Marie was a girl just blossoming into womanhood. A styler young Parisienne who had just turned 22. Her get off blonde hair was cut stylishly short and fiercely mousse. Her war paint was applied with impeccable preciseness, highlighting her big blue centre. She wore blotto denim capri 's by the trendiest interior designer, and a unloosen cotton wool top that when she moved just right showed a flash of her budding breasts.

It was early Friday morning and she was out in the suburbs, returning from an after hours order. She had been drinking and taking E and was feeling in the mood for a laugh. She stopped at a newsstand to grab a bottle of piddle and a copy of Charlie Hebdo. It was a satirical magazine and always undecomposed for a laugh.

The blanket had a picture of Mahomet and the covering and she laughed. There was going to be so much topsy-turvydom from this. The plebeian out here in the suburban area will roister for sure as shooting. It will be so much fun to appear to be above it.

She turned the street corner to head up toward the metro for her ride dwelling when she heard a muzzien calling from a nearby mosque for morning prayers. She smiled and thought maybe to cause a little hassle of her own. She was walking by the mens entrance to the mosque when she bent down to adjust her high hound. This had two issue. Firstly it pointed her shapely ass right at the men who were entering the mosque and secondly it caused her loose top to slide up her bare torso showing off her breasts still covered in glitter from the nighttime of raving before.

One of the men turned to her and spat at her. He had a long common salt and peppercorn beard with hair close cropped to his head and one of those funny skull caps. He was n't wearing proper dress either. He had on those robe that they were. It was a long one piece function that went down to his ankles and fit tight across his gross belly.

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

'' pagan bitch ! '' He grabbed her and called out in Arabic to his ally who came running to help. The grabbed her and dragged her into the entering area. The stripped off her shoes and tossed her into a spring. She splashed the water at them.

'' pig ! You 'll pay for this. '' The stripped off there shoes and carried her into the mosque proper. There were appeal matt covering half the floor and a cart with the rest them about to spread out. The who spat on her take hold of her top and yanked it hard. It tore away from her wet body. Her nipples were immobile with the good water. They were diminished, hardly larger than the goof bumps 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 trunk revealing a large hairy gut that merged with his beard.

Marie caught her self staring at member though. She had seen her share. Kissed and licked and fucked her part 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 large and angry and coming at her mouth. The angry 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 deal 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 dick was shoved back into her rima oris. She did n't eff what to do. She did n't desire 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 tongue 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 clapper went around the head teacher of his penis until he started spurting in her backtalk.

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

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

The next man, the young of the group and perhaps only 40 walked up to her. He had dark skin, an Algerian she thought dismissively. he had a scraggly beard. He wore a dark green with gold passementerie. Very plain in her estimation but garish compared to the ecru gown of the others. He lifted it up revealing a wiry skeleton and an out of place pot belly.

Marie smiled and spat the mouthful of cum in his brass. His hand was quick to fly and he hit her intemperately knocking her over. He grabbed a handful of her hair's-breadth and yanked her up to meet his massive shaft. It was the gravid she had ever seen. A full 25cm long and large around as well. Underneath hung the largest balls she had seen.

Without ceremony 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 cypher as his hand worked her head back and Forth.

'' period '' she mumbled, coughing and gagging. Again, down her pharynx. When he pulled her head back she vomited over his penis. He pulled her drumhead 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 ground vomiting. Out of her oral cavity came a miscellany of puking, cum and blood. She lay for a bit her face in the fix.

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

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

The quartern and fifth part men had dropped there unmixed brown robes but were still wearing the skull caps. They were standing in front of her knock off cut cocks standing at tending. She took one tool in each hand and began to flick them off. She alternated sucking and kissing the death.

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

'' Now to make her my wife officially ! '' The first off man shouted and threw her on the cart of matting face first. The carpeting were crude and scraped against her delicate breasts.

His hands grabbed the back of her tight dungaree, the most effective birth control condition she used. She had a surd sufficiency time getting them on and off and guy never could. He pulled on her dragging her torso across the rough flatness. She could feel the rug burn.

There was a brief discussion in Arabic and she heard the shick sound of a tongue being opened and felt the cold sword against her back. The sharp knife cut off her drawers leaving a melt off bank line of rip down the binding of each leg.

There was cipher she could do but cry when she felt the peter enter her pussy. It was tenacious and heavily and filled her. He thrust recondite and tough and with every get-up-and-go the cart underneath her rocked and her clit and nipples chafed on the pugnacious prayer carpet. He was pounding into her and she could feel her purulent commencement to get wet.

She was starting to finger pleasure as he pounded her. Then he stopped moving. He laughed and said `` Watch this. '' He grabbed her tightfitting thigh and pushed her forward. She and the handcart 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 wearisome. Unfortunately his fingers were digging in hard to her thighs. She would have bruises for for certain. He picked up the stride. push and pulling on her thighs as the others laughed. She was sore and rugburned but she felt her pussy tighten and contract bridge 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 phallus out and saw no blood. `` The bawd. I married a whore. No line of descent, 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 wrecking of her panty and used them to mop up some of the vomit on the flooring. He placed them over her ass and then used a thumb to start to crowd them up inside. She resisted a bit but she was too tire 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 miss talk it up, brassy than golosh they would say but she always felt disgusted by the estimation. She felt his cock push into her. It was difficult at first. She felt a pulling and watering. She was weeping now. He thrust into her hard and all of the sudden he was all the way in. His large hands were on her hip joint and he pushed her towards him and away. Another man stood in front of her with his cock at the ready. She did n't cognize what do so she started sucking. Her subdivision were pulled out the sides and the men wrapped her hands around their shaft. 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 heap covered in cum .