An Ocean of Misery
Chapter Five
Through the Eyes of Joe
All of my free time was now being spent doing laundry,
cleaning the Lair, and attending classes. Mrs. Wojohowski
told me the next morning if I took in anymore laundry
and cleaning I would have to drop out of school or give
up sleeping. She also told me Donna was her grandaughter.
She said they had had conversations about me. Donna
thought it was really neat how I was doing all that
stuff for the girls basketball team. Donna said she was
washing her own uniforms before you were kind enough to
help her and the girls.
"I told her you would be glad to do all of her laundry.
I knew you would love doing it. She is such a beautiful
girl. She will bring it by this evening after school.
Try to be here so you can tell her how much you
appreciate her allowing you to do it. Young ladies are
sensitive about things like that. They are sensitive
about their bodies and their bodidly discharges. I want
you to put her at ease. Tell her you have been eating
her panties and how much you like them. George and I
have a meeting this afternoon. I do expect you to be a
true gentleman with Donna. Just tell her what I said to
tell her and let her lead. She will tell me everything.
I do not want my grandaughter to be disappointed. Remember
she leads, you follow. Well you best get to school and
put yesterdays clothes back in the girls lockers. They
sure look good. They may not show you Joe, but they do
appreciate what you are doing. Girls can be cruel, and
usually are when they are that age. Just don't pay much
attention to what they say when they are talking about you.
Their smirks, and giggles don't mean they don't like you.
It is just their way of letting you and everyone else know
that they feel superior to you. It is important for them to
feel superior. They are superior, Joe. You must make them
feel more so. Show me you have learned from this conversation
and show my grandaughter how special and superior she is."
Boy, That was a load. It could mean almost anything. I did
not know what was forthcoming. I did not know Donna was any
relation to Mrs. Wojohowski either. Donna's last name was
Smith.
Donna drove up not more than five minutes after I was
left alone. I rushed out to her car to carry her laundry
in the house.
"Hi Joe," she said to me with that large smile. Donna
was pretty I thought. Her mouth was large and when she
smiled you could see a million teeth, top and bottom.
It was one of those smiles that kinda gushed out and hit
you full force. The better you knew her, the prettier she
was. She was a forceful type person, very outspoken. She
had a truly beautiful ass. I thought it was better than
Jennifer Lopez's. Her panties were the ones I always ate
third in order right after the twins. She was fixed up
more today than usual. She was more than pretty. Donna
was a beautiful girl.
"Hi Donna, you look really great! Your grandma told me
you were coming over and bringing me something to do. I
was thrilled when she told me. I am so honored. I will
adore doing the laundry of a beautiful Lady Dragon Fire.
Thank you for thinking of me in such a special way. Is
there anything I can do for you before I start on your
laundry. I came out to carry it in for you."
Usually I am not so talkative to girls. I did not stutter.
Maybe because I had some time to prepare some of what I
was going to say to her.
"You can do my laundry tonight. There is something you can
do. First though, take my laundry inside."
She open the trunk and I got a big basket piled high with dirty
clothes. She was driving her parents Lincoln Town Car. Good
thing, this basket would not have fit in her Miata.
She led the way in the house. That was great. I carried the
clothes basket off to my side and admired her ass. It was
one of those large but perfectly formed derrieres that a
guy would follow anywhere. My dick was hard from my looking
at her ass and thinking about the delish seat covers I had
eaten. I knew I would get to eat some more from this basket.
I took the basket to the laundry room and rushed back out to
her. She was in the dining room.
"Can I get you something, Donna?" I asked, visably awed by her.
She was wearing that superior face that all of the Lady Dragon
Fire basketball girls had when they looked at me.
"Yes, you can do a lot for me. First get me a glass of granny's
ice tea. On the rocks, slave."
The, "slave", was almost as long as the entire sentence. She
was looking straight at me. Her large brown eyes were dancing
with signs of mischief. I handed her a large glass of iced tea.
"Thank you, slave." Donna cooed.
Again the, "slave," was a very long word.
"Slave, hand me the controls and you get on the floor there."
I handed her the tv remote as she pointed to the floor in front
of her. I sat on the floor facing her. She was dark complexioned
and had long sexy legs. Her white shorts and red sleeveless top
accentuated her complexion beautifully.
"On your hands and knees, slave, I need a foot rest. MTV has
this special I want to watch. You can be my little ol foot stool.
