Jack with the nuns — a picture story

Once again Jack's mom Irene went on a concert tour. She placed Jack in the care of Sister Agnes, whom she trusted. "Jack," said Mom, "you already know Sister Agnes pretty well; I've always allowed you to fuck the good sister when she's with me to lick her clit. She's a good girl and she'll make sure that you get jerked off often enough and maybe you're allowed to fuck someone too, but I don't know that for sure." Jack nodded, Agnes was a fine buddy and wonderful to fuck. "It's a blessing for Agnes if you fuck her nicely, Jack," said Mama, "because there are no men to fuck in the monastery, and the poor sisters only have their tongues and fingers. That's nice, but it's not the same." Jack, that was Irene's son. He was only 16, but he was a misshapen gnome. His face already looked ancient, his large hooked nose was responsible for his nickname 'dwarf nose'. He was short in stature and had a hunchback. But what made it all worth it was his big, hard-working cock. Since he was 12, he fucked Mommy in the shower every day, and he also fucked all her sisters, cousins, and nieces when they were already manable. And Mama loved him, she was very proud of his virility, his steadfastness and his magnificent battering ram. So Jack came to Sister Agnes in the nunnery, which was by no means a holy institution, but rather a very dirty den of sin.

And Sister Agnes, smiling, laid him over her lap and jerked him, once, twice and three times, as his mom had told her. She smiled because she really liked to jerk off little boys; it was usually the altar boys who were eager for it. She pushed her habit up over her big, melon-sized breasts, took Jack on her lap like a baby and jerked him off. Jack was happy because Agnes was not only very good at fucking, but she could jerk him off from her wrist, almost as good as Mom and much better than Aunt Gertrud, who didn't think much of jerking cocks and always made a sour face when she had to jerk him off. Well, Agnes let him cum high on her breasts, but of course his seed also ran down, over her fleshy pussy lips and dripped onto the floor...



Jack spied on the unchaste nuns all day. He watched their games in and under the bath water when they sat in the bath together — just to save water, of course. No, you couldn't say that the nuns here in the women's monastery lived a chaste life. If the Vatican were to take a closer look, they would quickly close this house of fornication — or turn it into a brothel, which would bring in more money.

Already from the second round, Jack held his shaft tightly because Agnes was pretty scatterbrained and otherwise his cock could easily escape her cum-damp fingers. He couldn't stand that and the only thing against it was that he held his cock up himself and made sure that it didn't slip out of her fist, the guy! As I said, he had to concentrate in this second round and keep his cock in her fist, because, as I said, Agnes was a bit scatterbrained.



Some nuns were sitting nearby, holding their breviaries. They pretended to be praying in the breviary, but in reality they were peering at them. Most of them had never seen a boy with such a big cock and Agnes, who was a hero, jerked Jack off again and again. Of course they knew that she would do it three times in a row, but Agnes was a real slut, sometimes she wouldn't stop when she was really going and his semen was running warmly over her thick, fleshy pussy lips and dripping. It could be that she did it to him four or even five times. Jack was happy about every additional lap, Agnes smiled so sweetly when she really got going.



Jack, who was in the middle of puberty, needed it 10 or 15 times a day. And Sister Agnes was very happy to join in, she also jerked him off in the afternoon and again after vespers. Jack wrote his mom a message: "No, I'm not in a strict convent, but in paradise for little boys!" Mom sent back a big smile emoji. She was very relieved that her darling was doing well and that he thought he was in paradise for little boys.



When there were no other nuns in the chapel, Sister Agnes would pull up her habit so that she was practically completely naked. Jack really liked that because Mom was always naked when she jerked him off or let him fuck him. Agnes thought it was too early to fuck in the chapel because someone could come in at any time and disturb her or scream murder. Jack understood it very well. Jerking off was also very nice, not like fucking, but still, somehow.



And then there was Sister Florence, she came from Flanders. She had seen it as her job and destiny to jerk off the little altar boys after the service. She really enjoyed doing it, Jack didn't have the slightest doubt about that. But Florence always turned her face towards heaven and she looked so worried that you wouldn't think that she just had a fine little altar boy lying across her lap and was masturbating the boy with abandon. Florence also had beautiful, large breasts that still defied gravity.



And when the nun Florence from Flanders finally let the boy cum in fine stripes over her breasts, then her face turned into a pitiful one, close to tears, looking up at the sky. An outsider might have been moved to tears, but Jack was watching Florence's pussy lips. They twitched in a telltale way and revealed how hot it was for them to have jerked off the altar boy and made him cum.



Jack loved it when it was Sister Celeste's turn. She was a few years younger than sister Agnes. And she didn't believe in jerking cocks. She didn't really care whether other sisters in the chapel read her breviary. She raised her habit and Jack was allowed to fuck her until his balls were completely drained. Like many of the sisters, she had all her pubic hair plucked out and Jack thought he was fucking a young girl because her fuck hole was so tight. Sister Celeste smiled every time Jack flooded her cunt, that was the point of all the excitement.



And then there was Sister Primela, who came from a far Catholic town in Valais, Switzerland. Every time she acted as if the mortal sin were about to plunge her straight into the hottest flames of hell. It was her fault that Jack turned into a devil, he had to have the reluctant one at all costs. First he fucked Primela in her mouth and when he squirted he pushed his cock so deep into her throat that she had to swallow and drink everything down to the last drop. Then he took her from behind, pushed her habit up to her neck and fucked her from below, from behind. Oh yes, how she whined hypocritically, the farmer's daughter, who was already used to that from her dad, the farmer. Her mom had taught her to resist being bathed like a kitten because men loved resistance and now she acted as if she didn't enjoy it.



