by Relm Jayne
Soldiers Please Their Futa-Officer
The Futa Virus 47
by
Relm Jayne
Copyright © 2019 by Relm Jayne
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Soldiers Please Their Futa-Officer
Sizzling Excerpt from “Soldiers Please Their Futa-Officer”
Other Tales of the Futa Virus
Soldiers Please Their Futa-Officer
Sizzling Excerpt from “Soldiers Please Their Futa-Officer”
Lieutenant Beatrice Holland (of the Washington State National Guard) couldn't believe she was having sex with the Black delivery man. He'd dropped off her latest purchase from Amazon and then just smiled at her. It melted her pussy and before she knew it, she was kissing him, his hands all over her. He'd pushed her back against the small shelf in the entrance away of her house. Her husband was watching the Seattle Mariner's game in the living room, unaware of the passion consuming her.
The Black man, Blake according to the name tag stitched to his dark-brown uniform, had her shorts and panties sliding down her thighs before she could even realize she was kissing him. Her tongue dueled with his while this exciting, spicy musk filled her nose.
She didn't know that he was carrying the futa-virus, changed to be sexy and irresistible to women, especially the housewives he'd been delivering packages to all day. She was hardly the first woman to succumb to his cock.
He was delivering more than just boxes.
She broke the kiss and moaned, “Why are you just so sexy?”
He winked at her as he unbuttoned the shorts he wore. She groaned as he shoved them down, an ebony cock popping out. she grabbed him, feeling how sticky he was from the last housewife he fucked two blocks away. He'd left her quivering on her kitchen floor full of cum. He was so behind schedule and didn't care.
“I need this in me,” Beatrice moaned, her short, brown hair swaying about her face. Her pale cheek blazed with scarlet lust. The young woman, in her mid-twenties and only married for two years, pulled that thick, ebony cock to her dripping pussy. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
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 Romps with Her Neighbors (The Futa Virus 7)
Futa Partying at the Club (The Futa Virus 12)
Futa Rules the Club (The Futa Virus 23)
Futa's Surprising Delivery (The Futa Virus 24)
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 Outbreak DAY 5
Lieutenant Beatrice Holland (of the Washington State National Guard) couldn't believe she was having sex with the Black delivery man. He'd dropped off her latest purchase from Amazon and then just smiled at her. It melted her pussy and before she knew it, she was kissing him, his hands all over her. He'd pushed her back against the small shelf in the entrance away of her house. Her husband was watching the Seattle Mariner's game in the living room, unaware of the passion consuming her.
The Black man, Blake according to the name tag stitched to his dark-brown uniform, had her shorts and panties sliding down her thighs before she could even realize she was kissing him. Her tongue dueled with his while this exciting, spicy musk filled her nose.
She didn't know that he was carrying the futa-virus, changed to be sexy and irresistible to women, especially the housewives he'd been delivering packages to all day. She was hardly the first woman to succumb to his cock.
He was delivering more than just boxes.
She broke the kiss and moaned, “Why are you just so sexy?”
He winked at her as he unbuttoned the shorts he wore. She groaned as he shoved them down, an ebony cock popping out. she grabbed him, feeling how sticky he was from the last housewife he fucked two blocks away. He'd left her quivering on her kitchen floor full of cum. He was so behind schedule and didn't care.
“I need this in me,” Beatrice moaned, her short, brown hair swaying about her face. Her pale cheek blazed with scarlet lust. The young woman, in her mid-twenties and only married for two years, pulled that thick, ebony cock to her dripping pussy. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
The crowd watching the game cheered from the TV in the living room. She heard Brian, her husband, give a whoop of excitement. She knew this was wrong, but she was so horny, she couldn't stop herself. She never thought of herself as a woman who could cheat on her husband. She loved Brian, but Blake had set her blood on fire.
And her pussy
His cock slammed into her cunt. She shuddered, the shelf creaking beneath her as that thick, ebony cock fucked her White pussy hard. Blake's heavy balls smacked into her taint as he fucked her with all his passion. His hand gripped her ass beneath the shelf, half-holding her up as he plowed into her, his muscles so strong.
Her nipples throbbed against the sports bra she wore beneath her tank top. She clung tight to the Black man, kissing him as his dick buried deep and hard into her cunt. He reamed her hard. Fast. He fucked her without holding back.
I'm going to explode on this dick with Brian just in the other room, she thought, her mind melting beneath the delight rushing through her. Oh, my god, I'm going to just erupt. He's so big. Oh, yes, yes!
Beatrice had never experienced a dick as big as the one reaming her. She whimpered, her pussy squeezing about that thick, Black dick as her orgasm built so fast. It wasn't just the friction of his huge shaft reaming her cunt driving her wild.
It was the knowledge her husband was close at hand.
She could get caught.
Her pussy clenched down hard on that thick dick, drinking in the friction as he rammed into her. He plunged hard and fast. He penetrated her. She whimpered in delight, reveling in the pleasure surging through her body.
