The St. Petersburg hotels

The St. Petersburg hotels are traditionally divided according to their level and quality of services. The most wide-spread are 3-star hotels, and there is a great deal of them in St. Petersburg. The most fascinating thing about them is their price, which is much lower comparing with that of the other groups of hotels in spite of the fact that the hotels conditions are of a good quality, and there are all the necessary appliances. In the rooms one can find everything needed for a great and comfortable rest.

Swimming Meet

Hi kids, I'm a mini-camera. I observe and (in this quickie) decipher, I guess you can say, what I see:
I'm attached to the upper wall of the uterus in Cantara's love patch. It feels from the mere touch on the front of the camera lens that it is hot in here- wettening too. (Luckily, this is all an illusion in the mind, so don't take it too seriously.)
All of a sudden it launches the offensive. It is a mammoth- six and a half inches on the outside and on the inside the Chrysler Building. A Mammoth with veins and tan completion, making the entire wugina a slip and slide for its in-out, in-out action.
This speeds, it goes slower, it's a jackhammer, it's a slug. Cantara is giving Roscoe a good value of time in her vice grip that is mushed with a softness and instant pleasure reader. Waves are on the way; the meteor must've dropped smack dab in this girl's ocean.
Rapid-fire expansion packs with a loaded .44 magnum in true Scorsese fashion "in her pussy." It is nano-seconds and then the Van Halen eruption from the vaginal walls along with a flood that makes the Amazon seem wimpy by comparison is upon her.
The focus suddenly reveals the torpedo shaking and clipping out its round all the way down through the Chunnel.
"Look at it, viewers, swimming around like a Spaniard."
Or more actually a mini-Roscoe tadpole clone designed to drive the big casillac to the dealership circle-sphere.
Banana/mule juice, benoit-ball blasting remains, s-p-e-r-m (woody's unit, pun and no pun intended) is the everlasting- lasting the span of time allowed- presence and reminder to the pool of Cantara of what five minutes of Roscoe can leave behind.
Life. Shit.
I pan down like Kubrick in Jupiter and beyond. Many die, the retards attack the wall- finding them shortcut thingamajigs- to the blood stream, spermicide and the douche disqualify much of the elite, for taking hormone steroids.
The Magnificent secen are remaining- neck and neck, tail and tail, one headed and two headed- and now the odds have increased in favor of the underdog force.
Two eggs await the stork's pecking, certainly unwittingly. The seven are on the scene after the field known as fallopian has ended and the crazed system of ovary has not prevented them from reaching their charted destination.
Three to one, four to two, peck peck, peck, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, all night the whole way through....
TWO MAKE IT!
A second hen egg appears for there to fall five to two: Roscoe gets two seven pound baskets, one labeled Roscoe Jr. and the other names Tancara, are in his sight. What does he reply after a nine month hiatus?
"What's white, Chinese, and doesn't quite have my eyes? It's today's magic word, boys and girls—BASTARDS—can you say this word? You'll hear it from everyone in New York, at the least."
And that's how Roscoe married Cantara, but not first without a pre-nup...

I pan down like Kubrick in Jupiter and beyond. Many die, the retards attack the wall- finding them shortcut thingamajigs- to the blood stream, spermicide and the douche disqualify much of the elite, for taking hormone steroids.
The Magnificent secen are remaining- neck and neck, tail and tail, one headed and two headed- and now the odds have increased in favor of the underdog force.
Two eggs await the stork's pecking, certainly unwittingly. The seven are on the scene after the field known as fallopian has ended and the crazed system of ovary has not prevented them from reaching their charted destination.
Three to one, four to two, peck peck, peck, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, dig, all night the whole way through....
TWO MAKE IT!

