A Little Magic A Little Magic - Chapter Eight "Oh...Oh God!" Brenda gasped softly, cumming for the third time in the last five minutes. The woman was shaking all over, hot and flushed, her fingers rubbing her clit in small quick circles as she watched through the barely opened door at what was happening on the bed. On her marriage bed. The diminutive woman, Pauline, was riding her husband's cock, fucking her body along its length. "Ohhh...." Brenda wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't. She had to watch, it was like a punishment, seeing that tiny beautiful woman, not even as tall as Robert's cock was long, sliding up and down the ruddy shaft. But the rewards...Brenda couldn't breathe. She couldn't think straight. Why did it turn her on seeing that? She should have been outraged by it, seeing her loving husband cheating with another woman. Brenda felt humiliation, even though she knew neither of them could know she was there watching, Brenda knew. She knew that Pauline was winning, she was stealing Robert away, taking Brenda's place as the woman in his heart. It was what she'd always feared, what made her so jealous and timid around other women, other, more beautiful women. She deserved this, a little voice was saying. Brenda deserved to lose to a woman like Pauline. She wasn't as beautiful, or smart, or self-assured. It should be her that was small and insignificant, not Pauline. Brenda was the one who was barely 6 inches tall, she knew it in her heart. Pauline was still towering over here, as if she hadn't shrunk at all. Even that spanking, that terrible torment Brenda had inflicted on the woman, meant nothing now. Pauline had used it against her. She'd taken that punishment and turned it into a victory and Brenda sobbed as another orgasm rushed through her feverish mind. She hated herself for it, for feeling that way, for enjoying the way she felt so debased and useless. Pauline was dominating her completely while Brenda masturbated, and the little woman didn't even know it. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Or maybe she did. Pauline giggled, feeling her own recent orgasms fading like a warm soft glow through her flushed body. She was covered with Robert's sperm, inside and out. She was hot and sticky and she rubbed what she couldn't push into her steaming sex onto her breasts and across her face. "What a luxury!" Pauline sighed. A sperm bath, who could imagined such a thing? And Pauline decided that she'd have to have Robert jerk off into a cup, or maybe that smooth shell-shaped soap dish in the bathroom; that looked like a bathtub anyway, and then Pauline could take a real bath in the stuff. She smiled at Robert who was just finally catching his breath and smiling back, hardly realizing what had just happened. "Do you like me, Robert?" Pauline asked softly, moving back to Robert's cock, which was merely as large as Pauline herself now, semi- hard and just as wet. "Oh yes." Robert nodded. "Do you...love me?" Pauline climbed onto his penis, which was lying flat, curved just a little, and rather soft like a huge, odd-shaped pillow. "I...What?" Robert blinked, as if realizing where he was and he looked around. "What are you doing? We've got to stop, Pauline!" But Robert wasn't moving to stop the woman as she straddled his cock once more, hugging it to her tummy, flattening her breasts against as she pressed her cheek to the smooth soft head. It felt good like that, like nothing Robert had ever felt in his life. She was snuggling on his cock, Pauline's long legs wrapped around it as far as possible, her tiny hands digging at the velvet soft skin, gripping and pulling. "No we don't..." Pauline sighed. "I love your cock, Robert...God, I love it like this!" And Pauline wasn't lying, nor was she out of her mind with passion. She was perfectly lucid now, and she knew she'd had an epiphany of sorts, a revelation that had struck her like a lightning bolt out a clear blue sky. She loved that huge cock, the way it was so big and strong, uncontrollable like a wild beast, and yet she could tame it. She could make it do as she commanded. How could she ever have been satisfied with normal sized men? How would she ever be again after this moment, after this perfect union? She didn't miss the penetration at all, it wasn't important that Robert's cock would never fit into her miniscule womb. She didn't need that. Pauline needed this, just the holding, the grinding and kissing. She moved her sex up and down, feeling the wetness running from her, enjoying the way Robert's cock was sticky, making her skin cling and yield. "P-Pauline...Please..." Robert felt his cock stirring, it was unavoidable. The way Pauline moved, the way she held him. He was getting hard again, as if he were helpless, bound to the woman's whims. How could he say no? It felt so good, better than with his wife even...maybe.... "Oh no..." Robert closed his eyes, knowing he'd cheated on his wife. He hadn't been inside Pauline, but it was the same thing. He'd made love to her; there was no other word for it. He had loved her and he still did. But he loved his wife as well, how could he possibly reconcile those emotions, that contradiction? And his cock was throbbing, making Pauline moan as she felt it, making Robert reach down to touch her. "Yesss....Oh Robert, touch me..." Pauline sighed, feeling the man's gentle hand over her back. He circled his fingers around Pauline, and his penis, squeezing them together, but only gently, just a little, enough so that he could move his hand back and forth. Pauline moaned loudly, feeling Robert's gently touch as he began sliding her up and down the lengthening shaft. He was going to jerk off and he was using Pauline to do it. He wasn't actually squeezing, just helping her, giving