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EXTERN WEEKEND, (M/F+.cons)
 by Spiller.
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And the usual disclaimers:
If you are too young, too prudish or just plain unlucky to live in a place
where some people feel offended by erotic literature, you should stop
reading now.
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 It's Sunday night, 1 am. 
 I just fucked my poor husband silly for two solid hours, and right
now he's sleeping like a log, while I'm sitting here, totally confused and
at all doubts about myself.
 I really thought I had life laid out: Job, family, my future and myself.
And then, suddenly, I really don't know.
 A few words about myself: I'm Gerd, 42 years old, quite a
successful teacher, married for 20 years to Claus, who is now 45, two
children who have both left home to study in Copenhagen. I'm fairly good
looking, though nothing spectacular, whereas Claus is a very handsome
man, and I'd say that I really love him. For all these years he has been a
kind, considerate and generous husband and father, as well as a skilled
lover who almost every time manages to give me the most delicious
orgasms when we make love. He always convinced me, that he finds me
pretty in spite of my small tits and skinny frame. Of course our marriage
has had its ups and downs like everybody else's, but those were only tiny
ripples on a smooth surface. I was always immune to the advances I
received from other men, though I have to admit they have not been that
many.
 And here I am. Came home four hours ago from a weekend of
supplementary education, which our school board had ordered (and  paid
for) where I spent two wonderful nights doing things I had never even
dreamed about, and that secret knowledge made me so horny again, the
moment I saw Claus, that I practically raped him and fucked him raw.
What the ...... has come into my head? And my body?
 It all started Friday at noon. School closed early and we were all
bussed to a rather posh hotel. By three o'clock we had been dealt our
rooms and met for afternoon coffee and the first lectures, which by the
way were very interesting and inspiring. After a delicious dinner another
hour was scheduled for a lecture which was more entertaining than really
educational, and then the rest of the evening was for `socialising'.
Through dinner and the last lecture I had been sitting with a colleague of
many years, a man I have always admired for being such an excellent
teacher. Ten years older than me he is, but his mind is so open and
young that our youngest teachers seem old-fashioned and stale
compared to him. The kids love him, and his classes invariably score the
highest grades. At the same time he is always a pillar of calm, spreads a
feeling of security around himself - and never have I heard another
teacher ask him for help and not get it. Those are the reasons for my
admiration - and definitely not his looks or his macho charm. Peter is
only a few inches taller than me, he weighs about 10 kilos too much, and
actually the only really charming thing about him are his eyes, changing
between blue and green and with many wrinkles of laughter around them.

 The `socialising' was not really that posh. A nice lounge, a
CD-player and a dancefloor, a waiter at the bar - and the rest was up to
ourselves. Peter had asked me for the first dance during dinner, but it
seemed he was in no real hurry when we adjourned in the lounge. He
fetched us some drinks and snacks, and we sat in the sofa talking shop,
laughing a little at some of the younger colleagues who were already
smooching on the dancefloor - people we knew were all married, but not
to each other.
 "Seems like a few of them are rather in a hurry to take advantage of
the opportunity," Peter laughed.
 "Perhaps they don't have that many opportunities," I said. "Better
make use of them, if that's your wish."
 "OK", he said with a smile, "and as that is my wish I'd better ask
you: Shall we dance?"
 His elegant advance was so unexpected, that I blushed a little, and
without a word I got up and said:"OK, let's dance."
 And so we did. Peter is an excellent dancer, guiding you around
without letting you feel you are guided, and then for a few seconds he
takes a firm hold of you, just to let you know who is in command. We had
danced a few when a slow one came up. I always loved the slow dances,
and this was no exception. I leaned a little into Peter and felt his arms
around me and actually enjoyed it. Just before the dance finished he gave
me the first chock of the evening. With his deep and firm voice he said:
 "I think you should go to the restroom and take off your bra and
panties so we can enjoy the next slow dance better." At that point he
grabbed my shoulders and pushed me a little off him so he could look me
firmly into my eyes. Like a little nitwit I felt time had stopped, and a little
later the music did too.
 "Thanks for the dance," he said. "It was lovely, apart from a few
impediments."
 He took my arm and we walked back to `our' sofa and sat down. My
stomach was in turmoil because of the unexpected and rather rude
advance he had made on me - and also, I had to admit, the chock of it
made me tinkle all over. If you had asked me 2 hours ago how I would
have reacted to such rude words I should have laughed and said: - I think
I'd refrain from slapping him, but I'd definitely go my way.  And now I was
just sitting in the sofa continuing our talk while my subconscious mind
was figuring out if I should go to the restrooms or not !
 I'm not going to put numbers on all the times it happened during
these days, but this was the first time I did something which is still
inexplicable to myself: After a while I went to the restroom and discarded
my bra and my panties, put them in my purse and returned to the sofa,
Peter and the colleagues.
 A few others had joined us at the table and talk was flowing, the
course, our school, being away from home etc. Peter fetched us some
wine from the bar, and when a slow tune came up on the CD-player he
asked me: "Would you care to dance this one with me?" 
 "Of course, Peter."
 On the floor I had halfway expected him to feel me up to see if I had
complied with his proposal, but nothing of the kind happened. On the
contrary he maintained a small distance which only added to my
excitement. Why the .... did he want me to take off my underwear if he
wasn't going to feel it? Well, I think the sly bastard knew how to whet my
appetite, for when he finally brushed the back of his hand against my
small tits it was more like an electric chock. His right hand slid down to
rest on my hip while he maintained a light pressure on my right breast,
and suddenly I was painfully aware of my naked pussy, and I felt the air
blowing up upon it every time Peter swirled me around and my skirt
flared out.
 "It's very delicious to touch your breast," he whispered into my
ear,  "and it's lovely to know that your pussy is bare if I should feel like
touching it."
 I could feel my cheeks blush as if I was a young girl, and for a short
while I rested my forehead on his shoulder. Suddenly he lifted his left arm
and pushed my hip to make me turn round and round while he was
walking slowly forward, and his right hand stayed down where it was,
trailing from my hip across my belly, round to my arse and with every
turn he lowered that hand, and with the last turn he quickly put a slight
pressure on my pussy as it passed his hand.
 "Feels like you are gifted with an abundant bush," he whispered
into my ear, "I really like that. So many girls shave today, and it just
makes them look like babies." He followed this up with a quick jab of his
tongue. At that moment the slow tune stopped, and thank goodness he
held my arm like an old-fashioned gentleman, because I was quite dizzy
as we walked back to the sofa.