Our First Meeting

Well it took a while but finally, after what seemed like months of chatting over the internet and exchanging sexual innuendo's we decide to take the plunge and meet up.
It has been the single most frustrating encounter so far. To be so totally turned on by someone and then not be able to touch or taste them so I decided that I was going to make the most of it. Ever since you first started to talk to me the sexual tension grew and grew to such a point that we both knew we would have to meet and get this thing out of our systems. The nights left aching, only to go to bed and rub myself into my soaking wet pussy, imagining what it would be like to feel your mouth right there eagerly licking me and fucking me with your fingers to orgasm.....well what's a girl to do?
You decided on the meeting place and, as agreed, I turned up at 7.30 on the dot and scoured the bar for the familiar face I had got to know. I had dressed carefully that evening with our night to come in mind. I had put on my short checked skirt and calf length boots and teamed them up with a small red top and my black poncho. My hair was its usual tousled self that looked as though it was already eager to get into bed. I was very nervous about our meet but as my eyes met yours across the room and I saw the reassuring smile you gave me I soon felt at ease.
You looked great and your hair made me think of what was to come later. God I could have so much fun with that. We ordered drinks and then you led the way to where we were to sit......
As we sat talking we both became aware of the sexual tension that was there. I looked you up and down and stared into your eyes. The look we exchanged said it all and before long I found myself stroking you through your jeans as we spoke. A moment later and you were so hard in my hand, I was dying to take you in my mouth and taste you on my tongue. I felt so wet at the thought of you being inside me , fucking me hard and began to unzip your jeans readily while we still sat there drinking. To my surprise you let me carry on and before I knew it I was wanking you off right there in the bar, sneakily, under the table. The people around us seemed totally unaware of what was going on and this encouraged me further. You began to ooze your juices, the ones I was so ready to feel on my tongue, and your breathing became more rushed. We both knew we couldn't carry on there and you decided to go to the toilet.....
I drank my drink down and bought in another couple, before making my way to the loo to join you. Imagine my surprise when you greeted me with your hard on protruding out of your jeans and ready for me. I sat on the loo and pulled your pants down further. Placing my hands round your arse, I slowly licked the end of your hard cock while looking you in the face. You watched as my wet lips parted and I took the end of you in my mouth and teased it with my tongue. 'God I want you so bad' is all I said before taking the full length of you in my mouth, sucking you in to me and pulling you in with my hands. You couldn't get away even if you wanted to as I greedily sucked and caressed you with my tongue. As I pulled away your cock glistened in the light and you moaned, a small whimpering moan as I drew you back in. God I was loving the feeling and really began to go faster and faster, softly taking your balls in my hand and squeezing them gently.....
Not many moments later I felt you buttocks tighten and I knew you were going to come for me. Pulling you all hard and into my mouth you began to buck and pull my hair really hard, fucking my mouth with a real urgency. Right there and then I felt you come, so hard into my mouth and allowed your come to dribble down my throat, before swallowing it all hungrily whilst looking at your face. 'God you taste so good' I said as you began to pull your jeans back up., before going back to out seat to continue with the drink I had just bought.
A few minutes later I appeared, lipstick redone and fresh smile to greet you at the table. Who knows what we'll get up to later.................

In the evening, while I wait for my lover to arrive, I take a shower. It's not that I'm uncomfortable with my own bodily smells. Rather, I practice a ritual of deepening nakedness that opens me to the nightfall that awaits, so that I can greet him, untouched and unadorned.
First, I unzip my skirt. Unbutton my blouse. Shimmy out of my panties. Unhook my bra. I kick my clothing into a pile and stand before the mirror in the glare of the bathroom light.
I remove my jewelry. The hoops from my ears. The bangles from my wrist. The chain from my ankle. I run a comb through my long hair, over and over, until every snarl and tangle has been freed.
I run the tap until the room is steaming, then step under the spray. I close my eyes and let the water pulse in my open mouth, then run down my chin, my neck, my back. I sponge off the odor of the day. The grime of the office. The sweat from the checkout line. Liner on my eyes. Plum gloss, now faded, on my lips. Lotions and potions I applied when I felt fresh that morning.
My shampoo leaves a slight lavender scent in my hair, my body wash a mild peppermint aftertaste on my belly. I rub my skin with a harsh loofah until it turns red. I massage myself with a plush towel until even the folds between my toes are dry, and I dress in baggy pants, a sheer camisole.
After I greet my lover with a feathery kiss but before our tongues exploring each other's mouths make it difficult to remain standing, I ask him to shower, too. I don't want to shower with him, not yet. I prefer bathing each other between fucking, after the candles have grown cold but before light pokes from behind the curtains. Now, I want my lover to come to me clean as a newborn, the way I come to him.
I sit on the toilet and watch him, shower curtain parted, wash himself as if no one is looking. He, too, I notice, opens his mouth and lets the water fill it. He reaches his hands above his head until, vertebrae by vertebrae, he has stretched the tension out of his back. The water hits his shoulders and runs in torrents down his ass and thighs.
By the time my lover finishes I have undressed. I unfold a towel and offer to dry him, inch by inch. This way I can examine the muscles of his arms, the curve of his ass, the place where the hair runs out on his chest, where it begins beyond his thigh. I ask him to lift first one arm, then the other, so I can collect the drops of water hanging from his underarm hairs on my tongue. I lick and rub until his skin is dry and taut.
Then I ask my lover to bend over. This is not because I want to dominate him. No. I want to bury my nose in his ass and inhale deeply. I want to circle his asshole with my tongue, slowly, so I can taste every inch. I want to run my tongue along that now hard place between his ass and his balls. I want to take each ball in my mouth, gently, and lick and squeeze it.

