Bred at the Free Spirit Festival: Better Off Bred, #9

By J.D. Masterly

Her best friend is already pregnant, but she wants a baby, too. Now they're heading to the Free Spirit Festival, famous for its wanton revelry. It'll be a wild time for both of them, and the perfect opportunity for her to dance naked, party hard, and get thoroughly bred at the Free Spirit Festival!

• Language: English
• Publisher: J.D. Masterly
• Release date: Sep 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005919207

J.D. Masterly

I write sizzling hot erotica about people who just wanna fuck! Whether you like threesomes, foursomes, group sex, gangbangs, bondage, partner swapping, hot wife, impregnation, free use, public sex, or all the above, I've probably got some stories for you. I also like messy sex. The messier the better. To be blunt, I write stories with spunk!

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Bred at the Free Spirit Festival

MY BEST FRIEND, CAMRYN, and I always did everything together. And I mean everything. We hung out together, went shopping together, watched movies together, played sports together, and had a thing for going on double-dates together. We even shared the same boyfriend for a while, although that got a little weird.

If we were gay, we’d probably just tie the knot. Although we do enjoy some playful fun with each other from time to time, nothing beat getting a nice hard pounding from a great big cock. I think Cam liked cock even more than I did, and that’s saying something!

It was the summer before our senior year in college and Cam and I had decided to go to the Free Spirit Festival. There would be musical performances, arts and crafts, camping, and community, brimming over with hippies, bohemians, free spirits, and alternative lifestyle folks of every imaginable flavor. Everyone was encouraged to express themselves however they wished, and since it took place on 400 acres of private land, pretty much anything goes!

There was only one problem. Cam had gotten herself knocked up.

It had happened sometime mid-January, and she didn’t suspect anything since she had an IUD. She began experiencing morning sickness in March and went to her gyno. That’s when she learned she was 12 weeks pregnant. Apparently, the IUD had slipped out of place. It was rare, but it happened.

She had no idea who the father was thanks to a frat party gone wild, not to mention numerous other hookups that month. It sucked, but that was the truth of it.

So, there we were, getting ready for the Free Spirit Festival first weekend of August, and Cam was already 28 weeks pregnant. We considered canceling, but she still wanted to go as much as I did. And there was another big reason to go.

I’m going to get knocked up while were there, I said to Cam as we talked about our plans in the apartment we shared.

"What? Cam asked, her voice incredulous. Are you serious?"

She wore a tank top and stretched leggings, and at 28 weeks, her belly bump was quite prominent. Her light brown hair spilled over her shoulders, and her hazel eyes were wide with shock at my decision.

I’m serious, I assured her. I had my IUD removed last month, which is why I’ve laid off having sex. I want to make sure that, if I get pregnant, it will be at the festival. In fact, if I’ve calculated correctly, I’ll be ovulating on one of the last festival days.

But that’s crazy! Cam cried. "I got pregnant accidently. You’re telling me you’re going to try on purpose?"

I smiled at her and nodded. "We’ve always done everything together, I reminded her. If you’re going to be pregnant and have a kid, then I will, too! If nothing else than to share the experience with you—all the good and all the bad. Honestly, I should have gotten myself knocked up months ago. But I was nervous about it."

Cam shook her head. You don’t have to do this for me. Just being my best friend is support enough. We can even raise him together.

I breathed out, feeling the butterflies in my stomach. I’m going to do it. This will be great, raising our kids together! You’ll be seven months ahead of me, but that’s okay. We don’t want their birthdays to be too close, anyway.

Cam nodded, still baffled by my explanation, but accepting it all the same.

In truth, I was jealous of Cam. I don’t know why, but seeing her with that swollen belly and knowing she had a bun in the oven must have kicked my hormones into overdrive. I was horny as fuck, and this past month of abstinence was driving me crazy. I couldn’t wait to have a bunch of cocks pumping in and out of my fertile pussy, filling me with their hot, virile seed for the sole purpose of impregnating me—of breeding me—at the Free Spirit Festival!

The week of the festival arrived, and we made the six-hour drive in Cam’s SUV to the rural farm hosting