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This happened about a month ago and I've been writing out what happened to individual partners over at /r/dirtypenpals. Then I discovered this place and it seems like a perfect place to put it.
I (now a 26-year-old guy) came out as bisexual to my now-22-year-old female fuck buddy last May. I remember how scared I felt about admitting it out loud, even though she was an out and proud bisexual herself. She reacted amazingly and worked hard both with me and on her own to find me a guy to play around with safely. (It should be noted here that I don't enjoy anal at all with either gender, giving or receiving, so my fun with guys is strictly based on oral live sex chatrooms.) After months of trying, we just agreed to stop focusing on it and if it will happen, it will happen.
About us: She's 5'6" and at the time was around 130 pounds (she's down to about 110 now). She has burnette hair that falls to her shoulders and wears glasses when she's around me because I dig women that wear glasses. She's a 34C with a big ass. I'm 5'7" and 160 pounds with very little muscle definition. I have short dark brown hair with glasses and a circle goatee.
At the time, she lived an hour's drive away which was inconvenient enough. But she didn't like her job and moved to take a new one in a new industry, putting her an hour and a half away, driving-wise. As it turned out, it was just what fate had in mind. She started on Monday and quickly made some friends in the office, and she was included in the usual office gossip with the Chatty Cathy's. On Friday at the end of her first week there, completely unprompted, she learned that one of the few guys in the office was bisexual.
I don't know how she did it, but at the end of the day on Friday, she scurried and caught him as he was heading towards the parking lot and struck up a conversation. She's very extroverted so this wasn't difficult for her. She said he was kind of shy and didn't offer too much to keep the conversation going. Eventually, she brings up his rumored bisexuality and he said he did indeed play both sides. She then explained our situation and how we were in the mood to bring a guy into our bedroom. He didn't seem too excited by the adult sex cam idea, but he agreed to meet up with us for drinks just to get acquainted with each other and take it from there. So they set a date for 8 PM and she immediately texts me about the deal. I quickly shower, put on some nice clothes (a black button-down with faint white stripes, black slacks, and black dress shoes), and make the hour and a half drive, arriving around 7:45 PM. The bar is right down the street from her apartment, which was very convenient. I enter the bar and see her, sitting down in the booth opposite her. She is wearing a short pink dress with a floral pattern.
He's the last of us to arrive, and he joins us in our booth after I slide out and join her side. He's very handsome: about 6' even, 190 pounds and one could tell that he was toned even through his maroon button-down shirt. He wore black slacks and matching dress shoes as well. I was enamored right away. I don't know if the same could have been said of him with regard to me. We each have a couple of drinks over the course of an hour, talking mostly about sex-related subjects for the last half hour or so. He told us he's been playing both sides since high school but enjoys playing with women more, doesn't get involved romantically with men, and doesn't get involved with multiple partners very often. My fuck buddy, every so often, slid her hand onto my thigh and into my junk which was driving me crazy, trying to keep a straight face and all. Eventually, there was a lull in the conversation, and that's when I suggested taking things back to her place. He seemed enthusiastic about the idea, not even hesitating to agree. I flag our server down and pay our bill, and we're back at her place.
One could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. We file into her living room and sit on her white leather couch in front of her flat screen TV. I start things off by kissing her deeply and passionately, running my hand up from her thigh, up her stomach, and onto her left breast, brushing her nipple through her dress. She moans softly. I pull away to leave a trail of kisses on her neck. I detach entirely and make eye contact with him, letting him know he's free to move in. He does, and I watch this handsome man shove his tongue down my fuck buddy's throat. I get off the couch and crawl on my knees over to his side of the couch and begin unbuckling his belt.
The lighting was dim and his pants were dark, so I didn't have any kind of idea what he was packing underneath. I tugged his slacks to his ankles and saw the bulge in his gray boxer-briefs. It laid to the side, running the width of his right thigh and appeared as if he was hiding a adult sex cam banana in his underpants. She and I gawk at it and then look at each other, saying nothing. I run my hand across it to confirm its corporeality.
"Jesus Christ," I uttered. The only two words any of us has said thus far.
