What's gone before: A dieing tornado spotted Dorothy's trailer park, and found new life as it rushed over to smash it. It got so excited when it saw a babe (Dorothy) take shelter in her trailer, that it wound up throwing the trailer clear into the Wonderful Land of Ooz.
The falling trailer didn't kill the Wicked Lawyer of the West, but it did destroy her breast implants. Since not having big boobs in the west is the same as being dead, Dorothy got Wicked's magical ruby-red panties.
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 Katnipper
Kat 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 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.
