Extra Credit Club ~ part 1
How did I get myself into this mess?
There I was, leaned over the side of her bed, legs spread wide, bound and blindfolded. I could hardly move, could barely even squirm. She’d put these bondage cuffs on my wrists and ankles; ones that had metal fasteners to either be clipped together or restrained to something else.
And restrained, I most definitely was. She’d guided me to the bed, drunk and horny, and had maneuvered me into this mess. She’d stretched me forward, sprawled me over the bed and locked my bondage cuffs together and to something on the other side. My ankles were spread wide and bound to the bed posts via thick cords. I was completely helpless, completely at her mercy.
She played with my ass, fingering it, loosening it for the fucking to come.
It just doesn’t work like this, damn it! Men do the fucking. Women get fucked. That’s the way of life. But apparently, no one had informed her of this universal rule. I was so nervous and scared and wanted to beg off the whole thing, but something kept me silent. Something let the ass play continue and let the fucking to come draw closer. I was horny. In fact, I was so rock hard it hurt.
How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?
* * *
Like many episodes of exploration, experimentation, and discovery, this one started in college. I came to college with two very achievable goals in my minds: getting my degree and getting laid. The first was normal enough. Computer science seemed as good a degree as any, and I’d had some light programming classes in high school. So, get a degree, get a job, make tons of money. The American dream, right?
Right.
And then there was the second goal. I wasn’t exactly sure how to pursue that one. Several unfortunate and demoralizing incidents throughout my high school days had made me quite socially passive. As embarrassing as it was to admit, I was still a virgin. Nineteen and still a virgin! How pathetic.
But, I was going to rectify that inadequacy! . . . somehow . . .
Back in high school, my problem had been my personality. I was very studious and unfortunately rather introverted. Most people mistook this as snobbish and uptight, which was so not true!
But I soon discovered that in college those problems weren’t nearly as prevalent. Most of the worthless chaff in life either didn’t make it to college, or got cut out of it early on. Bonus! Those that were left seemed much more like me than any clique in high school. I was sure I could find a group of friends to fit in with, preferably one with plenty of attractive young ladies in it (naturally).
I met Teresa (her friends called her Tessa) early in the first semester. What can I say, she was hot. Her body was beautifully proportioned, not exactly voluptuous, but slim and athletic. I learned later that she’d been both a gymnast and a ballerina growing up. She had this wonderful hourglass figure, silken blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. The oval black-rimmed glasses she wore gave her a wonderful air of sophistication and intellect.
Quiet and subdued, she was almost always smiling, as if the world at large delighted her. She was such a sweet and innocent thing, almost angelic, when I thought about it. Perfect. Absolutely perfect! Now I just had to build up the courage to talk to her (and find an opening when our calculus professor wasn’t droning on).
A perfect innocent angel. That was my first impression.
Man, was I off the mark.
She’d chosen to wear her exquisite hair in a ponytail today, held in place with an intricate clasp. She’d wore this one before, a genuine silver article . . . probably awfully expensive. The clasp had these strange designs on it, almost like waves in an ocean, and strategically placed little green gems. I wondered how wealthy her family was, and if possibly this would make her look down on me. My family was pretty middle-class.
How did I know all of this about the clasp? Because I spent fifty minutes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday staring at the back of her head, that’s how.
The professor was late today. I later found out that he’d gotten a ticket for speeding. Good old traffic patrol. If they can catch you going 30 in a 25, they will. I made a mental note not to oink the next time I passed one of their cruisers. Delaying the professor definitely fell into the category of public service.
However, I had more important matters to consider than where my calc prof was. My mind busily tried to conjure up some excuse to start talking to Tessa. I opened my calc book, rifled through it, glanced through my notes. Nothing was really coming to mind. I should have left some of the practice problems undone. That way, I could have asked for her help . . .
Hmmm . . . I looked down at the last problem in my notebook, gripped the top of the page, and began to pull it out along the perforated edge.
I got about halfway through when Tessa turned around.
“Hi!”
“Uhh . . .” I so wish I could think faster on my feet.
“Got a minute?” she asked sweetly. She had this intoxicating grin on her face, and somehow, just by looking at me, she made me feel as if I had put it there. Total tripe, of course, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.
“Uhh . . . sure,” I said, recovering as best I could. “What do you need?”
Tessa adjusted her posture in her seat, swinging her bare legs over the side and crossing them. She set her notebook on my desk and turned it so I could read it. Wow. Her handwriting was so neat, way better than the scribbled notes and half-thoughts in my notebook.
“This one. I’m having a lot of trouble with it.”
I looked at the problem. My first reaction was you’re having a lot of trouble with that one? . . . but I didn’t say anything. I’m not that much of an idiot.
The problem dealt with deriving of the kinematics equations for position, speed, and acceleration. Not very tough for anyone who’s had a physics class. I explained it as best I could. The problem was actually a good one to teach, since it had so many practical applications. Anyone could mentally grasp position, velocity, and acceleration, and the problem demonstrated how those three equations where related mathematically.
