Miranda's Magic Mouth Ch. 06

The sound of Sarah and Joseph's groans followed Miranda down the hallway and continued to faintly echo in her head as she made her way back to her residence. She was no stranger to sex, and she usually enjoyed herself; but those two went at each other like wild, lusting animals. She wondered if she had a magic vagina instead of mouth that she would be more enjoyment from sex. But there's no alliteration there so here we are.

She heaved the load of books onto her bed. She showered to wash the assorted bodily fluids from her body. Returning to her bedroom, she inspected the haul. It was all assorted yearbooks, spanning the last hundred years. On each page Joseph had selected were pictures of annual college events and daily college life. Until she noticed a short red-haired man in the background of each picture. He seemed more or less unchanged except for his clothes. The most recent picture of him was from last year, posing with a group of fraternity brothers, all wearing the same shirt branded with their emblem. Based on the caption, the fellow went by the name Harry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miranda opened the door to the Ligma Ligma Sacka fraternity house. Seeing as it was just before 10 in the morning, the house was still passed out. Comatose bros were draped over couches. She peered into the kitchen, but no frat brothers were there, just a modest pyramid of beer cans and take-out containers. Empty liquor bottles abounded. She crept up the stairs, fortunately each bedroom's owner was labeled. "Harry Flanigan," this was who she needed to speak to.

She quickly and quietly entered, closing the door behind her. The room was a bit of a mess. The crumpled mound of snoring blankets was presumably Harry. She crept forward and sat on the edge of the bed. Wafting waves of cheap whiskey floated from the stinky pile. She called out his name softly.

He rolled over groggily, looked Miranda up and down and grinned, "hey baby, hope you had fun last night."

Mentally she rolled her eyes, but she had stroked enough male egos and other parts to get what she wanted that another wouldn't hurt.

"Oh my god," she giggled, ditzy as she could be," like so much fun." She was bubblier than a three dollar bottle of sparkling wine, and just as falsely sweet. "This is embarrassing but, well, I don't remember your name..."

He sat up and rubbed his eyes, " yeah I get it, it's my raw animal magnetism baby. Harry, by the way."

She got a good look at him. He was definitely the guy from the yearbooks. Somehow he kept showing up stretching back at least 60 years, yet he was still the same. She got closer to him, doing her best to ignore the frat party stench, "why don't we get to know each other then," she whispered into his ear, flicking it with her tongue.

His hands shot strait to her breasts, grabbing at them like a pair of stress balls.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "just like last night!" she lied. "So, what year are you?"

"I'm a junior," he said. Without warning he shoved his hand down the from of her pants. She was shocked, but trying to keep the illusion up. He wasted no time, and immediately shoved fingers in her, vigorously.

"Oh wow," she was in quite a bit of pain at the fingerblasting he was subjecting her to, but she had landed herself in this, and she would get through it. "Maybe let me return the favor?" she offered, wincing.

"No thanks," he whispered, rubbing her clit like he was trying to start a fire. "I can see the fairy magic on you from miles away Miranda."

She realized the game was up and tried to get up, but he held her there, groping and pawing. She gritted her teeth and squirmed.

"Now forget everything you think you know, and don't ever breathe another word of this. I like my set up." He let her up and laid back down, watching her with ease.

"What the fuck," her voice quivered with rage. She felt violated. "What the fuck are you? What do you mean 'fairy magic'?" She was murderously angry, but he seemed to be the only one with answers.

"I see you aren't going to let this go," he sighed. He pulled open the drawer of his nightstand and removed a large green hat. He shoved his hand in and threw a fistful of something towards Miranda. The room filled with colors and lights and glimmers of gold, the smell of fresh hay filled her nostrils. The last thing she remembered was seeing a pile of horseshoes under the bed as she fell to the floor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She gradually came to in a small, sterile room. The walls were padded with foam, the floor was hard and white. There was a sink and toilet. It was a cell. The door was thick clear plastic. Her clothes had been removed, she was only wearing a plain cotton gown, which went just low enough to cover her crotch. She thought that was somehow sexist and inappropriate, after all, if she were a man the gown would probably go to her knees.

