Getting ready for School

School didn't seem very important to me at the moment. Nothing did, except staying right where I was as long as I could. Still, Bud wanted to get up, so I tried to unwind and get my legs under me. It was hard in the position we were in. His cock was still in me and felt like it was glued into my pussy. When I tried to pull off, it wouldn't let go.

"You're going to have to pry me off of your cock, lover." I said. "My pussy doesn't want to let go. I hope we're not stuck permanently!" I was teasing with that last, but it was a nice fantasy. I felt like I wanted to stay stuck on him for a long time. When he took his cock out, I was going to feel soooo empty.

Bud lay me down on my back and I took my legs from around his back. He braced his arms under mine and tried to back his cock out of me. At first, he dragged me with him.

"You've got to let go," he said, jerking his hips. My pussy muscles refused to let loose of the object that had given me more pleasure than I had ever known.

"I can't! We're stuck! You'll have to pull it out." I told him. I wasn't really trying very hard to relax my pussy. I wanted to make him work to get out of me. I wanted him to understand that my body wanted him and did not want to let him go.

"'K. Hang on." He pushed my knees up under my breasts. Pushing on the backs of my thighs, he tried to pull his cock out of me. Even with leverage, it was slow going. He grimaced as he slowly pulled it out of my tight grip. Bud and my pussy were playing tug-of-war with his cock.

"Damn, that's tight," he said when he had almost three inches out. "I don't want to hurt..." He stopped pulling and fell back on his elbows, laughing. "I almost said, 'I don't want to hurt you'. I keep forgetting who you are. Hold on." He swung his legs up beside me and put his feet under my armpits. Then he used the strength of his legs to pull his cock slowly out of me. Even this way, it took some time to work it free.

When the head finally came out, there was a loud, POP and Bud fell back on the foot of the bed, laughing. He reversed his position and put his head between my legs and looked curiously at my pussy.

I slid a hand between my legs and into the wide gap that used to be my small vaginal opening. I was right. It felt very, very empty without a cock in it. I pressed my labia together to try and shut the cavern he had made in me, but the empty feeling persisted and I knew I had been changed yet again. A big hard cock was no longer something I desired; it was something I was going to need from this moment on.

"Nice pussy," he said, bending down to kiss the swollen lips that I was holding shut. "Pretty pussy. Strong pussy!" I got the feeling he knew I hadn't been trying to help him get free and he appreciated the compliment that implied.

"That was fantastic, Bud." I told him, stroking his face. "Thank you."

"Damn girl! Don't thank me. You are the finest piece of ass I've ever had and I had ass all the way from here to the end of the driveway!" We both laughed at that and I crawled back into his arms. He was right. Neither of us was all that experienced, but it was hard to imagine that sex could be much better.

"Seriously," he said, "I want you to crawl into this bed any time you want to. Hell, I wish you would stay all night." He stopped there. I had the feeling that he did not want to push his luck too far.

"Do you mean that?" I asked. "Do you really want me to sleep with you? I mean spend all night in your bed and wake up together?"

"Sure!" he said.

"Because I would really like to do that, Bud. I would like to sleep with you."

"OK. But tell you what — we probably won't sleep too much, so let's wait until the weekend to do it. That way we can stay up all night if we want and not have to worry about school. Is that all right?"

"That's a wonderful idea!" I said. "It's a date! Friday night we will spend all night together. Oh, I can't wait! Now we better hurry and get ready or we will be late."

Bud went to take a shower and I waddled back across the hall with my fingers holding my pussy closed so I wouldn't leak cum all over the carpet. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of trying to keep it inside me so I could walk around all day full of cum. The idea of that was more attractive than the reality of having to deal with having to wear a pad when I wasn't having my period, so I left that for another time and instead raced into the bathroom and jumped onto the toilet.

I had no sooner taken my hand away than a thick stream of cum flowed out of my gaping pussy to plop into the bowl. I sat with my knees wide apart and stared at my poor pussy as it drooled cum. There wasn't as much as it had felt like when he was putting it all in there.

It looked like it had been more than a fantasy about Bud 'ruining' me. Where before my opening had been a half-inch across and two fingers felt big to me, now I was open more than two inches and could easily fit three fingers inside with no effort. I thought I should feel sad at the apparent devastation, but I found it impossible to wipe the grin off my face as I remembered Bud pounding his huge cock into me. Between Bud and Jim, I was going to get quite a lot more stretching by some really big cocks. Instead of making me sad, imagining that prospect almost made me cum again.

