Angelina: The Finale

Compared to what had already happened that day, the actual concert experience that night was fairly low key for Angelina.

"Okay, last chance, you two...panties, or no panties?" she asked, smiling coyly. We were sitting in my car in the parking lot of the L.A. Sports Arena, and she was discreetly caressing her bare pussy for me.

"Do you even have to ask?" I laughed, watching as she slid two fingers deep into her gorgeous sex.

"God, Dan, you are so bad," she said, slowly fucking herself. Giving me a sexy grin, she turned to Steve in the back seat. "And what about you, Mister Conspicuously Silent Guy? You still have my panties. Now that we're here, how do you want me?"

"I was the one hoping you would go naked tonight, remember? I think you know what I want to see," he grinned.

"Mmmm, I think I do," she cooed, happily hugging my arm, and we started to get out of the car.

Never one to miss an opportunity, Sir Galahad, a.k.a. the newly perpetually horny Steve, made sure to hop out first and open her door for her.

"Why thank you, kind sir," she said, offering her hand. Looking him straight in the eye, she slowly slid one leg out and placed her high-heeled foot on the ground. Once she was certain she had snared him, she brought her other leg around before allowing him to help her from the car.

"Did that work for you?" she smiled, giving him a suggestive kiss on the neck.

"That definitely worked for me. God, Angie," he grinned, slipping his hand around her bare waist.

"Oooh, you're bad too. Baby, what am I going to do with you?" She said it with such affection that he blushed, then she pressed her body to his while kissing him on the lips. "Thank you for making today so wonderful for me," she said in a soft, sexy voice, kissing him again. When she finished their steamy kiss, she breathed into his mouth, "I want to make tonight just as wonderful for you."

Despite Angelina's earlier jokes that she might be neglected during the show, it turned out that she was every bit as into the concert as we were. During the fast songs she danced in front of her seat, her breasts bouncing wildly, her ass cavorting against our hard cocks. During the slower blues numbers she pulled our arms around her waist and gently swayed against us, careless of the fact that her skirt was riding up. She just circled her bare ass against us while holding our hands to her breasts. Trading partners every few songs, she would hook her arms behind our heads, the same way she had with Mariska, then she'd nuzzle our necks or simply make out with us. Our hands on her writhing stomach and bare tits were making her so crazy that she eventually turned to face us; as she hotly moaned into our mouths, she ground her naked pussy on our erections. Pressing her nipples to our chests, she kept reaching down to stroke us through our pants before switching back to grind our dicks with her pussy.

She just wouldn't let us stop touching her.

During one quieter moment of the show she started blatantly sliding the deep channel of her ass up and down my hard-on. With her hands holding mine to her breasts, she leaned back to grin, "I can't stop thinking about the way you fucked me this morning. Mmmm, you just pushed your thick cock straight up my ass...."

She was still flying.

"What about you, baby?" I countered, returning her grin. "You let a girl you don't even know eat you, fuck you and make you cum, right in front of Steve and those two other guys. At least when I fucked you this morning we tried to keep it hidden from Steve."

"I couldn't help it. I don't think I have ever been hornier than I've been all day today. It started last night, then you fucked me in front of him this morning, plus I came when he was holding me up by my ass in the kitchen. Baby, I can't stop cumming today. All I want to do is fuck, and keep cumming. God, I wish you would've fucked me when we were at Mariska's place."

I gave her a teasing grin. "Now wait a minute. I'm confused. If you're totally okay with the idea of people watching us fuck, why did we have to keep it a secret from Steve this morning?"

"I guess it was just force of habit, since he's always been so shy."

"Yet you were ready to let him watch us in Mariska's tent."

"I was, definitely. I was ready before we even got out of bed this morning. When you started sucking my bare breasts in front of him, you could have gone ahead and done anything you wanted to me. By that point I would've let you fuck me right out in the open, even with him sitting there watching."

