finger sucking

Chapter 30



Sigourney




It was Marco Abernathy, the huge, by that I mean, tall, and I mean he was a 6′ 10″ basketball player who had made All America Honorable Mention last year that persuaded me to go to the fraternity party.



I like to party, don’t get me wrong. But this type party usually sucks. It turned out I was right about that, but I’ll always be grateful to Marco for cajoling me into going.



Did I mention that Marco was Black? Oh, yeah, as the Ace of Spades. But maybe you’d guessed that already.



Anyway, we got there around ten, and everyone in sight was already drunk. The music was blaring and I was surprised the cops weren’t already there. Most of those attending were guys, and most of them looked like typical college dorks.



Obviously the majority were there with fantasies of finding a drunken girl who would make their every dream come true. It was just as obvious that they would be going home alone as usual with a hangover — after all, what was more appealing to a girl, albeit a drunken girl, than a drunken guy with acne slobbering over them with either vomit or beer breath, or both?



Marco slapped me on the shoulder and laughed. “Gonna find me some of that white pussy. See ya’ll later, Bree.” And all 6′ 10″ of him vanished into the crowd.



There were probably a dozen or so girls hanging around. Mostly little bitches there to try to prove to their friends they were partiers, but it was clear they were in way over their heads. At the other end of the spectrum were the college sluts, some of who were already topless, some already flashing their asses and pussies delighting the guys.



As I appraised the girls, I found that the majority ran true to form, which is to say they were decent to good looking, dressed a bit provocatively, with a few (other than the sluts) willing to keep an open mind should something positive come up. But most of them were there to test their skills in teasing the drunken guys.



For the first hour or so I just hung around and watched the ‘activities,’ as the guys chugged beer poured into their mouths with funnels while the girls danced with one another and the guys not involved in the drinking contests ogled them from afar. Although any girl who got remotely close to the ‘lookers’ risked having her ass grabbed while obscene suggestions were hurled at them by the other onlookers.



After four beers I had to take a leak, but when I opened the bathroom door I had to take a step back. The smell of vomit and shit was overpowering. Strewn on the floor were at least a dozen used condoms. That proved me wrong. Someone was getting laid.



The John was backed up, so I used the sink, wrote an ‘Out of Order’ note, dribbled the contents of a condom on the back of it then ‘taped’ it to the door, hoping there was another bathroom somewhere else in the house.



I made a wrong turn and wound up passing two bedrooms, both of which were occupied. In the second one I heard the distinctive voice of Marco urging someone named Helen to “Take it all!”



I smiled to myself and made my way back to the main living area and heart of the so-called party. There was a small group gathered in front of the couch and I wormed my way into it and saw two girls making out while the others urged them to s strip and really get it on.



The two ignored them, but continued making out at their own pace, and from the smiles they flashed when not kissing each other they knew exactly what they were doing. I wondered which group they belonged to: the teasers or the sluts.



Curious as to how far they would go, I remained in place. It didn’t take long.



Later on I learned their names, but for simplicity’s sake, I’ll tell you now. Kathy had the bigger tits. Anna was a size or two smaller but also well endowed. They each had long brown hair which they wore straight down to the middle of their backs. Anna had a darker complexion, almost olive when compared to Kathy’s paler skin tone, and that made the two of them look hot together. They were both tall, maybe 5’6″ or 5′ 7″. They each had tight low cut jeans on with Anna wearing a tight strapless tube top and Kathy a thin cotton tank top.



Anna seemed to be taking the lead. She and Kathy were kissing like two lovers, there had to be something between them that went beyond a typical friendship. It was evident to me and the others that Kathy’s nipples were poking through the thin material of her tank top. As soon as Anna became aware of it, she began to run her hands over Kathy’s top, circling her fingers around the nipples then cupping the breasts in her hands. Kathy responded by running hands over Anna’s bare shoulders, and then around her face and through her hair. Eventually her hands moved down to Anna’s breasts and both were fondling each other through their clothes.



A short brunette leaned against me, whether consciously or not I didn’t know, and a moment or two later I felt her breast against my arm. I glanced down at her and she smiled up at me.



“They’re hot, ain’t they?” she said.



“Get in front of me, you can see better that way,” I told her, propelling her in front of my by putting my hand around her waist and giving her a little tug. Once in place, she moved her ass so that it fit up against my zipper. She actually purred when I cupped her breasts as we watched the girls play.



Anna’s hands moved stealthily down Kathy’s torso, teasing and tickling until finally she reached Kathy’s crotch. She pressed a finger against where Kathy’s pussy was hiding and began to rub her through her jeans. Kathy stayed on Anna’s boobs, massaging them, toying with her nipples for a short time, then pushed down the material until Anna’s beautiful breasts were exposed.



A few whistles came from the crowd. Everyone appreciated how full and firm they were, and without a trace of silicone. Her nipples were large and very hard at the moment from all the attention they were getting. Kathy’s hand could barely hold one as she cupped and toyed with it.



Anna was still working on Kathy’s covered jewel box, but evidently decided what was good for her was also good for Kathy, and reached up to lift the cotton tank top up to her chin, providing the onlookers with a view of Kathy’s best friends.



The whistle and shouts started as Kathy’s boobs popped out, especially in that they were bigger than Anna’s. Kathy lay back in the couch and let Anna kiss her neck and throat. I heard her moan despite the clamor going on around us.



Moments later, she was drawing on Kathy’s left nipple like a baby on a bottle. Kathy arched her back upward as Anna switched to her other boob, and while Kathy was reveling in the wondrous sensations that caused, the resourceful Anna had moved to the others jeans, which she deftly unsnapped and then unzipped while sucking Kathy’s boob. Kathy evidently understood what was happening and assisted Anna in removing her pants, revealing a sexy red thong that barely covered anything. Anna rubbed her pussy folds through the thong while alternating her mouth between Kathy’s breasts.



The short brunette had her hand on my hardon, squeezing it tightly while I played go-cart driver with each of her nipples.



When Anna pulled the thong to one side giving everyone a glimpse of Kathy’s well shaven pussy, I released one of the brunette’s nipples and slid my hand down the front of her jeans and sent a finger into her sopping wetness. She jerked forward, sending her ass crashing into my erection. Once I was assured she’d done no serious damage, I went back to exploring her dripping vagina.