her firm round ass that little push so she could slide up the shaft, all the way so she could turn her face down and tongue the gaping eye a moment before sliding back down. It was rather like a strange carnival ride and the sensation of that now fully grown cock, all nine inches of it, moving beneath her body gave Pauline an even greater thrill then she'd experienced before. This was perfect, it was heaven. She was riding him now, really riding the man, and he was looking at her, staring at her with lust and love and desire. Brenda was forgotten once more, and Robert belonged to Pauline. "Ahhh..." Brenda bit her lip, unable to believe they were doing it again! Robert was even helping her this time and Brenda could barely see Pauline as her husband held the woman to his straining cock, moving her back and forth as he used his thumb on the opposite side, keeping his cock straight and tall, and jutting towards the ceiling like a monument to infidelity. She wanted to go to them. The urge was distinct and powerful. Pauline was in her bed, with her husband. Brenda was replaced now, the way it should be. She didn't deserve the man, Pauline did. Brenda deserved only to serve them. It was as if years of pent-up submission, of a perverse desire to be dominated by women she imagined to be superior, were suddenly loosed on Brenda's weakened spirit. She'd fought it for so long, and even today she'd done as much as she could to prove her worth, but it was all for naught. Brenda crawled into the bedroom quietly, the door barely squeaking as she shouldered it slowly open. She had her head bowed, tears streaming down her red cheeks. Brenda was going to cum again, just from this act of complete submission. She was going to orgasm on the floor as she approached her husband and his lover. "Brenda!" Robert caught sight of his wife finally, naked and burning with humiliation, crawling on her hands and knees. He let go of Pauline and his penis, leaving his cock to fall heavily to his trembling belly with a dull wet smacking sound, Pauline still clinging to it, and very near her own orgasm. She looked over her shoulder, wondering what Robert was talking about at first, as Brenda was kneeling low and out of the smaller woman's sight. But then she lifted her head and Pauline saw a look she recognized immediately. Defeat! Total and abject humiliation. All those girls were the same, Pauline thought to herself, giving Robert's cock a good hard grind with her creaming sex. They all wanted to be like Pauline, and knowing she couldn't be, Brenda would settle for the next best thing, worshipping the woman as her superior. "Lick us!" Pauline commanded, for even if Robert was utterly confused and worried and possibly ready to bolt from the bed on guilt driven legs, Pauline knew exactly what was going on. Brenda swallowed hard and nodded. "Answer me when I speak to you, bitch!" Pauline demanded, pausing Brenda's approach. "Yes Mistress." Pauline sobbed, digging her fingers into her pussy as the soft walls collapsed with another small orgasm. "Good...Now you can make us cum, both of us!" Pauline smiled and settled down on Robert's still hard cock, sighing happily as she felt Brenda's warm breath and then her warm tongue licking up from the base of Robert's cock, along a bit of the shaft and then between Pauline's wide spread legs. "Yessss...That's it, lick us good, slut. Make me cum all over your husband's cock!" Pauline cooed, wriggling her hips and smiling at Robert's confused face. "I think Brenda will be a good girl now." Pauline giggled. "Won't you cunt licker?" "Yes Mistresssss..." Brenda hissed between her teeth, feeling her cuntal walls spasm. "Ohh!" "It's alright, you can cum this time, slut." Pauline nodded. "But we'll have to think about your punishment...You weren't very nice to me today." "B-Brenda?" Robert felt his wife's tongue, working frantically over his balls and cock and all around Pauline's small clinging body. She was giving them both of them head, trying to wash Pauline's body clean even as Brenda tried to coax more sperm from her husband's balls. "Shhhh..." Pauline giggled. "It's okay now Robert, I told you, Brenda's a good little slut now. We'll have no more trouble out of her...Now, tell me how much you love me." Robert resisted at first, but only because his wife was right there. He did love Pauline, and Brenda too. But in very different ways and he wasn't even sure if love was the right word to use with Pauline. He was out of his depth now. He'd cheated on his wife, felt guilty about it, and then started cheating again. And now his wife, the mother of his children was on her knees, leaning on the bed between Robert's legs, and mouthing him and Pauline. Brenda was calling Pauline Mistress! And his wife, whom he'd always judged rather thin skinned, especially in the company of a woman like Pauline, she was being called bitch, and slut, and cunt licker? And Brenda wasn't getting mad? Robert decided quite wisely that some mysteries were better left unsolved and he'd let Pauline and Brenda sort this one out. He was just along for the ride now, a ride he'd started, by the way, and which had spun completely beyond his control. "Tell her..." Brenda gasped. "Tell her you love her...I want to hear it..." "See?" Pauline giggled. "What a silly slut you are, Brandy...And that's your new name, by the way, unless I'm calling you slut, or bitch. I hope you like it." "You want me to...tell her?" Robert stared at his wife and his cock was throbbing. Brenda had his balls in her mouth now, rolling them one at a time with her tongue while Pauline licked and kissed around the head of his huge cock. "I'll bet she cums when you do!" Pauline giggled. "I love you...So come on, tell me truth Robert. You didn't make me small because you