“Wow . . . that really cleared things up. How about you teach the class instead of Herr Langeweile?”
What the? Herr Langeweile . . .?
She must have seen the confusion written on my face.
“It’s German.”
Well, I pretty much figured out that part from the “Herr.”
“Langeweile means boredom.”
“Ah! Okay. I get it now,” I said, then gave her a courtesy laugh for the effort.
“Didn’t you take a foreign language in high school?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, thinking through my words before speaking. I didn’t want the situation to deteriorate, especially after having such a promising start. “I took Italian. Don’t remember a thing.”
Tessa smiled sweetly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It was pretty vague.”
“I’m sure if I understood German, it would have been very funny,” I said and that got a polite chuckle for my effort. Sweet.
We spent the rest of the class chatting about this and that, though mostly about our classes. We exchanged names officially, though I already knew hers “Nice to meet you, David. I’m Teresa, but my friends call me Tessa.” She was a computer science major, just like me, starting out this semester, just like me. I thought it was odd I didn’t see her in more classes, but then, we both had a lot of useless non-computer-science classes to get out of the way. She was actually taking Fencing this semester as one of her Phys Ed requirements.
“Keeps me in shape,” she said. Oh, it certainly did.
The class ended with the professor never showing. I normally grabbed a bite to eat after this class and asked her if she wanted to join me over at the Food Court.
“Sure!” she said, sounding so deliciously delighted.
The Food Court had a McDonald’s, a Pizza Hut, and a Starbucks. The three basic food groups: fast food, pizza, and coffee. I grabbed a personal pizza and a Sprite while she got some Starbucks coffee and something to dunk with. We met up at a table secluded in one corner of the Court.
I set my backpack down and let out a sigh of relief. Damn, that thing could be heavy.
We talked some more and the topics became more personal. Where are you from? What brought you here? Why Computer Science? Do you have a scholarship? Which one? Where are you staying?
“Oh, I stay with a friend,” Tessa said. “We have an apartment on the campus outskirts. It’s just a short walk away. Really convenient.”
A friend, huh? That was rather vague. I needed to find out the gender on this one before proceeding. “So do you and her split the cost?”
“Oh, no. She takes care of that. Her family’s really well off. I think they’re multimillionaires, actually.”
She had an apartment paid for in full by someone else? And here I was, stuck in a noisy (and sometimes smelly) dormitory? I’ll admit it, I was jealous. If only I had a rich friend to bunk with, and if that rich friend were a hot young lady, well, Bonus.
At least her friend was female. I really hated conversations that go like this: “So, what are you doing this weekend?” “Oh, I’ll be having sex with my boyfriend. Buzz off.”
Not that I’d actually had conversations quite that bad, but close. Very close.
Well, now or never. That’s what I told myself. Now or never.
“So . . . you doing anything this weekend?” I asked.
“Oh . . . this and that . . .” she said. Very non-committal. But she did smile at me, making eye contact with those deep blue eyes of hers. She had this mischievous glint in those eyes. Not at all innocent or angelic.
Have I mentioned that first impressions can be deceiving?
I continued on. If I was going down, it might as well be in a glorious ball of fire. “How about dinner and a movie this Saturday?”
“Hmmm . . . thanks, but no thanks. I have plans this weekend. Maybe some other time.”
There was that damnable line again. “Maybe some other time.” I do so despise that line. Why can’t girls just tell it to you straight? Why do they have to hide behind these pathetic word games that string you on and leave things ambiguous?
Little did I know that Tessa, the sweet-innocent-beautiful-and-smart girl of my dreams, actually meant what she said. What a concept.
* * *
I met and talked with Tessa a lot after that first meeting. We’d chat up each other before class and meet up at the Food Court after we’d had our brains wracked by another bout of Calculus. It certainly helped that she was often the one asking me about the problems.
I kept up a steady chatty attitude towards her, trying to see if it was the right moment to ask again. She had said maybe some other time. I mean, the ladies of the world couldn’t all be liars? Right?
Right?!?
Slowly, it seemed like my efforts were paying off. She began to open up, to let her hair down, so to speak. Even if she wasn’t going to let me into her pants, at least we were becoming good friends. I guess that’s a consolation prize of some sort. A pretty sucky one, but oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers.
So, it was a complete surprise when she said: “My friend’s taking off for the weekend, so I’ve got absolutely nothing to do.”
Yeah, that’s right. Tessa almost always spent the weekends hanging or club-hopping with her friend. Her friend Quinn. What kind of a name for a girl is Quinn anyway? It sounds like a boy’s name.
When I discovered that bit, I went on-line and did a little searching, just to make sure Tessa wasn’t playing some sort of joke on me. It turns out we were both right. Quinn is both a boy name and girl name with Irish and Gaelic origins. It means “counsel.” At least, that’s what ThinkBabyNames.com has to say about it.