She wanted to cry out, so she kept kissing him. This is incredible. I'm going to cum so hard on this dick.
Her pussy clenched around him, savoring him as he drove deep and hard into her. That moment approached so fast. Her impending orgasm swelled through her. Her nipples throbbed in her sports bra. His hands squeezed at her rump.
Her clit drank in the impact of his crotch smacking into her as his cock buried into her cunt, her brown bush mixing with his black pubic hairs. She shuddered, kissing him with all her passion. Her twat grew hotter and hotter.
I'm going to explode on this big, Black dick.
She shuddered, her pussy on fire. He slammed into her as she heard her husband call out, “You're missing the best game of the season, Bee!”
She came.
Her pussy convulsed around the Black man's dick. He plowed hard into her writhing cunt. He growled into the kiss as she spasmed hard around him. The waves of pleasure surged hot through her. She gasped and moaned, her mind drowning beneath the rapture.
So fucking good! screamed through her mind.<
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His cock buried to the hilt in her spasming pussy. He grunted and exploded into her. She shuddered as his hot jizz pumped into her cunt. She trembled, reveling in this wonderful moment. She welcomed the splashes of his cum against her cervix. Her thighs squeezed tight about him. She held him tight as the pleasure burned through her mind.
It was a delight. A wonder. She squeezed her eyes shut and trembled through her pleasure. Her cunt milked him dry. She whimpered, kissing him hard. Sparks flared through her. She held him tight as that final ripple of delight sloshed through her.
Then he broke away from her. He pulled out of her cunt and grinned at her. “Enjoy your package, ma'am.”
“Uh-huh,” she panted, her shorts on the floor with her panties, his cum leaking out of her. The man zipped up and was gone before she could even recover. She buzzed with delight, not realizing that the futa-virus was in her, changing her. In twenty-four hours, she would be a futa.
A futa with one naughty mutation.
“Bee?” her husband called, reminding her of her current state.
“Coming,” she called as she slipped off the shelf and grabbed her shorts and panties. She pulled them on quick, the cum leaking out of her. She glanced down at the box. “Your Amazon package arrived.”
“My new fishing lures,” he called. “Going out with your Dad next weekend.”
“Mmm, have fun,” she said and padded into the living room. Her husband cheered again as the Mariners were racing around the plate while the Yankees shook their heads. “Home run?”
“With three bases loaded,” he said.
She smiled and snuggled against him, feeling guilty and horny. Before the game was over, she was sucking on her husband's cock and then riding him, infecting him with her mutated virus.
* * * *
The Futa Virus Outbreak DAY 6
I still can't believe I fucked the delivery guy yesterday, Beatrice thought as her husband rolled off of her. They had made love for the tenth or eleventh time since she'd fucked the delivery man. She was just so horny. Blake had flipped a horny switch in her.
“Damn,” panted her husband. He rolled on the bed and glanced at their bedroom TV. A YouTube video was paused, most of it blurred out. They didn't have cable, using streaming services for all their entertainment. “I can't believe there is an orgy going on in Seattle.”
“Yeah,” she said. They lived in Redmund, Brian working for a local tech company on the Eastside, as the communities east of Seattle and Lake Washington were known. “Mmm, makes me horny.”
“God, again?” he asked, his dick still hard. “Sure. Let's watch blurry footage of chick-dicks fucking everyone and get it on.”
She giggled. “I can't believe women are growing dicks in Seattle. That's insane. We should—”
Her phone rang. It was a trilling ring, a special one that sent a chill down her heart. Her head snapped over and she snagged up her smartphone, her lust momentarily forgotten. “Lieutenant Holland.”
“Holland, have you been to Seattle in the last week?” her commanding officer, Colonel Taskor asked. He commanded her battalion in the Washington National Guard.
“No, sir,” she answered, glancing at the TV. “Not since two weeks ago.”
“Good. We're recalled by the governor. A State of Emergency has been declared. Report to barracks immediately and prepare for deployment.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered. The line went dead.
Brian glanced at her. “You have to go?”
She nodded and rose, her pussy dripping with her husband's seed. She darted for the bathroom. She didn't have much time. She wiped her pussy clean as best she could and ran a comb through her hair. Then she burst out and headed for her closet. She pulled out her gear stowed in there. Brian watched her without saying a word as she pulled on her ACU (Army Combat Uniform). The fatigues fit her athletic form. Beige panties and sports bra followed by her baggy pants and a t-shirt, the sleeves covered in digital print desert-pattern camouflage. Next came on her jacket and then her flack vest. A webbing belt went around her waist. She was a lieutenant, so she holstered her personal firearm, a Kimber .45 pistol.
“How long will you be gone?” Brian asked when she finished.
“Don't know,” she said. She leaned over and kissed him. “Mmm, sorry I can't deal with your hardon. When I get back, we'll fuck like bunnies.”
“Yeah,” he said, glancing at the TV. She had no idea when she got back that her husband would be a changed man.
