly in the sky, there appeared a vision in pink. The woman floated down to the yellow street, and Dorothy's heart skipped a beat. The woman was stunning.
Her hair was blond and wavy, her skin as pink as the lacy gown she wore, which was practically transparent. Dorothy had never seen a woman as stunning as the one now standing before her, and it flooded her head with naughty thoughts that were exciting and new.
"They are shy." The woman said, her blue eyes sparkling like two sapphires.
"Who?" Was all Dorothy could say, for she was still staring at the woman's body. "Why, the munchkins, of course." And she laughed a sexy velvety laugh. "But no matter. They would only tell you to follow the yellow brick road, which is exactly what you must do."
Dorothy looked puzzled.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Glenda, the Good Witch. And I really think you'll like what you'll find on the road."
"Which is?" Dorothy asked.
The Good Witch leaned forward, her soft ripe breasts practically in Dorothy's face.
"Because," she said, "You'll find everything you've been wanting."
Dorothy thought she wanted the beautiful woman, but clearly there were things she desired more just down the road.
"Move on down the road girl." Glenda purred.
And Dorothy did just that.
………………
She had walked a good half mile when the tiny houses she had seen when first awakening, gave way to vast open cornfields, stretching on either side of the road. She had seen cornfields as a girl, but her Aunt and Uncle did not grow it on the farm, and she was surprised that now twenty years old, the corn still stood above her five foot, six inch frame.
As Dorothy was studying the height of the cornstalks, she heard an all-too familiar voice, but she could not place it.
"Uh, could you give me a hand over here?"
Dorothy pushed her way through a row of corn to where the voice was coming from, and she was shocked when she discovered a scarecrow tied to a stake. But this was no ordinary scarecrow. It was amazingly human in form, as if crafted not by a farmer but by a sculptor.
"Yeah, up here." It suddenly said, and Dorothy jumped.
"Um, sorry." It spoke again. "I didn't mean to frighten you, but I sure could use your help getting off this thing."
To Dorothy's surprise, the scarecrow's mouth moved just as a man's would move. She could almost see lips, although his entire face seemed to be made of burlap. Gathering her wits, Dorothy cautiously walked up to the stake, and began to untie the scarecrow's legs and arms from the wooden stake.
After a moment, she felt something hard brush her cheek, as she was working on a knot of rope. Moving her head, she noticed a large bulge had appeared beneath the overalls of the scarecrow, directly between his legs. Looking up at the scarecrow's face, she found him staring down her blue plaid dress. Dorothy had perfectly rounded breasts, but found wearing bras too uncomfortable on the farm. Today, as usual, she was without her bra, and she was therefore not very surprised to find the man, even if he was made of straw, staring at her breasts.
But what was the bulge? Did he actually have a? No. Dorothy wrinkled her little nose, but remember she was a curious young woman. So moving her hands from the rope to the zipper of the scarecrow's overalls, she began to unzip him. "Wha…what are you doing?" The scarecrow asked in a shocked and funny voice.
"Aren'tchya gonna untie me?"
"Eventually." Dorothy smiled, and reaching her hand inside the overalls, pulled out the scarecrow's member. It resembled a man's penis in size and shape, quick long and quick thick, except that it appeared to be made of corn. She ran a finger down the shaft, feeling the bumps of each yellow kernel, and the scarecrow shook, sending pieces of straw falling from above.
I wonder if it tastes like corn too. Dorothy thought, and lifting it to her pouty lips, she slide him into her mouth. The scarecrow shook again, letting out a soft moan. Dorothy realized that corn did not taste like much unless chewed, and she resisted the urge to bite the helpless man. Reaching up, she untied the rest of him, and he fell off the stake, directly onto Dorothy. He gazed into her eyes, and she felt she recognized him; that his voice and his face were somehow familiar.
Dorothy's dress had been lifted up from the fall, and she could feel his corn cock pressed lightly against the lips of her pussy.
