Avalon held his face in her hands and sucked on his bottom lip. She loved how she fit in his lap so perfectly and when she wiggled her butt she could feel his throbbing member. He leaned forward and pushed her onto her back. She was so tiny under him and he moved his mouth from her mouth down to her earlobe. He kissed lightly and then sucked hard, causing Avalon to moan and whimper.
“I’m not normally this forward. Promise.” Michael held her hands above her head with one hand and ran his other hand under her. He was on his knees so as to not crush her and lifted her butt so her back was arched.
“We should get back to the assignment.” Avalon was whimpering and trying to focus, but it wasn’t working. She wanted to continue, but didn’t want to go all the way on their first meeting.
“You’re right.” Michael sat up and grinned. His cock was so painfully hard yet he knew they should wait. He stood up and sat in his desk chair, pulling Avalon into his lap facing his laptop. They spent the next hour or so typing out their ad. She typed faster than he did so while she did that he rubbed her back and arms. When she asked him for his ideas, he would whisper them in her ear. By the end of the night, their bodies were on fire, but the radio ad was done.
“I have to go home now. I have class at eight tomorrow.” Avalon was biting her lip. She really wanted to stay, but both of them knew it was better this way.
“I understand. Do you want to go out to dinner tomorrow?”
“Of course.” Avalon got up on her tiptoes and Michael leaned down to meet her lips. It was a soft kiss and said so much.
The next week was a whirlwind of activity. They spent every spare moment together. Avalon lived on campus so, on many nights, one of them would be walking back to their dorm after a hot make out session. Michael told Avalon all about his courses and why he wanted to become a research scientist. Avalon shared with Michael how her parents were environmentalists and she had been brought up surrounded by protests and sit-ins. Every time they got together, they wouldn’t go further then just kissing.
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“Ready for the presentation?”
“Yep.” Michael and Avalon were walking to their environmental studies class. Today was Earth Day and the professor had scheduled their radio ads perfectly. They entered and compromised on sitting in the middle of the auditorium. Avalon wanted to sit in the front row, but Michael said that was too geeky. Michael wanted to sit in the back row, but Avalon said it was too antisocial. There were twenty groups and they were the second to last to go. Their ad was pretty good. They went back and forth saying statements about global warming. Avalon would state an example of a human cost of global warming then Michael would give a monetary cost of global warming. At the end, they both said together “Is it worth the cost?”
After class, they walked hand in hand out of the building.
“I want to show you something.” Avalon led Michael down the path towards the back of the campus. The campus had a forest on the eastern side. She led him towards a tree.
“This is the tree I’m named after. This is an apple tree.” She said it so matter of fact that Michael couldn’t help but laugh.
“I know what an apple tree looks like.”
Avalon bit her lip and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss him. He kissed her back and leaned her back against the tree. He ran his hands up and down her sides and then suddenly spun around and sat down at the base of the tree. He pulled her into his lap and nuzzled her nose.
“I want you so badly Avalon. You have no idea.”
Avalon snaked her hand under them and grabbed his cock through his jeans. “Oh I think I know.”
While Avalon struggled to unzip his jeans, Michael was reaching under her flowered skirt to find her panties. His fingers brushed against the soft cotton and he moaned, feeling her wetness. He wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing, but when her small hands gripped his cock he almost came right there.
“Oh Avalon!” Michael bucked his hips up to her eager hands as she stroked his member. He moved her panties to the side and found her pussy. It was soaking wet and he felt her soft curls. He brushed lightly, not wanting to be too aggressive.
“Stop being so gentle.” Avalon leaned over and bit his neck. She lifted herself up so she was right above his cock. He held her hips and she guided him inside her. Their eyes were locked as he sank all the way inside her wetness. They whispered sweet nothings to each other. He held her small hips and rocked her back and forth. She panted faster and he sped up. He was so close to cumming.
“I’m close. God I can’t hold back.” Michael pushed her down hard and unloaded himself inside her. He looked right into her eyes, hoping she wouldn’t get angry. When he finished, she grinned.
“Good. Now make me orgasm.” She grabbed his hand and pushed his fingers against her clit. He was hard again and he let her show him how to make her cum. She pressed his fingers hard against her clit and then stroked it softly. Michael desperately tried to remember every stroke, every touch. She let go of his hand and pinched her left nipple and began to cum. She whimpered softly and then kissed Michael on the lips.
“Wow.”
“Wow is right. I might get addicted to outdoor sex.”
Avalon giggled. “Well it is Earth Day isn’t it?”
The End
Rites
Aidan was seventeen when they lost everything. This of course was not how his parents chose to see things; they preferred to use words like “embracing change” and “fresh beginnings,” but Aidan saw things for what they were. For all his father’s promises and creative re-wordings, they were unsuccessful, floundering, bereft, and now all that was left was to turn tail and run.
The farmhouse was a far cry from the lavish penthouse they had called their own. Here, the high ceilings were adorned with splintering exposed rafters, rather than the gleaming steel and glass of the home he had always known. Instead of a city of human rabble laid out before their feet, theirs for the taking, in the shadow of this crumbling house there was nothing but dust and grass. He was disgusted.
His parents were pleased with the move. His mother had always held ‘Mother Nature’ in high regard; vegan since time out of mind, she had imposed her lifestyle upon her family with an almost religious fervor. She in particular had embraced the move away from their life of “soulless steel,” as she had always put it; the city had always been a cage to her, and it had always been her prayer to return to the land with which she identified so closely. His father, of course, reaped the benefits of her newfound joy: Although in public his mother celebrated her favored pagan holidays with an almost tongue-in-cheek, light humor, even from two floors above them Aidan could hear the sounds of their raucous, celebratory lovemaking.
Although Aidan said nothing in the awkward, silent mornings that followed, they found his inability to make eye contact with them somewhat troubling. What they did not know, of course, and what he would never dare to share, was his silence was born of humiliation, not derision. They need not know he holed up in his room because his hands remembered too well the shape of his mother’s body, or that his own flesh responded to each sound that wafted from her room to his. He had not touched her since his earliest days, falling asleep to the thump of her heart beating soft against his temple, his small hands still clutching at her breast, but somehow that knowledge only served to stir him further. In the cool of night, his lights long doused, his breathing long slowed to mimic the sounds of sleep, he listened to them. He imagined her hair, falling dark and thick in locks to her waist. He envisioned her skin, the same deep brown of the doe that haunted their fields in early morning. He gripped himself, too tight; awoke sore and raw and weak from desperate fantasies and sweat-slick dreams.