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The Bistro
We sat across from each other in the midday sun on the patio at the bistro.
“Didn’t I tell you they had great chocolate covered strawberries here?” I asked as I watched his eyes moving from my ankle to my exposed thigh. I shifted my weight to change the cross of my legs, intentionally, to see if he noticed. A wicked smile crossed my lips. “Like what you see?”
He cocked his head. With his lips parted, he let out a sigh. “This reminds me of last nights fantasy.” His eyes moved from my stocking-clad thigh back up to meet my eyes. “Would you like to hear about it?”
With a smile, I nodded my head and moaned my acceptance.
He lifted his elbows on the small iron table, with his chin coming to rest on his entwined fingers, his head now pointing towards the blue sky. He began, “I was sitting on the couch as we spoke on the phone last night, fidgeting some to find a comfortable position in efforts to relieve the pressure now confined behind the zipper of my khakis. I listened intently, which I now know was the cause of the discomfort, as your soft, deep voice spoke of the luxurious bubble bath you just stepped from. My mind pictured your beautiful body, supple from the soak, smelling of purple freesia and ripe peaches.” He placed his hands on the table while his eyes followed suit to peer directly into mine. “Would you like me to continue?”
I raised my eyebrows, “Please do.”
“As our conversation drew to a close, I was in agony to release my swollen member from the constriction of my pants. I had contemplated releasing it while still on the phone with you, but I knew there would be no way for me to stroke myself without moaning or whispering your name, cluing you into my personal endeavor. The minute I hung up the telephone, I unzipped my pants and pulled out the rock hard erection. I leaned back, resting my head on the soft pillow back of the couch. Thoughts of you swirled inside my mind. I closed my eyes, once again envisioning you, standing before me fresh from the bath. Your long dark hair fell down past your shoulders, resting on the rise of your breasts, framing your lovely face and neck. The shape of your breasts. The curve of your hips streaming down to meet your feminine legs. The trimmed shape of the small patch of hair resting just above your wonderland. I watch you, watching me, stroking myself at the sheer pleasure of seeing your naked body. I figured there would be no way I’d last more than five minutes, but as my fantasy continued, as I explored more of your body with only my eyes, I found myself growing harder yet not being able to fulfill the ultimate goal.”
I sat peering at him, knowing the color had drained from face and landed in the moistness resting between my thighs. I wasn’t sure what to say or do. My body ached to reach out to him, to beg him to take me right here, right now in the midday sun on this iron table. Instead, I spoke, “Please tell me that’s not the end?”
“Well, my love, the truth is, as much as the fantasy of you filled my body with sensualities I’ve never known, the fantasy, being just that, isn’t good enough. It won’t do.”
As I watched his lips move and release his final comment, I reminisced back to the chilly evening, two months back, when we strolled through the park, laughing and chatting as we got to know each other. We spoke of past love lost and the mistakes we made which brought us there. We had decided that evening that we would refrain from getting too physical until we reached the perfect moment; the moment we knew that making love would only strengthen our relationship.
He reached across the table, stroking my hand with his fingers. “I want you to go home tonight and think of my fantasy. I want you to lay on your bad in your rose scented sheets and hear the words I just shared. Pay close attention to your body’s reaction; your breath, your lips, your hands. See where my words lead you. And when you rise tomorrow morning, call me, and in as much detail as possible, describe the events.” With that, he rose, kissed my hand then pulling his jacket off the back of his chair, walked away.

