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  Futa's Passions Break Quarantine

  The Futa Virus 48

  by

  Relm Jayne

  Copyright © 2019 by Relm Jayne

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  Futa's Passions Break Quarantine

  Sizzling Excerpt from “Futa's Passions Break Quarantine”

  Other Tales of the Futa Virus

  Futa's Passions Break Quarantine

  Sizzling Excerpt from “Futa's Passions Break Quarantine”

  “Futas are fun!” she howled as her cum spurted from her cock. The pearly spunk arched before her and splattered wastefully on the cement road. She shuddered, her pussy convulsing as the pleasure burned through her. “Futas are safe!”

  Lucile joined her, firing her own blasts of cum. Then a futa Zelda didn't now. It sent off a chain reaction of moans and gasps. Futas across I-5 erupted. Their cum fired from their clit-dicks and splattered the cement.

  They coated the surface in futa-jizz. The soldiers watching shifted. Zelda shuddered, her pussy spasming wildly. Her girl-dick fired a final blast of cum. She swayed, Mark holding her as her pleasure hit that wonderful peak.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she panted. She shuddered. “Mmm, that's good. See, we're safe!”

  Read on to find out what happens next!

  Other Tales of the Futa Virus

  Futa Patient Zero (The Futa Virus 1)

  Futa Enjoys Her Men (The Futa Virus 2)

  Futa Infects Her Doctor (The Futa Virus 4)

  Futa Romps with Her Neighbors (The Futa Virus 7)

  Futa's Hot Yoga (The Futa Virus 16)

  Futa's Naughty Pleasures Arrested (The Futa Virus 31)

  Futas Take Over the City (The Futa Virus 41)

  Futa Cop's Naughty Duty (The Futa Virus 43)

  Soldiers Please Their Futa-Officer (The Futa Virus Book 47)

  Futa's Passions Break Quarantine

  The Futa Virus Outbreak DAY 6

  “This outbreak of futas is no threat to the City of Seattle, the State of Washington, or the United States of America!” boomed the voice of Mayor Brad Tenaple.

  He stood at the podium before City Hall, a sexy futa-cop fucking him up the ass as he spoke. Zelda Johnson shuddered as she listened to the mayor. The world's first futa, the patient zero of the entire outbreak, watched in awe as she stood in the midst of the vast orgy of men, women, and futas sprawled through the streets in the heart of Seattle.

  “We have to let the governor know to call off quarantining the city,” the mayor kept saying. Only a few cameras were pointed at him. Zelda knew that most of the reporters were lost in the orgy, overwhelmed by the sexy futas.

  “That's right,” Mark said. Zelda's boyfriend stood beside her, as naked as she was, a muscular man with tan skin and brown hair. His cock thrust hard before him while futa-cum splattered his body.

  It splattered Zelda's round tits and flat stomach, too. It dripped out of her pussy, matting her black bush. More coated her ass, her bowels full of jizz. She and Mark had been in the thick of the city-wide orgy all day, moving from fun to fun, drifting, fucking, taking breaks to recharge on sports drinks and whatever food they could find.

  Some restaurants still manage to serve something despite the distraction.

  Another futa-cop sauntered up to the mayor, her hair bright-red, her futa-cock thrusting out before her. You could only tell she was a cop by the cap on her head, her open blouse, and the heavy gun belt she wore around her naked waist. She had no pants or panties on, her futa-dick proudly on display.

  “I'm getting word that the National Guard units are already quarantining the city,” the mayor said, shaking his head as the futa-cop fucking him slowed her strokes. “They have north I-5 blocked past the express lanes. The floating bridge and I-90 to the east are also barricaded, and they may be moving in to seal of I-5 south near Boeing Field. We need to convince those soldiers we're not a threat.”

  “Yes!” Zelda shouted, inspired by him. “Let's go! Let's march on those soldiers and show them how hot futas are.”