Anna went to work on her girlfriend, working her middle finger into her slit while using her thumb to coax Kathy’s clit out from its hiding place. I decided to mimic her moves on the brunette just to see how it affected her. Kathy’s hips bucked against Anna’s knowing finger. The brunette moaned and bucked too; but not as violently as Kathy had.



All eyes seemed to be on the two girls. No one was paying any attention to the brunette and me, or so I thought.



At some point in the action, Anna apparently tired of teasing Kathy and dove head first into her snatch. A roar of approval went up from the on lookers.



“Fuck me!” the brunette squawked after turning her neck in a futile attempt to face me.



“Um, maybe later,” I said, and left her standing there by moving to the other side of the room and a place no female happened to be but afforded me a good vantage point of the action underway.



Kathy let out a load groan as Anna’s tongue flickered over her clit. Then Anna began lapping her like a dog, running her mouth up and down the others wet pussy while Kathy’s face contorted as she moaned and squeezed both her breasts.



I glanced around. There had to be forty or fifty people standing there watching them at this point. The brunette had found a nerdy freshman or sophomore, and was grinding her pubis against his leg while he had one of her breasts out of her wonder bra trying to figure out what to do with it.



Kathy grabbed Anna’s head with her hands and held her face tightly to her pussy. Her eyes were closed and she kept moaning. Suddenly her back arched up higher than ever before.



“Oh god, I’m coming. Don’t stop!” she cried. Her hips ground into Anna’s mouth as she moaned over and over.



“Fuck me Anna, oh yeah, suck the shit out of me!”



Her hands left Anna’s head and flailed helplessly in the air until another orgasmic wave crashed down on her. Kathy’s right arm dropped to the floor and her fingers dug deep into the soft carpet. A moment later she flung her head from side to side as the sensations generated by Anna’s tongue intensified.



“Coming!” she shrieked, and her fingers left the carpet and joined her other hand as they ensnarled themselves in Anna’s hair, forcing her even closer to her pulsing cunt.



I was impressed with how Anna had kept her at the edge, letting her come, then pushing it off, then bringing her back again. Anna had a definite talent, and I would remember it a few days later.



Finally, Anna raised her face away from Kathy’s sodden snatch and looked wearily around her. She seemed surprised at the number of onlookers.



Kathy collapsed on the couch, closed her eyes and apparently went into a deep, satisfied sleep. Anna made no attempt to wipe her face clean of Kathy’s juices, but kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to meet the eyes of those standing around her as she adjusted her top so that her breasts were covered.



It appeared that she wanted to return to Kathy and continue their oral activities, but Kathy was now out of it.



“Mind if I join in?” A tall, gorgeously proportioned brunette asked with a seductive smile.



“Sigourney! I didn’t know you were here!”



“We can’t use the couch,” she said calmly as if it were just the three of them in the room. “It would be impolite to oust Kathy right now. There’s a bedroom free upstairs, care to join me?”



She held a hand out, Anna took it, and followed her up the stairs with everyone else at the party except those passed out, or being violently ill outside or in the bathrooms right behind them.



“Let’s get naked,” Sigourney said almost whispering.



It took mere seconds to accomplish. I was very impressed with Sigourney’s body. Her face rivaled that of whoever the Clairol model of the month was. Her breasts while not overly large were succulent, and as enticing as any I’d ever seen. Her legs were sensational and served as the perfect complement to her jutting ass.



In short, Sigourney was perfection personified. I knew I would have to meet her. I knew I was already falling in love with her, and I knew she would not be an easy conquest.



They started with Sigourney running her hands over Anna’s back then fondling her ass. To my surprise, Sigourney’s eyes met mine as she slid a finger into Anna’s rectum, causing the girl to moan appreciatively.



I blew her a kiss and she returned it, and then heard her whisper to Anna, “Relax, honey; you’re going to enjoy this.” She moved her right hand over and let it rest on the smooth, silky junction of Anna’s legs. Anna closed her eyes and leaned back as she felt the sensuous warmth of Sigourney’s palm rubbing lightly over her pussy.



Sigourney smiled, moved her middle finger in and out of the others asshole while making small circles with the hand on her cunt. Anna moaned; her breathing became heavier, and she sank down almost totally relaxed.



I drew closer, smiling and framing the scene in my mind’s eye as Sigourney toyed with Anna. Sigourney kissed her, sucked on her pink eraser-tip nipples, and finally dropped to her knees and probed at her goodies with her tongue.



A red-headed guy I thought might be on the tennis team produced a ping-pong paddle and handed it to Sigourney, who was giggling and reluctant at first but made good use of the thing. She teased Anna’s ass with it at first, and then delivered a few hard, jiggly smacks that caused Anna to gibber like a schoolgirl.



I saw a shudder of expectation sweep through Anna. Evidently, Sigourney saw or felt it as well and couldn’t resist caressing the swollen, open lips of Anna’s cunt, causing her to jerk upward and cry out. Sigourney then performed an acrobatic move that ended with her straddling Anna’s face.



“Let’s eat!” she barked, and the two girls segued into as nice a 69 as I’d ever seen.



Maybe a minute or two passed before Sigourney raised her head from between Anna’s thighs and beckoned to me. “Yeah, you in the dark blue shirt; c’mon, join in!”



A roar went up from the crowd surrounding the bed as I clambered up to join them. I took a second to orient myself and took snuck a peek at Sigourney’s neatly trimmed pussy, and with a silly wave to our audience started licking and tonguing her ass.



Sigourney squealed with delight. Later she admitted she had thought I would stick my dick up her ass, or force Anna away from her cunt. But at that moment she squealed and shook her ass like a fish on a baited hook.



Now Anna benefited from all this, for Sigourney never let up on her and the squealing and shaking only served to arouse Anna more.



To give Sigourney a slight reprieve, I lowered my face and began alternating with Anna; each of us licking or sucking on Sigourney’s pussy. We quickly developed a rhythm that had Sigourney quivering with anticipation until, with a concentrated effort she managed to make Anna come and abandon Sigourney’s pussy, leaving me in charge as it were.



In my haste to get my dick in Sigourney’s mouth, I rudely shoved poor Anna to one side and reversed my position on Sigourney. Now my cock hung over her face as I licked both her ass and pussy in turn. She wasted no time in gulping me into her mouth, and by the first thirty seconds I knew my dick was in the mouth of an expert.