Arn't you pleased to do something for me?"
"Yes," I answered as I dropped to my hands and crawled towards
her a little. I was in place before she stopped giggling.
"Ohhh, I do like that! Joe, you are a natural in that position."
She placed both legs on my shoulders, her heels were resting
on my ass. My face was not far from her crotch. That did not
seem to bother her. It bothered me a lot. I was getting a huge
hard on. It started as soon as I seen her and continue to grow
a little with every word she said and every move she made.
She shifted her ass a little and crossed her ankles. Her left
heel was in the crack of my ass and her right leg on top of her
left. Everytime she moved her heel dug in my ass a little bit
more. I watched her face and her crotch. She knew I was staring
at her but did not seemed to mind. It was more like I was
just a piece of furniture. I do not think she would enjoy
wiggling her heels in a piece of furniture's ass though. Her
heels were starting to hurt my ass. I squirmed.
"Hold still slave, foot rest do not move."
She giggled, enjoying her humorous remark. I looked at her
face. She glanced at me for a second. A smile played on her
lips as she squared back up with the tv, putting weight on
her heels which dug in my ass a lot. That hurt. I made noise.
She looked at me, frowned, moved her right leg off of her left
one and brought it down on my ass cheek. That hurt!
"I am watching my show! Shut up!"
She put her right ankle over her left one pretty hard, which
caused me more pain. I made noise again.
"Joe, why are you whimpering?"
"Your heels are hurting me." I said.
"Well stupid, come forward, and my heels will not be in your
ass. If you are that stupid, maybe I best not trust you to
wash my good clothes unsupervised."
I crawled forward. She was making me do just what I wanted.
My face was now only an inch or so from her crotch. Her scent
was familiar to me but stronger than I remembered her panties
being. Somehow it was more arousing now that I was so close
to the real person. I could feel my dick grow and could feel
my tongue get thick. She was intently watching the tv. My
right hand went to my crotch. I was not aware of doing it. It
was involuntary. I was so engrossed in her pussy and the female
scent of her. My tongue went out.
"Joe, JOE, JOE!" She shouted.
I became aware of my actions. I looked at her face. She was
trying vary hard to be stern but the corners of her lips kept
going up and her eyes were sparkling the way they always do
when she is laughing.
"Granny is not going to be pleased when I tell her about your
ur...actions. She is not going to be pleased at all. You are in
serious trouble Joe.....yep, really serious."
I started apologizing. Everything I said only made it seem
worse than it already was. Donna looked sterner with every
sentence. I shut up and looked at her. The corners of her
mouth were twitching.
"Joe, I know what you were thinking. I know where your mind
was. Well forget it. I am telling granny."
"Please don't, Donna, please. I will do anything, anything
at all. Please don't tell her."
"That is, 'Please Princess Donna', to you slave. Well....."
"Please Princess Donna." I said, I was sincere too."
"Slave, go get three pair cotton panties out of the clothes
basket and bring them to me. Hurry!"
I scurried to the laundry, found three cotton panties and
brought them back.
"Put them over your head, slave. Just cover your eyes so you
can not see."
I obeyed her.
"Now slave, if you move those panties, no amount of begging
is going to keep me from telling. I may even say you tried to
rape me. Judge Abreu is very close to me as well as being my
uncle."
"Yes Princess Donna, I will do anything you say."
Uncle, no one's family tree forks in this town, not any of the
elite anyway. How do I keep getting myself in these situations
I wondered. This is the story of my life. I have never really
done anything but I am always in trouble.
I heard the same rustle of clothing I heard with Coach Hughes.
I knew what was about to happen. I was going to enjoy this.
Donna was a real doll.
"Bring that head forward Joe." She said as she placed her hands
on my neck and head. she pulled me right up against her crotch.
I could smell her scent. It was stronger than Coach Hughes. It
was the strongest feminine odor I have ever experienced. It was
wet to.
"Joe, eat me, dummy! Eat me good. Swallow everything. Tell me
how good it smells, how good it taste, tell me Joe."
I started licking her. The taste was strange. So strong. I was
delighted to go down on Donna but this taste was not good. I
wish I could see. Could her and her grandma pulled a switch
on me. Uhgg, that would be awful. I could feel my dick go limp
in spite of my licking pussy. I had an idea.
"Princess Donna, would you please squeeze my face with your
beautiful thighs. I want to feel the pressure of your legs on
my face."