"Speaking of Steve being so shy, you still haven't told me what happened when you went to tuck him in last night."

"Mmmmmm, god, it was so nice. Nothing really major happened, at least not like what we did today, yet everything between us changed last night. We both discovered some important things about ourselves. I discovered that I really love showing myself to him. I absolutely can't get enough of how he craves the sight of my body. The way he looks at me, it just makes me want to be naked for him. He discovered that it was okay to open up to me, to let me know how he feels, and even to touch me. Everything we did last night felt so amazing."

Smiling wickedly, she breathed in my ear, "I also realized how much I love to feel his rock-hard cock in my bare ass. Even better, I discovered that I love the feeling of his hands pushing down on my ass, making his cock go as deep as it can inside my wet, naked pussy...."

Laughing, I whispered, "You already fucked him? You just said that nothing major happened last night!"

"Baby, he was wearing sweatpants. He was always covered, so he couldn't get it in very far. Still, at one point he did manage to drive a few inches inside and fuck me. I nearly screamed, and I definitely came. Well, of course I had to get him back. So, a little later, just when he thought I was going to leave for the night, I teased him like crazy. I jumped on him and gave him a lap dance, grinding right on his covered cock again, soaking his sweats by sliding my wet pussy up and down the length of his hard-on. It was all just innocent play-fighting, but it felt so good to know that he was hard because of me. I loved letting him see me and feel me."

"You told him this morning that you'd go nude for him soon. It sounds like you already did, last night."

"No, not completely. I always had my wrap on, at least somewhat. Still, as we were shifting around and snuggling, and especially when we were kissing, I know he got an awful lot of good peeks. I made it easy for him to see my naked bottom, and he certainly saw my breasts."

"Did you let him see your pussy?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe a little, when I was grinding on top of him. My robe came open a lot, and once we began making out I just left it open. I really don't know. He probably saw my pubic hair, but I know he never really saw my pussy, at least not last night. He definitely saw it today, though. You all saw everything today."

"No doubt, especially when you were dancing in front of Mariska's mirror, and again when you were getting out of the car. You totally showed it to us when you were putting the lotion on your legs this morning, too. Jesus, you were incredible."

With a small grin playing on her gorgeous lips, she looked into my eyes. "You're sure you don't mind? We went awfully far, showing me off like that. Baby, I let Steve see my pussy a lot today."

Hugging her tightly, I kissed the side of her head. "You loved it, so I loved it. Always remember, that's how it works with me. Anyway, was it fun for you last night, playing with him that way? I mean was it hot for you too, and not just for him?"

"Oh, god yes, it was amazing. You really set me off when you told me to start a fire for him. Knowing you wanted me to go out there and let him see me naked in my robe, that changed everything."

"You must have looked absolutely breathtaking."

"He certainly got to see me the way he wanted, that's for sure. I started off just having fun and teasing. I was enjoying letting him look at me, but as things kept happening I became seriously turned on. Yes, it was definitely hot for me. I knew he was excited because he was just so hard the whole time. By the end of the night I was wishing he'd ditched those sweatpants, especially after he jammed himself inside me."

She turned to me with a much more serious expression. "Baby, how far do you want this to go? He easily could have fucked me last night. All he had to do was slip his sweatpants off, like I asked him to; he could've simply tugged them down a little, and even that would have been enough. The thing is, it's not just that I would have let him fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. Then, today, I've been so turned on that if you would have pushed it at all, I would've let you both fuck me together. He and I were making out the entire time you were fucking me this morning, and I really wanted him to join in. God, I was dying to pull his dick out and suck it when you were doing me from behind. As you were fucking my ass, I wanted him in my pussy, taking the two of you at the same time. Once I was finally sitting up in bed, showing him every inch of me except my pussy, I wanted to toss the sheet aside and spread my legs for him. I wanted you both to take me in the kitchen, and again in Mariska's tent. Christ, this whole concert I've been grinding my bare ass and naked pussy against your hard cocks! I don't know how to make it any more obvious that I want you both to fuck me, right here, right now. I want so badly to be fucked, it's driving me insane. I've never been this continually turned on, so I need you to tell me what you want. Am I only supposed to tease him and make out with him, or can we go all the way?"