I tug at his boxer-briefs and bring those to his ankles as well, unsheathing the monster he was hiding. I have watched a lot of porn, but few penises I have seen can compare to his. It was long — at least nine inches, by my estimation — and thick, about the width of a silver dollar. (all measurements unofficial.) He had a big vein that ran the length of the top of his penis. He shaved very close to the skin but was not completely bald. My first time sucking cock, and this is what I have to work with — a jawbreaker.
I ask him to stand up and he does, kicking off his shoes and discarding his pants and boxers to the side. I put his dick on my face, with the base of his shaft resting on my chin. His tip ended above my forehead.
"Slap me with it," I demanded. So he did, bouncing his meaty cock on my puckered lips several times and my cheeks several more times.
During all of this, she had taken off her bra and panties and was rubbing her clit, moaning softly.
I dragged my tongue gently along the underside of his cock from the base up to the tip. Then I swirled my tongue around his head, looking up at him. I wrapped my lips around his head and took a little bit into my mouth, bobbing up and down. I went lower and lower onto him with each descent, my glistening saliva serving as a benchmark. I hit a wall — quite literally, the back of my throat — after about five inches and disengaged. Spit ran down my chin and I rushed to catch my breath.
I wipe the spit off with my forearm and say to him, "This is the sluttiest thing I've ever done."
Perhaps my use of the word "slut" keyed him in that I'm more of a submissive-minded person. He started being more aggressive with me, forcing his dick into my mouth and down my throat. I was made to gag over and over again. The feeling was both incredible and awful at the same time. As I hadn't thrown up since before I was a teenager — I didn't start drinking until I was 23 — I was not used to the feeling of throwing up, or feeling like I was going to. Nevertheless, I stuck with it and my cock grew rigid, knowing I was being used as a vessel for his sexual pleasure. I stood up and took off my clothes.
Her pussy was red and swollen from being rubbed, and the sounds of her wetness were quite audible. She had enough, I presume, because she joined me on the floor and we took turns giving him a blowjob, every so often kissing each other with his taste on our lips. When she gave me a turn on his pole, she went down and sucked my dick. I can only imagine he had no interest in blowing me, because he never asked or showed any inclination that he would. That didn't bother me, though, as I'm much more interested in being the giver.
He reached into the pocket of his pants on the floor and pulled out his wallet, retrieving a condom hidden in a side pocket. He asks who's going first, referring to who is going to be having sex with my fuck buddy. I told him that he can have the honors, but that we should probably take things into her bedroom, white leather couch and all. We make the naked stroll through her kitchen into her bedroom (it's a one-floor apartment) and she bends down and sucks him off briefly to get him back to Sex Web Cams live full attention. He rips open the condom and sheathes his massive member.
She bends over to let him enter her doggy style from the top of the bed, her ass facing the headboard. I'm at the other end. While he's pounding away at her, she's occasionally taking me into her mouth. It wasn't that great and I felt kind of bad forcing her to multitask. I went over to him and started caressing her ass, watching him bury himself to the hilt inside of her. I was curious if he had any interest in kissing me. We hadn't done that even though I had him in my mouth otherwise for a while. I laid a hand on his chiseled chest and he looked me in the eyes. I slowly moved in and he met me halfway. We waved at each other's tongues and I bit on his lower lip. She looked back to watch and came seconds later, going limp with her chest into the bed. He continued to pound away.
After what I imagine was about seven minutes of vigorous fucking, he's panting, trying to catch his breath. He pulls out and just lays there. She flips over and looks at me for what to do next. I stand up and drag her to the edge of the bed, slapping my unsheathed cock on her clit. She recoiled from the sensation. I continued to tease, rubbing the tip of my cock around her vulva before eventually pushing myself inside. When I'm up to the hilt, I lean into her and kiss her, beginning to thrust slowly but rhythmically. We look deep into each other's eyes and I flash her a devilish grin.
I love dirty talk more than almost anything, and she decided to turn it on for me at this moment. She gets this evil look in her eyes that I've only seen when she's really focused on turning me on.
"I love watching you suck dick. You're such a fucking slut," she said. A switch in my brain gets hit and I start fucking her mercilessly. I love being called a "slut".
"Yeah?" I reply, the only word my mind was able to force out of my mouth.
"Yeah, watching your eyes water going up and down on his dick. You're better at it than I am and you've only been at it for a day." My balls are loudly slapping against her with every thrust, my hands tightly wrapped around her thighs.
