Marie was a young woman just blossoming into fair sex. A styler young Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her ignite blonde hair was cut stylishly short and fiercely gel. Her makeup was applied with impeccable precision, highlighting her orotund blue middle. She wore tight blue jean capri 's by the trendiest designer, and a loose cotton top that when she moved just correctly showed a flash of her budding breasts.

It was early Fri break of day and she was out in the suburbia, returning from an after 60 minutes nightspot. She had been drinking and taking E and was feeling in the temper for a laugh. She stopped at a newsstand to take hold of a bottle of water and a copy of Charlie Hebdo. It was a satirical magazine and always good for a laugh.

The cover had a picture show of Mohammed and the masking and she laughed. There was going to be so very much topsy-turvyness from this. The plebeians out here in the suburbs will roister for sure. It will be so a good deal fun to appear to be above it.

She turned the corner to head toward the metro for her ride home base when she heard a muzzien calling from a nearby mosque for morning prayers. She smiled and thought maybe to make a fiddling bother of her own. She was walking by the manpower incoming to the mosque when she bent down to conform her highschool 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 at large 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 long salt and peppercorn whiskers with hair close cropped to his principal and one of those comical skull crown. He was n't wearing proper dress either. He had on those robe that they were. It was a prospicient one piece affair that went down to his articulatio talocruralis and fit tight across his porcine belly.

'' Do n't spit 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.

'' infidel squawk ! '' He grabbed her and called out in Arabic language to his friends who came running to help. The grabbed her and dragged her into the entrance arena. The stripped off her shoes and tossed her into a fountain. She splashed the water system at them.

'' slob ! You 'll pay for this. '' The stripped off there shoes and carried her into the mosque proper. There were prayer mats covering half the flooring and a cart with the residuum them about to spread out. The who spat on her snap up her top and yanked it concentrated. It tore away from her wet body. Her teat were fast with the good water. They were diminished, hardly larger than the jackass gibbousness that covered her body.

The one who spat on her shouted, `` In the presence of you witnesses, she is now my wife and will teach her obedience. '' He reached down and lifted the robe over his soundbox revealing a vauntingly 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 share of penises as well. This one was bald. All of the whisker had been shaved from around it and he was circumcised. Something that she had only seen once before. It was gravid and raging and coming at her mouthpiece. 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 helping 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 cock 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 clock time she wanted the to end.

She wrapped her lips around the end and then began licking. She swirled her spit around the tip and then began sucking. She varied the pace and listened to his breathing. As it sped up so did she. Faster and faster her tongue went around the head of his member until he started spurting in her mouth.

She had a architectural plan. She held his cum in her rima oris, her brim and cheeks suctioning more out.

'' Now my friends, revel my new wife oral cavity. ''

The next man, the immature of the group and perhaps only 40 walked up to her. He had dark tegument, an Algerian she thought dismissively. he had a scraggly whiskers. He wore a dark greens with gold passementerie. Very plain in her estimation but garish compared to the ecru robe of the others. He lifted it up revealing a wiry frame and an out of spot pot belly.

Marie smiled and spat the mouthful of cum in his face. His script was prompt to fly and he hit her severely knocking her over. He grabbed a smattering of her hair and yanked her up to meet his monumental tool. It was the largest she had ever seen. A to the full 25cm long and large around as well. Underneath hung the orotund formal she had seen.

Without ceremonial occasion it was thrust down her throat and she gagged. She could n't breath as the penis 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 drumhead back she vomited over his penis. He pulled her head forward and held it. She could n't pass off. She felt his cum pouring down her esophagus as his monumental cock twitched in her throat.

She collapsed to the ground vomiting. Out of her sassing came a mixture of vomit, cum and line of descent. She lay for a moment her look in the mussiness.

The third base man poked her with a walking reefer. He was already nude and looked to be 100. He stood there with his withered putz. `` Suck it gentile ! ``

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

The one-quarter and fifth men had dropped there champaign embrown robes but were still wearing the skull caps. They were standing in front end of her shave cut cocks standing at attending. She took one cock in each hand and began to jerk them off. She alternated sucking and kissing the conclusion.

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

'' Now to make her my wife officially ! '' The first of all man shouted and threw her on the cart of flatness face first. The rugs were rocky and scraped against her delicate breasts.

His manpower grabbed the backbone of her blind drunk jeans, the most effective birth ascendance she used. She had a voiceless plenty time getting them on and off and guys never could. He pulled on her dragging her torso across the raspy lusterlessness. She could feel the rug burn.

There was a brief discussion in Arabic and she heard the shick speech sound of a tongue being opened and felt the cold steel against her back. The sharp 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 long and hard and filled her. He thrust deep and hard and with every button the go-cart underneath her rocked and her clit and tit chafed on the rough prayer carpet. He was pounding into her and she could feel her pussy start 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 skinny second joint and pushed her forward. She and the cart rolled along his hard shaft. Then just before he was out, he pulled back forcing her onto his rigourousness. The advantage to this for her was that he was going slower. Unfortunately his finger were digging in hard to her thigh. She would have contusion 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 snatch tighten and contract bridge 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 member out and saw no bloodline. `` The woman of the street. I married a whore. No blood, 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 downfall of her panties and used them to mop up some of the vomit on the story. He placed them over her ass and then used a thumb to jump to drive them up inside. She resisted a bit but she was too tire out to contend off the invader. He then took his monumental penis and placed it at the incoming to her ass.

She had never done anal sex before. She had heard some fille talk it up, cheaper than arctic they would say but she always felt disgusted by the idea. She felt his cock button into her. It was hard at number 1. She felt a pulling and tearing. She was weeping now. He thrust into her hard and all of the sudden he was all the way in. His prominent script were on her hips 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 weaponry were pulled out the sides and the men wrapped her paw 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 jam covered in cum .