The sister Ursula, she came from Upper Austria and she loved both jerking off and fucking. She had a sunny disposition and didn't think anything of it; the 6th Commandment only forbade staring covetously at the neighbor's wife. So she didn't have a bad conscience when she first jerked Jack off and let him cum on her chest, then she lifted her habit and the boy was allowed to fuck her, once, twice and three times. She smiled and threw her head back as Jack pumped his slime into her cunt hole in spurts.



And Sister Gordula came from here. She didn't believe in wanking cocks — wanking was nothing compared to fucking. And the good Lord made us cocks and pussies so that we can fuck and not jerk off like monkeys. She was probably right, the good Gordula. She always made a face like a tram inspector to make sure Jack was fucking her properly and wasn't doing anything nasty, the guy! Of course Jack fucked her conscientiously, she had left a little fluffy hair over her cunt, and of course she had plucked out the rest.



Sister Imogen, on the other hand, woke up the devil in Jack's chest again. She was a little older and played the reluctant victim with great skill. Jack actually had to act like a devil to fuck good Imogen. On the other hand, she only let him pull away when he had fucked her properly and his semen was oozing out of her fuck hole.



Sister Malgorzata actually came from Poland. She was only 26 and not in the monastery voluntarily, at least not in this den of sin of a monastery. In Poland a nun was holy; no man would touch her inappropriately. She backed away from Jack, that devil of a pig, all the way to the altar and sat with her butt on the edge. Of course she had also plucked out her pubic hair; one didn't want to welcome his groom Jesus Christ with an unsavory bush between his thighs. Malgorzata was actually an obsessive onanist by nature, she whispered to the divine groom while masturbating, but here she had to let the altar boys and the ugly, devilish gnome fuck her, there was no way around it. Of course everyone knew that she would have preferred to jerk herself off, but now it was official fucking time. Jack, the horned little devil, gave a fuck about her suffering face and fucked the dashing Polish girl until his balls were emptied. Basta.



Sister Portrudis was Malgorzata's aunt, and she too had a face like seven days of rain as soon as it was her turn. The devilish gnome really enjoyed fucking the old woman because her fuck hole was even tighter than Malgorzata's. No, he wasn't a brutal man, he didn't force anyone, maybe just a little bit. But the Sister Superior and the Abbot had ordered that the altar boys be rewarded with jerking off or fucking after the service. Jack, who was not an altar boy, rode along as a free rider. Already during the mass his eyes were selecting the next victim, a matter of honor!



Jack, however, steered clear of the Mother Superior. She was a very stern woman — a proud, aristocratic-looking daughter of Wales who considered fucking an absolute necessity. She was a thoroughly sensual woman, not some uptight beanpole like so many Englishwomen. She was always the first to grab one of the altar boys, have him slide his cock inside her from below, and let her gaze wander toward the saints or the Mother of God. The Mother Superior would open her habit and expose her aging breasts, then jerk the poor altar boy off for the second and final time. All the cum ran over her fingers and splattered onto her thighs; it was a goddamn mess. Then, rousing herself from her reverie, she would reach down, grab the altar boy’s cock, and stroke it vigorously. The altar boy would gasp with exertion, for she wouldn't let him come until he was utterly spent and drained. All the while, the Mother Superior appeared as if deep in prayer or contemplating the Bible — pondering heavy, profound thoughts. In truth, she was merely listening to her own cunt, sensing what her pussy felt as the boy’s cock penetrated her holy fuckhole, and what her clit experienced — swelling, throbbing, and demanding to be stroked too, of course!



Jack was recording the Mother Superior on video. He planned to show the videos to Mom. Not just because she enjoyed watching dirty videos, but because there was something about the Mother Superior that perhaps appealed to Mom’s bisexual leanings. Maybe Mom was interested — who knows?

But there were also nuns — especially the older ones — who took for themselves what God and Mother Church had strictly forbidden! Absolutely forbidden, ladies!

Old Celeste, that fat cow, would let the willing monastery gardener screw her like a bitch at every opportunity. She let him shoot his seed into her old cunt without a second thought; she was long past the age where she needed to be careful. No, she took it full-on, screaming with pleasure!



Young Sister Miriam — a truly lovely and deeply devout nun — would jerk off all the choirboys and altar boys without the slightest inhibition or pangs of conscience. Why? Well, she had four brothers, and from an early age, her parents had insisted that she dutifully jerk them all off, one after the other. No one could really blame her for that, though the Mother Superior had instructed her not to do it in plain sight, but rather somewhere deep within the monastery — perhaps in the crypt — in God's name!



Yet there were others who stopped at nothing — not even the Devil himself. True, the Devil possessed a magnificent cock, and he fucked divinely! But one day, he would stand beside the Grim Reaper to claim her soul.



And, by God, was there anything better than getting down on all fours and letting the Devil fuck you thoroughly from behind, like a bitch in heat? The Devil, whose cock never went limp or soft, and who fucked her until she collapsed in ecstasy?



Once you had jerked off every choirboy and altar boy to your heart's content, the next logical step was to wank off the Devil. While the Devil had plenty of willing angels, chaste wives, and shy virgins to fuck, he was more than happy to let any of these hypocritical nuns jerk him off — for as long and as often as they pleased! In exchange, he grabbed their souls, and that was his ambitious goal.