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   This story is a work of fiction.  No person in it exists - beyond the
writer's warped imagination.  This story contains material of a VERY sexual
nature and is not suitable for reading by most people.  If you are younger
than 21 years of age, live in any sort of repressive environment,
household, township, city, county, state, nation, or universe - stop
reading, and delete all files (including this one) from you HDD (hard
drive)!  There are even sexual encounters that will make all but the most
hardened readers blush, gag, and run for the toilet.  Things happen, that
would never (wink-wink) happen in real life...  in suburbia...  in
America...  or any place else, for that matter.

   ****Normal disclaimer**** ****Abnormal disclaimer****

   Notice: this material is The Bulldog 2000 and may not be reproduced
without specific written permission for any use, what so ever, except: to
read and enjoy, to read, crumple and throw away repulsed, or to save in
order to read later.  You may NOT put this story up on your Web site, claim
that it is yours, re-post it in any form (without the above mentioned
written permission), or share it with others (unless they happen to be your
consenting sexual partner).  I'd also advise against e-mailing it to your
wife's office at Arthur Anderson [SIC for legal reasons].  Lastly, you may
not make any $, or , or off this story, as I sure didn't!  (PS, no pesos,
euros, or anything else of the monetary persuasion)

   ****Standard disclaimer**** ****Sub-standard disclaimer****

   If you are old enough, live in just the right places, can stomach
stories of a wild and crazy sexual nature, then read on, and I hope you
enjoy.  The Bulldog the_bulldog@newsguy.com

   The Horny Housewife Does Them All [ F/M+, F/m+, F/F?, intrr, best (dog),
oral, anal, mast, food] by Bulldog

   Connie stepped from the shower and found the bath sheet hanging on the
wall.  She dried the water from her face and patted her reddish blonde
hair. Connie wrapped the large towel around her hair and grabbed a second
for her body.  As she dried her breast, she glanced at her reflection in
the mirror.  Even thru the fog, she could see her pink nipples glistening
in slight contrast to her large breasts.  She wished that her skin was
darker, maybe even olive.  She admired the way darker skinned women's
nipples appeared against their skin.  Her nipples were large, however, and
so sensitive.  She did like that part.  All her husband, Paul, had to do
was run his had along her blouse and her nipples snapped to attention...too
bad that that didn't happen very often anymore.  With the girls away at
college and the house to themselves, you would think that they could find
the time for sex much more easily than when there were four of them in the
house.  They had to sneak into the bathroom or laundry room for a quickie,
or rush around while the girls were out.  Those times didn't come often
enough then, but were great when they did.  Paul's entire focus in life
seemed to be his new job and that promotion.  Oh, well, soon they would
have more time and money to travel to exotic places and make love with
abandon.  So she hoped.

   With her body dry, Connie turned on the TV in their bedroom and began
drying her hair.  Oprah was just starting and a panel of four women was
about to discuss women's sexual fantasies.  One, a PhD in something or
another, was opening the discussion.  As she rambled on about physiological
differences and repression of the gender, Connie glanced between her legs.
Through her reddish pubic hair, her lips were glowing red.  A tingle was
starting at the outer lips and she was taken by surprise.  What was going
on?

   As she juggled her attention between the TV and her vagina, the
flushness and sensations increased.  She touched herself along the opening
to her pussy.  Oh, if only she had larger lips.  Lips that were dark and
sensual, like the dark skinned women she admired so much.  Oh, if only her
skin wasn't so peachy and creamy.  The sexual features of her body seemed
almost to blend with the rest.  Her nipples were light and there wasn't
really a line that separated them from the rest of her chest.  The nipples
just seemed to flow into her breast.  Her lips were also pale and pink and
quite small in her eyes.  Though she didn't have a lot of experience with
other women's bodies, she had used a group shower in high school and
college and she and Paul had seen a lot of x-rated videos and magazines. 
She did know what other bodies looked like.  Even her anus was pink and
nondescript.  If only she could have a body with sensual definition like
Alicia, her South American neighbor.

   She stood up and looked in the full length mirror in the corner.  For
forty two, she still looked quite good.  There were a few extra pounds
around her hips since college, but hell, she was forty two.  Her hands were
idly brushing her clit and barely folding back her tight lips.  She watched
and listened as another woman, an MD this time, spoke of repressed
fantasies of childhood and neurological differences in the sexes.  What
bullshit!  The repressed childhood fantasies part was intriguing though. 
Connie's left hand rose slowly to her nipples.  She slowly stroked them
with the back of her wrist, just like a summer breeze.  Oprah began telling
of some sexual encounter when she was a teenager.  Boring, Connie thought,
but didn't move to change the channel.  She sank back to the edge of the
bed, her hands quietly working her body.  Some female executive was droning
on about careers replacing sex in the lives of most working women today. 
Connie thought....I guess I'm lucky I'm just a housewife.

   Connie sat upright.  What in the hell was she doing?  It had been twenty
years since she had masturbated.  She and Paul had been married in the Fall
after she graduated.  That week before her wedding was the last time she
had gotten her self off.  Just the anticipation of her wedding night was
too much for her to contain.  She had never been very comfortable rubbing
herself.  There was always some sense of guilt...touching herself there,
even if it did feel so good and relieved all of her tensions.  All of her
tensions, yes, that must have been the cause of that last episode of self
love.  She had been tense before the wedding.  So many plans.  She and Paul
had had sex several times through college.  It had been good and exciting,
but with the two of them in different states, there were nights that she
couldn't resist the temptation to masturbate.  She had found carrots and
candles - a friend had even given her a candle in the shape of a monk on
one side and a penis on the other.  That candle saw her through a couple of
lonely nights.  That last time at the summer house by the lake didn't
involve any candles or carrots or any phallic items, just her hands. 
Though it was great and seemed to last for hours, there just never seemed
to be a reason to do it again.  Sex was great with Paul, even though the
frequency wasn't the best, life was just so hectic anymore.

