Corrupting a Minor

By Marc P

Published on May 27, 2000

Bisexual

CORRUPTING A MINOR

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)

CHAPTER 1:

After about a dozen games of computer solitaire, and about as many whisky sours, I was itching to leave. I'd wanted to get out of the dorm by 11:00 but as usual Julie still wasn't ready to go. She of course had to make her hair look perfect, up in a twist (I told her I liked it better down, but when did I ever get a say in anything?), she had to make sure her make-up accented all the right parts of her slender face, and of course she changed her outfits more times than the number of articles of clothing she owned. And only God knows what the hell she was doing now.

"Could you get your ass in gear, wench?" I called to Julie in the bathroom, not bothering to look up from this god-awful game that had sucked me in. If I didn't get out soon, there was no telling if I was ever going to escape the modern college student's main source of procrastination, aside from alcohol that is. And we were running out of whiskey so we definitely had to get out as soon as possible.

"Calm your fucking hormones," she called back. "Just give me a few more minutes. And could you make me another drink?"

"There's no more sour mix. You just want a shot?"

"Yeah, I guess. I always said Jack was better up."

"That can be taken so many ways." She realized her little double entendre and in our state of intoxication, it was the funniest fucking thing we'd heard in ages and we broke into hysterics.

I poured Julie a shot of whiskey, and went into the bathroom. I paused at the door to look Julie over. She was tracing her lips with some pencil thing. Makes them more prominent she says. I tell her I like lips just the way they are, but then again, women never listen. No matter how beautiful they are they always think that they need to look better. And Julie was a truly beautiful woman. Thick auburn hair, down to the middle of her back. I liked it better down but like I said, she was wearing it up tonight. Which wasn't horrible, because it just made you more aware of her long, smooth neck, and that off the shoulder dress she was wearing drew your attention to her shoulders. And it clung to her figure like a glove on a hand. I just wanted to run my hands all over her tight little ass, and that dress left nothing to the imagination. Ever contour of her body was visible, carved into the satiny material.

I walked up behind her and cupped her bottom in my hand as I set the glass on the counter near the sink. "Here's your drink" I said and leaned into her body and planted a few light kisses on her neck.

"Stop that," she said as she wriggled away. "I have to finish getting ready."

I ignored her and continued to nibble on her neck, working my way toward her shoulders. I reached my other hand around to her backside and started to rub up her thighs.

"No really, Marc, stop that."

I kept right on massaging her ass and thighs. I was pretty drunk and very horny, and this was getting me a so hot and not just a little hard. I pressed my groin up against her ass and started grinding slowly. She let out a soft moan. In my massaging, I suddenly realized that I hadn't felt a panty-line. Was Julie not wearing any underwear? Well, I better find out if my girlfriend was planning on going out in public without her skivvies! I reached under the back of her dress, which only came mid-calf so it wasn't a difficult task.

Well, I'll be damned, I thought. No panties. "What's this?" I whispered seductively in her ear, while looking at her intently in the mirror. "Is the little slut going out bareass tonight?"

"I thought you'd enjoy it." Her eyes met mine in the mirror. A very inviting gaze. She licked her lips.

I smirked, and went back to tonguing her neck. But my hands had other ideas. I reached farther under her dress and my right index finger quickly found my way to her hole. It was already a little wet. I slowly pressed it inside, quickly followed by my middle finger, probing her insides. Julie let out a sharp breath as I brushed her clit. "Oh, Marc, yeah" she moaned. I began to slowly finger fuck her cunt, increasing my speed. She was really getting into it, squatting down with each jab of my hand. She let the makeup stick drop into the sink and she braced the edge of the counter with both hands for support.

After a few minutes of this manual assault, I thought, fuck this, I'm going for the good stuff. My cock was straining painfully in my pants. Not slowing down I reached down with my free hand and managed to unzip my jeans. I reached in and with much difficulty, maneuvered my now rock solid cock out and into position. With one fell swoop, I pulled out my hand, spread Julie's legs a little wider with my knees, and assaulted her cunt with my dick. I didn't bother to start slow, I just rammed it right in. She let out a high-pitched, sharp cry, and then quieted to a pleasured whimper as I fucked her from behind. I looked at her face in the mirror, contorted in ecstasy as I plowed her cunt. Up and down, back and forth, we got a really good rhythm going. We were rocking against the edge of the sink to in time to some internal signal.

