The quaint house in France stood alone, surrounded by rolling hills and vineyards. Sister Darla, a French nun, approached the house and knocked on the door. An old man, with a wicked twinkle in his eye, answered the door.
"Bonjour, Sister Darla. What brings you to my humble abode?" he asked, his voice dripping with intrigue.
"I'm here to ask for a donation for our convent," she replied, her voice steady and strong.
The old man smiled. "Of course, of course. Come in, come in. I was just about to have some coffee in the backyard. Would you care to join me?"
Darla hesitated for a moment before nodding her head. "Yes, that would be lovely."
They made their way to the backyard, where the old man's friend and neighbor was lounging in his underpants and a t-shirt. Darla tried not to stare at the outline of his dick in his underpants, but she couldn't help herself.
The friend, noticing her gaze, grinned. "Sister Darla, I didn't expect to see you here. Care for a cigarette?"
Darla raised an eyebrow. "I'm a nun, I don't smoke."
The friend chuckled. "Oh, come on. Just one won't hurt. It's the French way, after all."
After some persuasion, Darla accepted the cigarette. But it wasn't a regular cigarette. It was marijuana. Darla started coughing as she took a drag, her head spinning from the strong smoke.
The friend then offered her a drink. "Here, have some of this. It'll help with the coughing."
Darla took a sip, but it was strong alcohol. She felt her head spinning even more, her thoughts becoming hazy.
The old man and his friend took advantage of Darla's state. They started groping her tits over her cassock, their hands rough and demanding. Darla tried to protest, but her words were slurred.
"What's wrong, Sister Darla? You seem to be enjoying yourself," the old man said, his voice low and seductive.
Darla tried to push them away, but she was too drunk and high to fight back. The old man and his friend took off her cassock, revealing her unexpected underwear: a black corset, black lace panties, and black stockings with a belt.
Excited by the sight, the old man started fucking Darla's mouth while his friend took off her panties and started fingering her pussy. Darla weakly resisted, but she was too drunk and high to fight back.
The old man's friend started fucking Darla's pussy, his thrusts hard and fast. Darla started to come to her senses, but it was too late. The old man immediately shoved his shriveled cock in her mouth, silencing her protests.
The old man's friend started fucking Darla from behind while the old man fucks her mouth. Darla was now being fucked from both sides, with the old man in her mouth and his friend in her pussy.
The old man and his friend switched positions, with the old man fucking Darla from behind and his friend in her mouth. Darla was stupefied by the alcohol and marijuana, and she could barely keep her eyes open.
The old man and his friend fucked Darla until they cum in her ass and mouth, abundantly filling her with sperm. Darla lay there, exhausted and used, as the old man and his friend got dressed.
"Thank you, Sister Darla. That was quite the donation," the old man said, winking at her.
Darla, still in a daze, got dressed and made her way back to the convent. She would never forget that unexpected offering.
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