My Futanari Best Friend: Seduced and Seeded by My Lifelong BFF! (Futa on Female Fertile First) - Mindy Masters - ebook
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When Reba moves back home after a bad breakup, her best friend Wendy is there to help her pick up the pieces. What Reba doesn't see coming is Wendy's little secret... or should we say BIG secret? Turns out Reba's lifelong BFF is a futanari! And Wendy's ready to please, fill, and cover her best friend, until Reba forgets all about her ugly breakup. Fertile Reba is also about to find out just how virile a futagirl can be!This hot quickie by bestselling author Mindy Masters features a fertile young woman's first lesbian encounter with her randy futa best friend!

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My Futanari Best Friend

(Seduced and Seeded by My Lifelong BFF!)

FUTA ON FEMALE | FERTILE | FIRST

by

Mindy Masters

FEVEROTICA BOOKS

Published by Feverotica Books

Copyright 2016 by Mindy Masters

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

This book contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and is intended only for readers ages 18 and above. All characters portrayed as participating in sexual acts are consenting, are at least 18 years of age, and are not related by blood.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Epilogue

SNEAK PEEK: Fertilized by the Futa

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Chapter 1

After I broke up with my fiancé of three years, I found myself in a city where I had no job, no friends, and no family. With my back up against the wall, I did the only thing I could do.

I went home.

Trust me, it wasn’t easy going back to my mom and dad’s with my tail between my legs, but… what was I going to do? Stay in a city where I was stuck and with no place to go?

I just did what I had to.

Coming home wasn’t easy, not at first at least. The first phone call to my mom, I was in tears, and the calls that followed were all made in a depressive daze as I tried to get myself back on my feet to prepare for the big move. But, about a month later, things finally seemed to be coming together. By the time the move happened, I was ready to continue living my life and hopefully get back on track. I thought maybe I’d meet a nice guy, land myself an okay job, and just coast.

Boy, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

* * * *

“Your room’s just the same as you left it,” my mom said as we walked upstairs to my bedroom, bags in hand. “I haven’t touched a thing.”

“You make it sound like I died,” I laughed. “I just… got engaged and moved away.” Awkward silence; then, trying to ignore what I had previously said, “You could’ve done something with it.”

“Well, I guess it’s lucky for you I didn’t.” She paused. “I hate to say it, but I never really liked Rick.”

“Mom….”

“Reba, all I’m saying is that… I wanted to keep it ready for you, you know? In case things didn’t work out.” We reached my closed bedroom door. “Anyways, I’ll let you settle in.”

I smiled wanly and nodded as my mom set my bags down and went downstairs. I turned back toward my bedroom, took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked inside.

God, it was like I was twenty-one all over again. Stupid posters of bands I didn’t even listen to anymore all over the walls, clothes from a bygone era hanging in the closet, my old CD-changing stereo sitting on the nightstand….

I brought my bags from the hallway into my room, then shut the door and landed on my bed. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

Yeah, this was really happening. I was home, as if everything that had happened after I left was just some kind of crazy dream.

I sat up and looked over at my nightstand, where the stereo sat, as did all of my old CDs. Nothing was dusty in my room. Seemed my mom had made a habit of coming in and cleaning.

Oh, Mom.