Anna refused to be left out of the picture. She attacked my ass; sending her tongue in a respectable distance on her initial try. There was no way I was going to last with the two of them working me over and I let it happen.



“Gonna cum!” I yelled, giving Sigourney fair warning. She was ready for me when I did, yanking me from her mouth and letting me shoot my load about a foot away from her onto the sheets and part of the pillowcase while the spectators cheered.



I rolled over on my back. The girls scampered off to the bathroom, shyly holding their clothing close to their breasts. Somebody handed me a beer, which I finished in two gulps.



I hopped of the bed, gathered my own clothing and followed the girls into the bathroom.



When I opened the door and walked in, Sigourney grinned at me then bit her lower lip. I memorized how she looked at that moment. There were dark locks of hair tumbling over her eyes, and her nipples stood poised to greet me. And so I grabbed her ass roughly and pushed my tongue into her mouth. She ground her pussy into me, and I broke off the kiss to seek out her right nipple.



Anna watched us as she finished dressing, then in a husky voice said, “You two better get a room; I’m leaving.”



I was already pressing my palm between her legs. I was rock hard already, raring to go. I used the notches of her pelvic bone as leverage, and ground back at her. Sigourney’s skirt shifted higher up her long, well-formed legs, then up past the satiny material of her panties. I dropped to my knees; saw the wet spot forming through the thin bikini underwear. I thought I heard a muffled whimper of desire.



She twisted and bounced her hips like a bitch in heat. The warmth in her loins reached the ignition point, and she began to bend her head from side to side.



“Oh God … do something … it’s driving me crazy…”



I knew women, and I knew that this was my only chance to control this exceptional woman or she would dominate me, or casually toss me aside when finished with me. I didn’t want that. Sigourney was a keeper. I knew it and had to be at my best to win her over.



“You’re going crazy, eh, well let’s see if this gets you off,” I said as I slapped her ass twice.



“Umm, lover, I really like that, but I really want a different kind of hardness at the moment.” Then she giggled, so I sapped her two more times. “You’re different…” she managed to say before I slapped her again. “Will you please fuck me?” Sigourney implored.



“Okay,” I said and dragged her by the arm back into the bedroom, which was now unoccupied.



After tossing her on the bed, I rolled her onto her back and stripped. She wasted no time in losing the few things she had on and I climbed on the bed and moved on top of her, supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her.



Ready or not, here I come,” I whispered. “Christ, I hope not. I want you to last for hours!”



I brought the tip of my cock to her moistened slit and touched it.”



“Oh, Christ, that feels so good.”



“It’s not in,” I said to tease her.



“I know that damn it! But it does feel good.”



I cocked my rear and drove it in.



“Woof!”



Easing all the way out, I slammed it home again.



“Woof!”



“What the hell are you a dog?’ I asked.



She took a moment to respond. “No, I’m not a damn dog. You just knocked the air out of me with that thing of yours.”



“Want me to stop?”



“Fuck no! Just…”



But I was already pounding back into her again.



“Woof!”



This time I thought I detected a happier tone to the woofing.



Sigourney brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist. That action took her clear off the bed and close to my stomach. We kissed feveredly while I mauled her lovely tits as she moaned contentedly beneath me.



I took my time with her, not wanting to hurry things, I would have preferred that this coupling last at least as long as she did; and so after a few rapid thrusts I arranged us so that I was flat on my back with Sigourney straddling me. We both moaned as she lowered herself down on my dick.



When she was fully impaled I cautioned her to remain still, and slowly stretched out so that she had no real choice but to lay on me so we were aligned limb to limb. I had her hold my hands and extend her arms out to her sides, and then lift her body like a snake ready to strike. I kept my feet flexed so that she could push against them with her toes if she required any additional leverage.



I was positive she had never done this before. A married woman I had been seeing off and on (no pun intended) was into yogi, and had taught it to me. The major benefits of the position were that while my hands continued to squeeze hers, Sigourney’s breasts were pressed against my chest, and we were thigh to thigh, so essentially, we were skin-to-skin over as much of our bodies as was possible.



More importantly, when Sigourney pushed with her feet, she achieved maximum clitoral contact as we bumped and boogied against one another’s pubic zones.



After she came the first time she kissed me. We continued kissing each other (it was rather easy, given our positioning) while she came at least four more times before she was begging me to alter our position.

I helped her sit up, still impaled on my love spear then jack-hammered her for a minute or so until tiring and telling her it was her turn. She gave it a great effort, but her climaxes were coming with more frequency and intensity by this point, so that she was moving, then stopping, moving again and stopping again.



She began to cry, telling me she was sorry for spoiling my orgasm. I quickly told her she was doing the both of us a big favor, for when she stopped, I was able to gain control and not come just then. And then Sigourney, light brown hair falling over her face almost to those gorgeous breasts, drooped like a falling flower as she cried out and came again before collapsing upon me.



Twenty minutes later we were in my car enroute to her apartment. I had the top of her dress open and moved her shoulder a little to the side in order to get at her fantastic tit again. With both eyes watching the road, I rubbed the nub gently, tickling the strawberry tip so that both nipples stiffened from the attention.



“Want me to suck you?”



“That would be lovely, Sigourney, but I’d prefer we lived until we’ve had a chance to fuck our brains out in your place.”



She giggled and gave my hardon a good hard squeeze. I responded by taking my eyes off the road and urging her left breast toward my mouth. She moaned and caressed my face and head with both hands.



I had to serve to miss a tractor-trailer, after which I concentrated on my driving. Sigourney apparently agreed with my decision, because she moved closer to the passenger window and remained silent until I had parked the car in front of her apartment.



Five minutes later my dick was slamming into her tight sheath and my balls were slapping against her ass. Sigourney had an ecstatic expression on her face and I knew she was in the throes of another set of multiple orgasms.



“I can feel you pumping me harder and harder. Ahhhhhh, I love this kind of fucking!”



(Yeah, and women claim it’s a man’s world. I wish I could cum fourteen or more times in one night. At least that’s what she insisted was the number of times that she remembered coming. That gave me pause to wonder how many she forgot.)



“Look down baby,” she whispered huskily in my ear, while lavishing wet licks to it. “Watch as your cock slides into my pussy and then look and see how wet and shiny it is when you pull back. Isn’t it disgusting?”



I fucked faster.



“”Would you find it revolting if someone wanted to take that disgustingly slimy dick and put it in their mouth?”