"So, you don't wear those either, do you?" The scarecrow said smiling.
"You're a smart guy." Dorothy answered back.
But the scarecrow looked confused. "Actually I don't have a---"
Dorothy cut off his last thought as she reached his cock and pushed it inside her wet opening, lifting her legs off the dirt. He let out a long "ohhhhh" and began to thrust in and out of her. They were in a room of cornstalks, the sun beating down on their bodies, and Dorothy would never have guessed that she would have lost her virginity to a man like this. She, of course, let her Labrador: Toto fuck her from behind every now and then if she was really horny, but she didn't count Toto. The scarecrow had strong arms, a handsome face, and a cock which felt as if Dorothy was riding waves of pleasure.
"Ohhh please fuck me!" Dorothy pleaded.
The scarecrow held her arms, pinning her in the dirt, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.
"Yess! Ohhh yesss! I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me baby." The scarecrow said, and he pulled her dress up over her tits, so he could squeeze them in his hands.
"Oh God! I'm…I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! YES! She wrapped her slender legs around the man, and they collapsed together in the dusty dirt of Oz.
Dorothy woke to the sound of katydids and the discovery that the sun hadn't moved in the sky. What is this place? she wondered, getting to her feet, remembering the incredible sex she had just had with a man who was not quite real. Her body however, reminded her how real it had been, for her legs wobbled and her head swam.
Exiting the corn field, she found the scarecrow standing in the yellow brick road, looking very much like a c***d who had done something bad.
"Um, my, um, head's all full of stuffin'," he said, looking down at the golden bricks.
"You're quite good at stuffin,'" Dorothy replied, and she could almost see the color of blush in his cheeks, and she thought he was adorable.
They walked hand in hand down the yellow brick road, stopping occasionally to lie under the shade of a tree where Dorothy would ask the scarecrow to lick the trickle of juice that had run down her thigh. He of course would coyly oblige, running his very life-like tongue up her leg and over her dripping pussy. At one point, she clenched his straw hair so hard that a chunk of it came out, but the scarecrow simply stuffed it back under his wide-brimmed hat and continued eating her out.
They followed the road as it snaked its way into a thick forest. The sun's rays sliced through the branches of the trees and dancing on the bricks. Apples littered the ground, and they stopped to eat until a strange rusty voice interrupted them.
They spun around and saw a six foot tall metallic statue shining in the sunlight. He held an ax in both hands, and looked quite out of place in such natural surroundings.
"Oil can." The voice came again. The scarecrow and Dorothy exchanged looks. Could the voice be coming from this statue?
They walked over and Dorothy was amazed to discover that not only did the statue have a very human face, but like the scarecrow, the face seemed to be very familiar to her. The tin man's eyes were bright blue and gazed directly at Dorothy with a pleading expression.
"Oil can." The voice creaked again, and Dorothy surveyed the ground until she found a small can with a label reading: "LUBE."
"My jaw." The tin man said, and Dorothy raised the spout to the hinges of his jaw. Soon, the man began to move his tin mouth up and down with a creaky sound. "Ahhh. Thank you," he said. "I have been rusted solid here for decades. Could you please do the rest of me?"
And Dorothy, being the naughty girl she was, instantly had ideas.
"My, my," she said, shaking her head. "It seems as if all the men in this place are simply incapacitated. Just waiting for a girl like me to take advantage of them."
The scarecrow just looked confused at this statement, but the tin man's mouth dropped open. Dorothy licked her lips and fell to the grass and began to inspect the body of the shiny man. Unlike the scarecrow, there was no zipper between his legs, but a small square door with two hinges on one side and a tiny handle on the other. She lubed the hinges and squeaked open the door. Peering inside, she pouted when it appeared to be a dark and hollow room. But then, the tin man spoke again.
"Oil can."