  “Yes!” her neighbor Carl Ryeson shouted, a man with sandy-blond hair and a close-cropped beard. He stood with his wife, a sexy futa named Missy. “Let's do this.”

  “We're with you, Zelda!” Missy said. She had blonde hair and a huge cock, her round breasts dripping with futa-cum.

  “Yeah,” nodded my friend and neighbor Lucile Gagne. She had curly, light brown hair that was dripping with futa-cum. Her entire body looked covered in it. She must have had dozens jerking off on her.

  Lucky her, thought Zelda.

  She nodded at her friend. “Who else is with us?”

  A great roar of men, women, and futas echoed behind her. It infuriated Zelda that the governor thought to quarantine them. I voted for the jackass! she thought, fuming. Futas weren't dangerous. They didn't cause problems. They made everyone happier. Men loved them and women would become them.

  “Then let's march on them and show them how peaceful and hot we are!” declared Zelda, stepping ahead of the crowd. “Follow me!”

  Zelda smiled when she saw her gynecologist pull away from a group of women, her futa-dick shiny with pussy juices. Dr. Sally marched towards Zelda, leading her little group of women. Then Mark joined Zelda, along with Lucile, Missy, and Carl.

  The horde followed.

  “Yes, yes, show them that futas are amazing!” groaned Mayor Tenaple. “Oh, god, show them!”

  Zelda smiled as his cum erupted. He shuddered, his jizz shooting past the narrow support of the podium. It splashed on the cement. One of the reporters, a busty woman wearing only a wrinkled pencil skirt, darted forward and knelt in the stream, letting it splash across her face. The futa-cop moaned behind the mayor, clearly joining him in ecstasy.

  Zelda trembled as she marched at the head of all the men, women, and futas. They left behind City Hall, attracting notice from pockets of writhing couples. Some were too involved in their fucking—futas pounding men, women, and each other; men fucking women and futas; women licking cum out of each other's pussies—to join. Others heard the growing chant and flowed into them.

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  The sound echoed through downtown as the moved towards I-5. It ricocheted off the tall buildings. Zelda marched in her sandals, the only thing she wore, her breasts bouncing before her. She could feel the growing thousands behind her, all those horny men, women, and futas who just wanted to love the world.

  Including these soldiers who were tricked into quarantining them.

  Zelda would show them the passion only a futa could give. Her futa-cock ached for it. Her dick throbbed as she walked. Pussy juices and cum leaked out of her twat, running down her thighs, making her feel so sticky and delicious. A powerful, spicy musk filled her nose. The combined pheromones of all those behind her almost drowned her thoughts in lust.

  Mark took her hand.

  “Thanks,” she told him.

  “Love you,” he said. “We're going to change the world.”

 
Zelda nodded. She was certain she was the first person to have the virus. She didn't know she was dosed by a scientist driven mad by a brain tumor while on her Japanese vacation. Nor had that same scientist lived to see the futa-outbreak in full swing, his dream coming true. All Zelda knew was the virus came from her.

  She wanted to spread it farther. It was her responsibility.

  It made her so hard.

  They reached the I-5 on-ramp and marched up to it, gaining the concrete arterial that ran through the city. The freeway was deserted. She'd never seen it so empty. It was the main thoroughfare north and south through the Puget Sound region of Western Washington. It hit all the major cities, running from the border with Oregon in the south to Canada in the north.

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  The chant echoed behind her as they spilled out on the wide freeway. They marched north. The sun sank lower and lower. The orange-yellow light of the street lamps flickered on. They kept their march, her futa-dick so hard. So aching to fuck someone.

  But this was more important.

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  She chanted it with them as they approached the quarantine line. She could see it ahead, military vehicles across the highway, a makeshift barrier before them. Soldiers manned it wearing chemical warfare gear. They had on gas masks and rubber gloves that were taped to the cuffs of their heavy jackets, all marked with desert camouflage.

  They aimed weapons.

