WARNING – Adult story with strong sexual content.
AUTHOR NOTES – the strong sexual content of this chapter is to illustrate Jodie’s sense of power she has, not just over men, but anyone. And this sense of power, both physical strength and sexuality femininity is what is explored in Day 34.
Jodie felt a twinge of regret. The rage she first felt when she overheard Cindy Waterton spreading shit about her had subsided. Jodie knew she was just jealous. But Cindy spreading nasty little lies about her to her friends sent Jodie into a blind fury. She had dark thoughts about what she could do to Cindy. About how she could humiliate her, and how she had the power to completely destroy her life.
The problem was, that wasn’t how Supergirl behaved. She had to rise above it. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t exact some revenge, albeit in private.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the hand tugging at her top. She smiled and pulled down the neckline of her little stretchy white top that was already out of symmetry. Her succulent left boob popped out. Her bra was already off of course, and she closed her eyes as she felt her nipples hardening in the exposed air.
She was aroused.
Jodie sat on the kitchen counter. She leaned back so that she could stretch out one of her legs to allow her partner that afternoon to worship the tight wet-look leggings. He was completely transfixed by the shiny material as he ran his hands slowly along the smooth material, feeling the contours of her gorgeous long legs.
He’d already done the feet thing, which she was finding less weird. And she was actually coming round to enjoying a man worshiping her dainty little feet and orally stimulating her toes.
But he was also clearly a boob man. Most were, and Jodie encouraged him to turn his attention from in-between her legs to her boobs. He complied, and he finished kissing the spandex material inside her thighs, up onto her hard abdomen, before latching onto her erect nipple.
Her wet-look legs wrapped about him and pulled him closer whilst he concentrated on generously licking and sucking on her left tit.
Jodie opened her eyes and looked down at Mr Waterton, Cindy’s father.
She knew it was wrong. And of course she could back out at any time. And yes, initially it was just to get back at Cindy for being a complete bitch. But even if she did fuck Cindy’s father, she wasn’t vindictive enough to tell her.
The real reason she admitted to herself was that she was enjoying her time with Cindy’s father. She looked down at her chest and watched Cindy’s 50-year old father sucking on her nipple, gently kneading her other boob. He was good.
And he clearly wanted it. He was completely and utterly mesmerised by her. And of course he would be: he was fifty and she was eighteen. It had been over thirty years since he’d even touched a body like hers, yet alone been given permission to caress it, to grope it, to kiss it.
And of course she was unlike any other girl he’d seen. He, like all the middle-aged fathers picking up their kids, had become infatuated by her from a distance. And like so many of those men he wore dark sunglasses so he could stare at her without retribution.
The other girls, his daughter included, looked like kids, which made Jodie stand out even more. Her busty, bikini-cum-fitness model figure had fueled the fantasies of the men and boys at the college. He knew her wardrobe. It was extensive, sure, but he knew it. And he looked forward to every day he’d drop off his daughter to see what Jodie was wearing. And he was never ever disappointed. Whether she was wearing leggings, or tight jeans, or a short little skirt, he fantasised about her legs. Especially when she wore those little black knee high boots. And depending on the weather, he was accurate in predicting what top she’d wear. One of her staples was a little skin-tight top which made her boobs achingly inviting. She’d always cover up with a jacket or blazer of course. But there were times that she’d just worn a little tight crop-top and he’d have to rush back to the car before he stiffened in public like a teenager.
Right now, his cock was harder than it’d been in a decade. Even harder than when he took Viagra to perform on his ageing wife.
This wasn’t lost on Jodie. She knew from experience that he’d be close to shooting his load before she’d even taken off all her clothes. It was cute.
The Maid of Might opened her eyes and gently pulled Victor away from her boob.
“Remind me, what did I promise you when we sat in your car Mr Waterton?”
Victor couldn’t decide whether he liked her calling him Mr Waterton. But right now, she could call him anything she damn pleased.
“You, er said, that er… “. He was a little embarrassed to repeat what she’d said to him.
“You said that” he continued gingerly, “that you wanted me to cum all over your tits”.
Victor wasn’t the alpha male, taking control of this situation, and taking control of her. And she knew very well that the way she looked and her extraordinary body compounded his shyness.
But she liked it. She liked being in control. And she nodded to Victor: yes, she wanted Victor to blast his load all over her.
Jodie took his thick hand, and she slowly selected his index finger and sensuously inserted it into her mouth. He fell into a kind of trance as Jodie closed her gorgeous plump lips around his finger and sucked gently, caressing with her tongue.
“How about” she said licking the underside of his finger “I give you a choice…”
Jodie reinserted his finger into her mouth and back out again.
“… you can each shoot your dirty load all over my tits or my face. Or…”
She inserted and pulled back out again.