I continued the onslaught as my hands roamed to her front and I grasped her breasts, one in each hand, and kneaded them like dough, squeezing her hardened nipples between my fingers. "Oh yes, Marc," she cried, "Fuck me! Yes! Yes!" I sucked on her neck some more as I plowed in and out, harder and faster. "Bite me. Bite me" she moaned suddenly, almost under her breath. Caught in the moment I lightly bit down in the crook of her neck, then a little harder. "Yes," she cried again. She was very affirmative whenever we fucked. "Oh, yes!!" I bite down even harder.

Suddenly we both came. We both came hard, and we both came together. I unloaded my jism into her cunt, which at this point didn't need anything else to get it wetter. I shot four times, long and hard and with each spurt I rode up and my toes and lifted Julie into the air. And with each shot we both let out a stifled cry.

Julie continued to orgasm after I had spent my load and so I leaned against her back, my face buried in her shoulder, as her spasms of pleasure slowed to a mild shudder and then she fell silent.

I pulled out of her and put my cock back inside my pants, zipping them up. Julie straightened herself up. We had knocked the whisky shot onto the floor, shattering it, as well as the toothbrush holder and some of Julie's make-up items. Her face was all flushed and her dress crumpled and dotted with sperm and cunt juice.

"Dammit," she said harshly. "Now I'm going to have to change and fix myself up. I can't go to a party looking like I just crawled out of a whorehouse." I was too high to really care.

"Ok, honey" I said with a shit-eating grin on my face. "Should I pour you another drink?"

CHAPTER 2:

I was now getting really anxious to get to this party. I could stay at home and play solitaire or fuck my girlfriend any old night of the week. But this Saturday night marked the end of any good old unadulterated fun I was going to have in a long time. For some reason I decided one night that it might be fun to write a senior thesis. I must have been smoking something terribly illicit because it was the stupidest thing I could have done.

My summer was spent preparing my medical school applications and gathering primary sources for my thesis. I did all that pre-med crap, but somehow managed to major in history with a minor in chemistry. My thesis was going to be a study of how the social climate of different decades help influence the Nobel prizes in the sciences. Sounds exciting, I know. Trust me, you can't imagine.

Needless to say, I was to be spending much of this fall working diligently and the all-night kegger didn't really fit into that. Besides, this was probably going to be the last weekend with decent weather in a long time. This being one of those small private schools in the great northeast, after September the weather just gets downright nasty. Cold, windy, raining, snowing, sleeting, crapping, you name it.

The party was at one of the fraternity's on Parker Street, affectionately termed frat row, due to the string of old New England houses turned into dens of sin and debauchery. Most of mine and Julie's friends were in Alpha Sigma Chi , the frat throwing the party, and although I pretty much tired of frat parties after my freshman year, they did usually throw a good one. Great mix of modern hip hop and pop, mixed with some classic seventies and eighties. One of the brothers, Tim, deejayed. He had some nice equipment and a great collection of CDs.

ASX was basically the soccer and lacrosse frat. My freshman year played soccer and I got to know all the guys on the team. When Steve pledged he tried to get me to as well. I wasn't into that scene, though. All the conformity was a little more than I was willing to commit to. I hung out at the house a lot, drank their beer, smoked their weed, and just basically had a great time with them. But I couldn't join. I just couldn't do it.

"Are you ready yet?" I called to Julie, as I flopped onto the bed and started tossing a tennis ball up in the air.

"A few minutes. Calm down. The party's still going to be there."

I almost played soccer, and I wish I had. It would have kept me in better shape. I tried to get to the gym as often as possible, which was about three times a week, so I kept myself fit. And I liked to swim as well, so I have a nice swimmer's build. Not the greatest body in the world, but it keeps Julie happy. And if she didn't move that cute little ass of hers it wasn't going to be making her happy for a while.

Oh fuck, who am I kidding. I'd be begging her for a piece of ass in two days.

"Alright, I'm ready," Julie announced, sauntering out of the bathroom. "How do I look?"

"Ravishing." I hop of the bed and picked her up by the waist. I spun her around a few times and planted a big sloppy kiss on her lips. She pushed me away.

"Can we go now?" she demanded with mock impatience.

