Feral Fun 5
Charity has broken the language barrier with the older couple by the universal language of sex!
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The woman points to his cock, her ring finger showing off that she is married, and pulls back some of her graying hair to see Charity better.
The teen smirks at the gesture, but tilts her head, feigning ignorance. “Yes? What do you want?"
The woman sighs, closes her eyes, and takes a deep breath, saying. “Blow?" as she points, once again, to her husband's dick.
“Well, now… as long as I'm doing this to look for my sister, it can't be a bad thing, right?" She says this, getting down to her knees by the side of the man. She places a hand upon her chest and says. “Charity." Then, she leans inwards, her face sitting just above his member as she takes in a nice whiff. The scent reminds her of her Daddy's--a working man's scent, with loads of experience, and most likely loads of cum to go along with it. Her whole body shakes as she places a hand upon his leg and another at his side, feeling her fingers sink into that warm body. Oh, to have that wrapped all around her. How wonderful it must be. She presses her lips upon his head, seeking to tease the two a bit before she gets onto the main event, but she soon feels something loom over her, and she opens her eyes, looking around to see the wife hobbling on her knees to position herself behind Charity. Soon enough, she feels the weight of the woman press upon her, and she is pushed down along that tiny cock, taking the whole thing in no time. She squeals, finding herself pressed hard, unable to move as her black lipstick smears across the husband's pelvis.
Large hands wrap around Charity's body, fingers curling up along her shirt and tugging it upwards. The wife pulls it up over her shoulders, and it bunches up at her neck as fingers squeeze and roll over her nipples. Her breath quickens as she feels a wide, wet tongue press itself against her back and slurp down along her spine. Have these two strangers ever been a part of a threesome before? If so, their technique is so strange, yet so exciting. She moves a hand down to grasp at the woman's wrist, sliding it down off of her chest and along her body. Soon, she presses her hand up against her pelvis as well. No fair for the husband to get all the fun, right?
And the woman understands her without sharing a language, unbuttoning her pants, pulling the zipper down, and then invading past her panties, those fingers thick enough that two are enough to make her gush. She rolls her eyes back, groaning into the man's musky cock as her tongue flutters around the head, her cries loud enough to carry through the woods.
Just then, the male works on himself, his hands moving to Charity's head, lacing through his fingers as he bucks upwards, pushing his dick against her tongue, the pocket of air in her cheeks squishing and slurping in his thrusting.
His wife mirrors his movements with her fingers, the two of them in perfect sync inside of Charity. When one pushes, the other does so as well. She blushes deeply, the sensation of having two older people use her nubile body for their pleasure something she never thought she'd try out, except with Daddy.
Oh, won't Daddy be mad, indeed? She squeezes the man's thigh, urging him to go more, to do more to her, practically asking to be broken if he could figure that out. She wants her Daddy to find a cum-drizzled broken slut to carry back to the tent, so he could break even more!
But the two don't understand and continue having their own way with her, pumping into her young body until the man groans, saying some swear in his native tongue before dumping his load into her mouth.
Charity pulls back with a gasp, some of his cum oozing out onto his dick, but she makes a show to give the rest a great, big swallow. “Okay…" she pants. “What's next…?"
The wife immediately responds to her, hooking her thick fingers at the younger woman's panties and tugging them down all the way. The two stare with wide-eyed excitement at her nude rear. She bends over, resting her cheek upon his belly as she pushes her hips up. “Mmm, like what you see? Feel free to do anything you want with it." She reaches back, giving herself a slap before she pulls her cheek, giving the woman a better view of her sex and her ass.
The wife giggles and leans in, kissing her cheek. The husband grunts and scoots out from under Charity, making her fall onto the blanket with an “oof" He crawls around to be next to his lover and speaks out loud in their own language.
Charity bites her lip, imagining what naughtiness might come. Maybe they're crazy and they'll take her away to be their personal toy from now until forever? Would that be so bad, she wonders, not if they take good care of me she figures.
The wife leans in, moving her hands to where Charity held her cheeks. She spreads them out herself and takes in a deep whiff.
Charity grunts, her eyes fluttering back. Oh wow, what kind of freaks are these two. “Mmm yeah, you two are into some kinky shit" she said. “Wish I could talk to you and find out just what we could get away wi-iahah!" Her words are stopped by the fat wet tongue pressing up against her star. Charity rolls her eyes back and twitches under the feeling of the muscle pressing up and past her contracting anus. Rough growls penetrate her throat as the wriggling mass plays along inside of her, filling her up like no tongue had ever done before.
But the two aren't finished. The husband slides in underneath, cupping his hands at Charity's thighs. For a moment, Charity wonders what he's doing, her mind swimming from the anal attention she's been given, but soon enough, it becomes all-too-clear what is happening.