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."

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."

Knock, knock, knock. There was a gentle tap on the door to my office. Not wanting anyone to see the contents of the box, I quickly shoved it under my desk. ... "Jen, don't bother looking. It's definitely that bitch Cindy who sent the doll," Wendy fumed over the phone during lunch. "I need to find an opportunity to tear her apart." "Hasn't she been heavily involved in charity lately?" The restaurant TV was showing a news report about Cindy doing charity work at an orphanage. Unlike her usual high-fashion attire, she was dressed in a simple cream-colored tracksuit, warmly greeting a child with deformities.

Rebecca eyed me with a devious smile on her face as she said, "I dare you to let Cindy edge you until your next turn." Cindy stiffened and gasped as she heard this. I held her tight to my body and tried to calm her down with soft caresses and whispered assurances. Cindy turned around and looked up at me with genuine fear on her face as she whispered, "Bobbie, I've never touched another girl before. I don't know what to do. What if I do something wrong or hurt you?" I soothed her as best as I could with my calm voice as I said, "You're not going to hurt me. You've masturbated before, haven't you sweetpea?"

Drake's gaze fell on me and I noticed he looked worried about me, I gave him a faint smile, reassuring him I was okay, his lips parted to say a word when we suddenly heard annoying footsteps, we tilted our heads immediately, and I saw Cindy approaching us. She looked excited with her shoulder raised trying to walk elegantly but all I saw was a turkey trotting forward. “Guess who we have here!” she said, her annoying chuckle echoing in the grand hall. “Is no other person but Zelda and her boss who tried to play the hero, I would love to see how you can play the hero in front of the alpha, this is getting exciting!” Cindy said and Drake smirked.