You know it’s going to be a rough morning

You wake up groggy, you must have slept for something like 14 hours, you cringe a little as you remember the circumstances associated with your passing out yesterday afternoon. You're still lying in the same bedding you squirted all over yesterday. You shudder as you start to recognize the moisture under your ass, back and all over your legs is your own cum.

“Oh my god that’s so gross,” you wince as you go to jump up and go for an early shower. You move to stand up when you are floored by a pain you have never felt before.

“OH FUCK!” you gasp as you drop to one knee, your pussy is on fire and it feels like you have been split open right up the middle. Your eyes drop to the ground and spot the culprit,

“8.5 inches of pussy punishing power.” you remember reading on the box…. “I fucking wish I’d let someone else feel it.”

“What the fuck was I thinking, I just couldn’t stop myself,” you groan as you try to get back up and slowly edge your way to the wardrobe to grab a fresh pair of clothes for the day. As you reach the wardrobe you get a whiff of yourself.

“Ugh it just gets worse, who’d have thought sleeping in a puddle of my own cum would make me smell disgusting. Now I have to limp my way to the showers and hope I don’t run into anyone.”

You slowly move your way down to the showers alternating between a limp and a sort of cowboy walk, trying to ignore the dull ache coming from your well stretched pussy. The shower is amazing as you lean against the wall and let the shame just wash off you with the hot water. After a good 10 minutes of just standing there occasionally rubbing some soap around you drag yourself out. After that you seem to move a little bit better but there is still definitely a pronounced limp as you walk back to your room.

“Oh, hey Isabel, what happened to you? You look like you just got off a horse?”

You panic, sounding incredibly guilty and you fumble around with your words. “Hey Chelsea, yeah I dunno I think I strained something yesterday at training, I woke up this morning and my leg just really hurts. I tried to have a shower to warm it up but it hasn’t done anything.”

“Yeah if you did it yesterday maybe you need to put ice on it rather than heat. I’ll have a chat with Stacey she does all the strapping and injury diagnosis for the team, if we have time I'll pop in with her this arvo, before we head to that basketball guy’s party.”

“Oh I totally forgot, Tyrone’s party, is that tonight?”

“You got an invite? Wow, you're more popular than I thought. We'll definitely be over later to patch you up so we can take care of you at your first college party.”

“Haha I’m a first year and it’s the first party of what’s going to be a long season, I’m not going to get up to any trouble.”

“We will see, anyway, I’ll be over later.” She leaves looking more sprightly than normal this morning but it’s the last thing on your mind as you resume to slow trudge back to your room. You eventually get there, the dull throb in your pussy has not subsided and you get the impression it’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

You have two options, pull out a packet of frozen peas and stay in your room all day icing your sore pussy or try your best to ignore it and head to class.