We had entered into a thicket of bushes and trees that stretched down to a small stream. Charlie made the first move, coming up behind me and slipping... his hand into my shorts squeezing my buttocks. Bruce turned around, as he heard me gasp, and smiled as Charlie worked my shorts down. I reached for my waist band, Bruce knocked my hands away and said 'bitch you know what we want and we know what you are gonna get'. Charlie continued to work my shorts down and lift one feet at a time to remove. She tried to kick, to free herself but in her dream her legs were like lead and she couldn't move them even as the hand made its way up to her calf, the fingers touching and titillating each nerve ending which, despite her fear, drove her into increased need for carnal satisfaction. Despite her most concentrated efforts to keep them closed, her legs involuntarily parted as the hand squeezed her thigh and moved relentlessly upward. Lynette was now in panic, her breathing bordering on. Every time I hit her cervix, she would let out a squeak. She was tight, even tighter than Jill had been the first time. Her pussy felt scalding hot as I pounded her. She moaned and groaned between squeaks, gasping for breath. I didn't think about being gentle, her bold advances had triggered me somehow, all I could think about was driving my prick into her as hard and deep as I could. She stiffened, squealing through clenched teeth as she came. I could feel her juices flooding around my. Buster knew he was buried too deep now to be ejected so easily. He pressed his paws deeper into the hips of his mate and continued his steady application of pressure to her pussy. The tension within Buster’s loins continued to build, and he could feel a wave from within begin to take shape. With a firm grasp of the young, deflowered female’s waist and a quick forward hip thrust, he felt the knot plop into place. He noticed the young master strain again and heard a faint muffled yell from within.