I meet you at work, and we take your car to grab a bite to eat. However, I’ve already noticed the bulge in your slacks, and my mind has turned from food, to dining of another kind. I move over beside you on the seat as you drive, pressing lightly against your side, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, just under your ear. My hand moves down to caress your inner thigh, squeezing gently as I slide my hand along it.
“Baby, I’m not very hungry…for food..could we take a drive instead?” I ask. You readily agree, knowing by my tone and actions I have something better in mind. You move us from the main thoroughfare to a side road, where few cars challenge our ownership of the road. As you drive, my hand has become emboldened, caressing your balls and growing cock through your slacks. My palm cups you, fingers flexing, and my fingers trace your outline through the fabric, then moves to unsnap your slacks, and slides the zipper lower. I move my hand into the open fly of your slacks, seeking your warmth and hardness, wrapping my fingers around you, and beginning to stroke.
After stroking you this way a little while, I move to pull the band of your shorts lower, and your now hard cock springs free. I tug once more, bringing the band of your shorts below your balls, exposing all of your maleness to my sight and touch. I love the way your breathing has sped, and those little soft cries of pleasure that escape from your lips as I run my palm and fingers over your balls and cock.
Moving around on the seat, almost laying down upon it, I position myself so that my head is free to move downward between your body and the steering wheel, and slowly slide my tongue over your cock head. You groan in pleasure, the car swerves a tiny bit, but you quickly right its movements. I run my tongue over the head, gently probing the eye, tracing the rim, and flicking against that sensitive spot just below it on the underside. Lips slightly pursed, I then use suction to draw your cock head into my mouth, where I roll it on my tongue, sucking gently at first, but steadily increasing suction and power. Working your shaft and head with my tongue, I gradually draw you deeper…and deeper…and deeper…until your cock head is enveloped in the soft tissue in the back of my throat, and proceed to suck deeply, flexing those muscles around you so that your pleasure is increased. My head begins to rock fractionally, increasing the slide and friction of my mouth and tongue around you, and you begin to search almost frantically for a secluded spot to pull over and stop, so that you can concentrate on the sensations my mouth on you are evoking. I continue this slow deep suction until I know you have found a place to park, and when the car slows to a stop, I begin to suck you in earnest. Moving more firmly now, increasing the suction and movement of my head, I stimulate even greater sensation in your already pulsing cock. My hand massages your balls as I devour you, and I love the contractions and spasms I feel running through them under my palm. Your hands move to the back of my head, and your hips begin to rock into my movements, attempting to push yourself even deeper. Your cock feels wonderful, tastes wonderful in my mouth and throat. I love your groans and gasps, and your broken phrases encouraging me to suck you, take you deeper, take it all, and make you cum.
Your cock begins to jerk and throb, your balls tighten under my palm, and with a loud groan, you push forward, hips raised, as you climax, flooding my throat and tongue with your cum. I suck greedily as you shoot into me, draining your balls of every drop, and as the explosion ceases, ease my suction to suckle your now drained and very sensitive cock head. As your body relaxes, collapsing back against the car seat, I lift my head, sitting beside you, lips still wet and swollen from our pleasure, and press a deep warm kiss to your lips, tongues sliding against each other, sharing our pleasure.
Breaking free from our kiss , I smile and murmur, “ Mmmm….I really, really enjoy having lunch with you, baby…I really do.”………………….

It's official!