I fucked even faster.



Her hands left my face and sought out my ass, squeezing the cheeks briefly and then moving to cup my balls as I slowed my fucking; making sure each thrust took a different angle as it churned into her.



“If … if you don’t…” She couldn’t seem to finish the sentence.



“What?” I said, “If I don’t what?”



“If you don’t come soon you’ll have to call Anna and tell her to get her ass over here.”



My fingers dug into the soft fleshiness of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart until she could feel the thickness of my finger searching out the tiny elastic hole of her rectum. “Ah! Put your finger there … yes, there baby. Oh, God! Push it in deeper!”



“Oh baby, yes!”



She ground her hips into mine, reveling in the feel of my cock as it slid into the heated moistness of her tightly clenched thighs. My finger inched its way into the tiny passage of her anus, impaling her, holding her skewered like an apple on a stick. Sigourney retaliated, reaching down between our legs and guided my jerking prick to where she used it to slap at my finger embedded in her ass.



“Want it back there?” I asked.



“I want you to cum anywhere you want. My ass is yours if you want it.”



“Might hurt,” I said.



“I can take it,” she answered quickly as she eased her hips up in order to give me better leverage.



“There … there … that’s it,” she moaned softly on feeling my cock slowly work its way into her tight rear channel.



“Does it hurt?”



“Of course it hurts. That’s where most of the pleasure comes from.”



Proving her point, she began wriggling up and down on my cock, I knew it was painful because her nails were digging into my back, and then I felt her shudder. That did it. My balls erupted and sent several long columns of sperm rocketing into her. That served to trip her trigger, and she came big time, jerking against me as I continued to spew into her. Then we collapsed and slept through the rest of the night. ________________________________________



The following morning while sitting on the couch, we told each other our life stories, went on to discuss our hopes and dreams and discovered we had a lot in common. When I told her about Hayley and our pornographic filming sessions, she laughed, “That’s so you!”



“It is, isn’t it?”



“So you want to get back to making smutty movies, huh?”



“It’s a great way to make money.”



“What about the police?”



“What about them?”



“They caught you once. It won’t go well if they get you again.”



“We were all minors at the time. That won’t happen again.”



“Can I help you?”



“What do you propose?” I thought I knew what she had in mind, but wanted to hear her say it.



“I might know of a few willing girls.”



“I thought you might,” I said. I had a few of my own, but there was no sense in telling Sigourney that at this point. I reconsidered, and mentioned the twins.



“Twins, that’s novel. I’ve never heard of anyone having twins in a porno flick.”



“I haven’t either, but I’m pretty sure everything possible has been done already.”



“Just how organized are you at this point, Aubrey?”



I told her. She was impressed.



She laughed and said, “I’ve got an idea for a movie.”



“I’d love to hear it.”



“Okay … you and I are riding along in your car. I’ve got my feet up on the dash. We’re talking about this and that.”



“Sounds like a start, then what?”



“We see these two girls hitching. I tell you to pull over. You do, and I roll down my window and ask where they’re going. They say Lexington…”



I interrupted her. “We may change locations, but okay, keep going.”



“Um, I say, Lexington, or wherever is kinda far. What’s in it for us?”



“Show him your tits,” one says.



“You holler, ‘Let’s see ‘em!’ She pulls up her t-shirt and flashes you. Then the other one does it too. With everybody laughing they get in the car and off we go. We stop, buy some beer and shit, then ask ‘em if they want to party. They’re up for it and we find a motel and fuck like bunnies.”



“I like it except for one thing.”



Pouting like a spoiled child, Sigourney asks what the problem is.



“You and I are not going to be in any videos. We’ll make them, not star in them.”



“But you know I like playing around!”



“You and I can play around all we like. But getting your face and other parts of your anatomy in a film that’s going to be distributed world-wide isn’t going to happen. We have our futures to think about. Let the others put it out there. We’ll be making the damn thing, not starring in them.”



I was surprised at how contrite Sigourney got. “You’re absolutely right,” she said a moment later.



“You mean it, or are you setting me up for some bullshit?”



“No bullshit, Aubrey. I like what you said. You’re thinking of my future. I really like that. I can’t think of anyone else other than my parents who would be looking out for me that way.



I turned to face her, put my hands on the sides of her face and kissed her. We held the kiss for a long time and were breathing heavily when it ended. I put my hands on her breasts and my chest was pressed against her back, spoon like, with her body cradled against me.



Sigourney sighed contentedly as I kneaded her breasts, enjoying the feel of her nipples growing stiff under the palms of my hands. I moved my left hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, neatly trimmed hair and began stroking there too. She responded by pushing her ass back against me, parting her legs in the process, leaving her left leg raised and resting lazily on my hip. Then, in her assertive way, she reached between her legs and took my cock in her hand, guiding it to, but not into, her. Still behind her, almost passive, my half-erect cock was between her legs, and she was rubbing it in a slow, circular motion against her clitoris.



I changed my position slightly in an obvious effort to slide myself into her, and whispered in her ear, “Ready or not, here come I.”



Sigourney pushed my dick away and whispered back, “Uh-uh. Not there; I want you here, in my ass. Last night wasn’t good enough.” That said, she placed the head of my cock right in the middle of her anus, then rubbed it back and forth across the diminutive opening.



At first, I thought she was teasing me. “Are you serious?” I whispered.



“Aubrey…?”



“Yes?”



“We’re all alone here, aren’t we?”



“Yeah, sure, why?”



“Because, we keep whispering.”



Then we burst out laughing.



“Now,” she said, “do it, just fucking do it. All this talk about making fuck films has got me so hot.” She still had my boner in her hand and rubbed the head of my dick against her backside pucker. “Mmm, Aubrey, I want it deep inside my ass this time.”



My cock was already so wet from being rubbed between the moist lips of her pussy that it broke the sphinctoral plane with surprisingly little effort.



She grunted as my cock broke the barrier, then hissed between her teeth. “Slowly,” she said, “work it in slowly.”



She shifted her hips slightly to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of something inside her ass.



“Am I hurting you?”



“A little,” she replied, punctuated by a gasp of breath. “Oh, it feels so fucking big!”



I squeezed her breasts hard, flattening them against her chest, as I softly kissed the nape of her neck. “I don’t believe how tight you are!”



“Are you in all the way?” she gasped. “I feel like I’ve been split in two!”