But she didn't have time to question if slutty clothing is ever too inappropriate for erotic stories based around supernatural blowjob abilities, she had to find out what was going on. She heard footsteps. What she presumed was a guard or an orderly appeared in front of her cell. He was tall, dressed in dentist green scrubs, and holding a clipboard.

"Ms. Merkoff, good morning, I presume you speak English, are you fully awake?"

"Who are you? Where am I?" She inquired sharply. She walked to the door. His badge said his name was Blake. He looked like a Blake. Blonde, smart enough to get by, but lacking any initiative or creativity.

"Miranda, let's skip straight to explanations okay? You've been apprehended by the Center for Otherworldly Creatures and Kindred, or COCK."

"Not the first time a cock has gotten the better of me!" she winked and pewpew'd him with finger pistols.

"Haha, yes good one Miranda," he said with no change of tone. "Anyways, we received an anonymous tip and found you unconscious in a ring of mushrooms in a forest rather close by. After running some tests we determined that you radiate strong levels of, well, for simplicity let's just call it 'magic'."

He turned his head at the sounds of several sets of footsteps, "Oh, Steve, Subject 037 is alert now, can you bring her breakfast?"

Two orderlies walked by, with a third in between them. It was a rather unkept man, wearing a gown like Miranda's. Like hers, it stopped rather high, leaving his large hairy balls bouncing in the breeze. So you see? No double standards at the COCK.

"Anyways, we're testing some fluids, trying to determine what exactly is going on with you."

"How about I test some of your fluids, and you let me out of here," she said with a pouty look as her finger pulled her gown northward.

"Ha, good one. Anyways, here's breakfast, we'll be back for an interview later." He left as Steve slid her tray through the opening on her door.

She ate her breakfast, trying not to despair. She pondered trying to figure out how she could get out. She was sure if she could get into contact with them that she could seduce them, and when a man's cock is in your mouth they're pretty easy to manipulate. She thought about how quickly guys she's gotten with get horny around her. It's hard for them to be in her presence even. She eyed her tray and made a plan.

A short while later she heard footsteps again. She put her last bite of eggs in her mouth then spat them back onto the tray. She licked the tray fork and cup and much as she could as quick as she could, then brought it up to the tray slot.

"Ms. Merkoff, how are-" started Blake, but Miranda quickly interrupted.

"Hey, are these eggs still warm?" she motioned, "I think I'm having a medication side effect," she said frantically.

He shoved his finger through the eggs. "Nope, very cold."

"Oh okay," she sighed with relief, "well can you take this away before we get started?"

"Um, sure, hey Steve?" Steve, who always seems to be around just out of sight, swooped by and took the tray. "Now Ms. Merkoff, we have some questions to ask you."

The interview was very basic and general. She answered most of the questions, lied about others. He refused to answer any of her questions, and gave no indications of when or if she would be released. After the questioning they left her alone for sometime, before bringing her another meal. She repeated rubbing saliva over the surfaces and asking them to poke food that she had licked for lunch and dinner. She slept restlessly that night. They dimmed the hallway lights and turned the cell lights off. She worried over her situation, and what her friends and family were thinking happened to her.

In the morning Blake appeared once again with food and questions, but his demeanor had changed. Instead of his previous aloofness he seemed utterly fascinated by Miranda. He couldn't take his eyes off her pale skin.

"Oh Blake, can you ask Steve to bring me another bagel?"

"Steve! Bring Miranda a bagel?" he shouted, like the queen had commanded it.

Miranda slid her gown up her leg, leaving her crotch just out of view as Steve jogged over with a bagel. His mouth fell open when he saw her creamy thigh. Blake noticed too, drinking her in. They stared hard at her, fully mesmerized, until she spoke.

"Well?" she asked innocently.

They shook themselves back to reality. Steve put the bagel down, Miranda's hand brushed against his as he pulled away. He groaned involuntarily, then, embarrassed, looked to see if anyone noticed. He walked away quickly, with a slight poke in front of his loose scrubs.