The Internet. It’s so much more than just free porn. Gotta love it.
“So . . .” I started cautiously. Tessa was presenting me with an invitation and I most certainly didn’t want to botch it. “Nothing to do?”
“Nope. Not a thing.”
“Well . . . how about dinner and a movie with me?”
She shook her head. “Nah, there’s nothing good out.”
I made a few suggestions, but she shot them all down.
“Those are all such guy movies. I don’t feel like sitting through two and a half hours of mindless explosions.”
“Actually, some of them have pretty good plots too,” I ventured, getting a little desperate.
“Oh, please,” Tessa said, but I could tell she was still in good humor. She was just toying with me, which was fine as long as I got the date in the end.
I decided to toss the ball back in her court. “So, if not a movie, then what?”
“Hmmm . . .” she made a good act of thinking it over. I was pretty sure she already had something picked out. “You ever been to the Green Lounge?”
“Ahh . . . no, can’t say that I have.”
“It’s a dance club. A pretty good one. Good music. Good drinks. Plus they don’t card college students. Well, not too often.”
Dancing. Great. Just fucking great.
“I take it you don’t have a fake ID yet?”
Yet? “Ahh . . . no. No, I haven’t gotten one . . . yet.”
“See! It’s perfect, then!”
Yeah. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
But what else could I say but: “Yeah. Sounds like fun,” while doing my best to feign interest. “Alright then.”
We set a time and she gave me directions to the club. I had twenty-seven hours to learn how to dance. Otherwise, I had twenty-seven hours (plus a few minutes) until I made an absolute fool of myself.
The things we men do for something hot, wet, and tight. I tell you, are we all insane or something?
Don’t answer that.
I spent the whole next day fretting over the whole thing, getting so nervous I had to chew a few Tums tablets to settle my stomach down. Back at the dorm, I looked through my wardrobe for something club-appropriate.
But there was a problem. I had no idea what club-appropriate meant for this particular club, and I hadn’t asked Tessa. Stupid, stupid David. Oh well, how tough could it be?
I settled on a pair of black slacks (with only one unsightly wrinkle from my luggage, but they were black and the club should be dark, right?) and also picked out a dark green button-down shirt. There’s no way I could possibly pull off suave and debonair, so I figured I could try to look classically well-dressed.
Plus, it was that or blue jeans and a t-shirt. Or rummaging through the laundry bag for something dressier. Oh yeah, either of those would make great impressions.
I showed up almost twenty minutes early. She showed up fifteen minutes late. But it was worth every minute.
Tessa wore a tight red shirt that left her midriff bare, along with a very short black shirt that hugged her hips oh-so-nicely. Her silhouette and the glimpses of pale flesh reminded me of just how fit and toned her body was. She’d applied a little more makeup than usual, accentuating her eyes and lips and making her look damn sexy.
“Did you wait long?” she asked apologetically, pushing some of her blonde silky hair back. She’d worn it loose today, and it somehow made her look sexy, appealing, and willing.
“Nah. I was actually running a bit late myself. I’ve only been here a few minutes,” I said and this seemed to make her happy. That whole “honesty is the best policy” can take a back seat to “must get me some of that” any day.
The club had a bouncer that let Tessa in without a word but stopped me and requested my ID. Oh shit. I had one, but it showed the wrong age for this sort of club.
“Oh, he’s with me today,” Tessa said, all sweet and innocent.
The bouncer gave her a polite nod and let me in. “Of course. My apologies,” he added as we entered the club. I was a bit surprised by the whole episode, but didn’t really give it much thought. In fact, with the music slamming so hard I could feel it in my chest, there really wasn’t room for an internal monologue.
Tessa ordered some drinks and I got to work on developing a nice confidence-enhancing buzz. I was going to need it tonight.
We sat at the bar and chatted for a while about absolutely nothing, nursing our drinks. Tessa seemed way more at ease than me. The alcohol assisted in clearing that out, but that didn’t mean I was ready to start making a fool of myself. Still, Tessa insisted and eventually dragged me out onto the dance floor.
It really wasn’t all that bad. The place was packed and people were bumping and grinding into each other constantly, sometimes making room for a particularly capable dancer or couple. Mostly, it involved a lot of really loud music and a bunch of half-drunk people gyrating up against each other. That, I could manage.
We took a few breaks to liquor up, then danced some more. Drank then danced. Danced, then drank. I had a real solid buzz going, but I was still mostly coherent. Tessa had loosened up nicely and was starting to get kind of giggly.
Eventually we left and I did the gentlemanly duty of escorting her to her apartment. It was within walking distance of the Green Lounge anyway, and I had to metabolize some of that alcohol before I even thought of getting behind a wheel.