Dorothy grabbed the lube and began to quirt inside the little dark room. Suddenly, it emerged; a long, shiny, silver cock, glistening from the sun and the lube dripping off it. Dorothy squealed with delight and instantly began to stroke it, the tin man letting out a creaky moan. This cock, however, she would not put in her mouth. For although she liked corn on the cob, she could not stand the taste of oil since it had gotten on her lips as a c***d watching her uncle work on the tractor.
So Dorothy quickly began to lube the rest of the tin man's hinges and joints, until he came to life, dropped his ax, and took Dorothy by the hand. He laid himself down upon the grass, and Dorothy, hiking her skirt up, straddled the tin man, her pussy dripping at the sight of his huge shiny cock.
The scarecrow, at this point, had leaned against a tree to watch, slowly eating an apple. Dorothy would put on a show for him. She placed her hands on the tin man's barrel chest, and slowly let herself down on his member. It slid inside her with ease, and she impaled herself inch after inch, until her naked bum rested on the warm metal of the tin man's legs.
It was like riding a mechanical bull. The tin man moved his legs up and down, and as Dorothy's tits bounced, she was forced to hang on. Steam rose in thick plums from the tin man's funnel hat, and he smiled with pleasure at the gorgeous slut on top of him.
"Ten years in solitude and now this!" He said. "Well worth the wait!"
"MMmmm, Yeah, Fuck me!" Dorothy yelled. "But wait. What....ohhhh,....what do you cum? Instead of cum?" Dorothy had to ask the question, because the scarecrow had filled her with corn oil when he came. It had felt fine, but she didn't want real oil inside of her. This may have been a strange world she was in, but she could still feel discomfort.
The tin man looked disappointed with the question. "Crude oil" he said. And Dorothy slid off his cock, but continued to pump him up and down with her hand. And not a second too soon, for the tin man began to erupt a tall fountain of black oil from the tip of his cock, as if she had just struck the right spot in the ground; black gold. Texas tea.
The tin man rattled, the pig-tailed girl smiled, the scarecrow was petting his corn cob cock.
Dorothy was loving the land of Oz.
At this point in the story, you might be wondering how Dorothy would be able to continue her stroll down the yellow brick road, which was now what she was doing with the scarecrow and tin man on either side. Well let's just say that Miss Gail was making up for lost time. She had craved sex for years, and the anxiety built up inside her on the Kansas homestead like mercury rising.
Now she was in a land where amazing sex with most amazing men could be found every few miles down this strange colored road.
The forest grew thicker as the three travelers continued their journey; the knotted, twisted tree branches like skeleton arms surrounding them. Soon, almost all sunlight had been blocked out, and Dorothy and her men were beginning to feel slightly apprehensive.
"Do..do..do you think there are w..w...wild a****ls in here?" the scarecrow stuttered.
"Gee, I sure hope not," replied the tin man. "You mean like lions?"
"And tigers?" said the scarecrow.
"And bears!" added the tin man.
"Oh my!" Dorothy exhaled, pointed to an area between two trees. There, in the darkness glowed two large yellow eyes.
They stood, fixed on the spot, afraid to move, and suddenly, there was a blur of fur as the creature charged towards them.
The scarecrow practically jumped out of his straw at this, and the tin man gripped his ax, but shook violently. Dorothy however, didn't flinch and raising her right hand, brought it down hard against the face of the b**st with a loud "SLAP!"
The lion's reaction was not what they expected. He began to sniff his nose, and blotted his eyes with the end of his tail.
"Wh-why didya have to hit me for?"
"Because you tried to scare us," Dorothy explained, bewildered as to the lion's emotional state. "But c'mon now, don't cry," she continued. "You're supposed to be king of the forest. Is that any way for a king to act?"
The lion looked up at her through his tears, and just like the tin man and scarecrow before him, Dorothy was amazed at how familiar he looked, for the lion looked not so much like a lion, as a man in a lion suit.
"King?" he said aloud.
"That's right," said Dorothy, and she smiled coyly. "Why don't you prove to me how manly you can be."
