Pink Sugar Confidential

Just what did he mean by that porn girl crack I wanted to know? Hey, sure I could teach those girls a thing or two I thought, knowing I'd love trying anyway. Right then though, all I wanted was to catch my breath. And then, oh yeah, I'd find out just what Murphy had had on his nasty mind. Whatever, I lay there panting, thinking that so far my little game had been pretty fun. Anyway, I sure was hoping Murphy was still in the mood to play voyeur. And, sure enough, there was Murphy grinning down at me, and sort of eyeing me like I was the menu in his favorite restaurant.

I pushed myself back up on to my knees, and glanced over at Murphy. And of course, his big cock was still standing marvelously erect. Seriously, I was surprised, and yeah, maybe disappointed too. I mean, he hadn't hopped up, scrambled between my legs, and put that impressively jutting hard-on to work. So, with a quiet little snicker, I thought, maybe he wants to indulge his inner voyeur some more. And hey, after all, that inner voyeur was going to be me, now wasn't it? So, deciding that I could ask him what he meant by that stupid porn girl crack later, I flipped over on to my back. You bet, I'd caught my breath, and was ready to play.

Back in Murphy's head, I shamelessly imagined him thinking, maybe she's a fucking mind reader; or maybe, it's that terrifically nasty minds just naturally think alike. Yeah well, she's looking damn hot and nasty lying there on her back. Man, that's one smoking hot looking bit of bare pussy. Shaved bare, hot, wet, and nasty, oh fuck yes, that's the way pussy should look. Hot damn, and she's looking ready to rock N' roll too. Uh-huh, and there's that wicked grin of hers. Hell yeah, it might mean she's brewing-up trouble; whatever, who the fuck cares, it always means fun and games.

Murphy caught my deliberately provocative grin. Sure he did; after I slapped my legs together, and cut off his view of all that pretty pink he did. His eyes dropped, tracking my hands as I slid them suggestively upwards across my belly. I watched his eyes, and they watched as my hands close around and cupped my tits. And, when my thumbs flicked out, stroking startlingly erect nipples, guess whose eyes stared hard enough for both of us? Right, but then those eyes of his really were bugged-out.

Hey, what the fuck, I wanted to scream. Just why did Murphy have to go and move anyway; because, now he's blocking my view in the mirrors. OK sure, that did leave him standing there, staring right up between my very wide spread legs. Oh well, I figured; if I'm going to pretend I'm watching me through his eyes anyway, it's not really so bad, is it?

I closed my eyes, imagining it was his strong fingers instead of mine delightfully rolling and pinching my nipples. Come on girl, I told myself, really twist them, yeah, work those puppies. Loving how deliciously wicked it made me feel, legs spread wide, I started rotating and thrusting my hips up. Oh God yes, and I could feel, well almost feel anyway, the hard cock driving down to meet those taunting pelvic thrusts. Only gosh, I kept picturing myself standing their instead of Murphy. And, the Judi I was picturing, stood there wearing a big fat strap-on dildo. And if I had been standing there, well pretty damn quick, I'd have been kneeling between the legs of the girl lying on that bed, slamming her full of rubber cock, and knocking her hands away from her tits. I'd have fucked her real slow, well at first anyway, and done it while I twisted and pulled on her nipples too. Oh yeah, and she'd have been going wild, bucking and squirming around my big rubber cock. Damn straight, by the time I would have gotten around to really giving it to her fast and hard, the bitch would have been screaming and begging for more, count on it. So, when I did manage to squirm back in to Murphy's head, I was practically beside myself, which might explain why I so inanely demanded, "Harder, she loves it rough."

I closed my eyes, hoping murphy hadn't heard. Then, figuring fuck it, I dove back in to his head; where of course, he was thinking, come on baby; Hell, if it was my fingers working over those nipples, you'd be squirming all over that bed. Yeah sure, and knowing Judi, she'd be begging for me to do it even harder too. And by now she'll be thinking hard cock; which means, she's probably imagining herself loudly demanding to be fucked harder. No need to dare her, when a tease would do the trick. Yeah, something along the lines of, harder, you're only teasing them. Yowl, got that right, and man that looks like it'd just have to hurt.

If I was lucky, by then Murphy would be reminding himself that I loved an audience. So the darling would be thinking about Edgar; and probably planning a teasing, "Come on baby, work it; you know, like pretend Edgar's here watching."

