THE PERILS OF PAULINE

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    THE PERILS OF PAULINE

    CHAPTER ONE: Mr. Big

    In which we are introduced to the evil genius of the piece and a little more of the story is revealed to us.

    Part One.

    Kyle Pinter was nervous, and who wouldn't be when faced with the prospect of meeting one of the most notorious criminal masterminds on both sides of the Atlantic. He sat clutching his thin briefcase in the soulless white marble hallway. A number of arched doorways could be seen spreading off it, but nobody ever came or went.

    Up until recently, yesterday morning in fact, he had been a trusted if junior member of a small British pharmaceutical company. He looked the part, gangly, lifeless ginger hair, and the essential thick glasses. Ever now, he was dressed in a second rate Marks and Spencers suit. He looked at his watch for perhaps the hundredth time and signed. He could almost feel his knees begin to shake. He wasn't a gambler, had never even bought a bingo card, but here he was willing to risk it all and take a chance for the big time. "The Big Time" - a smile came fleetingly to his lips as this phase passed through his troubled mind.

    'You're braver than I thought. Not many people smile before meeting Mr. Big.' A sassy woman’s voice broke through his reverie. He looked up to see a woman of about 5 foot 7, skin the colour of the richest cocoa chocolate. Her face reminded him of the pop star Jamelia whose picture he had masturbated over on some cold lonely nights, but slightly broader more animalistic. Her dark mane of dark hair in the classic Farah Fawcett style enhanced this. Her backside was large, perhaps too large, but it was matched by an equally large set of bosoms. And all this encased in a tiny stars 'n' stripes American flag bikini, which seemed to exist to Kyle's mind only to give a lover something to remove.

    'My name is Ebony St. Claire" she said bending to shake his hand, revealing at the same time a crevice as deep as Kyle’s fear if not deeper. 'And before you ask, no that's not my real name". Without waiting, she dropped his hand and started walking back along the corridor, her almost unbroken display of dark skin in direct contrast with the white marble walls. Kyle followed silently, his eyes fixated on Ebony’s swinging hips. This was one flag he was finding that he was already saluting. How he longed to peel away the tiny inconsequential panties...To slip his fingers into that moist...

    Such thoughts were broken from his mind as Ebony announced "Mr Big. Kyle Pinter. Kyle Pinter. Mr Big". Kyle looked around him bewilderedly. He had been so enamoured with Ebony's swimsuit and what it contained (or rather barely contained) that he hadn't noticed that they were now standing by a Roman style swimming pool, the marble theme extending out even to here, dotted by a few faux-statutes. Kyle noticed however, that these stone gods seemed to be rather better endowed than those of ancient Rome, both the men and women.

    Reclining in a deck chair was a man who was obviously Mr. Big. He was dressed in a white dressing gown and seemed to be if anything a retired porn star, his jet-black hair streaked with a shock of white. He was dressed in a white dressing gown, pulled back to reveal some lightly muscled tanned shoulders which were being massaged by a women Kyle would have sworn was Linda Evangalista except for the short spunky hair cut and scar under her left eye. She too was dressed in a fairly inconsequential silver bandeau bikini.

    ‘So tell me Kyle what brings you here’, asked Mr. Big in a strange hybrid trans-Atlantic drawl. ‘Ebony tells me, you have some interesting news’.

    Kyle gulped nervously. Ebony stared at him with green large eyes. As he stared back he began to speak. ‘I can make you rich, if you think your rich now, think again’. Kyle couldn’t believe this. These words were far too bold to be his words.

    ‘Get to the point’ Mr Big interrupted, a hint of aggression in his voice, cutting down Kyle's new found confindence.

    ‘Ok, then,’ Kyle continued All through history, man has been obsessed with one thing above all else. The size of his manhood. Bigger is better. My company seems to have found a way to increase penis size to almost any extent. No side effects, all-natural’.

    ‘Bullshit’ ejected Mr. Big again. 'Sounds like a load of old Spam'.

    ‘Let him continue,’ said Ebony her eyes now full of interest.

    ‘A research group recently came back from the Amazon, bringing with them a container of something which when taken orally causes your penis to grow. I’m not sure to what extent. However, it’s all very hush. hush.’

    ‘Where’s your proof?’ asked Ebony, leaning forwards in interest, giving Kyle another eyeful of her wares.

