Blue Bolt Falls to Honeyed Boobs

Sharon Johnson knew she was different when she was 6 years old, growing up in the run down, cockroach infested projects of Philadelphia.  

She remembered the day her unique qualities began to manifest them selves when that strange very heavy truck drove down the street where she and her best friend Sammy were jumping rope on the street. The truck was covered with thick armored plating and the tires looked to be twice as wide as a regular truck tire. The truck hit a deep pothole and with a clang the back door of the truck flew open that strange metal container dropped out and cracked open bathing the little girl in a deep green light which made her feel odd. The truck stopped a half a block further down the street and began to back up at high speed.

Afraid that they would be accused of trying to steal whatever was in the container, Sharon and her friend ducked down a narrow alley and disappeared into the unfriendly depths of the dangerous neighborhood.

Getting home late, Sharon knew she was in trouble as her mother was a strict disciplinarian and pleaded with her mother that it would not happen again when the hard calloused hand collided with her  small dark skinned cheek. She was completely surprised when she felt no pain or discomfort at all. Her mother was surprised too and repeated her slap, only much harder. Again Sharon felt no pain or dizziness at all, and looked at her mother curiously. Astounded her mother sent her to the closet she used as a room and was told to wait till her father came home.

Her father a big bear of a man, beat her with his belt till he was panting for breath and still the little girl felt no pain and took no damage from the beating. Not a cut or a bruise, not even a little irritation did her perfect deep brown skin show. 

Sharon did very well in school, working hard and was accepted into Temple University. All through her growing up, she hid her "condition". She could feel most other sensations on her skin except for pain. She had a few boyfriends through high school, and in college she had a few passionate interludes with a blond, buxom girlfriend.  Sharon discovered that she was extremely sensitive to sexual stimulation. She easily reached orgasm and she orgasmed hard, long with many world shaking tremors and convulsions before they eased off.  Her powerful orgasms left her dizzy, groggy, breathless and exhausted. She could cum if her breasts or nipples were stimulated. A single orgasm drained most of her strength and power. A second orgasm left her barely able to move. A third would leave her completely dazed, semi-conscious, saliva dribbling from her  slack jaw, her pink tongue lolling out. Once in college at a mixer, Sharon was seduced by a mighty cocked accounting student. As she squirted cum in the throes of her first orgasm, the big boobed girlfriend of the stud leaped out from the bathroom and began to double team the drained Sharon. Long after she was fucked out cold the couple continued to screw, using her curvacious body as a mattress. She woke up the following afternoon, alone, naked and covered in cum. For Sharon, sex was her drug of choice, but pain and body damage was a stranger to her.

The gorgeous young black beauty began to understand more one night when her car broke down in north Philly and she got jumped by two men walking to a gas station to ask for help. The one well-muscled man walked up to and asked for the time. As she backed away, she felt something behind her strike her head. Looking around she saw another powerfully built man staring at her in wild disbelief, holding a three foot long iron bar. As fear seized Sharon, she felt a warm powerful flush fill her body. She felt the first man wrap his arm around her, trapping her arms to her sides while the man with the iron bar swing it like a baseball bat and aiming for a home run. The heavy bar slammed against the side of her head leaving her completely unhurt but in a fury. Throwing her head back she heard a loud CRACK! as the back of her head flattened her captor nose. With a cry of pain he released her and Sharon's fists and feet went to work. 

The fight lasted only a few minutes, the thugs landed powerful punches that would have laid out a heavy weight boxer and the two or three blows from the iron bar would have killed an ox. Sharon barely felt them.  She felt stronger than she had ever felt in her life. A few well placed kicks and punches thrown by the beautiful but untrained Sharon, left  her inept, impotent antagonists laying unconscious in an alley. She dragged them to the nearest police station.

Captain Honey Goodthighs, chief of police and head of the station was an exceptional woman in all ways. Powerfully build and incredibly beautiful, she had huge breasts and radiated sex and sensual appeal. But Honey Goodthighs was much more than just a sexy woman. A fighter of superior talent and skill, highly intelligent and an astute politician, she quickly rose in rank from a street cop to head the police presence in the largest troubled area in the city. Within 6 months assaults, robberies, drugs and the murder rate went down an average of 70 percent, astounding state and federal authorities.

