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Talk about being an unsuspecting victim of flashing, when a Catholic nun flashed me an up-habit peek of what she wore under her habit, I had no idea that she wore stockings and a garter belt without panties. Never expecting to see what this particular nun wore beneath her habit; I couldn’t stop staring while genuflecting and anointing myself for a closer look. I wondered which priest was her fuck buddy.
“Bless you, Sister Mary Elizabeth, peace be with you and, thank you,” I said staring at her naked pussy with her pubic hair trimmed in the shape of a crucifix. “God bless you, Sister. You made my day. You’re doing God’s work by flashing me your naked pussy.”
She laughed a holy laugh. Then, she said something that made me realize that she had been deliberately flashing. She made me realize that even a Catholic nun wanted to have sex with me.
“If you meet me in the rectory before Father O’Malley returns, I’ll show you my tramp stamp,” she said.
‘Tramp stamp? Sister Mary Elizabeth has a tramp stamp. I wondered what a Catholic Nun would have as a tramp stamp. Maybe, her tramp stamp has something to do with the Jesus or with the Pope,’ I thought.
Eager to see Sister Mary Elizabeth’s naked ass and her tramp stamp, I met her in the rectory. Not wasting any time with religious formalities, while staring up at me seductively, she raised her habit to her waist, turned, and bent forward. I stared at her round naked ass and the back of her naked pussy. Then, I read her tramp stamp.
‘Kneeling is not just for praying.’
‘Wow,’ I thought. ‘Kneeling is not just for praying? Clearly, Sister Mary Elizabeth sucks cock. She’s a cocksucker. Way to go, Sister. I wondered if she sucked Father O’Malley’s stiff prick. I’d love for this nun to kneel in front of me while giving my erect, naked cock her oral blessing. I’d love for Sister Mary Elizabeth to suck my cock,’ I thought.
‘In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I take your blessed, erect cock in my mouth to suck,’ I imagined her saying before blowing me.
I played ignorant.
“That’s some tramp stamp, Sister Mary Elizabeth but what does it mean?”
She gave me her most holy smile while moving to her knees in front me. Showing me what her tramp stamp meant instead of telling me, she unzipped me and pulled out my cock. Then, she stroked me to a nice erection and before taking me in her mouth, she said a prayer with her head bowed.
“Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the meal that I’m about to consume,” she said.
She took me in her mouth and stroked me while blowing me. Giving her what she wanted, I ejaculate a mouthful of protein for the good sister to swallow. Then, while giving my praises to Jesus, I fucked Sister Mary Elizabeth hard and fast.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, God,” I said cumming in Sister Mary Elizabeth’s pussy.
‘It’s a miracle,’ I thought. ‘After being blown by a Catholic Nun, I had sexual intercourse with a Catholic nun. I’ve experienced it all. I can die happy and peacefully go to Heaven or to Hell happy.’
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‘Who wants to go for ice cream,’ I imagined asking the women at The Last Gasp, End of the Line nursing, retirement home?
If I’m still healthy when in my 70’s and living the rest of my life in a nursing home, I imagined all the naked fun that I’d have with some of the more sexually, agreeable and physically able residents. After removing the three dead bodies from my trunk to redistribute the weight, my car automatically leveled itself. Able to fit four in the backseat and three in the front seat, I imagined loading seven elderly women in my shiny, black, Lincoln Town Car with the extended wheelbase, the last of the factory-made limousines, and taking them for ice cream.
I imagined playing strip poker with someone’s elderly mother or grandmother. They’d be stripping themselves naked or I’d be stripping myself naked. Even if I lost, I’d win. There’s nothing like having sex with elderly, horny women.
“I have three aces, Grandma Larsen. Sorry but the last time I checked,” I said with dirty laugh. “Three asses beat two pair,” I said. I stared at her bra clad breasts. Grandma Larsen certainly had big tits and I couldn’t wait to see them. I couldn’t wait to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them. “Take off your bra and show me your tits,” I said staring at her bra clad breasts.
As if she was a stripper on stage, she slowly, sexily, and seductively removed one bra strap before removing the other. Then, she reached behind her to unhook her bra. While holding her bra cups in place, she removed one bra cup before removing the other. She was topless. Grandma Larsen was topless.
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I imagined playing spin the bottle and making out with someone’s widowed wife. I imagined having more sex in a nursing home than I ever had anywhere before. After not having sex in a while, I imagined the female residents in a nursing home being as sexually frustrated and sexually aggressive, as I was horny.
My turn to spin the bottle, the mouth of the bottle landed on Linda, another woman with big tits. In preparation of my long, wet kiss, making myself comfortable, I moved beside her to kiss her. Only, one kiss turned into another kiss, into us making out, and into me feeling her huge beasts through her clothes.
I felt her big tits. I fondled her big tits. Then, stripping off her clothes, I sucked her big, naked tits while making lover to her before fucking her and having sexual intercourse with her.
In hindsight, for one reason or for another, mainly because men are cheating assholes, many of these women didn’t have men in their lives. Historically, women live longer than men. The ones who still had men in their lives were in bad marriages or troubled relationships and their men weren’t worth a shit.
I figured that their flashing me had something to do with them being horny and sexually frustrated. Instead of starting a sexually relationship, possibly, one they couldn’t finish, innocent sex, why not flash me their panties and bras, their naked breasts, asses, and pussies? We could still have some sexy fun with a little exhibitionism and voyeurism.
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Having never seen as much as my sister’s panties or bra strap before, now that I was of age, whenever our mother wasn’t home, whether deliberately or unintentionally, Kathy started exposing herself to me. When sitting across from me, parting her knees open enough for me to see her white panties, she acted as if she didn’t know that she was as exposed as she was. With her wearing short skirts back then, miniskirts, she gave me peeks between her legs of her bright, white, bikini panties. Every time she crossed and uncrossed her legs, she’d flash me her panties.
Something so innocent, while trying to read her face, I couldn’t tell if she had flashed me her panties deliberately or accidentally. Then, whenever she flashed me while wearing sheer panties, I could see her camel toe, her pussy slit, her pussy mound, and whatever I could see of her darker patch of trimmed, red, pubic hair. For all intents and purposes, no matter if deliberate or unintentional flashed me, my sister continually flashed me her nearly, naked pussy.