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Love on the Yellow Brick Road
by Lucrezia
"I'll get you my pretty, and your little dog too!" The wicked witch squealed diabolically as she disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.
"Oh, not Toto!" Dorothy wailed,"Oh, Scarecrow, don't let her take Toto!"
"It's all right, Dorothy. I won't let anything happen to Toto. But if I had a brain, I'd think that the Wicked Witch is real mean." Scarecrow said, draping one of his warm, soft, stuffed arms around Dorothy's shoulder.
Dorothy sniffled, cuddling her dog in her arms and humming"Some Where Over the Rainbow" as Scarecrow rubbed her shoulders.
"Ah, that feels nice, Scarecrow," Dorothy sighed as she sat down and let him continue to rub her back."I think I could forget about Kansas for a while if you keep that up." Dorothy set Toto down and he went to play in a nearby patch of grass with a mysterious Oz butterfly.
Scarecrow desperately wanted Dorothy to stay in Oz...he knew that she wanted to go home and that he would help her in anyway he could, but if she chose to stay in Oz, his life would be complete. He gently stroked her dark, glossy, braided hair, his fingers dancing lightly over her back. Oh, if she would only stay, he would love her for the rest of his life, he promised himself. She, this wonderful Goddess who had opened the doors to life for him, and had taken him down from that wretched pole. He wished he had a brain to help him think of a way to persuade her not to go."Dorothy?"
"Yes Scarecrow?" She asked in that rich, lovely voice of hers, that honey-smooth voice far too inviting for one so young.
"Your dress is gettin' in the way just a little of me rubbin' your back...do you think you could take it down some?"
"Oh!" Dorothy exclaimed, blushing"What would Auntie Em say?!"
Scarecrow looked around,"I don't see any Auntie Em, Dorothy. Besides, it would let me touch you better if you took it off."
Dorothy finally smiled and slid out of her blue calico frock. The smooth whiteness of her skin was a marvel to Scarecrow, a beauty beyond beauties. He gasped and reached out for her.
They sat by the side of the deserted yellow brick road, Scarecrow working his magic fingers over Dorothy's back and neck and bottom, over her tummy...and...and....oh, those beautiful mounds on her chest! What could those be, Scarecrow asked himself? So round and bouncy and smooth with pretty pink tips that Dorothy moaned and sighed when he pinched.
Finally, his hands traveled down her legs, rubbing her feet, her calves, her thighs....
"Ooh, no, Scarecrow, not there!"
"Why not, Dorothy?"
"Aunt Em says that's my"special place" and I can't let no men touch it!"
"But Dorothy, I'm not a man, I'm a Scarecrow!"
Dorothy thought for a moment."That's true. I guess you can touch it then."
She smiled warmly and leaned back against Scarecrow's chest. Scarecrow's fingers trembled for some reason as he spread open the pink, dewy petals of her small peach and explored. Dorothy moaned as he stroked her throbbing little nubbin of a clit. She wriggled back against him,"Oh, Scarecrow! Oh!"
He whispered a throaty, excited voice,"You like that, Dorothy?"
"Yes, oh yes Scarecrow!"
Scarecrow slid a finger into Dorothy's virgin slit, and her entire body spasmed in pleasure as he continued to stroke her clitoris.
"Oooooooooo!" Dorothy moaned.
Scarecrow felt so much affection for her just then, that he tried to kiss her cheek, but instead he kissed her earlobe, and her neck, drawing wet spirals on her skin with his tongue, wanting to taste and pleasure her....
Soon, Scarecrow was on his knees before Dorothy. He looked up at her with wide, animated eyes, nestling his burlap cheek lightly against her quivering thighs. He grinned at her, then extended his tongue to lap at her dripping peach.
"You taste so nice, Dorothy, like fresh sweet corn!" he exclaimed, then drove his tongue faster into her, trying not to scratch her with his straw stuffing. He couldn't help some stray straws rasping lightly over her skin, earning gasps of ticklish glee and pleasure from her.
Suddenly, Dorothy began to spasm and shudder, and everything around her seemed to spin. For a moment, she thought there was another twister, but it was only the glorious climax that Scarecrow gave her that shook her so. Scarecrow raised his head from between her thighs and stumbled up beside her. He gently stroked her and said softly,"If you stay with me in Oz I'll give you lots more of those, Dorothy....and...." his burlap blushed,"...and, I'll love you. I do love you. I love you more than anything, Dorothy. You saved me from those nasty old crows and that pole. You taught me how to talk and walk. I love you."
Dorothy smiled a fresh, lovely farm-girl smile, and
helped Scarecrow to his feet. She linked her arm with his and said, her
somber-rich voice unsteady,"Come on, Scarecrow, we're off to see the
Wizard!"
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