"Angie, you know I'm fine with whatever you want to do. We both know you can't just keep teasing him, as if that's all I'll allow. Not only would that be unfair and stupid, it'd be cruel. As badly as you two want each other, you'll lose your minds if you don't go all the way. Baby, you don't need to fight it. Go ahead and take him, and enjoy it. Have all the sex you want with him, then he'll really worship you."

She gave me a penetrating smile. "Since we've been building up to this for years, you figure it's inevitable now, and you're fine with it...as long as it's only Steve."

I pinched her nipples, making her let out a cute yelp. Holding them mock-threateningly, I shot her an evil smirk. "Yes, as long as it's only Steve, I'm fine with it. Why, is there someone else you want to fuck?"

"Yes, absolutely, there is one other person I'm dying to fuck," she said, shooting me a lascivious grin.

"Oh really? Is it that guy at your work who's always hitting on you, the one you said was ridiculously hot? Craig, or Greg, something like that?"

"Hmmm, okay, him too!" she laughed. "Seriously, though, no, I'm not talking about Greg. You're not even getting warm with that pick."

"The hell I'm not. After everything you've told me about how gorgeous he is and how much you two love flirting with each other, don't act like you wouldn't love to fuck this Greg guy too," I said, and we both laughed.

"Fine then, yes, of course I would," she admitted, "but he's definitely not the one I'm talking about, and I have no plans whatsoever to have sex with him. I promise you, that will never happen."

"Okay, so who is it?"

She shot me a triumphant grin. "It's Mariska. God, I want to fuck that girl. Besides her, though, no, there's no one else. It's only you and Steve. I won't be greedy."

The music became loud again, to a point that we could no longer hear each other. Flashing me a happy smile, she went back to taking turns dancing with us, offering us every opportunity and all the encouragement in the world to enjoy the sensual perfection of her gorgeous naked body.

When the concert was over, we decided to find a club where we could dance; or, rather, where she could dance, and we could watch. Neither Steve nor I could dance worth a lick but she loved to dance, so we were just going to have to suffer through letting an extraordinarily beautiful, sexy woman dance for us.

Or something like that, anyway. Really, that was always the point of it; she would dance for us, not with us.

Also, both Steve and Angelina enjoyed their wine on social occasions. The nice thing about the wine was that while Angie never drank enough to become even remotely drunk, she did savor the warm feeling she would get after having a couple of glasses. The fact that drinking a little wine also made her feel even sexier and more turned on, well, I wasn't about to complain.

We chose a little bar on the beach that featured live jazz. Although most of the seating was inside, there was additional seating on the patio. Beyond the open patio area was a low wall with benches where people could sit and watch the ocean. It was a slow night, so there were only a few couples sitting outside, and we grabbed a table.

Angie sat with her legs crossed in an armless chair; her position forced the front flap of her lacy loincloth to float atop her lap, exposing her smooth thigh all the way to her hip. When she leaned back, a slight breeze kicked up, fluttering her coverlets. For a brief moment we were treated to the sight of her bare breasts, including her fully erect nipples.

Getting up to move over to Steve, she perched herself sideways in his lap. Before she sat down, however, she lifted the rear flap of her lace skirt, making sure his thin pants would again be the only thing between his cock and her naked pussy.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned in to nuzzle his chin. "Scratchy," she smiled. "I'll have to be careful not to get rug burn."

We all laughed, and she snuggled against him, shifting her ass around as she settled in. Giving him a warm kiss, she grinned, "Mmmm, I think I could really get used to this."

"'This,' what?" he asked, returning her grin.

