A friend from church

Mustafa lifted Abbey up and hauled her inside and, once inside the living room (the entrance hall was short) he pushed her against the wall and, aggressively and ardently covered her mouth with his own, his spit and tongue coating and tasting her, whilst he simultaneously attempted to pull her knickers completely off. The task was beyond even one of Mustafa’s natural ability and teaching and so he broke off from his embrace to remove the panties from his newly won Christian bootie. The momentarily relief allowed Abbey to take in a much needed breath instinctively swallowing most of his sputum-merely an introduction to all the bodily fluids that she would receive from him- and she quickly took a glance of the room they were in as her knickers were removed and thrown away.

There was a fourth person, sat on the settee, mortified.

She was a red-haired woman with milky white skin other than her freckles, not stunning but pleasingly agreeable, shapely or perhaps a little chubby; older than Abbey, possibly about late twenties and in a state of partial undress. Her blouse was undone and pulled free from her skirt which was itself hitched up to reveal her knickers which like Abbey’s had been pulled down her thighs. Her copious and heaving white breasts were still supported by her pink bra, though it was uncertain whether this would have been the case for much longer had Mustafa’s cousin not been interrupted. The two white females stared at each other briefly, and then both looked away, self-conscious in and profoundly embarrassed by their mutual state of undress and their shared taste for interracial sex made known.

The fact that they knew each other-singing in the choir at church- increased the two Christians’ discomfort. Before they had chance to reflect on this however, they were both set upon by their conquerors.

The red-haired woman’s husband was also in the church choir; he hadn’t been invited to this intimacy.

Abbey, pushed up against the wall by her man and the curvaceous woman lying on the settee underneath hers had been the objects of the two Muslim men’s’ colonizing designs, and now enticed they were now about to be flooded by an overpowering and biological Islamic invasion.
Mustafa’s cousin, having expertly removed his woman’s bra and his mouth inches from taking in her strident, rigid pink teat, frustrated her by pausing and looking around at Mustafa who was pushing the young blonde to her knees, and told him to take her upstairs and fill her face there.
The plump woman could wait no longer so pulled the black man’s face to her; she directed her tender rosy nipple into his mouth, almost covering his face with her magnificent breast and then succumbed to absolute sinful pleasure as he sucked hard while unfastening his trousers.

As she was hauled up the stairs Abbey’s distinct image of her friend Mary from church was her shrill excited yelp of impious lust as Mustafa’s cousin fastened tight upon her breast and her spreading her legs to receive him inside her.