That happy thought reminded me of just what a horrid tease he is. Yummy; but then, gosh I like that, a whole lot in fact. Oh never mind; because, I was busy wondering if he even had a clue about just how sizzling hot thinking about being naked in front of Edgar gets me? Oh God yes, and I'd be playing with my tits, and staring at his pretty cock too. Murphy knows me though; so yeah, I'd say he knew just what I was thinking.

OK, so Murphy isn't clueless; so, it was easy to picture him thinking, not a chance, she couldn't know just how fucking hot she looks. But then...Judi doesn't have to be looking to know. Hell yeah, she knows exactly what that body of hers, and the wicked mind powering it does to guys. Yup, and to the ladies too. Oh baby, if you ever turn those nipples loose, you're going to be lifted right up off the bed by them. God, but wouldn't she just love that. So, if she does let go; too bad, my hand's just going to have to let go of my dick. Poor baby, she'd flip right out, if she knew she was missing out on catching a guy with his own dick in his hand. Now, wouldn't that just pop her eyes right open?

Honestly, if I hadn't pictured him stroking his big, thick, wickedly hard cock, well, I wouldn't have looked. But, I did; and, of course, there he was pumping his fist up and down the deliciously hard length of that beautiful cock. And, from the look of the bastard's nasty grin, he knew precisely what seeing him doing it was doing to me. Well fine then; I figured two can play that little game. But then, I already was; besides, the sight of his hand pumping away on that big fat cock had me making a mental note. Some time, and very soon too, I would make the darling bastard jack-off for me. Oh, God I'd make him cum all over himself too. No wait, I thought, maybe I'd make him squirt the stuff all over my tits instead. Decisions, decisions; well guess who was wondering, hey, could I make the darling lick it up? Ah well, I knew it was going to have to be later for that delightful little fantasy anyway. Because; right then, I was much too busy pretending to ignore the bastard, that iron hard hunk of cock, and what he was doing to it. Gads, only it didn't get much easier, even when I closed my eyes again.

I stretched, oh so wickedly, luxuriating in the knowledge that I was driving the poor man right up the wall. I purred, maybe it was a growl; whatever, it was no meow. I lifted my legs high, almost back over my head, and slowly scissored them. I held them there, high and spread wide, and sensuously traced my fingertips over the silky skin of my inner thighs. And then, I slowly slid my palms up my legs towards my ankles, sure Murphy would be thinking something like, damn if she doesn't remind me of a peace sign from the sixty's. Hey, a few more peace signs like that, and we'd all have been praying for peace. Uh-huh, so how about a piece of that woman. Or hey, if she's thinking of a sit-in, my face is available. Yeah well, if those hands sliding up those long legs grab her ankles, she's really going to be asking for it.

I was following Murphy's eyes, which was why I grabbed my ankles. But it was a quick grab, barely a tease; because, any longer, and Murphy would have been all over me. I was being deliberately provocative; yes, as in total prick tease. And, honestly picturing myself spread so invitingly wide open through Murphy's eyes sent tiny shivers surging through me. But, the real kick came from wondering just which way Murphy would go. Was he going to drop to his knees, and dive face first in to pussy? Or, would he kneel between my legs and slam eight thick inches of red hot cock in too little old me? Well sure, if it had been me, the only question would have been which to do first.

Being understandably delirious, like on fire with desire, I found myself thinking, gosh Judi, you've never gone down on a girl after she'd been pumped full of some guy's hot cum. Now doing that would have been a total hoot; too bad there was only one of Me., Still, if I'd been more than a spectator that pussy down there, practically waving a flag in invitation, would have gotten the hard fucking it deserved. So, what could be better than delivering a seriously hard fucking, and then collecting some yummy dessert? Too bad, because for sure Murphy would have been real happy to whip up a big hot load of yummy dessert. Uh-huh, but I was pretty sure he wouldn't have been looking forward to eating any of it. Gosh, who knew; but before long, poor Murphy would be sampling that tasty treat.

I pretty much figured good old Murphy didn't have a clue about the nasty fantasies swirling around inside my head; So, I stuck with the more pedestrian thoughts I was more or less sure he'd default too. Boring, yeah; but I sort of figured him for thinking, damn but Judi's got fine legs. Fuck yes; their long, smooth, sleekly muscled, and wouldn't I love wearing them wrapped around my own waist. Never mind that, how about an order of hot pussy with a side of soft thighs? For sure, it's always better to eat a little pussy, before you fuck it full of cum. Wow, and if you're wrapped up in some hot ménage au trois that goes double; especially if there's some other guy about to pump a hot load of cum in to the pussy in question.