"This, baby...having no panties on...feeling you pressing against me through your pants. This is just like last night," she said, leaning in for another kiss.

She gave me a furtive glance and a sexy smile before turning her attention back to him. "Baby, do you mind having me in your lap like this?" she asked, staring into his eyes between kisses.

He looked at me.

"If you don't mind her being there, it's fine with me," I said, reaching over to caress her naked hip. "Consider yourself very fortunate. I sure would."

With a loopy grin and a shake of his head, he slid his hand up to her breast. His other hand moved from the table to her bare thigh, well inside the lace flap. His fingertips were maybe four inches from her pussy, so he had to be feeling her heat.

"I guess you don't mind," she grinned, happily hugging herself into him. "Mmmm, you're nice and hard for me again. It's pressing against my ass. I can feel its warmth." Giving him a deep tongue-kiss, she did these maddeningly sexy little circles on his cock while whispering, "What is it that has you so turned on tonight? Is it because you're touching my breast? Go ahead, baby, touch me. I won't stop you." Still grinding in his lap, she breathed, "Or maybe it's your hand on my thigh, so close to my wet pussy. Can you feel me drenching your cock? Is that why you're so hard?"

Seemingly about ready to blow, he was temporarily saved by a waiter coming to our table. Once the waiter headed back inside, Angelina offered Steve her hand. "Dance with me?"

Again, he looked at me.

"Go ahead," I said. "I'll just enjoy the view."

"Yes, you will. Be ready..." she added, leaning over to whisper it in my ear.

They moved to the dance floor, only a few feet from me. The three other couples sharing the patio with us sat quietly chatting at their tables.

Twenty yards away, down near the little wall in the sand, the occasional bicyclist or rollerblader went whooshing by. There were only a few late strollers out, and the benches built into the low wall were empty. It was a perfect night at the beach, with just a light breeze stirring the palm trees.

"Have you enjoyed your evening so far?" she smiled, looking up into Steve's eyes as they held each other on the cozy little dance floor. Her arms were draped around his neck while his were wrapped around her waist.

"Couldn't be better, Angie. This whole day, these last couple of days, they couldn't have been better. If I didn't love you already, I sure would love you now. I'd be a complete goner!"

We all laughed, then the thought occurred to me that he probably didn't even realize just how far he had come with her, and in such a short time. She clearly did, though. She knew that he never could have been so candid with her before; loving the change in him, reveling in his newfound openness, it seemed to inspire her.

"You mean you're not already a complete goner?" she asked, affecting a fake pout. "Sweetie, you sure are a tough nut to crack. What does a girl have to do to break through your hard shell?" Pressing her pussy against him, she felt his obvious erection. "Mmmm, your very hard shell..." she smiled, seductively grinding on his jutting bulge.

Grinding right back, he gave her a big grin. "What makes you think you haven't already?"

"Well, for one thing, you still haven't asked me yet," she smiled, pulling him in for a long, tongue-lashing kiss. As they stood openly making out on the dance floor, she reached down to stroke his cock.

"Asked you what yet?" he panted, when she finally leaned back to look into his eyes.

"Last night I said I'd do anything for you, anything at all...whatever you asked of me. Remember?"

"Vaguely," he said, with a little grin.

She bit his ear in protest.

"Hey! C'mon, give a guy a break!" he laughed. "I was struggling big time there! Look where you had me! Look what you were doing to me!"

"Me? Doing to you? Sweetie, correct me if I'm wrong, but who was it that specifically requested I wear my pink nightie to tuck him in, knowing I had no panties on?"

"Umm, that was me."

"Yes, it was. And who ran his fingers all the way through my bare ass after requesting I wear something for 'snuggle time' that would give him total access to my naked bottom?"

"Was that also me?" he laughed again.