"You fucking love it. Cocksucking faggot."
I couldn't formulate words. I was in this primitive state of mind, insanely turned on and only wanting to shove my dick in and out of her. I reach out and grab a fistful of her hair from the top of her head and yank her up so our foreheads are touching. I'm staring intensely into her eyes while fucking her. She wraps both of her hands around my other forearm, pushing down on her thigh to keep her spread out. She clamps her eyes shut and digs her fingernails into my forearm before letting out a howl as she orgasms again. I felt her squeeze herself tightly around my cock inside her.
I had completely lost track of the guy. He was just sitting on the bed watching us. I wipe sweat off of my brow and pull out of her. "Your turn," I say. He holds his dick with one hand and slaps it into his other, much like a stern Catholic school teacher might slap a ruler into her hand to insinuate a threat of punishment.
He reaches out and grabs her hand and pulls her into him so that her back is into his chest. He lifts up her leg and puts it over his and he enters her. He starts pounding away hard right from the start, and she cums in about 45 seconds. I watch as they keep going at it for a few more minutes.
"I want you to finish on my face," I say to him, interrupting the silence but for his panting and her moaning. She and I had discussed a long time ago that if this situation were to ever materialize, I'd be the lucky recipient of the load, assuming whoever our third was didn't mind.
He huffs and puffs, muttering, "Okay." He adds, "I'm pretty close."
He begins grunting and he scrunches his face. I knew what was about to come. (Pun intended.)
He slides out of her and bounces off the bed. I meet him on my knees as he rips off his condom.
"Ah, shit!" he yells. "Fuck." He grunts and I'm quickly greeted with a forceful blast of cum right on my forehead. It splattered not unlike a paintball hitting a wall. Then he began pumping softer jets of cum, streaking over my face and into both of my eyes. As he was running out of steam, I put my face closer to his tip, and he leaked droplets of cum onto my goatee. I was completely drenched, and appeared as if I'd been in a terrible Elmer's glue accident. She reached over to the drawer on her nightstand for her phone, and snapped a picture for posterity.
She fell to her knees and joined me for another passionate kiss. She used her index finger to scoop off some globs of cum and tasted it herself. We kissed again. My dick brushed against her stomach, which reminded me that I hadn't cum yet. I was so focused on him.
"You ready?" I say to her. The subtext was that I was going to finish the way we usually finished when we were with only each other. I have what I like to refer to as "cum buttons" — bodily quirks of mine that help push me towards an orgasm. Dirty talk does that, but physically, having someone blow lightly into my ear, and kissing me on the nape of my neck does the trick. She started going back and forth between the latter two while I pumped away on my 7.5-inch cock, which felt like a nub in comparison to him. (He had fetched a towel from the bathroom and was wiping away sweat while we were doing this.)
Soon, I feel myself building up and I spring to my feet. She stays on her knees, pushing her glasses up and opening her mouth, laying her tongue out like a red carpet. I grunt and empty my balls into her mouth and onto her tongue, spraying jet after jet of opaque liquid. I saw it building up and building up in her mouth but I kept cumming. It began to spill out of the corner of her mouth, so I pumped the last few onto her face. (Remember, I still have his cum on my face while this is happening.)
I lay down on the floor and she leans over me, holding my face still with her hand and balancing herself with the other. She let go of all of my cum that was in her mouth and released it into mine. She occasionally misses the target but manages to get most of it to me. I swallow, sending about 75% of it down my throat. I swallow again, finishing off the remainder. We then kiss long and hard.
"That was hot," he says. I don't know if he was referring to the ending or the whole thing, but didn't care enough to ask him to specify.
"Yeah, it was," I reply. "Hell of a load," I continue, pointing at my face. He grins, then tosses me his towel. I wipe the drying cum off of my face, but I could still feel how sticky my entire face was, and my eyes felt bruised. (For those not experienced, that's quite normal when cum gets in your eyes.)
He heads back into the living room to fetch his clothes. She glances at me and gave me the girly "oh my god" look. I smirk back at her, then travel into the living room myself. She follows me.
