Naturally Demanding but Nice
Chapter Four
John's Thoughts
The previous three chapters have been from Jennifers point of view.
This chapter is from John's point of view.
My grandma and I just move here. We thought the climate would be better
for her health. It did not help.
My parents died when I was very young. My Grandpa died recently. My
Grandma will not be alive much longer. She has been moved back to the
nursing home to die. The doctors have already told me she is just old
and everything is worn out. She is 93. I have taken care of them for
the last three years. They took care of me when I was unable to care
for myself. Now do not feel sorry for me. I never knew my parents. My
grandparents were wonderful to me. Enough sad stuff.
Let me tell you about me, it will help you to understand my, "Goddess
Worship Syndrome". I am 5' 11", weight 133, light blue eyes, brown hair.
Nothing to distinguish me from a few million other guys. I am
intelligent, 122 IQ. I would class me as an introvert. Talking to girls
does not come easy. Talking to pretty girls even harder. Talking to
pretty girls who are also popular, next to impossible. I have had very
little one on one with girls since the beginning of middle school,
about the 6th grade. About when some of them started to get really
beautiful asses. There was something about the way they protruded
from the rest of their bodies. I have received many dirty looks for
looking at that beloved anatomy. All the girls I was interested in
was always interested in some jock, or some boy whose parents had
money, and who dressed more in style than I. I was always clean,
and neat, but my clothes came from The Dollar Store, and once in
awhile I would get something nice from Wal-mart or K-Mart. Yard sales
were a "grandma past time",too. Anything from these, and in a town
of 800 people, every boy knew which items of apparel he used to wear.
That does not make for easy popularity with the really cool chicks
of any age. That is in the past. I am grateful for that at least.
At the new town, my yard sale clothes were much better. They became
my favorites immeadiately. No one here knew they were yard sale
merchandise. I felt a lot better wearing them. I had a few semi
trendy things.
Anyway, the day after we moved here I saw this unbelievable
Goddess. I had worked straightening up the house and was tired of
working. Grandma was feeling better, so I took a walk. I went by
the school, it was quite large but looked nice.
There coming out of a pastries shop was a Goddess. There is no
other word for her. The prettiest hair I have ever seen. Strawberry
blonde hair, in a very bouncy pony tail. I was across the street.
I stared. I never imagined such beauty in the flesh. I do not
believe she noticed me at all. I stood on the corner and watched
her walking away. I was mesmerized. I followed her. Her ass was
a sight to behold. It was barely covered with cute short shorts.
I have watched and fantasized about pretty girls for years now.
I have seen nothing like this. I hardly see how she can be from
earth! Surely she dropped from heaven, if heaven has anything
that beautiful. I closed the distance. She did not know I existed.
I would have been content just to gaze upon her beauty forever.
Especially that ass! Somehow I had to get to know her. I know
she would never be interested in me. I am no jock, no stud, not
rich, and have no fancy car. Hell, I don't even have a car. My
only attribute is, I do make top grades and do so easily.
Please let her be as dumb as she is beautiful and have a need
for me. I would bathe in the glory of doing her home work,
slipping her answers to test. To walk down the hall carrying
her books, ah, such is from which dreams are made. I'd even
carry her! Boy would I carry her! I would love carrying her
all over the school, to and from school, everywhere. And be proud
she was allowing me to do it too. I have always had fantasies
where a pretty girl I admired would "make" me do things for her
You know, homework, wash her car, even clean her house, not just
her room, but the whole house. I also did first her's than the
entire families' laundry. If she had no sisters I would make some
up in my dreamworld. My fantasy would take me farther and deeper
into slavery for her. It would began as minor stuff but would
always end in my serving her in unspeakable ways. I have mouth
washed more panties in my dreams than most Frederick stores sell
in a month! I have always thought there may be something
psycologically wrong with me. I worried about it a lot then one
day I found the solution. Just don't think about it anymore. Not
the fantasies, but the fear of being weird.
There was this pretty girl in school where I moved from. She was
not beautiful, just kinda pretty. Actually her waist was to large,
her neck to short, and she had a few pimples on her face.