These secret pleasures were small comfort. They left him feeling uncomfortable and more alone than before. The space between him and his family grew wider by the day; in time he came to avoid even his mother’s briefest smiles, her smallest touch. Consequently, Aidan was left with no desire to further explore the miles of farmland and forest that surrounded him. So caught up was he in his misery and self-pity that it took him more than a year to find the little glade, and still longer before he met the woman who would be his ruin.
Winter was fast approaching when at last he ventured out. The ground was hard beneath his feet; the heavy thud of his graceless footsteps carried easily, announcing his presence to all within earshot. He turned a corner and the forest opened before him. He stood at the foot of a hill, his feet at the edge of a narrow stream, his shoulders brushing branches hanging low over the glade’s entrance. His skin pebbled with gooseflesh; the hair at the back of his neck stood up. This was a secret place. This place was hidden from the world. This place was his.
Without thinking he stepped out of his shoes, barefoot and trembling as he passed through the stream. On the other side the grass was thick and lush. It softened his steps, guarding and concealing his passage through this temple. His lips parted in a wordless sigh. His hands raised to his shirt, lifting it up and over his already sweat-slick back. He dropped it to the forest floor, forgotten offering in a forgotten sanctuary. His trousers soon followed, discarded even as he walked toward the hill that filled his line of vision. There was something there, he knew, something beautiful and strange, and the very thought of it stirred new heat in his veins.
The upward slope was a gentle one, soft beneath his feet. He followed as the path directed, his bare feet finding a carpet of tender, new grass laid out as if for him and him alone. The path lay beneath a lacework of branches and leaves, dappled with sunlight and shadow, but the hilltop itself lay naked to the sky, filled with brilliant brightness and surreal, bone-deep warmth. And she was there.
Aidan knew no other way to respond than to go to his knees before her. He tried to avert his eyes, but her presence drew him like a moth to flame. His eyes roved her body, all softness and curves and dark, lineless tan. Her eyes, the rich black-brown of fresh-tilled earth, met his and engulfed him entirely. Heat pooled low in his stomach. He opened his mouth to speak, but words fled.
“Aidan,” she said. Her voice was his mother’s, warm and inviting: the same silky tone he had only heard through walls and cracked-open doors. “At last.”
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She leaned down to him then. The curtain of her hair fell thick and dark over his line of sight. He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of her, his lips parting as he felt her draw close. Her skin brushed past his open mouth, and his body responded unequivocally. She laughed; it was the sound of a stream over stones, of rain across the plains. She twined slender fingers in his hair and guided him upward.
Aidan pressed his mouth between her legs, hungrily lapping at her wet heat. His first taste of her would have been enough but against all probability she allowed him to go on. He traced the lines of her body, dragging teeth and tongue over her sweat-slick flesh, nuzzling greedily into the apex of her thighs. He groaned, broken and wordless; he longed for more and dared not ask.
She sensed his need and moved to accommodate it. Lying back in the grass she beckoned to him, spreading her legs as he crawled shamelessly to her on hands and knees. Servile and pleading he kissed every inch of her, running his tongue around the curve of her ankle, the slope of her knee, the hollows of her ribs with all the same attention he’d paid elsewhere. His teeth found her breasts, nipping lightly at taut flesh as her back arched against him. She raised her legs to him, ankles crossed at the small of his back, smiling even as she dug sharp nails beneath the lines of his shoulderblades. He bucked against her, crying out at the unexpected pain, but there was nowhere to go but closer.
His lips pressed to the hollow of her throat, pale against her brown skin, gasping and weak in contrast to her even, steady breath. She would brook no further delay. She dug her heels into his back, bruising his spine, forcing him toward her. With a groan he slid into her slick heat, shuddering in the enveloping circle of her. She crooned her approval, her hips canting upward to beckon for more. His hips snapped in answer, driving his aching body into hers; she met the pain with a satisfied sigh, her sharp-edged smile growing only wider in answer.
Blood welled at his back, hot and thick beneath her hands; bruises pooled at his hips as he moved so deep he felt she might swallow him whole. Still it never seemed enough for her. For every encouraging noise she gave, every approving stroke of her hands across his wounded flesh, she silently begged him for what he could not seem to give. He was weak, human, less than her in every way. At last, frustrated, she grasped his shoulder with one chestnut hand, his hip with the other, and forced him to his back. Slim fingers curled at his throat, her palm pressing hard against his windpipe. He choked. His eyes watered as he stared up at her. “Life from me,” she said. “Life for me.”
She lowered herself onto him again, rolling her hips against his with a bruising, grinding force. Grass and dirt worked their way into the wounds at his back. He winced, but if she noticed his discomfort she gave no sign. Her hand tightened at his throat, clasping and releasing in time with her motions atop his captive form. Breath fled and returned at the rhythm she dictated; helpless and hopeless, he gave in to her. She felt his submission and reveled in it. Her dark head tipped back, black eyes to the sky, black hair falling in liquid waves down her back. She moaned affirmation and dug her claws into his neck. Her body tightened around him, sucking him dry with a hunger he could not begin to contemplate. Her knees scraped against the ground below as she raised from his body again, then dropped back onto him with all her weight. A shaky plea fell from his lips, but she was no longer listening.
Harder and faster she moved. Her grip grew stronger, and soon enough she forgot to release him altogether. He writhed beneath her violent motions, his hips jerking upward to meet each sharp thrust of her body against his own. His hands shook as he lifted them to her; she allowed him, at least, the touch of his hands against her breasts, the brush of his nails over her taut nipples. He felt his breath failing. Felt his vision start to blur. He shuddered, groaning mindlessly as he came inside her, grasping childlike at her breasts, her hips, her thighs, begging for more when no more would come. As his eyes rolled to whites beneath long, black lashes he felt her tense in answer, her victory cry a quiet moan as she flexed soft muscles around his exhausted body.
Panting, weary but renewed, she watched him die between her thighs. She did not move. She did not speak. She felt life leave him and pour into her, its vivid heat seeping into every pore, every limb. She smiled. Hours passed as she knelt above him. His flesh whitened, fading, sinking into the earth of this bower she had made for him and him alone. His trap. Altar for the sacrifice he had never planned to give.