"Um, anyways Miranda, I'll be back in a little bit, I have some things to stroke, I mean, take care of." He muttered as he walked away briskly.

"Well this is working better than expected," she muttered to herself. Her saliva had made those two enamored with her. Her plan was already coming along.

She continued to rub her saliva on any surface her guards might come into contact with. Blake came back with another survey of questions. He tried to get through them as quick as he could, but Miranda continued to tease him with her short gown, causing Blake to leave with an enormous erection. Dinner came and went. Based off the frequent stares and increased foot traffic by her cell, she estimated at least 6 of the men in the facility had fallen under her charm.

After dinner that night Blake and Steve came to her cell. The lights had been dimmed for several hours, and activity in the hallway had all but stopped. They scanned a pad outside her cell. The click of the lock sounded like a clap of thunder in the silent facility. They shuffled in silently. Miranda's heart was racing. She knew this was probably her chance, but she couldn't help feeling scared and vulnerable.

She sat with her legs over the bed, watching them wide eyed. They came right up to her. She hadn't realized just how large they both were when there was a cell door between them; Steve was easily over 6', and Blake had to be almost 6'6".

"Miranda," Blake whispered softly, "we're here to take some more samples, it's almost 48 hours since you were apprehended.

He was tall, broad shouldered, with a deep rumbling voice. Any other time, she'd love to be locked up alone with him for days on end, but she had an escape planned.

"So where do you want me? I mean, what do you wanna put in me?" She looked up at them, batting her eyes. Steve groaned audibly. She could already see their pants getting tight.

"Um, this swab, please..." Blake held it out for her to take. Instead she lowered herself to it, taking it into her mouth until his fingers were well within her mouth. She saw his manhood spring to life deep within his pant leg. She might be testing her own limits today.

She pulled herself off his fingers. She grabbed Steve's hand and sucked his large fingers, moaning slightly. He didn't need anymore enticement. He pulled his hand from her mouth, stepped forward and shoved his pants down, his cock springing eagerly up.

"Steve! I don't..." Blake started to hiss a warning, but forgot what he was going to say as he watched Miranda bob eagerly up and down his cock. His hands grabbed her thick red hair as she slobbered on him, rubbing up and down his swollen shaft with her little hands. He had already swelled from modestly long and generously girthy to jaw droppingly huge. She turned her attention to Blake.

She stroked Steve in her left hand while she tugged at Blakes waistband with her right. He seemed apprehensive and tried to shy away, trying weakly to offer up some excuse. She enthusiastically tugged down his pants. Had there been time, she would have sat and gawked at the monstrosity hanging by her face. Had there been time, she would have asked what breed of horse his father had been. Had there been time, she would have played with it, comparing it to household items and items from the fridge. Forevermore, she would measure cucumbers as bigger or smaller than Blake's penis.

But there wasn't time, so she put her magic to work. She forced his massive cock into her mouth, from tip to base, redefining the meaning of "deep throat." She felt his massiveness slide down, but it didn't bring her discomfort. She sucked and slurped on him, almost forgetting about Steve, until he started poking her face with his enormous mushroom head.

And that was it. Miranda sat on the edge of the bed holding a massive cock in each hand, bobbing back and forth on each one as rapidly as she could. She worked each long shaft with each hand, keeping them well lubricated by her sloppy mouth. They both grew more and more swollen as she went. She saw Blake's legs start to quiver and heard Steve's breathing turn from low moans into shallow panting. Any other time she would have made the guys cum several times over. But she held her magic back. They couldn't stop her, they were too consumed by pleasure and ecstasy. They just kept growing and growing, and running out of blood to keep oxygen going to their brains.

Steve's cock was almost two feet long when he crumpled to the floor. Blake's face got worried, but when Miranda turned her full attention to his immensity, he groaned and thrust into her magically accommodating mouth. Seconds later, he collapsed.