wanted to help me, did you? You wanted this...You wanted to see me riding your big cock. You wanted to own me, didn't you? Because you love me...Don't you? Come on...You can tell the truth now, Brandy doesn't mind...She wants you to love me..." "Yesss..." Robert nodded, feeling his heart race with desire and guilt and lust and love. "Yesss...Tell me...Tell me you love me..." "I love you, Pauline." Robert groaned, letting the words fall from his open mouth like daggers into his wife's heart. "I do love you." "And tell your wife she's a slut...go on...tell her she's only good for licking up our fuck juice..." "Oh no..." Robert was shaking his head, trying to understand what he was hearing and feeling and seeing. "Yes! Tell me...Call me your slut..." Brenda spit out Robert's balls with a wet plopping sound and brought her mouth to Pauline's cunt, very nearly taking the whole of the tiny woman's ass into her sucking mouth. "Oh God, Brenda...you slut...suck our..." "Fuck juice...Mmmm...." Pauline sighed happily. "Fuck juice...you cunt...you whore bitch...Brenda..." Robert could feel his cum rising, even with the bare stimulation of Pauline's body and his wife's tongue, the whole thing, everything that they were saying and doing and feeling conspired to give Robert the best and biggest orgasm of his life. "Ohhh fuck!" He was shooting and Brenda's mouth went over the head, but she kept her jaws wide, like a warm pink umbrella and Robert's sperm shot into her mouth and fell out, dripping and falling all around Pauline as she had her own blissful orgasm, feeling that monstrous cock jerking wildly between her wide spread legs. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "What have I done?" Robert sat with his face in his hands at the kitchen table. It was 3am, the dead of night, when all of a man's worst doubts and fears may come to visit him. He'd had sex with Pauline, and he'd enjoyed it. He'd made love to the woman and his wife had watched. She'd participated like a...Like a slut. And Robert had called her such, and worse, degrading and humiliating the woman he loved. The mother of his children. "Are you alright, Robert?" Brenda was there, behind him and rubbing his shoulders. "You don't have to worry, it's okay." "How can you say that?" Robert wanted to look at her but he was too weak. "After what I did?" What we did." Brenda leaned down, kissing the man she loved. "I want it, I've always wanted it. To be..." "Humiliated?" Robert asked. "Yeah." Brenda shrugged. "That and more. I don't know, I've changed, but not really. It was always inside me." "What?" Robert finally did look at her. "What was always inside you, Brenda?" The woman didn't answer, she couldn't because she didn't know the words to express it. How was she to explain that she'd always been a submissive, a masochist in her heart of hearts and spent a lifetime closeting those emotions, only to find them unexpectedly freed? She'd fought them, resisted her desires, even tried to be what she was not by playing the Mistress. Now she was free at last and Brenda did not want to go back to the way she was before. "Do you think less of me for it?" Brenda asked in response. "I've cheated on you." Robert looked down. "I've made love to another woman." "And I watched." Brenda kissed him again, stroking her hands down his chest, whispering now. "I watched you fuck her, Robert, and I enjoyed it." "Oh god." Robert closed his eyes. "I want you to fuck her again. I want to see it and hear it smell it, Robert. I want you to force me to taste it." Brenda was reaching for his cock, finding it hard in his shorts, throbbing with excitement. "Brenda..." Robert sighed. "Call me Brandy." The woman gave his cock a squeeze, sliding down to her knees. "It's what Mistress wants." "Ohhh Jesus..." Robert arched his back as his wife's hot mouth found his penis. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= "I know exactly what I want." Pauline smiled, lying on her back on Robert's chest several weeks later. He was on the bed and it was late, after midnight, and they were all happily worn out. That was Pauline's bed now, sleeping with Robert, or on Robert as she preferred. Brenda was lying on the floor, at the foot of the bed, just in case Pauline or her husband should need her for anything. Like a little lick, or maybe if Pauline had to pee. Brenda had proved most useful for that, letting Pauline use her for a toilet and cleaning the tiny woman up after with her tongue. It had rather horrified Robert at first, but Brenda had plainly loved it, although she'd wept the first few times, her face red as the setting sun. Pauline knew better. Girls like Brenda were meant to be toilets for women like Pauline. It was the natural order of the universe and had nothing at all to do with size. "Do you want me to change you back?" Robert asked, stroking Pauline's small perfect breasts with his finger. "What?" Pauline stared at him and then laughed. "No! Of course not!" "Oh, well...Then..." "I meant I know how I want to punish Brandy." Pauline purred. Robert had given up trying to correct Pauline over Brenda's name, and in fact he thought maybe Brandy did fit his slut of a wife. Especially since she seemed to like it now. "How?" Robert looked down at Pauline in the dim light of their bedroom. "Make her little." Pauline stared at Robert, nodding her head. "What? But the girls..." Robert licked his lips. "Oh, not all the time." Pauline smiled. "Just...sometimes." She really wanted to return the spanking Brenda had given her...with interest, of course! "Uh, well..." Robert shrugged, thinking hard about it. Making Brenda small might be kind of good...Just for a little while. The image of Pauline spanking Brenda filled his mind and his wife certainly did deserve one from time to time...