She rose. Her hand moved to the soft hollow between her thighs, catching every drop of moisture that tried to escape from her. She slid slim fingers into her body, sighing softly. Her tongue traced the lines of her parted lips. “Your offering is accepted,” she told his corpse. Laughing, Gaia returned from whence she came.
The End
Beach Babe Killer
Tommy hadn’t come here to kill women but sometimes it was so hard to resist. The beaches of the gold coast lay just an hour from Brisbane, twenty miles of gorgeous golden sand backed by huge condominiums, fast food stores, souvenir shops and restaurants of every description. Garish and glitzy, breathtaking and exciting. Like the women
Tall, petite, slim, voluptuous, muscular, blondes, brunettes, and redheads - he had never seen so many striking women and on day three he discovered the best of them all.
He woke from half slumber in the afternoon sun to a vision like that of Venus emerging from the sea on a surfboard. At least six feet tall, with glorious breasts, a dancers legs and a butterscotch tan everywhere not covered by the tiny silver swimsuit.
She walked with and easy grace and confidence, casually ignoring whistles and invites of the men she passed to head toward a small group of girls talking and lounging by the steps from the beach. Their welcome seemed normal but with his acute, almost psychic, perceptions he thought he detected a slight undercurrent of hostility for the splendid surfer girl. If they were jealous he could see no reason. None of them had a physique like his Venus but all were attractive and one, with a baby face, and hair that ran like a river of silver down her back caught his heart with her nervous innocence and fleeting smile.
Gathering his towel and sun block, he walked leisurely past them. He gazed at from his Venus to the baby faced blonde and back again. He wasn’t here to kill women but if they were here tomorrow, it would be a Sign.
They were not there. But he did see the baby-faced blonde again - she was on the cover of his morning paper: ‘Beach Babe Killer, Victim No. 4’.
For a moment he was angry, red spots invaded his vision and he gripped the paper till it was ripped and his knuckles were white. How dare this man kill one of his women?
He fetched his razor. He would not be cheated his rightful prey.
Two days of searching and he saw his Venus again - she was alone and now wore a fiery red bikini. It didn’t suit her but that didn’t stop the leering stares. She wasn’t surfing today but swimming; powerful, smooth strokes effortlessly drawing her through the water. He watched her for about an hour before emerged from what looked like the final swim of the day. He stood in front of her, blocking her path to the monster towel that lay waiting.
‘I watched you the other day.’
Her reaction was neutral, sizing him up.
‘Where are your friends’ he asked, pressing her silence.
‘Why?’ Her response was almost a slap in the face, her words pitched low as if she could kill with merely the tone ‘Do you fancy one of them? Want to use me to get to her? Well if its Jessica then you’re to late. She’s dead!"
Her voice was thick with emotion and she turned away, back toward the sea. He gripped her bicep and pulled hard ’til she turned back. Still cool from the water he could nonetheless feel the glorious heat of her body. The look on her face was a challenge.
He stared into her eyes, deep blue into almost icy silver, not the best looking of men he nonetheless had a magnetism that women found hard to resist.
He lowered his voice and she had to almost strain to catch his words ‘I don’t want the others, I want you. But I see you are beyond persuading’ He released her arm and walked off. He was sure he had her now.
‘Stop’, her voice was less sure as she called him back ‘What did you have in mind?’
‘Why not join me for dinner?’
She had an apartment in a condo off William Street. Minutes away from the beach it was a luxurious three-bedroom suite with a view of the sun bleeding slowly into the sea. Red light like a tide of blood. She had kept him waiting nearly half an hour now and he was becoming restless, nervous for the first time he could remember. He pulled the straight razor from his boot. It was so sharp it could cut a leather strap. Scarlet flashed compulsively from it as he waved it in the light of the dying sun. He didn’t think he’d use it but sometimes it pleased him to think how much the blade terrified them before they learned what real terror was.
Minutes dragged further and the shadows grew unnoticed into darkness until a sudden light at the door to the bedroom startled him from his reverie.
She wore a black lacy dress. Silhouetted as she was, it was practically invisible and did a perfect job of showcasing the body that had had so many men in awe on the beach. She had done things to her hair too - it was now wound tall on her head in an intricate style adding to the impressiveness of her height and slight glitter had been applied to her cheeks. They sparkled like exploding stars as she moved in the doorway, almost undulating, changing position to find the ultimate tease in moves that were more challenge than dance.
He didn’t remember shedding his clothes. He wanted too much to be a part of her, fuck her brains out to screams of delight and then make her scream in other ways.
He almost ripped the dress from her, hands on the full heaviness of her breasts, flaring hips, smooth thighs. God, he wanted this one.
She steered him to the bedroom, a black silk clad double bed. Cool sheets slippery under him, he kissed her nipples gently, moved up to the graceful neck and gorgeous, glittery face.’
‘No. I’m sorry, I can’t do it this way’
He was gasping, ready. ‘What… what do you mean?’ Confused.
‘Like this, I like it different. I like you but I just cant get off like this.’
He would do almost anything; it was necessary for the first part to be ecstasy ‘How do you mean, “Different”’
She hesitated, looked ashamed ‘I like to make out I’m raping my man; tie him up - that sort of thing. I know its not normal but…’
He stopped her, finger on her lips. The idea of being tied excited him, made him shiver in anticipation. He told her so.
Minutes later, his hands were connected to the head of the bed by sturdy, padded handcuffs. On the way to his feet she stroked a gentle, powerful hand down his torso, past his groin. He nearly exploded, hot semen shooting across his chest.
Nearly. One more like that.
His legs were spread, manacled to the bed but he didn’t even notice as she lowered herself onto him. Hot, tight velvet engulfed him.
She started slowly, a maddening rhythm. Just as he felt he could take no more, she would stop; lean forwards breasts within inches of his face, teasing just out of reach. He made a grab for her but was pulled short. Her laughter tinkled merrily and he could feel the pressure building within her, small shudders. She moved faster and faster and he passed the point of no return. Roaring and bucking and screaming they came together and she fell across him.
Lying, sweaty in the faint illumination of the street outside, he basked in the internal glow and daydreamed of what he would do to her before morning.
‘Jessica hated me, you know, they all did. Ridiculed me behind my back. The men too - I know you only wanted me to get to one of them. It’s a very bad trick but up to now I’ve stuck to punishing the girls.’