Dumping her KOed assailants at the station, Sharon was about to walk out when the strong and sexy captain asked if she would fill out a complaint. She went weak in the knees when Honey Goodthighs walked her into the tiny office and took her report. The sexy cop had to repeat just about every question to the dazed young beauty, who sat like she had been pole-axed. Sharon looked glassy eyed and thoroughly distracted at the spectacular blond  beauty, falling under the spell of her palpable sex appeal and sensual power. Vivid imagined, visions, smells and sounds of the powerful, confident buxom, leggy cop, masterfully making her cum like a fountain made the whole interview very dreamlike for the powerful black beauty. Her tight jeans hid the wet ejaculation and Sharon, awkwardly and embarassed, quickly signed the papers and fled sexy cop's presence. 

Sharon decided that she could be a force of good in her neighborhood and throughout the city. But to protect her mother and two sisters she would have to fight in disguise.  She created a battle suit that would allow her to use her natural gymnastic abilities and massive strength. She wore a coral blue web bra covered with a bikini top and a matching thong which was covered, barely, by micro booty shorts that barely covered her round, firm ass and shaved pussy.  The outline of Blue Bolt's cameltoe was luciously outlined. A matching mask a red, well equipped utility belt, and matching coral blue mid thigh boots completed the battle gear. Sharon cut her ass long hair into a short, cute bob to rid herself of a grab point for villains. She called herself, Blue Bolt. Looking at herself, in her gear for the first time, Blue Bolt nodded approvingly. Sexy, very sexy, practical, she could move easily and strike with full power with all her limbs with incredible speed.  Her boobs were smaller than most heroines and superheroines she knew, but they were firm, round, very sexy and unlikely to be a major target for the fists or weapons of a villain, not that it would affect Blue Bolt anyway.  One week later she was breaking up a armoured car robbery by a supervillain named Sargent Smash and his gang of thugs. The massively muscled villain tore a parking meter out of the concrete sidewalk and hit Blue Bolt so hard with it, that she was knocked through the brick wall of a pawnshop across the street. In seconds she came leaping out of the hole in the destroyed wall and began methodically taking the gang apart. The three men and two women fell to her powerful kicks and punches. As she was dealing with Smash's thugs, the supervillain crept behind Blue Bolt and drop kicked her between her powerful, curvacious thighs. Flying up 20 feet, Blue Bolt slammed into a massive overhanging sign which stopped her upward flight. Dropping to the ground the beautiful black superheroine got up, shook her head to clear the cobwebs, amazed that she felt no pain at all in her crotch.  Seeing the equally surprised Sergeant Smash run at her, huge fists clenched, Blue Bolt yanked a round object from her belt and tried out a weapon she created she called a "powerball" which she threw at the powerful supervillain. The slammed into the huge villain's crotch and exploded in a small but devastating sphere of electric and concussive power, slamming the supervillain into steel girders of a construction site a block away. The awesome punishment stunned the villainous Sargent Smash and gave Blue Bolt the opportunity to slam the tough villain around till he was so groggy he was helpless. A crushing round house kick to his chin toppled the man mountain, knocking him out cold. Tossing all the KOed villains into the opened door armoured car and making sure the incapacitated guards were taken care of, Blue Bolt drove the car to the police station where she was met by Captain Goodthighs. After the prisoners were secured, the gorgeous, huge breasted cop and Blue Bolt stood in the officer's tiny office, deliciously close together. Blue Bolt was again feeling so hot and turned on just basking in the presence of the super sexy cop, just inches away. Her pussy began to drip.

"What may I call you?" the beautiful cop asked.

