Marie was a miss just blossoming into womanhood. A styler young Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her igniter blonde hair was cut stylishly short and fiercely moussed. Her makeup was applied with faultless precision, highlighting her vauntingly gamy eyes. She wore tight jean capri 's by the trendiest designer, and a loose cotton wool top that when she moved just justly showed a flash of her budding breasts.

It was too soon friday morning 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 humor for a laugh. She stopped at a newsstand to take hold of a bottleful of water and a written matter of Charlie Hebdo. It was a satiric magazine and always secure for a laugh.

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

She turned the corner to manoeuvre toward the subway for her ride household when she heard a muzzien calling from a nearby mosque for morning prayers. She smiled and thought maybe to cause a little trouble of her own. She was walking by the mens ingress to the mosque when she bent down to adjust her high cad. This had two burden. Firstly it pointed her shapely ass right at the men who were entering the mosque and secondly it caused her promiscuous top to slither up her bare torso showing off her breasts still covered in glitter from the night of raving before.

One of the men turned to her and spat at her. He had a hanker salt and white pepper beard with hair's-breadth close cropped to his mind and one of those shady skull caps. He was n't wearing proper clothes either. He had on those robes that they were. It was a long one piece of music affair that went down to his ankles and fit tight across his vulgar belly.

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

'' heathen bitch ! '' He grabbed her and called out in Arabic language to his friend who came running to help oneself. The snap up her and dragged her into the entrance country. The stripped off her brake shoe and tossed her into a natural spring. She splashed the weewee at them.

'' Pigs ! You 'll pay for this. '' The stripped off there brake shoe and carried her into the mosque proper. There were petition MAT covering half the storey and a pushcart with the remainder them about to disperse out. The who spat on her seize her top and yanked it hard. It tore away from her wet consistence. Her pap were strong with the effective H2O. They were lowly, hardly enceinte than the goose bump that covered her body.

The one who spat on her shouted, `` In the presence of you viewer, she is now my wife and will instruct her obedience. '' He reached down and lifted the robe over his soundbox revealing a bombastic 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 pilus had been shaved from around it and he was circumcised. Something that she had only seen once before. It was large and angry and coming at her mouth. The furious imperial headway 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 puff up shut as the putz was shoved back into her mouth. She did n't know what to do. She did n't want to pleasure him but at the Sami meter she wanted the to end.

She wrapped her lips around the end and then began licking. She swirled her natural language 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 tongue went around the head of his penis until he started spurting in her mouthpiece.

She had a plan. She held his cum in her mouth, her backtalk and cheeks suctioning more out.

'' Now my friend, savour my new wifes backtalk. ''

The next man, the youngest of the group and perhaps only 40 walked up to her. He had wickedness skin, an Algerian she thought dismissively. he had a scraggly byssus. He wore a dark green with gold clipping. Very plain in her idea but tacky compared to the beige gown of the others. He lifted it up revealing a wiry frame and an out of office pot belly.

Marie smiled and spat the mouthful of cum in his cheek. His hand was agile to fly and he hit her arduous knocking her over. He grabbed a handful of her haircloth and yanked her up to foregather his massive tool. It was the largest she had ever seen. A replete 25cm farseeing and large around as well. Underneath hung the orotund Ball she had seen.

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

'' Stop '' she mumbled, coughing and gagging. Again, down her pharynx. When he pulled her head back she vomited over his member. He pulled her head forward and held it. She could n't breathe. She felt his cum pouring down her gullet as his monolithic tool twitched in her throat.

She collapsed to the terra firma vomiting. Out of her mouth came a mixture of vomit, cum and blood. She lay for a here and now her case in the mess hall.

The tertiary man poked her with a walking stick. He was already naked and looked to be 100. He stood there with his shriveled gumshoe. `` Suck it infidel ! ``

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

The fourth and one-fifth men had dropped there field browned robes but were still wearing the skull caps. They were standing in figurehead of her knock off cut cocks standing at attention. She took one hammer in each manus and began to jerk them off. She alternated sucking and kissing the ends.

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

'' Now to wee-wee her my married woman officially ! '' The first of all man shouted and threw her on the cart of lustrelessness face first. The rugs were rough and scraped against her touchy breasts.

His manus grabbed the vertebral column of her tight jeans, the most efficient parturition control she used. She had a hard enough time 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 treatment in Arabic and she heard the shick sound of a knife being opened and felt the cold steel against her spinal column. The discriminating knife cut off her bloomers leaving a thin blood of descent down the book binding of each leg.

There was cipher she could do but cry when she felt the cock enter her pussy. It was long and hard and filled her. He thrust deep and hard and with every push button the cart underneath her rocked and her clit and nipples chafed on the bumpy prayer carpeting. He was pounding into her and she could find her pussy showtime to get wet.

She was starting to palpate pleasure 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 handcart rolled along his hard putz. Then just before he was out, he pulled back forcing her onto his ruggedness. The advantage to this for her was that he was going deadening. Unfortunately his fingers were digging in severely to her thighs. She would have bruises for sure. He picked up the pace. Pushing and pulling on her second joint as the others laughed. She was sore and rugburned but she felt her pussycat tighten and contract squeezing his prick. 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 stemma. `` The whore. I married a whore. No blood, I was n't the 1st. '' He spat on her and shouted, `` I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you. ``

The Algerian smiled. He picked up the laying waste of her scanty and used them to mop up some of the vomiting on the trading floor. He placed them over her ass and then used a thumb to start to advertize them up inside. She resisted a bit but she was too tired to fight off the invader. He then took his monumental member and placed it at the entrance to her ass.

She had never done anal sex before. She had heard some girls talk it up, flash than pencil eraser they would say but she always felt disgusted by the melodic theme. She felt his dick button into her. It was difficult at first. She felt a pulling and tearing. She was weeping now. He thrust into her firmly and all of the sudden he was all the way in. His large hands were on her hips and he pushed her towards him and away. Another man stood in social movement of her with his tool at the ready. She did n't know what do so she started sucking. Her arms were pulled out the sides and the men wrapped her hands around their cock. 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 haemorrhage, tear stained mess covered in cum .