Monday, February 20, 2006

Cindy Inc.: Happy Cindymas

Heaven is a place on Earth, apparently.
And that place is, as Republicans often claim, in America.
Probably not the kind of thing you want to hear.
Perhaps you'd rather it was somewhere else?
Yorkshire, perhaps? Or Vancouver? Even Tokyo?
For our purposes it's California where Heaven is.

Orange County, you think?
Reaching, pal. It's in Brentwood, or any of her homes.
That's right, her. If Heaven's on Earth, God's a woman.
If God's a woman, Her name is Cindy.
Extending that analogy, you couldn't write about making love to God.
That's disgusting. And offensive on many levels.
However, many claim Cindy is an aggel.
Brentwood's loaded most nights with those who agree;
It's one of those we're with tonight, Cindy's lucky customer.
Rude words, many and loud, accompanied the thrashing.
The mature sexy brunette grinding underneath
Her latest paying fellow, putting up enough to be with her outside Cindy Inc.,
Driving his massive erection deep in her, up to the balls.
And seeing her lovely face moaning under him in genuine delight;
"Yes!!!" she screamed up at him. "Oh God Almighty YES!!!!"
Cindy had a few rules for anyone not her husband banging her on Feb. 20;

"You don't get any head from me," she told him, twinkling.
"Not on February 20 - today your lips suck on me."
That wasn't a condition any of them quarrelled over;

Her pussy, like the rest of her, gave few hints of two children.
It was hard for him to take his tongue out of it
And it was next to impossible to keep his cock out of it.
And now he was kissing Cindy's little
Nipples, feeling them swollen and hard in his mouth. "Mmmmm...
Nice..." Cindy groaned, twisting in bed as her arms strained against the
Cords binding her to the bed; every molecule in her body
Regretted this whole "lie back and think of England - er,
America" stance. She'd wanted to be tied up, let him do all the
Work; but with each laserblast of joy cutting into her body...
"Field!" That was the danger word, but right now she was only in danger
Of dying from joy from the way his fingers kept
Roaming her body front and rear, and how he kept on sinking
Deeper into her hot, heavenly snatch.
Youth was now looking to experience as Cindy saw the girl's tongue
Over her right breast. Not sucking, just kissing.
Under other rules, Cindy would have told Hayden she wasn't ready;
Aboard the good ship Sandra, anything went, even consent laws.
(Rape? Well, almost anything.)
"Every year one fan does you today, right?" Miss Panetierre chuckled as Cindy gaped,

Wetter than ever from her customer's thrusts and Hayden's kisses.
"One ain't enough. Good idea to have Cindymas -
No paying on your birthday - but why should you have all the fun?"
Dropping her young form on Cindy's mouth, Hayden said "Eat."
Eat was what Cindy began to do, with no choice; she wanted to break her in anyway.

Ripe and ready she was, all cute and
Fuckable; the first two years she'd guest in London...
"Uhhhh...the boat..." Cindy gasped, her tongue touching the girl.
"Like to work tonight on the boat? Little birthday treat? For us?"
All Hayden did was pat Cindy's head, waiting to have the boss' mouth inside her.

Not as far as the guy between her legs was going,
Desperately trying not to have all of himself inside her
It would be a while before he could take time for February 20 again... but
Lose himself he finally did, the woman of his dreams under a young buck as he
Opened the gates and let years of passion rush into Cindy.
Vast floods of come poured into her gorgeous valley
Each drop representingh someone who wanted to be where he was now.
Yes, he had his eye on Hayden's bouncing backside as she made Cindy munch, but
Over and above Hayden, he wanted to be with Cindy.
Under her, above her, in her... he wanted to be with Cindy every Cindymas, her way or not.