She wiped the spit and pre-cum from her face and stripped Steve's uniform for some more modest clothes. She took Blake's wallet and security badge. Maybe when this was done, she could look him up to apologize. Repeatedly. Until she was too sore to apologize anymore.

She took off down the hallway. She followed the exit signs and swiped the badge to pass through the security doors. Suddenly the building changed from sterile hospital prison to vague office walls and carpeting. She came to a large foyer realizing the COCK was hidden in a regular high rise office complex. As uninspiring as that is, she briskly walked right out the front door, and didn't look back.

She made it back to her residence, uneventfully. Sarah and Mandy burst into tears when she came through the door. After convincing them that she was okay, they let her return to her own room. She called Joseph and told him everything. The next day they went back to the Ligma Sacka house.

Joseph, Miranda and Sarah made their way through the fraternity. Most of the mess previously lying about had been covered by additional trash. Miranda was somewhat comforted by safety in numbers, but very hesitant.

Harry rolled over when they entered his room again.

"You again!" he exclaimed.

"That's right," she said coolly, "now, I want answers to some questions."

"Say hello to the boys at COCK for me," he said as he reached once again for his nightstand.

"Not so fast," said Joseph, as he pulled a horseshoe from his pocket, "we came prepared."

Harry stopped, the surprised look on his face turned to one of begrudging respect. "Well well. And I suppose the girls have one hidden somewhere too?"

"Indeed. Iron, to counter your magic, Leprechaun." Said Joseph.

"Incredible. But you don't get something for nothing. I propose an exchange."

Joe and Sarah looked to Miranda, who seemed surprised by how easily this was going, "okay, what is it you want?"

"Sexual favors," he grinned smugly.

"I think we all knew that's what I'm here for," said Sarah as she started to undo her impossibly tight jeans.

The leprechaun guffawed, "oh if only. No, I want to have my way with the bookworm," he said, motioning to Joseph.

"What! You're gay?" asked Miranda incredulously.

"Of course, why did you think leprechauns are always associated with rainbows?"

"Um Miranda, I don't know about this..." Joe muttered.

"Please Joe?" she pleaded.

"Now I can help," Sarah said as she swooped in to save the day. She leaned in close to him, whispering into his ear. She seemed to be listing things and ways she was going to thank him for this. His face went through a range of expressions, giddiness, excitement, disgust, lust, and Sarah's hand slid downward, supplementing her offer.

"Oh God yes!" groaned Joe as Sarah stepped back. "Yes Harry, you can use me to get your rocks off. Afterall, a hole is a hole right?" he said confidently as he slid his pants down and his cock stood proudly in the air.

"It's a deal then!" Harry said with glee as he pulled the largest bottle of lube ever made from his nightstand. "Ladies you'll want to wait outside for your man, he's gonna have trouble walking when I'm done."

"Wait what?..."

With surprising strength, Harry shoved him over the bed.

"Sorry Joe! It'll be quick, we'll make it up to you!" the girls promised as they retreated to the hallway. They heard Joe yelp loudly and groan. Then a wet, slow, rhythmic slapping of skin on skin. Then it picked up rapidly, hard and fast, not letting up for some time.

"Wow," giggled Sarah, "if only he was straight right?"

Despite many changes in speed and rhythm, they heard the ginger frat boy pounding Joe for over an hour as they exchanged guilty looks.

"Do you think we should, check in on him?"

"I heard some of the things on your list, this will just make him appreciate them more I think."

Finally, with a series of loud cries in Gaelic and some shouting from Joseph, the pounding ceased. The leprechaun opened the door, wearing a plush robe, holding a wood pipe. Joe was behind him, drenched with sweat and breathing hard.

"I told him everything you'll need to know," grinned the leprechaun, "I hope his memory is as tight as his ass," he said as he grabbed a handful of Joe. Joe winced and waddled out.

They helped Joe along, escorting him back to his apartment to recuperate. He promised to tell them everything soon. However, he told them to make nice with Mandy and bring her on board, because they were going to need all the holes they could get. I mean help they could get.