Marie was a girl just blossoming into womanhood. A hairstylist Loretta Young Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her lite blond hair's-breadth was cut stylishly unretentive and fiercely moussed. Her constitution was applied with impeccable precision, highlighting her large blue eyes. She wore tight denim capri 's by the voguish designer, and a liberal cotton top that when she moved just right showed a flash of her budding breasts.

It was other friday morn and she was out in the suburbs, returning from an after time of day golf club. She had been drinking and taking E and was feeling in the mood for a gag. She stopped at a newsstand to grab a nursing bottle of water and a copy of Charlie Hebdo. It was a satirical cartridge holder and always good for a laugh.

The cover had a picture of Mohammad and the cover and she laughed. There was going to be so a lot chaos from this. The pleb out here in the suburbia will riot for for certain. It will be so much fun to appear to be above it.

She turned the corner to head toward the tube for her ride domicile when she heard a muzzien calling from a nearby mosque for first light prayers. She smiled and thought maybe to do a piffling problem of her own. She was walking by the manpower entrance to the mosque when she bent down to adjust her high heels. This had two result. Firstly it pointed her shapely ass right field at the men who were entering the mosque and secondly it caused her wanton top to slip up her bare torso showing off her breasts still covered in glisten from the night of raving before.

One of the men turned to her and spat at her. He had a long salt and pepper beard with hair close cropped to his chief and one of those laughable skull detonating device. He was n't wearing proper clothes either. He had on those robes that they were. It was a foresighted one piece affair that went down to his ankle joint and fit tight across his arrant belly.

'' Do n't sprinkle 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.

'' gentile bitch ! '' He grabbed her and called out in Arabic language to his admirer who came running to help. The take hold of her and dragged her into the entrance sphere. The stripped off her skid and tossed her into a fountain. She splashed the water at them.

'' Pigs ! You 'll pay for this. '' The stripped off there shoes and carried her into the mosque proper. There were prayer matting covering half the floor and a handcart 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 nipples were immobile with the practiced water. They were small, hardly larger than the goose swelling that covered her body.

The one who spat on her shouted, `` In the presence of you witnesser, she is now my married woman and will teach her respect. '' He reached down and lifted the robe over his eubstance revealing a enceinte hairy gut that merged with his beard.

Marie caught her self staring at phallus though. She had seen her percentage. Kissed and licked and fucked her portion of member 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 big and wild and coming at her mouth. The angry purplish mind 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 finger her eye starting to tumefy shut as the tool was shoved back into her mouth. She did n't screw what to do. She did n't want to pleasure him but at the Saame 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 external respiration. As it sped up so did she. Faster and faster her tongue went around the promontory of his phallus until he started spurting in her mouth.

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

'' Now my acquaintance, enjoy my new married woman mouth. ''

The next man, the untried of the radical and perhaps only 40 walked up to her. He had benighted skin, an Algerian she thought dismissively. he had a scraggly whiskers. He wore a iniquity green with gold trim. 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 place pot belly.

Marie smiled and spat the mouthful of cum in his face. His hand was quick to fly and he hit her backbreaking knocking her over. He grabbed a handful of her tomentum and yanked her up to meet his massive shaft. It was the prominent she had ever seen. A full 25cm farseeing and large around as well. Underneath hung the bombastic clod she had seen.

Without ceremonial it was thrust down her pharynx and she gagged. She could n't breath as the penis 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 brain back she vomited over his penis. He pulled her head forward and held it. She could n't breathe. She felt his cum pouring down her gullet as his massive tool twitched in her throat.

She collapsed to the ground vomiting. Out of her mouthpiece came a potpourri of vomit, cum and line. She lay for a moment her face in the slew.

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

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

The fourth and fifth men had dropped there unmingled chocolate-brown robes but were still wearing the skull caps. They were standing in straw man of her shaven cut putz standing at attention. She took one shaft in each hand and began to jerk them off. She alternated sucking and kissing the ends.

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

'' Now to induce her my wife officially ! '' The first man shouted and threw her on the cart of mats face first. The rugs were rough and scraped against her finespun breasts.

His hired hand grabbed the spine of her tight jeans, the most effectual birth control she used. She had a hard enough time getting them on and off and guys never could. He pulled on her dragging her body across the uncut gym mat. 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 spine. The sharp knife cut off her pants leaving a thin line of bloodline down the back of each leg.

There was nothing she could do but cry when she felt the putz enter her kitty-cat. It was long and intemperately and filled her. He thrust deep and hard and with every push the cart underneath her rocked and her clit and teat chafed on the bumpy prayer rugs. He was pounding into her and she could feel her pussy start to get wet.

She was starting to feel pleasance as he pounded her. Then he stopped moving. He laughed and said `` scout this. '' He grabbed her skinny thigh and pushed her forward. She and the handcart rolled along his gruelling pecker. Then just before he was out, he pulled back forcing her onto his severeness. The advantage to this for her was that he was going slower. Unfortunately his digit were digging in hard to her thighs. She would bear bruises for sure. He picked up the step. push 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 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 lady of pleasure. No rake, I was n't the commencement. '' He spat on her and shouted, `` I divorce you. I divorce you. I divorce you. ``

The Algerian smiled. He picked up the ruination of her panty and used them to mop up some of the vomit on the floor. He placed them over her ass and then used a pollex to set forth to fight them up inside. She resisted a bit but she was too threadbare 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 retentive sex before. She had heard some girls talk it up, cheaper than rubbers they would say but she always felt disgusted by the idea. She felt his cock energy into her. It was difficult at for the first time. She felt a pull and lachrymation. 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 coxa 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 lie with what do so she started sucking. Her arms were pulled out the English and the men wrapped her hands around their tool. 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, snag stained raft covered in cum .