
                 Naturally Demanding

            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 does not know me 
or anyone else. There is nothing that can be done for her. 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 and my grandparents were wonderful to me. Enough 
sad stuff.

I saw this unbelievable Goddess well, Goddesses the day after we moved 
here. I had been working 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 were Goddesses. There was no other word for them. Three 
of them!  At first I  thought they were triplets. They were all the 
same height. All had strawberry blonde hair,all in pony tails. But on 
closer scrutiny I could tell one was older than the other two. The 
younger ones had to be twins. I have never imagined such beauty in the 
flesh. I do not believe they noticed me at all. I stood on the corner 
and watched these three Goddesses walking away. I was mesmerized. I 
could not resist. My legs had a mind of their own and started walking, 
Yeah, I followed them. Their asses were a sight to behold. They were 
barely covered with cute very chic short shorts. I have watched and 
fantasized about pretty girls for years now. I have seen nothing like 
this. I hardly see how they can be from earth! Surely they dropped 
from heaven, if heaven has anything that beautiful. I closed the 
distance and could here them talk and giggle. They had extremely sexy 
voices. The older one, well,I would have been content just to gaze upon 
her beauty and listen to her voice forever. 

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, or any 
work, and 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, 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 then the 
entire families laundry. If she had no sisters I would make some up in 
my world of dreams. My fantasies would take me farther and deeper into 
slavery and degradation for her to the point where I was just an object 
to be used by her for her pleasure. Her use of me would began as minor 
stuff but would always end in my serving her in unspeakable ways. First 
her, then gradually her whole family would share in my humiliation. 
I have cleaned more panties by mouth in my dreams than most Frederick 
Stores sell in a week! I have always known that something must be 
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 to 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! If you come near me again, 
I'll scream!"

I never want to repeat that scene again.

These beautiful Goddesses turned in the sidewalk to their house. It was 
a very beautiful home,large too. Looks like they have a pool in the back,
I mused. The whole back yard is enclosed by a nice tall wood fence. I 
stopped and watched them.

Just before they 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, like wow! Sexy and with a totally beautiful accent.  I was
almost sure it was French. 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.

She, an older sister whom I presumed to be under 30, waved to me. I was 
caught standing there ogling her sister's asses. I waved back and 
quickly walked by without looking anymore. I will have many wet dreams, 
all while awake, about those four. Especially the one near my age. It 
would be easy to imagine either of them as being a total Goddess but 
she is the one I chose to worship in my fantasy dreams where I served 
her in every way that can be imagined by a mind as warped as mine.  
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.  
I would sure love her wet panties in my mouth!

I walked by their house often. I never seen either of them again until 
school started. When School started I knew my special Dream 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 were perfect as a light contrast with her skin.  
I would suck those toes for hours in my dreams. She had an anklet braclet 
on a beautiful slim ankle 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 teacher's the second day.  
Good thing, we were already into assignments. I quickly found 
that this school believed in homework. It appeared to be as easy 
as the one I left though. I was surprised and pleased when I found
that I could take classes that would count for both high school 
and credit hours for college. I looked at her several times in 
each class but I concentrated on schoolwork too. After all my 
being good in the books was 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 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 movie 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 week than I have 
ever done for a girl. Everything she had me doing 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 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 approches her class. They seem to 
know it, she knows it and it appears, 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 three sisters laundry, I did 
their 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 the things she wanted. Even if she made me 
walk 10 spaces behind her.  

She walks with me, and on several ocassions has taken my hand. Yes,
I have held the hand of the schools foremost Goddess. Schools! She 
is the WORLDS foremost Goddess. She is rapidly owning me, she thinks 
I don't know. She quickly started referring 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 am 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, 100% pure Goddess.

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 her's. Not her's as in 
boyfriend, but her's as in property. 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 was 
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 wish I could be so lucky!

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. Her sisters are going to be 
just like her. The same pastry is their favorite too. You must 
be new here. Have you met all her family?"

"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. Looks like one of the girls."

"How many are in her family." I asked.
  
"Dr.Abdellaoui,and their Mom, Monica. The twins, Gillette and Jill, 
and you know Jennifer." He answered. "A remarkable family, in more 
ways than 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, I would give them pastries just to see 
them if I had to do that to get them to come in here. Don't you tell 
them though!"
  
I knew then that the gorgeous creature I saw, whom I first believed 
to be a sister, was their mom. Hard to believe. No wonder they are so 
beautiful. Their mom is a Goddess. Maybe she is the one who fell from 
heaven and mated with a mortal.

"I have seen Jill, Gillette, and Mrs.Abdellaoui at a distance." I said. 

The counter man said.

"The closer you are to them, the better they look. The twins are 
younger but carbon copies of Jennifer."  

I will never forget her 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 ass. 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 and 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 doesn'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 cleaned 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 was 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 true 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 all week. 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. When 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 than 
"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. I had never seen anything like the things she had 
by her bed. They were made especially to allow me better access to her 
intimate parts. I was so clumsy. Hell, I had never eaten a woman's panties
before. I read about it and dreamed of it. Now I was actually eating pussy!
 
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 am glad she had the experience.
Otherwise it would have been a disaster. I want to be the only one to do 
that now though. I am not sure why even 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 lick out 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 and wanted to prolong the sensation as long as I
could. She thought I did not want to lick her ass. Boy was she wrong about 
that!
  
She turned over. It took me a few seconds to start licking her. I had a lot 
of Jennifer's cum in my mouth and it was really gooey. But tasted so good.  
A nother quick swallow and it was a tasty memory. My lick up the crack of 
her ass afforded me the salty taste of her sweat. I will remember that taste
always too. I have tasted sweat before but not like this. I can not describe 
the difference so it must have been in my mind.
  
Then I started to wonder if all girls cum taste like that, or if she taste
that way to me because I loved her so much (infatuated with her). I hoped 
to get the opportunity to taste the cum of her sisters and mom for 
comparison. I had to get my hands on their panties although it is a long 
ways from the same thing.
  
Jennifers panties were good, but her pussy taste thousands of time better! 
Anyway, I inhaled from Jennifers ass. I could smell the unmistakable aroma 
of shit. The aroma was much the same as any shit, but from her ass, it was 
special.  Hey, I know I am a pervert! 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 got my first taste of shit that day. I have tasted worse 
things. I think celery is worse, cabbage smells worse than her ass smelled. 
I savored the taste of her little pucker hole and lovingly licked it. I 
must have done it to her satisfaction. I would clean her house and mow her 
lawn a year for the ecstasy she has given me. So when she suggested,no told
me to go back to work I was ready.

She was staying on the bed. I simply have to eat those panties, her's and 
the rest in the house too, I thought. How am I going to do it if she stays 
up here.

"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 with that 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.

