Miranda's Magic Mouth Ch. 06.5

Authors Note: My apologies for the delay in publishing chapters. This is a filler episode, but will help to expand the background of the other chapters. I hope you enjoy, leave comments for any thoughts of suggestions.

Once upon a time, in a distant land of hot, shifting sands, and gleaming palaces, where opulence and excess abounds, there lived a prince. He was young and wealthy, with an extraordinary palace surrounded by large walls, filled with gardens of the most exotic and beautiful plants. These things he inherited from his father, he cared not for them, for he had only one use for his wealth; the maintenance of his harem.

He had many women, he treated them well and spent countless hours in their pleasurable company. He might have been the finest lover in all the lands, had he cared to claim that title. He kept a schedule with his concubines. One day he would devote to his newest addition, learning all the ways she enjoyed being touched, and expanding her own knowledge of pleasure that could be had from her body. The next day, he would fuck every last girl in his harem. His guards were quite busy on those days, stopping the girls from squabbling about who would be next or complaining that "she has already climaxed, she is fooling you my prince!"

But on this day, he had a new consort to meet. His manservant had been quite pleased to inform him of his newest acquisition. He had been forced to trade his dark skinned Nubian girl. It pained him to think he would no longer hear her vocalizations as she rode him vigorously, but he limited his haram to only 50 girls. To have any more would be greedy.

He came to the quarters of his newest piece of ripe fruit. The room was filed with the scent of perfume, the copper tub was yet steaming. Several of his girls were leaving the room after bathing their newest sister. They gazed longingly and lustfully at him, hoping he would take them to his bedroom and be his all day and into the night. He pulled them close and whispered to them, suggesting that maybe if they practiced love-making on each other, he may come by to assess them. They giggled to each other, then ran off hand in hand to the kitchens to locate a suitable vegetable to take his place.

His newest woman was seated on one of many lavish couches. She was beautiful, sort of, in a way. She was not pretty. She would have been, had her nose not been excessively large. And if her eyebrows were not so thick and dark. But the prince enjoyed variety, and felt that all women were beautiful.

And this one was beautiful because she had enormous breasts. They were enormous for any sized woman, but she was too slender in the waist for one to think she would remain upright for long. Her skin was the softest of browns. She was clearly of common stock, but had been treated to the delicate palace life for some time now. She was wrapped in fine colored silks that covered portions of her tremendous breasts but left bare her soft middle. Her hips were small Much, much too small for the weight supported above. He enjoyed the contrast. Around her hips she wore a flowing skirt of every color, though soon he would be under it, making her see colors previously unknown in blind ecstatic delight.

He seated himself in an armchair close to her couch. He took his time getting comfortable before speaking.

"You have the largest breasts of all of my concubines," he said plainly.

"The prince has an elegant way with words."

He chuckled. When he was a younger man he would simply lift the skirts of his ladies and pound them until he had seen the sun set and rise again. He was wiser now, and had learned how much more rewarding it was to ravish an eager concubine.

"My apologies. I was simply stating a line from some poetry I read," he said.

"Oh? I must be unfamiliar with it. Who is the poet?"

"Me. I wrote it, for another of my women."

"I am touched that you think of her while I sit here before you. I hope you will not waste much time with an inferior concubine such as me," she said sweetly.

This one aroused him, mentally. It can be strenuous for a man as smart and handsome as himself think with two heads. Her sharp tongue and wit was uncommon in concubines. "Yes, I was thinking if I still had her I might place you two breast to breast to compare your chests." He said flippantly.

"How curious, I was thinking that when you are inside of me, I will also be comparing your size to many others as well."

He laughed aloud and slapped his padded chair. "You have a wicked tongue! I promise you my sweet, you will not have had one such as mine before," he boasted.

"Oh yes, I hear that every time. Oh, I mean," then she changed her tone and demeanor to that of a woman deep in the throes of passion, "Oh my lord! It's tremendous! Oh! Not so deep you wound me you stallion!" She finished her display and sat back against the couch smiling like a vixen.

He looked as though he had been struck; he had not expected such a vocal and challenging concubine. Most common girls closed their mouths and spread their legs, happy to earn the easy life of a palace whore.

"Have you always spoke to your masters this way?" he asked incredulously.

"No, most come to me for stories. Was that not my main attraction?" she asked, as she put her hands to her generous chest in mock surprise, "I thought they told you, I know thousands of stories never told, of things past, current, and that have not happened yet."

"Simple woman, I have read this tale! You think I am a fool," he chuckled.

"No it is so! I can tell you stories never told! I will be your favorite concubine by far my prince," she insisted confidently.

"I do not allow myself favorites anymore my sweet. The last time I took a favorite, I spent three days behind her, thrusting and grabbing her perfect bottom. When I finally spilled the last of my seed upon her back, I left to wash, but when I returned she had passed away," a single tear rolled down his face and into his manicured beard," I apologized to the other concubines for being unaware of my tremendous ability and taking the life of one of my harem, but instead of grief they begged to be pleasured until they died by orgasm."