 People were telling jokes as we sat down, but honestly I didn't get
many of the points. I just laughed a little when the others did, while my
head was reeling with questions, the most important of them being: -
Why all of a sudden did my pussy get so wet? And when I looked down
on my white shirt I could see my nipples as easily as I could feel them
poke against the soft silk. I started to get up because I wanted to get out
into the cool air and get my head sorted out, but the cheeky guy said out
loud: "Would you please bring a gin and tonic for me too?" I didn't want
to give long explanations in the presence of my colleagues, so I did the
easy thing and went to the bar. Just as I returned with the drinks a new
slow tune started, and Peter got up and said: "Can I have this one too?"
 "Yes, of course you can, but then it's the last one. It's past
midnight, and I don't want to be too tired tomorrow."
 "Fine with me." 
 He put his arms round me, and held my body rather close to his,
and I was excitingly aware of my nakedness under my shirt and skirt. For
the first time he put his hand on my arse with a purpose. He squeezed my
buttocks rather hard and pressed my pelvis close to his, or rather he let
me feel his stiff cock against my belly. And then he brought up his hand
so he could take my right nipple between his fingers and pinch and twist
it, hard, but not too hard. He had his right hand on my shoulderblades
and he pressed my head close to his and said in his deep voice:
 "I want you to say goodnight when we finish this dance. Go to your
room and leave your door unlocked. I'll come up to you in ten minutes so
as not to make any of them suspicious. And I want you to keep your
clothes on, just as you are now. Got it?"
 "Yes, I got it, but what makes you so sure I'll leave my door
unlocked?"
 "If you don't, I shall have to knock on it and make a terrible noise,
shan't I? I think it's more discrete if you leave it as I told you."
 He leaned into my ear, blew a small breath of hot air into it and
whispered:
  "God, you are a lovely woman. I look forward to hold you in my
arms again."
 As the tune ended he followed me back to the table. I didn't sit
down, though. I bid goodnight to the other colleagues and excused
myself for being tired and in need of the rest. Peter sat down at his usual
place and joined in with the conversation.
 Fortunately I was alone in the lift going up to my room. I'm not sure
I could have carried on a chit-chat with all the emotions churning in my
head and my belly. My pussy felt heavy, engorged and wet, and my
nipples were still trying to drill their way through my shirt. In the room I
told myself that I could still lock the door if I decided so in the next ten
minutes, but as I dropped down on top of my bed I knew all too well, that
I was not going to do it. I sneaked my right hand under my skirt to feel my
pussy - just to check if it was really as wet as I thought. And it sure was !
And the lips were fat and pouty with blood, so much so that my finger
almost plopped in between them when I wanted to feel the wetness. A
touch to my clit sent a wave of lust through my thin body and I pulled out
again. I touched my thighs on the inside, and even though they are so
slim that they never touch each other, they were both damp with my
juices.
 For a short second I contemplated frigging myself off so I might
have a chance to be a bit more cool when Peter would arrive, but I chose
not to - I had a notion that an orgasm now would not calm me down, but
most likely have the opposite effect. 
 - Hi, old bitch, you may as well relax and live this out. It's going to
be a first and last, and now you have a chance to feel how it is to make
love to someone else. Admit it, old girl, you have often wondered how it
might be, haven't you? - and yes, I often have. I closed my eyes and
relaxed as much as I could, drifting off in a series of very erotic dreams,
and when I heard my door silently open, close again, and the lock being
turned, I stayed on my back with my eyes closed.
 Peter did not say anything as he entered. I could hear him walk
from the door, but I kept my eyes closed. I heard him walk up to the bed,
stand there for a little while, probably enjoying the sight I thought, and
then he walked round to the other side. I heard him take off his coat and
his shoes, and suddenly the bed gave in to his heavy body lying down
beside me. At first he did not touch me at all, and I felt my nipples
stiffening further, as if they were crying out to be touched. And that was
exactly what he did.
 "Your nipples just told me, that you are not sleeping."
  With that he moved his hand over and around my tits a few times
before he grabbed both of my nipples with his fingers and pinched them.
My body gave an involuntary jerk of lust, and then he moved his right
hand down my body till it was resting on my flat stomach, just above my
bush. Further down he moved it to feel that bush through my dress.
Thank goodness he did not start out with kisses or some faked romance,
I should not have been able to handle that. This was about sex. Sex and
nothing but.
 "I'm really looking forward to play with that forest of love you've
got here." He pressed his hand against my pubes. "Like I told you at the
bar: I really love a hairy pussy and not those shaved baby imitations."
 He leaned over and kissed my eyelids.
 "Hey, are you going to keep those eyes closed for the next many
hours? Why don't you open them and then lift up your skirt to show me
what you have got there?" His voice was so deep and soft.
 Well, that's what I did! Apparently I was not able to make decisions
of my own. Up till now I had just done what he told me to do, and it
thrilled me that also this time I did it. I grabbed the hem of my skirt and
pulled it up almost to my waist, lifting my hips first to get the skirt out
from under my arse, and secondly to present my black, curly pussy to
him. And as far as I know, he was only the third person to see it (in a
sexual context, that is).
 "Beautiful, beautiful," he whispered, almost as if it was to himself
rather than to me. His fingers combed through my curls many times
before he said:
 "And now unbutton your shirt to show me if your tits are as lovely
as I think they are."
 And again I did what he wanted. What I wanted. My shaking fingers
opened button after button and I pulled the shirt out of my skirt and then I
opened it while I looked into his eyes. He smiled, and then he looked
down on my tits, and I did the same. Did he see what I saw? Two small,
very pointed hills topped by dark brown aureoles and nipples that
seemed too long on those small tits. And stiff the nipples were !
 "Perfect. Just perfect," he whispered again. "God how I'm going to
play with those."
 His body was still not touching mine, and suddenly he let one
finger slip down to my pussy - well, it felt more like a cunt right now! All
wet and slippery. He was only touching me with that one finger. He
started sliding it up and down along my wet clit. Really, he was
masturbating me, and I was on fire being touched by only one finger.
 "I'm going to make you come very soon, but only if you use your
fingers to pinch and twist your beautiful nipples while I do it!"