With this, the tin man nudged the scarecrow. "She really is quite the little tramp," he said, but the scarecrow just scratched his head.
Taking her hands in his giant paws, the lion led Dorothy to the side of the yellow brick road. He lay down on his back, and Dorothy could instantly see his kingly staff. Unlike the scarecrow and tin man, Dorothy did not have to remove his cock, for the lion was naked, save for his fur.
His cock was mammoth, and tan in color, and she worried if it would fit inside her. But the lion was impatient with her delay, and pushing down on Dorothy's shoulders, began to stick his prick inside her.
"Oooo!" Dorothy squealed in pain, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure as she lay down on the lion's tummy. It felt like having sex with a warm rug, and she twirled his fur in her fingers as he roared towards the tree tops.
"Let me get on my knees," she purred to the lion, and in a flash, he had thrown her off his belly, so he could position himself behind her.
But the moment the lion saw Dorothy's succulent ass cheeks, he started to have other tastes. Dorothy's heart skipped a beat as she felt the lion's long wet tongue slide down the crack of her ass. His claws grazed her cheeks as he spread her apart, and he slurped with delight her tight little asshole.
Dorothy looked over her shoulder at her two other men, and she called them over. She told the tin man to scoot under her so she could slide down his chrome cock, and told the scarecrow to take out his big corn cock because she wanted so desperately to suck it. But these orders were difficult to word as Dorothy's whole body shuddered at the pleasure of having her ass eaten out.
Soon, she had the scarecrow's cock in her mouth, her tongue sliding over his tip, while she felt the tin man deep inside her pussy.
Then suddenly, she felt the lion's cock push against her wet little rosebud and she felt her sphincter open like a blossoming flower.
"Ohhh yesss, please!" Dorothy squealed. "Fuck my ass! Ohhh please fuck my ass!"
The lion rammed her hard, driving his fuzzy cock deep into the bowels of her country ass, and the feeling of having three cocks inside, all of different textures, sent her over the edge.
"YES! YES!" She screamed out, and began to feel dizzy. Was she blacking out? Was it all too much for her? Oz was fading away.
When she woke, Dorothy knew she was no longer on the ground. She could feel soft sheets and pillows beneath her.
Was she still in...?
Dorothy rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom back in Kansas! Suddenly, entered her bedroom with Zeke and Hickory behind him. All looked worried.
"Are you feelin' alright Dorothy?" Hickory asked.
"You hit yer head pretty hard," added Zeke.
"Oh, I had the most wonderful dream!" Dorothy exclaimed. She studied the faces of the three men and instantly, it dawned on her why the scarecrow, tin man, and lion and all looked so familiar. "And you were there Hickory," she said. "And you Zeke. Oh and you too Hunk!" Dorothy looked around. "But where...where is Auntie Em?" she asked.
"Why, your Aunt and Uncle went to go find you a doctor. I reckon they'll be gone for at least a few hours."
Dorothy grinned. "Then what are you waitin' for boys?" And throwing her arms over her head, removed her dress.
Growing up on a farm in the middle of the Great Plains is no easy task for anyone. The nearest neighbor was three miles away, and the nearest town was a good thirty. But to an attractive twenty year old young woman, the isolation could be as difficult as surviving a harsh winter inside a log cabin. This "Farm Fever" as Dorothy liked to call it, nipped at her heels as a c***d, but after reaching her teens, the nipping had turned to a tingling between her legs.
She needed sex. And she needed it bad.
To make matters worse, Hunk, Zeke, and Hickory, three farmhands in their early thirties, had teased Dorothy with their charm and muscled chests, throughout her development. She teased them of course, attempting to lure one or all three of them into the barn as her Aunt baked pies inside the kitchen. But although the men may have been tempted by the pig-tailed beauty, they all knew better than to screw the farmer's daughter. For Hunk, Zeke, and Hickory had all known fellas who had made just that mistake, and had all wound up with a bullet in their back.