The concubine raised an eyebrow and grinned suggesting she might doubt his claim, but she said nothing.

"So now I take no favorite. I spill my seed regularly amongst my lusty flock of eager women." He sighed, "now, since I have told you a tale, I will let you tell me a tale, as I sense it would bring you pleasure."

"Because we are sharing sad tales, I shall tell you one."

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Once upon a time there was a beautiful young woman who lived in the forest with her mother. They lived away from the village, because the mother had lain with a married man and had become with child. They were both of the utmost beauty, they had hair like gold, shockingly blue eyes, and bodies more beautiful, sinful, and sensuous than any artist could ever rival. It is said that once the daughter was bathing nude in the river early in the morning, and when the sun rose and it's rays touched her, it receded and did not rise that day, for it knew even the dawn could not match her beauty.

One day the daughter was foraging in the forest when she came upon a lost hunter. He was very handsome, and she had known very few young men her own age. She helped him find his way back and wished him well. But he continued to show up near her house, speaking and laughing with her, courting, then kissing. Then making love, passionately, vigorously, and daily.

"Maybe I will give you a new meaning of passionate lovemaking, then what will your story say?"

"Shh. Don't interrupt."

She became with child, and her mother who had been unaware was distraught. They went into town and found the boy's family and explained everything. Though they were embarrassed and ashamed of what their son had done, they agreed to make arrangements for the two to be wedded.

That same evening, two women came to the cottage door, enraged. They had dark hair and crooked noses, one was rather old and the other very young, a mother and daughter. But the two mothers were no strangers. She was the wife of the unfaithful man who had fathered the beautiful girl, and the beautiful girl had stolen the fiancé from her daughter.

The dark woman declared that she would no longer sit by while these harlots steal the hearts of good men. She cried out that she was a witch and she was cursing them! She cursed them, declaring that they would never keep any man, Their beauty would only be rivaled by their loneliness, and no man would stay faithful and true to them.

The hunter and the beautiful daughter were married that week. He moved into the woods with her, but soon took to visiting the village nightly. She visited the village when she was great with child, and everywhere she went heads turned and whispered followed, mocking her and gossiping about her husband, whose arrow struck new targets each night.

When her daughter was born, he left altogether. And so it was for her daughter, and her daughter next.

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"Their line was cursed until Mandy broke it many years later in the distant land of Kal-ee-foranaya, with the help of her friend Miranda." Said the concubine.

"I don't understand, why did the hunter not marry both women, then have his wives lay atop each other, kissing and touching breasts, while he delved between their legs with his tongue and throbbing member?"

She paused to consider his idea, visualizing it and thinking that maybe this would be a very fun harem indeed. "In this land marriage is only between a man and one women, regardless how much wealth one has," she explained.

"Preposterous. Barbarians!" he declared. "Anyways, who was this Mandy and Miranda you spoke of?"

She grinned slyly, "I hoped you would ask..."

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"Okay bitches, get ready for the first task." Spat the leader for the hazing at Theta Iota Theta sorority. It was freshman year, and Miranda and her roommates were looking to join the most illustrious house on campus. They didn't know why they wanted to, but they were dumb freshman, and Frats and Sororities would collapse if they couldn't recruit stupid freshmen.

"Our initials are sometimes 'TIT' so we have a reputation to uphold. Only the best tits allowed here, right girls?!"

The group of freshmen replied in a unanimous chorus, "Yes Bitch Queen!"

"You know what," mused the Bitch Queen, "I don't really like Bitch Queen anymore, lets go with 'Asstastic Aimee' okay bitches?"

The bitches responded, "Yes Asstastic Aimee!"

"Like I was saying, only the best here in TIT house, so let's go, shirts off!"

The freshwomen looked nervously about, hesitantly pulling at their thin white shirts, which had been part of the issued uniform, along with tiny black shorts and no bra. Sarah however had no hesitation, having spent many years in locker rooms

competing internationally before puberty cruelly cut her gymnastics career short. Her perfect, huge yet somehow perky tits drew the gaze of everyone in the room. Her tight body was painfully perfect to look at. One felt rushed when looking at her, rushed to hurry up and try to memorize every perfect detail because there probably won't be anything this good to look at again.

Asstastic Aimee and her hazing associates made a beeline down the line of freshmen, stopping in front of her. They looked her over like she was meat on the butcher's display. They looked from all angles. Finally, an associate squeezed one of Sarah's breasts and muttered, "they're real..." softly. They looked to each other, and Aimee nodded.

"You're out, bye-bye." She said with finality.

Sarah's face fell somewhat. Mandy who was adjacent spoke up angrily, "Wait what? She's out cause she's hotter than you all?!"

Asstastic Aimee's face flushed with anger, "she wasn't hotter than us," she said, "her skin was too pale. We spend a lot of time in bikini's, we don't need lobster boobs hanging around." The sorority sisters nodded in agreement.

"Fuck this, if she's out I'm out too," declared Mandy. "By the way, my tits are better than yours too!" she said, lifting her tight shirt showing her own round breasts, and shaking them back and forth. They jiggled and bounced, and again the sisters looked to each other in agreement that she was not right for them. Though her boobs were certainly better than theirs.