"Yes, we can go. Jesus, since when are you excited to go to a party. We could just stay home and fuck."

Julie scowled, then flipped me off. I pretended to be slighted. "I was thinking," she said, "maybe we should swing by Sean's room and see if he wants to come. Him and that little chippy of his."

"You little whore. I thought I satiated you for the night. And here you go wanted to seduce little freshman."

I probably wouldn't have said anything if I hadn't been drunk. I joked with Julie a lot about Sean. Julie and I have singles across the hall from each other, although we usually use one or the other. Julie's tends to be for more social gatherings because mine is just a mess. Sean lives down at the end of the hall in a one-room double. His roommate is a total asshole. Chatham's a big burly blond guy. Plays football. Typical jock.

Sean is sweet as they come. He's from Colorado, or some other mountainous state. And he is gorgeous. I give Julie a hard time about her little crush, because I know she really wouldn't do anything. And besides, he's quite the studmuffin. I'd do him in a heartbeat so I can't very well get upset with Julie for looking.

"I don't want to seduce him. I just want to bring him out and get him drunk."

"You want to seduce him."

"Yeah, whatever. Come on, let's go!" She grabbed my hand and yanked me toward the door. I had to lunge at the desk and grab my keys with my other hand as she dragged me outside and the door closed behind us. We had a little difficulty walking down the hall, but we managed. We just had to link arms and we used the whole playing space, so to speak. But we made it.

I knocked almost a little too vigorously on Sean's door. A voice called for us to come in, so I pushed open the door. Sean was sitting on the bed, slouched against the wall, watching Saturday Night Live. He was wearing a pair of wind pants and a white T-shirt. He had a white baseball cap on and barefoot. And he looked rather dejected.

But the first thing that popped into my head was goddamn he was adorable. I looked back and forth from his cute little baby face to Julie's slender face and full lips and thought I must be in the presence of the two most beautiful people in the world. I stopped briefly to ask myself why Julie was with me again, and not someone better looking, like Sean. She always says I sell myself short, and every now and then I honestly think she's telling the truth.

I didn't ponder this phenomenon for very long because I was jolted out of my reverie by Julie letting go of my arm and jumping onto the bed next to Sean.

"Whatcha watching?" she said playfully.

"Saturday Night Live," Sean answered rather sullenly.

"Ugh" Julie crinkled up her nose. God, I love it when she does that. "This show's sucked for years. Whose hosting?"

"Sarah Michelle Gellar" was Sean's reply.

"So that's why you're watching it, huh?" Julie laughed. Then she noticed I was still standing in the doorway, staring at them. She reached across Sean's lap and patted a spot on the bed on Sean's other side. "Have a seat" she called to me. "Come watch with us."

I shrugged and sat down next to Sean and leaned against the wall.

"So what are you guys doing here?" Sean asked.

Julie told him we wanted to see if he wanted to come with us to the ASX party. He kind of grimaced. "I'm not really in the mood for a party."

"Oh, come on," I chided, "It'll be fun. Where's what's- her-face?"

"Breanna?" he asked. "Oh, she's already at ASX I think."

"Without you!" cried Julie. "That tramp!" She laughed.

"She went with Chatham. I hope they get so plastered he vomits all over her." Julie stopped laughing, when she realized what he was implying. I just sort of sat there in a stupor. I think the alcohol was hitting me harder than it was earlier in the evening, and I was trying to focus on something. The annoying Catholic school-girl on the TV was working alright. "And speaking of plastered," Sean continued, "It smells like you guys had a few tonight."

"Could ya tell?" Julie giggled, batting her eyelashes. Sean just rolled his eyes. I don't think he wanted us there. But Julie was persistent.

"So, your girl dumps you for your roommate. What better time then now to come get shitty with us?"

"I'm really not in the mood."

"Come on, Julie," I said, "Let's go. He doesn't want to be bothered."

"Fine, he doesn't have to come out with us. But we aren't leaving until we cheer him up." She was beginning to sound like she was talking about a puppy. So onward she forged, a rebel with a new cause. Cheer up the freshman!

"She's a whore," Julie began. "A rotten-ass bitch who doesn't deserve you. Look at you. You're cute, sexy. Look at him, Marc. Isn't he just adorable." My words exactly, if I recall. "Tell him he's adorable and better than that bitch Brandi."