 I looked down my body. What a sight !  Here I was on a foreign bed
in a foreign room with a foreign man, skirt around my waist, shirt open
and a finger working painfully slow on my tingling clit, and of course I
lifted my hands to my tits and began to squeeze and twist them, sending
electric chocks down through my body directly into my clit. Peter
increased the speed of his frigging, and in record time I felt my orgasm
coming up. 
 "Oh, my God, I coming already," I panted. "Oh, God it's wonderful.
I'm COMING - I'M COMMMMMMING."
 The muscles in my belly started contracting, my thighs were
shaking violently and I was humping my cunt on his finger. With a loud
scream I felt the powerful orgasm almost as if molten lead was poured
out all over me. The cramps were so violent, that my legs tightened up
and bent in hips and knees so I was almost in a fetal position, right there
on my back, shaking and crying.
 "Oh, my God, you horny bastard! It's wonderful, God, I'm still
coming."
 When I folded up like a jack-knife his hand was pushed away from
my cunt, and now he placed over my mouth and said:
 "Hey, lovely. Better be a little more quiet or we'll have all the horny
guys lining op to have a piece of the cake."
 It took me nearly a minute before I was able to relax and let my legs
fall back on the bed. Little beads of sweat had formed between my tits
and on my forehead, and my whole body was hot as hell.
 "Phew, that was lovely," I whispered. "Will you please get me a
towel to wipe my forehead and chest?"
 "I'll do better than that," he said.
 With that he leaned over, and that was the first time I felt his body
against mine, and slowly he started licking the sweat off my forehead and
a little later his tongue cleaned up my chest. His hand moved up on my
belly again, and I felt his fingers tugging at my abundant bush while his
tongue started licking my tits, even though there was no sweat on them.
Feeling his clothes rub against my naked legs and chest was a strange
new sensation, and the way he was tugging and pulling at my bush was
something new, too. He sure was right when he said he loved a real bush
instead of the trimmed or shaven ones. I felt the heat building in me
again, and images of what might be hidden in those trousers began to
form in my mind.
 "Am I the only one who is going naked tonight?"
 "Oh, no, Gerd. If you promise, that you'll stay just as you are right
now, and then play with your bush in the meantime, I'll take a few
minutes to undress."
 "I couldn't play with myself while you watch. I have never done
anything like that."
 "Well, Gerd, there is a first for everything. Are you going to do it, or
do I keep my clothes on?"
 "I'll try if I can do it."
 He got off the bed, and my mind was in turmoil while I tried to let
my fingers comb through my curls. I was a bit surprised when I found
that it was highly erotic to do so and have Peter watch it. He started a
slow striptease beside the bed while I got more and more into playing
with my curls.
 "Take a good hold of it and pull upwards to show me your clit," he
said hoarsely.
 I did just that, and to my delight felt the sheath slowly pull away
from the head of my clit to let a breath of cool air sweep over the
sensitive little pearl. I could not resist to do it again, and slowly I tugged
and relaxed my grip to make it feel as if I was pulling the foreskin back
and forth on a small cock.
 - Oh, my God, I thought. - Claus would get a fit if he saw me now.
The mere thought of it sent a new thrill through my body, and I
concentrated on watching Peter shed his clothes. His chest was naked
now, and he started opening his trousers.  Sure, his chest showed those
extra kilos he was carrying. No ribs to be seen, but on the other hand he
looked extraordinarily smooth for a fifty year old. When his trousers fell
to the floor and I could see his cock I was in for yet another surprise. He
had a belly, all right, but actually the overall impression of his body was
quite favourable. He looked soft and warm, and when I looked at his cock
my cunt started twisting again. Only halfway erected it was not that long,
but I had never imagined something that fat. For a while I stopped
tugging at my bush, just to savour the look he was giving me.
 "What's the matter, do you like what you're seeing? I didn't tell you
you could stop playing with your curls."
 I resumed the delicious tugging, but he broke in again.
 "Oh, no. You stopped, and now you'll have to do it one better. Pull
up hard, and use your index finger of your left hand to touch your clit." 
 I looked into his eyes, not believing my own ears.
 "Do it. And NOW !"
 Of course I did, and my finger sent little electric jolts all through my
body. I felt my cunt begin to drip again, and I imagined it was opening up
more and more, just to prepare itself for that fat cock. But I knew very
well that this was what it always did when I get really horny. Claus
sometimes teases me saying that we skinny girls have the widest cunts,
and sometimes when I get really wild he almost can't feel anything when
he is fucking me, and I have to put my legs together and tighten up the
muscles of my thighs and belly for him to get the right friction.
 - Well, old girl, I thought, there'll be no need to tighten up with that
fat cock. And suddenly I heard myself say words, I should never have
believed:
 "Come on, Peter. Are you going to fuck me with that nice cock or
are you only putting it on display?" I felt my cheeks turn dark red, but at
the same time my thighs fell even further apart.
 "Oh, no, I'm not. I really want to get it inside you right now."
 Quickly he joined me on the bed and got ready between my legs.
 "It's not all that hard yet, but I'll get it in you now, and then you will
feel something I bet you haven't felt before."
 He grabbed his cock with his right hand and with a tight grip
around it he held it stiff enough to push the first half of it inside me. God
it felt lovely. He was stretching my cunt like it hadn't been before, and
with a bit of coaxing he slowly worked it all the way in and then he
stopped moving at all.
 "Now, be very quiet and don't move. This you have to feel."
 I was already very much aware, that his soft body felt very
comfortable on top of mine. Sometimes with Claus the skin on my
protruding hipbones get sore, and it is more hurt than pleasure - but not
with this guy!  And then a jolt flashed through me coming from my cunt.
Peter was lying dead still, but his cock had started to grow !  Not so much
in length, but definitely in thickness !  There was a constant pressure on
the walls of my vagina from his growing cock. When he put that half limp
cock into me I was filled more than ever, and now he was growing !  It
was the wildest ever!  My cunt started twitching all by itself.
 "Quiet. I told you not to move !"
 "But I can't help it. This is so wild it is doing it all by itself," I
whispered hoarsely.
 "Just enjoy it. It's not finished growing yet."