   Some social engineer was yammering on about the repression of the
sexuality of twenty first century woman.  What crap.  The millennium wasn't
for a couple of years yet.  Why did everyone insist that women's sexual
desires were repressed, anyway?  She and Paul shared their fantasies
usually, and she and Paul had acquired several "toys" that they had fun
with.  She kept stroking her clit and rubbing her nipples, twisting them
with her thumb and forefinger.  "Women just will not let themselves go," Ms
social engineer was saying.  "Hell," thought Connie, "I'm letting myself go
right in front of you." The idea was suddenly and overwhelmingly erotic. 
"If only you could see me letting myself go this very minute, that would
show your fucking repression a thing or two." "Here, you cunt, taste the
juices of my sexual repression," as she traced the mouth of the talking
lady on the television screen.  Her juices formed a little smile that
outlined the moving lips on television.  "What a decadent act," Connie
thought, but totally spontaneous and really fun.  For just a second, she
analyzed her action.  Did this means she had lesbian tendencies?  Paul had
rented some girl on girl, as he called them, videos.  He seemed to enjoy
them more than she did.  Some of the acts were erotic and sensuous, but hot
really her cup of tea.  But how do you explain what she had just done?  Did
she secretly want some suited almost asexual female social engineer to
really taste her juices?  Connie reflected on it for an instant.  "No, this
girl doesn't have large enough tits," she thought.  What in the hell was
she thinking?  Her mind must be loose on its axle.  She would never let
another woman taste her.  Just the thought of the act was repulsive. 
Erotic, perhaps, but repulsive.  As Connie closed her eyes, she attributed
her aroused state to the little scene that had just transpired.  "Just
caught up in the moment," she thought, "God, this feels good." Her fingers
were strumming her clit like mad and her nipples were practically being
twisted off in her frenzy.

   Suddenly, her body shuddered and convulsed.  Her thighs squeezed her
hand and almost drove all of her fingers into her dripping pussy.  "Whoa -
that was a whopper...." she moaned, as the twisting of her nipples became a
soft stroking action again.

   Even though the room was cool when she stepped out of the shower, Connie
was covered with perspiration, just like a Summer afternoon in the South.
She dried herself off again and reclined on the bed.  Maybe these talk
television people had something to say after all.  She didn't know where
her climax or masturbation came from.  Even though it was great, she was a
little disturbed.  This just wasn't like her.  She was married.  She had
two daughters in college.  Daughters who were old enough to be doing the
same thing to themselves.  She was forty two, for God's sake - old enough
to know better!  Know better?  What did that mean?  What was all of this
repression these women were talking about anyway?  What did she have to
repress?  Sex was a part of her life - maybe not a big part but a part,
none the less!

   Connie turned her attention to the panel of experts on the TV.  "Sexual
urges should not be hidden," one was saying.  "They should be brought into
the open." "Talk them over with your partner, experiment, live them out."
Connie thought for a moment.  Live them out, what kind of crazy idea was
that?  How could she live out something she didn't have.  Was she so
different from these women?  Just them Oprah went into the audience with
her microphone.  "I dream of doing it with the butcher," a tall black lady
said.  "Fucking the butcher?  I would never think of anything like that,"
Connie thought, are these people crazy?  "I fantasize about the TV repair
man," said another lady in the audience.  "Her set must act up a lot,"
Connie remarked.  "I would give my left arm to do it with the pool man," a
large white lady said.  "Hmmmm..Connie thought, "these women are all sex
starved." "What kind of perverts are these?" "I'll bet they all dream of
doing IT with each other and Oprah's panel of experts." That thought hung
for an instant as Connie noticed the little smile painted on the TV screen
where the mouth of the social engineer had been.  "Crazy anyway!" she said
aloud.  "The butcher....I don't even know a butcher."

   Connie found a bra and panties in the laundry basket.  "I've got to put
this stuff away, just as soon as I get back from the store." She walked
into her closet and started to take down a pair of kakhi slacks to go with
the Izod shirt she had chosen.  Just then the vision of a short skirt
flashed through her mind.  She didn't even own a short skirt.  Why would
she want to wear a short skirt?  Where would she find one?  Wait, Susan,
her youngest daughter had a short denim skirt she bought for a western
night party.  The damn thing was so short that Susan had worn jeans
instead. It must still be here, in Susan's closet probably.  "What size was
that damn thing?" she wondered.

   "Here it is," as she held the skirt out to inspect.  It was a 10, should
just about fit, she thought.  It was beige denim, not blue as she had
remembered.  She shimmied into the skirt.  When she zipped it up, the skirt
came together with relief.  It fit fine.  Her figure wasn't so bad - for an
older woman.  She turned to admire her legs in Susan's mirror.  No, not bad
at all.  Her hips were fuller than either of her daughters', but she was
their mother after all.  She toyed with the idea of wearing the skirt out
to shop.  Interesting.  She imagined herself in stockings and a garter belt
with the little skirt.  The idea died quickly.  The hem was so short that
the tops of the stockings would be plainly visible below the fabric.  That
kind of outfit would look absurd, especially on a woman who was forty two.
She thought that maybe someday she would put on the skirt and garter belt
for Paul.  Then she would bend over in front of him and give him a view. 
He liked things like that.  At least he used to.  Used to before the new
promotion.  She surmised that he still liked them, he just had been so busy
lately and hadn't had the time.

   She continued to wear the skirt around the house as she made her grocery
list.  Soup, chicken, beans, celery, carrots.......carrots - hmmm -
carrots, broccoli, fresh flowers.  She went back into her bedroom and
changed her top.  Instead of the polo shirt with the little alligator over
her left breast, she found a pink tank top and put it on.  This will be
cooler in the car, she thought.  As she left the room, she glanced at the
TV.  Oprah was talking about the sexual myths around black men.  Connie
went back to Susan's room.  She found a pair of white bobby socks in
Susan's drawer and put them on.  The tops were rather puffy, just like a
cheerleader might wear.  Connie paused for a moment.  A cheerleader, she
had never been a cheerleader.  Where did that idea come from?  She would
admit that she thought that cheerleaders were very sexual, with their short
skirts and tights.  Yes, she had wanted to be a cheerleader, but had just
never attended the tryouts.  She probably could have been one, she just
never gave it a chance.  Perhaps her shyness got in the way, after all, you
had to jump and do splits and all with those short skirts on.  Everyone in
the stands would be glancing at your crotch and ass.  Even thought they
know that you wear those nylon tights and you can't really see anything,
they would be looking and hoping, maybe you had forgotten your tights!  She
remembered a cartoon in one of her father's Playboy magazine.  It showed a
drum majorette with an embarrassed look on her face.  Her mother was
holding up a pair of tights and saying, "all the way from 63rd to 124th
avenue without these?" Connie felt a twinge of empathy for the cartoon
majorette.  She also felt that same tingle in her crotch from earlier. 
Maybe she did secretly want to be a cheerleader or majorette.  She found a
pair of tennis shoes and slipped them on.  What she would have given for a
pair of black and white saddle shoes.

   instead of going to the grocery by the interstate, a few blocks from her
house, Connie drove to the northern suburbs.  She pulled into the parking
lot of the other grocery store chain.  For some reason, she didn't want to
shop in her usual store today, even twenty miles from her neighborhood. 
She felt guilty, like she didn't want to be recognized in her short denim
skirt and cheerleader socks.  In the parking lot, for no reason, she
reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties.  She stuffed them into
the glovebox.  "Better get these out when I get home," she mumbled, "Paul
would just never understand." She found a cart in the parking lot and went
in.