She grinned happily. "Why yes, it was. You wanted to see me, and you know my pink nightie may as well not even be there, for all the difference it makes when you touch me. So, of course, who took advantage of that opportunity by squeezing and thoroughly exploring my completely bare bottom, not to mention what you did to my naked breasts."

"Okay, that was also me, but you had it coming."

"Oh, I did? Now you sound like Mariska."

We all laughed at that.

Beaming brightly, she pressed on. "So, okay, since I had it coming, is that why you decided to ram your hard cock inside my wet, welcoming pussy?"

There it was. She'd put it right out there in the open, and I wondered what he would do.

Hugging her close, he kissed her hair. "Well, like I said, you had it coming. From the moment I came back from the bathroom in my sweats and there you were, leaning into the fireplace, I wanted to attack you."

She smiled softly. "You noticed that? Did you like what you saw, baby? Knowing a tiny wisp of silk was the only thing preventing you from seeing my bare pussy, did my ass look tempting?"

"Fuck yes, I noticed. Your ass looked incredible, especially the way it was swaying back and forth so sexily. God, I wanted to see it. I was so close."

"Could you see anything? I mean really see anything?"

"Right then? No, not exactly. Later, though, when you were standing and facing the fire, yeah, I could see...well, you know."

"What, Steve? What could you see then? Tell me."

"Your pussy lips, Angie. I could see the silhouette of your pussy lips in that gorgeous gap at the top of your thighs. I about died."

"You didn't say anything, baby. Not a word. You gave no sign that you even noticed how I was dressed."

"Well, I wouldn't say I gave no sign. C'mon, you saw the way I had to move away from your face, you know, when you had it right next to me."

"Next to you? You mean next to your hard cock? That was all you I was seeing, wasn't it? Because of your sweats, and also because of how dark it was, I wasn't really sure."

"You had your hand on it, and you were even squeezing it! You were pressing your lips and blowing your hot breath right on my dick!"

"I was not! I was just lying there minding my own business, happily snuggling with you while watching TV," she grinned, all purity and innocence.

"Minding your own business, yeah, sure, with your perfect ass totally uncovered! Were you minding your own business when you let your incredible nipples pop out into the open? I suppose you were also just minding your own business by pressing your naked pussy against me, even after I scooted back to give you more room."

Her smile was positively dazzling. "So that's why you finally decided to fuck me? You wanted to punish me?"

"No, seriously, I wanted to scream and get away. I was totally freaking out, and it just sort of happened that way. I didn't mean to touch your bare bottom, I swear. I definitely didn't mean to bump into you like that."

"Baby, maybe you just 'bumped into me' those first couple of times. That last one, you didn't just bump into me. You lined up your hungry cock and fucked my pussy with it. You guided my ass right down onto the head of your huge erection and drove inside me as hard as you could. If it weren't for those damn sweatpants you would have slid in all the way, and you know what? I would have let you. I would have spread my legs and let you fuck me all night long.

"Steve, how do you think you slid into me so easily, even with your sweats in the way? I was dripping wet, baby, that's how. I wanted you to fuck me."

"You would have had sex with me? For real?"

"Yes, sweetie, for real. You could have had me - all of me. You know I wanted you to take your pants off. I even tried to take them off myself, and you stopped me. Then, after you switched to your sweats, I told you that I wished you would just take them off and properly snuggle me.

"What did you think I meant? I had no panties on, and I was pressing my wet pussy right onto your erection. I wanted you to fuck me. I was asking you to fuck me.

"Baby, I didn't plan it that way. I wasn't trying to seduce you, but things just happened. All I knew was that you were touching my breasts and caressing my bare ass, then your cock was going inside me, and it was so amazing. I wouldn't have said no. I love you, and I meant it when I told you that I will never say no to you about anything."

"I know you said that, Angie. Really, I did hear you. I just didn't realize that when you were saying 'anything' you literally meant, you know...everything. I thought you only meant seeing your body."