 Right out of the blue it hit me. With no warning, no moving, no
clit-touching, no banging, I started on the longest orgasm !  My cunt was
spasming, my body was twitching and my belly was rippling. Normally I
should have jack-knifed, just as I did when he diddled me, but his heavy
body weighed me down, and all I could do was coming and coming and
coming around that fat pole. My cunt luxuriated on squeezing it again and
again and all it did was growing. And all I did was coming ! I could feel
my juices squishing around in the bottom of my cunt. That fat cock had
me plugged so well that it could not even seep out. 
 I was coming down from the peak, and that fucker was looking at
my face. When he saw my features start to relax he just moved three or
four times in me, pulling my lips out and stuffing them in, and that set me
off again. 
 "Oh, my God," I panted. "It's starting again."
  Just before I started screaming he clamped his hand on my mouth
and pushed in a few more times. I was yelling my muffled insanity into
his hand and my cunt was so much enjoying finally to squeeze a cock in
orgasm. Always it has felt more like opening up into a big empty
dancehall when I was coming on Claus' average cock, but now I was
really feeling my cramps.
 "My God, Peter. It's out of this world. Move again - I'm coming
down and I don't want this to ever end."
 He complied, and now he set up a determined slow rhythm,
pushing his wondercock all to the bottom on each stroke. My juices were
squishing and bubbling out around his cock when he hit bottom. And I
hit the peak again.
 "You are one hot cunt," he gasped into my ear. "You are milking
me now, and I'll spurt into you in a minute or less."
 "Oh, yes. Fill me up. I want to feel you spurt into me. What can I do
to make you come faster?"
 "You don't need to do anything right now. Just squeeze my cock
with your cunt and feel what is happening. OHHHH.  I'M  COMING, IT'S
RIGHT NOW - FEEL IT.   GOD, IT'S LIKE HEAVEN."
   With a grunt he started coming. His cock twitched and became
even fatter, nearly splitting me, and I felt my womb fill up with sperm as
he convulsed on top of me and tried to push himself up through my
whole body and out of my throat. Plugged like never before his sperm
could not get out, it just kept pumping up into my cunt and I felt my belly
stretch a little. I bit his hand to get it away from my mouth. This I had to
yell out, and I didn't care a shit if all the world could hear me. It must
have been my tenth or twelfth orgasm, and it was the strongest yet. My
thighs were shaking, my belly contracting to no avail, my toes curled, my
lips snarled away from my teeth, and my head was thrashing wildly from
side to side while I yelled.
 Slowly I felt it dying out. First I stopped yelling, then I stopped
spasming. I felt his magnificent cock start to dwindle in me, and suddenly
a gush of sperm and juice pressed its way out all around his cock,
making us both wet all over down there. I felt it spread out on our thighs
and run softly down my crack, past my arsehole and down to soak the
bedsheets.
  I was in Heaven !  Hot and sweaty all over my body, drenched in
our juices and with a lovely piece of meat filling me up and giving me
something to contract my cunt around. God how I enjoyed feeling so
filled up even if I had just had my most heavenly orgasm. I started to feel
his weight on me, but on the other hand I didn't want this to end.
 "Come, let's turn over, BUT DON'T PULL OUT OF ME YET !"
 Peter grabbed my hips and in one roll he was on his back with me
on top, and only an inch of him ever left me. I straightened up to sit right
on his cock. I felt it go softer in me, so I couldn't move very much, but
still he was filling me out to my hearts delight. And now my juices were
flowing freely down his cock and his balls. I looked into his eyes. He was
smiling at me, and just as I was going to say something he said:
 "That was great. You sure are a hot number, Gerd."
 "You're not half bad yourself," I laughed. "I don't think - no, I know,
that I have never ever come that much." 
 "And now you wonder if I can go another round?"
 "You bastard. Do you read my mind like an open book?"
 No, but I can feel your cunt is opening up at the bottom of it. That 
is usually a sign of that lust."
 "Oh, yes, it is. I can't help it, but I sure want to feel your cock grow
in me again. What can I do to make you grow again?"
 "You sure you can do it?"
 "I'd love to give it a try," I smiled.
 "I have a feeling you are too much of a prim and proper small town
teacher." 
 I felt my cheeks turn red again. I'm afraid he was right on that one
too.
 "What is that supposed to mean?"
 "Well, a really raunchy and slutty bitch might do it quickly, but I'm
afraid you'll just have to wait and see if it will grow of it's own free will."
 "Oh, yeah. Trying the world's oldest trick, aren't you?  Give her a
dare, and she can't resist trying?"
 "Yes, that was the general idea."
 "Well, like a dumb blonde I'll take the bait. Give me a hint and I'll
try, because I really want to feel that fat cock grow inside of me again."
 "Mmm. And this time it will feel even better, because I'm nearly as
limp as I go. But you are getting in the right direction. Talk to me, tell me
how nasty you are, and you might do the trick, dear."
 So, that was what he wanted? And what did I want? 
 "I want to feel your cock grow fat again."
 "That's up to you. Why do you want that?"
 "Because you filled me up like never before."
 "I can believe that."
 "I'm going to squeeze you a little with my cunt. But I think I must
be carefull not to press it out of me."
 "Yes, you do have quite a cunt there, and it's very wet too." 
 I brought my hands up to squeeze my small tits, and a little later I
took my nipples between thumb and forefinger to pinch and twist them.
Immediately I felt that familiar tingle in my clit.
 "My cunt is so wet because you made me come so many times. But
that only made me want to come a lot more. Do you think you're man
enough to fuck it for real?"
   I could hardly beleive my own ears, but I must be on the right
track, because I could feel his cock starting to grow. The feeling was
divine, and the pictures on my inner screen were even more divine. I was
exciting myself beyond belief talking dirty.
 "I've got these small tits that you promised to play with, but it
seems I shall have to do it all myself."
 "If you will leave them alone for a minute and play with your clit
instead I shall enjoy them."
 I let my hands fall away from them, and I blushed again as I
touched my clit with my right forefinger.
 "Use your other hand to spread those lips a little more while you
masturbate for me," he groaned, and his cock grew yet a little bit thicker.
 I was never a girl to masturbate much, and I had never done it with
someone to watch, but the growing pressure in my cunt put the lust in
me, and soon I was moving my fingers with abandon. At the same time I
felt his big hands cup my tits, and then he pinched my nipples hard while
he pulled at them.
 "Oh, that's great. My tits love what you are doing," I panted.
 "I can feel that. Your nipples are very hard and big now. I think they
need a little more." 
 And more they got !  He pinched and pulled at them real hard. It
hurt like Hell, but the pain went directly down to my clit which I was
rubbing.