"I am Blue Bolt," answered Sharon looking at Honey Goodthighs directly in the eyes, exerting a herculean effort, she felt like she was about to pass out from the pent-up passion. "It is my mission to help you clean up the crime here in Philadelphia." Her voice was quivering and weakening. She began to feel hot all over. In her mind she was trying to decide if she would prefer asking the buxom, platinum blond police officer or be taken by her. She was trying unsuccessful to stop her silent sexual fantasies with Captain Goodthighs. 

"Normally, I would tell you to stay out of police business and warn you that I will arrest you if you actively interfere in police activities", the stern looking blond bombshell said her arms folded under her magnificent bust. "Your little fist fight damaged some city property. However I have a hunch it wouldn't stop you. Besides perhaps you could be of some help. . . uh Blue Bolt?"

"Yes, Captain Goodthighs?" Sharon sighed trying to keep her voice calm and controlled.

"Are you. . .uh. . excited?" the beautiful cop asked, her eyebrow raised as she nodded down toward Blue Bolt's lower body.

Two dribbles of her very personal liquid were making their ways down Blue Bolt's powerful and shapely thighs, a distinct moist stain was embarrassingly obvious at the cleft of her coral blue booty shorts, around her groin. The delicious aroma left no doubt, whatsoever what the liquid was or where it came from. Blue bolt was also suddenly aware that her nipples were erect, almost visible and hard as diamond chips, pressing hard against her gauzy, web bra.

"That is. . uh. . emm. . battle lust," stuttered Blue Bolt, her face feeling red hot. She wanted to sink through the floor. " I must be going officer Goodthighs, I have a. . . uh. . an emergency to attend to." Blue Bolt desperately started for the door.

"Yeeess, I see." said the powerful and beautiful captain. "Oh, Blue Bolt!" she called out as the young superheroine was about to dash out the door. Frozen still, the young, black super beauty turned to face smiling captain, her own face an ill disguised look of fear, embarrassment and shock, despite the blue mask. "You're a cutie." the super sexy cop whispered with a wink of her eye.

An unbidden moan escaped Blue Bolt's full, moist lips and she flung herself out the door and raced to the refuge of the dark shadowed alleys. She traveled through the labyrinth of the city till she was exhausted. In the inky, black of an abandoned cellar, she thought about Officer Sexy's last statement and slowly a smile spread across her face.

The following weeks Blue Bolt captured a dozen thieves, robbers, rapists, drug dealers. She would bring all her prisoners to Captain Goodthigh's precinct headquarters. The beautiful black superheroine's interactions with the sizzling hot, buxom became warmer and more intimate, much more intimate. From respectful handshakes to lingering hand holding. From a friendly arm around the shoulder to both arms around the waist. To say that Blue Bolt was smitten was an understatement. 

One warm summer evening, when Blue Bolt brought in a particularly vicious trio of bank robbers. Captain Goodthighs requested that the victorious, young superheroine come into her private office for a commendation. Just seeing the powerful, huge boobed police captain made Blue Bolt a little dizzy and weak in the knees. Entering the office, the black, super beauty was nervously trying to not look at the stunning officer, whose crisp uniform shirt was, as usual straining mightily to contain her firm, round 42 inch triple D breasts, except in the hot office, the top three buttons were unfastened and showed a tremendously generous view of the mighty, mountainous mams.

The warm air in the small room was filled with the most delicious, sensual aroma that Blue Bolt had ever experienced. She could feel a white hot passion ignite deep in her loins and in her full, firm breasts.  "Congratulations Blue Bolt on your excellent work." The super sexy police woman rose from her desk and crossed to the young, superheroine, a ribbon on which hung a metal, was suspended in her hand. Captain Honey Goodthighs stood inches away as she hung the ribbon around Blue Bolt's neck. "Thank you Cap. .mmmhh!

Captain Goodthighs full moist lips locked on to Blue Bolt's startled lips cushioning them and with almost a blast of passion, dazing the gorgeous, young, black superheroine.

Within seconds Blue Bolt felt every single erotic nerve in her young body teased and caressed and activated in the most powerful way. Captain Goodthighs every finger, tongue, lips, toes found erogenous zones that the staggered the rookie superheroine. The super sensual cop seemed to be able to bring Blue Bolt right up to the teetering edge of one of her huge orgasms, but then ease her off, without reducing her sexual excitement. 