Surprise From College
The figure slowly entered into the room. Quietly, she slipped off her shoes and closed the door behind her. She grinned and snuck closer to the sleeping figure that was lying in the bed. She placed her bag down by the bed and stripped off her long black trench coat. Underneath she was naked. Standing at the side of the bed, looking down at the face, she bit her lip and looked at him in desire. Her hand slowly traveled down her naked, warm body and traveled down to beneath her legs. Touching herself, she gasped and bit her lip harder, keeping herself from moaning because of how wet she was. The man rolled over onto his back and fell back to sleep. She pulled her hand away from between her legs and pulled back the covers all the way down to his feet. He was just wearing boxers. She sat down on the edge of the bed and placed her hand on his penis outside of the boxers. She outlined the soft delight with her fingertips. He moaned and moved his hips just a bit. The penis started to twitch to life. She quickly pulled off his boxers and strattled him. Leaning down, she kissed his mouth and then traveled downwards to his penis, which was growing larger. She took it into her hands and wrapped her mouth around it and started moving up and down, trying to get the penis as big as it can go. He moaned and opened his eyes and looked at her. She looked back at him and lifted her head away from him.
"Hey," She said in a soft voice.
"Hey yourself" his voice was breathless. She replaced her mouth and started moving faster and faster. He closed his eyes and leaned back moaning. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her head to move faster and faster.
"I'm going to cum..." He moaned. She stopped what she was doing and lifted her head. She grinned at him and then started kissing and licking with her tongue all the way up his body. She nibbled at his ear and kidded him deeply on the mouth. He moaned and kissed her back with great force. She rolled off of him and lay next to him. She nibbled at his neck and ear as one of her hands reached down and started giving him a hand job. He moaned and groaned. He then rolled her over and rolled on top of her. He pinned down her arms with his hands and looked into his eyes. She gave him a devilish look. He kissed her deeply on the mouth and then traveled down her neck. He took a breast into one of his hands and started sucking on the nipple. She moaned and moved her hips a bit. He grinned and traveled down further. She pushed herself up further on the bed and opened her legs wider. He kissed all the way down her body until he got to her pussy. Looking at it, he could tell that she was really wet. Almost dripping and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He placed a finger in and moved it just a little bit. Juices started coming out just a little bit and she groaned happily from the bed.
“I love it when your clean shaven" He whispered and closed his eyes. He teased her a bit with his finger but then replaced it with his tongue. He stuck it as far in as he could and moved it around a bit. She moaned happily and grabbed the back to his head with her hands. He moved his tongue in and out, faster and faster. The faster he moves, the more she moaned and the more juices that came out. He took out his tongue and licked up most of the juices. He replaced his finger and teased her as he moved up her body. She couldn't take it anymore. She rolled him on his back and straddled him. She lowered herself onto him and his very hard penis slid right into her very wet pussy. They both moaned she started moving up and down, faster and faster. They both pumped away for just a bit when she admitted that she was about to go. He quickly rolled her over onto her back and pumped himself into her. They both screamed when he empted into her. She moaned when she went. He slowed down and lay on top of her. She stroked the back of his head and breathed deeply. He pulled back to see her face and grinned.
"Nice of you to visit me from college Anne," Rob said
"Glad that you missed me." Anne grinned back and kissed him deeply.
THE END

Chastity stood on the porch, head tipped back as she lifted the long curls from her neck. Lightly fanning herself she closed her eyes and breathed in the cooling night air. Having just stepped from the hot kitchen where she baked a dozen pies, she had a light sheen upon her flushed flesh. The cooling breeze felt delicious as it slide over her, even dressed as she was in a skimpy tank top and a pair of men's boxers she was hot, even had that air of "just fucked" look about her. Letting down her long curls she glanced down the block to the new neighbor that was moving in. Groaning softly, she watched the man continue to unload his truck. The man was built, sinewy muscles gleamed even in the fading light, tanned and full of brawn it made the inner hunger of her slutty nature spring to life. Grasping the hand rail of the porch she leaned forward, breasts unbound strained against her tank top, her gaze latched to every motion the man made. Tonight he had on no shirt and just a pair of cut offs. "Damn that man is hott, just what I need to sink my teeth into" she whispered to herself.
The scent of the cooling pies brought her out of her hypnotized watch on the man and a wicked idea sprang forth, immediately her nipples hardened at the thought and her cunt throbbed to life. "That's it, I will take him a pie and introduce myself. Just be the friendly neighbor girl" Turning she quickly entered the house, bent at the waist and flipped her hair over until it fell unrestricted to the ground, dragging her fingers through it, she gave it that tasseled look and tossed her head back, feeling the ends lash at the curve of her ass. Taking a quick glance in the mirror she didn't need any makeup, eyes were gleaming with excitement, which lent a glowing blush to her face. Taking a few steps, she grasped one of the cool pies, it wouldn't do to have a hot apple pie with what she had in mind.
Chastity watched him disappear into the house with the last box and close the door before she stepped up to the door. Taking a deep breath, she could feel the material of the tank top graze her already hardened nipples, causing her to whimper slightly. Closing her eyes she whispers quietly, "Calm down doll, you can do this" A wicked gleam shimmied in her gaze as she knocked on the door. Chastity could hear the footfalls of the man before the door opened. Fuckkk, He was better in person then from down the street, she thought.
He smiled when he opened the door, a smile to melt the coolest of icebergs, warmth just shot through her like an arrow as he said hello. Stammering a bit she uttered in a quiet yet sultry voice, " I just thought I would introduce myself and bring you something to snack on". He smiled warmly once again and reached for the pie, just as she stepped forward. The collision of both bodies against each other had apple pie splattered and smeared all over their chests. Both Chastity and him started laughing before she whispered, "Here let me help you with that". Leaning forward, Chastity snaked her tongue along that gorgeous bare chest, teasing and tasting him along with the sweet cinnamonny taste of the pie. "Mmmmmm, delicious" she whispered as she pushed him back deliberately against the wall, her tongue never sliding from his chest as her fingers tugged down on the cut off shorts he had on.