The apartment turned out to be pretty high-scale stuff, judging from the exterior and the foyer. We took an elevator to the top floor, number thirty. I’d come along with her this far and she hadn’t protested. I figured that if she weren’t interested, she would have let me know at the ground floor.
There were only two rooms on top floor. Both had to be huge to take up the entire floor. Tessa got her key out (which turned out to be a keycard), opened the door, and invited me in. Sweet.
The interior was really high-scale for two college students, but I guess if one of them had money to burn, they could burn it however they wanted. The rooms were spacious and well furnished, but definitely had a feminine edge to them. The colors were, well, not very masculine. Plus, what was with all those dream catchers? Certainly not like my room, with my movie posters adorning the walls, ceiling, and both sides of the door.
I closed the door behind me. It was one of the automatic locking doors you find in hotels.
Tessa set her purse down and gave me this mischievous look. Damn, she looked hot. My cock felt like it was going to explode out of my pants.
She came up to me and our warm horny bodies pressed against each other. We kissed and groped and fondled each other. Her mouth was hot and willing and our tongues twined and played. My repressed erection prodded at her through my pants. There’s no way she could have misinterpreted my interest or intent now.
She broke from our passionate kissing. Her hands settled at my sides. “Come on. The bedroom’s this way.”
Damn, I was so fucking horny, but a part of me was nervous also. I had a feeling that Tessa was experienced. Really, really experienced. I doubted a virgin would be this aggressive to just welcome a guy into her apartment after one date. With very little prodding on my part, I might add.
So much for my innocent angel. Oh well. I’d be happy with hot and horny succubus as an alternate.
The bed turned out to be large with dark wood posters and deep blue satin sheets. Tessa crossed her arms and lifted her shirt up over her head in a single skilled motion. Her nicely rounded, perky breasts were restrained only by a black lacy bra. It looked incredible sexy on her pale well-toned body.
Tessa started to fiddle with the buttons on my shirt. I reached out as she worked, my hands enclosing her narrow waist and sliding up her body. She was so incredibly smooth and soft, but there was an unmistakable firmness to her body. She took pride in her physical condition and it showed.
I reached her breasts and squeezed them. She let out a content sigh as she finished unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled it off quickly, eager to get these stupid garments out of the way, eager to feel her full glorious body pressed hotly against mine.
She noticed my impatience and stepped back, unzipping the side of her skirt and letting it slide off. I unbuckled my pants and pushed them hurriedly to the ground. She took off the rest of her clothes as I did mine. In the end, we were completely naked and I embraced her once again, my erection pressed hotly between her stomach and mine. We kissed as I guided her to the bed.
She lied back in the bed, arms above her head, hair tousled about her head, framing her angelic face.
God, I was so fucking horny.
I might have been inexperienced, but I’d watched enough porn to have a good grasp on what to do next. I couldn’t just ram my engorged cock in her like an idiot; I needed to get her wet and excited.
My hands embraced her breasts and I leaned forward and licked at her right nipple. She started to make these cute gasps and squeaks as I stimulated her, licking and sucking and kneading her breasts in turn. I moved south, my hands exploring her stomach, her legs, and between them.
She gasped a few times, and I could tell she was getting worked up. I kissed her pale flesh as I moved lower, my left hand caressing the wetness between her legs.
I placed her legs on my shoulders and looked at her womanhood. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I figured I couldn’t go wrong with stimulating this part of her. I spread her a bit with my hands, leaned forward, and licked at the lips of her vagina.
She gasped and her body shuddered for a moment, but then she got used to my tongue and relaxed. I lapped at her slowly, stroking it up and down, spending extra attention on her clitoris. She seemed to like that a lot; every time I focus on that part, she’d twitch a little and let out these cute sounds.
“Please . . .” she finally asked softly. She seemed so shy, almost embarrassed by all of this, ashamed of asking me to hurry it up.
“Alright,” I said, feeling pretty confident at this point. Even with my lack of experience, enough jack-off fantasies and porn downloads can go a long way. I felt I could handle the rest. After all, in out, in out. How hard could that be to get right?
I pressed her legs apart. She looked so submissive to me at that moment, sprawled out on this blue ocean of satin, as if I could do anything to her and she’d let me. It was strangely eerie, but I had more important things to think about.
Like fucking her good and hard.
I guided my engorged cock to her vagina, and pressed in. She moaned and squirmed a bit as I fed her the length of my cock. I wasn’t abnormally large or anything. Just an average six inches, but she seemed to like it. And so did I. It felt so fucking incredible. So tight and hot and wet. What surprised me the most was the heat of her body, way better than jacking off with a clammy hand and some lotion.
I began to stroke her, slowly, building up speed. I grabbed either side of her slim waist and drove my cock into her, faster and faster. Her face was flush with excitement and pleasure and her breasts rocked sensuously with each thrust.
But, there was a problem. It was good. Too fucking good. And I was very inexperienced. I felt the sensations boil up within my balls and unconsciously accelerated my pace, slamming into her body, stroke her with every inch of my cock.