    ‘Here is the problem, as I speak there seems to be only a miniscule amount left in civilization’ Kyle said ‘It will be delivered to the Sadah Cosmetics Corporation in two days from now.

    ‘So where’s the rest’ the blonde spoke for the first time, her voice smoky and husky.

    ‘That’s were your proof comes into it’ Kyle said. ‘I consumed you see, the substance, it looks if you will like bees wax’. If you look at these photos in my briefcase you will see my growth’. He handed over the briefcase to Mr. Big who casually opened it.

    Inside, where some old snapshots of Kyle naked obviously taken some time in the past in which he was getting out a bath. A small penis hung from between his legs. Mr. Big smirked. However, the next and more recent photos showed a remarkable difference. Here was a Kyle hanging low and wide. Mr Big stared at Ebony.

    ‘This obviously needs more investigation. For now Kyle, relax while Ebony gives you a backrub. You’ll find the stuff around the corner. He then went back to looking at the photos and the various documents that the briefcase contained.

    ‘Come with me’ Ebony said cocking a finger at Kyle.

    ‘I’ll certainly try’ he stammered following.

    Part Two of Chapter One coming shortly in which the true extent of Kyle's endowment is revealed as well as various other things. However, if Pauline will appear is as yet, unknown.
     
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    The Perils of Pauline.

    Chapter One (cont...)

    AS they watched Kyle walk nervously away with Ebony, Mr Big said 'I hope that drug does what he says it does'
    'As if you need to worry about your size', his scarred but still beautiful massease said as she reached inside his robe for a more personal massage.
    Responding to her strokes, his penis popped its way out from between the folds of the robe, and a short time later they were busy making love.
    'Yee Haa!' shouted Mr. Big. 'I bet there's nobody in the world having sex as good as me!'


    MEANWHILE IN HUXLEY CAMPUS, AUSTRALIA…

    Our eyes met across the dance floor as he gave me a cheeky smile. He was tall dark and handsome, unshaven and with short dark hair dressed in an expensive cream-white shirt, and tight jeans where a clear distinctive outline of his penis could be seen. The eyes were the lightest of baby blue and as he passed me gently brushing against me I caught a whiff of expensive aftershave.
    Suddenly, he turned and approached me, his sift breath on my neck, and without speaking he took my hand in his and led me through the crowd of dancers. As he walked up the metallic stairs which led to the upper level of the club, he slowly and un-self consciously began undoing the buttons on his shirt revealing a tanned and hairless chest.
    He had a athletic muscular build, with clearly defined pectorals, and a wash-board abs that I had only ever seen before on Calvin Klein bill-boards. As he turned and opened a door marked ‘PRIVATE’ for me, I noticed something different in his eyes, fierce desire.
    The room was dark only illuminated by some dappled lighting; the only thing I could see with any clarity was a large old mirror against the wall. As soon as the door shut behind us, he strode purposely towards me and as I opened my mouth to thank him for bringing me here, he grabbed my arms and kissed me with such a passionate intensity that it took my breath away, his tongue making salty, tender probes inside my mouth, all the time telling me this was a man of experience.
    He threw his shirt into a dark corner and started to kiss and nuzzle my neck, as his fingers slowly pulled down the zip on the back of my dress. As he did so I crazily pulled at his belt, pushing his trousers down, as they fell to the ground I caught a glimpse of his perfect butt in the mirror glistening with a light sheen of sweat. I reached out a hand to take hold of his penis, but before I could do so, he pulled my dress down, revealing my entire upper body, including my large heaving breasts. As he cupped my breasts, fingers gently circling the nipples, he began to move his kisses lower down my body.
    As he ever so slowly made his way down across my flat stomach I could have kicked him. Then his mouth found what it was searching for as he kissed and nibbled his way over my hipbone, ripping my g-string off and I fell in love with him. It felt fantastic as his tongue gently explored its way around, licking and kissing, as I shook, running my fingers through his black hair, pushing his face into me, harder. I rubbed my thighs against his unshaven jaw until they were grazed. Just when I was on the brink of what could have been the most exquisite climaxes of my life he stopped and stood up. Oh, this man was infuriating, but I loved him.
    I reached out and grabbed hold of his penis and paused dead in my tracks, what I was grabbing onto with both my hands couldn’t possible be real. Taking control for the first time I pushed him back into a pool of dappled light and there it was a monstrous sight, the biggest penis I had ever seen, thick as well as long, I wasn’t sure if I could get it inside me, but damn I was certainly going to try. It seemed to be growing even more as I rubbed it.
    He mirrored my stroking movements as he pressed one hand inbetween my dripping thighs. He worked one finger, and then two inside me, effortlessly rubbing the outside with his big thumb. Again he brought me to the edge of un-imaginable pleasure and again he stopped.
    As we both grasped for breath, he came closer the tip of my beast flicking across my vagina, as he leant forward to grip my buttocks, I was aching for him to enter me, so I too slipped my hands onto his impossibly muscular arse and pulled him on top of me, stifling a moan as he entered me, forcing his arms behind my knees to push them higher leaving me completely in his control. I pushed my hips to meet his rhythm as the intensity and speed of his movements grew and my back arched and finally after what seemed a blissful eternity until the time bomb of my orgasm exploded inside me. I cried out in ecstasy and he too let out a brutish groan, collapsing on top of me. As we lay there silently breathing in unison, he got up and started to walk towards the door, his penis still jutting out as his erection died.
    Don’t go’ I begged. But he just turned and silently as ever opened the door letting in foaming bubbles. Bubbles? That wasn’t right.
    ‘Just tell me your name?’ I asked as the foam started to encircle me.
    Finally he spoke, just one soft word, his name ‘Enrique’
    As the bubble enveloped my head I yelled out ‘My name’s Paula! Don’t leave me Enrique. I need you’ as my world became the pure whiteness’ of bubbles.
    ‘Are you okay?’ asked a concerned female voice from beyond the whiteness.
    ‘Of course I’m okay. I just need his penis back’ I answered as the whiteness was taken from my eyes.
    Suddenly, I realised where I was. I was sitting in my now rapidly cooling bath, bubble-bath foam floating dejectedly around, my flatmate crouched my side.
    ‘What happened?’
    ‘Oh, nothing, you just fell asleep in the tub and had your Enrique Iglesias dream again’
    As she left I turned the hot water back on, slipping my hand between my legs. ‘I knew you’d come back Enrique’ I whispered softly to myself.