She grabbed her battle helmet and marched out, boots thudding on the carpet of their home. She headed downstairs and was out the door to her while Audi. She drove fast, speeding to get to the Kent Armory. If a cop pulled her over, she'd tell him the truth.
An emergency. They'd let her go.
She arrived at the gate, the MP waving her throw. Already, people were flowing in, soldiers mustering. She was met by her platoon sergeant, Deshawn Lance. He was an older man, Black like Blake, and she found him just so sexy right now. Her pussy was on fire the entire drive. Even knowing they were being deployed, she couldn't help that throbbing ache in her clit.
She was on the cusp of turning into a futa. It pulsed and throbbed through her as she looked at the hot, Black man in his uniform. She knew he was strong beneath it. Powerfully built. What would it be like to have you fuck me?
Her married pussy clenched.
More of her soldiers arrived. She gazed at them with a lusty eye. Strapping, young men. Private Tom King was her radio operator, his black hair buzzed to a flattop, his green eyes bright as he saluted her. She wanted to rip open his uniform and fuck him right here. Then her driver showed up, Private Hank Jameson. He, too, had his hair buzzed to a flattop. It was a common look for the soldiers. He was a short man, but his arms were powerfully built.
He worked construction at his day job.
You could jackhammer me all day long, the horny woman thought, her clit pulsing and on fire.
She had so many sexy men in her unit. Private Robert Stone was the last man that rode in her personal Humvee. He was the platoon's medic, his tan skin looking delicious, what little of it she could see.
It took an hour for them to assemble their numbers, the entire time lieutenant Beatrice was a ball of frustration surrounded by the thirty hunks of her platoon. She was the only woman in it. They all served her. Depraved fantasies danced through her mind, fueled by the changes the futa-virus was making to her brain.
She was called into a briefing.
“Okay,” Colonel Taskor said, staring out at them. “It's our job to quarantine the city of Seattle. We are aided by the fact it's on an isthmus. There are only the ferries going out to the west, and they're stopped. We have the two bridges across Lake Washington and I-5 running north-south through the city as the main ways in and out. We also have several dozen surface streets that we need to cut off. Right now, the futanari are concentrated in downtown. The outer parts of Seattle appear to be unaffected. Alpha Company, you'll be securing the northern streets. You'll flank Seattle around Lake Washington and...”
She struggled to listen as her clit ached and throbbed. Her platoon would secure a half-dozen surface streets between I-5 and the Puget Sound. She wrote down her notes on how she needed to deploy her men. She'd have to spread them out into squads while coordinating from her command Stryker.
“Do not let any futa get near you,” said Colonel Taskor. “We don't know how this virus is spreading, but we're assuming airborne. Your men need to be in full MOPP gear. They're to use nonlethal force to keep anyone from leaving, but we can't let this spread. Luckily, they seem to be busy having an orgy. That will, hopefully, continue while we await reinforcements from other guard units.”
Lieutenant Beatrice let out a groan of delight when she was dismissed. She needed to do something about this itch. She wanted to masturbate, but she had to deploy her men. They were waiting with the unit's Strykers, the armored personnel carriers the army used. She fanned her face as she headed to
her men.
She spoke briefly with Sergeant Lance, wanting to just fall to her knees and sucking Black dick, she imagined he was huge. It took all her self-control not to. You're a lieutenant in the army, not a damn whore, she kept telling herself while another voice whispered, Whores have all the fun.
“Got it, LT,” Lance said. He breathed in and frowned. “You wearing perfume?”
“No,” she said.
“Something smells damn good. Spicy.” He shook his head. “Okay, I'll get the men deployed.”
“Roger, we're leaving as soon as we're ready.”
“Got it, LT.” He whirled and barked orders while she shuddered, her nipples aching in her sports bra. Her uniform felt so hot and not just because of the summer heat boiling around her.
I'm going to go insane if I don't cum. What is wrong with me? I haven't been near a futa. The only woman I've seen was Nancy on Friday.
Soon, she was sitting in the passenger seat in the Stryker, Private Jameson pulling out behind the convoy heading from the Kent Armory. She squirmed, her pussy on fire. She wanted to grab her tits, but that was hard when wearing body armor.
“You okay, LT?” Jameson asked, glancing at her.
He has such kissable lips, she thought. And I bet a suckable cock.
“Just the summer heat,” she said, fanning her face.
“Yeah, it's getting hot in here,” he said. “I got the AC on, but...” He glanced at her, his eyes flicking up and down her body.
I bet he wants to fuck me. I could fuck him that would be so hot.
She squirmed on the seat as they drove through Washington, the State Patrol blocking traffic for them, helping them get deployed faster. This was an emergency. There was an outbreak of some strange disease turning women into dickgirls and unleashing them on the population in a wave of horny lust. It had to be contained.
That was her duty. Not satiating that itch that drove her nuts. She struggled to focus on her duty, but she wanted to cum. Her pussy clenched. She needed to masturbate so hard. She wanted her husband's cock in her.