And then I climaxed, my head filling with lights as I exploded within her. I slowed, stroking and shuddering as I discharged the last of my cum into her. I could feel my cock softened and thought ahh, shit . . . this is just fucking great. Just fucking great.
My first time with a woman and I fire my gun prematurely. Just fucking great.
I slipped out, my cock softening and twitching from the climax. “I’m sorry,” I said, meaning it. What else could I say?
Tessa got up and slipped off the bed. I really thought she was going to start yelling at me or maybe even make me leave. Or worse, toss me out of the apartment without my clothes.
But despite my paranoid thoughts, she did no such thing. She knelt down onto her knees and took my only-slightly-erect cock in her hands. Her eyes met mine and I was surprised to find no anger there, no disappointment. Damn, she was something else. I had had my suspicions, but I knew it then and there. This girl was special.
She proved me right. Her hands stroked my cock softly a few times and she licked the bottom of it, from base to tip. Even with my climax so recent, I knew she could get me hard again. All it would take was a little effort, which she was more than willing to expend.
Tessa opened her mouth wide and took my cock into her slowly. She surprised me yet again by taking all of it, every inch of it into her throat. It took her a little while, like she was getting used to having a foreign object lodged in her throat. But in the end, her lips pressed up again the base of my cock.
I could feel her tongue underneath my cock and could feel the back of her throat with my cockhead. It was so incredibly hot and I began to regain my hardness.
But Tessa wasn’t done. She came all the way back and my cock left her lips with a loud smack. She gasped and took several breaths. That had to be tough to do. She looked at me and went down again, taking all of me in much faster, and she began stroking me with her mouth.
Her head bobbed up and down on my cock, taking me down her throat to the root, then coming up all the way to the tip. When she needed air, she’d lick at my cock’s underside for a few moments before plunging the whole thing down her throat yet again.
Damn, was she skilled.
She got me hard again, just as hard as before, maybe even more so. My whole cock hurt, but I wasn’t going to let her down this time. She was giving me a second chance, and I was going to prove myself to her.
She held my rigid cock in her tiny hands. “Let’s try that again,” she said, an eager smile on her face.
Tessa stood up, then leaned onto the bed, stomach down. She reached around and with her fingers, opened herself up for me. Damn, this girl was too much.
“Come on. Please, give it to me,” she said, looking back at me, her eyes eager and hungry.
I guided my cockhead to her moistened entranced and slipped in. With Tessa being as wet as she was and my cum providing even more lubrication, I slipped right in and set about getting into a smooth rhythm. Since I’d already cum once, I felt like I had more control over when I climaxed again, and I tried to mentally make sure I didn’t get too stimulated.
It apparently worked, because I plowed into her cunt for a good long time, stroking her beautiful tight body with my cock. She became increasingly excited, moaning and shuddering and I could feel she was almost ready to climax herself.
I increased my speed, stroking her harder, faster, wanting to return the pleasure she’d gifted to me so willingly. She gripped the satin sheets, twisting them, burying her face in them, and let out a muffled scream as her whole body tightened and climaxed.
I continued stroking her, my waist slapping against her firm ass with each thrust. I leaned forward, my hands gripping her breasts and raising her up as I pounded at her from behind.
She reached behind her, hand cupping my face and bringing me close. We kissed, our tongues hungrily exploring each other as I fondled her breasts and brought myself to a second climax.
I broke away from her impassioned kiss and grunted as a came in her again, stroking her in time with my erruptions. I slowed, my body slick with sweat from the effort, and suddenly felt very tired as the high of sexual intercourse wore off. I slipped out of her and flopped down onto the bed next to her.
Damn, that had been good.
I looked over at Tessa and was about to ask one of those dumb post-coital questions. You know, one like “Was that good for you too?” or some mindless tripe like that.
But then I saw the hungry look in Tessa’s eyes. She wasn’t done. Not yet. Damn, the girl was insatiable and I’d already fired off twice. What did she expect out of me now?
Apparently, she expected and was going to get another erection. She got on top of me in the sixty-nine position, her firm sweaty body pressed erotically against mine. “Please . . . do me,” she asked, then went to work on my cock with her skilled hands and mouth.
Well, it’s not like I could say no.
I figured I’d already fucked her and licked her. So, what about some finger play? Might as well try.
I opened her with one hand and gently pressed in two fingers. Since she’d already had a cock in her, the two fingers went in easily and I heard her moan with her mouth full of cock. I stroked her a few times like that, but then had a better idea.
I glanced up and saw the tempting crinkled hole of her ass. I’ll admit it. I’ve always had something of an anal fetish. Every time I download some porn, it normally has a title like Anal Teen Tryouts #13 or something similarly unimaginative. I pulled my moistened fingers out of her cunt and put two in from my left hand.
