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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic Ch.5 by Rachael Ross (M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Mast, Light BDSM)
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A Little Magic
By Rachael

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature
audiences.
Story Codes: M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Mast, Light BDSM

A Little Magic - Chapter Five


Pauline sighed unhappily. She was lying down in a cardboard box, of
all things. A shoebox, as if she were a baby kitten or something,
unable to be trusted to wander the house alone. The bottom was lined
with a fresh hand towel, plump and soft and smelling of downy, but
that didn't make the diminutive woman feel any better about her
situation. The cover had been taped down, and small air holes poked
into the sides. Pauline had tried to escape, pushing against the top,
trying to tear the cardboard, but it may as well have been constructed
of plywood so far as she was concerned.

The air holes were large enough for her to peek through, but the
bedroom was empty now. Brenda and Robert had left her there, in the
box on one of the nightstands near the bed. They were probably
downstairs, Pauline thought, or maybe tucking their children away for
the night. It didn't matter and Pauline didn't really care. All that
mattered was that she was trapped, caged like a family pet, and all
she could do was lay there in the darkness and plot her revenge.

Downstairs Robert and his wife were sitting in the living room, having
tucked in their little girls, and they were ostensibly waiting for the
9pm local news. It was their daily routine, to get the kids in bed
soon after dinner, and then relax together, discussing their day, and
after the news retire to bed. It was altogether normal and comforting,
but not this evening.

Robert sat in his reclining thinking of Pauline, although he very much
wished his mind would focus on something else. He was remembering the
way his boss had looked in his hands, masturbating in front of him,
touching herself beneath the warm spray of the shower. It made him
feel guilty, an experience new to him, and he shifted against the
small cramps that twisted in his stomach.

"I don't like her, Robert." Brenda was saying. "I don't like her and I
don't want you taking anymore showers with that woman."

Robert swallowed nervously and nodded his head.

"Why is she here anyway? What were you thinking, doing that...that magic
to the woman?" Brenda was still trying to accept that part of the
story, but seeing was believing.

"She's my boss, Brenda. I only want to help her." Robert said, unable
to explain himself any better than that.

"Help her?" Brenda shook her head. "She's evil, Robert..."

"Oh, now Brenda." Robert almost smiled. "She's not evil, she's just
confused is all, she never learned how to treat other people. She's
good inside, I'm sure of it."

"Hah!" Brenda snorted derisively. "You're so naīve Robert, you really
don't know anything, do you?"

Brenda didn't mean what she said in a bad way, she wasn't trying to
hurt him, she was only stating the truth. Robert was altogether too
good of a person. He cared about people too much and Brenda admired
that in him, and loved him for it, but at the same time she often
wished he were just a little more realistic in his view of the world
and the people in it.

Robert just shrugged. He'd heard those words before and he couldn't
change who he was, which made him frown as he had to wonder then if he
could really change who Pauline was. He dismissed his doubts quickly,
knowing he had no choice but to believe it. He couldn't very well undo
what he'd done, could he?

"She just needs a lesson..." Robert offered.

"What she needs is a spanking." Brenda countered. "Have you thought of
that?"

Robert swallowed hard as he had indeed thought of that, many times
since that morning when he'd paddled Pauline's perfect little ass with
his pen. At the time it had seemed innocent, if you'll excuse the
word, certainly it hadn't been sexual in any way, but now...Robert
squirmed slightly, feeling his penis throb uncomfortably in his
trousers.

Thankfully Brenda hadn't noticed and she continued on without pause.
"And why does it have to be you anyway, Robert? Why not someone else,
someone from the office? You could give her to someone and let them
worry about teaching the woman proper manners."

"No." Robert shook his head. "She's my responsibility. I have to help
her now, to see this through to the end."

"She'll be the end of us, if you're not careful." Brenda predicted
sadly and not altogether wrongly. "I've seen women like her before.
She's dangerous."

