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.