The day before I moved I forced myself to have the nerve and
approach her and let her know that I wanted to be her slave. I
walked up to her and said.
"Chrissy, I want to be your slave."
She smiled and said, "cool". "The way you helped me with school
last year, I think you were."
"That is not what I mean, I mean I want to serve you. Do your
housework, laundry, I have fantasies about cleaning your panties
with my mouth."
I will not soon forget that look.
She said, "Get away from me you freak! I thought you were a little
strange. I did not know you were a sicko pervert! If you come near
me again, I'll scream!"
I never want to repeat that scene again. How could I have been so
stupid. I ran, yeah ran away from there. Lucky for me it was
downtown and no one else heard. Now I knew I was moving the next
day, she did not. I learned something though. I learned to never
do that again. Logic would dictate that any girl would want a
slave. Not true!
This beautiful Goddess turned in the sidewalk to her house. It
was a very beautiful home, large too. Looks like they have a pool
in the back. The whole back yard is enclosed by a nice tall wood
fence. I stopped and watched her. Just before she got to the door
it opened and another Goddess appeared, only older. Now I am not
in to the Mrs.Robinson syndrome. But with her I would make an
exception! She had the same hair, same golden complexion, and her
voice. Sexy and with a totally beautiful accent. I was almost sure
it was French. They said a few words to each other. I loved those
voices! I would have wet dreams for a week about these ladies. Hey,
I would drink a gallon of their piss just to see where it came from
and would eat a pile of their shit for the pleasure of kissing
those divine asses. That is a saying one of the guys back home said
a lot. I know he was just saying that. No one actually does those
things.
She,an older sister whom I presumed to be about 30, maybe younger,
waved to me. I was caught standing there looking at her sister's
ass. I wave back and quickly walked by without looking anymore.
I could feel the red on my face.
I have had many wet dreams, all while awake, about those two, but
especially the one I followed home. It would be easy to imagine
either of them as being a total Goddess but she is the one I
chose to worship. I don't even know if she is the prettiest.
The older sister was certainly beautiful, just to old for me.
Well not to old for me to serve her in my dreams. I would
sure love her wet panties in my mouth! I am not supposed to
have thoughts like these. I mentioned a little about them to
my grandma and she said they were not healthy thoughts. Not
to ever let anyone else know about my thoughts. I had
reinforcement on that theory with Chrissy!
I walked by their house often. I never seen either of them again
until school started. When School started I knew my special Goddess
would drive, but I walked on past the school anyway. I could not
believe my good fortune, there she was walking straight towards me.
She was so pretty, god she was beautiful. This was the first day
of school and she was dressed for the ocassion. Her hair framed her
face in ringlet curls and hung down a few inches below her neck.
What a Goddess. She was in sandals, her feet were as perfect as the
rest of her. Her nails were painted a light color and was perfect as
a light contrast with her skin. She had an anklet braclet on that
must have cost a hundred dollars. Her necklace and ear rings, more
than a thousand. She also had some rings on that looked like more
than costume jewelry. But then I knew when I saw her house that
she was high dollar. That is ok, I could still dream about her.
I said hi just to hear her voice, not at all sure if she would speak.
This Goddess was way out of my class. To my surprise, she said "Hi",
and smiled. What teeth, totally white and sparkling. She had the
most beautiful mouth I had ever seen. I would dream of those teeth
biting me. She could devour me one bite at a time and I would endure
the pain and slowly die for her as she ate away my flesh. I walked
on, turned at the corner and walked back to school. I had her in
every class!
I am not sure what the teacher said in any of them. I just looked
at her. It was inevitable that she catch me looking at her. I mean
if you keep looking at anyone they will eventually see you staring!
She looked straight at me for a few seconds and a big smile lit up her
whole face, like I was doing something for her by staring at her!
I knew I had to pay attention to the teachers the second day. Good
thing, we were already into assignments.
I quickly found that this school was no harder than the one I left.