Brenda had seen the changes in her husband. The way he hesitated to
look into her eyes, the way he sat uncomfortably, restless and
nervous. It wasn't like him, not at all, and it frightened Brenda. She
remembered women from college, predators like Pauline , who'd used
their sexuality ruthlessly to get what they wanted. They used their
beauty as weapons, manipulating men, twisting them to their own
devices. Brenda had found such women intimidating and frightening,
making her feel small and insignificant by comparison. And worse than
that, Brenda would scarcely admit even to herself, was the envy she'd
felt watching them. The small and somewhat guilty desire to emulate
them, to enjoy their power over the world around them.

It made Brenda angry to admit that she was jealous of Pauline and she
tried very hard to hide those feelings.

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"Do you think she'll be okay in there?" Robert asked. He was sitting
on the bed, wearing only his boxers as that was how he liked to sleep,
and looking at Pauline's shoebox.

"She'll be fine." Brenda called from the small bathroom adjoining the
bedroom, inwardly hoping that the woman would be anything but.

Robert frowned, resisting the urge to open the box and see for
himself, but part of him was afraid that the reason he wanted to look
wasn't altogether out of concern for Pauline's comfort.

"She'll sleep like a baby." Brenda said, turning off the bathroom
light and standing in the doorway expectantly.

"Wow." Robert stared at his wife as she stood there, his eyes going
wide with pleasure. "Where did that come from?"

"What? This old thing?" Brenda laughed softly.

She was wearing a wonderfully sexy lace teddy and thong panty, fire
engine red and just sheer enough so that Robert could make out his
wife's dark nipples and the small thatch of brown pubic hair above her
sex. She was still an attractive woman, Robert thought, with her soft
smooth thighs, rounded hips and full breasts. She wasn't quite so thin
as she'd once been, but that wasn't worth complaining about. Her green
eyes sparkled and Brenda had brushed her hair and even applied a
little makeup, some lipstick that complimented her lingerie
beautifully.

It was almost enough to make Robert forget about Pauline...almost.

"But what about..." He glanced at the shoebox beside him, knowing what
he and his wife were about to do.

"She's fine right where she is." Brenda said softly, moving to the
king sized bed and crawling across it slowly. She had a look of pure
mischief in her eyes and Robert doubted he'd ever seen his wife so...
sexy. Even on their honeymoon, when they'd had sex for the very first
time, it was nothing like this.

"What's gotten into you?" Robert smiled, feeling his cock rising with
excitement.

"Ask me that later, lover." Brenda whispered huskily, placing a hand
behind her husband's head and kissing him, gently at first, and then
harder, working her tongue into his mouth.

Robert resisted at first, not because he didn't want her, but only
because he was confused. He'd never seen Brenda so aggressive before
and it was a pleasant surprise. He kissed her back and then moaned as
Brenda's free hand found his penis, reaching under the waistband of
his boxers and grasping his thick cock gently.

This is mine! Brenda thought to herself, knowing that Pauline was only
a few feet away from them, listening to every sound they made. Robert
and his big...heart...belonged to Brenda, not to his boss, and she was
determined to prove it. She hoped Pauline was watching them through
the small holes Brenda had made with precisely this purpose in mind.
It had been her plan since shortly after she'd caught them coming out
of the shower together, and Brenda was sure it would work. She'd make
Robert forget all about the bitch in the box. If he wanted a whore,
Brenda would be one for him, doing anything and everything she could
think of to keep her husband's faithful attentions.

"Ohhhh..." Robert sighed, turning to face Brenda and lie with her on the
bed. "What about the lights?" He asked, knowing Brenda always
preferred them off during their lovemaking.

"Leave them on." Brenda whispered in his ear and then bit his earlobe
playfully. "I want to see you when you fuck me."

"Brenda!" Robert's eyes widened in shock. His wife swore,
occasionally, but talking dirty in bed? This was entirely new for her.

Brenda giggled and went back to work kissing her husband, moving her
mouth across his lips and cheeks, up to his eyes and then his forehead
as she pushed him lower. "Kiss my breasts, Robert...My nipples...kiss them
for me..."