And then one summer afternoon, as Dorothy came bouncing up to the hog pen to deliver three glasses of lemonade to the men, the sky turned black as pitch, and the windmill spun like the wheel of a bicycle. It was a twister.
Zeke grabbed Dorothy's hand, dropping the glasses into the dirt, as the funnel cloud raced towards the farm like a runaway locomotive. But as they were running down the cellar stairs, Dorothy lost her footing and fell forward down the last two steps. She fell into darkness then, the sound of the tornado whistling in her head.
When she came to, Dorothy found herself in a landscape quite different from the cellar of her Kansas farm. She was outside, but the drab colors of the landscape had been replaced by a brilliant palette of blues, reds, greens, and yellows.
After her eyes finished adjusting, her ears picked up the sounds of tiny little voices coming from the bushes, and suddenly in the sky, there appeared a vision in pink. The woman floated down to the yellow street, and Dorothy's heart skipped a beat. The woman was stunning.
Her hair was blond and wavy, her skin as pink as the lacy gown she wore, which was practically transparent. Dorothy had never seen a woman as stunning as the one now standing before her, and it flooded her head with naughty thoughts that were exciting and new.
"They are shy." The woman said, her blue eyes sparkling like two sapphires.
"Who?" Was all Dorothy could say, for she was still staring at the woman's body. "Why, the munchkins, of course." And she laughed a sexy velvety laugh. "But no matter. They would only tell you to follow the yellow brick road, which is exactly what you must do."
Dorothy looked puzzled.
"Let me introduce myself. I am Glenda, the Good Witch. And I really think you'll like what you'll find on the road."
"Which is?" Dorothy asked.
The Good Witch leaned forward, her soft ripe breasts practically in Dorothy's face.
"Because," she said, "You'll find everything you've been wanting."
Dorothy thought she wanted the beautiful woman, but clearly there were things she desired more just down the road.
"Move on down the road girl." Glenda purred.
And Dorothy did just that.
………………
She had walked a good half mile when the tiny houses she had seen when first awakening, gave way to vast open cornfields, stretching on either side of the road. She had seen cornfields as a girl, but her Aunt and Uncle did not grow it on the farm, and she was surprised that now twenty years old, the corn still stood above her five foot, six inch frame.
As Dorothy was studying the height of the cornstalks, she heard an all-too familiar voice, but she could not place it.
"Uh, could you give me a hand over here?"
Dorothy pushed her way through a row of corn to where the voice was coming from, and she was shocked when she discovered a scarecrow tied to a stake. But this was no ordinary scarecrow. It was amazingly human in form, as if crafted not by a farmer but by a sculptor.
"Yeah, up here." It suddenly said, and Dorothy jumped.
"Um, sorry." It spoke again. "I didn't mean to frighten you, but I sure could use your help getting off this thing."
To Dorothy's surprise, the scarecrow's mouth moved just as a man's would move. She could almost see lips, although his entire face seemed to be made of burlap. Gathering her wits, Dorothy cautiously walked up to the stake, and began to untie the scarecrow's legs and arms from the wooden stake.
After a moment, she felt something hard brush her cheek, as she was working on a knot of rope. Moving her head, she noticed a large bulge had appeared beneath the overalls of the scarecrow, directly between his legs. Looking up at the scarecrow's face, she found him staring down her blue plaid dress. Dorothy had perfectly rounded breasts, but found wearing bras too uncomfortable on the farm. Today, as usual, she was without her bra, and she was therefore not very surprised to find the man, even if he was made of straw, staring at her breasts.
But what was the bulge? Did he actually have a? No. Dorothy wrinkled her little nose, but remember she was a curious young woman. So moving her hands from the rope to the zipper of the scarecrow's overalls, she began to unzip him. "Wha…what are you doing?" The scarecrow asked in a shocked and funny voice.
"Aren'tchya gonna untie me?"