   In the produce department, she pulled out her list and began collecting
the vegetables and fruits on the list.  cantaloupe, radishes, carrots.  She
paused.  Carrots.  She selected a bunch of carrots from the gondola.  She
saw a parsnip beside the carrots.  "This thing looks more like a penis than
the carrots." The end was more blunt and the parsnip was larger in diameter
and not quite so tapered.  The pinkish color added to the look.  She put it
in the cart.  She studied the cucumbers for a while before choosing two
that had interesting shapes.  Both were long and were so green and dark
that they were almost black.  One was uniformly sized and bowed, the other
was tapered in its diameter going from a medium size at the tip to quite
large about eight inches along its twelve inch length.  She couldn't
explain why she had gotten two cucumbers, she didn't really like them much,
even in salad.  She picked up a bunch of bananas and then added a bunch
that were much greener, and harder to the cart as well.  "They'll ripen
nicely," she thought.  She paused at the canned food aisle and looked for
the peas.  Finally she found the ones she wanted on the top shelf.  She had
to stand on her tiptoes and stretch to get them.  Behind her, she heard a
loud sigh.  She turned to see a stockboy kneeling across the aisle.  He had
been placing cans on the lowest shelf and was looking in her eyes.  He had
a strange expression on his face and his cheeks were starting to flush.  He
had hair that was redder than hers and freckles on his white skin.  The
flush in his cheeks was really evident now and he was starting to perspire.
He looked about twenty.  Just a little older than Susan and maybe younger
than Jill.  He was trying to smile, but was obviously so embarrassed he
couldn't even catch his breath.  Connie turned back to the peas and reached
again for the can on the top shelf.  "What on earth is wrong with that
young stockboy?" she mused.  "Just what is his problem?" She retrieved the
peas and placed them in her cart.  The stockboy was still staring at her as
she glanced over her shoulder.  Then it dawned on her.  She didn't have on
any panties.  they were in the glovebox.  With the skirt, he could see
everything she owned.  Why if she had opened her mouth, daylight would have
come out her ass.  No wonder he was so embarrassed.  Here he was admiring
the crotch and tush of an older lady.  Connie began to blush as well.  She
peeked over her shoulder in time to see him quickly look back at the cans
he was working with.  "So he liked what he saw?  I'll just give him a
little reward for being so admiring." Connie stopped and bent over from the
waist to arrange something in her cart.  She paused in that position for
about a minute.  As she bent over, she flexed and un-flexed her ass cheeks.
"I'll bet your little girlfriends don't have cheeks as full and sensuous as
these," she purred.  "Wouldn't you just love to kiss and rub these?" She
straightened up, pulled down the hem of the skirt and walked down the
aisle.

   She stopped at the butcher's counter and rang the bell.  A large black
man in a white apron and white hat came through the doors.  He asked if he
could help her.  Connie pointed to the "footlong" hotdogs and asked for
half a dozen.  The butcher reached into the cooler and grabbed some smoked
franks.  Connie stopped him and asked for "footling".  He said he didn't
think that they had any and offered the smoked franks again.  Connie knelt
down in front of the glass front case and asked him to take a look from his
side.  She pointed to a dozen or so long pink frankfrueters in the front of
the case.  "Those are what I want, can you see from back there?" she asked.
As he squinted toward the front of the case, she slowly opened her knees.
From his angle, he must have a good view up this skirt.  "I hope its not
too dark under there," she thought to her self.  "Can you see, up in
front?" she asked him.  The smile on his face told Connie that he could,
indeed, see.  He could see right through the front of the case and up under
her skirt.  Connie wondered for a second what the butcher thought about
white women.  Did he find them sexy?  Did he hunger for all that white
flesh?  Did he have a penis like that salami in the corner of the case? 
Would he be gentle with that monstrous dick, or ripe her white little ass
apart?  Wait, he didn't mean anything to her.  He was just the butcher from
Oprah.  Just the butcher, and the black fantasy man that Oprah herself was
talking about.  Connie had never really given much thought to making it
with a black man.  The reputed size of their penises did intrigue her, but
she had a double-ended dildo that Paul had bought her, for some unexplained
reason, that was about fourteen inches long.  Surely this man's penis
couldn't be that long.  Connie reflected on the dildo and realized that she
had only been able to get about seven inches of it into her pussy.  What
good would a fourteen inch penis do her, even if it was black....and
attached to a butcher.....and attached to Oprah's fantasy black lover? 
Connie smiled back and thanked the butcher.  She took her "footling" and
put them in the basket.  Even though they were a "fooling" they were really
quite small in diameter.  The name and shape were more intriguing than the
actual hotdog.  As she left the butcher was still smiling.  "What great
teeth he had," she mused.  "I guess I'll never know about his dick, or his
balls, or if he's gentle or rough." She wheeled the cart into the checkout
aisle, paid for her groceries and left.

   On the interstate, Connie got lost in the traffic and the radio.  Miles
of row houses and the countryside just slipped past.  About a mile from her
exit, she noticed an eighteenwheeler on her right.  The driver was smiling
and starring right at Connie's lap.  She looked down and realized that her
legs were spread and the hem of the skirt was pulled almost to her waist.
Her panties were still in the glovebox.  She hadn't realized that her
bottom was still bare even though her ass cheeks were on the leather of the
seat.  The entire episode in the grocery had occupied her mind to the point
that she wasn't really aware of her surroundings.  She was about to smile
back at the driver, when she realized that it was a woman driving the big
rig.  Not that the driver looked at all like a man, it was just not what
Connie had expected.  The female driver was quite slim and attractive, with
long dark hair pulled back.  She had a lovely dark complexion and really
big smile.  Not at all like Connie would have imagined a truck-driving-mama
would look like.  Connie was embarrassed at this turn of events.  Here was
some trucker lady, no matter how cute, starring right up her cunt.  The
lady in the truck blew Connie a kiss and exited the interstate.  "Whew,"
Connie sighed.  "I go trolling for sharks and almost catch a ladyfish."
"I'll be more careful next time." "Next time?  There will never be a next
time." "This has been for fun, and I've had some, but there will never be a
next time," Connie thought.

