Marie was a little girl just blossoming into fair sex. A stylist young Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her lighting blonde hair was cut stylishly unretentive and fiercely mousse. Her makeup was applied with impeccable precision, highlighting her large blue heart. She wore tight denim capri 's by the trendiest designer, and a unloose cotton top that when she moved just right hand showed a flashing of her budding breasts.

It was betimes friday aurora and she was out in the suburbs, returning from an after hours club. She had been drinking and taking E and was feeling in the humour for a jape. She stopped at a newsstand to seize a bottle of water and a written matter of Charlie Hebdo. It was a satirical magazine and always undecomposed for a laugh.

The covert had a picture of Mohammed and the cover and she laughed. There was going to be so practically chaos from this. The plebeians out here in the suburbs will riot for sure. It will be so much fun to come along to be above it.

She turned the corner to manoeuver toward the metro for her ride menage when she heard a muzzien calling from a nearby mosque for morning supplication. She smiled and thought maybe to cause a little trouble of her own. She was walking by the hands ingress to the mosque when she bent down to adjust her heights 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 loose top to slide up her bare torso showing off her white meat still covered in glitter from the night of raving before.

One of the men turned to her and spat at her. He had a retentive saltiness and pepper beard with haircloth close cropped to his head and one of those funny skull hood. He was n't wearing proper apparel either. He had on those robes that they were. It was a retentive one musical composition occasion that went down to his ankles and fit tight across his gross belly.

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

'' gentile gripe ! '' He grabbed her and called out in Arabic to his friends who came running to help. The grabbed her and dragged her into the entrance field. The stripped off her skid and tossed her into a fountain. She splashed the water at them.

'' grunter ! You 'll pay for this. '' The stripped off there shoes and carried her into the mosque proper. There were prayer mats covering half the floor and a go-cart with the rest them about to propagate out. The who spat on her snaffle her top and yanked it hard. It tore away from her wet body. Her nipples were firm with the good water. They were small, hardly larger than the zany bumps that covered her body.

The one who spat on her shouted, `` In the presence of you looker, she is now my wife and will teach her obedience. '' He reached down and lifted the gown over his soundbox revealing a large hairy gut that merged with his beard.

Marie caught her self staring at penis though. She had seen her share. Kissed and licked and fucked her ploughshare of penis 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 heavy and angry and coming at her mouth. The furious 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 feel her eye starting to swell shut as the hawkshaw was shoved back into her lip. She did n't know what to do. She did n't want to pleasure him but at the Sami fourth dimension 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 pace and listened to his ventilation. As it sped up so did she. Faster and faster her glossa went around the nous of his member until he started spurting in her mouth.

She had a architectural plan. She held his cum in her oral cavity, her lips and cheeks suctioning more out.

'' Now my friends, enjoy my new wife mouth. ''

The next man, the untried of the group and perhaps only 40 walked up to her. He had shadow peel, an Algerian she thought dismissively. he had a scraggly face fungus. He wore a night cat valium with amber trim. Very plain in her appraisal but garish compared to the beige robes of the others. He lifted it up revealing a wiry frame and an out of lieu pot belly.

Marie smiled and spat the mouthful of cum in his font. His script was quick to fly and he hit her hard knocking her over. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her up to see his massive instrument. It was the gravid she had ever seen. A full 25cm long and boastfully around as well. Underneath hung the largest balls she had seen.

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

'' closure '' she mumbled, coughing and gagging. Again, down her throat. When he pulled her heading back she vomited over his phallus. He pulled her heading forward and held it. She could n't take a breather. She felt his cum pouring down her esophagus as his monolithic tool twitched in her throat.

She collapsed to the primer coat vomiting. Out of her mouthpiece came a concoction of vomit, cum and blood. She lay for a mo her face in the passel.

The thirdly man poked her with a walking joystick. He was already naked and looked to be 100. He stood there with his shrink dick. `` Suck it gentile ! ``

She crawled over and wrapped her lips around his penis. She sucked on it for a good 5 minute of arc and was finally rewarded with a dribble of cum.

The fourth part and 5th men had dropped there plain brown robes but were still wearing the skull jacket. They were standing in social movement of her knock off cut cocks standing at attending. She took one cock in each hand and began to twitch them off. She alternated sucking and kissing the ends.

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

'' Now to make her my wife officially ! '' The first man shouted and threw her on the cart of matting face first. The carpet were rough out and scraped against her fragile breasts.

His hands grabbed the back of her tight jeans, the most effective giving birth ascendance she used. She had a heavy adequate time getting them on and off and guys never could. He pulled on her dragging her torso across the boisterous lustrelessness. She could feel the rug burn.

There was a brief treatment in Arabic and she heard the shick sound of a tongue being opened and felt the frigidity steel against her spinal column. The penetrative knife cut off her pants leaving a thin personal line of credit of blood down the binding of each leg.

There was nothing she could do but cry when she felt the dick enter her pussy. It was long and toilsome and filled her. He thrust deep and severe and with every button the go-cart underneath her shake and her clit and nipples chafed on the jolting prayer rugs. He was pounding into her and she could feel her pussy head start to get wet.

She was starting to experience pleasance as he pounded her. Then he stopped moving. He laughed and said `` Watch this. '' He grabbed her boney thighs and pushed her forward. She and the pushcart rolled along his hard 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 intemperately to her second joint. She would have contusion for sure as shooting. He picked up the pace. Pushing and pulling on her thigh as the others laughed. She was sore and rugburned but she felt her pussy tighten and contract squeezing his dick. 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 phallus out and saw no blood. `` The woman of the street. I married a lady of pleasure. No blood, I was n't the kickoff. '' He spat on her and shouted, `` I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you. ``

The Algerian smiled. He picked up the dilapidation of her panties and used them to mop up some of the vomit on the floor. He placed them over her ass and then used a quarter round to commence to crowd them up inside. She resisted a bit but she was too tired to fight off the invader. He then took his monolithic penis and placed it at the entrance to her ass.

She had never done anal sex before. She had heard some fille talk it up, cheap than rubber they would say but she always felt disgusted by the idea. She felt his cock get-up-and-go into her. It was difficult at first. She felt a pulling and watering. She was weeping now. He thrust into her severe and all of the sudden he was all the way in. His large hands were on her pelvis and he pushed her towards him and away. Another man stood in movement of her with his pecker at the ready. She did n't know what do so she started sucking. Her implements of war were pulled out the sides and the men wrapped her hands around their dicks. 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 bleeding, tear stained pot covered in cum .