 "Eeeaawwww," I yelled. "That hurt!"
 "But you liked it, you little bitch. I could feel your cunt tremble
when I did it."
 "Yessss, I'm getting really horny again, now. Oh, your fat cock is
filling me up again. I can feel it pressing the sides of my cunt."
 I moved a few centimetres up and down on him, and now his cock
was nearly as fat as before, and still growing.
 "You know," I panted, "that growing cock is making me crazy.
There are no lips to hold apart now. My clit is all bared and my cunt is
split open. Have you got more in it?"
 "Just a little bit more, just a little bit. You enjoy being stretched,
don't you?
 "No, I'm crazy for it !  God, I never thought I could go that mad just
having a cock splitting me. It feels as if my whole body is filled with just
cock, cock, cock !"
 Suddenly he slapped me very hard on my arse. A loud whack, and
a stinging pain.
 "Start moving that cunt," he snarled. "I want to feel it moving on
my stiff cock."
 He slapped me very hard again on the other cheek.
 "Ouch," I cried, but I remained dead still on him. Those two first
smacks stirred feelings in me I didn't know I had, and I wanted him to
smack me again. And he did ! Two more hard ones on each buttock did
the trick. My whole behind was burning with a stinging pain and my face
was red with the humiliation of his punishment. And at the same time my
cunt was quivering with excitement. I moved up and slammed my cunt
down into his bush just three or four times. My cunt was so stretched
that my clitoris was bared completely, and the scratching of his wiry curls
on it's sensitive tip sent me over the hill.
 "Ooooohhhh, my God," I yelled. I felt my cunt clamp down on his
meat like a vice.  "
 "Fill me, you nasty fucker, more, more, moreeeeee."
   Was that really me yelling? Sweat was pouring down between my
little tits and my whole belly and my cunt was spasming all the time. And
even then I just felt like a glutton: I wanted more, more, more of
everything, more cock, more sperm, more slapping of my arse, I don't
know, just more, more and more.
 I pulled off him and felt the vacuum as my cunt refused to let go of
his fat cock. I turned round and grabbed the footrest of the bed, standing
on my knees and presenting him with my dripping cunt.
 "Fuck me, I want to be fucked like a bitch."
 "Not `like' one. You are one," Peter snarled.
 He got up and moved in position behind me. Then he dealt me four
very hard smacks on my arse. They stung like Hell and just made me feel
even better.
 "If you really are that crazy to be fucked I don't understand why
you are such a lazy cow that you haven't put it in yet!"
 My legs were shaking and little starlike lights were flashing on the
inside of my eyelids. I reached down and pushed his cock at the opening
of my cunt. In one long push he forced his cock inside me, and at the
same time he pushed his thumb into my arse. What was happening to
me? I came very violently in just two seconds. Then he pulled out his
thumb, grabbed my skinny hips and started fucking me for real. Hard, fast
and fat. His balls slapping against my clit, his hand now and then giving
my arse yet another smack. The next five minutes were a blur of
mindblowing orgasms, pain, crying and yelling, degradation of being
fucked like an animal, overpowering joy of being fucked like an animal.
 Suddenly I felt him go stiff behind me. With a deep grunt he started
spurting into my cunt. I was hit by a gutwrenching orgasm again, and
when I felt him stop his movements I just collapsed, head down, arse in
the air, cramping all over and tears streaming down my cheeks.
 "Oh, my God. I'm totally fucked out."
 I felt Peter get off the bed. Then he took me in his arms and lifted
me off the bed, turned round and very gently he laid me down with my
head on the pillow. Automatically I curled up with my knees to my tits as
if I just wanted to hide from the world. Then I felt Peter lie down again
beside me. His hand slowly caressed my hair and my shoulders.
 "Hey, girl. That was so great. Why do you hide?"
 "I think I'm a bit ashamed of myself."
 "No need to be. You were great. And you are still a lovely, little
creature."
 "But I never was like that before."
 "Well, wasn't it about time, then?"
 "I don't know. I'm not sure, at least."
 "Well. Better make up your mind, `cause I count on you for
tomorrow night, too."
 "Don't feel too sure!"
 "I won't. But I think you'll want to."
 "Mmmmm. God, I'm so tired and fucked out. My whole body is
aching."
 "Then I'd better let you have a good nights sleep. Don't you think I
should sneak out while the others are asleep? You don't want me to run
into a couple of colleagues in the morning, do you?"
 "Oh, my God no."
 Peter kissed my cheeks and shoulders, and then I felt him get up. I
heard him dress, and quietly he opened and closed the door. And I fell
into a heavy sleep, even as I was wondering what tomorrow might bring.

Saturday.

 I woke up Saturday morning, painfully aware that my body was
covered in dried up sweat, dried up sperm and dried up juices of my own.
The smells seeping up to my nose from under the covers immediately
brought back images of last night, and if that was not enough to make me
horny again, the stretched feeling from between my legs did the rest. I
could not help sliding my hand down to touch my cunt, and in a few
moments it was dripping again. With all of my willpower applied I just
managed to remove it again and get out of bed. In the shower I cleaned
off the traces of our fucking, but the images in my mind could never be
washed out, and I knew right from the start of that day that I would be
looking forward to Saturday night fever.
 At the breakfast table I sat between two women from our
class-team. Suffice it to say that the two of us looked quite fucked out in
spite of showers and make-up, while I think I saw a trace of envy in the
eyes of Joanna.
 The morning lectures were OK, though I had a little bit of trouble
concentrating. But that was nothing compared to the afternoon. At lunch
Peter manoeuvred himself close to me at the banquet table. 
 "When you've finished lunch I want you to go to the ladies room
and remove your panties. I want to know, that you are bare. And you have
to flash me at least once, that I'm convinced you did it." And off he was.
 Silly little me of course complied. When we got to the afternoon
coffe-break my pussy was dripping and my head was reeling. I sat down
in one of the big armchairs, and of course Peter sat down opposite me.
He looked questioningly at me, and my cheeks were burning as I
uncrossed my legs, spreading them slightly to show him I was
panty-less. At the same time I was painfully aware that my nipples
hardened to give me in. Linda had not seen me flash my pussy, but her
eyes on my breasts and the little knowing smile on her lips showed me,
that she was fully aware of my state.