   Connie carried in the five bags of groceries into the kitchen.  She
unloaded everything and put away the dairy products and canned food.  For
some reason she left the vegetables and the hotdogs out.  It didn't seem
necessary to put them away, at least not yet.  Connie went into the
bedroom. The TV was still on.  She must have forgotten to turn it off when
she left.  At least Oprah wasn't still on.  Connie did admit that that show
had opened her eyes and her mind - and her thighs - to some interesting
ideas.  She went back to the kitchen and got the vegetables.  She found one
of the x-rated tapes in the den and carried it all back to the bedroom. 
She put the tape in the VCR and switched the TV over.  For a full five
minutes the was only static.  She thought she was going to have to call a
repairman.....not a bad idea....maybe he would have an assistant and they
both could fix my chassis.....just then the TV came to life and the FBI
warning on the tape filled the screen.  Connie watched as Amateur Videos
#103 started.  It featured a plump blonde girl with a pile of sexual toys
on her bed.  The girl stroked each toy as if each were a good friend then
put each into a different opening in her body.  The girl seemed to like
each toy and concentrated on each in turn, either licking or stroking or
sliding each into her body.  This had been one of Paul's favorite tapes. 
He commented on how the girl enjoyed each dildo.  They hadn't seen this
tape in years.  For that matter, they hadn't seen an x-rated tape at all in
years.  the girl now had a large red dildo she was sliding up her rectum.
The rubber penis looked like it would split the girl's ass, but she seemed
to love it.  She licked on a long black double-ended dildo at the same
time. Was this where Paul got the idea for a double-ender?  She had never
expressed the desire for something so long or with an extra head for
another woman.  Hers was pink also.  Did Paul choose it over a black one,
or did he not find a black one?  Did it matter?  It seemed to matter to the
girl in the tape, but then each toy was a different color.  One of her
vibrators was purple.

   Connie got all of the pillows from the head of the bed and gathered them
in a pile.  She lay back and took one of the cucumbers from the bag.  It
was the long curved one.  As the girl in the tape lovingly sucked her black
dildo, Connie did the same to the cucumber.  She took the other long green
vegetable from the bag and began to stroke her pussy.  At first she rubbed
it up and down on her lips then she swapped the two cucumbers around.  As
she sucked and licked on the larger one, she inserted the long curved on
into her cunt.  The juices were really flowing now and though the cucumber
was a tight fit, she finally got about four inches into her opening.  The
diameter was just large enough to stretch her pussy walls a little, it
really felt good.  She couldn't stuff much of the length into her hot
vagina, but was able to get to the curved part of the gourd to the lips. 
As the curve disappeared between the fleshy opening, a exquisite feeling
came over her.  Connie must have pressed the cucumber up against her
G-spot. It was almost like finding a second clit in her pussy.  She lay
back and closed her eyes.  Oh, this felt good.  The girl on the tape was
squatting on a large rubber penis and panting.

   Connie opened her eyes in time to see the plump girl bend the black
dildo in two and stuff one end into her pussy and the other in her ass. 
The situation looked somewhat silly, but Connie thought that it just might
feel good.  Just then two men in coveralls walked into the bedroom.  Both
were carrying toolboxes and one had a cap - Ralph's TV Repair.  One man
took the curved cucumber from Connie's pussy.  It was obviously coated with
her juices.  He smiled at the other man and then at Connie.  He pressed the
cucumber to his lips and nose.  He licked all around the end that had just
moments before been between her legs.  Connie looked around and noticed the
other man was unbuttoning his coveralls.  For the first time she noticed
that they both were black.  The man with the Ralph's cap and the cucumber
pressed to his face looked exactly like the butcher.  Even his white
overalls reminded her of the butcher's apron.  Connie sat up slightly and
arranged herself against the pillows.  Strange, she didn't remember calling
the TV repairmen.  After all, her TV and VCR were both working fine.  The
girl on the tape was working two pink dildos into her pussy at the same
time.  "That always looked like it would be fun," Connie thought, "but I
was never able to do it, though Paul and I tried several times." Ralph had
his coveralls off and was smiling, "Great teeth," Connie thought.  He held
his penis in one hand and the cucumber in the other.  Slowly and gently he
rubbed the cucumber along Connie's pussy, pausing lovingly on her clit for
a few quick little thrusts.  He slowly rubbed his hand along the length of
his penis.

   The other man also had his dick free of his clothes and was now kneeling
on the bed just inches from Connie's face.  His crotch smelled like
Lifebouy soap.  She looked up into his face and he just smiled back at her.
He held out his penis and touched her lips.  A little fluid stuck to her
lower lip and glistened as he pulled back slightly.  Connie was surprised
that both men had such erections.  Had they been watching her with the
cucumbers for very long, or had they been watching the girl with the rubber
toys.  It didn't really matter, but in her heart, Connie hoped they had
become so excited because of her.  Ralph had put down his cucumber and was
now kneeling between Connie's legs.  He slowly pressed his black cock into
her pussy.  The thick black shaft disappeared between her pink lips and
deep into her reddish pubic hair.  The contrast was intriguing.  The other
man lifted his dick to Connie's mouth.  She obediently opened wide and
allowed him to rub it on her lips and tongue.  Slowly she closed her mouth
and began sucking and licking.  His dick was about all she could take in
her mouth.  Her tongue felt crowded, but she was able to work it along the
length of the head.  With her tongue, Connie traced the head of the penis
in her mouth.  Something wasn't quite right.  She had given head before and
really enjoyed bringing Paul to a climax with her mouth, but besides being
larger in diameter, this prick was different.  She pushed back and forth on
the head with her tongue.  The foreskin slid about an inch.  She had an
uncircumcised cock in her mouth.  This was different.  It was large, uncut
and black and tasted a little like Lifebouy.  Strange, but erotic.  Connie
was really getting into this.  Ralph was thrusting back and forth, plunging
his dick deeper and deeper into her box.  Connie should have been paying
more attention to Ralph, after all he looked exactly like the butcher, but
it was this other penis that fascinated her.  She gripped the shaft in her
hand and stroked it.  She let it fall out of her mouth long enough to
examine it.  The other man smiled.  Connie ran her tongue under the
foreskin and slid it back.  The other man's smile got even larger.  Connie
closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around this new delight.  She thrust
her hips up into the air and gripped Ralph in her thighs.  She rocked and
twisted.  She sucked and licked.  The other man had moved Connie to the
side of the bed and her head hung slightly over the side.  He was now
standing on the floor and rubbing her tits with both hands.  How did he
know her nipples were so sensitive?  His prick was pressing against the
back of her throat.  She could see the veins in his legs as he straddled
her face.  She imagined the foreskin on his prick sliding back to reveal a
bright pink head just for her to delight in.