I looked at her several times each class but I concentrated on
school work too. After all my being good in the books is all I had
going for me. If I could ever get her attention, that had to be the
way. Did I tell you that everyday I walked past the school just to
meet her. Now I meet her in the halls a lot, but the halls were full
and there were always a million people talking to her, mostly guys
that I could in no way compete with.
Friday before I met her I had no idea that my life was about to
change dramatically forever in ways I had only dreamed. She picked
me up! I have never been shocked like that in my life, well maybe
once. Chrissy did that, (shocked me). This was a pleasant shock.
Chrissy's was not at all pleasant!
Jennifer was in total control of me from the time I said "Hi".
I never had a prayer. She had the poise of a life long star and
used it. Oh, I knew what she was doing, I was just powerless to
prevent it. Truth is,I did not want to prevent anything! I knew
I wanted to be used by her. She had me carrying her books, even
her gym clothes in seconds. I did more for her in one day than
I have ever done for a girl. Everything came natural for her.
She was just naturally demanding.
She had me following her around, carrying stuff, getting stuff
for her, like in the cafeteria, she said, "John, some of us
always sit over there in the corner by big window, bring my
tray over."
Naturally demanding, that was Jennifer. There was no please, no
will you, she just knew I would, she may have even known I was
dying to do stuff for her. She was a class act. I have observed
a lot of girls. Nothing in her league. She had to come to earth
from somewhere else. Even in this school of more beautiful girls
than I have ever seen, she is light years beyond any of them.
Like I said there are beautiful girls here of all colors. No one
approaches her class. They know it, she knows it, and she knows
they know it. She can put them down and never say a word and she
does it all the time. Still, her popularity goes off the charts.
Amazing, and I am with her. I know she is using me. I am not
stupid. She has no idea I know I am being used. A girl like this
does not go with guys like me. But hey, I am along for the ride.
Last night I was pretending to be eating her, using my mouth on
her panties, hell, I was even cleaning her house and doing all
of her laundry, panties by mouth first. She even asked me to do
her parents laundry, I did her mom's panties by mouth too. All
of this was in my very awake, wet dreams. Just being near her
was paradise. I even got to hear her speak to me, although it
usually was to tell me to do this, or get that. I would do all
of those things even if she made me walk 10 spaces behind her.
I have sharpened a pencil in every class for her. A couple did
not need it. She would say, in the middle of a conversation
with someone else, "John, would you be sweet and sharpen my
pencil for me?" A million dollar smile always accompanied the
request.
I heard one of the other girls on the dance/pom pom squad say,
"Jennifer how do you do that?"
"I heard Jennifer's answer. "Do what?"
Yeah, her giggle followed, along with the giggles of a few
other girls.
She walks with me, and on a few ocassions has taken my hand when
it was not loaded with her stuff. Yes I have held the hand of the
schools foremost Goddess. SCHOOLS, she is the WORLDS foremost
Goddess. I could feel my self tremble, then a certain part gets
hard when she took my hand. I had just transfered our books to
one hand. She casually took my hand, looked at me and squeezed it.
All that stuff comes so easy with her. She is rapidly owning me,
she thinks I don't know. She quickly started refering to me as,
"slave". She would giggle and make like it was a joke. She was
not joking, not really. She was taking ownership of me a lot,
not a little, at a time. She moved fast.
I am not complaing at all, I was in heaven! I have forever dreamed
of such a thing. I have wanted to be with a pretty girl who wanted
me to do everything for her, wanted to use me, I think my dreams
have been answered. My grandma has told me lots of times, "Be
careful what you wish for," well grandma, this is what I have
wished for, Jennifer is it.
She invited me to her house. I was in paradise. She even allowed
me to carry her stuff and walk with her to her house. She
stopped to talk to some very pretty girls, though obviously from
junior high. Not by looks,they looked like high school. But by
the direction they were going. She talked with them quite awhile.
When I started to put her bags down, she quickly excercised her
authority. She did that not for her, not for her bags, but for the
girls she was talking to. She wanted them to know I was hers. Not
hers as in boyfriend, but hers. Yeah, I have found my dream!