 "Damn," I thought. I hadn't planned on anybody knowing, but then
I suddenly remembered that Linda had the room next to mine, and
probably there was no way she could have avoided to hear my screaming
last night, that is unless she had been to some guy's room instead of her
own. Which might very well be, and might very well not be. I was soon to
find out, because she sat down next to me when we returned to the
lecture hall. In the middle of the first lecture she leaned over and
whispered into my ear:
 "Sounded like some fuck you got yourself last night".
 I blushed like a teen-ager and whispered back: "Oh, no. Did you
hear that?"
 "Sure did. Not all of it, though. I was in some other room getting a
lousy lay for 10 minutes, and then I came back to my own just to hear you
yell like a wolverine in heat."
 "No use denying, eh?"
 "Definitely not. Going at it tonight, too?"
 "Linda!"
 "Aw, come on. We're in the same boat, love. Only you seem to
drive a liner and I got a kayak. Going to tell me who it is?"
 "No way. Or you might try to score him tonight." 
 "From what I heard, you're dead right."
 "Go and find another lay." I could hardly believe the language I was
using.
 "I will, but this profession of ours is lousy where that's concerned.
We are always 3 girls to each real man!"
 "Do you think that's why I never did anything like it before?"
 "Guess that's right. Well. If you feel like sharing, just give three
knocks on the wall, and I'll be there, you lucky bitch!"
 The afternoon passed uneventful. When the last lesson ended at
half past five I was dead tired and ready for a little rest before the big
dinner at eight. And then suddenly Peter sneaked up behind me in the
hall.
 "It was nice to know your pussy was bare all afternoon. Go and
have a shower and a rest, but leave your door open from around twenty
to eight. Have a nice rest, you delicious you!" And off he was.
 In my room I quickly shed what little clothes I was wearing, I had a
shower, and in fact I was so tired, that I wasn't even tempted to do a little
autosex. I just managed to set my alarm to twenty to eight, and I fell into a
deep, dreamless sleep.
 I was awakened by the annoying beep-beep of the alarm. I rushed
to the door and unlocked it, and then I went into the shower again in
order to wake up. I was on my way out when I heard the door open, and
when I came into the bedroom Peter was sitting in the only armchair.
 "Wow. What a pretty sight to behold just before dinner."
 "Why did you want to come here just before dinner?"
 "Come over here and I'll show you."
 When I was standing, still all naked, in front of him he suddenly
grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down across his lap.
 "I just want your arse to be aware of me all through the dinner, and
what way is better than to make sure it's red and sensitive."
 He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket.
 "Here, love, stuff that into your mouth that you don't shock your
colleagues."
 Before I had a chance to think or to anticipate, his heavy hand
landed series of smarting blows to my defenceless arse-cheeks and the
backsides of my thighs. In just a minute he had me whimpering with pain
and lust, and then it was all over again. There were little tears in my eyes
as he helped me up from my humiliating position. And then, with a
tenderness which belied the treatment he just gave me, he cradled my
face in his hands, kissed my forehead and proceeded to kiss off the small
teardrops.
 "This was just to make sure, that when you sit down your arse will
tell you who is going to fuck you tonight, my dear."
 I looked questioningly into his eyes.
 "Of course you are not allowed to wear panties tonight, and a bra
is out of the question, too. I hope you have brought a pair of stockings?"
 "No, I haven't."
 "Then it was not such a bad idea that I went into town during
lunchbreak. I have this little gift for you."
 Out of his pocked he pulled a small package, containing a pair of
dark, blue stockings and the flimsiest garterbelt I ever saw.
 "Want you to wear this tonight. See you at dinner, and stay close
that we can sit together." With yet another tender kiss he left me to get
dressed in 5 minutes.
 It took me 5 minutes to apply a bit of make-up and another 3 to get
into the garter and the stockings (I really looked like a whore when I
looked in the mirror) and throw my wrap-around dress onto my skinny
frame and tie the belt so the bow and the long ends of it were hanging
down from my right hip.
 As I entered the dining hall Linda passed me in the doorway.
 "Me, oh, my, one does look available tonight !"
 I put my arms round her to give her one of those collegial hugs,
that are accepted all over, and then I whispered into her ear:
 "Look, who's available. I don't feel any panties here either!"
 Linda blushed and then gave me yet another hug and then we
proceeded on our ways, me to find Peter and Linda probably scouting.
 In order not to make this story too long I shall skip all the
storytelling about dinner, dancing, drinking, singing etc. that went on all
evening. Suffice it to say that two o'clock found me in the lift to my room,
my head spinning from a bit too much to drink, juices running freely
down my thighs, saturating the tops of my stockings. My nipples grown
larger and stiffer than ever, still sore from all the pinching Peter had done
during dancing, and a most pungent smell rising from my body: Sweat,
lust and anticipation. Like last night I let my door unlocked and just plain
fell down on my back on the big double bed, my legs spread, hanging
over the edge, my dress half open - at least enough to show my wet
thighs above the sticky stocking tops.  
 Five minutes I was waiting. They felt like five hours! When I heard
the door open and close again I didn't open my eyes. My voice, hoarse
from the talking, singing and from lust, barely managed to say:
 "Don't do or say anything. Just put that fat cock of yours up my
cunt and let it grow. I want to go crazy again."
 Peter obliged even faster than I had imagined. He didn't even
undress me, even if it should only have taken 20 seconds. He was naked
in a moment, then he whisked my dress open below the belt, pulled up
my legs to my chest, and when he had turned me to lie along the bed he
fed his semi-hard monster into my hungry cunt, supporting it's stiffness
with his clenched hand so he could stuff it in a centimetre at a time. My
God, I was whimpering like a cat in the heat. All evening my sore arse had
reminded me of this, and I really was going crazy with lust for him. I felt
so deliciously stretched by his half erect cock, and then he made it grow
like last night.
 This was plain obscene. Here was this prim and proper, intellectual
and efficient, faithful housewife, model mother - shit, whatever I was
before - stuffed to the brim by a fat, growing cock which drained all my
former conditioning from me, and turned me into a cock-crazy, whoring
bitch.
 Peter leaned over me and licked my ear. Then he whispered:
 "That's it, whore. Concentrate all your feelings in your cunt. Empty
your head, just pour your brain and your nerves down to your cunt and
enjoy."
