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 remembered Bambi's advice 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 bust. I had gone from a droopy D-cup to a very firm H or better over the weekend. My rather thin explanation was a growth-spurt, but there were bound to be those who would be suspicious. Bambi 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.
My only serious worry was how to tell the other members of the Cheerleading squad that I was quitting. I had my excuses ready, but it seemed unfair to leave them this late in the year. Baseball season had just got underway and there would be two or three games a week for the next two months. That was time I just couldn't spare any longer.
Mrs. Reynolds 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 Bambi, who immediately got up to bring me my plate of Eggs Benedict with fresh Hollandaise sauce and a sprinkling of chives. I had already put in my two cents on the 'pearls before swine' point of view on her cooking, so I put my mouth to better use by eating every delicious bite on my plate and complimenting her on what an excellent meal it was. When your mother gets up early Monday morning to prepare you a gourmet meal before you go off to school, you can be sure that she loves you very, very much.
While we ate, she reminded us that the cleaning service would be coming today and that if there was anything that we did not want a stranger to see in our rooms that we should put it away before we left. I assumed that this was more directed at the boys than at me and when I glanced over, I saw that neither of them was meeting her gaze. I wondered what they might have done to need a warning like that.