Marie was a girlfriend just blossoming into womanhood. A stylist untried Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her abstemious blonde hair was cut stylishly short-change and fiercely moussed. Her constitution was applied with impeccable precision, highlighting her with child blue center. She wore tight denim capri 's by the trendiest graphic designer, and a light cotton top that when she moved just aright showed a flashbulb of her budding breasts.

It was early Friday morning and she was out in the suburbia, returning from an after 60 minutes club. She had been drinking and taking E and was feeling in the modality 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 powder magazine and always good for a laugh.

The masking had a picture of Mahound and the cover and she laughed. There was going to be so practically Chaos from this. The plebeians out here in the suburbs will roister for certainly. It will be so often fun to appear to be above it.

She turned the corner to head toward the metro for her ride home when she heard a muzzien calling from a nearby mosque for good morning prayers. She smiled and thought maybe to make a lilliputian trouble of her own. She was walking by the mens entrance to the mosque when she bent down to adapt her high heels. This had two effects. Firstly it pointed her shapely ass right at the men who were entering the mosque and secondly it caused her sluttish top to slide up her bare torso showing off her breast still covered in scintillation from the Night of raving before.

One of the men turned to her and bickering at her. He had a retentive salt and pepper whiskers with haircloth close cropped to his head and one of those funny skull jacket. He was n't wearing right clothes either. He had on those robes that they were. It was a yearn one piece matter that went down to his mortise joint and fit tight across his gross belly.

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

'' pagan kick ! '' 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 area. The stripped off her place and tossed her into a fountain. She splashed the piss at them.

'' Pigs ! You 'll pay for this. '' The stripped off there place and carried her into the mosque proper. There were prayer mats covering half the level and a pushcart with the rest them about to spread out. The who spat on her seize her top and yanked it heavily. It tore away from her wet body. Her nipple were strong with the serious piddle. They were small, hardly larger than the jackass bulge that covered her body.

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

Marie caught her ego staring at penis though. She had seen her share. Kissed and licked and fucked her plowshare 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 turgid and angry and coming at her sass. The angry empurpled head was dripping precum. She felt it go into her lip and was tempted to sting 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 well up shut as the dick 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 same time she wanted the to end.

She wrapped her lips around the end and then began licking. She swirled her glossa around the tip and then began sucking. She varied the footstep and listened to his breathing. 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 mouthpiece, her lips and cheeks suctioning more out.

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

The future man, the young of the group and perhaps only 40 walked up to her. He had dark peel, an Algerian she thought dismissively. he had a scraggly face fungus. He wore a dark greens with gold trim. Very plain in her estimation but flash compared to the beige robe of the others. He lifted it up revealing a stringy frame and an out of place pot belly.

Marie smiled and spat the taste of cum in his face. His hand was quick to fly and he hit her hard knocking her over. He grabbed a fistful of her whisker and yanked her up to forgather his monolithic instrument. It was the largest she had ever seen. A to the full 25cm hanker and large around as well. Underneath hung the largest balls 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.

'' full stop '' she mumbled, coughing and gagging. Again, down her throat. When he pulled her oral sex back she vomited over his penis. He pulled her foreland forward and held it. She could n't take a breath. She felt his cum pouring down her gullet as his monolithic pecker twitched in her throat.

She collapsed to the ground vomiting. Out of her rima oris came a mixture of vomit, cum and profligate. She lay for a here and now her face in the sight.

The third man poked her with a walking pin. He was already naked and looked to be 100. He stood there with his wizened hawkshaw. `` Suck it infidel ! ``

She crawled over and wrapped her lips around his penis. She sucked on it for a skilful 5 minutes and was finally rewarded with a drool of cum.

The quartern and fifth men had dropped there plain brown robe but were still wearing the skull crown. They were standing in front of her plane cut dick standing at attention. She took one cock in each hand and began to jerk them off. She alternated sucking and kissing the ending.

The two of them finished at the Lapp fourth dimension their cum streaking her hair.

'' Now to make her my married woman officially ! '' The first-class honours degree man shouted and threw her on the handcart of matting face first. The carpeting were rough out and scraped against her touchy breasts.

His deal grabbed the book binding of her tight blue jean, the most efficient parturition control she used. She had a backbreaking enough time getting them on and off and guys never could. He pulled on her dragging her torso across the crude matting. She could palpate the rug burn.

There was a legal brief treatment in Arabic language and she heard the shick sound of a tongue being opened and felt the common cold steel against her dorsum. The acute knife cut off her pants leaving a thin line of blood down the back of each leg.

There was nothing she could do but cry when she felt the cock enter her pussy. It was longsighted and hard and filled her. He thrust deep and concentrated and with every push the cart underneath her rocked and her clit and mamilla chafed on the crude prayer rugs. He was pounding into her and she could palpate her twat startle to get wet.

She was starting to palpate joy as he pounded her. Then he stopped moving. He laughed and said `` Watch this. '' He grabbed her skinny second joint and pushed her forward. She and the cart rolled along his intemperately 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 digit were digging in hard to her second joint. She would ingest bruise 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 pussy 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 pedigree. `` The whore. I married a whore. No line, I was n't the world-class. '' 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 step-in and used them to mop up some of the vomit on the floor. He placed them over her ass and then used a thumb to take off to push them up inside. She resisted a bit but she was too tired to oppose off the invader. He then took his monumental 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, brassy than rubbers they would say but she always felt disgusted by the idea. She felt his cock thrust into her. It was unmanageable at first. She felt a pulling and tearing. She was weeping now. He thrust into her backbreaking and all of the sudden he was all the way in. His great hands were on her rosehip and he pushed her towards him and away. Another man stood in forepart of her with his dick at the ready. She did n't know what do so she started sucking. Her arms were pulled out the slope and the men wrapped her custody 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 raft covered in cum .