We got dressed in silence. He seemed to have protocol down, as he glanced at the clock and told us he had to get up early in the morning, so he'd have to head out. I told him how much fun I had, and how I hoped the same was true for him. She echoed my sentiment, then walked him to the front door and closed it behind him, saying, "See you on Monday." DirtyPPThrowaway
I (now a 26-year-old guy) came out as bisexual to my now-22-year-old female fuck buddy last May. I remember how scared I felt about admitting it out loud, even though she was an out and proud bisexual herself. She reacted amazingly and worked hard both with me and on her own to find me a guy to play around with safely. (It should be noted here that I don't enjoy anal at all with either gender, giving or receiving, so my fun with guys is strictly based on oral live sex chatrooms.) After months of trying, we just agreed to stop focusing on it and if it will happen, it will happen.
About us: She's 5'6" and at the time was around 130 pounds (she's down to about 110 now). She has burnette hair that falls to her shoulders and wears glasses when she's around me because I dig women that wear glasses. She's a 34C with a big ass. I'm 5'7" and 160 pounds with very little muscle definition. I have short dark brown hair with glasses and a circle goatee.
At the time, she lived an hour's drive away which was inconvenient enough. But she didn't like her job and moved to take a new one in a new industry, putting her an hour and a half away, driving-wise. As it turned out, it was just what fate had in mind. She started on Monday and quickly made some friends in the office, and she was included in the usual office gossip with the Chatty Cathy's. On Friday at the end of her first week there, completely unprompted, she learned that one of the few guys in the office was bisexual.
I don't know how she did it, but at the end of the day on Friday, she scurried and caught him as he was heading towards the parking lot and struck up a conversation. She's very extroverted so this wasn't difficult for her. She said he was kind of shy and didn't offer too much to keep the conversation going. Eventually, she brings up his rumored bisexuality and he said he did indeed play both sides. She then explained our situation and how we were in the mood to bring a guy into our bedroom. He didn't seem too excited by the adult sex cam idea, but he agreed to meet up with us for drinks just to get acquainted with each other and take it from there. So they set a date for 8 PM and she immediately texts me about the deal. I quickly shower, put on some nice clothes (a black button-down with faint white stripes, black slacks, and black dress shoes), and make the hour and a half drive, arriving around 7:45 PM. The bar is right down the street from her apartment, which was very convenient. I enter the bar and see her, sitting down in the booth opposite her. She is wearing a short pink dress with a floral pattern.
He's the last of us to arrive, and he joins us in our booth after I slide out and join her side. He's very handsome: about 6' even, 190 pounds and one could tell that he was toned even through his maroon button-down shirt. He wore black slacks and matching dress shoes as well. I was enamored right away. I don't know if the same could have been said of him with regard to me. We each have a couple of drinks over the course of an hour, talking mostly about sex-related subjects for the last half hour or so. He told us he's been playing both sides since high school but enjoys playing with women more, doesn't get involved romantically with men, and doesn't get involved with multiple partners very often. My fuck buddy, every so often, slid her hand onto my thigh and into my junk which was driving me crazy, trying to keep a straight face and all. Eventually, there was a lull in the conversation, and that's when I suggested taking things back to her place. He seemed enthusiastic about the idea, not even hesitating to agree. I flag our server down and pay our bill, and we're back at her place.
One could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. We file into her living room and sit on her white leather couch in front of her flat screen TV. I start things off by kissing her deeply and passionately, running my hand up from her thigh, up her stomach, and onto her left breast, brushing her nipple through her dress. She moans softly. I pull away to leave a trail of kisses on her neck. I detach entirely and make eye contact with him, letting him know he's free to move in. He does, and I watch this handsome man shove his tongue down my fuck buddy's throat. I get off the couch and crawl on my knees over to his side of the couch and begin unbuckling his belt.
The lighting was dim and his pants were dark, so I didn't have any kind of idea what he was packing underneath. I tugged his slacks to his ankles and saw the bulge in his gray boxer-briefs. It laid to the side, running the width of his right thigh and appeared as if he was hiding a adult sex cam banana in his underpants. She and I gawk at it and then look at each other, saying nothing. I run my hand across it to confirm its corporeality.
"Jesus Christ," I uttered. The only two words any of us has said thus far.
I tug at his boxer-briefs and bring those to his ankles as well, unsheathing the monster he was hiding. I have watched a lot of porn, but few penises I have seen can compare to his. It was long — at least nine inches, by my estimation — and thick, about the width of a silver dollar. (all measurements unofficial.) He had a big vein that ran the length of the top of his penis. He shaved very close to the skin but was not completely bald. My first time sucking cock, and this is what I have to work with — a jawbreaker.