Brenda was surprising even herself and could barely believe how
aroused she was getting. Usually it took her awhile, even when she
really wanted sex, it would take a lot of kissing and touching before
she became well and truly ready for it. But tonight she was already
wet, the juices from her sex seeming to pour from her pussy and she
squeezed her thighs together with pleasure. Her nipples flashed hot
and cold, already stiff and aching for Robert's mouth to suck them.
Brenda was as excited as she'd ever been and it was all because she
knew Pauline was there. She was watching them and that idea was more
thrilling to Brenda than any other.

And Pauline was watching, pressing her eyes to a ragged hole and
staring at the two lovers on the bed. She was still angry, perhaps
even more so because her instincts told her what was going on. Brenda
was behind this, Pauline thought, knowing it was true because it was
exactly what she would have done, given the opportunity. In fact it
had been Pauline's plan to seduce Robert in front of his wife, forcing
Brenda to watch as he loved her, destroying the woman and her precious
marriage.

Now the tables had turned and while Pauline fumed and frowned, she had
no choice but to continue watching. She blamed it on boredom, but
there was more than the woman's need for entertainment at work there.
She felt her body flushing and Pauline soon found that her fingers
were playing across her flesh, massaging her breasts as she stared at
Robert and his wife.

"Jesus...what a cock..." Pauline breathed, staring with some small
jealousy as Brenda worked it free of Robert's shorts. It was hard and
long and standing a full 9 inches at least and thick...Pauline licked
her lips as she watched Brenda bend her mouth to take the swollen head
between her soft red lips.

"Oh, Brenda...Oh my..." Robert moaned softly as he stared at his wife.
She'd only tried sucking his cock once before, and then only because
Robert had wondered what it would feel like. She'd tried and less than
a minute later decided she hadn't really cared for it, but now...Robert
blinked at the woman, wondering what had changed her mind suddenly, a
full ten years later.

Brenda worked her mouth slowly around the smooth head of Robert's
cock, reminding herself why she was doing this. It wasn't that she
didn't like it, Brenda honestly didn't know if she did or not, what
she did know was that only a whore would do such a thing. A slut and
Brenda had never been one of those. But she was now and determined to
be the best slut in the world, at least so far as Robert was
concerned.

Pauline giggled softly, rubbing her clit and shaking her head at
Brenda's attempts to give her husband a blowjob. She was obviously
inexperienced and Pauline thought the woman might actually hurt
herself if she wasn't careful; a penis that size was nothing to take
lightly. Pauline felt a little better knowing that for all her efforts
Brenda was merely showing the world that she was out of her depth in
the bedroom, and that boded well for Pauline, who knew tricks and
techniques that would have made a Bangkok bargirl blush.

Let her have her fun tonight, Pauline thought, Brenda was leaving the
door wide open because once Robert had a taste of what a real woman
could do in the bedroom, he'd never again be satisfied with the
fumblings of his amateur wife. Pauling fingered herself eagerly now,
critiquing Brenda with every breath. The woman looked like a virgin
schoolgirl on her first date, Pauline thought with a shake of her
head. And now what? She was going to deep throat that monster?

"Not likely." Pauline said out loud and then yelled happily in her
high pitched voice "Give up, Brandy! It'll never fit!"

But Brenda didn't give up, she had her lips stretched tight around the
shaft of Robert's penis, having worked the head and all of another
inch besides into her mouth. But there was no more room and Brenda had
no idea how to make more. She felt herself choking on her husband's
cock and she pulled back, gasping for air and swallowing painfully. It
was frustrating because Brenda had heard of women who could take all
of a man into her mouth and she naturally thought it should have been
easy.

Brenda just didn't know that Robert was bigger than most men by far
and that even with an average sized penis it did take some practice to
get it down. That of course is the problem when two virgins marry,
they just don't know any better.

"Its okay, Brenda..." Robert was smiling. "It felt good..." He thought
Brenda was finished but she surprised him by returning to her task,
but this time contenting herself with sucking just the head into her
mouth and washing it with her tongue. She kept her hands on Robert's
cock, stroking him wile she sucked, and even reached down to fondle
his heavy balls, rolling them carefully with her fingers and enjoying
Robert's happy reaction.