  She didn't care. She kept marching ahead, leading her people to the soldiers. They were a peaceful demonstration. They were futas and men and women who just wanted to love the world. Love those soldiers pointing weapons at them.

  Over a bullhorn, came, “Disperse! Disperse! The city of Seattle is under quarantine and a curfew. You must return to your homes.”

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  “Disperse! Disperse!” the officer repeated. “This is an unlawful gathering. A state of emergency has been declared by Governor Smythe. Return to your homes and you will not be harmed.”

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  They kept advancing. Zelda marched with her head held high. They were a football field away, then a hundred yards. She could see the soldiers trembling. More of them spilled out to man the barricade. There were twenty or thirty of them. Zelda shuddered. They all looked like men, though it was hard to tell.

  Her futa-dick ached.

  “DISPERSE!” shouted the man on the bullhorn. “This is an unlawful gathering! Use of force is authorized!”

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  She grabbed her girl-dick and stroked it as she advanced, her breasts jiggling. On her right, Lucile did the same, Missy and Dr. Sally beyond her stroking dicks. Other futas she didn't know where also with her, pointing their aching cocks at the soldiers.

  They were fifty yards away.

  “DISPERSE! You will not be allowed to past! You are a danger! The CDC will send help. Until then, return to your homes!”

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  Twenty-five yards. Zelda's stomach twisted as she pumped her hand fast up and down her girl-dick. The impending danger excited her. She shuddered, her pussy drinking in the heat flowing down her cock. Her ovaries brimmed with a load of cum.

  Ten yards.

  “Any closer, and we will open fire!” the man on the bullhorn practically screamed.

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”.

  Soldiers aimed weapons. Zelda shuddered and stopped at five yards. Just fifteen feet. She could see them trembling. They didn't look like they wanted to shoot her. They looked scared. Zelda didn't like that at all.

  We have to show them we're safe and hot and amazing.

  Her hand fisted up and down her cock faster. She masturbated with the line of futas, facing the soldiers. Mark squeezed her ass from behind. His dick nudged into her. He was there with her, supporting her.

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  The chanting rose louder and louder. The front line of futas all quivered. Her hand built that ache at the tip of her dick. The soldiers watched on. She wished she could see their faces. Their eyes. She bit her lip.

  Her hand slid up to the tip of her girl-dick. She brushed the crown. Delight shot down her shaft to her cunt. Her pussy clenched. The heat rippled through to her ovaries. They brimmed with her cum, eager to unload.

  She erupted.

  “Futas are fun!” she howled as her cum spurted from her cock. The pearly spunk arched before her and splattered wastefully on the cement road. She shuddered, her pussy convulsing as the pleasure burned through her. “Futas are safe!”

  Lucile joined her, firing her own blasts of cum. Then a futa Zelda didn't now. It sent off a chain reaction of moans and gasps. Futas across I-5 erupted. Their cum fired from their clit-dicks and splattered the cement.

  They coated the surface in futa-jizz. The soldiers watching shifted. Zelda shuddered, her pussy spasming wildly. Her girl-dick fired a final blast of cum. She swayed, Mark holding her as her pleasure hit that wonderful peak.

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she panted. She shuddered. “Mmm, that's good. See, we're safe!”

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  The soldiers just stared at them, shaking their heads. As Zelda came down from her high, she knew it wasn't enough. They had to do more. They had to show these soldiers that they weren't a threat to anyone.

  “Women!” Zelda cried out. “We need any hotties who haven't changed yet. We need to fuck you. Show them how amazing we are. How we don't hurt women. We love them!”

  A cheer rippled through the crowd behind her. She turned around and smiled as women pressed through the crowd, their naked tits heaving. They were White and Black and Asian and Hispanic. They had black hair and brown and blonde and even red. Breasts were large and small, hips narrow or curvy. They stepped out past the front line of futas.

  “Futas are safe!” a brunette who moved before Zelda said. “Futas are amazing!”