   Though she had never imagined doing it with Paul, Connie relaxed her
throat and imagined the skin of her windpipe blending with the black
foreskin.  Slowly she relaxed more and more and more, until she felt the
head of the man's prick slide past the rear of her mouth.  She had allowed
it to penetrate her throat.  Her virgin throat.  She could feel the
foreskin on her uvula.  She tightened her throat slightly, just enough to
apply pressure.  She could feel the head sliding deeper into her, but she
held the foreskin.  This was wonderful.  Slowly the man moved his penis in
and out.  The foreskin was still held in place.  She was giving him a
sensation he had never imagined.  As his tempo increased, Connie became
more excited.  Let Oprah do this, she thought.  Ralph was really pounding
her pussy with his prick, but all of Connie's attention was focused on her
throat and the unknown repairman's uncircumcised prick sliding back and
forth in her throat.  What a feeling.  She reached around his quivering
legs and for reasons she did not understand, slipped her index finger into
his anus.  Just as she reached the second knuckle, his asshole clamped down
on her finger.  He let out a groan, quivered and let loose a torrent of cum
down her throat.  If she had expected it, she probably would have choked,
but in the relaxed state of her throat, the cum shot directly to her
stomach.  The pity was that she didn't get to taste it.  In a few throbbing
seconds, the man's anus relaxed and Connie could free her finger.  She
swallowed hard and wrung the last drops of cum from the softening dick in
her throat.  Slowly, the man stood up.

   Ralph was going wild plunging his massive cock into Connie's cunt.  The
thin lips were folding back on themselves.  She had never taken anything so
large in diameter into her pussy.  The sensation was wonderful.  Just as
she began to pay attention to what was going on between her legs, Ralph
exploded in an orgasm.  His cock loaded Connie to overflowing with thick
ropes of cum.  She felt the pressure of the squirts deep inside her.  In a
second Ralph pulled out.  He was still smiling.  He stood at the end of the
bed holding his prick in his hand.  There was a large drop of cum on the
end.  Connie leaned forward and kissed his prick.  She ran her tongue
around the opening, licking the last drop from the tip.  "At last," she
thought, "I get to taste one of them." The cum was mingled with her juices
as well.  Connie recognized her taste from some of the toys she and Paul
had used.  Occasionally, she would lick them after Paul had used them on
her.  This seemed to excite Paul and she didn't mind.  Most of the time she
found it highly exciting herself.

   Both men quietly dressed and left.  They had never said a word, but both
were definitely smiling as they disappeared down the hall.  Connie just lay
there atop the pillows.  She too was smiling.

   It seemed like an hour had passed, but when she looked up at the TV, the
girl was still on the screen.  This time she was inserting a chrome
vibrator up her butt.  She knelt away from the camera and, while reaching
behind herself, slid the shiny plastic penis into her asshole.  She was
looking over her shoulder and smiling at the camera.  She seemed to be
smiling at Connie too.  There was no sign of the TV repairmen.  Obviously
they had let themselves out just as they must have let themselves in.  At
least the TV was still working.

   At that moment, Connie spied the parsnip poking out of the grocery bag.
How much like a penis it looked, a pale white man's penis.  A pale white
man with a complexion like her own, maybe with a bit more orange in his
skin tone.  Orange in his skin tone?  Well, her imagination was running a
bit wild today.  She took out the vegetable and slowly stroked it.  She
watched the girl on the TV.  How effortlessly the vibrator plunged into her
ass.  How good it looked like it felt to the girl.  Maybe she was just a
great actress.

   Connie had used some of her toys in her own butt with mostly good
results.  It had been a long time since she had experienced anal sex.  The
last time it had been painful so she had stopped.  The only toys she had
experimented with were the smallest ones.  While these felt good, the girl
on the TV was using a normal sized vibrator and seemed to be experiencing
great joy.  Connie looked closely at the parsnip.  It wasn't as big around
as Paul's penis, maybe longer, but no larger around.  She looked at the
video girl, who was bouncing on the vibrator.  The camera was zoomed in
tight and you could see the girl's sphincter grabbing at the vibrator as it
slid in and out.  Connie inserted the parsnip into her pussy to lubricate
it.  The parsnip's taper would help it find its way into her body.  Sure
enough, with her pussy juice all over it, the tapered root opened her
sphincter and slid right in.  "What a perfect size," Connie thought.  The
root was just right.  She felt the tip slide half way to her stomach.  The
diameter was perfect in another way.  It seemed to put just enough pressure
through the wall of her asshole to her pussy.  "This is great," she said,
"I get good feelings all over with this thing." She knew why the girl in
the video was smiling.

