Marie was a girl just blossoming into woman. A stylist young Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her loose blonde hair was cut stylishly short-circuit and fiercely moussed. Her makeup was applied with impeccable preciseness, highlighting her bombastic blue oculus. She wore tight jean capri 's by the trendy designer, and a at large cotton wool top that when she moved just right showed a wink of her budding breasts.

It was ahead of time Fri morning and she was out in the suburbs, returning from an after hours nightspot. She had been drinking and taking E and was feeling in the mood for a laugh. She stopped at a newsstand to grab a bottle of water system and a transcript of Charlie Hebdo. It was a satirical magazine and always beneficial for a laugh.

The cover had a picture of Mohammed and the cover charge and she laughed. There was going to be so much topsy-turvyness from this. The plebeians out here in the suburban area will riot for sure. It will be so a lot fun to appear to be above it.

She turned the corner to head up toward the metro for her ride home when she heard a muzzien calling from a nearby mosque for break of the day prayers. She smiled and thought maybe to cause a little worry of her own. She was walking by the mens entrance to the mosque when she bent down to adjust her high school heels. This had two effects. Firstly it pointed her shapely ass rightfulness at the men who were entering the mosque and secondly it caused her lax top to skid up her bare torso showing off her breasts still covered in glitter from the Nox of raving before.

One of the men turned to her and spat at her. He had a farsighted salt and pepper beard with pilus close cropped to his straits and one of those funny skull jacket crown. He was n't wearing proper clothes either. He had on those robe that they were. It was a foresightful one objet d'art matter that went down to his ankle and fit tight across his gross belly.

'' Do n't spit at me you disgusting Jew ! '' She said standing up and facing him, her boob still bared. She knew he was Moslem but she wanted to get him really angry.

'' Infidel bitch ! '' He grabbed her and called out in Arabic to his acquaintance who came running to facilitate. The grabbed her and dragged her into the entrance expanse. The stripped off her horseshoe and tossed her into a spring. She splashed the piddle at them.

'' sloven ! You 'll pay for this. '' The stripped off there shoes and carried her into the mosque proper. There were prayer matte covering half the level and a cart with the rest them about to spread out. The who spat on her grabbed her top and yanked it hard. It tore away from her wet body. Her mammilla were unwaveringly with the good water. They were small, hardly tumid than the goose protuberance that covered her body.

The one who spat on her shouted, `` In the presence of you witnesses, she is now my married woman and will instruct her obedience. '' He reached down and lifted the robe over his organic structure revealing a tumid hairy gut that merged with his beard.

Marie caught her ego staring at phallus though. She had seen her percentage. Kissed and licked and fucked her percentage of penises as well. This one was bald. All of the hair had been shaved from around it and he was circumcised. Something that she had only seen once before. It was large and furious and coming at her backtalk. The angry purple head was dripping precum. She felt it go into her mouth and was tempted to bite it.

It was out as quickly as it was in. A hand came down and smacked her hard. `` If I feel one tooth you will loose them all '' She could find her eye starting to puff up shut as the dick was shoved back into her mouth. She did n't know what to do. She did n't desire to pleasure him but at the same time she wanted the to end.

She wrapped her lips around the end and then began licking. She swirled her tongue around the tip and then began sucking. She varied the tempo and listened to his external respiration. As it sped up so did she. Faster and faster her natural language went around the head of his penis until he started spurting in her rima oris.

She had a design. She held his cum in her oral fissure, her rim and cheeks suctioning more out.

'' Now my admirer, enjoy my new wifes backtalk. ''

The next man, the youngest of the grouping and perhaps only 40 walked up to her. He had drab pelt, an Algerian she thought dismissively. he had a scraggly beard. He wore a nighttime green with amber trim. Very plain in her estimation but garish compared to the ecru robe of the others. He lifted it up revealing a wiry skeletal system and an out of situation pot belly.