“… I swallow every last bit of whatever comes out of your balls.”
Victor was still processing when Jodie jumped off the kitchen unit, crossed her arms and pulled her top up and over her head.
She stood completely topless, wearing just her wet-look leggings which she was happy to admit were a little damp in the gusset.
Instead of marveling at her perfect tits, Victor suddenly felt a little exposed as his cock protruded horizontally through his pants. But that ended quickly once Jodie ripped out his belt and pulled his fly down with such ferocity that his pants ripped apart, allowing his cock to spring into the air.
Before he could protest, Jodie pushed him up against the opposite side of the kitchen, was down on her knees, and slid his impressive manhood into her succulent mouth.
Victor would have cum right then as her tongue rolled against the end of his glands if it weren’t for her strong grip on the base of his shaft. And whilst this trick, completely necessary for her especially, worked at first, it wouldn’t hold him forever. She was too good at giving head.
Mr Waterton closed his eyes, trying desperately not to ejaculate prematurely, but he wanted to see her. He wanted to see her on her knees, taking in his entire manhood like she was expertly doing. As soon as he looked down, he lost control. But Jodie knew it was coming.
“Shoot or swallow?” she panted
Fuck! He didn’t know!!
“Shoot” he blurted out. “On your face”
He suddenly thought of the mess.
Jodie took one final mouthful of his cock before pulling it out and holding it up in the direction of her face.
She was impressed with the volume of cum that shot onto her face, showering her petit manicured features with spurts of salty semen.
He of course howled in ecstasy, her hand still around his pulsating penis until there was nothing left in his sack.
“I’m so sorry” he cried panting.
Jodie stayed on her knees. She knew that he’d want to see her down there, soaked with cum.
“No apology needed” she giggled, wiping the semen onto her fingers and licking it off. She still had hold of Victor’s cock, and she knew he’d be ready in another ten minutes or so.
Victor was still panting heavily and showing signs of his age. But she wasn’t done with him yet.
The sultry brunette stood up, still wiping up and swallowing his ejaculation. He’d never known anything like her in his life. She was completely insatiable.
“I haven’t finished with you yet” she whispered. Jodie stepped into him and took both his hands and gently laid his palms on her naked waist.
She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. A long sensual kiss, opening his mouth with hers, and inserting a gentle tongue. Victor hadn’t kissed this way since… well… a long time.
His hands felt her silky smooth waist as she pulled her lips away and turned so her butt leaned into his crotch and he looked down on her beautiful neck.
The teenager took hold of his hands and guided them up the side of her torso to her breasts, and motioned for him to massage her glorious mammaries.
“Kiss my neck” she whispered softly, gently gyrating her butt into his groin which was showing promising signs.
Mr Waterton kissed her neck and shoulders, prompting the teenager to groan with pleasure. She took one of his hands and guided him round to her impressive abdomen and then down underneath her wet-look leggings.
Victor concentrated on kissing her beautiful soft skin, but couldn’t ignore his hand down inside her panties, feeling her pubic bone, his fingers touching the little landing strip, just a fingers width from entering her.
Jodie pulled away suddenly and turned to face him.
She was comfortable with silence as they looked at each other. He was less so, trying to maintain eye contact when every fibre of him wanted to gaze at her topless body.
Jodie smiled. The kind of flirtatious smile that all men loved, and lightly bit her bottom lip.
“I hope you’re good at giving head” she whispered taking his hand and leading him out of the kitchen.
Jodie knew which room it was and she led a compliant Victor through his house to Cindy’s bedroom.
“We can’t go in there” said Victor, looking at Cindy’s nameplate on the door.
“We’re going in there Mr Waterton” said Jodie without looking at him, twisting the handle.
Victor pulled Jodie back forcefully.
“We are NOT going into Cindy’s room” he spluttered. “That’s downright wrong, you hear me”.
Jodie smiled and turned to face him, still topless. She was a couple of inches shorter than Victor, and of course she wasn’t big or fat. But she knew she intimidated men. Even without them knowing she was Supergirl, she knew that her beauty, her body, her boobs, and everything about her intimated most men. She knew that when men saw the muscle rippling underneath her feminine stomach, and her strong shapely legs that she must work out.
She knew that Victor was intimidated by her on every level. Her incredible beauty, her body, her strength and posture, her youth, and now her sexual prowess. She knew she wouldn’t have to use any super strength to get what she really wanted.
“Listen to me” she said firmly, taking his hand again. “You are going to lie on your back in that bedroom” she said nodding to Cindy’s room. “I’m going to sit on your face and you are going to give me the best fucking head I’ve ever had. Is that clear?”
Victor nodded involuntarily.
“When I’m done, you’re going to get that big fucking cock of yours, and you’re going to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone in your life.”