   Connie slid the long root in and out of her ass.  The taper of the tip
allowed her withdraw it completely and then plunge it right back in.  She
had never been able to do that with any of her toys or Paul's prick when
she was younger.  Fitting back it was usually a painful problem.  The
parsnip just glided past the opening.  "Great - this is great." When Connie
looked up, a young man was standing at the head of her bed.  He was wearing
swimming trunks and was tanned.  Not a great tan, his complexion was
similar to hers and she knew that fair skinned people could never get much
of a tan.  The young man was freckled and from the flush on his cheeks,
either embarrassed or aroused.  Connie closed her legs so the young man
couldn't see the parsnip in her asshole too clearly.  He cleared his throat
and spoke, "I'm working on your pool and it looks like your drain is
plugged." Connie relaxed her legs and the young man reached down and
removed the parsnip.  He held it up and took a bite off the tip.  Connie
could see a bulge in his swimming trunks.  She reached up and gripped the
waistband.  Slowly she pulled his trunks to his knees.  The internal nylon
supporter clung to his penis and balls.  Connie pulled the trunks down to
his ankles and he stepped out.  He stood in front of her with his prick at
full attention.  His penis was quite small in girth, but oh so long.  It
had to be twelve inches from his balls to the shiny tip.  She had never
seen a real penis this long, or this skinny.  "Just right for opening my
drain," she thought.  With out a word, Connie sat up, knelt and turned away
from the young man.  She lowered her shoulders to the bed feeling her
nipples brush against the satin spread and pillows.  Her ass was pointed up
in the air, totally exposed to the young man and his strange penis.  Connie
caught a glimpse of herself in the dresser mirror.  Her white ass cheeks
were spread in this position and her pink asshole was wide open.  Her red
pubic hair formed a ring of the target.  The young man moistened a finger
in her dripping pussy and inserted it into her asshole.  Slowly he massaged
the inside of her anus.  Gently he withdrew his finger.  Just as it cleared
the pink hole, he slowly ran it around the opening.  That felt delightful.
Connie had no idea that her rectum was so sensitive.  She stole one last
glance in the mirror.  She had no idea her asshole was so receptive.  What
would Paul think if he ever got around to exploring back there again?

   The man pressed his dick against the pink opening and slowly pushed. 
With almost no pressure, it slid right past the gate.  For what seemed like
five minutes his prick slid into her body.  It slid along bringing a
wonderful tingling to her every inch of the way.  Finally his balls were
practically buried in her pussy.  This was a great treat - not only was her
ass full of his meat, but her pussy was being rubbed by his balls.  Every
now and then his scrotum would rub her tortured clit.  The young man was
rocking and swaying from side to side, almost as though he was dancing with
her asshole.  He would pull his prick right to the sphincter and then
slowly stuff it back - all the way back - all the way to his balls.  It was
when he was the deepest that his balls rubbed her clit most.  It was also
there that it felt like her stomach was being rubbed from within.  She had
never experienced a sensation quite like this.  Just as the man reached her
clit with his balls one more time, Connie felt her body begin to shake. 
Her knees began to tremble and her sphincter began to twitch.  A wave of
climax enveloped her entire body.  This was marvelous.  This was a climax
like no other.  She felt a hot load of cum shoot all the way to her small
intestine.  The young man collapsed on her back.  She was proud of her
asshole.  She had given him such pleasure with it - and she had been
rewarded.  He slowly retrieved his exquisite slender dick.  Connie looked
around and saw him standing at the foot of the bed, his penis was in his
hand.  Though is wasn't half a big around as Ralph's, there was a large
drop of cum, just like on Ralph's dick.  Connie leaned forward and licked
the dollop of cream off.  He smiled and left without saying another word
about her plumbing.  She hoped it was all right now.

   She must have dosed off, because the video girl was gone from the TV and
Connie didn't remember it ending.  As a matter of fact, she couldn't even
remember how it ended.  She eased to the edge of the bed and bracing
herself against the TV cart, stood up.  Her knees were wobbly and her
insides were still quivering.  "What an afternoon," she thought as she
slowly walked to the kitchen.  When she reached the dining room, she heard
a noise at the back door and went to open it.  Randy, Alicia's poodle was
scratching to come in.  Connie often fed Randy any left-overs from lunch or
cookies in the afternoon when she was home.  She and Paul hadn't had a dog
since the girls were in junior high and Randy was a friendly addition to
Connie's kitchen after lunch.  Connie sat on the stool by the kitchen
island.  Randy ran all around the kitchen looking for a treat.  By now
Connie had brushed her skirt down from her waist, but as she sat on the
stool, she realized it didn't cover much of her private area.  She was glad
that Randy was alone.  She also imagined that her hair looked a mess.  She
reached under her tank top to tuck her tits back into her bra.  Oh God her
nipples were still sensitive.  She was so glad Ralph's assistant had taken
the time to rub them.  That had added so much to the occasion.  The satin
felt wonderful on them as well.  She sat dreamily and thought back over the
last hour.  Suddenly her dream mood was broken as Randy's front claws
scratched her thigh.  "The poor little guy," she thought, "he must want his
treat." She looked down just as Randy thrust his nose between her legs.  "I
think I know what treat you have in mind, my little doggie, and you're not
about to get it here," she said as she gently brushed him aside and stood
up.  Connie looked down at Randy and noticed the head of his dick peaking
from the hairy sheath beneath his stomach.  This was the first time she had
even noticed that the poodle had a penis.  She had seen his balls from the
rear, but had just never paid any attention to the dog's penis.  It hung
down from his stomach about five inches and was bigger around than her
thumb.  The sheath was covered with silver fur, just like the rest of
Randy. A bright red point was jutting from the sheath.  It glistened with
moisture.  Randy was dancing all around the kitchen and trying to get his
nose back between Connie's thighs.  Her gaze was riveted to the growing red
point on his belly.  "I can't believe that you are that interested in me,
Randy.  Why you must have an entire harem of female pooches in the
neighborhood.  They are all more your size, I'd think.  You ought to run
along after them now, before you get into trouble here.  Shoo!" Connie
pushed the amorous dog away went to sit in a chair at the breakfast table.
Here she could hold her legs closed comfortably and maybe get Randy a
treat. She couldn't send him out in the condition he was in.  She reached
over and broke off a piece of bread.  Randy ignored this tidbit and wrapped
his forepaws around her leg.  Connie started to kick him away, but stopped.
She couldn't be cruel to him.  It wasn't his fault that he was excited, it
was just that her juices were flowing after an afternoon of lovemaking and
the poor dog was following his instincts.  Connie could feel his penis,
extended from its hairy sack, on her leg.  It was interesting how velvety
it felt.  She was now curious about the dog's penis and how it looked fully
extended.  Talking softly to Randy, she turned him on his back and was
amazed at the size of the little dog's member.  Though only about three
quarters of an inch in diameter, the flame red point projected out from the
furry pouch for about six inches.  Hell, the dog's dong was almost ten
inches long in all!  Connie grasped the furry part and slid it back and
forth.  It compressed to just before the balls and exposed the entire
length of Randy's rod.  "My word, this dog is hung,"she thought.  "I wonder
if Alicia has ever seen this." Connie was hypnotized by the red dart.  Its
shape was unlike any penis she had ever seen.  It was pointed with a head
like a cone that tapered back to a shaft of bright red.  Randy was as
aroused as he could possibly be.  Connie first thought was that the dog's
penis might explode right in her kitchen.  She could not imagine his
excitement.  She spied the "fooling" hotdogs on the table and got the idea
that this "Hotdog" just might like a hotdog to take his mind off of his
wiener.  Connie reached up from the floor where she knelt over Randy and
grabbed a frankfrueter.  Just as she had moved it off the table, the tube
steak slipped from her hand and fell to the floor.  As she turned to
retrieve the lost wiener, Randy flipped over and made a dash for her
thighs. With the skirt around her waist again, Connie's ass and pussy were
exposed to the horny dog.  In a flash, Randy had his nose and tongue buried
in Connie's asshole.