I lay there, legs held high above my head, and feeling deliciously naughty. Why not, I was watching me through Murphy's eyes, while I suggestively ran my hands up and down those wickedly wide spread legs. Honestly, it was utterly erotic. Using just my fingertips, I teased and tantalized, tracing them sensuously over the incredibly sensitive, velvety soft skin of my inner thighs. Couldn't help it, I almost giggled out loud at the thought of Murphy imagining wearing my thighs like a pair of ear muffs. Now, from my own experience between a pair of sexy thighs, I know they do a terrific job of keeping a girl's ears warm. But, luckily, they barely muffle a tasty bitch's pleading screams for more. Oh my God, but I do love hearing their screams.

About then though, I was beginning to think Murphy was almost too damn patient. If it'd been me, hell, I'd have already grabbed a double handful of ankles, and dove in tongue first. Well, I knew the bastard wasn't actually going to just stand there watching forever; at least, not when I could so easily light a fire under him anyway.

My fingers reached for the soft pink folds of my pussy, and spread its velvety soft petals. Slipping my fingers through that slick wet heat sent a tingling, almost electrified jolt pulsing through me. Not that I figured he was likely to have noticed my eyes pop open; but, I was betting he noticed a couple of my fingers slide a little bit higher. Peeling back my pussy's soft inner petals, they exposed a clit in full bloom. And believe me, even if I hadn't been looking in to Murphy's very expressive eyes, I'd have felt the heat that flashed in them. I was spread wide, my pussy bared, open and wetly glistening, with its clit swollen, dark, and jutting. Now that was a Kodak moment.

It's one of his favorite expletives; so yeah, I figured Murphy was telling himself, fuck me to death. Just look at that nasty little bitch. What, does she think she's a HUSTLER centerfold or something? Wow, that's some beaver shot. Sure, but none of those centerfolds ever sported a clit all puffed up like hers. Oh, man, and when you go for it, well old buddy, you better be holding on tight. Oh Hell yes, and that means, even before you start thinking about sucking on that thing.

Anxious, who me? What just because I was about ready to scream come on Murphy, go for it already. Gosh, I mean if it was me watching some hot bitch doing this totally spread open, come on guys feast your eyes on this centerfold pose; Hell yes, I'd have been down on my knees. Damn straight, bank on it. And, I'd certainly have made sure it wasn't only a feast for the eyes. Yum and then some, sure I absolutely love going down on a girl, that's just one of the things good old Murphy and I have in common. Huh, too bad he doesn't feel the same way I do about swallowing a big hunk of hard cock. Ah, the possibilities.

Finally, thank God, Murphy did drop to his knees. Elbows braced on the bed, he leaned in, near enough that he could have flicked out his nasty tongue and tasted hot pussy. He didn't; hey, lucky for him I was still in the mood to play the tease huh? Otherwise, I swear I'd have reached out, grabbed his head, and slid his face all over my practically flaming, slippery, and extremely wet pussy. Oh yeah, and then I'd have cum all over that divinely talented tongue of his. And maybe, I'd have just kept right on cumming too; until, I like passed out or something.

Still holding myself spread wide open, I brought my legs down. I planted a foot on either side of Murphy's head, splayed my knees out, and pardon me, giggled. Whatever, I decided enough with that nonsense about slipping inside Murphy's head to play voyeur. Hey, besides I had something a whole lot more fun to slip inside of. So, I delegated one hand to hold my pussy captive, while the fingers of the other one went exploring. Mapping there way, they traced their way over silkily smooth labia, teasing, and almost dipping in to probe an invitingly wet vagina. Circling back, they swirled light circles around a clit throbbing with its need for more. Feeling like such a nasty little bitch, and liking it, I asked "Pretty isn't it lover?" And then, slipping in to my sultriest purr, I added a taunting "Pretty, and hot...yes, and oh so wet...and slippery...ooh, and it's oh so needy. And lover...it's going to taste even better than it looks." Well yeah, sure Murphy knew all that; hey, hadn't I been there looking out through his eyes? Well whatever, with a nasty little snicker thrown in for emphasis, I sarcastically interjected "Only buster, don't you dare to touch it."