I ask him to stand up and he does, kicking off his shoes and discarding his pants and boxers to the side. I put his dick on my face, with the base of his shaft resting on my chin. His tip ended above my forehead.
"Slap me with it," I demanded. So he did, bouncing his meaty cock on my puckered lips several times and my cheeks several more times.
During all of this, she had taken off her bra and panties and was rubbing her clit, moaning softly.
I dragged my tongue gently along the underside of his cock from the base up to the tip. Then I swirled my tongue around his head, looking up at him. I wrapped my lips around his head and took a little bit into my mouth, bobbing up and down. I went lower and lower onto him with each descent, my glistening saliva serving as a benchmark. I hit a wall — quite literally, the back of my throat — after about five inches and disengaged. Spit ran down my chin and I rushed to catch my breath.
I wipe the spit off with my forearm and say to him, "This is the sluttiest thing I've ever done."
Perhaps my use of the word "slut" keyed him in that I'm more of a submissive-minded person. He started being more aggressive with me, forcing his dick into my mouth and down my throat. I was made to gag over and over again. The feeling was both incredible and awful at the same time. As I hadn't thrown up since before I was a teenager — I didn't start drinking until I was 23 — I was not used to the feeling of throwing up, or feeling like I was going to. Nevertheless, I stuck with it and my cock grew rigid, knowing I was being used as a vessel for his sexual pleasure. I stood up and took off my clothes.
Her pussy was red and swollen from being rubbed, and the sounds of her wetness were quite audible. She had enough, I presume, because she joined me on the floor and we took turns giving him a blowjob, every so often kissing each other with his taste on our lips. When she gave me a turn on his pole, she went down and sucked my dick. I can only imagine he had no interest in blowing me, because he never asked or showed any inclination that he would. That didn't bother me, though, as I'm much more interested in being the giver.
He reached into the pocket of his pants on the floor and pulled out his wallet, retrieving a condom hidden in a side pocket. He asks who's going first, referring to who is going to be having sex with my fuck buddy. I told him that he can have the honors, but that we should probably take things into her bedroom, white leather couch and all. We make the naked stroll through her kitchen into her bedroom (it's a one-floor apartment) and she bends down and sucks him off briefly to get him back to Sex Web Cams live full attention. He rips open the condom and sheathes his massive member.
She bends over to let him enter her doggy style from the top of the bed, her ass facing the headboard. I'm at the other end. While he's pounding away at her, she's occasionally taking me into her mouth. It wasn't that great and I felt kind of bad forcing her to multitask. I went over to him and started caressing her ass, watching him bury himself to the hilt inside of her. I was curious if he had any interest in kissing me. We hadn't done that even though I had him in my mouth otherwise for a while. I laid a hand on his chiseled chest and he looked me in the eyes. I slowly moved in and he met me halfway. We waved at each other's tongues and I bit on his lower lip. She looked back to watch and came seconds later, going limp with her chest into the bed. He continued to pound away.
After what I imagine was about seven minutes of vigorous fucking, he's panting, trying to catch his breath. He pulls out and just lays there. She flips over and looks at me for what to do next. I stand up and drag her to the edge of the bed, slapping my unsheathed cock on her clit. She recoiled from the sensation. I continued to tease, rubbing the tip of my cock around her vulva before eventually pushing myself inside. When I'm up to the hilt, I lean into her and kiss her, beginning to thrust slowly but rhythmically. We look deep into each other's eyes and I flash her a devilish grin.
I love dirty talk more than almost anything, and she decided to turn it on for me at this moment. She gets this evil look in her eyes that I've only seen when she's really focused on turning me on.
"I love watching you suck dick. You're such a fucking slut," she said. A switch in my brain gets hit and I start fucking her mercilessly. I love being called a "slut".
"Yeah?" I reply, the only word my mind was able to force out of my mouth.
"Yeah, watching your eyes water going up and down on his dick. You're better at it than I am and you've only been at it for a day." My balls are loudly slapping against her with every thrust, my hands tightly wrapped around her thighs.
"You fucking love it. Cocksucking faggot."