   "Ok, so you want a real treat, do you," she said.  I'll give you a real
treat." She stood up and took the "fooling" with her back to the kitchen.
She opened the bacon grease container and smeared a little on her asshole
and on the wiener.  "This will give us both a little treat my friend.  I'm
not about to fuck a dog, but I don't see why we can't both have some fun
out of this situation." Connie slowly inserted the wiener into her asshole,
until just the tip was visible.  She walked into the den and knelt on a
cushion from the sofa.  "Come over here and get your treat Randy.  You're
so interested in my ass, you little stud, here, I'll give it to you.  This
ought to satisfy both you hunger for treats and my rear end." Connie called
the dog to her rear and slowly let the wiener squeeze out, just enough for
the dog to notice.  Randy began frantically licking Connie's ass and
munching on the "fooling" as it exited.  The feeling was delightful for
Connie as well.  "My ass hasn't gotten a workout like this, ever." Ever so
slowly the frank slid from Connie's sphincter.  Ravenously, Randy devoured
every bite, licking both cheeks and Connie's pussy in the process.  Just
then the sausage popped out completely and Randy caught it in mid-air,
swallowing the last bite.  Connie was impressed with her little game and
was about to get up and feed another "fooling" to Randy in a more
conventional manner when the little poodle jumped onto her back.  Normally,
such a small dog would not have even moved Connie's frame, but in her
weakened state, she fell forward, the cushion under her hips, her tits
pressed against the floor.  Instantly Randy seized the opportunity and
mounted the prone woman.  His penis found its way into her pussy as if it
had radar.  At once, Randy was humping for his life.  His red velvet dick
sliding easily in and out of the grown woman's cunt.  Exhausted, Connie lay
there for a moment.  She was surprised.  She was also a little frightened.
She had never even imagined sex with a dog before, much less Randy from
next door.  The little poodle plunged into and out of her cunt.  His dick
was on fire and her pussy was the only thing that could quench the flame.
Having just examined his tool, Connie marveled at how well it filled her
hole.  The size was just about perfect, and amazingly it was hidden from
view most of the time.  "Those wiley dogs," she thought.  "So well equipped
and no one knows about it."

   Randy was throwing himself into his task and even though it was feeling
good, Connie was afraid that Randy might hurt himself or her if she let him
continue.  As soon as she got up, she was going to put him out, regardless
of his state, and go get her toys maybe even another "fooling".  She
steadied her upper body with her hands on the floor, but just as her mashed
tits cleared the wood, Randy's aim went off slightly.  Maybe it was the way
she had twisted her hips in an attempt to get out from under the animal,
but Randy's flashing dick speared Connie's rectum dead center.  With a
sound like "slooup" the red arrow disappeared amidst the bacon grease right
up her ass.  Randy responded to the increased tightness by humping even
harder.  There was no stopping him now.  Connie, while surprised, had to
admit she was really enjoying this action.  Randy's inhabitation was
marvelous.  Just his animal instinct was driving him to impale her cherry
asshole with such abandon.  It excited Connie to think she had turned Randy
on so much.  Suddenly, the little poodle shook all over.  Randy had cum in
Connie's butt.  His body was convulsing and Connie was afraid he might hurt
himself.  She looked back and thought she detected a smile on his face. 
Before she could react, the tip of Randy's penis began to swell.  There was
a slight twinge of pain as the dog's dick swelled to twice its original
diameter.  Connie remembered hearing of dogs getting stuck together after
sex, but thought it was an old wive's tale.  She had to admit though, she
didn't know anything about the sex lives of dogs and it sure seemed like
old Randy was stuck up her ass.  Randy just clung to Connie's thighs.  He
was exhausted and couldn't seem to get loose.  Connie began rocking her
hips back and forth trying to free the spent pup.  With the dog's prick so
swollen, the extra motion aroused new sensations in Connie's anus.  All of
a sudden, she didn't want to free Randy.  She didn't want his dick to
shrink back to normal size.  She wanted it shoved all the way into her. 
This was great.  She found the strength to turn over and holding the dog to
her cheeks, she lay him on his back.  Randy was starting to come around,
but his penis was still swollen.  Connie thought she could probably walk
around with the animal stuck in her butt without his falling out.  She
squatted on him and began grinding her hips and flexing her ass cheeks. 
Randy was immediately ready for more of this new fun.  Connie was finally
able to get the full length of the dog's dong into her rectum, all ten
inches, swollen head and all.  "What a marvelous feeling," she shrieked. 
The dog humped away beneath her; his dick thrusting into her bowel.

   Another explosion rocked Randy's dick and hurled a load of hot semen
into Connie's tush.  "At least the dog didn't pull out like the men do in
all of the videos," Connie thought.  That had always bothered her.  Paul
didn't seem to mind.  He said it kind of validated the video sex act. 
Showed it was for real.  Connie, however, was glad that none of the men, or
males, as the case may be, had seen fit to pull out from anywhere in her
body.  Just then, Connie was swept up in another orgasm of her own.  That
was two climaxes in her butt in one day, incredible.  Even more incredible,
one was achieved by her neighbor's poodle.

   Connie lay Randy on the cushion and staggered to her feet.  The dog's
dick was finally shrunken back to a size that would allow it to fit back
into its pouch.  Connie looked down at Randy's penis.  There was a large
drop of cum on the end.  Connie leaned down and took the dog's shrinking
penis in her hand.  It looked so small and shriveled now.  Gently she
caressed it with her lips and sucked the last of his load out of his dick.
Randy looked like he had been hit by a car.  Connie kinda of felt the same
way.  She found a sirloin in the refrigerator and grilled it for Randy. 
After a thirty minute nap, he rose, ate the sirloin and scampered back next
door.  Connie swore he winked at her as he rounded the corner of the house.