“Just a little more.” I pressed my cock forward, then felt it being tightened like a vise by her sphincter muscle. I seemed to gain ground only by easing back slightly and then pushing forward. She grunted and moaned a few more times before I finally pressed my wiry pubic hairs into her lower ass.



“How’s that?” I whispered.



“Fucking unbelievable! Don’t move for a few seconds. I have to confess you’re not the first back there. But you’re certainly the biggest. Ugh! I have to get used to it.”



I continued kneading her breasts and kissing her neck and shoulders while my sheathed prick remained completely motionless inside her. I could tell the entry had been somewhat painful for her, but that was not unexpected. The walls of her rectum were warm and smooth against my cock. From time to time, she contracted the muscles of her ass around my dick, as she tested the elasticity of anus.



The anal contractions were beginning to have an effect on me. “If you keep that up,” I said after a particularly tight contraction, “I’m going to come. I feel close already.”



“No! Please, don’t come yet! You just put it in, you haven’t really fucked me yet. C’mon, Aubrey, hold off a while, okay?”



“I’ll try. I can’t tell you how good it feels!”



“The pain is almost gone, and it’s beginning to feel good,” she said. “Give it just a few more seconds and you can start moving in and out a bit.”



“I’ll come for sure, then,” I told her, but I was already doing multiplication tables in my head.



“No you won’t. If you do, I’ll never let you do this again!”



Now that I had discovered Sigourney like anal, her warning was sufficient incentive to do everything I could to delay spilling my seed inside her.



With the pain all but gone, Sigourney began moving her butt in a slow, circular pattern, while my ensconced cock, virtually a prisoner inside her, obediently followed. Somewhere along the line I began to slowly pump my hardon. The dual phenomenon of our syncopated rhythm sent the both of us to a high we hadn’t reckoned on.



“OH! Fuck my ass! Give it to me! Oh, my ass! I love it in my ass! Oh, Aubrey, it feels so good!” Her voice reverberated through the house.



“Hey,” I said softly, “the others will hear you.”



“What others?”



“The ones down the street for Christ’s sake, you’re pretty vocal, Siggy!”



“Don’t ever call me Siggy! Now just shove it in me! Make it hurt! Fuck my tight ASSSSS!”



Her immodesty catapulted me into a fucking fury. I started pumping her like a madman, driving my cock in and out of her tight ass with complete abandon. She grunted, she groaned, she bucked her ass against my abdomen, snorting rather than breathing, trying to pull me even further into her dark abyss.



If she wanted to feel hurt, I would be more than happy to oblige. I took her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers of each of my hands and squeezed the nubbins sharply, painfully. It was this final, almost desperate gesture that seemed to do the trick.



“I’m coming!” she cried. “I’m coming! YESSSSSSS!”



Abandoning the multiplication tables, I went into an all out frenzy and came, filling her with spurt after spurt from my pulsing prick. It was, without a doubt, one of the best fucks I had had in a long time. I hoped she felt the same way. We both came down slowly. I didn’t dare withdraw myself from her. I just let my dick go soft inside her rectum, feeling the occasional tiny anal contraction that only served to remind me of what we had just done.



Finally, my limp member fell out, on its own, sliding onto the inside of her inner right thigh, still wet from my spending. Sigourney turned her naked body completely around until we were belly to belly, chest to chest. She wrapped her arms around my back and held me. With a soft, joyous murmur, she pressed her loins into mine, our pubic hairs mingling. “That was great,” she whispered sexily.



I smiled. “I’m glad I held off, like you asked.”



“Me too,” she replied.



When our lips met, her tongue went right for my tonsils. She ground her abdomen into me slowly, sensuously, creating that familiar stirring in my loins that had disappeared inside her wonderfully tight derriere.



I had thoughts of going down on her just to ensure that she’d had a really good time of it, when she slipped her hand between our clasped bodies and located my semi- erection. Her tongue searched every nook and cranny inside my eager mouth as she slowly stroked me back to hardness. Breaking the passionate kiss, I asked, “Don’t you ever quit?”



“Build a better mousetrap and the world will beat a path to your door,” she quipped.



“So you’re equating a beautiful ass fucking with a mousetrap?”



“Sort of,” she giggled. “I mean, show me a new way to get off, like you just did, and I’ll be at your doorstep, every night, wanting more.”



I smiled, then moved my hands to her buttocks, feeling the ass that I had just fucked, and squeezed the globes between my fingers, prying them apart, then found I could send two, and possibly three fingers into the gaping hole my cock had created.



“What are you doing?”



“I’m back at the doorstep again,” I replied, probing in her anus for a potential G-spot. I found something, not the G, but something that stimulated Sigourney enough to make her want me back inside her again.



“Don’t you ever quit?” she laughed, a reference to my earlier question. She squeezed my cock tightly, then released it, before working her hand toward the head and squeezing it once more.



“I like your ass,” I said, moving my fingers more rapidly and feeling her pushing back against them, urging them deeper.



“Maybe one more time, you think?” she whispered.



“I’m beyond thinking, baby. All I want to do now it wallow in that ultra fine ass of yours.”



“Oh, you … you say the nicest things. Put it in and be quick about it!” ________________________________________



I called the producer Hayley had put me on to, and found him receptive once he placed me as the infamous high school porno king. He also gave me the name of a lawyer he said he did not have on retainer, but would certainly use if his present legal advisors failed him. I was careful to explain I had nothing at the moment, but was just putting things in place. I assured him I had all the actors, scriptwriters and cameramen needed when he offered them.



Hayley had already told me he would try to get a foot in the door toward controlling things that way. In the end, he agreed to back me financially, offering me $50,000 up front and another $35,000 after we finished the first film.



I hung up the phone excited at how easy it was. Next I placed a call to the lawyer Hayley had provided. He wasn’t in, but when I mentioned Hayley’s name, I was told he would get back to me the following day.



The ball was in my court, so following football practice I looked up Dan DeLeon and brought him up to date. He was impressed with my locating what he termed “A big time producer, and movie industry lawyer,” but was confused when I told him about Sigourney’s role in the equation as Production Manager.



“I don’t understand, we got girls, I got plenty of them. What’s she gonna bring to the table?”



“Dandy,” I said calmly, “what we’re going into isn’t a fly-by-night operation. If we do it right, and I fully intend to do just that, we’ll need key people to help us.”