I couldn't formulate words. I was in this primitive state of mind, insanely turned on and only wanting to shove my dick in and out of her. I reach out and grab a fistful of her hair from the top of her head and yank her up so our foreheads are touching. I'm staring intensely into her eyes while fucking her. She wraps both of her hands around my other forearm, pushing down on her thigh to keep her spread out. She clamps her eyes shut and digs her fingernails into my forearm before letting out a howl as she orgasms again. I felt her squeeze herself tightly around my cock inside her.
I had completely lost track of the guy. He was just sitting on the bed watching us. I wipe sweat off of my brow and pull out of her. "Your turn," I say. He holds his dick with one hand and slaps it into his other, much like a stern Catholic school teacher might slap a ruler into her hand to insinuate a threat of punishment.
He reaches out and grabs her hand and pulls her into him so that her back is into his chest. He lifts up her leg and puts it over his and he enters her. He starts pounding away hard right from the start, and she cums in about 45 seconds. I watch as they keep going at it for a few more minutes.
"I want you to finish on my face," I say to him, interrupting the silence but for his panting and her moaning. She and I had discussed a long time ago that if this situation were to ever materialize, I'd be the lucky recipient of the load, assuming whoever our third was didn't mind.
He huffs and puffs, muttering, "Okay." He adds, "I'm pretty close."
He begins grunting and he scrunches his face. I knew what was about to come. (Pun intended.)
He slides out of her and bounces off the bed. I meet him on my knees as he rips off his condom.
"Ah, shit!" he yells. "Fuck." He grunts and I'm quickly greeted with a forceful blast of cum right on my forehead. It splattered not unlike a paintball hitting a wall. Then he began pumping softer jets of cum, streaking over my face and into both of my eyes. As he was running out of steam, I put my face closer to his tip, and he leaked droplets of cum onto my goatee. I was completely drenched, and appeared as if I'd been in a terrible Elmer's glue accident. She reached over to the drawer on her nightstand for her phone, and snapped a picture for posterity.
She fell to her knees and joined me for another passionate kiss. She used her index finger to scoop off some globs of cum and tasted it herself. We kissed again. My dick brushed against her stomach, which reminded me that I hadn't cum yet. I was so focused on him.
"You ready?" I say to her. The subtext was that I was going to finish the way we usually finished when we were with only each other. I have what I like to refer to as "cum buttons" — bodily quirks of mine that help push me towards an orgasm. Dirty talk does that, but physically, having someone blow lightly into my ear, and kissing me on the nape of my neck does the trick. She started going back and forth between the latter two while I pumped away on my 7.5-inch cock, which felt like a nub in comparison to him. (He had fetched a towel from the bathroom and was wiping away sweat while we were doing this.)
Soon, I feel myself building up and I spring to my feet. She stays on her knees, pushing her glasses up and opening her mouth, laying her tongue out like a red carpet. I grunt and empty my balls into her mouth and onto her tongue, spraying jet after jet of opaque liquid. I saw it building up and building up in her mouth but I kept cumming. It began to spill out of the corner of her mouth, so I pumped the last few onto her face. (Remember, I still have his cum on my face while this is happening.)
I lay down on the floor and she leans over me, holding my face still with her hand and balancing herself with the other. She let go of all of my cum that was in her mouth and released it into mine. She occasionally misses the target but manages to get most of it to me. I swallow, sending about 75% of it down my throat. I swallow again, finishing off the remainder. We then kiss long and hard.
"That was hot," he says. I don't know if he was referring to the ending or the whole thing, but didn't care enough to ask him to specify.
"Yeah, it was," I reply. "Hell of a load," I continue, pointing at my face. He grins, then tosses me his towel. I wipe the drying cum off of my face, but I could still feel how sticky my entire face was, and my eyes felt bruised. (For those not experienced, that's quite normal when cum gets in your eyes.)
He heads back into the living room to fetch his clothes. She glances at me and gave me the girly "oh my god" look. I smirk back at her, then travel into the living room myself. She follows me.
We got dressed in silence. He seemed to have protocol down, as he glanced at the clock and told us he had to get up early in the morning, so he'd have to head out. I told him how much fun I had, and how I hoped the same was true for him. She echoed my sentiment, then walked him to the front door and closed it behind him, saying, "See you on Monday." DirtyPPThrowaway
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