He opened his eyes. A razor like his own flashed across his face and burning blood flowed.
The End
A Happy New Year
A few years ago my wife Anne and I were invited to a New Years party at some friends. They had a lovely large modern house, set back from the road with its own driveway leading up to the house. In order to allow people to enjoy themselves and be able to drink most guests were being put up for the night in one of the many guest bedrooms the house possessed.
Anne and I had both known Matt and Diana since university. Matt had made a successful career in the city, and had made his fortune there. We were some of the few friends from university that they Matt and Diana were still in regular contact with, and as such we were conscious that we wouldn’t really know anyone at the party or fit in. Anne and I had agreed that if we weren’t enjoying ourselves Anne would fake a migraine and that we would retreat home in a taxi. As it turns out, we needn’t have worried, for as you will see that night we had a particularly good time.
When we arrived at the house, Anne rang the doorbell. We were soon let in by Diana who welcomed us in to the house. She showed us into their large lounge and made sure that we both had a glass of champagne in our hands. She introduced us to a few of their city friends and made sure that Matt knew that we had arrived. The party was already in full swing and some of the guests had already started dancing to old 90s classics.
Initially Anne and I sat down on one of the sofas sipping at our champagne, watching the more established guests enjoy themselves. After ten minutes or so Matt walked over to us with a friend of his, whom he introduced to us. His name was William, and unlike most of the guests was not from the city. William was very good looking, taller than me with piercing blue eyes and an athletic, muscular build.
William worked in the same line of business as me, and sat down beside me. Matt took his leave, but William and I carried on talking about the IT industry for a while. Anne, who was getting bored quickly finished her champagne. Noticing this I offered to go and get every one refills. I got up and headed to the kitchen.
When I returned to the kitchen, I came back to find that Anne had moved up towards William. They were happily chatting away comparing anecdotes about Matt and Diana. Anne realised that we had seen William at their wedding, but hadn’t actually got around to chatting with him. I sat on the other side of Anne and handed out the freshly filled glasses.
A little while later, the music changed to slow dances. Before I had my to suggest to Anne to the dance area, William had already taken her by the hand and lead her to the dance area. It wasn’t long before the dance was getting quite intimate. I could see that William had his crotch firmly pressed into Anne, and one hand holding one of her well formed bottom cheeks. Watching this I felt a mixture of emotions. I was a little jealous, but very turned on to watch my sexy wife act like this with another man in public. I was rapidly becoming very hard and a bulge was appearing in my trousers which I tried to conceal with a strategically placed cushion.
I decided to go to the kitchen to get myself another drink. I bumped into Diana there. ‘Anne and William seem to be enjoying themselves’ she said with a cheeky wicked grin. ‘You’ll have to be careful’, she continued, ‘his room is next to yours upstairs, you know the one that communicates with your usual room when you stay’.
When I got back to the lounge Anne was sat back down on the sofa with William, their arms linked together. Anne whispered into my ear, ‘William got very hard while dancing with me, I am very turned on’.
‘That makes two of us’ I replied, ‘would you like to fuck him?’ I continued. Anne didn’t reply, but she nodded a cautious ‘Yes’ with her head while placing her hand on my crotch, verifying that she had understood me correctly. I replied to this with by whispering back ‘Why don’t you ask him up to our room?’
Anne whispered into William’s ear whilst placing her hand in his lap. The smile on Williams face revealed that he was keen to take Anne up on her invitation. Anne grabbed William by the hand and led him towards the hall way, saying to me as she passed ‘follow us Chris’.
In the hall way, William pushed Anne up against the wall and started to kiss her on the lips enthusiastically whilst exploring her body, his hands slipping up beneath hers skirt. Anne placed her hand on Williams crotch, verifying the effect that she was having on him. His enthusiasm confirmed, Anne broke away, taking William by the hand again and leading him towards the stairs. As she passed me she gave my now throbbing erecting a firm squeeze through my trousers.
On entering our room, Anne led William towards the bed. I closed the door, and pulled an armchair up close to the bed and sat down on it to watch the action that was continuing to unfold in front of me. William began kissing Anne as he began to undress her. He relieved her of her top and skirt such that she was left standing in her matching bra and knickers, wearing hold-up stockings and her stiletto knee high leather boots.
Anne released William’s rigid manhood from his trousers, giving it a few hard strokes before flicking the tip of it with her tongue. She then took his entire cock into her warm wet mouth, sucking on it enthusiastically. She then continued to undress William, and pushed him back onto the bed. She then straddled him, grinding her knicker clad pussy onto his manhood. Wiliam was clearly enjoying this. He expertly removed Anne’s bra and began sucking on her nipples as she continued to grind into him.
William then began to ease Anne’s knickers off, working them down over her boots. He was delighted to find a beautifully shaved., bare pussy. This was too much for him and he flicked Anne over and entered her pussy roughly with his cock, tacking her very hard and fast. Within minutes they were both coming hard. The spectacle was having a strong effect on me, and I had released my own cock, rubbing it as I watched Anne and William fuck.
William pulled out of Anne and lay back on his back. Anne who hadn’t had enough beckoned me over and told me to finish removing my clothes. She then ordered me to enter hew cum drenched pussy which I slipped into effortlessly. The site of Anne and I fucking, was helping William regain his erection and it wasn’t long before he grabbed Anne’s hand to wrap around his cock. Anne began to tug at it, and then stopped saying that she had a better idea.
Anne got me to lie down, and she engulfed my cock into her slipper pussy. She then began to lie back against me, parting her legs. She then asked William to enter his cock along side mine. Delicately, William managed to ease himself in, sliding alongside my cock. As Anne became more accustomed to the two cocks in her pussy, William was able to get more and more enthusiastic, working Anne hard, whilst sliding along my length. William and I were soon coming inside of Anne, filling her up with all our cum.
After this William went down on Anne, rapidly making her come with his tongue as I sucked on her breasts. That night we tried just about every combination possible, repeating our previous double penetration, only this time with me in Anne’s anus.
We fell asleep an hour or so into the new year, with Anne lying between us, a hand on each cock. In the morning I was woken by the motion of the bed to find Anne riding William hard, just I time to see her make herself cum. She looked beautiful. When she saw that I was awake she said glad you could join us, transferring to my morning glory as soon as William had deposited his gift inside her.