"Eventually." Dorothy smiled, and reaching her hand inside the overalls, pulled out the scarecrow's member. It resembled a man's penis in size and shape, quick long and quick thick, except that it appeared to be made of corn. She ran a finger down the shaft, feeling the bumps of each yellow kernel, and the scarecrow shook, sending pieces of straw falling from above.
I wonder if it tastes like corn too. Dorothy thought, and lifting it to her pouty lips, she slide him into her mouth. The scarecrow shook again, letting out a soft moan. Dorothy realized that corn did not taste like much unless chewed, and she resisted the urge to bite the helpless man. Reaching up, she untied the rest of him, and he fell off the stake, directly onto Dorothy. He gazed into her eyes, and she felt she recognized him; that his voice and his face were somehow familiar.
Dorothy's dress had been lifted up from the fall, and she could feel his corn cock pressed lightly against the lips of her pussy.
"So, you don't wear those either, do you?" The scarecrow said smiling.
"You're a smart guy." Dorothy answered back.
But the scarecrow looked confused. "Actually I don't have a---"
Dorothy cut off his last thought as she reached his cock and pushed it inside her wet opening, lifting her legs off the dirt. He let out a long "ohhhhh" and began to thrust in and out of her. They were in a room of cornstalks, the sun beating down on their bodies, and Dorothy would never have guessed that she would have lost her virginity to a man like this. She, of course, let her Labrador: Toto fuck her from behind every now and then if she was really horny, but she didn't count Toto. The scarecrow had strong arms, a handsome face, and a cock which felt as if Dorothy was riding waves of pleasure.
"Ohhh please fuck me!" Dorothy pleaded.
The scarecrow held her arms, pinning her in the dirt, thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.
"Yess! Ohhh yesss! I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me baby." The scarecrow said, and he pulled her dress up over her tits, so he could squeeze them in his hands.
"Oh God! I'm…I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! YES! She wrapped her slender legs around the man, and they collapsed together in the dusty dirt of Oz.
Dorothy woke to the sound of katydids and the discovery that the sun hadn't moved in the sky. What is this place? she wondered, getting to her feet, remembering the incredible sex she had just had with a man who was not quite real. Her body however, reminded her how real it had been, for her legs wobbled and her head swam.
Exiting the corn field, she found the scarecrow standing in the yellow brick road, looking very much like a c***d who had done something bad.
"Um, my, um, head's all full of stuffin'," he said, looking down at the golden bricks.
"You're quite good at stuffin,'" Dorothy replied, and she could almost see the color of blush in his cheeks, and she thought he was adorable.
They walked hand in hand down the yellow brick road, stopping occasionally to lie under the shade of a tree where Dorothy would ask the scarecrow to lick the trickle of juice that had run down her thigh. He of course would coyly oblige, running his very life-like tongue up her leg and over her dripping pussy. At one point, she clenched his straw hair so hard that a chunk of it came out, but the scarecrow simply stuffed it back under his wide-brimmed hat and continued eating her out.
They followed the road as it snaked its way into a thick forest. The sun's rays sliced through the branches of the trees and dancing on the bricks. Apples littered the ground, and they stopped to eat until a strange rusty voice interrupted them.
They spun around and saw a six foot tall metallic statue shining in the sunlight. He held an ax in both hands, and looked quite out of place in such natural surroundings.
"Oil can." The voice came again. The scarecrow and Dorothy exchanged looks. Could the voice be coming from this statue?
They walked over and Dorothy was amazed to discover that not only did the statue have a very human face, but like the scarecrow, the face seemed to be very familiar to her. The tin man's eyes were bright blue and gazed directly at Dorothy with a pleading expression.
"Oil can." The voice creaked again, and Dorothy surveyed the ground until she found a small can with a label reading: "LUBE."
"My jaw." The tin man said, and Dorothy raised the spout to the hinges of his jaw. Soon, the man began to move his tin mouth up and down with a creaky sound. "Ahhh. Thank you," he said. "I have been rusted solid here for decades. Could you please do the rest of me?"