“It sounds like you’re taking over,” he said bitterly.



“I am taking over. You’ve got Wilbur, and a few sluts. If I wanted to I could probably hire Wilbur away from you. You know I can get all the sluts I need.”



“Fuck you!” Dandy spat out and turned away from me as if leaving.



“Wait a minute! You’re an integral part of this enterprise. And it is going to be an enterprise. We’re going to be big, bigger than you’ve ever imagined. Dandy, I promise you we’re going to make a couple million on this deal. Are you willing to sit down and listen?”



He took a seat and waited for me to continue.



“A: We’ve got a moneyman in Mr. X. (at this point I wasn’t about to reveal his name.) He has agreed to front us $85,000 for our initial expenses. We can get more if we give him good reasons. What I’ve agreed to with him is to make three feature length X-rated films of high quality.”



I took a deep breath and went on. “We’re not just making porn. Everybody and their sister make porn, but its sloppy porn. The idea is to make a decent film, with a semblance of plot that viewers will remember, and hopefully like enough to buy the next film we produce.



That brings me to B: The movies will be scripted. By that I mean really scripted. We’ll hire some English majors, or journalists to put together a cohesive script from the outlines the production manager and I come up with. Don’t get me wrong, ideas are always welcome. But we film from a script. The actors will have someone holding their lines on a large piece of cardboard. We will rehearse the lines beforehand so everyone knows their place and better fucking know how to pronounce the words they’re reading off the cards.



C: We’ll interview the actors. And yes, you can fuck them if they’re agreeable.



Now this is important. The actors will probably come in all age groups. I mean, we might need a grandfather, or grandmother for a scene. I told you we’re going for quality with a story, so every scene isn’t a fuckathon. Then too, it’s possible we’ll have some scenes with MILF’s….”



“What the fuck’s a MILF?”



“That stands for a mother I’d like to fuck. I know you’ve seen a few.”



“More than a few, Dude!” Dandy was getting into it, and I appreciated it.



“And we can’t forget the use of extras. We’ll have to figure out how much to pay them and whether to do it hourly or daily.



That brings us to D: Cameramen. Wilbur is good, very good, but what if we’ve got all these actors ready to go and he gets hit by a car? Obviously we need more of them; I think two more, with one in a reserve role. Maybe use cameramen B and C on an alternating basis. Give them both work and keep them happy that way. It will also allow us more camera angles during the shoot. You can’t have too many.”

“What else?” Dandy said, “I’m sure you forgot something.”



“I can’t think of anything … yes I can. The broads, we’ll need tons of them. You want to know how we get them? We interview them.” I didn’t bother telling him I’d already covered the subject.



Dandy wanted to contribute and said, “We’ll place ads in the right places and then film the interviews.”



It was at that moment that I decided to get rid of him at the earliest opportunity. But not until he’d had a taste of making some films, and drawing a fair amount of money from the business venture.



I made a mental note to have the lawyer evict him from the business before he knew what hit him, but in the nicest possible way.



“Dandy,” I said while thinking about the aforementioned. “It’s been said there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob. This is surely a lie. Anyone who makes this claim has never squirmed under a row of sharp teeth, nor suffered friction burns at the hands of a partner who just wants to get it over with, or endured the lazy manipulations of a mouth that would rather be wrapped around something… anything, else. So we interview them, and you and I can have the pleasure of pronouncing them qualified or unqualified. Capesh?”



“Oh, yeah, I see your point.”



“While I’m on the subject, I’ll add that there really isn’t such a thing as a bad double blow job. For one, any girl who teams up with a playmate to work you over is arguably well acquainted with the act of fellatio. And neither girl wants to look bad in front of the other, so they both bring their ‘A’ games to the, err, court. If having two women at once is like winning the lottery, then having two women worship the knobbed idol of your masculinity is like winning the lottery and the Nobel Prize on the same afternoon.”



We laughed at my analogy, and after several more points were made, went our separate ways. ________________________________________



Later that afternoon I heard from the lawyer Hayley had referred me too. His name was Haliford. Harrison Haliford. He heard me out and gave me his rates for hourly and or yearly retention.



Being full of confidence at the time, I opted for a yearly retainer of $12,000, as that reduced any hourly charges by half. I know this sounds exhorbent, but my thinking was that I was entering into a full-fledged possibly multi-million dollar business, and in that case the money was well spent.



Mr. Haliford and I met the following morning. I laid out my business plan and he concurred with it, making a couple minor suggestions which I accepted and promptly incorporated.



He provided me with five different contracts: One each for the Actors, the writers, the cameramen, Sigourney, and lastly, one for Dan Deleon and myself.



He smiled as he described the nasty clauses in each, and how they favored me. I inquired about the contract between Mr. X and myself and was told that inasmuch as I had no paper as yet, but since he had already provided me with the first installment of the monies promised, I was at his mercy.



It was then that I learned Mr. X was general counsel to the Gambino family in New York, a well-known Mafia family.



I swallowed hard, and I’m sure my complexion paled, for Mr. Haliford permitted himself a thin smile. “You have their money. You will make their, or shall I say, your movie, or movies. They will be generous, this I know from the few contacts I’ve had with them. They expect results from you. I would highly recommend you fulfill your obligation and get the hell out as soon as possible.”



“And how would I do that, Mr. Haliford?”



Haliford asked me another question. “Without incurring their displeasure?”



“Yes sir.”



At the moment you have agreed verbally to make three feature length X-rated films of high quality for him to distribute nationwide. Did you address international releases with him?”



“No sir.”



“He will undoubtedly take that as his own, giving you either nothing at all, or a small pittance of those sales just to keep you happy.



“And after I deliver the third film to him?”



“Hmmm, it might be a bit touchy, but if you’re willing I can put you on to some, shall we say, legitimate producers in Silicon Valley who would be interested in working with you … if your first three films do well sales wise.”



“You said, ‘touchy,’ would you care to amplify that?”



“Yes, of course. I mean the Gambino Family might refuse to release you from your contract with them.”



“I have no contract with them.”



“But you do. You verbally agreed to make films for Mr. X in return for certain financial considerations.”



“Yes, but … that covers three films…”



“I know, but consider who you’re dealing with. They don’t rely on the courts to settle their differences with, um, their partners.”



“On the other hand, after the third film they may let me go my merry way?”



“Possibly. And if I may be candid with you, I expect they will. Unless…”



“Unless what?”