I was so glad she called Saturday. I was ready to jump up and
run all the way to her house in hope of performing some task
for her. Just to see her,hear her voice, touch her, yeah, serve her.
She asked me to bring her a chocolate covered pastry. That is what
she went to get when I first saw her. The pastry I buy her will be
so lucky, it will get held by her hands and bit by her teeth. I
wished I could be so lucky!
I instantly remembered the scent and taste of her. Yeah, I got
that opportunity. I have been so lucky since moving here. She set
her gym bag in front of me, unzipped, with her panties on top,
and walked away! I knew I was taking a chance, I could have blown
everything and had a Chrissy incidence all over again. The urge
was so powerful I could not resist. I looked all around and
quickly put her panties to my nose and mouth. Heaven, pure heaven.
Her scent was intoxicating to me. The crotch was so wet. My tongue
came out tentatively at first, then I licked in earnest. Never
have I done anything remotely erotic as this. Pure heaven! I
wanted to put them in my pocket and take them home. I knew I
could not pull that off. But tomorrow when I am at her house,
I will steal, no borrow, a pair. Maybe two, I thought.
The clock move so slowly. I went to the pastry shop and got
her pastry. I waited five minutes at the bakery so as not to
be to early. I even told the guy behind the counter that the
pastry was Jennifer. He smiled and said.
"Jennifer Abdellaoui," she loves those alright, you are a
very lucky guy. She is extemely particular. Every guy tries
to date her but she chooses who she wants. You must be new
here. Have you met her parents?"
"No, just Jennifer." I replied.
"You will and soon, they are a very close family. Wonderful
people, their mom used to be a top model. She looks like
Jennifer's Sister!"
"How many are in her family?" I asked.
"Dr. Abdellaoui, her Mom, Monica. And you know Jennifer."
He answered.
"A remarkable family, in more ways then their looks. Everyone
loves them. They have done a ton for the community. If there
was ever a perfect looking man, Dr. Abdellaoui is it. And those
ladies, hey, they are really gorgeous.
I knew then that the gorgeous creature I saw, whom I first
believed to be a sister, was her mom. Hard to believe. No wonder
Jennifer is so beautiful. Her mom is a Goddess. Maybe she is the
one who fell from heaven and mated with a mortal.
"I have seen Mrs. Abdellaoui at a distance." I said.
The counter man said,"The closer you are to her, the better she
looks."
I will never forget Jennifer's face when she met me at her door.
I knew she was beautiful, I just did not know how beautiful. I
think her eyes and mouth were what appeared a little different,
god she was knock down gorgeous. Her eyes were kinda almond shaped,
her lips a little pouty. I know she did that with make up. But she
just enhanced what she already had. She was so gorgeous, if she
had said, "Eat my shit," I would have shoveled it in by the
handfuls. But she did not want me to eat shit, she just wanted
me to clean her house. That was alright, hey, did I not dream of
doing stuff for her. I was rewarded, big time. I put lotion on her
tits and on her butt. I would have killed for that priviledge.
I already knew, after that, I would do absolutely anything for
her. When she was eating her pastry, all I could do was look at
her. With every bite those teeth made into the pastry I dreamed
they were biting me. If after she finished her pastry, she would
have looked at me and in her sexy voice said. "I am still hungry,
lay on the table, I am going to eat you up." I would have bid
this world goodby and laid on the table.
When she was giving me her lecture about bodies, language, etc.,
I was shocked. Really shocked, especially after the Chrissy thing.
Boy am I glad Chrissy did not want me. Chrissy don't look good
enough to kiss a single ass in this family!
I worked hard cleaning her house. The first thing I did though
was run upstairs to find a pair of her panties. That was not hard,
there were two pair on her bathroom floor. I quickly put both to
my mouth, I inhaled from one and licked the other. Pure heaven.
I gave it several licks, kissed the one I was inhaling, and laid
them both back similar to the way they were laying. I would have
loved wearing one pair over my face with the crotch covering my
nose while I clean another pair in my mouth. You know chew and
squish my saliva in and out of the crotch until my spit was
concentrated with the natural juices of her panties, then swallow
and start over again. I would like to eat every pair panties in
this house!