And Dorothy, being the naughty girl she was, instantly had ideas.
"My, my," she said, shaking her head. "It seems as if all the men in this place are simply incapacitated. Just waiting for a girl like me to take advantage of them."
The scarecrow just looked confused at this statement, but the tin man's mouth dropped open. Dorothy licked her lips and fell to the grass and began to inspect the body of the shiny man. Unlike the scarecrow, there was no zipper between his legs, but a small square door with two hinges on one side and a tiny handle on the other. She lubed the hinges and squeaked open the door. Peering inside, she pouted when it appeared to be a dark and hollow room. But then, the tin man spoke again.
"Oil can."
Dorothy grabbed the lube and began to quirt inside the little dark room. Suddenly, it emerged; a long, shiny, silver cock, glistening from the sun and the lube dripping off it. Dorothy squealed with delight and instantly began to stroke it, the tin man letting out a creaky moan. This cock, however, she would not put in her mouth. For although she liked corn on the cob, she could not stand the taste of oil since it had gotten on her lips as a c***d watching her uncle work on the tractor.
So Dorothy quickly began to lube the rest of the tin man's hinges and joints, until he came to life, dropped his ax, and took Dorothy by the hand. He laid himself down upon the grass, and Dorothy, hiking her skirt up, straddled the tin man, her pussy dripping at the sight of his huge shiny cock.
The scarecrow, at this point, had leaned against a tree to watch, slowly eating an apple. Dorothy would put on a show for him. She placed her hands on the tin man's barrel chest, and slowly let herself down on his member. It slid inside her with ease, and she impaled herself inch after inch, until her naked bum rested on the warm metal of the tin man's legs.
It was like riding a mechanical bull. The tin man moved his legs up and down, and as Dorothy's tits bounced, she was forced to hang on. Steam rose in thick plums from the tin man's funnel hat, and he smiled with pleasure at the gorgeous slut on top of him.
"Ten years in solitude and now this!" He said. "Well worth the wait!"
"MMmmm, Yeah, Fuck me!" Dorothy yelled. "But wait. What....ohhhh,....what do you cum? Instead of cum?" Dorothy had to ask the question, because the scarecrow had filled her with corn oil when he came. It had felt fine, but she didn't want real oil inside of her. This may have been a strange world she was in, but she could still feel discomfort.
The tin man looked disappointed with the question. "Crude oil" he said. And Dorothy slid off his cock, but continued to pump him up and down with her hand. And not a second too soon, for the tin man began to erupt a tall fountain of black oil from the tip of his cock, as if she had just struck the right spot in the ground; black gold. Texas tea.
The tin man rattled, the pig-tailed girl smiled, the scarecrow was petting his corn cob cock.
Dorothy was loving the land of Oz.
At this point in the story, you might be wondering how Dorothy would be able to continue her stroll down the yellow brick road, which was now what she was doing with the scarecrow and tin man on either side. Well let's just say that Miss Gail was making up for lost time. She had craved sex for years, and the anxiety built up inside her on the Kansas homestead like mercury rising.
Now she was in a land where amazing sex with most amazing men could be found every few miles down this strange colored road.
The forest grew thicker as the three travelers continued their journey; the knotted, twisted tree branches like skeleton arms surrounding them. Soon, almost all sunlight had been blocked out, and Dorothy and her men were beginning to feel slightly apprehensive.
"Do..do..do you think there are w..w...wild a****ls in here?" the scarecrow stuttered.
"Gee, I sure hope not," replied the tin man. "You mean like lions?"
"And tigers?" said the scarecrow.
"And bears!" added the tin man.
"Oh my!" Dorothy exhaled, pointed to an area between two trees. There, in the darkness glowed two large yellow eyes.
They stood, fixed on the spot, afraid to move, and suddenly, there was a blur of fur as the creature charged towards them.