“Unless your films are resounding successes, then they will most likely want to keep you in their employment. They will give you more money, but still own your films.”



“Have I committed everyone making the films to them as well?”



“No, I shouldn’t think so. They would consider those personnel expendable. Not in the bad way, of course, but replaceable, unless they win some sort of awards for their work. That might change their viewpoint.”



I left his office enraged and frustrated at Hayley’s obvious betrayal. Shortly after, as I drove back to the campus, I realized that Haliford was also recommended by Hayley, and headed away from the campus and toward my Aunt Nicole’s home.



I stopped at a CVS Pharmacy and called her before dropping in unannounced. She was glad to hear from me and told me to come right over.



She looked better than ever and gave me a promising hug, kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered, “No hanky-panky tonight, Julius will be joining us for dinner. You are staying?”



“Um, yes, of course I am. Thank you for inviting me.”



I had a few minutes to fill her in and she saw no problem in telling her husband about my circumstances. “The Gambino family, my God, Aubrey, you move in the strangest circles.” But she was smiling that nasty smile of hers at the time.



We had dinner, and after I had filled Julius in on my football experiences at the University, Nicole told him that I needed his advice on a more serious note. Then she left us alone.



Julius listened carefully while I told him exactly what I was up to and what had happened.



“Are you eighteen or older at the present?”



“Yes sir.”



“Too bad, although I doubt that legality would matter to the Gambino’s. So that leaves us with my second option, actually my first, but I had to determine your age.



I should tell you I admire your gumption in making these films. Nicole tells me you’ve already made some and they were quite profitable, although considered illegal.”



I explained the circumstances to him and he smiled. “This Hayley seems quite the girl.”



“Yes sir, she certainly is in a Machiavellian way.”



Julius grinned and said, “It’s not the end of the world. Let me make a few calls tomorrow. It’s possible there is no Gambino connection. They may just be scamming you into turning over the profits from what appears to be a highly profitable enterprise.



“Hayley’s father is a very wealthy man. I think he may have a finger in the porno business.”



“That supports my theory about there being no real criminal organization involved. Although, what they’re trying to pull off is criminal enough.” Julius said, and stood up.



I took that as a signal that my time was up, and thanked him and asked him to thank Aunt Nicole as well.



“It’s my pleasure. I’ve heard so many good things about you. And it appears you’re trying to live up to them. I’m sure I’ll have good news for you tomorrow. Call me around three. I should have a couple answers by then.”



I thanked him again and drove over to Sigourney’s. ________________________________________



There was another woman with her when I arrived. Her name was Allison. She turned out to be four years older than Sigourney and me, and she was married. There was just something about Allison that I found very irresistible, and I sensed Sigourney knew it and had arranged for her to be there when I arrived.



This turned out to be true; what’s the old adage? Women can’t live without them? She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but yet she had an innocent, wholesome look to her that was quite magnetic. She was about 5’7″ and nearly perfectly proportioned. Her medium build gave the impression of slenderness, and she had nice round hips which complimented her breasts in making an attractive, shapely form. Her light brown hair hung straight and loosely down to her shoulders. And with only a hint of makeup, she had a very natural look.



But I think as much as anything, her personality is what drew me to her. Her demeanor was one of sweetness, yet I had spent enough time with women to see a bit of a mischievous streak in her as well.



Sigourney told me it was perfectly all right to discuss the porno venture in Allison’s presence, and I did so, recounting the events of the afternoon.



Both women were shocked. I made us Vodka Collin’s while Sigourney phoned out for pizza. After dinner, the three of us continued to indulge in several more vodkas and the mood had long moved from somber to giddy.



I may not have mentioned that Sigourney was a sophomore, and it turned out that Allison was one too. She had interrupted her education to get married. She had one child, a daughter, Mavis, now two years old. She was now in school thanks to a generous donation from her father-in-law. Her husband, Ned, was the apple of her eye, but from the way she kept glancing at Sigourney, I sensed that maybe she craved another fruit on occasion, and that possibly it was Sigourney.



“Do you remember the time when we lived in the dorm and you came back one Sunday night with your mom?” Sigourney asked Allison. “As soon as we heard your key in the door, I jumped up out of bed and ran over to slam it shut.”



“Oh, yeah. I remember,” Allison said. “That was really easy trying to explain to my mom why it was that my roommate was slamming the door in our faces. When you finally let us in you were in your robe with your lipstick smeared, I think she put two and two together.”



“Well, she may even have heard Johnny, since he was hiding in the shower.”



Even I had to laugh at that scene. As the evening wore on, I began to flirt with Allison, I was fairly certain Sigourney wanted me too.



In turn, that led to our starting a discussion about our sexual preferences. Allison got right to the point, looking me right in the eye she said, “Aubrey, you guys seem to think that any time a gal has sex that a man seduced her, or forced her. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Look at us. Sigourney came onto the girls last night and then to you. Here I am, a married woman, coming on to you. One might say we’ve been stalking you. And what’s more, when the evening’s over I’ll go back to my little life as Allison, faithful wife, until the next time I get an urge.”



“And there will be a next time,” Sigourney said, handing me another drink.



“Next time?” I said, looking at both women.



Allison laughed and said, “Oh, sure. I’ll take classes for the two semesters. I’ll pick out a guy in each class to get to know, kinda like tonight. Only I will admit tonight was at Sigourney’s instigation.



“What do you tell your husband?”



“I’m working toward my degree, studying my ass off while raising our child and keeping house. As far as he’s concerned, I’m too busy to cheat on him.”



“Are all women like that?”



“Aubrey, there are two kinds of women. First is the woman who thinks that she got the very best man that was available to her. Not necessarily her first choice, but the best that she could snare. She will be very timid, very protective of her hold on her husband. The other kind of gal may or may not have got her first choice of men, but knows that she has the goods; she’s a hot ticket that has men making moves on her all the time. If inclined she can become the Man Eater that is written about, and has songs written about her. That woman knows exactly what she can attain by using her sexuality, flashing her tits, letting men think that they have stolen her pussy. She’s the one you see on the red carpet in Hollywood, or riding with The Donald in a limo. You guys only get what that woman wants to give you.”



“Are women that calculating?”



“Absolutely.”



“I’m just a clueless simpleton.”



Sigourney laughed and said, “Want some advice, Aubrey?”