I made a mental note to practice voluntary control of my vaginal muscles. I was going to have to do that regularly if I was to keep in shape for my well-hung lovers. I tried to use them to squeeze the rest of the cum out of me and was rewarded by a stream of white goo oozing out to splash into the toilet bowl. Apparently, I had some degree of good control already. I just needed some way to remind myself to exercise so I could get better.

I straddled the bidet to finished cleaning myself out and discovered just what a wonderful invention it really was. I showered quickly and ran a hot-comb through my hair to get it to behave.

It was only when I was ready to get dressed that I remembered something in the toy-drawer that might be helpful in keeping my vaginal muscles toned and buff. I pulled it open and after a little rummaging through the toys, I found a small blue velvet bag with some stainless-steel balls in it. Some of them were marble-sized and some were almost the size of ping-pong balls. They all were hollow with smaller heavier balls inside them so when I moved, the smaller balls would roll around and make the larger spheres move like Mexican jumping beans.

Since I was so stretched-out, I picked the larger size and pushed two of them inside me. They felt very nice in there. There was no way I could forget about them and that would remind me to exercise; something I could do by moving the balls around with my vaginal muscles. They were discreet and handy. I thought they were the perfect solution to my problem. I practiced a bit and I quickly found that I could roll both balls around inside me with my pussy muscles alone. Just the effort of holding them in had already made my slack opening close up some, although it was far from its original condition.

In my closet, I picked out one of my new school outfits, a white cotton blouse and a pleated skirt that came almost to my knees. I also wore one of my comfortable nursing bras and a pair of lacy panties. With a pair of white socks and cross-trainers I had the perfect school-girl look. The only thing I worried about was how my friends and schoolmates would react to my new looks.

I had gone from a D-cup to a very firm H or better over the three months. I was almost 6 feet tall, blonde lustrous hair, a thin waist that made my big ass seem even bigger. Such measurements that put even Kardashians to shame were seen only in comics. But here I was.

My rather thin explanation was a growth-spurt, but there were bound to be those who would be suspicious. Jan had warned me about girls who would be envious and hate me on sight; and told me that my body would be a high-gauss boy-magnet.

Somehow the problems I anticipated in school seemed less serious than they had Friday night. Something about finding that your true calling in life was as a superheroine made those problems that were less than cataclysmic seem truly mild. Even the upcoming math quiz failed to fill me with anything other than curiosity. I guess once you've wrestled with rapists and murderers intent on making you their next victim, wrestling with linear equations and matrix algebra isn't all that intimidating. Still, I reminded myself, I had to study and practice to be able to deal with both.

Jan had a wonderful back-to-school breakfast ready when I went downstairs. I put my bookbag on the hall table and went in to say good-morning to everyone. Bud and Jim had gotten down before me, but that wasn't surprising. Even with my permanent make-up, I still took much more time getting ready than they did.

"Good morning everyone!" I called as I walked in. I winked discreetly at Bud, then I went around the table and kissed Jan, who immediately got up to bring me my plate of Eggs Benedict with fresh Hollandaise sauce and a sprinkling of chives.

"Sam, I will call Bob Foster this morning and give him the VIN number of the bike." Jan said.

"Yes, please."

I showed Jan the workshop, the bike, and told her all my ideas regarding going pro.

I assume you want the radio installed in the workshop?"

"Yes, please."

"All right. I will see to getting that room built-out. I have a contractor who I have used in the past who can handle it on short notice. Can you think of anything else you will need in the workshop?"

"Let's see — the mats, the radio, the bike... no, I can't think of anything right now, but I'm sure something will come up that I haven't thought of."

"Well, if you think of something, let me know. Otherwise, I will use my best judgment."

"Great! Thanks. I'm sure it will be perfect." Jan seemed really fired up over this. Since I now had the Sheriff's backing, she seemed positively enthusiastic.

When I went down to feed Brute, he was off in the woods chasing the wildlife, so I didn't get to say goodbye before I left for school. It was just as well, he would have messed up my clothes wanting to play.

Jim, Bud and I walked off to school together. Jim insisted on carrying my bookbag, which I thought was sweet of him. Bud looked jealous that he hadn't thought of it. Since I didn't have to carry anything, I walked with Bud and held his hand. Bud then gave a smug grin to his brother.