"No, honey, I meant you can have anything you want from me. That really does mean anything and, yes, everything. Whether we're staying at home or going out, I'll wear whatever you want. If you want me naked when we're together, then I will be. Any part of me that you ever want to touch or kiss, just do it. Whenever you want me to suck your gorgeous dick, all you have to do is let me. Believe me, I will happily suck your long, rock-hard cock every chance I get. I promise you, I'll drink as much cum as you can give me. I want you to paint my face, and I want to wear it on my breasts. And if you want to fuck me, please, fuck me. If you want to take my ass, go ahead, slide your wonderful cock inside my tight little bottom. Fuck me until I scream. Fuck me any way you want, anywhere you want, anytime you want. You never have to ask, because the answer will always be yes. I want to feel your hot cum flooding my pussy and shooting deep in my ass. I want your cock, and I want you to have every inch of me.

"Baby, I'm being this explicit so you'll understand that anything and everything is exactly what I meant."

Turning to face me, she made it clear that what she was about to say was meant for the two of us. "Dan, as I told Steve last night, I'm here for both of you. Anything you want, I'll do it. I know we were only joking this morning in the kitchen, but I'm telling you now that I really do want to be your cum slut. I want you both to fuck me every day, as often as you want, any way you like. When we're snuggling together and watching movies, or sunbathing by the pool, or camping at the lake, or even when I'm simply cooking breakfast, just take me. Anytime you see me in bed, climb under the covers and make love to me. If you catch me in the shower, jump right in, and let's fuck our brains out.

"That's it. Just make love with me. I'm all yours."

Blinking a few times, Steve simply stared at her.

With a warm gleam in her eyes, she smiled at his look of astonishment. "You really do love seeing my body, don't you? You're not just teasing me, right?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "Jesus, Angie, no, I'm not just teasing! Are you joking?"

Grinning, she shook her head. "No, I'm not joking. I'm asking. Do you truly love my body? Do you really want me?"

Gently grasping her hands, he held her at arm's length. Finally, he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Yes, I truly love your body. From your exquisite legs to your incredible ass to your awe-inspiring breasts, you have the body of a goddess. I worship your magical, flawless face. I love your amazing eyes, and your long, shiny hair is just too gorgeous. I love your elegant hands, slender arms and perfect belly button. I love your warm, silky voice, especially your sweet laughter. I have always loved seeing your body, and I've always wanted to see even more. You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world to me.

"God, I love every single thing about you. I dream about you at night, and when I wake up in the morning all I can think about is seeing you again. Yes, I want you like crazy. I have constant daydreams about your impossibly sexy body, your soft lips...your angel's voice breathing in my ear. You're even a great friend. You really do mean everything in the world to me."

He paused to look down. Gathering himself, he returned his gaze to her enchanting eyes. "Don't you know that I'm in love with you? I mean madly, deeply, hopelessly in love with you? From the very first day we met, back when we were still kids, you were the only girl I ever wanted, and that's never changed. Angie, I've always been in love with you. Couldn't you tell? All this time, didn't you know?"

"Oh god, baby," she whispered, her joyous eyes filled to overflowing, and she kissed him ever so softly on the lips. Hugging him with all her love, she stood trembling in his arms; when she finally pulled away, sweet tears glistened on her beautiful face.

"Take my top off," she said, simply.

He gave her a questioning look.

Turning, she offered him the clasp of her tiny string. "Take my top off. Do it. I want you to."

Hesitantly, he undid her top, and it floated gently to the dance floor.

Turning back to face him, her smile was pure radiance as she brought his hands to her bare breasts. Kissing him again, she whispered, "Now take my skirt off. Make me naked for you."

He was in a panic. There were people all around us, and at least some of them had to be watching.