"I like to be eaten with my legs spread just the way they are."
I heard her snicker. Omg, what if I am eating out Mrs. Wojohowski?
The voice came from the right position though. I swallowed. No
wonder the odor was so bad. That was blood. Donna is having her
period and I am swallowing her menzes. It was awful. The flow
continued now mixed with cum. I wish there had been a lot more
cum and a lot less menstrual discharge. If you have never eaten
out a girl during her period, don't! This tasted worse than shit.
Finally her body shuddered. I continued to lick and swallow. The
cum mixture was heavier now but there was still that awful taste
mixed in too. in spite of the awful taste, I was relieved to know
it was Donna and not her grandma.
"Slave that is only part of what I am doing to you. I have got
to pee. I am not missing any more of my show because of you and
your perverted problems. Get your mouth tight over my pussy and
don't you let one drop escape. Have you ever drink a girl's pee?"
She giggled when she asked that and never expected an answer. She
was just humilating me for her pleasure. She is the main one Mrs.
Wojohowski was telling me about. I bet the old lady knew this was
going to happen.
I pressed my open mouth over her pussy and she started to piss.
Her piss was a lot stronger than the mixture of water and piss I
had collected through a straw out of the girls toilet. Also the
ever taste of menstrual flow was present. This was not going as
I fantasized. This was not at all pleasurable for me. Donna, on
the other hand was having a blast. She would piss and stop, piss
and stop. She quit after the longest time. My stomach was churning.
Is it any wonder considering what had entered it.
"Lay your head down on the recliner. Yep, like that."
Omg, was she going to do what I thought she was going to do. Yeah
she was. I could smell shit just a second before her asshole settled
over my mouth.
"No, please Princess. I can't do this."
"Shut up! No, don't shut up, open up, your mouth that is. Just
don't talk. Your mouth was made to be used. See how nicely it fits
over my asshole. I hope you like the taste of shit!"
She was laughing, laughing. I could not believe that. Has she done
degrading things to people before? She had to, when? She is just
sixteen. A fart exploded in my mouth.
"Inhale you worm. If I smell anything I am punching you in the stomach
with my fist."
I inhaled, my lungs burned, my throat even burned. It was awful.
I thought nothing could be worse than this. In a couple more seconds
I knew I was wrong. I felt it push against my mouth. I knew what
it was. I pushed my tongue against the side of it. The turd was
crushed against the roof of my mouth. My taste buds rebelled. I
still managed to swallow. She kept shitting in my mouth like I was
only a commode. She was laughing. I do not know if she was finding
my predictment amusing or if her tv show was that funny. One thing
for sure, my plight was not upsetting her.
She finished. I ran my tongue up inside her ass hole, why not. It
could not be any worse. After what I have been used for, nothing can
be worse. I heard her dialing her phone.
"Hi granny, I am leaving now. I have homework to do yet tonight.
I feel really good, yeah, just like a Princess. Yeah, Joe gave
me the royal treatment. Bye, I love you."
Donna was laughing, not giggling, but laughing!
"Joe, this is a small town, Coach Hughes is my aunt. I will
be seeing a lot of you. You can take my panties off your face
now."
She was really laughing like she had just heard a funny joke.
I pulled her panties off my head and looked at her. I could
not meet her gaze, not after what she had just used me for.
"Look at me."
I raised my eyes to meet her's, she was so beautiful. No matter
what she had done to me, she was still beautiful.
"Still think I am a Princess, Toilet?"
She said, "Toilet," the same way she had said, "slave", earlier.
I told the truth. "Yes Princess Donna, you are a Princess, the
most beautiful Princess I have ever known."
She threw back her head and laughted at me.
"Ohhhh Joe, can you imagine what the Lady Dragon Fires will do
to you if I tell them about this evening!"
Donna wrinkled her pretty face. She put her hand up, pinched her
nose, shook her head and said, "ooooh".
She walked to the door, stopped, turned and said. "Still like my
ass, loser?"
I could hear her laughter all the way to the car. I was sick.
I barely made it to the bathroom. I knelt to the porcelain god
and puked my insides out. I was puking when Mrs. Wojohowski
walked in.
"Couldn't you at least turn on the fan. I will expect that to
be cleaned Joe. Why are you sick? Did you eat something that
did not agree with you?"
I could not answer, I was to busy vomiting. I know I heard her
laugh under her breath as she walked out.