I know she had planned for me to carry her to the house from the
pool. She had her sandals on when she went to sun! That is ok,
really ok! There is something special about carrying a girl, and
when that girl is a Goddess, well I would carry her everywhere for
the rest of my life and enjoy it so much I would wish to live
forever.
When she called me from her bathroom, I was speechless. When she
told me what she wanted I could not believe my good fortune. I
was reluctant to show my emotion because of the Chrissy thing.
I certainly wanted no repeat of that disaster. But Jennifer was
asking me to do something I have been fantasizing about. I knew
I was going to love this place. I loved the taste of her pee and
her pussy. Both tasted far better than in my imagination. Her
pussy already had cum in it. Mixed with her pee, both were
delicious! Her scent was better than any dream could ever be. I
will have a source for my dreams now. Masturbation. would be a
much more accurate word then "dream". Dream just evokes a better
connotation.
Then my Goddess asked me to take her to her bed. I knew she wanted
to be eaten out. My first real chance to eat pussy. And what a
pussy. A blonde Goddess of indescribable beauty. I carried her the
same way a bride is carried over the threshold. It was a sacred
moment for me. The way she held me it must have been for her too.
She was so patient with me. She knew this was my first time. When
my tongue brought back the first flow of her cum I was in ecstasy.
Her soft words of encouragement kept me there. Her nails hurt a lot.
She squeezed my face with her thighs so hard I wondered if she
would crush my face. I think the only thing that prevented that was
the softness of her thighs. Her legs were incredibly strong yet
her inner thighs were soft as feathers. When I could not breathe
I started to panic. I should have known my Goddess would take care
of me. She was obviously very experienced. I am not jealous of the
other guys that have eaten her out. I want to be the only one to
do that now though. I am not sure why that is important. If it is
ever a share me or lose me situation, I will share her. Losing her
is unacceptable. When she told me to kiss her ass. I felt so stupid.
I stared at her with my mouth open and full of her cum. I was
holding it in my mouth because I loved the taste so much. She thought
I did not want to kiss her ass. Boy was she wrong about that! I felt
I had to say things to keep her from knowing how much I wanted to do
the things she wanted done, and more. I could not bare for her to look
at me the way Chrissy did and call me the names Chrissy called me. I
am sure I fooled her. She turned over, it took me a few seconds to
start licking her. I had a lot of her cum in my mouth and it was
really gooey. But tasted so good. A sweet taste that I will remember
always. Now I wondered if all girls tasted like that, or if she taste
that way to me because I love her so much (infatuated with her maybe).
I hope to get to taste her cum all of my life. I have heard my grandma
use the term,"Pussy whipped", yep that is me alright.
I have to get my hands on her mom's panties although it is a long
ways from licking the real thing. Jennifers panties were good, but her
pussy tasted thousands of times better!
When I inhaled from Jennifer's ass I could smell the unmistakable
aroma of shit. It did not repulse me, not at all, it aroused me again
even after I had hunched the bed a very short while ago while eating
her pussy. I licked her pretty brown ass hole. She told me exactly
how she wanted me to worship her. It is imprinted on my brain forever.
I will never forget how my Goddess wishes to have her beautiful pussy
eaten, nor will I ever forget how she wants her cute little brown hole
worshiped. I would clean her house and mow her lawn a year for the
ecstasy she has given me. So when she suggested I go back to work I
was ready. She laid on the bed giggling while I did her work.
I simply have to eat those panties, hers and her mom's too. How am I
going to do it if she stays up here. I thought. Then I had an idea.
"Jennifer, if you want to swim or something I don't mind, I will
let you know when I have finished with the cleaning and you can see
if I have missed anything. I want your mom to be really pleased."
"That is sweet of you, you are the best, really the very best. I am
going to swim, I have not done my laps for today. Ceya SLAVE!"
She said that with a giggle. I did not think she was laughing at me.
I did think she was serious about the slave thing. I do not mind.
In fact I enjoy being her slave. Fate has dealt me the cards I have
always dreamed of holding. I will play out the hand.