Evaluating the intern

Confession
"Bless me father for I have sinned." Even those first words from her aroused my inner demons.
She sounded so innocent, yet, there was a sound of lust in her voice. Brooke Stevens was her name. She was an eighteen year old senior at St. Marks all girls high school. One of the most beautiful girls in the school. The envy of all the other girls. I often heard them making comments about her. Her reputation perceived her. Alas it is not my place to judge but to forgive and guide the young ladies into the right path. However, Brooke was different. She affected me a way no other person ever has before. This girl has been going out of her way to get my attention from the moment I joined the parish here. Everyday in class she would sit there and lick her supple lips so seductively as I was teaching my lesson. Crossing and uncrossing her legs showing me that she was wearing no panties. I am a man of God but I am also a man. The site of that beautiful young pussy drove me nuts. When she would come to my desk to ask for help she would lean over my shoulder and press her firm tits on my shoulders. My cock would get so hard. She was driving me out of my mind. Now here she is in my confession booth about to tell me her sins. Part of me wanted to make an excuse to get the hell out of there. The other part, however, waited there in anticipation to hear what nasty things this nymph was up too.
"Father, I think of you late at night as I am lying in bed. My pussy is throbbing and wet and I wish you entering me." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did she have no conscience or morals? She was telling me, a priest, that she wanted my cock in her. What do I say? Do I go crazy and tell her that she is an immoral being and she should be severely punished for such thoughts? Thoughts that would send her straight to the depths of hell. I couldn't do it. This young confused, yet sexy luscious, beautiful girl wanted me to help her in her time of need. It was my duty to give her penance. Penis was more like it though. My cock was rock hard. My balls were tingling. The thought of this dirty little slut made my cock want to explode. Just as I was about to tell her to go home she standing there in front of me.
Her blouse unbuttoned, I could see her huge tits, such hard nipples longing to be sucked! She was rubbing her pussy. Lifting her skirt for me to see her wet slit. My cock was about to burst out of my pants. I was frozen. I couldn't think. I was a priest, a man of God, but this hot little cunt wanted me in her. "Father Bryant, put your holy cock in me in fill me with the LORD." It sounded so right! She knelt down before me and took my cock out and began sucking on it. She was a cock sucking little slut and so good at it. Taking my whole shaft into her mouth. Rubbing my balls and stroking my cock with such expertise! It was as if she had a degree in falatio.
"Father Bryant, do you want to pet my pussy." Who could say no to an offer like that. She had an amazing cunt. So smooth so wet. It smelt divine I had to taste her. No words could describe this luscious pussy before me. I had to shove my shaft into her hot wet hole. I laid her down on the floor and put my hard pulsating cock deep inside her tight young flesh. Sucking on her huge tits. The warmth of her wet cunt was driving me mad. "Fuck me harder father Bryant. HARDER! I want you too fill me with your hot cum!" I pounded that hot little pussy so hard. She was screaming so loud. "OH GOD OH GOD. FUCK ME FATHER FUCK ME!" My balls began to tighten I could no longer take it. I exploded inside her wet fuck hole filling her up with my cum!
It was over now. As I lied there next to her I realized what I had done. We collected ourselves and began to exit the confessional. Upon exiting, Sister Mary-Margret, the mother superior, was waiting for us. She had heard the whole thing. I was white as a ghost. I have shamed myself and my parish. "Father Bryant, Brooke, the two of you should be ashamed of yourselves. How dare you get off in my church without me!"
It was just then that I realized I truly did find my calling!