“Sure.”



“Marry a woman who is a bright, aggressive, good-looking bitch and a first class Man Eater. Tie your string to her and hang on. All women are bitches. The question is whether they are bitches for you or against you. Marry her and then stand back and enjoy the show.”



“Are you a Man Eater?”



“Got you wrapped around my finger, don’t I?”



“Do you?” I said, and caught the look of uncertainty that flitted across her face.



“Sure do,” she said a split second later.



I had to wonder if Allison’s husband had any idea of what kind of woman he was married to. I decided I would fuck them both and let them do one another while I watched or joined in.



I also wondered if I had I encountered this type female before. Probably, I thought, but they might have been too young to have refined their Man Eating skills at the time.



As our discussions continued, my eyes kept coming to rest on Allison. I couldn’t stop looking at her. I even stretched out my arm so that it reached behind her where she was sitting. She jumped at first but to my pleasant surprise, she didn’t move away. Actually, I think she even cradled a little bit back toward my arm and hand.



“I know you want her,” Sigourney whispered in my ear. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”



I turned to Sigourney with a bit of a questioning look on my face, wondering if I had correctly understood what she had said. “It’s okay,” she whispered to me as she rubbed her hand on my chest.



Man Eaters? I thought. Were they preparing a meal with me as the main course?



“Hey, you’re awfully quiet, Aubrey,” Allison said. I didn’t say anything, but disengaged my arm from around her shoulder, placed a finger under her chin and pulled her close for a kiss.



Allison let any thought of shock or inhibition slip away as she kissed me back, but there was no exchange of tongues.



“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Sigourney said, pulling me away from Allison and kissing me soundly.



My mind and body were dancing with emotion and arousal. I never expected Sigourney would be setting me up with her friend so quickly. Still I was wondering what was wrong with this picture. They had insisted they were Man Eaters, and yet here they were making themselves available to me when I had little to offer them other than a good fucking.



Finally I told myself not to question the circumstances, but to enjoy what was happening. Sigourney and I continued our kiss; Allison moved closer to me, and put her hand on my shoulder. I reached out and squeezed her thigh. Allison began to rub my shoulder and chest before placing her fingers up to play around with my lips as I kissed Sigourney.



Eventually, Sigourney broke off our kiss and took Allison’s fingers in her mouth to gently lick and suck on them.



Sigourney’s eyes were a little glazed in arousal as she sat up and pulled her sweater up and over her head. Then, with one quick motion she reached to the clasp in front, opened her bra, and slipped it off of her shoulders. Her breasts fell free, and her nipples stiffened in the cool air-conditioning.



I was salivating for those hard candies and pulled her down to my mouth for a taste. As I sucked on her breasts, Sigourney began unbuttoning my shirt. I sat up and took my shirt off, then turned to Allison and rubbed my hand up and down her back, first over her sweater, then under it. I kissed her and her tongue flew into my mouth. It tasted like warm silk. I idly caressed her stomach with my hand and felt the muscles tighten. Sigourney busied herself pinching my nipples, it hurt, but I ignored it. Still, I shivered when her hand squeezed my cock through my trousers.



Our kiss grew harder; I slid a hand under Allison’s bra and gently cupped her breast. I was turned on by the way her hair had been tussled from the kisses.



Sigourney opened a button then tugged my zipper down; my cock flew out of its confined quarters and into her hand. Allison moaned as my hand massaged the breast, moving it this way and that while she found her way under my shirt and tweaked my nipples in much the same manner as Sigourney had. I sent my other hand under her skirt and squeezed her thigh, then her ass.



Sigourney squeezed my cock and slowly slid her fist from tip to base and back to tip again. I realized everyone was breathing heavier.



I pulled Allison’s underwear to one side and pushed one, then two and then three fingers into her slushy wetness. Allison raised her arms and shrugged her way out of the sweater. When she finally had it up and over her head, the sight of her breasts, restrained only by the lacey fabric of her black bra, made me even hornier.



“Want me to help out?” Sigourney whispered breathlessly.



“Please…” Allison croaked.



Sigourney found the back of her bra, and with a twisting motion, pulled the clasp free then helped Allison slide it off her arms.



Allison turned back to me and I let out an excited breath as I saw her gorgeous breasts for the first time. They were very firm and round with large, brown nipples. They too were stiffening in the cold air. I reached up and gave her breasts a squeeze and she let out a small moan. I let my fingers rub against both of her stiff nipples and then lowered myself for a quick taste of both her tits.



I saw Allison staring at my erection and I grew even harder. Sigourney spit into the palm of her hand and moisturized my dick, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum oozing from the tip. I was throbbing like a baton being waved by a half crazed musical director.



“Mmmmm, I can’t believe you’re so hard for us,” Sigourney said.



“It’s show thick,” Allison said, so filled with lust she was slurring her words.



“That’s what I like best,” Sigourney said. “When he’s inside you it just makes you feel so full. He really stretches me open.”



“I bet sit does,” replied Allison, still having difficulty in enunciating, but touching it for the first time.



My body involuntarily lifted up off the ground as I thrust myself into Sigourney’s hand. A surge shot through my body.



“And we really haven’t even done anything yet,” Sigourney giggled. Allison pouted and said, “I hope he lasts long enough to satisfy us both.” “Oh, I think he will. I test drove him yesterday,” Sigourney laughed.



To Sigourney I said, “You’d better stop.”



“Why, what’s wrong?”



“Nothing. I just want Allison to cum first.”



I sat up, grabbed Allison’s ankles and pulled them toward me. She shrieked with joyous laughter. Sigourney let go of my cock and I went under Allison’s skirt and pulled her panties off and let them hang on my left wrist. I spread her legs open and held onto the insides of her thighs.



Laughing delightedly, Sigourney chirped, “Oh, Allie, you’re gonna get it now!”



I paused to let some saliva pool on my tongue, and then began teasing the inside of her right thigh then the lips of her pussy, but saved her clit for last. I made certain to move slowly and with a deliberate gentleness. When she was moaning with a regular rhythm, I picked up speed and moved my fingers back into her hole.



Sigourney busied herself sucking one of Allison’s nipples and pulling and twisting on the other.



Allison’s moans grew in intensity. I bent the fingers up and behind her pubic bone where my fingertips encountered a very soft, smooth area. I moved slowly exploring the area which actually felt like the inside of a very slippery mitten.

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