 And did I enjoy! I savoured every tenth of a millimetre that his cock
stretched me, I loved the way my juices were trapped up in the bottom of
my vagina. When I felt like I had a gallon of juice up there I clenched my
bellymuscles as if I was giving birth, and I felt it gush out along the walls
of my cunt and down my crack into my arse. I really wanted to have a
death experience so I could float up in the ceiling and watch myself with
my legs spread and drawn to my shoulders, my stockings and garter, and
then Peter with his cock buried in me, making me look like a whore.
 While he was still growing I suddenly realised what was going on,
and like an explosion I had my first orgasm, generated more between my
ears than between my thighs. I let out a loud yelp, and my whole body
was spasming out of my control.
 Of course right at that moment Peter started to move his monster
in and out of me. Again I started yelling and contracting. If he had not
weighed me down I should have curled up in a fetal position from the
sheer cramps and the thrill.
 I had hardly stopped convulsing when Peter grabbed both my
nipples with his fingers and pinched really fierce. I could not help letting
out a loud, sharp scream. A glowing, red pain rushed through my body
and set my cunt on fire again. He maintained a firm grip of my nipples
and then he pulled and stretched my small, pretty tits into the lewdest
shapes. He pulled down to make them look as if they had a sag, they
don't really have. Then he pulled upwards to make them look like the little
cones teenagers have. Sideways, round and round. Sometimes hurting,
sometimes just giving out a little pain. When he started shaking them
very fast at the same time as he slammed that dream-cock to the bottom
of my stretched cunt I came so violently that I passed out!
 When I came to again he had pulled out of me, and I was lying on
my belly, head supported on my arms, and my cunt feeling terribly empty.
And at the same time I felt really exhausted.
 "Why did you pass out on me?"
 His voice was deep and mellow, touching nerve-ends all over me.
 "It was so  violent, Peter. I don't know. Maybe all my blood rushed
from my brain because I came so hard."
 "Can't have that again. I have better make your ass warm and red
to keep you awake."
 There was not much logic in that remark, but I ate it with glee, and
when his hand had sneaked under my belly, down to touch my clit, he
started spanking my upturned ass. I whimpered a few times, but soon I
loved every smack he offered me. I humped my clit against his hand all
the time, giving me the most perverted mix of pleasure and pain. Just the
newness of it made me come again. This time I could not prevent my
body from convulsing and folding up. I raised my arse towards his hand,
then keeled over and folded up like a knife.
 I was coming down from my orgasm very slowly. I was covered in
sweat and on the verge of exhaustion. When Peter moved in behind my
back and I felt his cock between my thighs, searching for the entrance, I
really could not start again right away.
 "Peter, I'm so fucked out. I don't know how many times I have
come. You have to give me a little rest."
 "Aww.  Of course I'll give you time to recuperate, I just really need
to have a come myself, now."
 A hundred thoughts flashed through my brain, and I felt sorry for
him. Then Linda crossed my mind. 
 "Oh, my God," I exclaimed.
 "What's wrong?"
 "Oh, nothing is wrong. But a really nasty thought just crossed my
mind. It might help you, if you want to - and it might give me something I
never tried."
 "You know I'm game for almost anything. What have you got on
your mind?"
 "You know Linda. She said something to me this afternoon."
 He smacked my arse twice. "Don't stall. Bring it out. What did she
say?"
 "Well, she heard us last night, and she said that if I wanted some
help I just had to knock three times on the wall. She's got the next room."
 "Which wall?"
 "The one over there."
 Peter got out of bed, and with his impressive cock standing
straight out from his body he went to the wall, picked up a candlestick
from the dresser and knocked three times on the wall. He waited half a
minute and then he knocked three times again. And there it was: A faint
answer in the form of three knocks from the other side. Peter clapped his
hand on the wall a few times and then he went and unlocked the door.
 He returned to the bed and laid down on his back, so that he was
between me and the door.
 "Take my cock in your hand and keep it hard while we wait. And
YOU present it to her when she comes."
 "I'm not sure I can do that."
 "Come on, you lovely whore. You are just waiting to see another
woman ride this cock."
 I had to admit to myself, that the thought of it made my worn out
cunt tingle again. At that moment Linda entered the door. She was only
wearing a short see-through nightgown, and she looked quite unsure of
herself, but lovely in her own way. Very much different from me. Her tits
were bigger, she had a small layer of soft meat on her bones, wide hips, a
small, trimmed bush, and apparently shaved lips from what I could see
through the night-gown.
 "You offered your help, Linda. This monster," I wriggled Peters
massive cock in her direction, "has worn me out for the moment. Would
you like a ride while I take a rest?"
 God, I could hear myself. Lisa and I had never before talked about
anything but the ordinary chat in teachers' room.
 "If that is the one from yesterday that made you howl, I'd sure like a
try." 
 She shed her night-gown, and when naked she was really lovely,
and almost 100% different from me.
 I jumped out of bed.
 "Come here, Peter. I'll pour some cold water on your cock to make
it shrink a little."
 From the room-fridge I picked a couple of ice-cubes, put them into
a glass and from the washbasin I filled up the glass with cold water. In a
few moments the water felt quite cool, and I brought it back to the bed.
When I dipped Peter's cock into the glass he gasped and said:
 "Why the hell do you do that?"
 "I want her to feel the way your cock can grow in her pussy. That's
the most exciting thing I ever felt, and I'm sure it'll make her yell as well."
 "OK, you got your point, and that icy water sure made him shrink a
little."
 I removed the glass, pushed Linda down on the bed and gave Peter
a small smack on his arse.
 "Come on, lover. I want to feed the monster to her small pussy."
 I took a good, firm hold round his cock, the way I had seen him do
it himself. Then I looked at Linda:
 "Spread them, girl. I guess you are wet already?"
 "I'm dripping. Do you think he can get it in?"
 "Bet you."
 Peter moved his hips forward, and I placed the tip of his cock right
at the entrance of Linda's cunt. Then he started a slow push, and
gradually we worked his fat cock into her. The moment the head had
popped inside Linda started groaning.
 "This isn't for real," she panted.
 "You just wait, you horny cow. I'll bet you husband has only got
half of this!"
 "Feels like you are right. Oh, my God, this is great!"
 By now Linda was panting as if she was hyperventilating. When my
hand hit her cunt I let go of Peter's cock, and he pressed it the rest of the
way in, by himself.
 "Peter, do it just the way you did it to me - don't move at all. Let her
feel it!"