After this, the three of us showered together in the walk in shower, and went downstairs to join the rest party for breakfast, with big grins on our faces.
The End
Sally’s Surprising Stranger
My wife, Sally, has always been rather reserved when it comes to our sex lives, shunning most of my more adventurous suggestions. However, I have often wondered if her apparent shyness did not mask a greater sexuality than she generally admitted to. I was aware of increased intensity in our love making and her orgasms if she had been watching a film with some hot sex scenes, although she would deny that it had had any affect on her.
On the return trip of our recent holiday though, I was left with little doubt that she has some deep rooted, strong sexuality. We had booked into a small country lodge to break our long car journey home. It is a lovely quite lodge with only 5 rooms and the owner-manager is a woman who lives in the nearby village – so leaves the lodge after serving the dinner.
That night we seemed to be the only guests and were looking forward to having the lodge entirely to ourselves, and to enjoying the absolute tranquility of sitting out on the deck after dinner enjoying the view. We were a little disappointed when another guest arrived just before dinner, spoiling the thought of total exclusion.
Since this man was on his own we felt it was the polite thing to do to include him in the conversation over dinner. Nick turned out to be an educated and entertaining person, that could talk on a wide range of subjects. He was on his way to a conference but also needed to break his journey.
Enjoying the conversation we relaxed and had quite a few glasses of wine with dinner. With dinner over and the owner having left for her home, we moved out onto the deck with another bottle of wine, to enjoy the beautiful warm evening. Sitting out there the conversation became more personal and I noticed that Nick was passing quite a few compliments about my wife, especially her good figure. Although Sally is in her early 40s, she does work out regularly and has an excellent figure with nice firm breasts. Although she just fobbed off his compliments I knew she really appreciated them. As more wine was consumed the comments became a little more risqué, with Nick telling Sally that he would really like to see her in a bikini, and asking if we ever went to topless beaches.
I was a little surprised that Sally was openly going along with this banter and even throwing some of her own comments back at him. At some stage the conversation went a little quite and I excused myself to go to the toilet. On walking back onto the deck I noticed Nick had moved onto the couch next to Sally, and had his one arm casually resting on the couch backrest behind Sally. I thought nothing of it until I sat down again opposite them and noticed that despite the warm evening Sally’s nipples were erect and pushing hard against her cotton top. Clearly something had been said or done while I was away that had got Sally a little excited. (I found out later that Nick had moved across as soon as I was out of sight and had kissed Sue full on the mouth and fondled her breasts).
Sally tried to continue with light conversation but clearly something had changed. Nick got more bold and started saying that he was sure that we must have great sex lives with Sally being such a sexy wife.
“Sally - I bet you look great in the nude,” Nick said in quite a serious tone.
With the wine having relaxed Sally, she just laughed.
“Nick, you can go dream about it!”
With that Nick looked Sally straight in the eyes.
" Come on Sally, won’t you show me your boobs? Be a sport."
There was a stunned silence as she looked first at him and then at me, with confusion in her eyes. The thought of her showing off her boobs to this stranger had me quite turned on, so I smiled and winked at Sally. She still hesitated, but after a few more compliments and encouragement from Nick agreed to remove her top, but said her bra would stay on.
Looking a little embarrassed she stood up, removed her cotton top and turned for Nick to get a view from all sides. I could see Nick enjoying what he saw. Sally’s bra was very sheer and did nothing to hide her rapidly hardening nipples. Sally was looking a little shy at this stage, but went to sit next to Nick again.
As she leaned back Nick started caressing her neck again, but also brought up his other hand and lightly and slowly caressed the sides of Sally’s breasts through the bra, complimenting her all the time. Her face initially registered some alarm but as the caresses continued this changed to mixed pleasure and resignation. Nick quickly detected this and the caresses progressed to nipple tweaking.
“Ahhhhhhh!” - a soft moan escaped from Sally.
Clearly Sally was enjoying the attention and so was I. I had never seen my wife being fondled by another person. Her rock hard nipples told me she was getting quite turned on - and so was I.
With the hand behind Sally’s neck Nick pushed her slightly forward.
“Sally I just have to see those beautiful tits naked.”
With Sally showing no resistance Nick unclipped her bra and pulled it off her. Sally just smiled at him as he first fondled the fully exposed tits and then brought his mouth down to suck on her nipples.
“Ohhhhh - Nick what are you doing to me?”
Sally moaned rather more loudly now, and I knew from experience with her that she was getting very turned on.
As far as I knew Sally had never let another man see her topless, let alone fondle her. Clearly she was willing to be more daring that night. I was loving it and finding it very erotic.
What happened next took me by surprise. Coming up from sucking a nipple Nick spoke to Sally in a no-nonsense tone of voice.
“Undo your jeans for me NOW.”
Sally did not hesitate, undoing the button and her zipper all the way.
“Look me in the eyes!” Nick instructed Sally.
He slowly slid the palm of his hand over her flat tummy, under the elastic of her thong and down between her legs. From the look on Sally’s face she was not going to resist, she was just so turned on. Still looking into Nick’s eyes, she opened her legs to give him easy access to the treasure between her legs. It was clear that Nick had shoved a finger or two up her cunt and was slowly working them in and out.
“You are really wet and horny aren’t you?” teased Nick,looking at first at Sally and them at me. I was really enjoying watching my wife being seduced and gave Nick an encouraging smile.
“Ohhhh my - that feels soooooo good!!” Sally groaned and opened her legs wider still.
This was a very different Sally to the sexually reticent lady I knew, and it was really turning me on. I rubbed my raging hard-on through my pants as Nick continued to work Sally’s nipples and massage her clit and cunt. Sally was starting to ride with his caressing, when he suddenly stopped and looked at Sally and myself.
“Get your husband to take your jeans and panties off. I want you totally naked!!” instructed Nick.
Again the tone was firm and I started realizing that he was in control. He could see I was enjoying what was happening and was not about to stop him. Sally quickly got up and stepped over to me, clearly wanting me to comply with Nick’s wishes. I tugged down her jeans and could smell that she was in a high state of arousal. As I reached for the little black thong, I suddenly found myself wondering if I was ready to see my wife being fucked by another man. Here I was undressing my wife totally for a stranger.
“You do realize that Nick wants to fuck you – do you want that?” I said as I exposed her cunt to Nick.