While I worked those fingers into her, I placed my right middle finger on her anal rosebud. She twitched, perhaps surprised, but made no other move or protest. If anything, she began to deep-thoat me even more urgently.
I pressed my finger slowly into her ass, up to the first joint. Her ass was unbelievably tight, but I pushed in further, slowly slipping more and more of my finger into her. Finally, I had my finger in her up to the palm. I began to stroke her, two fingers in her cunt, one in her ass.
And all the while as I slowly began to open up her ass, the thoughts of anal action and Tessa’s undeniably skilled mouth had me erect once more.
Tessa came up for air, and my cock popped out of her mouth sloppily.
“Please stay like that,” she asked, so very subserviently. It made me wonder, what if I grabbed her and pushed her down and fucked her ass . . . would she even fight back? I forced those thoughts away. Tessa was something special and I wasn’t about to do anything to ruin this night.
She turned over me, facing me now, straddling me. “Let me do it this time,” she said, holding my cock at its base and guiding it into her cunt. She sat down on it, letting my rigid cock fill her once again. She sighed, clearly still aroused, and leaned forward.
She took my head in her hands and kissed me once again. I didn’t care where her mouth had been and I kissed her back passionately. She started rocking, back and forth, her hot sweaty body gliding back and forth across mine, her breasts pressed against my chest.
I hugged her close and we built up a rhythm, pistoning back and forth, deeper and harder and faster. I didn’t last that long this time, but neither did she. She squealed and let out an erotic scream, clutching onto me desperately, thrusting and grinding against me. And I filled her, grunting and thrusting and pouring my cum into her.
She collapsed on top of me as I shriveled. I was done for the night, utterly spent. Thankfully, that sensation appeared mutual.
“Wow, you’re incredible,” I said, heavily buzzed from my first sexual experience.
She moved forward a bit, letting my cock slide out of her, and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Right back at you,” she said, quite charitably I thought. But I wasn’t about to complain.
Of course, I hadn’t met Quinn yet.
* * *
I didn’t see Tessa nearly as much as I would have liked in the following months. She was very strict about how the week should be divided. Monday through Friday was school-only. No clubs. No drinking. No sex. Weekends were free game, however.
Though it sucked that I couldn’t have sex with her more often, I do have to admit her scholastic regimen rubbed off on me and my grades improved. I was a bit smarter than her, I think, but she made up for it with pure effort. Seeing who would get the highest grades became something of a competition, and my test scores improved accordingly.
Unfortunately, even when we met on the weekends, it didn’t always end in sex. Her roommate, Quinn, had this annoying habit of actually staying in her own apartment. Tessa wouldn’t even entertain the notion of going to the apartment with Quinn present, so it was club-hopping or dinner or something else. Tessa also didn’t like the idea of staying overnight at the male-only dorms, and really, given the company, I couldn’t blame her.
Well, my dick could, but intellectually I couldn’t blame her.
We became closer as time went on, became something of an item. It was fun, having this beautiful and intelligent girl to spend time with, even if she did have absolutely no interest in any of my hobbies. Still, we got along great and spent more and more time together.
Even with the regrettably sparse sex . . . oh well. No one ever said life would be fair.
One day, I was heading to the Food Court to meet up with Tessa as usual. She hadn’t been in class, but that wasn’t too unusual given that the professor was reviewing our midterms. Both of us had aced the test, so we really didn’t have to be there.
I was almost to the Food Court when I spotted Tessa. At least I thought it was Tessa. She and some other girl were off to the side, in one of the fancy archways leading into Food Court.
The other woman was tall and voluptuous, a real looker, with long red hair worn loose. She wore tight clothes, showing off a body that Tessa would be envious of. I thought she was probably a little older than me, maybe twenty-two or three. But, despite how she looked, it was what she was doing that caught my attention.
The other woman stood quite a bit taller than Tessa and leaned over her in the archway’s corner. A hand lifted Tessa’s chin and she bent down and kissed my girlfriend! With her other hand, the woman cupped one of Tessa’s breasts and groped her roughly.
Holy shit!
Worse, Tessa put her arms around the woman, drawing her closer. The two stayed like that and I watched, totally blown out of my mind. What the hell was going on?!?
Finally, the two broke apart, with Tessa staying against the archway in a strangely passive way and the woman turning and walking towards me. And when she did, she looked straight at me with the most intense green eyes I had ever seen. It was like she could bore straight through me, flesh, heart, and soul.
There was a strong will and a powerful intellect behind those eyes, and she never took them off me, not for a moment as she leisurely walked up and then past me. She wore a supremely confident grin on her lips and didn’t say a word, just walked right by as if nothing had happened. As if I were beneath her notice.
Maybe I was.
I turned, watching her walk away. She had this sexy swaying walk, but it wasn’t submissive or sleazy at all, like she was trying to draw people to her. Rather, it seemed to say that you could only have this if you were worthy.
What kind of person was she?