Orders given, I scooted my ass closer to the edge of the bed. Right, and that meant way closer to Murphy too. I wanted him close enough to feel the heat radiating from between my spread thighs, close enough to feel the splash of my pussy's hot juices even. And, that's even if it meant the bastard would get a close-up view of my finger dancing a jig, while it turned my clit in to a jutting nub of throbbing flesh. But, bummer, with the way that finger held his eyes captive, I just knew he was never going to notice my ecstatic grin, or see that my nipples were puckered, popped out like a pair of spicy gum drops. Gee, so the poor guy wasn't going to feel the almost electric throb every flick of that fingertip jolted through my clit. Nope, and he'd be missing out on the sweet tingling pulsing through my nipples too. Ok, to be fair, I did catch him looking up once. So, maybe he at least caught a glimpse of the waves of pleasure surging through me. Anyway, that's when I caught his tongue sneaking out to lick his lips. Yeah sure, I hate getting caught doing that; but hey, its cute catching somebody else doing it.

I was way beyond turned on, hell, by then I was absolutely on fire with desire. OK, and even if I'd given up watching the action through Murphy's eyes that sure didn't mean I wasn't keeping an eye on him. After all, I was sure he'd be keeping both his nasty eyes riveted right on me and my sexy play. And, just then, his smoldering gaze watched the pair of fingers I'd been dancing over my clit leave it, and slide lower. Holding them stiff, I spiraled them in slow circles around my opening. Eyes locked on Murphy's, I drove those fingers in just as deep as they'd go. Feeling a tug of disappointment, I couldn't help thinking, if I'd been with a girl, and not some dumb boy, well at least I'd have enjoyed hearing her startled gasp. Of course, Murphy didn't gasp; really, men can be such bores. Anyway, those fingers slid in to me slick and glistening; and came out drenched, and practically dripping. I gave those fingers a flip, showering the grinning fool's face with my pussy's hot juices. Oh fine, and all that got me was more of the teasing bastard's annoyingly enigmatic grin. Well, I was determined to put an end to that, and pronto too.

Figuring I knew a little something that would do the trick, I decided to show him just what I could do with three stiff fingers and a limber thumb. So, I swirled those fingers around, barely penetrating the fiery wet heat of my vagina, before plunging them deeper. Yummy, now that was a nice, delightfully tight fit. I set to work, pumping them hard, thrusting deep, and even added in some wickedly nasty rotation. When I switched to tantalizingly slow, deeply spiraling thrusts, I figured it was high time I got busy with that well trained thumb. And gee, being a guitar player and all, that thumb blazed, strumming out a bouncy rhythm on my already rather seriously aroused clit. Well that did it; Murphy broke, groaning out "Go baby go." Awesome, with Murphy's huge grin threatening to split his face, my three fingers pounded out a penetrating beat, and my thumb picked out a ripping O chord, and yeah, that's the big O chord. This bad girl was going to cum, and do it with Murphy watching. Damn straight, I wanted to see the heat flare in his eyes, as it exploded in to a wildfire of uncontrollable lust. But, I wasn't quite ready to cum, I wanted to play; and, I figured Murphy wouldn't mind that either.

Oh, those thrusting fingers and that teasing thumb wanted to make me cum alright. But, I'm tough, and I fought them off. Still, they had my breath coming in panted gasps. Probably because my chest was heaving, whatever, Murphy's eyes were busily bouncing back and forth between the action going down between my thighs, and my jouncing tits. Hey, the darling man's eyes occasionally even bounced up and met mine. Only gee, if he wanted to look at my tits, well I figured I'd really give him something to gawk at. So, with an admittedly pitiful attempt at a snicker, I ripped three sopping wet fingers out of my vagina. Wagging the dripping things, I made sure I had the fool's attention. And then, I used them to paint my areola and rock hard nipples. Being an utterly incorrigible tease, I dipped greedy fingers back in to my accommodatingly wet pussy, and stirred. And, while I happily giggled, and enthusiastically smeared another slippery coat of pussy over my tits, go figure, this enticingly naughty question popped in to my sex crazed mind. Wondering if Murphy and I were thinking about the same thing, I just had to ask. So, I bit back a giggle, and asked "What do you think stud; is this nastier then watching me smear you and your buddy Edgar's cum all over my tits?"

Murphy snorted, shook his head, and said "Well fuck, let me flip a coin or something." Pausing just long enough to smirk, and arch an eyebrow, he added "Well, come to think of it, it sure was fun getting all that cum on to your tits in the first place."

Well, I'd have figured it for a tossup myself. Or I would have; only just then, having a pussy crammed full of my churning fingers, seemed slightly more interesting than having two fists full of cum spurting cock. Well that, and what I intended to do with those pussy drenched fingers; whenever, I got around to pulling them out of my greedy pussy that is.