The scarecrow practically jumped out of his straw at this, and the tin man gripped his ax, but shook violently. Dorothy however, didn't flinch and raising her right hand, brought it down hard against the face of the b**st with a loud "SLAP!"
The lion's reaction was not what they expected. He began to sniff his nose, and blotted his eyes with the end of his tail.
"Wh-why didya have to hit me for?"
"Because you tried to scare us," Dorothy explained, bewildered as to the lion's emotional state. "But c'mon now, don't cry," she continued. "You're supposed to be king of the forest. Is that any way for a king to act?"
The lion looked up at her through his tears, and just like the tin man and scarecrow before him, Dorothy was amazed at how familiar he looked, for the lion looked not so much like a lion, as a man in a lion suit.
"King?" he said aloud.
"That's right," said Dorothy, and she smiled coyly. "Why don't you prove to me how manly you can be."
With this, the tin man nudged the scarecrow. "She really is quite the little tramp," he said, but the scarecrow just scratched his head.
Taking her hands in his giant paws, the lion led Dorothy to the side of the yellow brick road. He lay down on his back, and Dorothy could instantly see his kingly staff. Unlike the scarecrow and tin man, Dorothy did not have to remove his cock, for the lion was naked, save for his fur.
His cock was mammoth, and tan in color, and she worried if it would fit inside her. But the lion was impatient with her delay, and pushing down on Dorothy's shoulders, began to stick his prick inside her.
"Oooo!" Dorothy squealed in pain, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure as she lay down on the lion's tummy. It felt like having sex with a warm rug, and she twirled his fur in her fingers as he roared towards the tree tops.
"Let me get on my knees," she purred to the lion, and in a flash, he had thrown her off his belly, so he could position himself behind her.
But the moment the lion saw Dorothy's succulent ass cheeks, he started to have other tastes. Dorothy's heart skipped a beat as she felt the lion's long wet tongue slide down the crack of her ass. His claws grazed her cheeks as he spread her apart, and he slurped with delight her tight little asshole.
Dorothy looked over her shoulder at her two other men, and she called them over. She told the tin man to scoot under her so she could slide down his chrome cock, and told the scarecrow to take out his big corn cock because she wanted so desperately to suck it. But these orders were difficult to word as Dorothy's whole body shuddered at the pleasure of having her ass eaten out.
Soon, she had the scarecrow's cock in her mouth, her tongue sliding over his tip, while she felt the tin man deep inside her pussy.
Then suddenly, she felt the lion's cock push against her wet little rosebud and she felt her sphincter open like a blossoming flower.
"Ohhh yesss, please!" Dorothy squealed. "Fuck my ass! Ohhh please fuck my ass!"
The lion rammed her hard, driving his fuzzy cock deep into the bowels of her country ass, and the feeling of having three cocks inside, all of different textures, sent her over the edge.
"YES! YES!" She screamed out, and began to feel dizzy. Was she blacking out? Was it all too much for her? Oz was fading away.
When she woke, Dorothy knew she was no longer on the ground. She could feel soft sheets and pillows beneath her.
Was she still in...?
Dorothy rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom back in Kansas! Suddenly, entered her bedroom with Zeke and Hickory behind him. All looked worried.
"Are you feelin' alright Dorothy?" Hickory asked.
"You hit yer head pretty hard," added Zeke.
"Oh, I had the most wonderful dream!" Dorothy exclaimed. She studied the faces of the three men and instantly, it dawned on her why the scarecrow, tin man, and lion and all looked so familiar. "And you were there Hickory," she said. "And you Zeke. Oh and you too Hunk!" Dorothy looked around. "But where...where is Auntie Em?" she asked.
"Why, your Aunt and Uncle went to go find you a doctor. I reckon they'll be gone for at least a few hours."
Dorothy grinned. "Then what are you waitin' for boys?" And throwing her arms over her head, removed her dress.
Tammi
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