Friday, September 26, 2008

Friday Fantasy - Iceland Investigation Part 7

Previously Posted April 27, 2007

Sue woke the next morning in pain. You know, sometimes when you have rough sex, you don’t realize how much pain you will be in the next day. But she got up for breakfast anyhow. She met Mr. Butterfly at the fire and drank some coffee that he had just made.

“Good morning!” she said.

“Good morning to you too! How are you today?”

“I’ve been better.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m in a bit of pain from some rough sex last night with Pavel.”

“How much pain?”

“Enough.”

“What do you mean enough? How much did he hurt you?”

“Not that much. Really I am okay.”

But it was too late. She had raised Mr. Butterfly’s defensive nature and he was on a tear.

“Pavel, would you please come out here?” said Mr. Butterfly.

After a brief time Pavel did and said, “Yes, Mr. Butterfly, what can I do for you?”

“Did you hurt Dr. Fairview last night?”

“Excuse me?”

“Let me repeat myself. Did you hurt Dr. Fairview last night during some rough sex?”

“Stop right now Mr. Butterfly, before it is too late! Pavel, you don’t have to answer that.” exclaimed Sue.

“Was what I did so different from what Volchuk did to you?” countered Pavel. He could see the look of surprise on Mr. Butterfly’s face and said, “Don’t you think that I have traveled before with Volchuk and know his ways?”

But Mr. Butterfly recovered quickly. He then responded with, “Yes. I could have stopped him with a word. I’m not so sure Sue could have stopped you.”

“I could have stopped Pavel. He did everything exactly as I wanted him to.” blurted Sue, replying to the response from Mr. Butterfly.

“Why yes I did Mr. Butterfly, I did and she loved every minute of it. It was all she could do not to scream with pleasure when I bit her ear and forced her to climax.” said Pavel with a leer.

That was it. Mr. Butterfly’s fist shot out and connected with Pavel’s chin, knocking a surprised Pavel to the ground.

Sue screamed, “Volchuk come quickly the men are fighting!”

Volchuk scrambled out of his tent in time to help Sue hold back Pavel as he got up from the ground ready to pound Mr. Butterfly.

“Boys, boys. Why don’t we all settle down to our jobs today and cool off. Pavel and I will go and study the geothermal phenomena and you guys will survey the plants and bugs. We won’t be in touch in until the end of the day. Sound like a plan?” said Volchuk, the voice of détente.

Sue agreed readily and grabbed Mr. Butterfly to drag him with her both physically an ideologically.

So after a hurried and silent breakfast, they split up to work for the day.

Sue and Mr. Butterfly marked off a large grid in a valley with string and counted each plant and insect species within each square meter area. Surprisingly there were even some orchids and even rarer, they saw one peacock butterfly that must have blown in from the UK. Of course, Mr. Butterfly had to take a photograph.

The data from each grid was recorded into a lab book and the data later entered into a laptop computer for analysis. In one day, they were able to do four such large grids. Then they were exhausted and returned to camp.

Sue couldn’t wait to get into the hot spring to relax and soak her painful areas. As soon as she got back to her tent, she stripped down, and made her way to the spring clad only in a towel. She got in quickly without even checking if the Russians had returned. God, it felt good to be in the hot spring.

Mr. Butterfly felt a bit guilty for popping Pavel and decided to make dinner as a peace offering. As he was preparing it, the Russians appeared and looked pretty dirty and tired. They noticed that dinner was being prepared and were thankful and then headed for the hot spring.

Dinner conversation was pretty subdued. Everyone was tiptoeing around, trying not to start a fight between Mr. Butterfly and Pavel. Sue was mortified that everyone knew her personal business. She just wanted to go to bed and forget the whole thing. She got her wish pretty quickly.

As she lay in her sleeping bag, the tent flap opened and it was Pavel. He came in and lay down beside her.

“So how sore are you?”

“Too sore to have sex with you tonight.” He frowned.

“Can I kiss it and make it better?” he said suggestively.

“Rain check.”

Pavel laughed at that answer. “I am sorry that you got hurt so bad. If I had realized that you were being hurt so badly, perhaps I would not have been so rough.”

“Who are you kidding Pavel? I wanted it exactly like that. I wanted exactly what you did to me exactly like you did it. I wouldn’t have had you any other way. It was all my foolishness. I just never realized I would be so hurt. Let’s not make such a big deal of it. I am sure I will be fine tomorrow. I’m sorry Mr. Butterfly hit you. I probably shouldn’t have made such a big deal about it to him.”

“That is okay. You guys are close and have no secrets. He just doesn’t understand your need for rough sex. But I do.” Then he smiled a wicked little smile. “I hope we get to do it again.”

Sue unzipped the sleeping bag and Pavel got in. He rubbed his erection on her ass crack and said, “I would love to fuck you here so I could watch your glorious ass as I pound it.”

“Oh, so it’s not enough that you hurt my pussy, you want to hurt my asshole now too?” She turned to look at Pavel’s face and he was just grinning. “I don’t think so. I am going to try to sleep now. Is that okay with you Dr. Sidorov?” But she began to think that she didn’t quite trust this man in bed with her. If she had truly decided not to have sex with him, would he have really raped her? He certainly wasn’t trustworthy enough to be her first for anal sex in any event. And that tool of his was way too wide for it too. She had to find someone gentle and more modestly endowed to investigate the back alley, so to speak, were she to go that way.

“Da. Go ahead and sleep. I will be right here if you need me.” he said as he winked at her. So they slept and Pavel held her as if he meant it.

2 comments:

thonnibg said...

So no back alley investigation for now:)
Can`t wait to read what will happen next.

dibern said...

ahh the joyous pain from a BRC! :)