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Passion in Oz	By : Whitestar Category: Titles in the Public Domain > Oz Series Views: 4717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work fiction, based on the Oz series by L Frank Baum.

Chapter List
- 1-Brown, Red, Gold and White
- 2-The Game
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Harper stopped as the flame-haired version of his lover crawled over to them.
"Don't worry," she said. "I promise this won't hurt... much."
"What's going on, Ozma?" the first asked, only to be nuzzled by the other.
"The other one over there and I were talking, and we..." Her voice lowered to a whisper. Harper cocked his head in curiosity as his partner listened carefully, a smile slowly spreading over her face. He continued to give her little thrusts, the nerves in him not wanting a cease to the activity.

"Beloved," Ozma asked finally, looking back at him with her deep green eyes, "how well would you say you've gotten to know me since the first time we made love? Physically."
"I'd say quite well, why?" He knew the look on her face, the look that said that she wanted to do something different. "What..."
"Roll over onto you back, and close your eyes."
"What for?"
"Your princess commands you. Roll over."
He sat up and pulled out and then lay back. He spread himself out and closed his eyes.
"Now," he asked finally, "why do you want me like this?"
"Because," Ozma explained with a kiss, "we want to see if you can tell which Ozma is making love to you."
"What?" He tried to sit up, only to be pressed back down by three dainty pairs of hands and held there.
"It wasn't a request, beloved." Her smile was devious. "Besides, I promise that you won't be the only one to take this little test. The two inside of your wife will be playing along very soon. Now close your eyes."
Harper obeyed and he heard and felt the three bodies shuffling around on the bed. Something soft and furry, a blindfold he guessed, was placed over his eyes. Fingers wrapped about his cock and a tongue traced the slit of his opening. He arched his back as whichever took him into her mouth.
He writhed and moaned loudly as she pleasured him. It was all he could do to keep from grabbing the head of his tormentor as she alternated between sucking and licking him. Precum emerged and was lapped up immediately before she stopped and moved up his body. Legs straddled his waist and came down, engulfing his teased cock in wet warmth.
She began rocking, then thrusting her hips back and forth, her fingernails digging into his chest. He arched his back and she ground down onto him, taking him deeper and deeper...
"You're the red-headed Ozma!" He shouted as he tried to stop her. She kept going until he felt contractions around him and heard her screaming. When she stopped, he pushed the blindfold up and looked up at her.
"How'd you know it was me?" she demanded, her smile betraying her amusement and surprise.
"My Ozma isn't as well-muscled as you are, and I can feel it in your legs." He ran a hand along her leg. "She's also never moved like you just did, and I also noticed that, when you were with the other one over there, that you showed very aggressive tendencies, much like..." He paused and all three looked as Vorestia screamed in orgasm. "Much like a dominatrix. Take charge kinda girl. I noticed it in the way you sucked on me."
She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth. "Very good, but I've noticed, dear Harper, that the other two are a lot more similar. Good luck!"
Vorestia gasped and kissed Dan deeply as the men's thrusts became simultaneous. Milo feathered kisses on the back of her neck as his fingertips found her clitoris and began stroking. Her moans became more intense as she felt about to explode with sensation.
"Harder... harder..." she begged. Milo gripped her waist.
"A request easily granted," he replied and pounded into her. Dan gritted his teeth, staring at the minister, and matched his force. The shapechanger yowled, squirming between them.
The blindfold was pulled over his eyes once more and Harper felt soft lips feathering over his torso. The princess's weight was soon pressing on top of him and he was inside of her. She did feel familiar, slender and lithe and her womanhood tight around him. He stroked her breasts, running his fingers lightly over her nipples, eliciting a groan as her hips moved back and forth. He smiled as he heard the voice.
"I'd recognize that groan anywhere, beloved. It's you!" The blindfold was ripped from his face and Ozma's face descended to his, their noses touching...
...and her brown hair falling over both their faces. "Wrong! Bind him!"
"What?! Hey, I want another chance..." The redhead's wand was out instantly and his hands were bound above his head, tied to the headboard. He struggle as the three grinning and naked Ozmas surrounded him.
"I thought you could tell the difference, beloved," the blond said with a pout. "You'll need more practice. In the meantime..." Her head lowered and her mouth surrounded one of his nipples. The brunette joined her in supping at his other one while the redhead attacked his cock with her mouth, taking it all the way in.