Marie smiled and spat the mouthful of cum in his boldness. His script was speedy to fly and he hit her hard knocking her over. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her up to meet his monolithic tool. It was the gravid she had ever seen. A full 25cm farseeing and tumid around as well. Underneath hung the enceinte balls she had seen.

Without ceremonial occasion it was thrust down her throat and she gagged. She could n't breath as the phallus plowed down her oral cavity. She could do nothing as his hand worked her head back and Forth.

'' stopover '' she mumbled, coughing and gagging. Again, down her throat. When he pulled her top dog back she vomited over his penis. He pulled her principal forward and held it. She could n't catch one's breath. She felt his cum pouring down her gullet as his massive tool twitched in her throat.

She collapsed to the priming vomiting. Out of her mouth came a admixture of disgorgement, cum and rake. She lay for a mo her look in the mess.

The third man poked her with a walking control stick. He was already au naturel and looked to be 100. He stood there with his withered cock. `` Suck it pagan ! ``

She crawled over and wrapped her mouth around his phallus. She sucked on it for a secure 5 minutes and was finally rewarded with a dribble of cum.

The quarter and fifth part men had dropped there plain dark-brown robes but were still wearing the skull caps. They were standing in front of her shaved cut cocks standing at care. She took one turncock in each mitt and began to hitch them off. She alternated sucking and kissing the ends.

The two of them finished at the Saame time their cum streaking her hair.

'' Now to make her my wife officially ! '' The first man shouted and threw her on the cart of matt face first. The carpet were boisterous and scraped against her delicate breasts.

His hands grabbed the rachis of her slopped jeans, the most effective birth control she used. She had a difficult enough fourth dimension getting them on and off and Guy never could. He pulled on her dragging her torso across the rough mats. She could feel the rug burn.

There was a brief discussion in Arabic and she heard the shick sound of a tongue being opened and felt the cold steel against her back. The sharp tongue cut off her knickers leaving a reduce line of blood down the spine of each leg.

There was nothing she could do but cry when she felt the cock enter her cunt. It was long and hard and filled her. He thrust mysterious and hard and with every push the cart underneath her rocked and her clitoris and mamilla chafed on the rough prayer carpeting. He was pounding into her and she could feel her pussy start to get wet.

She was starting to feel pleasure as he pounded her. Then he stopped moving. He laughed and said `` lookout man this. '' He grabbed her skinny thigh and pushed her forward. She and the handcart rolled along his strong dick. Then just before he was out, he pulled back forcing her onto his hardness. The advantage to this for her was that he was going slower. Unfortunately his fingers were digging in severe to her second joint. She would have contusion for sure. He picked up the step. Pushing and pulling on her thighs as the others laughed. She was sore and rugburned but she felt her pussy tighten and contract bridge squeezing his cock. Then he started coming, his belly flappy down on her ass and he collapsed on top of her.

She could hardly breath as he was panting.

He pulled his penis out and saw no blood. `` The whore. I married a whore. No profligate, I was n't the first. '' He spat on her and shouted, `` I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you. ``

The Algerian smiled. He picked up the ruins of her panties and used them to mop up some of the vomit on the flooring. He placed them over her ass and then used a thumb to depart to promote them up inside. She resisted a bit but she was too wear to crusade off the invader. He then took his massive penis and placed it at the entrance to her ass.

She had never done anal sex before. She had heard some girls talk it up, meretricious than rubbers they would say but she always felt disgusted by the idea. She felt his cock energy into her. It was difficult at first. She felt a pulling and lacrimation. She was weeping now. He thrust into her hard and all of the sudden he was all the way in. His large hired hand were on her articulatio coxae and he pushed her towards him and away. Another man stood in front of her with his dick at the ready. She did n't know what do so she started sucking. Her branch were pulled out the position and the men wrapped her paw around their hawkshaw. She just held on as they worked her arms in and out, jerking off themselves off her hands.

When they all finished, they kicked her out, a hemorrhage, tear stained deal covered in cum .