    BACK IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE...

    Mr. Big stared intently into the deep blue cold eye of his scarred companion. ‘Well, how was it?’ he finally asked, a touch of irritation in his voice.
    Silently nodding, she raised her hand in the classic reverse peace sign. At first the red face of Mr. Big flashed with anger, then he blinked calming down and understanding ‘You orgasmed twice?’
    She nodded as she began to do her nails. ‘My god you’re an ice queen’, he continued, a smile breaking across his face. ‘You gave me no hint at all’.
    ‘That’s the way I like it’ she said speaking for the first time since he had pushed himself inside her. The smile lowered slightly from Mr. Big's lips.
    ‘Are you sure that isn’t just an act about not showing your feelings. Maybe I did nothing for you. A sneaky variation on the fake orgasm.’
    ‘Oh, Mr. Big doesn’t feel so big anymore. Have I hurt you feelings’
    ‘Well, its just that people are usually kicking writhing with delight when I insert myself into them.
    ‘And how do you know, that’s all not an act. If I didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t do it. Simple as that.’ Seeing he didn’t seem much revived by these words of comfort, she sat up her small ripe breasts pointing straight at him, ‘Well, come on then, don’t get dejected. Try, try again. That’s our motto’
    ‘Whose motto?’
    However, whatever her response was, it was lost in the slurping as she took his large but limp penis in her mouth, massaging it gently with her tongue, while she started to fondle his huge smooth balls.
    Mr. Big leaned back his hands resting on his once muscular stomach, only now beginning to run to fat. ‘She might be an ice-maiden, but she’s as hot as hell with her mouth.’ In response to these thoughts his penis started to grow much more quickly.
    As she felt the sloppy salami begin to stiffen up, the ‘ice-maiden’ pulled back a little. With Mr. equipment it was likely to set stuck if it managed to rear itself back up to full strength, which it seemed, quite prepared to do. She pulled her head back to see it pump itself back to its full glorious size. It was one of the most beautiful dick’s she had ever seen, and with Mr. Big being older certainly knew how to use it, plus he was not too quick in wanting to blow his load like a lot of younger guys she knew of.
    As she bent herself down to worship his massive member again, Mr. Big shook his head, a sly grin on his face. He sat up, gently pushing her back, his penis looking directly at her with its large unblinking eye.
    ‘Again?’
    ‘Again.’
    This was one of the advantages of her ice-maiden silent in bed treatments (or silent on the deckchair as the case may be). Usually, when a man had had his fun he would roll over and go to sleep) perhaps after a cigarette and a quick peck on the cheek). However, if he thought he hadn’t satisfied you, he would climb back on top as quickly as he could manage it. His ego demanded it, and her pussy loved it. How many times had she wanted to cry out with orgasmic pleasure, scratching her fingernails across his broad back. However, while she could handle it, her quiet treatment would mean Mr. Big would keep on coming back to blow her mind again and again.
    She stifled a groan in her throat, but he had heard it. Kicking his rhythmic thrusting into a higher gear he pounded his hugeness into her. Forcing her cries back down inside her, she looked directly into his eyes as said as cool as a cucumber ‘How do think Ebony’s going?’