Victor was stiffening a little.
Jodie opened the door and pulled Mr Wateron into his eldest daughter’s bedroom.
She wasted no time in sitting sensuously in Cindy’s reading chair, leaning back, and extending her left leg out into the air.
“Take off my leggings” she commanded.
It was wrong. So so wrong. But what could he do? He was mindful enough took look around for Cindy’s laptop and webcam, but he was unashamedly distracted by Jodie laying on the chair topless, her incredibly long legs extended out into the air.
He took hold of the tight material around her ankles and pulled it towards him. It was so tight. But Jodie wriggled her butt and slowly the material slid off her legs, and he continued to take off the right leg.
She was still seated, lying in a comfortable position, her boobs sat perfectly on her chest, and her nipples hardened and protruded a little in anticipation of what was to come next. Victor maintained eye contact with Jodie, as she teased him knowing he was using every ounce of willpower not to stare at her body.
Jodie stretched out one of her long tanned legs and rested it on the desk unit in front of her.
“Its okay” she giggled softly. “You can look at it”.
When she meant “it” she meant her crotch that she knew he was aching to look at. And Jodie helped him by keeping one leg outstretched on the desk unit and pulling her other foot towards her and bending her knee.
He stared at her little pink satin panties that stretched over her pubic bone, so much so he could see the outline of her lips.
The hot pink satin had begun to darken as her moist vaginal juices had seeped onto the material.
It gave him an instant ego boost. This girl, this beautiful young woman wanted him. He turned her on so much that he made her panties damp.
“Lie down on the bed” she commanded.
He’d completely forgotten whose bed it was.
Once Victor was lain down on the bed, facing up, Jodie got up. She’d spotted a pair of Cindy’s black heels, and whilst Victor adjusted himself, she slipped them on.
Mr Waterton craned his head to watch Jodie walk over to the bed, and she helped him by walking around the bed to his feet and stepping onto the bed, allowing him to see her in all her majestic glory.
The eighteen year old pulled down her stained hot pink panties, bending at the waist and allowing them to drop to her ankles, and stepping out of them in her heels.
Victor was lost in a world of anticipation, but was finally rewarded as Jodie stood over Mr Waterton on the bed and got down onto her knees. His head was in-between her legs, and without a word, Jodie lowered herself onto Victor’s face.
The 50 year old performed unexpectedly well, and soon Jodie was moving rhythmically, enjoying Victor’s work, kneading her boobs which sent waves of pleasure around her body.
After just a few minutes Jodie groaned softly, knowing that she was arriving. A minute more of Victor licking out her pussy would result in her cumming too soon, and so mid-cycle Jodie lifted her underside off Victor’s face.
She transitioned from all fours to being on her knees, and gracefully got off the bed.
Victor looked up, concerned he’d done something wrong. He rolled over and saw Jodie already walking across to the other side of Cindy’s room.
“I’m sorry, is there something…” he was cut off.
“Stop talking and get over here” she commanded.
He rolled off the heavily quilted bed and stood up. Jodie was naked with the exception of some exquisite heels, standing beside Cindy’s dressing table. She’d turned the chair around.
“Sit here” Jodie said softly. Victor did what he was told.
“Take off your pants” she said impatiently, causing Victor to hurriedly stand up and drop his ripped pants and sit back down again.
It was an odd scene. Victor sat on an upright chair, shirt on, pants down, still wearing his socks, like he was taking a shit. And Jodie stood over him in all her naked glory wearing just her friend’s – and Victor’s daughters’ – black high heels which made her legs look even more incredible than they already were.
Jodie didn’t want to lose any momentum from Victor’s oral handiwork and so she took a step inside Victor’s legs and ran his hands up her legs and thighs, culminating in him clenching her buttocks and pulling her pussy in towards his face.
But the Maid of Might wanted more. And she wanted to be finished off. She stepped back, and straddled his legs, sitting on his knees, her long legs stretching out to either side of him. Jodie took a firm grip of his penis which had regained the same prowess that it’d displayed in the kitchen, and softly and gently Jodie guided his thick wet glans inside her.
Victor of course felt the same premature pressure as he had before, but again Jodie clenched his shaft firmly allowing him to enter deep inside her.
And she was tight. It’d been a while of course. And his wife had given them four children. But he couldn’t remember any girl being this tight before.
Jodie shoved her big succulent tits into his face, and his hands naturally found themselves grabbing her butt as the eighteen year old began rhythmically moving herself along his shaft.
She knew she wouldn’t last long. He’d probably outlast her by a few seconds she thought. But her lustful thoughts, and groans of pleasure were interrupted by a noise outside.