"It's not all about boobs!" cried Aimee. She turned and smacked her butt, flaunting her own assets as Mandy started to guide Sarah out. Her butt was quite asstastic, all things considered. It was large and round, generously set on her wide hips. It was the sort of ass that can be stared at for hours on end like a fine work of art, or like a television on a boring summer afternoon when nothing good is on but something good might come on but you won't know if you leave to find something else to do so you just keep watching. It was an ass that had inspired numerous rap songs that had never been played on the radio.

"Goddamn!" said Sarah, looking over her shoulder as she was on her way out with Mandy. "Mandy, I think I like girls!" she excitedly whispered.

"Let's go home and find out," giggled Mandy as the door closed.

Miranda was left in the room with the hazing committee and 10 or so other girls. They each had their boobies inspected. Aimee's name changed several times, from 'Asstastic Aimee,' to 'Slut Momma,' to 'Butt queen, smotherer of faces, first of her name, haver of quivering orgasms,' until returning to 'Asstastic Aimee." Her ego was stroked as she ran the girls through pointless and humiliating exercises, which were becoming more and more sexual, as she barked her orders in more and more aroused tones.

Today's hazing was coming to a climax. The freshmen girls were weary and sweaty. There had been spanking, quizzes, contests in which the losers had to pleasure each other, themselves, or the sorority sisters. Miranda, as the only red head there, had to be spanked until her butt was the same color as her hair, which still stung somewhat. Thanks to her unremarkable averageness in almost every other capacity, she was spared any lesbian action or vegetable penetration.

"Now girls. I mean, sluts," started Aimee in a serious tone, "when you join TIT, you join excellence. You can only date from our brother fraternity, Ligma Ligma Sacka." She paced back and forth. "Obviously, this is a major draw for you sluts."

(Miranda's main draw however, was how close their house's parking lot was to campus.)

"LLS has the hottest guys," the sisters all grinned, "and we make sure they're well taken care of," the grins turned wicked as the door burst open, a line of frat brothers marching in, taking place behind the sorority girls. They wore matching crimson t shirts, and nothing else. Cocks and balls of all different shapes and sizes dangled and swayed.

"As you can see, our boyfriends are sexy as hell," said Aimee, wrapping herself around the Adonis-like figure who stood behind her. He leaned down and grabbed her ass, giving it a loud smack. "So because you all SUCK... we're going to get all the sucking out of you. Now get on your knees!"

Miranda got down to her knees. Today had been long so she might as well see this through. Other girls seemed less sure. There was some murmuring, and several girls decided this was too much, berated as they left the hazing hall. The men looked eagerly at the 4 remaining girls, sporting chubs already.

The Sorority sisters pulled their men over to the nervous hazing candidates. There were two per guys to each girl. Miranda had been given Aimee's hunky boyfriend and an equally hunky counterpart; their cocks hung in front of her, one generously thick, the other average, but nice looking. Without any ordering or encouragement, Miranda began to slurp and suck on them. She had never sucked two guys at once, but it seemed easy enough. Saliva dripped down her face as she sloppily took them deep into her mouth. Aimee and the other girl ran their hands over their boyfriends as they demeaned Miranda.

"Look at that slut, desperate for your cock!"

"God she's so fucking horny for you, she wishes she could ride you like I'm going to later."

"Oh my God look how big your dick is from my dirty talk..."

The frat guys had completely lost any interest in their girlfriends and we entirely fixated on Mirandas sloppy sucking. They were both sporting at least ten-inch monsters and Miranda was easily working back and forth between the two of them. The other dudes in the room had noticed, exclaiming and complimenting them on their massive dicks that they hadn't know about. They moaned loudly, finally gushing cum over Miranda's face and chest, panting, telling the other guys to stop with the other girls and get sucked by this one.

The sorority sisters looked to each other, highly concerned, as the remaining six circled Miranda, who continued to do as she was ordered and suck until she couldn't suck anymore. Aimee was having a hushed heated argument with her boyfriend, who was insisting that this wasn't cheating, I mean come one Aimee, you were there the whole time.

The sisters stood around impotently with the hazing candidates, forgotten by their boyfriends, some of which were close to a third orgasm by the marvelous Miranda, until finally they shuffled out to find pink wine, ice cream, and some guys from LLS's rival frat so soothe their tarnished egos. Eventually the guys passed out, unable to keep up with Miranda's endless sexual stamina.

She didn't get into the sorority.

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"Wow, if that were published in a series of chapters I would certainly comment and rate them highly!" exclaimed the young prince.

"Yes, hers is one of many fantastic exploits. Perhaps I shall tell you a story of more contemporary times?" continued the chesty concubine, "I know one of a young Prince who was gifted by the creator with an extraordinarily long penis..."

"Stop, stop," interrupted the Prince. He stood up and walked to where she sat. "Your talents are telling you another story that has yet to happen, see?" He reached deep into his pants and withdrew his tremendous penis, hanging flaccidly before her.

"Oh praise Allah!" exclaimed the concubine.