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High School Girls

... amusement. Not likely, you cow, she thought savagely. I'd sooner shop by myself. She piled up the dresses into a hamper and left. Maybe she'd have better luck elsewhere. *** "You wanna learn how it works, cutie?" The pawn shop dealer leered, gold chains glistening around his neck. "Uh, no. I just want to know if you sold it." Joe said, and Sam looked at the shopkeep, trying to stop his face from twisting in disgust. "And what if I did?" "You did? Really?" "Yeah. It was part of a lot." In his pants he felt his cock swelling. Surely one of the little whores would be willing to indulge him! He had lusted after them as soon as they had gingerly walked into his establishment. Snotty, stuck-up girls... no parents either. He stared at the subtle cleavage of the redhead, and nearly drooled over the large rack on the blonde. Her. He'd make her a real woman. Snotty, stuck-up bitch. If she complained, he'd slap her around some. Women liked it when you got rough with them. "A lot's when we get, or gather, a bunch of related items. That one was part of a fancy-shmancy sex chest. You know, like dildos, handcuffs, etc... " "This cock ring was a part of it?" "Yeah." Impertinent, stuck-up bitch. She probably was a slut. She'd enjoy this. "Did you put it together?" "Nah, bought it off a stranger passing through town. Sold it to another stranger passing through." Joe's heart felt leaden. "Did you get the name of the man who sold it to you?" "Nah. It was some bitch, not a man. She seemed eager ...

... to get rid of it, and the price was low, so I bought it, no questions asked." Sam frowned at the man's attitude. He didn't like the way he was leering at Joe at all. "License plate number? Any id at all?" "Nope." The shopkeep walked past them and flipped the open sign. Sam saw Joe's face crumple completely, leaving behind a blank shell. He tried to think of what to say to cheer him up, but there was nothing. He realized that he was feeling a crushing sense of disappointment too. Before they even realized it the shopkeep had plucked the ring from their hands. He yanked down his pants and briefs, revealing hairy thighs and a pathetically small cock that was erect and pointing. "C'mon here, you slut!" He said, grabbing Joe with one hand as he slipped the cock ring on with the other. "Let me show you how it's used!" If Sam and Joe had been actual girls, it might have gone differently. Joe might have been ****d while Sam searched desperately for help or called 911. But they were teenage boys, practically men, before they had changed. Joe punched the man between the eyes with as much f***e as his curvy body could produce, while Sam, yelling, grabbed a four iron and swung hard. There was a matted 'thunk' as the golf club connected with the side of the shopkeep's head and the shopkeep fell down onto his greasy, stubbled face. "Jesus! You okay Joe?" Sam asked, breathing hard, his breasts rising and falling quickly. He felt sweat prickling all over his body. Joe was rubbing his hand. ...