Black Falcon and the Returning Hero
This is a superheroine story themes including fighting, beaten up and lots of girl on girl sex action if you don't want to read stories of this nature don't. Black Falcon is not my creation her name and look belong to Slayer Paris Productions and Superheroine World; I am not claiming credit for their character Black Falcon is borrowed from them with their kind permission. All feedback is welcome at dx8891@yahoo.com enjoy the story. The Pac
Black Falcon slams the back door to her house shut and leans against the wooden frame letting out a big sigh. It has been a long night for the superheroine, catching robbers, beating up gang members then after doing all that being leered over and sometimes groped by the police and members of the public. She is tired, pissed off and all she wants to do now is forget her long night and get some sleep. Falcon stops leaning on her door and walks forward into her main living area then checking out her tired features in the mirror hanging over the fireplace. She brushes her long red hair out of her face and opens her mouth checking that all her perfect white teeth are not broken and that her full red lips don't carry any scars. The rest of her perfect, pale body is wrapped up and protected inside her superheroine suit as she first checks her long yellow cape trailing down from her shoulders. Before looking at her yellow wrist protector's tied to her forearms and them to her slutty yellow boots with 3 inches of heel to make her stand taller but always looks like it is difficult to run and chase bad guys in.
Her black latex top is cut just below her big boobs exposing her flat mid-section and in the middle of her black top is her falcon symbol pushed even further forward thanks to her massive tits. Her top is stretched out and with it being cut off just below her boobs sometimes people fighting and watching her get to see the undersides of her big tits and that must give them a treat, Falcon grins to herself as she rubs her boobs checking and feeling them in case of any damage or injury she might not have felt while out on the streets. Around her shapely hips is a yellow utility belt storing some of her most valuable crime fighting tools and also sometimes signed photos of her and a small make up kit just in case a reporter catches her after a tough battle looking for a quick comment. Her pants are black like her top and made out of latex like her top meaning they stick and curve around Falcon's powerful legs and when she stands heroically in her full outfit some see a sexy woman in slutty clothes, others a fan boy's dream girl and some see a young woman standing up for good in the evil, villain filled Empire City. Falcon yawns and stretches out her young tight body as the early light of dawn creeps in through the windows and she shuts her eyes thinking about going to bed and having a nice long sleep.
KABOOM, CRASH.
Falcon whips round and sees her back door has been broken clean off and standing on what's left of her door is a young blonde dressed all in blue standing with her hands on her hips in a classic superheroine pose. Rubbing her sleep deprived eyes Falcon watches as this mysterious figure in blue walks forward stepping over the rumble and mess of her broken door and walks into the lit up areas of Falcon's living space and finally she knows who the girl is.
"Blue Bolt, is that you?" Falcon asked tired and stunned by the sudden appearance of her former crime fighting partner.
"Nice seeing you again too old friend," Bolt says without a hint of expression on her model like face.
Falcon is totally shocked by her appearance shaking her head, "I thought you were living in Europe, What the hell are you doing breaking down my door?" Falcon asks with a hint of annoyance and anger.
Bolt tilts her head for a second looking at Falcon's slightly upmarket house while Falcon stands there wondering if the long nights are finally taking their toll on her mental state as Blue Bolt can't be standing here right now. Bolt quit almost 2 years ago, no one knew why but Falcon being her closest friend guessed that the young blonde was tired of all the crime and the evil. The last Falcon had heard was that Bolt was going to Europe to live and learn and Falcon had been happy for her. She looks just the same as when Falcon last saw her, that dark brown tanned skin and her small petite figure but toned and surprising strong in a fight with her long shoulder length blonde hair flowing down. Her famous Blue headband pressed against her forehead keeping her hair out of her eyes along with her famous blue spandex leotard covering her body but sticking out are her big breasts and the leotard is cut tightly round her crotch just about keeping her pussy hidden from public view. Her symbol a big white lightning bolt sewn into the leotard runs right down the middle of the outfit drawing more attention to her firm breasts and she also is wearing her standard blue gloves and blue knee leather boots. In Falcon's eyes it is almost the perfect reconstruction of her old partner like someone grew her action figure to human height but it wasn't it was Blue Bolt, back and in the flesh.
"I'm back Falcon, I'm back because I want to save you," Bolt says in the soft American tone that Falcon used to hear almost every night on patrol.
"Save me? Save me from what Bolt?" Falcon asks confused still staring the sexy blonde up and down making sure this isn't some crazy dream.
"I can no longer sit by and watch my friend become a wreck and ruin a perfectly good life," Bolt says her eyes narrowing underneath her mask which is just a single strip of blue across her eyes.
"Ruin my life who says I'm ruining my life," Falcon says upset that Bolt has been out of touch for years and has suddenly come back broke down her door just to offer her advice.
Bolt smiles, "Look at yourself Falcon, every night getting dressed up like a cheap hooker and out walking the streets, getting beaten up groped sometimes even fucked and all for nothing."
"It's not all for nothing," Falcon huffs placing her hands on her hips, anger building, "I protect the people, I protect the city every time I go out."
"Yes but Falcon is it really worth it all you give, all those hours just to be a tabloid whore, an internet sex story muse?" Falcon shifts uncomfortably looking at the ground rather than at her powerful former superheroine friend.
"It just isn't worth it Falcon, you want to be known as a hero instead everyone has pictures of your ass and you probably deal with so much creepy fan mail your stomach just can't take any more," Bolt says grinning as she can see her words having an effect on her former partner.
"I use my powers to save people and I have a responsibility to use my powers to help the world and anything else people choose to see is their own business," Falcon says starting to grow more confident in the presence of Blue Bolt.
"But it's more than that Falcon look at your outfit, you dress like a slut I mean that top," Blue points at Falcon's tiny black top, "I mean I can almost see your tits you darling are sending out the message that you're a slut."
Falcon gets a little mad a scowl appears on her pretty face as Bolt laughs, "Come on Falcon look at the state of you, I've seen hookers wear nicer more covering outfits and you are amazed that all robbers get hard around you and try to fuck you."
"Fuck off Bolt, you are no better that tight blue one piece your wearing doesn't hid your big tits love," Falcon spits out stepping forward flicking her long red hair out of her face, "I seem to remember that several websites were dedicated to your big round ass."
"Yes I remember that too it's why I left Falcon I was tired of being nothing more than a dressed up wank target," Bolt says moving a little closer to Falcon who stares at her former friend though her blue mask and into her light green eyes.
"But why are you back now, dressed like that if you don't want to be viewed as wank fodder?" Falcon asks.
"I returned Falcon because I want to save you, I want to save all our superheroine sisters," Blue says smiling.