"Breanna," Sean corrected.

"Whatever. Tell him, Marc."

Well, if I was going to be dragged in I guess I shouldn't go kicking and screaming. "Oh, yeah," I said. "You're a downright hottie, Sean. The little skank ho should be kissing your feet, begging for you to come back." And come to think of it, as far as feet go his were, well, sexy. Or maybe I was just horny from the . . . from the alcohol?

"That's right!" Julie asserted loudly. "Look at this face." She pinched his cheek between her forefinger and thumb and jiggled the flesh back and forth. "I could just eat it up right now!" She leaned over and kissed Sean's check. He instantly blushed. "Mmm, yummy," she mumbled. She kissed him again. "Delicious." Again. "That bitch doesn't know what she's missing." Again. This time it wasn't just a peck. It was several pecks. Down his face and too his neck. Sean shifted uncomfortably. Julie started to suck and bite his neck. He looked over to me anxiously. I couldn't believe it but it was really turning me on, watching Julie coming on to this cute little freshman. I just shrugged my shoulders and raised my eyebrows. If Julie wanted him, well good for her.

Julie moved up Sean's neck to his chin, where there was a faint stubble, as if he hadn't shaved that morning. She bite softly on his chin and started to massage his pecs through his T-shirt. "You like that?" she whispered. Sean just let out a soft grunt and then glanced really nervously in my direction.

"Marc?" His voice was full of uncertainty but his eyes were definitely pleading.

I smiled. "Hey, if you're having fun, go for it, kid." That was the sign. Julie moved her attention from his chin to his mouth, pressing those lips she'd taken such care to make perfect against this gorgeous adolescent boy. Sean reached up and started to caress her back as she continued to probe his chest, tweaking his nipples and kneading his pecs. I thought I saw her tongue dart into his mouth. Or was it his into hers? It didn't matter. I was getting hard watching my girlfriend going at it with another guy.

Absentmindedly my hand wandered to my cock and I started to stroke it lightly through my jeans. That's when I noticed a growing bulge in Sean's wind pants. And from the looks of things he was no little boy in that department. I decided that there was no need to let Julie and Sean have all the fun. I hadn't fucked around with another guy since high school, but had no qualms about it. Sean had even made it into a few of my fantasies and wet dreams so this was a chance of a lifetime. I'd never had a threesome before, and I doubt Sean had.

I slid down to his feet and grabbed a hold of the cuffs of his pants. I gave them a tug. What appeared to be instinctively, Sean raised his butt off the bed and I was able to slide the pants of in one motion. They came off, leaving him in a pair of striped boxers, which were very tented. I don't know if he really knew how his pants were coming off, or if he minded that I was getting in on some of the action. Like all teenaged guys he was probably happy to get it anyway he could. And if it meant double the attention, well he wasn't going to complain. Although Julie and I were drunk. I wonder what his excuse was going to be.

I didn't really care, though. I lifted one of his legs and pressed the sole of his bare foot to my face, breathing in deeply. I was never really into feet, but at that moment the slightly sweaty smell of Sean's caused my cock to throb even harder. I started sucking on his big toes. He was really moaning now, partially from Julie's tongue flicking in and out of his ear, while her hands were exploring like mad under his shirt, and partially from my oral assault on his foot.

I licked the sole of his foot and he shuddered, so I moved to the top. Slowly I started licking up his leg. He had a fair amount of light brown hair covering his legs all the way up to the leg of his shorts, and I could see a trail from the top of his boxers towards his belly button as Julie lifted his shirt slightly.

All of a sudden she removed her hands from Sean's chest and flung off his hat. She lunged like a vampire at his face and assaulted his mouth with hers, all the while running her fingers through his soft, brown hair. Meanwhile, I continued to work my way up his leg with my own tongue, up to his inner thigh. He was twitching wildly under me. I hadn't been this hot since Julie and I did it in the library stacks while one of the staff was giving a tour to prospective students two shelves over.

Sean was really groaning from pleasure now, and no one had even touched his cock yet. Regardless I could see a wet spot forming on the front of his shorts. I had reached the pant leg of his boxers and as I peered in I could catch a glimpse of his tool. This was going to be good. Julie stopped molesting his hair and pulled away just long enough to yank his T-shirt over his head, revealing a beautifully sculpted chest. He had two button-sized nibbles, dark and hard, surrounded by a light coating of hair that ran down to his navel. I was surprised at how hairy he was for an eighteen year old.

