The Boondocks Cindy Novels & Stories

Cindy's POV I boarded the bus that was going to take me back home from my graduation which I had just attended all by myself. I know I should feel sad but I'm surprisingly not, because I know my mum would have loved to be there but she unfortunately couldn't make it since she had been busy preparing the house for the arrival of the Smith's which was fast approaching, I heard they were coming back in two day's time. Anyways I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Cindy Mensah, I'm eighteen and I live with my mum… if you could even call it that. What I meant is, my mum and I live together in the servant quarters of the Smith family.

"You do have a point. Besides, I can see why your dad would want to touch those boobs." "You too," Cindy said with a coy smile. The girls were both still standing topless in nothing but their panties, and now they had a good excuse to gaze openly at one another's bare tits. Then the blonde asked if Brook had ever felt another girl's tits before. She shook her head. "Would you ever want to? I mean, just to see what it's like?" Cindy added. Brook knew her pretty friend just wanted to feel someone caress her beautiful tits. She couldn't blame the other girl. It was such a nice feeling, and one she was aching to feel herself.

Bob pretended to support her by holding her waist as she felt weak and light headed. "Let go of me you pervert, before I scream." she said in a low voice. "Come on baby, for how much longer will you treat me this way? I love you so much, I yearn for you. Please just let me satisfy your urges tonight. I'll make it worth your while, I promise." Cindy looked around trying to locate where Jack was as she really needed his help. "Thanks but no thanks" she said to Bob. "If I need a man to fuck me, it wouldn't be you because I have jack."

"Let's leave this party; it's boring." "Don't you want to meet the new heiress?" Shane pressed, a hint of desperation in his voice. His eyes lingered back at the woman in the dark blue dress. He needed to talk to her. So many unanswered questions roamed rent-free in his mind. Tonight, he was getting all his answers. However, Cindy had already seen the smoke alarm, her sixth sense kicked in, and she spoke in a soft and breathy voice, "No, I'm tired, and I forgot my medication at home."

Cindy's body was still going through spasms when she heard Barnham's zipper. "Uhn?" She opened her eyes. Cindy didn't think she was ready for anything. *What is going on?* Cindy wondered. She had started to feel guilty about the whole thing. "And that's not going to be all of course." Barnham said in a hurried voice. "You are going to let me mark you as much as I've been wanting to." "Don't." Cindy said as she tried to wiggled out of Barnham's hold. "Don't what? Uhn?" Barnham asked as he held both her hands and raised it over her head before using his left hand to held them in place.

Cindy asked while turning her body. Her boobs were almost falling out of the dress. She was dressed as if she was going to a club when she had a baby to take care of. "It's my concern when you have a child to take care of. Who are you leaving him for?" I asked again and made my way to her. Cindy smirked. "You know, I didn't want to say anything since he didn't say anything to you. Tch, it's such a shame how you feel like you're the main chick but you're nothing but a fucking toy for him."

Cindy dressed in the closet and returned to the bedroom wearing a navy blue, red and white sweat suit with a white singlet. Cindy walked towards the mirror above the dresser, and turned her back on it. "So how does it look?" Cindy asked Cara, while turning her neck to look at her backside's reflection in the mirror. "How does what look?" Cara questioned, perplexed. "The bootay, the cheeks, what else?" Cindy demanded, while shaking her thighs, and making her butt cheeks jiggle. Cara laughed and shook her head, "You're crazy." "Yeah, and you're going to learn to love me for it." Cindy replied shamelessly.

So Deni introduced Jace and Cindy. Cindy was about five foot four with dirty blonde hair that went to her shoulder blades. Her breasts, nominal C-cups, looked oversized on her skinny frame, and they did not hang evenly. Actually, one breast was closer to a D-cup, plus it sagged, while the smaller one was real perky, but was set wide on her chest. Her face was cute enough, but it was also asymmetrical; it looked like two half-faces, each cute but slightly different. Her mouth and lips were oversized, at the time they reminded me of a singer, who's name I can't recall.

She said, smiling back at us as she entered her bedroom. "Your theme song, from now on, is: You Can Look But You Better Not Touch!" Cindy laughs, while stroking my hard cock through my shorts. "You liked that, didn't you Jim?" She asks teasingly, while kissing my neck and slipping her hand inside the leg of my shorts. I had put on a pair of loose fitting shorts, sans underwear, and a t-shirt after my shower. Cindy is now massaging my balls and the base of my cock as she teases me about my reaction to our niece's body.

I spent the whole fucking day with the mother of all hard ons and cussing myself for letting Donny talk me into being his watchdog. About six that evening Cindy called me and asked me to come to her bedroom and help her do something. I walked in the room and found her in nothing but high heels, nylons and a garter belt. "I need you to help me zip up," she said as she stepped into a black cocktail dress. "Where are you going?" "Out for some drinks and dancing." "Dressed like that, no panties or bra?" "When you are going fishing you have to use good bait."