 I enjoyed the smug smile on his lips, and Linda's eyes were really a
sight. She opened them wider and wider, and her mouth hung wide open
with a stupid grin. I knew exactly what she was feeling, and she must
have been in heaven.  Suddenly she let out a deep groan.
 "Oooohhhh. He's growing. Ggrrrrrrrrr. Oh, my God, he's stretching
me more and more. It's the wildest ever ! !  My God, Gerd, I'm sooooo
close to coming - I'm so close. Eeeeeoooooowwwww, I'm coming, I'm
coming." 
 She let out a deafening wail, and her whole body was raked by
cramps. Her eyes were tightly shut by now, and she had pulled her lips
back from her teeth like a predator ready for attack. She was panting  like
a mile-runner, and she humped her sticky cunt against Peter's pubic
bone. 
 "Go on, go on, fuck me, you bastard, I'm coming all the time. FUCK
ME ! Move that monster in me! Oooohhhhhhhh.  Aaaahhhhhh. My God, I
don't think I'll ever be able to feel Benny's cock any more. Peter, you split
me. Ooohhhh, I'm coming again."
 By now Peter was driving real hard into her, and she was on cloud
nine. I doubt she ever stopped coming. I could not help myself, I leaned
over and suckled on to her right tit, while my right hand slid in between
them. I could feel her belly-muscles cramp and relax, cramp and relax,
and my own cunt was burning again with the brand new feeling of
touching and sucking another woman. I had never done that before.
 Linda opened her eyes and looked into mine:
 "I have never, ever been so horny, not even close."
 "Me neither."
 "Can I touch your pussy?"
 "Sure." I lifted my right leg and I felt Linda's hand move down to
my belly, and then she sneaked two fingers up to press against my
dripping gash. There is no other word for the cunt she found, a gash, a
dripping hole. Her touch was absolutely electric. I felt like her own
orgasms ran like a current through her arm to her fingers, and suddenly I
exploded in a wild orgasm myself.
 "This is great, girls. I'm getting closer and closer. I think I'm going
to spurt into you, Linda, in a very short while."
 The devil hit on me with something I had read somewhere, but
never allowed my prim and proper self do: I pulled out my arm from
between Linda and Peter, and a second later I pressed my middle finger
into Peter's arse, all the way up to my knuckles.  Peter roared like a bull,
and while he was roaring and grunting,  he exploded in Linda. I knew
from last night the divine feeling she was having, as he emptied his big
load in her plugged up cunt. Not a drop of it could spill out, and I knew
she was feeling even more pumped up. And she did exactly like I did: She
came yet another time. Babbling incoherent words, groaning and
screaming she felt her cunt spasm  round Peter's fat cock. She had
stopped working her fingers in my cunt, and now her spread out and
raised legs fell like a dead weight, her left on the bed, her right across
mine. Peter pulled out his cock with a loud plop, and a gush of sperm and
cuntjuice dribbled out of Linda's battered cunt.
 She opened her eyes and looked at me with a dreamy smile on her
lips.
 "I really owe you one for sharing this. My God, I was never fucked
that good. Never, Peter." She raised her head a little and pressed a
loving, hot kiss on my lips to make me tingle all over.
 "And you two were not even half bad," Peter smiled. "That was a
first for me. And I tell you, it might very well be habit-forming."
 "You are absolutely right," I heard myself saying, and my new,
horny caracter made me continue:
 "And now, that we know what we all like, you can have me any time
you want to, when we get a chance at school."  I blushed wildly the
second I had said it, but deep down I had to admit, that such was the
transformation he had induced in me.
 "And if you two have a PTA-meeting, I'll come as well, even if my
classes are not up."
  "Don't promise if you are not ready to deliver."
 "I'll be ready."
 "And me too."
 "But always together?"
 "Well," I said, "if you say goodnight now I think Linda and I will
have to talk a little about that, and when we have decided we'll let you
know tomorrow."
 Peter smiled at us both, and then he started to get up.
 "I'm sorry it's so late - a bit too late for another round - but it's a
comfort to know that you are ready for a repetition closer to home."
 He kissed both of us, and in a few minutes he was dressed again,
hugged us goodnight and left.
 Linda opened her arms, and I fell into her. With a sense of the
wicked I enjoyed her round and comfortable body for a little while.
 "Nothing is going to be the same after this night;" she whispered.
 "I'm happy I have tomorrow to recuperate. I'd hate to explain this
open and loose cunt to my husband."
 Linda giggled. "I've better start doing pinching exercises, if I'm
ever going to feel Christian's little pecker."
 "The difference when I get home to Claus is going to be
something."
 "Have you ever touched another woman?", she whispered.
 "No, never."
 "Did you like it?"
 "Oh, yes, I certainly did.  Did you?"
 "It was wonderful. Do you think we dare to sleep together tonight?
I mean, if somebody should see me leave here in the morning, I'll just say
I had to borrow a hairbrush, or something."
 "I'd love for us to sleep together. But I just have to feel your cunt
like it is right now."  I slipped my hand down. Her shaved lips and
trimmed bush were soaked in juices. Her own and Peter's. It was such a
delicious feeling and such a wicked tingling in my mind.
 "Before we fall asleep, can I ask a nasty favour?"
 "You can ask, and I'll tell."
 "I don't know if I dare, but I have to ask. The one of us who wakes
up first. Can we promise that she'll wake up the other one with kisses
and touches.?"
 "Right now I'd love to."
 "And in the morning?"
 "If it's me I think I'll do it. If it wasn't so late I think I'd love to taste
your cunt right now."
 "That's it. I'm sure I'll do the same."
 I snuggled up to her, raised my head to kiss her one last time and
said:
 "Good night. Have a nice rest."
 "Good night. And thank you for the best fuck I ever had."
 A minute later our exhaustion had the better of us, and we were
fast asleep.
----------------------------
 Once again I'll skip big parts of what happened, just to get this
story finished. I can hear Claus snoring in the bedroom. 
 Sunday morning Linda and I had a vicious lick out, and we made
each other come a couple of times.
 I was back home around 8 o'clock, horny as hell, but trying to keep
up the mask of the proper wife I have always been. I only succeeded for a
couple of hours.
 I'm afraid that tomorrow Claus will ask me why I was that horny
when I got home. Guess I just have to tell him that I missed him so much
- and then hope he will buy it.
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