“Oh yesssssss “, and a deep sigh was the response.
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Without waiting for a response from me she walked back to Nick, who made her sit down on the edge of the couch and lean back. He opened her legs wide so I could see him insert 2 fingers up her sopping cunt and then with the other hand slowly started rolling her clit. When Sally sarted moaning again he bent down and started licking and sucking her pussy.
“My oath - that feels sooooooooo good Nick!”
I could see that Sally would soon climax, but Nick again took control and suddenly stopped and produced his own large hard-on.
“Right Sally - now you get to suck my cock in front of your husband. Does that turn you on?”
“Uhuh,” replied Sally nodding her head.
Sally seldom gives me a blowjob but she launched straight into sucking his cock, clearly not willing or wanting to miss out on any of the eroticism.
The sight of my naked wife enthusiastically sucking another man’s cock had me so turned on that I pulled out my own cock and brought myself to a rapid, huge orgasm.
As I was coming back to reality again I saw that Nick had now bent Sally over the couch and was giving her a good solid fucking from the rear. It didn’t take long for Sally to explode into a mighty orgasm.
" Ahhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss!!!!!".
Sally was shaking all over and the most vocal I ever known her to be. Nick followed soon afterwards emptying his load into Sally’s cunt.
“Fuuuuuck! - thats really good honey” he groaned.
As they both flopped onto the couch Nick gently took Sally’s head and pushed it down onto his cock.
“Suck it clean honey” he instructed.
She willing did this and even managed a glance across at me and gave me a very contented smile.
There was no conversation as we sat in our relaxed post-orgasm state. I was still pondering on the evening’s incredible events, when Nick broke the silence.
“Sally – you are going to spend the night with me. I have unfinished business with you”.
Sally looked across at me, with pleading expression that told me I had to agree. What a wanton wife Sally was turning into tonight. Nick lead her off, still naked, to his bedroom. He closed the glass door that lead from the deck into his bedroom and drew the curtains.
I realized I was very excited by the fact that Sally had gone off, with my permission, with this relative stranger for what was clearly going to be a night of steamy sex. As I started stroking my erect cock again I noticed that the there was a slight crack of light coming from the drawn curtains in Nick room. I couldn’t resist and moved closer to have a look.
Nick had Sally lying face down on the bed and was massaging her with some oil or lotion. Gradually the massage became more focused around her bum, with the occasional finger moving well down the slit. After getting her to a squirming stage he got Sally to move her knee’s up, so that her arse was high in the air and her cunt and anus totally exposed. I could not hear all the conversation but the snippets that I got were decidedly raunchy. With Sally so exposed he started to massage the oil around her cunt and then slowly started moving his finger around her anus. This I knew was sacred ground – I had never been allowed to touch her there. As the attention to her backdoor increased I could see Sally breathing more deeply. At this point Nick plunged his index finger right up her arse. Sally flinched but gave no sign of rejection. After a minute or so another finger followed. I then clearly heard Nick.
“I am going to fuck you up the arse now. Are you ready for that?”
Sally nodded a clear yes. With that he climbed on the bed, made Sally hold her arse cheeks wide open, and proceeded to ease his cock up her tight rear hole. Her face showed a mix of pain and pleasure. Soon this look turned to absolute bliss as Nick rode her rear hole and flicked her clit with his hand.
“Oh god yes - Nick fuck me in the arse!!” she yelled as she rode another huge orgasm.
That was too much for me and I deposited my cum all over the glass door. With a tender, limp cock went off to my room to get some sleep
I was woken just at sunrise by the sounds of Nick opening the door onto the deck from his room.
“Sally I have to leave early to get to my desination in time.”
“Oh, that is a shame, I was hoping to have sex again before you leave” I heard Sally say with feeling in her voice.
The two of them stopped outside my door.
“You go and get a good fucking from your husband now. He was obviously very turned on by watching his wife get screwed by another man. I am sure you can give him some good relief” said Nick in farewell to Sally.
She then stepped into our room, looked at me, smiled and gave me a long open mouthed kiss.
“Thank you for last night. It was incredibly erotic. Did it turn you on a lot as well?” she asked searching for afirmation in my the eyes.
My raging hard-on gave her a totally unambigious answer.
She flopped on the bed, inviting me to take advantage of her new found sexuality and wantoness.
The End
Kitty Kitty Bang Bang
A six-month project took me to a university town where I rented an apartment. One thing I enjoyed there was the opportunity to attend free lectures and I also found there were music recitals by graduate students who had to perform to complete their degree.
There was a flute recital one evening that was really excellent. The audience was quite small, just friends and family I should think, and at the end of the concert it was announced that there was a reception with wine and cheese. Some of the students seemed surprised that I decided to attend without knowing anyone, but they were friendly enough except for one girl, Kitty. She was a little older than the other students and rather overweight.
For some reason Kitty gave me a hard time about showing up to get free food and wine, and probably wanting to get one of the women students into bed. I agreed, but turned the tables by telling her that if given the choice SHE would be the woman I wanted!
She told me I had no chance at all, but we continued to talk about music and the university. She was a singer, and had a lovely speaking voice so I enjoyed listening to her.
After a few glasses of wine Kitty seemed to be softening in her view of me and occasionally found a reason to touch my arm or hand or knee. I did the same and I found myself nibbling her fingertips while she looked hard into my face with eyes that were getting moist.
“Would you REALLY want me in bed?” she asked suddenly. “In bed, on the sofa, or the location of your choice,” I replied and to my surprise and delight she just smiled, “OK” and we got up to leave. We thanked and congratulated the performer, who looked surprised that Kitty and I were leaving together, but hugged Kitty and told her to have fun.
I had walked the short distance from my apartment, so Kitty drove us in her rusty old Volvo. I kept a hand on her thigh while she drove and she dropped her hand off the steering wheel to hold mine in place. She took my arm and we walked like old friends to the apartment building and into the elevator. I kissed her gently and held her for a moment; she sighed and perhaps trembled slightly but didn’t hesitate as she walked to my door and then into the sitting room.