   It was about 3:00 pm though it seemed like it should be 6:00.  Connie
must have been dozing on the sofa in the den when she was awakened by a
knock on the kitchen door.  She also became aware of the sound of a
lawnmower in her back yard.  When she answered the door, she was greeted by
a tanned youth in cut-offs.  She recognized him as Steven, one of the boys
Paul paid to cut the lawn.  He greeted Connie and said that they needed to
move the hose that was filling the swimming pool to cut the grass and asked
if they could cut off the water to do so.  Connie agreed and offered Steven
and his two friends a pop when they finished.  He accepted and went back to
the lawn.

   Connie ran upstairs and took a quick shower.  This time she did put on
her stockings and garter belt, but with a longer fuller skirt.  She chose a
black cupless bra that she and Paul had purchased for some long forgotten
sexual fantasy.  She then threw on a black silk blouse.  When she returned
to the downstairs, Steven and his two friends, Mark and Rod were through
with the lawn.  Connie invited them in and set up pop in glasses with ice.
She sat down across from the three boys and crossed her legs.  It was
obvious to at least two of the three that she had no panties on and they
each got a good look at her thighs and the stockings.  Mark stood and his
short cut-offs gave his excitement away.  Connie stared at the tip of his
cock sticking from below his pants.  She reached forward and rubbed the tip
between her thumb and forefinger.  The other two boys stood and with out
saying a word, lifted Connie up and carried her into the den.  Everyone was
smiling as the boys lay her on the same cushion she and Randy had been on
so recently.  Each boy unzipped his cutoffs and stood for inspection. 
Connie's nipples also stood for inspection through the silk of her blouse.
She looked at each of the three erect cocks.  Taking in the dimensions of
each with her eyes and mind.  With out even noticing who's it was, she
knelt forward and took one in her mouth.  Slowly she began rubbing the
other two with her hands.  She licked and sucked until the boy's cock was
about to explode.  She unbuttoned her blouse and thrust his dick between
her tits.  The material of the bra scratched his balls, but he didn't seem
to mind as his penis rubbed between Connie's milky breast.  She ran the
dripping head of his penis along her nipples.  The boy began shaking and
gasping, as Connie sank his dick deeper between her tits.  Just as he
exploded, she lifted his prick to her face and let the cum splash all over
her lips, eyes and nose.  "Just like in the movies," she thought.  The
boy's load seemed to shoot for ten minutes.  "Ah, youth," she sighed.  She
had never seen a load like this in the videos.

   The other two boys were enjoying the show and rubbed their erect dicks
in appreciation.  Connie turned her attention to them now, while the other
boy recuperated.  She instructed on boy to lay on his back as she squatted
on his face.  She rubbed his dick with one hand while she guided the
standing boy's penis into her mouth.  She hopped up and down on the
licker's face, driving his tongue deep into her twat.  Her ass cheeks
engulfed his nose and the rest of his face.  His tongue found her clit and
she almost jumped upright.  The boy getting the blowjob thought he was
going to loose his manhood with this action, but Connie got back down to
the business of eating and being eaten.

   She was enjoying herself immensely when the first lad seemed to regain
his composure.  He came over to the group with his dick in his hand. 
Connie told him she would let him join in in a minute, but he had to wait
his turn.  She only had so many hands, tits and holes.  Obviously his
climax hadn't taken all of the cum out of him and he insisted the bitch
give him some loving.  Connie was not about to stop what she was doing now
that it was feeling so good, and decided that the young man needed to be
taught a lesson in patience.  The "bitch" was going to give him some loving
all right.  Connie stopped long enough to get the bacon grease from the
kitchen.  She dipped her finger into the lard and removed a thick wad.  The
boy who had gotten the tit job wanted to know what she intended to do with
the grease.  She said it was for his surprise.  She reached around and
stuck her finger up his ass before he could move.  His eyes got big and as
soon as the surprise wore off, he began rocking his hips against her hand.
Connie continued to finger his asshole for a few minutes while the other
two watched.  They were obviously upset that this guy had shoved his way
back into line just when the sex was getting good.  She stopped, withdrew
her hand and resumed her position on the prone boy's face.  She had the boy
who had been getting the blowjob stop and force his horny friend to squat
on the legs of the kid who reaming her twat with his tongue.  Connie
reached forward and grasped the eater's dick and stuck it into the
impatient kid's asshole.  She grasped his shoulders and forced him to sit
back, impaled on his friend's cock.  The eater didn't even know what had
happened or by whom, so he just kept licking Connie's cunt and ass.  Connie
went back to the blowjob she had been giving.  Connie jumped up, ran to the
front of the kid sitting on his friends dick.  She squatted in his lap,
taking his penis into her vagina.  She still continued to give a blowjob to
the third boy.  Now one boy was on his back another boy was sitting on his
dick, while Connie was being fucked by the kid who was being reamed.  The
third fellow was having his dick licked and sucked like there was no
tomorrow.  In unison, four climaxes swept the group.  There were spraying
dicks all around.  Connie went to each dick and sucked them dry.

   Connie had the boy who got the blowjob lay on his back on the floor. 
She had the lad who had been laying on his back, with his prick up his
friend's ass swap places and stick his rod up her asshole.  She then
instructed the impatient boy to stand in front of her and stick his dick in
her mouth.  Now she was filled in every hole.  Each boy had had at least
one climax and she was keeping them still going.  What an accomplishment.

   She was turned on by the smell and taste of her own juices on the
impatient boy's prick.  The more or herself she tasted, the more excited
she became.  In one day, she had experienced it all.  She was
simultaneously fucking three teenagers and bring them each to multiple
climaxes.  They just couldn't get enough of this wild woman.  At that
moment Connie exploded for the eighth climax that day.  She cleaned up
after the boys left.  Besides screwing their brains out, she had given one
a lesson he would not soon forget.  "Bitch, huh?" she thought.  "That will
teach you young man." She sat down in her favorite leather chair and turned
on the TV.  "Damn, Oprah!" "This has got to be a rerun." "What channel is
this damn thing set on, anyway?" Connie's mind sorted through the day,
every aspect of it.  "It couldn't be any more perfect." "Everything that
could happen did, and it was just wonderful." Just then Connie heard the
blast of the air horn from an eighteenwheeler in front of her house.  

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