Harper struggled against the ropes, gasping and pleading against the sensations overloading his body. The two at his chest alternated biting, licking and sucking, while his loins were filled with lightning at every pulse of vacuum that Red's mouth made.
"Please... I can't take this... I can't..." They all pressed against him and he howled with orgasm. The red Ozma raised her head and pointed his shooting cock at his face, the semen hitting him with her deadly aim. Some of it landed on the other two Ozmas' faces, but the most of it covered Harper's chest. They all sat up and watched him panting, the Red Ozma still holding him.
"I'd say he's suffered enough torture," she said, licking a little cum from her lips.
"If this is torture," the panting prisoner gasped, "then chain me to the wall..."
"Too late, my love," the blond Ozma said, laying beside him and kissing him. When she finished, a dainty finger drew his head to look at the brunette, curling up on his other side.
"I may require a concubine such as yourself," she said with a kiss. The redhead slid up Harper's body, smearing the hardening semen and looked down into his hazel eyes.
"Me, too, although I may require more a servant than a lover." She kissed him as well, feeling up her "sisters" quite thoroughly. She looked at the blond. "I'm sorry. I fear we have neglected you." She nuzzled her and slid from him, pushing the golden-maned Ozma onto her back, pressing her mouth to the other's.
"Well," the brunette said to Harper, "they could use some quality time." She stroked his penis. "Think you can handle a little more of me, cutie?"
"Actually," Harper said, "I think you could use the intimacy with them a little more, and I need time to recover. Umm..." He looked up. The brunette giggled and straddled his chest and, her breasts hanging close to his face, slowly untied him. "Thanks."
"No problem." She gave him a soft kiss and slid away to join the other two. The redhead beckoned to her and she mounted the flame-haired Ozma's face while the blond pressed her clitoris to the now-captive redhead's. She bit her lip as she rubbed the two buttons together.
Milo and Dan were sweating buckets as Vorestia's body thrashed between them. Dan kept kissing her while Milo squeezed and fondled her breasts. She felt them getting close and clamped down on both of them.
Both men tensed as they suddenly shared the intensity that she was feeling. They shivered as they burst inside of her, filling front and back, sensation racing from the heads of their cocks and spreading out all over their bodies. Vorestia felt every drop and clung to Dan, her cheek pressed against his and sighing in his ear.
Both of them held her, all three lying together as one. For the briefest of moments, none of them were separate. They breathed in unison as they all calmed down.
"I hope," she whispered, "That we may do this again soon."
"Me, too," Dan burst out, pulling his head back and smiling at her. She smiled back and touched his cheek.
"I agree," Milo stated. "This is an experience that bears repeating." He pulled himself from her and flopped onto his back, already shrinking. Dan reluctantly followed suit, kissing her first.
"Well," Dan asked, looking past the unicorn girl, "is this cheating or not, oh vaunted minister?"
"Well that depends on a great many factors," Milo explained, calming his breath, "but really they are all Ozma and thus one shade of the greater whole, so I..."
"What about Vorestia?"
"Shut up, I'm thinking." Milo's attention, and head, turned to the Ozmas, bodies and limbs entangled together.
"Apparently not very hard." Dan looked at Vorestia, curled up and purring.
"Oh quite hard." Milo corrected. Vorestia moaned loudly at that.
"If you're ur anr another round," she said, "I think the triplets have worn out my husband." She turned over and looked at Harper, who was, in turn, watching the other three.
They had changed positions again. The blond lay on her back with the red Ozma kneeling between her legs, lapping happily away. The brunette sat next to the redhead, one hand on Red Ozma's breast and the other hand stroking the ridges inside of her slit.
"Oh, no..." Red said, looking up, juices dripping from her chin. She looked right at Milo. "you have unicorn filth on you, and you're not sticking that thing in me until it's clean."
"Same here, Danny." The brunette shrugged. "Sorry."
Dan sighed heavily. "You think the bath is located in the same place in your world as in mine."
"Perhaps," Milo replied, sliding past the foot of the bed and standing. "Come my friend, we shall prepare for the feast." Dan swung his feet around the bedside and stood as well and nodded.
