Chapter 3: If I Only Had A...

Dorothy turned, puzzled. "Did you hear that?" she asked Toto.

The little dog looked up at her and panted.

"Then some people prefer that way," the voice said.

Dorothy whirled around. Still nobody.

But the scarecrow was pointing the other way.

As Dorothy watched, the Scarecrow lifted his head and smiled. "Then of course," he grinned, "some people prefer it up the ass." He thrust his hips forward in an obscene gesture.

"Why, you can talk," Dorothy said.

"Of course I can talk. I have a mouth." The Scarecrow winked. "And I know how to use it, too."

"Oh, really?" Dorothy breathed, coyly.

"Yeah!" The Scarecrow wiggled on his pole. "How about getting me off this stick so we can get it on?"

Dorothy had long since stopped being shocked at what was going on in this strange land. She set down her pack, and stepped over the low fence into the cornfield. She slipped through the coarse corn stalks up to the Scarecrow's post.

She reached up to bend over the nail holding the Scarecrow on his post. She lost her balance; she grabbed at the Scarecrow to keep from falling on her face.

Her hand felt something hard; she noticed that her hand was over the Scarecrow's groin.

"Ooooh," she whispered. "Is this a corncob in your pants, or are you happy to see me?"

The Scarecrow grimaced. "It's a corncob, actually," he said with a pained voice. "Just get me down from here."

"Down?" Dorothy smiled. "You want to go down?"

"Gladly," the Scarecrow winked. "Just bend the nail, would you?"

Dorothy reached up again and bent the nail over. The Scarecrow slid down the pole into a heap on the ground.

Dorothy bent over a bit to look at him lying there. "Are you all right?"

The Scarecrow grinned again. "Yes. I'm fine."

"Then why are you just lying there?"

"'Cause I can look up your skirt from here."

Dorothy laughed. "If all you want to do is look..."

"Oh, No!" the Scarecrow said, scrambling to his knees. "May I?" He reached for Dorothy's skirt.

"Why not?" Dorothy whispered.

The Scarecrow took Dorothy's skirt between his trembling hands, and pulled it up, revealing her naked lower limbs.

"So lovely," the Scarecrow breathed.

Dorothy adjusted her stance, separating her legs. She held her skirt up.

The Scarecrow's glove-fingers slid up her inner thighs until they reached her soft nether lips.

Dorothy closed her eyes, lay her head back, concentrating on the sensations.

The Scarecrow leaned forward, pressing his nose into her pubic hair. He extended his tongue, and brushed it over the contours of her slit.

He leaned back. "You taste good," he grinned up at her.

Dorothy smiled. "Wait a minute," she breathed. She pulled her dress up over her head, then lay it on the ground. She sat down on it, and pulled her knees up. She lay back, her pussy open and inviting.

The Scarecrow crawled up between her feet and applied his tongue where it did the most good.

"Mmmmm," Dorothy moaned. "Maybe you do know what you're doing!"

The Scarecrow sniggered as his tongue continued to stroke Dorothy's clit.

Dorothy's back arched as the contractions took over. Her body shook, and she clamped her legs around the Scarecrow's head.

The quivering took several minutes, an up-and-down sensation as the Scarecrow's tongue kept working her clit as she climaxed two then three times.

She finally released her hold on the Scarecrow's head, and he fell over backwards, landing spread-eagled on his back.

When Dorothy caught her breath, she sat up and crawled up between the Scarecrow's legs. "Now it's your turn," she said.

She fumbled with the buttons on the Scarecrow's fly, then reached inside. She pulled out a corncob and held it in her hand. It was not attached to the Scarecrow's body.

"Is this your..."

The Scarecrow pushed himself up on his elbows and nodded. "Not much, is it?"

Dorothy smiled. "It's so smooth."

"Well, I've polished it a lot."

"I see. Does this feel good?" Dorothy touched the corncob to her lips.

"Wait..." the Scarecrow said. He reached up, took Dorothy's head gently in his hands, and pulled it forward, until the end of the corncob touched his groin. "Now I can feel it. It has to be touching me."

Dorothy slid her lips down the length of the corncob, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could.

"Oh gosh," the Scarecrow moaned. "I never imagined it would feel this good!"