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High School Girls

... and tried to find a cure for the curse. Unless, of course, he had given up as Joe himself felt like doing, and flung it away. But that seemed unlikely. Even a cursory search online showed that there was no shortage of people willing to pay, and pay big, for something like that. Why throw it away? Maybe a woman had gotten it. Joe didn't know how the ring would affect a natural woman, but he suspected it wouldn't affect them at all. This thing was aimed squarely at men. Why would a woman have a gold cock ring to begin with? No, Joe felt a man had thrown it away. He was almost sure of it. The dying heat of the day soaked into his body as he walked, the hoodie was too thick and Joe felt sweat starting to trickle down his supple back and into the valley between the soft mounds on his chest. He pulled down the hoodie over his head, and regretted not wearing anything underneath it except a bra. If he was still a guy, he would have taken it off and gone home topless. But he was a girl, an annoying, inconvenient girl, and going topless was not something he could do anymore. Yet another item on his 'cannot-do' list. So a guy had thrown the cock ring away. Either it had not affected him, which seemed unlikely, or... a new thought came to him, and he tried his best to reconstruct the events of the evening from the point where he had found the cock ring. The cock ring's effects hadn't been evident right away... he couldn't pinpoint exactly when he had gotten his new pussy, but it ...

... wasn't immediately. At least he hadn't realized it immediately. It had been a good quarter of an hour before he had started noticing a problem. His flesh crawled as he remembered the terror of that night. There was more, wasn't there. But what? Yes. Disgust. He had felt disgust after putting on the cock ring, or he would have left the thing on longer. It had, after, felt really good. He felt a sharp twinge of yearning as he thought about how hard he had been, how good it had felt. His pussy twitched. So much better than this constant, aching, wet arousal. He tried to focus. Yes. Disgust. He remembered that fleeting look on each of his friend's faces as they had pulled off the cock ring. They, too, had felt that quick stab of revulsion. What would he have done if he had been by himself, with nobody nearby to encourage to put it on? He probably would have thrown the ring away. That was it, he was abruptly certain. Somebody, while driving, had touched the ring, and felt the incredible urge to put it on his stiffening cock. Joe tried to imagine someone doing that while driving. Difficult. He had probably stopped by the side of the road and put it on. Feeling the disgust, that someone might have - probably had - flung the ring out the window and continued on his way. Joe tried to imagine what that must have been like for the driver. How quickly would he have noticed that his erection was gone? That his crotch was flat and curving, moistening and growing hot and wet? Joe felt his own ...