Taking his hands again, she slid them beneath the wispy rear drape of her skirt, directly onto her bare bottom. Right away he began cupping and squeezing her gorgeous cheeks, and she whispered, "Yes, touch me...touch me the way you did last night." Hooking her arms around his neck, she danced her hips for him; as he fondled her supple curves, she pressed her pussy against him. "Mmmmmm, you're still so hard for me," she moaned. "Do it, baby. Make me naked. I want to be completely nude for you, right here in your arms. Please, take my skirt off."

Though he was clearly nervous, he found the clasp and unsnapped it. Her lace skirt fluttered to her feet, and she daintily stepped out of it.

Naked as the day she was born, she stood before him. After nearly a lifetime together, Angelina was offering herself to Steve.

"Look at me now, the way you've always wanted to," she smiled. "Really look at me, baby. Make love to me with your eyes."

She waited until he was staring between her legs before slipping her fingers into her pussy to spread her lips for him. "Because of you, I'm dripping wet," she whispered. Trailing her fingertips up her body, she continued, "Look how hard you've made my nipples."

Beneath the flickering reds, blues and greens of electric candlelight illuminating the dance floor, her belly chain shone golden against her smooth skin. Holding her slender arms at her sides, she wasn't hiding anything; knowing Angelina, she didn't care that others might be watching. She wanted to be naked for us, herself included, and that was all that mattered.

Unable even to blink, Steve simply stood in awe of her heavenly beauty.

With a luminous look of hope and passion, she held out her arms; he moved into her tender embrace, and they kissed as lovers. Moaning into his mouth, she reached down to grasp his cock. Gently stroking it, she whispered, "Mmmmmm, you're always so hard." After a long, perfect sigh, she stared up into his eyes. "Tonight I want you to show me how much you love me."

Dropping his hands to her hips, he slipped one into the sweet cleft of her ass. She turned, letting me watch as he pressed two fingertips to her tight little star. Moaning hotly, she pushed back against his fingers, but he slid them down, until they brushed her shining wet sex.

The moment he touched her pussy, she came; it was a shuddering climax that covered his hand in clear cum. Shaking in his arms while gasping against his chest, she rode out her magnificent orgasm on trembling, unsteady legs.

Once she'd regained her balance, she leaned down to slip off her heels. Shooting us a predatory grin, she took his hand and led him across the sand, straight to a low bench beside the curving walkway. Oblivious to anything else going on around them, she quickly tore open his pants and pulled out his cock before climbing up to straddle him.

Leaving a couple of twenties on the table, I collected her discarded clothing and walked across the sand.

She had a knee on either side of his thighs, her glistening slit poised above his solid, menacing shaft. Slowly lowering her hips, the intensity of her beautiful moan trebled with each penetrating inch, until at last she had taken him all the way inside her silken pussy. Arching her back, she leaned forward to drape her arms around his neck.

Finally, she was being well and truly fucked by the full length of Steve's bare cock. Gasping with joy, she began riding him, alternating between grinding hip-circles and long, deeply satisfying descents. At first he was just gently squeezing her ass, letting her control the pace, until suddenly he started slamming into her.

"Yes! Fuck me!" she cried out.

When Steve saw me approaching, he smiled deliriously. Laughing at his blissed-out expression, I brought my finger to my lips, giving him the sign to keep quiet.

He returned his attention to Angelina, and what an incredible sight she was. Rapturously grinding away in his lap, her proud breasts thrusting toward the night sky, she had fully given herself over to the ecstasy of making love for the first time with her forever friend.

I touched a lock of her dancing hair; stiffening, she immediately stopped moving. A heartbeat later, she nuzzled my hand with her cheek and started grinding again. Grinning to myself as I leaned down to kiss her writhing bottom, I slid two fingers deep into her gorgeous ass.

With a wild, sexy moan she completely let go, her body quaking and her back arching sharply as she rode out another crushing orgasm. Finally, she turned to look over her shoulder. Brushing her lips across the top of my hand, she gave me a soft smile while purring, "Hi, baby...."

~the end~

Though here we conclude this series, Angelina's story continues in "Sisters."

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