Vorestia slid over to Harper and put her head on his shoulder. "How ya coming, beloved?" He slid his arm around her shoulders and kissed her lightly.
"I'm cumming very hard, my jewel." He touched himself, still hard. "I haven't climaxed like that in a long time."
Vorestia smiled and took his wrist, then pressed his palm to her belly. "You came that hard when this one was conceived."
"I remember that." He thought for a moment. "Wait, last time we did it like that was... four months ago!" She nodded. "Sure doesn't show on you."
"And I just found out." She nuzzled her husband. "Think we could do a little more, love? We need to celebrate this news." In a softer voice, "The boys weren't that hard on me. I think we need to change that."
"You got it!" He threw her from him and grabbed her wrists, pinning her. His feet separated her legs and he plunged into her with a shriek.
"What's wrong?"
"Just..." he gasped, "a little sensitive yet." He began working his hips, then shuddered as he heard the blond Ozma squeak.
Her fingers knotted among red hair and the soft tongue of her sister stroked her clit to orgasm. "Yes... Yes... Ozma! Ooohhh..." Her legs slid all over the other's back.
The redhead was nearing her own peak as the brunette's fingers caressed her insides to insane sensitivities. Her tongue worked harder the more she , un, until her muffled cries joined the blond's. Then she straightened her body all the way out and lay her head on the blond's thigh.
The brunette crossed her arms in satisfaction. "Payback, darling sister."
"Paybacks are fun..."
"Speaking of fun, here come your husbands." The blond looked at the two sparkling clean men approaching them.
"Please tell me you've saved some for us."
"There's always more for you, Danny!" Brunette Ozma held her arms out to him and he went into her embrace and kissed her passionately.
"Milo, do you want to play a game?"
Vorestia struggled against Harper's grip, unable to move. Sweat covered her again and her back arched as his breath shot out again and again next to her ear. "You know how much I like being held, don't you?"
"Of course." He bit down on her neck, eliciting a cry. Her loins grew wetter still, and his cock stirred the juices with the sound of sensuous sloshing. "Cum for me!" he growled.
"Yes, master! Yeek!" Her mouth fell open and her light gasps filled his senses as he came again, this time harder and mixing his own seed with Dan's. He let her go and they held each other.
Their heads turned at the blond's voice shrieking, "Wrong!"
"My observation skills seem to have been dampened, milady," Milo apologized as the brunette tied his hands.
"Dampened?" The blond leaned forward and nuzzled him behind his ear, clamping her vagina around him. "Why, you scamp! You couldn't even tell me from your own wife. You must be punished." She dismounted the prone Milo and joined the other two at his waist.
"Okay, girls," Red Ozma said with a grin. At once, all three of their tongues attacked his shaft, licking everywhere. Milo almost went into spasms.
Jellia Jamb, Maid of Oz, listened outside her mistress's door, her fingers exploring herself as she listened to the groans and screams. Her fluids ran down her fingers as she squatted to pleasure herself, envious of all within.
"Whatcha doin'?" the maid looked up at Moaz, the redhead's daughter, and bit her lip.
"Please..."
"Please? Must be pretty exciting." The princess put her ear to the door as a scream almost vibrated it. "Daddy?!" She straightened. "I think I shall have to find that Nat fellow. Have fun." She patted Jellia on the head and walked away, squirming slightly.
Vorestia and Harper held each other, watching the competition.
"You would be mine," Dan said, and the blindfold slipped off.
"I knew someone had to win this," the brunette said as she laid a kiss on him that could have leveled a tree. "Now you have to finish me off."
"With pleasure." He held her on top of him and thrust upward, their tongues pressing each other's. He rolled them both over and pressed into her as far as he could, pumping his hips as hard and fast as he could, bringing her past her limits.
His seed filled her, its heat sending waves of orgasm all through her body. They held each other in a passionate kiss for what could have been forever, then collapsed.
Then the applause broke out. Dan propped himself up and Ozma covered her face, laughing and blushing deeply.
"I bow to the best man," Harper said with a chuckle. All five onlookers were sitting cross-legged, watching and now clapping.
"Do you think," Dan asked his beloved, "that they'll want a rematch?"
Suddenly, an orgasmic cry emerged from the other side of the bedroom door...
The End
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