“I should prefer that we use the bed,” she said shyly as I kissed her and touched her face, “but will you let me have a couple of minutes before you come in?” By good fortune I had put clean sheets on the bed before going to the concert, and the apartment and bedroom were tidier than usual. I heard Kitty use the bathroom, then she went into the bedroom where I had turned the light to a low setting. I undressed in the bathroom and put on a robe. In the bed I could just see that Kitty lay under a single sheet that was pulled up to her chin. I could see the soft mounds of her breasts with nipples appearing erect. Her belly was another gentle mound, and there was a valley between her legs that were a little way apart. Her eyes were closed.
I dropped the robe and slid under the sheet, reaching to touch her hand. She took my hand and placed it on her breast that I cupped, taking the nipple gently between finger and thumb. She gasped a little and rolled towards me to press herself against my thigh. I could feel the thick patch of pubic hair and the heat of her groin.
We kissed and felt and stroked and explored. Her hand reached for my erect penis and gently held it. “You really DO want me,” she said, “I hope I don’t disappoint you.”
“Even if we did nothing more this evening I should not be disappointed,” I assured her. “This is like a wonderful dream just to have you with me.”
Her mood turned more positive, “Well, maybe we can do just a LITTLE more.” She paused, “Or maybe we could do a LOT more …”
My fingers explored between her thighs, which she lifted to give me access. She was very wet and very hot as I separated the lips and moved my fingers around, hinting at moving on to her clitoris. I sucked her nipples quite hard as I fingered her, and she pulled me towards her.
I lay between her thighs and felt her heat on the tip of my penis. She took the shaft and placed the knob at the entrance to her vagina.
“NOW,” she said, but I put just the tip into her, and then pulled back slightly.
“You are lovely,” I said as I fingered her again and then pushed in a little further. Kitty was gasping and pulling at me but I took four or five moves before I was fully into her hot body. She was tight, but very slippery so I had a beautiful sensation as I started to fuck her properly. She had assured me that no condom was needed, and I built up a great rhythm as I got near the point of climax. Kitty was moving with me and encouraging me, but as I released my sperm into her I felt there was something missing.
As we lay together under the tangled sheet I touched her gently. I realized that Kitty had not reached orgasm and I wanted to help her finish. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I almost never get an orgasm.” Was that the disappointment she had mentioned? Everything else was perfect. We talked and kissed and touched for a while, and then Kitty got dressed, still in dim light, and went home.
Was it just ego? I was certain I could give Kitty an orgasm, and we started working on the idea. We tried licking and fingering, and a vibrator that got her almost to climax, but not quite. We had sex with a condom so that I might last longer. We had sex in bed in the dark, on the sofa by firelight, and standing against the kitchen counter with all the lights full on. We used the missionary position, did it doggie-style, and I even managed to penetrate her while she lay with her buttocks and feet on the sofa and her head and shoulders on the floor. Nothing worked, but we had a lot of fun trying, at least I did, and Kitty seemed happy to be with me and glad that I was enjoying her body.
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We had been seeing one another for about a month when Kitty asked me to have dinner with her Mother and Stepfather who lived about an hour away. Kitty’s Father had died after a heart attack when she was 14, and her Mother had married again about two years later. Robert and Olive seemed nice people and welcomed me even though I was about twelve years older than Kitty. The dinner was excellent and after some wine the conversation was good. Kitty intended to stay at home for a couple of days, but we sat by the fire after her parents excused themselves and went to bed.
Kitty had been attentive to me all evening, touching me often and letting her long hair brush against my face when she passed me. “Come upstairs,” she said, and we went up to her room. I had not expected to have sex but Kitty appeared in a hurry. She dropped her clothes in a heap and unfastened my pants, pulling my penis out and taking it in her mouth as it stiffened. She lay back on the bed with her legs wide apart.
“Fuck me,” she said, and I knelt to enter her. Even without foreplay her vagina was wet, and her clitoris was hard as I fingered her. “Now,” was Kitty’s command and I thrust into her. As I did so the bed moved and the headboard hit the wall. I was desperate to have hot, sticky sex, but I tried to reduce the movement, or to get her to turn across the bed so any rocking would be away from the wall.
Kitty, however, would not stop! “Harder, faster, fuck me all the way,” she was almost shouting and every time I thrust my cock into her hole the bed went “Crash” against the wall.
I became aware that Kitty was moaning and moving with more and more intensity, and I put even more effort into my thrusts. Just as I thought I could hold back no longer, she gave a cry and her nails raked my back as her legs tightened round me. I pumped the semen into her as she gasped and sobbed uncontrollably, somehow laughing at the same time.
We held one another and talked quietly for a long time. Kitty told me about the time when her Mother started dating Robert and then when he started staying overnight, and then their wedding. She talked about her resentment of Robert taking her Father’s place in the family, in her Mother’s bed, and between her Mother’s thighs. Kitty told me how, as a girl of 16 she could hear the couple in the next room having sex, and hearing her Mother’s cries as she reached an orgasm.
Kitty said she started having sex herself soon after that, and she wanted Robert and Olive to know what she was doing and maybe to worry about her. Her early boyfriends could not bring her to climax, but then when she dated a black guy, Tom, she would always have an orgasm if she had told her parents who she would be with so they could picture his black cock sliding into her. I wondered if the size of Tom’s penis was a factor, but she assured me that it was a little smaller than mine. She reached for me in a reassuring way when she said that. Very nice!
I stayed all night, and had to endure some very cold looks at breakfast. Kitty was in a great mood, though, and chatted away happily. She was wearing flimsy clothing, and I wondered if she was trying to get Robert excited as she sat in a short skirt with her knees apart looking at him across the room, and occasionally touching her breasts and her lips. She took my hand, told her parents we needed some time upstairs and led me back to the untidy bed.
We were not as noisy as the previous evening, but it was obvious to her parents that Kitty was getting my stiff penis pushed into her. Whatever the reason, Kitty managed to reach orgasm again.
We had about six weeks together before I had to leave, and although Kitty didn’t reach orgasm every time we had sex, she got there a few times without needing an “audience” nearby!
We had decided that when I left that would be the end of our relationship. To be truthful we didn’t have so much in common, and just before I said goodbye to her she met a musician, Pedro, who was close to her own age. With his long hair and a straggly beard, maybe he would be “unsuitable” enough for her parents’ disapproval, if that’s what it took to keep her excited. I hoped so.
I heard from Kitty just three times after I went back to California. She sent an announcement that she and Pedro would marry; a year later came news about their first son. She also sent a cassette tape that she and Pedro had recorded. I had heard her lovely voice in church and in a musical play, but this was a set of songs that a Mother might sing to her child. It seemed a good omen for a happy family.