The car was still quite a long way down the road, but being such a quiet road, she figured it may be Victor’s wife, or maybe even Cindy. As Mr Waterton lost himself in her boobs, Jodie used her x-ray vision to look out onto the street. It was Mrs Waterton.
Jodie reckoned she had 30 seconds until the car was on the drive and Mr Waterton will hear his wife with his un-super ears.
She closed her eyes and widened her legs, taking Victor even deeper inside of her. The eighteen year old also quickened her rhythm, grinding on Victor’s manhood, loosening her grip around his shaft meaning that he instantly began to feel for a climax.
“Harder” she demanded of him, even though she was in control. “Harder”.
Victor took his head out of her boobs and closed his eyes, willing this to continue despite the welling up of pressure, and despite Jodie’s hips gyrating rhythmically on his crotch.
Jodie heard the car mount the driveway, and a split second later Victor heard the familiar sound of his family car. But it was too late, and although she tried her hardest, Jodie let out a primeval groan as her body orgasmed uncontrollably for a second or two. Victor had no choice either, and even as his wife opened the drivers door, he shot his load for the second time that day and his fifty year old body shuddered as he experienced his most intense orgasm for decades.
“Fuck!” Victor shouted.
Jodie was already off him and walking towards the door.
“Where the fuck are you going?” he spluttered.
“My handbag, bra, top and shoes are all in the kitchen” she whispered.
“Fuck fuck fuck” he exclaimed. He held up the remains of his torn pants. “Fuck”.
Jodie used her super speed to get to the kitchen and back to Cindy’s bedroom before Mrs Waterton entered the house. She used her x-ray vision to see that she was getting the groceries out of the car anyway so she had plenty of time.
Victor was running into the bathroom and far too busy trying to make it look like he was about to take or come out of a shower to notice that Jodie had all her stuff in just a few seconds.
“How is my wife not going to see you?” said Victor panicking. “Shit, we’re going to get caught. I’m going to get caught. I’ll be ruined”.
“Shh” Jodie whispered as she heard the key go into the front door. “I’ll shimmy down a drain pipe or something. Your wife will not see me, I promise”.
Victor was watching her in just her panties, putting on her bra.
“You just look after yourself, and make sure that you clean up all the cum and fluids in Cindy’s bedroom and bed sheets.”
“Shit!!!!” The guilt descended upon him fast. He just fucked one of Cindy’s best friends, in Cindy’s bed.
He looked up. Jodie had dressed herself quickly.
She knew that Mrs Waterton had gone back out to the car to collect another bag.
Jodie leaned into his naked body, careful to ensure his dick didn’t wipe seamen onto her leggings. She kissed him again. Not a peck on the cheek or even the lips, but a full on kiss with tongues. He had no choice but to reciprocate, and even given that his wife was in the house, he let his hands wander over Jodie’s legs and butt, savouring and trying to commit to memory the feel of the material over the contours of her perfect body.
“Vic? You home?”
“Shit!” Victor pulled away.
Jodie kissed the old man one more time and disappeared quietly into Cindy’s room and closed the door behind her.
Mrs Waterton came up the stairs and found her husband in a gown with a massive boner sticking out the front.
“Oh Victor” she said disappointingly.
Victor looked down at his dick poking horizontally out through the gown.
“Have you been taking those pills again? You know it’s not Saturday.”
Victor soaked up the embarrassment. Getting caught masturbating at fifty years old was something he’d take on the chin, given the alternative. He just prayed that Jean or Cindy didn’t go into Cindy’s room before he was able to clean up any mess. But luckily for him, he needn’t have worried. Jodie took just a few seconds as Supergirl to tidy the room and clean up any seamen or vaginal juice. He hoped that Victor had the sense to have the bed sheets washed.
As Jean ribbed Victor about his boner, Jodie opened Cindy’s window and stepped outside. Of course she didn’t fall, she simply levitated in midair, closing the window from outside.
She smiled. She’d had fun. And whilst the last hour would live with Mr Waterton until his final breath, for Jodie it was an hour of pleasure to enjoy her sexual dominance over her partner. Where Mr Waterton would be consumed by guilt in cheating on his wife, with his daughter’s friend, on his daughter’s own bed, Jodie felt nothing. Victor would forever be fearful that Jodie blackmailed him with the threat of his wife and children finding out. But that wasn’t her game – she could have anything she wanted at any time. Mr Waterton and Cindy were just a blip on her map.
Anyone looking at the Waterton’s house in that split second would have seen a sliver of piercing light as Jodie transformed into her Supergirl costume. She glanced at her reflection in the window and smiled, adjusting her long blonde hair slightly.
She’d heard a cry for help downtown about three minutes ago. It sounded like a woman being attacked, so there was time.
The Maid of Might looked up into the sky, and in a blur the teenager shot up into the sky.