My whole body quivered as his massive tool scraped my prostate.He fucked me faster and faster, and he was soon railing me like I’d never been railed...before.“Ohh god, fuck my slutty ass, baby. Ahh, fuck me with your sexy cock…”I was screaming now, my body tensing as I came. He grunted and moaned behind me as his hips slapped my fat ass with every stroke. Suddenly he pulled out of me.“Nooo, please don’t stop! Please, please, please put it back. I need your cock, please fuck my sissy ass!!”He sat. I beckoned her in.She eased into the hollow, and removed her shoes, slipping into the blanket. Now that we were not moving, it sure seemed colder than it had been. She was soon shivering. I presented a suggestion. “If we were to lay on our jackets, and place your blanket and my sleeping bag over top of us, it might be warmer.”She ghosted a small grin. “Is that part of your evil plan to take advantage of me? Take me on a romantic tour of rural Michigan, wine and dine me, and, now that you have. Finally the Red Devil stopped and I never had felt such relief. My buttocks were hot and sore but the pain was already fading. My sex was strangely wet, despite the pain. Perhaps this was because I was so close to the captain, because it was him who had spanked me. I found myself wondering if he had enjoyed the spanking, if his hand liked the feel of my warm bottom.... Suddenly I grew concerned. Something was wrong. He should have released me from this position by now, but I was still. It was a mite strange, to be called the name of a man likely long dead and buried. But I simply did not care. My mouth had found the tip of her nipple and I sucked it into my eager lips. My tongue thrust forward, sliding in slow, graceful circles around her nipple, teasing her and drawing out moans as musical as the instruments downstairs. My hands had not remained idle, though. As my mouth and my tongue worked on her chest, my hands pushed what was left of her gown away. She stepped from the.