As Julie was removing his shirt, I went for the shorts. I yanked them down to his knees as his rock hard prick bounced free, slapping his stomach. He had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. It was slender, a little shorter than mine, I'd guess around seven inches or so, cut, with the pinkest mushroom head I'd ever seen. His pre-cum was flowing freely. He had a nice bush of soft curly pubes and his balls were the size of plums, hanging low and just waiting to be sucked.

I took one of his sacks in my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue, just as Julie moved down and began to suck on one of his nipples. "Oh God" I heard him moan softly, the first time any of us said a word since we started. I moved my attention to his other nut sack, stroking his thigh with one hand. With the other I reached between his legs and lightly traced up and down his crack with my index finger. Julie changed nipples. Now she was lying perpendicular to him with me crouched at his crotch sucking on his balls.

After a few minutes of going back and forth between his nuts, I decided I would go in for the kill. Julie was completely out of my mind at this point. All I wanted was this freshman's cock. And I was going to have it. I started licking up and down his shaft, avoiding the head. I slowly caressed his vein with the tip of my tongue. My finger continued to feel around his asscrack. I felt for his hole. It was very tight. Oh well. I jabbed my finger up. He let out a sharp gasp, but then settled, as I got into a rhythm of finger- fucking his asshole and licking his cock.

Just then I felt hair brush my face. Julie was on the topside of his cock., also licking up and down his dripping cock. I watched Julie as she flicked his piss slit with her tongue, lapping up the copious amounts of precum. All of a sudden she let out a moan. I looked up and saw why. Julie had straddled Sean's face in a sixty-nine position. And knowing Julie she didn't have any panties on so Sean had easily found her hole. Here was this freshman, eating out my girlfriends cunt while we were both chowing down on his cock.

I could sense that Sean was getting close because his cock kept twitching in that pre-orgasmic way, and I didn't want him to shoot just yet. No, Julie and I needed a little fun. As Julie worked her way up to the head of Sean's member, I followed suit and joined her lips with mine. We instantly started probing each other's mouths as Sean continued to thrust his tongue in and out of Julie's twat. Slowly Julie and I raised to a seated position, with her still sitting on Sean's face. As I slide up on Sean's side, I somehow managed to kick off my shoes and remove my jeans and boxers, without breaking my embrace with Julie. With my pants shed, I straddled Sean's chest. His warm skin felt good pressed up against my ass and balls, the thin layer of hair on his chest slightly tickling me.

But I needed relief. Julie was exploring my back and ass with her hands but I wanted disparately to be insider her again tonight. I slid my cock underneath Julie and poked Sean's chin. I think he took the hint because he pulled his head back and I replaced his tongue with my cock. Julie and I started to buck up and down, still sitting on Sean's face. I didn't want to hurt him so I tried not to lean my weight on his neck or face. As I plowed Julie she started to moan and call my name. Then she called Sean's name. Then mine. Then Sean's. It was fucking hot.

After a few minutes, I felt something warm and wet on my balls. Sean was returning the favor! Damn he was good. My nuts are much smaller than his so he was able to get both of them in his mouth at once. He rolled them around for a while almost driving me other the edge. "No, don't stop," I hissed through gritted teeth. But then the sensation was replaced by something even better. Somehow Sean managed to get his tongue up Julie's pussy while I was still fucking it! As I drove in and out I could feel his tongue massaging my cock, as my balls slapped against his chin. I couldn't take it anymore. I came like I had never come before and never would again. I let out a loud cry of ecstasy as shot my load up Julie's hole. Once, twice, three times. I think I spurt over half a dozen times, unloading all of my manjuice into her. When the orgasm subsided and my cock started to soften, I pulled out, and flopped onto the bed next to Sean.

Julie, however, continued to ride his face, grinding her crotch into his face and crying out. "Oh, God, Sean, yes, yes! Oh, right there baby, right there, oh yeah, oh God I'm coming I'm coming!!" And she spasmed, dripping her juices mixed with mine into our new fuck toy's waiting mouth. I watched as he lapped it all up like a good little freshman. When he was done, Julie climbed off him and lay down as well. Sean lay there as well, breathing heavily. His hand went down to his still hard cock and he started to beat off vigorously.