Blue Bolt had no idea when this happened but she suddenly realized that her boots, booty shorts, bikini top were gone and the super sexy Captain Goodthighs was clad in a tiny golden bikini top and matching thong bottom. They were tribbing heavily as the big bosomed cop worked Blue Bolt's boobs, lightly scratching and teasing her nipples with her incredibly talented hands and her lips were dealing sensual ecstasy to the  superheroine's lips, neck and ears.  Blue Bolt had never, ever been so sexually excited or so controlled. She was a passion driven locomotive and Captain Goodthighs was the engineer, stoking her fires high and higher, faster and faster and guiding her into the mountain side that was  her orgasm. Blue Bolt was in the hands of a sexual master, unaware of the danger.

Blue Bolt though she would have a heart attack when the super sensualist finally drove her over the edge to a once in a life time thunder-orgasm. She felt like she was in the center of an atomic explosion of total ecstasy. She felt her whole body cum and cum and cum and cum. She blacked out and still she felt enveloped in a heavy blanket of sensual heaven, her body gouting cum again and again. Finally the world went still, black and totally peaceful.

Her eyes opened to view a very blurry image of the incredibly sexy, bikinied Captain Goodthighs who appeared surprised. She carried a set of test tubes that seemed to carried a variety of fluids and tissue samples. Blue Bold lay a puddle of her own delicious cum, powerless, unable to move a muscle and barely conscious. She was helpless and still unaware that she was losing a battle with a dangerous foe.

"My, my aren't you the little sex slut, darling!" said the super sex beauty as she knelt down and kissed the exhausted and helpless, sex bombed Blue Bolt. "let's see if my "girls" can take care of you."  Freeing her massive mams and leaning over to caress, and stroke Blue Bolt's pussy under her blue thong. Any thought of resistance crumbled as sensually powered hands switched on the rookie superheroine's libido once again.  

 As Blue Bolt once again fell under the sensual power of Captain Goodthighs, the super sensualists huge, heavy boobs rested across the weak and groggy superheroine's face. As she roared towards another orgasm, Blue Bolt tried to gasp in air but little came. The little that  the defeated superheroine  could bring in was sweet and made her head thunder and completely muddle her thoughts. Blue Bolt's orgasm built up as Captain Goodthighs raised her mountainous, drug daubed boobs allowing Blue Bolt to suck on her nipples, the invisible fumes of highly potent chloroform, swirling around her face, her eyes rolling up in her head. Her powerful final, squirting orgasm in combination with the gaseous sedative finishing her off, knocking her out cold.

Not taking any chances the super sensualist police captain rested her titanic tits on the KOed rookie superheroine face allowing the sweet knockout fumes to be inhaled by the unconscious Blue Bolt. Reaching under the nearby sofa, Captain Goodthighs took an eight inch dildo mechanism activated it and lifting the band of the sleeping superheroine's thong and slid the cock shaped mechanism all the way into Blue Bolt's well lubed pussy. The defeated superheroine's thong kept the mechanism secured in place in her hot, wet passion pit. The mechanism began to vibrate, expand and contract, delivering a sensuous, titillating, tingling low amp electric shock to the surrounding pussy. It also slowly exuded a powerful, long acting sedative gel that the mucous membrane of Blue Bolt's hot, wet pussy eagerly and easily absorbed. Unconscious, the gorgeous black superheroine moaned as the mechanism began to fuck and drug her relentlessly

"That "Pacifier" will keep you dreaming beautiful dreams for quite some time, Darling," said the powerful super sensualist. once Dr. Desire has gotten all your genetic information and scrubbed your memories, maybe tame you, we might play together some more."

Slinging the defeated, KOed, cum slick, super beauty across her shoulders, her arms looped around her target's neck and one luscious thigh like a yoke, Dr. Simon Desire's minion took the homing transport probe from her desk, activated it and she and her sleeping burden faded out of sight.