"I've wanted to fuck you since I saw you coming down my aisle," Brian said into her ear, his finger sliding deeper up inside of her. "Those tight short shorts, and that skimpy little top…"

"Yeah, let's see what's under there," Wayne called, and Lindsey glanced at him long enough to see him unzipping his jeans and reaching a hand in. "I want to see her tits."

"Hey!" she cried when Ralph pulled the orange tube-top down to her waist, revealing the slight mounds of her breast with their pointed nipples.

"Just a handful," Wayne scoffed. She flushed at his words and when she looked at him, she saw his hand moving inside of his jeans. "Nice nips, though."

"Guys…wait, I think I should go…" She struggled to pull her top back up. Brian's fingers were still buried in her pussy, and both boys had a hand on her upper arm, gripping her between them, but Ralph's other hand was free, and he grabbed her wrist, keeping her from covering herself.

"I don't think so." Ralph shoved the tube top down even further, over her tiny waist. It caught at her hips, where Brian's hand worked slowly between her legs. "I think you need to stay right here a while. Don't you think so, guys?"

They all nodded and muttered their agreement, and Lindsey looked between them, eyes wide. All she could say was, "Please!" as Ralph pressed her to her knees on the blanket. Brian's fingers were gone from her pussy, but it didn't matter, because he bent her forward to her hands and knees and spread her lips to finger her again from behind. Her tube top was still caught around her waist, a bright band of color on her pale flesh in the fading light of the day.

"Oh god," she whimpered, pulling the blanket into her fists as she heard the sound of a zipper near her ear. Behind her, Brian's fingers slipped up and down her slit, opening it a little. The air felt cool between her legs, her bottom up, completely exposed to him. "Please, please, please…" she begged.