The End
He’s All Man
Girls, my name is Nancy and I have to tell you about an experience I had at work. I am a specialist who consults with teachers to improve the services for students with disabilities. One day I received a call to inform me of a new student that I was to see. I was given the phone number of his teacher, a guy by the name of Mark Lewis. Oh great, I thought, a guy teacher, how gay. Men teachers are usually dull, old and grumpy or gay. Girls let me tell you, I was in for the shock of my life. He was far from gay. He’s all man!
I made arrangements to meet Mark and review the files for my new student. I walked into the room and thought to myself no way! This can’t be the dull, boring lifeless teacher, can it? Let me tell you about him.
He stood about 5 foot 9, about an inch taller than me. He looked incredibly fit, maybe about 170 solid pounds. He had naturally tanned skin and his frame told the tale of many trips to the gym. You could see that he was an athlete, maybe just a weekend warrior but an athletic body nonetheless.
His hair was of that curly-wavy variety and built for running your fingers through. I later learned that he looked just as good after cutting all his hair off. His eyes were a devilish, bedroom greenish-brownish-hazelish color. He has a way of smiling with his eyes at times. Other times his eyes say to me: yes, I will devour you if given the chance. He has a way of looking deep into you.
His facial hair was a light stubble which gave him a rugged, tough guy appearance, yet his smile proved him a sweatheart. He was charming with just a hint of danger steaming off of his sexy body.
His shoulders gave the impression that he could carry you out of harm’s way without breaking a sweat. His arms are built for hugging. Strong and sinewy enough to grip you like a vice but not obscenely muscular to the point where he can’t wash his own back (although I wouldn’t mind washing his back for him).
His chest is the perfect spot to bury your face in while he buries himself into you. Talking about his chest makes me wet so let’s move on.
His legs and butt were built for running long long distances. Stamina personified was this beautiful man Mark.
Whew! What a man.
So in my travels to Mark’s school I got to know him quite well. Even more so he got to know me. Remember those eyes that could look inside you? Well, he was doing that to me so subtly that I did not notice.
I had been having trouble at home and one day when we were alone, he asked me about my mood and before I could think I told him everything. Mark listened very intently and he understood what I was going through. This specimen of man was sensitive too? Oh my goodness, how is he not hit on day in and day out?
I found that he was married and had three kids to my disappointment.
Mark kept checking on me and his concern eventually pushed us over the edge. He sent me a Happy Valentines text message and from that day on he possessed a part of me that I forgot that I had.
We got into the habit of emailing and texting (500 in one week) and even talking on the telephone. His voice was deep, sensual and warm. During one of our conversations I told him that I liked his beard and haircut. It makes you look like a tough guy, I said. He replied: I am, I’m trouble, stay away, to which I said: Stay away? I wanna lure you into that storage closet in your room and have my way with you.
One day, I finally got my chance. We had been associating on this level for some time and I had to go to his school to drop off some materials. It was late and he was grading some papers. We talked for awhile and I gave him the files he needed. Then he noticed that I was down in the dumps again about my home life and he melted my heart by asking, How would you like an innocent, friendly hug?
yes I stammered breathlessly.
So he grabbed me by the hand. Wow his hands were soft and warm, yet strong. I felt safe. He guided me into the closet, making my wish come true. He turned and locked the door and he took me in his arms in a warm embrace. The feeling of relief was exquisite as all the stress of the day was squeezed out of me by my new friend. He gently rubbed my back and caused my heart to speed up when he ran his fingers through my hair. The friendly hug became so much more.
The embrace got tighter and our hands started to flow freely. I lost my composure and ran my hands up and down his strong back and took the liberty of squeezing his butt. He returned the favor. The way he grabbed my butt let me know that he could pick me up off the ground and just fuck me right there standing up. That opened the floodgates of my insides and I started to moisten.
He then pushed away from me slightly and peered into my wanting eyes with his own devilish eyes. The look was searing with passion and then he kissed me. Not a peck, a real kiss. My head spun trying to recall when I had last been kissed this way. It was amazing, I was the one being kiss feverishly but I felt like I was watching someone else from afar.
He ran his hands up and down my sides along my ribs and then he started to gently roll my nipples with his thumbs, making my whole body flush red. My nipples surged and meet his touch eagerly and I felt faint when he began to kiss my neck. The passion was heavy and it was hard to breathe but I felt safe and secure with Mark. He knew what he was doing and I wasn’t going to stop him.
He turned away from me again slightly and put his hand on the small of my back to lead me to a chair that was sitting in the corner behind a file cabinet. He sat down and then he invited me down to his lap without one single words. He used his eyes. His eyes did all the talking. His eyes seethed with passion and they were hard to look at but impossible to turn away from. I sat on his lap cross-wise and I put my arms around his neck and planted my lips on his with an urgency that suggested total surrender.
Our kisses became too much to handle without further exploration. He grabbed my hips and seemed to lift me up and around so that I was then straddling his. I was engulfed by lust and started to kiss his neck in a greedy fashion. I made my way down to his collarbone and I started to peel his shirt off. mmm, his chest and stomach were mine, mine, all mine.
I sucked his nipples and a gust of wind left his lungs. I’ve never known a man who liked that so much. Mark moaned and if it were not for his deep sensual voice, it reminded me of my own passionate, throaty orgasm. He was definitely liking this attention.
I scooted down a bit so I could kiss and lick around his belly button, teasing him with a preview of what was to come. I then made my move and received and nice reward in return.
I grabbed his slacks by the waist band and started to peel them off. His hips magically lifted, free from gravity and the pants came free from his slender hips. His cock sprang into view and I gasped.
It was perfect. It was not too big, certainly not small, good juicy thickness and shiny. His wonderful penis skin glistened with the same natural tan of his face. The mushroom head of his dick was so round and fat that it made my mouth water instantly and I wanted to bite it. I dared not of course. I grabbed his dick with one hand and he let out a delighted sigh of contentment. I stacked my other hand on top of that and there was still some of him left over for my mouth. I licked around the rim of his head a few times and when I took him in he responed with another grateful groan.
I slowly, carefully gulped his cock down my throat and just held it there for a moment while softly fondling his hot and heavy balls. I then bobbed my head up and down and used my hands to remove my clothes without breaking stride.
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