But I’d forgotten myself. I turned back to the archway and walked hurriedly over to Tessa.
She looked up when she saw me and spoke in a distant tone. “Oh . . . hi, Dave.”
“Yeah. Hi, yourself,” I said, trying to keep all the emotions boiling up within me under control. Some fucking girl had just kissed my girlfriend! My girlfriend, damn it! That’s like . . . like really against the rules! “What just happened?”
“Oh . . .” Tessa glanced in the direction the young woman had left. “That was Quinn.”
“Quinn?!? You mean that is your roommate?!?” I was getting really worked up about this and my voice squeaked embarrassingly.
“Umm . . . yeah. That’s Quinn.”
“Does she do that often?!?” I demanded, still not sure where my emotions were taking me. Anger? Confusion? Jealousy? Who knew? I certainly didn’t. Not yet.
“Sometimes,” Tessa said, looking all shy and demure. She blushed fiercely.
Sometimes?!? What the hell did that mean?!? I was really confused now. Unpleasant scenarios started playing in my head. Was Tessa, the girl of my dreams, the girl I’d lost my virginity with, was she . . . was she bi-sexual? And actively so?
I looked back in the direction Quinn had departed. Was the reason I couldn’t stop by when Quinn was around . . . was it because these two were having sex? On a regular basis?
I felt angry and saddened and depressed all at the same time. I didn’t know what to do.
“Come on. Let’s get a bite to eat,” Tessa suggested.
I picked up a Big Mac and a Sprite, but found out I wasn’t hungry at all. Tessa picked at her chicken salad nervously. It went on like that for several minutes when I decided I’d had enough of the silence.
“So,” I began, trying not to sound too confrontational. I don’t think it worked. “That was Quinn, huh? You two seem to be great friends.”
Tessa poked at her chicken salad some more, refusing to make eye contact.
“It must be just wonderful, rooming with someone you get along with that well.”
Tessa seemed to lose the last of her appetite.
“Come on, Tessa, don’t you think I deserve some sort of explanation?” I asked. “I mean, you two looked pretty damned intimate out there. I mean, she was grabbing you and everything. You say that happens sometimes? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Tessa seemed to gather her courage. She still didn’t make eye contact, but at least she seemed willing to converse with me again. “We’re . . . close friends. We’ve been friends for a long time.”
“How close?”
“Well . . .”
“Come on. Don’t do this to me. I deserve to know.”
Tessa looked almost ready to cry. Shit. Maybe being aggressive wasn’t such a great idea.
I decided to try a different approach. Most of the shock had worn off and, to be honest, I wasn’t all that angry any more. It’s not like some other guy had fucked her or something. “Tessa, come on. I care about you. Really, I do. It’s just . . . well, that was a shock. I didn’t know you . . . you took an interest . . . I mean . . . look it’s . . . I mean . . .”
Damn. Fucking great time for words to fail me.
But Tessa seemed to calm down. She gave me a tentative smile. “You mean that?”
“What? I mean, yeah, of course I mean it! Why wouldn’t I? I think you’re a great girl to hang with,” I said, pouring it on as best I could. “I just . . . didn’t know this about you. And it took me by surprise and, I am ashamed to admit, I responded poorly to it.”
Yeah. Show maturity. Be open-minded. That’s the ticket.
“Thanks . . . look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about her and me,” Tessa said, finally looking at me again. “I just didn’t want you to think I was weird or something.”
That last comment made me chuckle a bit, but in a reassuring way. “Look, I’ve been worried you’d think the same thing about me. It’s no big deal. Really,” I said, reaching out and giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder. It was true too. I’d definitely been more worried about her thinking I was strange than the reverse.
Though, I most certainly did not kiss other guys. That just crossed so many freaky gross-out lines. I didn’t have anything against homosexuality . . . I just thought the male-on-male variety was really gross. But two chicks going at it, now that was hot!
“So . . . would you like to meet her?”
Huh? What was that again? I’m sure I heard wrong.
“Social, of course,” Tessa continued. “We’re going out tomorrow. She was wondering if you’d like to come along.”
I had a quick mental picture form in my head. Two beautiful chicks going at it, one a petite blonde with glasses, the other a fiery voluptuous redhead. And then, in the middle of it all, me.
Oh yeah. That’d be sweet. Not likely, but then, if I said no I’d never find out. A part of me thought this whole thing was so wrong in so many ways . . . but then, why should I restrain myself when Tessa clearly didn’t?
“Quinn asked me to invite you along,” Tessa said, starting to get shy again and sounding as if she were making excuses.
I decided to put an end to that.
“Sure!” I said, probably too eagerly. “Sure, I’d love to.”
Tessa said she’d give me a call on my cell when she and Quinn had the when’s and where’s picked out. I spent the night jacking off, thinking about all the possibilities and permutations. Two chicks at once. Could it possibly get any better?