Julie sat up with a start. "Oh, honey," she said, "Don't do that." She pulled his hand away. "Marc, look how selfish we've been. Sean hasn't come yet. We'll fix that." Julie got on all fours and hiked her dress up around her hips, her ass and hole inviting. "Go ahead, babe, go for it. I like it doggy-style."

Sean unconciously licked his lips and raised himself up on his knees behind my girlfriend. He grasped her hips for support as she reached back and guided his tool into the cunt he just licked clean. They quickly found a rhythm and they were both back to moaning loudly again. I wonder what the neighbors thought. They probably weren't even home. They were probably all at the party where we were supposed to be. And were now going to be late for because Julie would have to change again.

But my attention was drawn away from my party woes to the scene before me. Sean, the freshman down the hall, fucking my girlfriend. I was getting hard from watching him plow her smooth white ass, watching his cute little bubble butt jiggling as he slammed her pussy. Aw, what the hell, I thought. I sat up and crawled behind him, burying my face in his crack. Hesitantly I flicked my tongue against his hole. He didn't say anything, so I tried to stick my tongue in. He was really tight but all the probing loosened him up. I was actually very surprised he hadn't cum yet. His butt was nice and firm, with a light dusting of hair, more up the crack and around his pucker. I could taste a little bit of shit, but mostly soap. He must clean well, or have just taken a shower.

I soon got tired of licking his ass. I wanted more. I raised up onto my knees and wrapped my arms around his torso, and began pinching his nipples roughly, getting them nice and hard. He moaned encouragingly. I ran the tip of my cock up and down his asscrack. I'd already gotten his ass good and wet, and I was ready to go for orgasm number three tonight, so I decided that we've all gone this far, I might as well take his cherry.

I pressed my mouth against his ear and whispered, "Ever been fucked up the ass, Sean?"

"No," he grunted, in between thrusts.

"Well brace yourself, kid, because tonight's the night."

"Oh God, please don't!" he cried. I sensed a little panic in his voice. I ran my cock up and down his crack a few more times.

"Don't?" I asked incredulously.

"Please, you're going to hurt me." He sounded really scared. Ironically it didn't mess up his rhythm.

"Yes," I said, "It is going to hurt. But I'm letting you fuck my girlfriend, it's the least you can do." I didn't even wait for him to respond. I spit on my hand, quickly lubed up my dick as best I could and pushed it in. Sean let out a cry of pain. I only got the tip in. Damn he was tight. Two more jabs and I was in up to my pubes. I could feel is ass against my pelvis. He still fucked Julie though, the whole time, never stopping once. I think she was doing most of the work.

"Oh fuck that hurts, you mother fucker!"

"Quiet down," I hissed. "Take it like a man, you fucking pansy." I slowly started to fuck him and with each trust he yelp in pain. His cries of protest quickly turned into cries of pleasure when I found his prostate. A few more pokes and he was coming like a madman. He let out a groan as he shot his load. He collapsed onto Julie's back, who quickly gave way and we were soon lying in a heap. But I wasn't done. I continued my assault on Sean's tight little ass, slowly drawing my dick out until just the tip was buried, and then quickly thrusting it back in again. I think I hit his prostate every time. It didn't take me long before I shot my own creamy load up the freshman's ass. I collapsed on top of him, panting heavily, my dick still wedged up his hole.

We lay in a heap for a few minutes, all of us recovering from what was a very intense evening. On the television Saturday Night Live was just finishing up. I pulled my softened penis out of Sean's butt and slumped against the wall. What a sight! Sean was lying naked on top of Julie, whose dress was a crumpled mess. My hot white cum was dripping out of his ass onto the bedspread. That made me giggle. I watched as Sean slowly got up and slumped against the wall next to me. Julie also got up, but she stood and went over to the mirror behind the door to take a look at her current state of disarray.

I wiped some sweat off my forehead with the bottom of shirt, which I was still wearing. I turned my head to look at Sean. I was grinning the biggest grin I've ever seen. "So, you in the mood for that party now, kid?"

He chuckled. "I think I just might be."

"Great, let's get going. But first I have to find my pants."

TO BE CONTINUED . . .

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