  “You have to love them!” another woman shouted. “Don't be scared!”

  “We're not going to harm anyone!” Zelda cried at the soldiers, her futa-dick throbbing. “See! This is what we do!”

  She stepped forward and fell to her knees. The other futas in the front lines claimed their hottie. Lucile fell behind a sexy, Black woman with a rich, ebony skin while Missy had a petite, Asian beauty to enjoy.

  Zelda licked her lips and then she parted her brunette's butt-cheeks. She groaned at the sight of an asshole bubbling with cum. Her futa-dick throbbing, she bent over and pressed her face into the brunette's crack, her tongue licking, gathering up that salty cum coating the woman's taint.

  It had the faintest musk. A hint of sour.

  It tasted so naughty.

  Her tongue swept up to the woman's asshole. She danced it around, caressing the woman's sphincter. She gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching around Zelda's face. The black-haired futa loved it. She licked at the brunette's sphincter, gathering up the jizz that spilled out.

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  Her eyes flicked to the soldiers, seeing them watch the delight. Some of the futas were just fucking their women while others were licking out cum-filled pussies. Zelda shuddered in delight and swirled her tongue around the brunette's asshole, gathering more of the jizz leaking out of the woman's anal depths.

  “Damn,” Mark groaned and then he grabbed her hips. His cock nuzzled at her pussy. “Futas are safe!”

  As Mark thrust his cock into Zelda's cunt, she thrust her tongue into the brunette's asshole. The sour flavor engulfed the futa's tongue. Pleasure raced through her, flowing out of her pussy. She moaned into that naughty sphincter, her tongue scooping out salty jizz.

  Futa or male spunk, she couldn't tell. Didn't care.

  It was just so good. Her futa-dick throbbed and twitched as Mark drew back his cock. Her pussy gripped him. The pleasure felt so amazing while her tongue swir
led around in the brunette's asshole. She scooped up more of that yummy cum seasoned with that naughty, sour musk.

  Her eyes stared at the watching soldiers. They stood there rigid in their gas masks. She wished she could tell if the fucking futas were stimulating them. We have to be, thought Zelda. We're hot girls with dicks having sex with other hot girls. That has to turn on soldiers. What red-blooded male wouldn't get turned on by some girl-on-dickgirl action?

  “Oh, my god, yes!” howled from down the line. “Fuck my cunt with that big futa-dick!”

  “Ooh, yes, yes, lick my twat! Get me ready for that big cock.”

  “Mmm, you like that? That's my girl-cock fucking your cunt. Yeah, you like that.”

  “I love it! Ooh, yes, yes, you fuck harder than my step-mother does. Ram that girl-dick in me!”

  “You have to stop this fornication and disperse,” pleaded the soldier with the bullhorn.”

  Zelda shuddered, her pussy clenching down on her boyfriend's cock. That voice sounded so weak. He could feel the weight of their lust. He had to find it sexy. Zelda ached for him to find it sexy. Her girl-dick needed it. She was so hard, throbbing. She would explode.

  She wanted to shower the soldiers with her jizz.

  Her tongue swirled through the brunette's asshole while her boyfriend churned up her cunt. The futa whimpered, her pussy juices running hot down her girl-dick. It swung between her thighs, moving with the same sway as her tits.

  She loved it.

  Her heart pounded in her chest. Her tongue fluttered deeper into the brunette's asshole, searching for more and more cum as her own orgasm built and built. Mark's cock plundering her pussy never failed to excite her.

  “FUTAS ARE FUN! FUTAS ARE SAFE!”

  She moaned her agreement.

  “Damn, Zelda,” groaned Mark. “Rim that hottie. You're going to fuck her ass, aren't you?”

  “Yes!” she whimpered into the brunette's asshole.

  “Ooh, yes, yes, I love taking a clit-dick up my ass!” the brunette moaned, her butt-cheeks clenching about Zelda's face. “It's so naughty. Makes me feel so wanton.”