The clock hits 7 and Kyle is very puntual

I didn't stood a chance. Well, it's kind of sad looking at that, but I quite literally needed the creampie otherwise I wouldn't function as a person until I got my fix. We both knew that, and I got lucky with how close to 7 PM it was, because that just meant that he would either leave me or finish. And he chose to finish.

I remember feeling so pent up and at the edge I felt sleepy, lethargic and most of all, ultra frustrated. Then his cock swelled up and my pussy just geared itself up in preparation for the inevitable. Before I could actually surrender my dignity to Kyle for the rest of my life, he came, smashing his ugly (not actually ugly, but I dislike him a lot) mug against my face and kissing me, locking his hips with mine.

"TAKE IT! You're a bitch, Santi. You always were some kind of puta. Always prancing around with your little buddies and stopping my fun!"

"S-stop you egomaniac jerk!"

I couldn't get myself out of his grasp, I was quite literally just waiting for his finish, and with a fraction of a second, I felt his payload travel through his dick and finally wash my insides. For what its worth, Kyle knows how to cum and how to make a girl cum.

My brain shutted down, metaphorically and almost quite literally. I moaned out in my all so distinctive accent, gracing the blonde asshole's ears with what he wanted. My body entered a freakishly arousing state of literal convulsions and a lot of fluids flying out of me, I squirted so hard from being in denial that I actually think I got dehydrated. My face was a mess of drool, ruined makeup and glassy eyes, I was utterly destroyed by Kyle.

His jizz was also what sent me to orgasm nirvana, slimy jets of his baby batter just kept on being shot, almost like unloading a clip. But this time, he was unloading all of his virility on my poor defenseless, modified womb - greedy as the breeder pill made it out to be. Kyle lasted for a long 40 seconds blasting his cum inside of me, with him pratically tossing my still shaking body on to the bench when he finished.

"Damn, you have one greedy pussy, Mari. Well, I knew you were always a bitch. I didn't know the pills were gonna do this to you.... But it was kind of worth it. See ya tomorrow, Santi."

These words are somehow etched in my mind, despite the fact that when this happened, I didn't at all understood his words. It all sounded gibberish to me, but every odd day or so, I remember his words still. Anyway, I laid down on the floor as I heard my phone ringtone, which buzzed me out of my daze, which made me realize that I was disheveled, crusty dried cum around my thighs, with Kyle's stupid baby making load leaking out of me.

I got up dazedly and checked my phone, seeing 4 missed calls from my grandparents and mother. Which quickly just translated to me redressing in my rumpled clothes, and trying to walk back home without wincing. By the time I trudged back home convincingly, it was past 8 PM, and while my grandparents got super worried, I managed to get them to calm down considerably.

My mother meanwhile, she knew what happened and was consistently more worried about me. I tried to take her off of my track, but she was dead set on wanting to know if something serious happened. I wanted to tell her what happened, but I vividly remembered how I agreed to it and how Kyle's family had connections. My mother at the time had a somewhat stable job and I don't want her to lose stability in it, so I just managed to lie and get rid of the awkward mood.

The shower was a long one, with a lot of soap and loofah involved. My thoughts unfortunately went back to Kyle and how utterly depraved I felt, but with how good it was when all ended. I was conflicted and that asshole proved that he was an even bigger jerk and texted me a picture of me, moments after our deal was done in order to purely spite me. I was clearly bad and almost had a mind to skip class on the next day, but I didn't, I wanted to stare him down and find a way to humiliate him, or at least get ****.

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The next day was a mess, I just remember doing my morning routine and having my mother drive me to school instead of getting the school bus. It was a bit too much, but she was at least looking out for me in her own way. Even if it was tacky.

Anyway, my friend group ended up getting bigger and the girls ended up joining my trio, and while Phil was super nervous about it, Sarah's presence mellowed his anxiety over them. Drey and Fran were kind of almost made for each other, which meant they flirted... Was it flirting? Heck, I don't even know and it's been a year since that! Anyway, Amber and I continued to be good friends, while Giullia coasted by just hanging around and trying to rein everyone in... While causing trouble herself. It was actually the start of our friend group!

Kyle and his bozos were out and on about talking to some girls I haven't seen yet nor remembered being around... Which was weird, but I never paid attention to it, as he just looked at me and smirked. That prick! After lunch, I had no extra classes for the day, since I took the week off of my club, due to everything that happened since tuesday.

"So, coach Aarons just called pratice off today, why?"

"Dunno. Something about feeling off and sore from yesterday's pratice. That old dude doesn't even run!"

"Well, at least we got a free afternoon. Mom's out for work and my grandparents should be home. Wanna crash there so we can test out that new Elden Ring you bought?"

"We could hit my house, dudette. Ma is doing a double shift at the hospital, and her boyfriend is probably doing his final thesis or something. And you Phil? Wanna come over too?"

"I can't. Sorry. Brianna is having a very important tennis game and it's out of the city. So me and my family are going to cheer on her."

"Damn. That's sad news, wish luck to her, lil' man."

Me and Andre waved Phillip goodbye as he stayed behind to go tutor a few students, and probably go to his club later. He was always a very busy guy, even back in high school. Amber had a study session with Sarah, so they also didn't get to hangout at Drey's home, Francine had an audition for a soap commercial and Giullia was going to Paris for the weekend... I think? I just remember she was out of the country, which conviniently left me and Drey alone. I never really realized how my usual routine always left me so alone with my guy friends... That's kind of odd to reminisce on.

We headed right to the parking lot, with Drey having driven to school today, as well most days of the week. I always remember how beat up his old Maverick was, the paint job was new, but the way that car was beat up always spoke to Drey's reckless driving skills. I also hate the fact on how putting seatbelts was still a nightmare considering my breasts size. It was kind of ridiculous, but when I caught a glimpse of my friend's eyes trying to sneak a peak of the huge mammaries I owned, I felt a sharp pang of shame and arousal.

The drive back to his house was ecstatic, we banged our heads to a few classic R&B songs, enjoyed some rock and even got to listen one pop song or two - courtesy of his personal playlist after all. We passed over the more nicer suburbs and headed to the town's more historic site - where Andre lived - and unfortunately, the images of poor managed or closed buildings were more than I could count. But his home was a quaint little one story house that was built in the 50s, and it was kind of beat up too. Not for a lack of trying to fix the problems of the house, it's just that the place had too many to fix.

After parking on the garage and rushing to the back of Drey's home, we settled our belongings there, before going to the living room. It was gaming time and I was all up for it.

"So, Elden Ring first and then a few matches of what next?"

"Uhm... Tekken and KOF work for me."

"Always playing to your advantages... But with those dainty hands of yours, I don't think you can beat my Kazuya."

"You're on Drey."