Maybe she couldn't take all of him, but that didn't mean she couldn't
make Robert feel good, Brenda thought to herself. What really
surprised her however was how much Brenda was enjoying what she was
doing. She hadn't fully thought about Robert's pre-cum, which was
rather heavy and filling her mouth along with her saliva, but Brenda
soon found it had very little taste and she ignored it, swallowing it
down and concentrating on Robert's big cock. She liked the way it felt
in her hands, heavy and alive, seeming to have a mind of its own as it
jerked and throbbed occasionally. It was so warm too, and the skin so
soft...She sighed happily as she ran her tongue along the underside,
pressing Robert's cock to her face so that it stretched from her chin
to her temples.

"Oh jeez, Brenda that's so good... You're going to make me cum soon..."
Robert warned his wife softly. "Let's make love now...I want to love you
now..."

"Mmm..." Brenda nodded, feeling the same desire as she reached down to
feel the wetness between her thighs.

She was ready for it, ready to make love to her husband the way a
woman should. Not someone else's husband, Brenda glared at the shoebox
briefly as she moved, but her own husband. She pushed Robert back as
he tried to rise, putting her palms on his chest and smiling down at
him as she straddled him with her legs.

"I should get a condom..." Robert said, wondering why Brenda was
stopping him. He always wore a condom, at least when they weren't
trying to have a baby and that had been nearly five years ago.

"I'm ovulating..." Brenda licked her lips, telling herself it was only a
small white lie. She didn't know if she was or not, but it was close
to the middle of her cycle, so maybe...

"You want a baby?" Robert looked up at his wife and Brenda nodded. He
had his hands on her hips and he gave her a gentle squeeze, feeling
his stiff cock trapped beneath her humid sex. Brenda was grinding
herself against him, her body blushing with excitement and damp with
perspiration. She was so beautiful, Robert thought, the most beautiful
woman in the world.

"Make a baby in me." Brenda sighed, lifting her hips and reaching down
so she could fit the tip of Robert's cock into her pussy. "I love you
so much..." Brenda moaned loudly as she sank her vagina down on Robert's
penis, feeling it stretch her pussy with some small discomfort that
soon went away completely. She was wet and ready and another baby
would cement Robert's love and loyalty forever, Brenda was certain of
that. He'd be infatuated with her and the baby growing inside her, as
a husband and father should be, and Pauline would only be a bad
memory.

"A baby?" Pauline groaned, her face pressed against the cardboard and
her knees shaking as she fucked three fingers into her cunt. "Oh, you
fight dirty, don't you?" She said to herself. "If that's the way you
want it..."

Pauline may have wanted to say more, but she was cumming then, her
mind filled with the image of her newest rival taking Robert's large
cock into her hungry pussy. Thoughts of revenge, of making Brenda pay
for her insults, of bringing Robert to his knees with lust...Fucking
him, feeling that huge prick in her own desperate sex...Pauline was
gasping, breathless and weak, falling to sit and then lie on her
makeshift bed. She was fucking Robert now, in her mind, taking his
penis deep into her own womb. She'd never wanted a child in her life,
but maybe...Oh, that would make him pay, wouldn't it? Fathering a child
with another woman, Brenda would never, ever forgive Robert for that...
And a baby growing in her belly...

It was a secret dream, like so many others, that Pauline dared not
admit. She had no time for a husband, no time for babies or a family.
She'd told herself a thousand times that she wasn't like other people,
other women, she didn't feel that silly need to anchor herself to one
place. She didn't want to ruin her perfect figure or spend the time
raising a child, loving it, seeing it grow and carry forward her own
hopes and dreams...

But that was the underlying dream that sustained Pauline as she slept
finally, her body damp with sweat and scent of her arousal still
wafting on the cool night air. And as all real dreams must, this one
would linger in her heart for a long, long time.


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End of Chapter Five

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