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go into
her pussy.
    She gasped and shuddered, gripping the edge of the
bench with both hands, and, bringing one knee straight back, she stretched the
length of her leg over my shoulder. I slid even deeper inside that slick, tight
space, and the rhythm I set was fast and furious, the time for formality and
shyness way over.
    I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, and,
instead of sliding in and out, I stayed deep within her, moving easily through
her wetness, fucking her with short thrusts as her hips pushed back against me.
    “That’s it, baby,” I whispered, “that’s it.”
    Encouraged, she groaned, grabbing the edge of the
board with one hand, a leg now pinning my arm, a heel dug into my ass, and she
groped around for something else to hold on to. She grabbed the microphone.
    “Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me like that, just like that,”
she groaned, chest heaving, her body a glorious wave. Using my hips, I pressed
farther into her, ABC the weight of my body against hers adding
intensity to the pressure on her clit and the fingers inside.
    Her pussy tightened again, a hot suck on my fingers as
she undulated against me. My clit, already throbbing, jumped with intensity. I
love, I mean, really love, the feeling of a woman getting ready to come.
    “You’re so tight,” I whispered throatily. “Go ahead,
squeeze me, baby, hold me in you.” She was gonna come, and I was making sure
she would, but good. Fucking hard, and fucking good. I increased the pace.
    Blue let out a small, high-pitched gasp and gritted
her teeth a moment. I painted stripes along her neck with my tongue, then found
a spot to focus on. Nibbling and sucking, I stayed there and realized she was
speaking, chanting something, over and over.
    “So good, so fuckin’ good,” she ground out repeatedly
through her teeth. The sound of her fuck-heavy voice seemed to surround me, and
for whatever reason, I looked up a moment.
    Suddenly I realized where I was, stretched across this
girl, buried deep in her cunt, the knee on my shoulder pressed almost all the
way back to hers, her head and shoulders thrown back against the Plexi, and the
microphone keyed in her clenched hand.
    Her pussy kept rocking, sucking my fingers, then
started to spasm, squeezing and releasing. “Oh yeah, yeah,” she gasped out, and
as her voice floated over the rhythm that played in the room, I thrust in her
hard, fast, and steady.
    I found Trace’s eyes upon me as she stood still upon
the dance floor, the only one not dancing, really, and Van had seemingly
departed to parts unknown. He’d probably gone for another drink or to the
bathroom. Trace folded her arms over her chest, definite anger on her face as
she watched me. Fuck her. This moment wasn’t about her.
    Blue cried out, a sensual, breathy sound that floated
over and around the dancers, mixing perfectly with the beat in the room, and
with a final surge of motion, her body rose, sealing her chest against mine,
her legs coming down tightly around my waist. She released her grip on the bench
and tossed the mike to parts unknown, then put both hands on my face, bringing
our mouths together. She sent that primal cry down my throat as I felt the
waves go through her. I wrapped my free arm around her, supporting her, holding
her close and my fingers still while her pussy softened and relaxed, and Blue
buried her lips into my neck, whimpering softly.
    “Shh…” I soothed, and I rocked her gently against me
for a few moments, murmuring nonsense into her hair, hearing her breathing
ease. She wrapped her arms loosely around my shoulders, and I very carefully
withdrew my fingers.
    “Boy!” she exclaimed airily as we came apart.
    I cocked my head. “Not hardly.” I grinned. She caught
the grin and smiled back, and in a moment we both laughed.
    “For which I’m thankful,” she responded, laughing some
more. She hopped off the bench and straightened her skirt. The scent of sex,
her sex, hung in the box as I dug under the bench for