    How Ebony is going coming soon. Plus more about Pauline...

    <Note: Mr. Big is in no way based on the charcter from &#39;Sex and the City&#39;. His name is taken from the traditional name given to crime bosses (and perhaps due to his penis size as well)>
     
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    MEANNWHILE IN THE DEEPEST PART OF THE AMAZON JUNGLE...

    Kiki Summers sat transfixed, her ears straining. Although she was in a complete state of undress, she hardly noticed. The old woman rocked backwards and forwards, her blind misty cataract eyes staring into nothingness. The tribe said she was over seven and a half decades old, but besides for her long grey hair and blind eyes she looked relatively youthful. Her naked breasts were still fairly round and high, only just beginning to show signs of sagging. She had a number of wrinkles on her body especially around her mouth and eyes, but that could have been from smiling too much.

    Not that she was smiling now. She was mumbling softly under her breath as she rocked away. Kiki leaned forwards to try and hear what she was saying. This was all like a dream to her. A month ago, she had been a graduate student looking to set the world on fire with her PHD, now she was living in the Amazon jungle, completely withdrawn from civilization, pledged never to leave it. At the moment she was preparing to formally enter the tribe. A few weeks ago, she would only have been thinking about how this discovery could have made her famous, now she was just excited over her acceptance. She had been a prudish woman, afraid even to wear a bikini at the pool, now she was squatting completaly naked soft dust lightly falling on her porcelin skin. Here she was in this long wooden hut, on the dusty ground staring up at a council of seven women, three either side of their blind leader, of various ages and states of undress. Most of them had brown coloured skin like the natives of the Amazon, a few like their blind leader showed a lighter mix, reflecting a mixed relationship. Their leader whose voice was starting to rise was said to have been the child of a white woman who had come to the tribe many years ago, and long since dead. The whole society sounded fantastic. Kiki wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t here. Finally, the mumbling raised itself to an audible drone. Kiki, having only just begun to master the language closed her eyes in concentration.

    ‘…and so child of summer, although you have greed in your heart and spite in your bones, you may enter our Amazonian tribe, for soon a time of trouble will draw near, and we will need all hands to protect our community. I foresee a time of bloodshed and fire from above and below, a new leader will be sought, and the one chosen will not lead. I am growing weak, and so you may enter the tribe. Now open your eyes, and prepare yourself for the offerings of the night, a pleasure that even I have yet to forget such was the…’

    Her voice quickly fell away to an inaudible whisper, and Kiki opened her eyes. ‘If I understand her correctly, I am free to be initiated to the tribe’. As one the six companions nodded and brought her the purple sash to be tied around her bosom, signifying her a novice. Tears streamed down Kiki’s face, she had never been so happy in her life. The only one who did not congratulate her was their elder, no, now her elder ‘Mar Re’ who babbled away. There was only one thing bothering Kiki, how did she know that Kiki had shut her eyes if she was blind?

    ...next we really will find out where exactely Kyle and Ebony got up to...
     
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    I&#39;m sorry to all the readers of &#39;The Perils of Pauline&#39; saga. I have a lot more written than is posted. At the moment I am undergoing a massive re-editing and general &#39;tweaking&#39; process. I promise that when I bring it back in a few weeks it will be bigger and better than ever.
     
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