I squeeze one of the cheeks of your ass as you whisper to me, "Let's go" trailing your fingertips briefly over the front of my tightening jeans.
We leave the crowded dance floor and make our way to the door, you leading me by the hand; I notice quite a few envious glances in our direction.
At the car, I unlock the door, then press you back against it, trapping you in front of me as I lower my face to yours. Teasing your lips with mine, I trace my fingers over one of your cheeks, feeling how soft and smooth your skin is. Slowly, I tease your lips to open slightly, then flick my tongue out, wetting your lips before hungrily kissing you, slipping my tongue deep in your mouth. I moan into your mouth as my hand cups your breast, hefting its weight, lightly pinching your nipple. I can barely walk straight as I make my way to the driver's door so we can go back to my motel room.
The door is barely shut behind us before I continue trying to devour you, my lips on yours, on your neck, your cheeks, nibbling your ears, my tongue hot and wet slipping inside your ear, my breath hot against your wet, quickly- cooling skin. I manage to get off your shirt and suck in my breath as your naked tits swing free. Groaning, I sink to my knees, wrapping my arms around you, raining kisses on your belly, your ribs, nuzzling the underside of your soft breasts. Moaning deep in my throat, I begin to suckle, occasionally flicking out my tongue or nibbling on the hard tips of your tits. My hands move upwards and cup your breasts, caressing and squeezing as my mouth works against your plump globes. Gently, I tug down on you, bending you so you will kiss me again, and I feel the full weight of your big tits against my palms. I bury my face between your breasts and feverishly work on unclasping your pants.

It's the end of the semester as I know it

On The Deep Blue Sea
I was a ship's doctor on the Pacific Pride cruise ship. This was my third ship since signing on as a ship's doctor. Cruise ships are wonderful except for all the people who get sea sick. My job is pretty routine otherwise, plus i get free cruises. I'm not the greatest looking guy in the world, but I'm not the worst either. I'm tall, not fat and have a nice cock.
We were 3 days out of LA and I had my usual runs of sea sickness. I was awakened one night by a call from a female passenger that had suffered from sea sickness since we set sail and I made my way to her room. When I got there, I was met by a nice looking young woman about 22 years old, long blonde hair and from what I could tell, a nice body. I went in and started my exam. Her nightgown was covered with vomit, so I asked her to change and the loss of the smell would help. She told me that she was too ill to take it off and would I do it for her.
Since I was a doctor, I saw no problem. But I was also a man and when I removed her night gown, my cock wasn't prepared for the beauty underneath. As I pulled her night gown over her head, I was greeted with a beautiful, naked young woman. Her body was remarkable, well toned and tanned. She had 34b tits and a shaved pubic mound. I told her that we should go into the bathroom and wash the smell off of her and she headed for the bathroom.
I bathed her and we talked as I did. She had just ended a long, sad love relationship with a man who had abused her and all she wanted to do was to forget him and get some action on the ship, but she had been sick in her cabin since we left port. I washed her chest with the warm wash cloth and she began to get turned on. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in her body, her nipples were getting hard under my touch! My cock was also responding to this and was growing ever larger. She fell back and accidentally brushed against my cock and felt it's hardness, a smile came to her face.
She told me that I didn't wash her pubic area as I put the washcloth down. I told her that I didn't think she had vomited there and she smiled and said, "Doc, I think it needs to be washed." I obliged her and as I was washing her mound, she reached down and took the washcloth away and guided my fingers into her warm cunt. A thousand images went through my mind, I was afraid I'd lose my job, be disgraced, thousands of things. She moaned and softly told me that it was ok, no one would know but us.
After a few minutes, she dropped to her knees and slowly unzipped my fly and let the beast out. It sprang forward in all of it's 8" glory and smacked her in the nose. She giggled and then took it in her mouth. She was good and she had my cock so hard a cat couldn't scratch it!! She was so good at sucking and it wasn't long before I felt the familiar twangs in my balls. As suddenly as she started, she stopped. I asked what was wrong, and she said she was going to throw up and humped over the commode. "Fuck me doc," she said.
I dropped my trousers and moved in behind her hunched over the toilet. She spread her legs for me and I eased up and into her twat. She was tight and because she had a fever, her pussy was on fire! She said, "No matter what, fuck me doc." I started pumping in and out of her tight, hot twat and was beginning to get a good rhythm going when she bent way over and started heaving. When she heaved, it was like her twat was going to swallow my cock, it was so fucking tight and incredible. I pistoned in and out and as she heaved, I exploded inside her. When my cock was deflating, I slowly pulled out of her. She had stopped throwing up then and turned around and licked my cum off my cock.
I pulled my trousers back up and she got on a new gown and we sat and talked. I left her some Dramamine and thanked her. She thanked me and said that was the best fuck she's ever had and would I mind if she called me back again to give her another "shot". I said of course not and we kissed and I put her to bed and returned to my cabin. A ship's doctor is supposed to aid and comfort the passengers, but this tme it was mutual.

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