If only I’d known . . . Damn am I stupid sometimes.
* * *
We ended up going to the Green Lounge again. I couldn’t dance any better than before, but it didn’t seem to matter. Tessa arrived ten minutes late. As usual. But this time, Quinn was tagging along.
Actually, it looked more like Tessa was tagging along with Quinn. The tall redhead clearly was the dominant decision-maker of the two. The two looked incredibly sexy together, but there was just something about Quinn that bothered me. She had this intensity to her, like the world could be made to cave to her every whim. It was wild and intense and I felt my heart skip as she looked at me, looked through me with those beautiful green eyes of hers.
“Hi Tessa,” I said, fumbling my words a bit. “And Quinn. Hi Quinn. Nice to meet you, Quinn.” Man, I am such a retard sometimes. How hard is it to get a simple greeting right?
“A pleasure,” she said, smooth and regal. She extended her hand and I shook it, though it seemed odd in this setting. I did notice that both Tessa and Quinn had very expensive accessories on, which served to magnify their combined sensuality nicely. Their clothes were tight and revealing, both with short black skirts and single-color shirts that left their midriffs bare and accentuate the size of their breasts. Quinn’s in particular.
Quinn went in first, had a short word with the bouncer and passed him a folded bill. It was a frickin’ fifty! The bouncer nodded, glancing at Tessa and me, pocketed the tip, and let the three of us in.
You’re supposed to tip bouncers? I didn’t know that.
The club was the same blaring, mind-wracking experience as before. We started out with drinks, which was a good thing. Being around Quinn made me nervous. And the way Tessa seemed at her beck and call made me a little jealous. But I had to be here. I was pretty much head-over-heels in love with Tessa (or infatuated with, can’t really tell the difference yet). Whatever her relationship with Quinn was, I needed to find out how deep it went.
The three of us danced. Well, the two girls danced. I kind of did this sort of wiggle where I looked like I was dancing. The pairings shifted around. Sometimes it’d be just me and Tessa, with Quinn amusing herself with some other club patrons. She seemed quite popular with both the men and the women. Other times, I’d retreat off to the side as Tessa and Quinn danced together.
Which wasn’t all that bad. Watching the two of them go at it gave me a serious hard-on. The two pressed and ground up against each other and Quinn would grope Tessa without any concern given to her audience. She would kiss Tessa, forcefully, aggressively, and even once put her hand up Tessa’s shirt and clenched and kneaded a breast!
Fortunately, it didn’t get any more wild than that. At one point, I thought Quinn was going to toss Tessa to the ground and start devouring her right there. As fun as that would have been to watch, I wanted in on the action. Damn, this was making me really horny.
It was Tessa’s job to keep the drinks coming, and she carried out her duties enthusiastically. By the time Quinn was getting ready to head home, I had one serious buzz going. I was also unbelievably horny. I couldn’t wait for what was to come.
I was pretty sloshed by the time we left and required a little bit of guidance from the girls to get me back to the apartment. But, well, Tessa had kept those drinks coming and how was I supposed to say no when Quinn was drinking just as much. In fact, considering how much she’d imbibed, Quinn remained very coherent.
She also looked really really sexy, but then, that could have just been my own buzz at work.
We got back to the apartment and as soon as the door closed, the two girls were at it, kissing and fondling and stripping. Before I knew it, the two girls were topless and sensuously kissing each other.
Hell, I wanted some of that too. Come on. Be generous. Fair’s fair.
But as soon as I tried to join in, Quinn pushed me back. “Not yet, stud,” she said, a wicked grin on her lips. “You only get to play once you’ve cleaned up.”
Huh? What, was my breath bad or something?
“You play by my rules, or not at all. Understood?” Quinn asked, and then to add emphasis, she grabbed my crotch and squeezed. Her body pressed up against mine and our lips almost met. “You do want to play. Right, stud?”
And then I said something really stupid. “You know, I do have a name.”
She ignored me. “Answer the question. Yes or no. Us or the door.”
Damn it, this bitch was going to make me beg? Well, I was too horny and drunk to turn around now. “Well of course it’s a yes,” I said, trying and failing to exert some sort of authority into this situation.
It didn’t have any affect on Quinn, who only smiled and stepped back from me. “Tessa, why don’t the two of you get cleaned up while I get ready.”
“Come on, Dave,” Tessa said brightly. “This way.”
“This way” apparently meant bathroom. She and I stripped. I was so ready for action right now it hurt, but she kept me from groping her and explained Quinn’s rules.
You see, “cleaned up” meant enema. Holy shit.
But after I got over the initial shock, I started to get real turned on by what it all meant. My ass wasn’t quite virgin. I’d masturbated anally with my fingers a few times in those lonely high school years, and quite frankly, I rather liked it. Fucking Tessa’s cunt was way better that fingering my own ass, but I could see why all those pornstars seemed to like taking it anally.
Plus I was drunk and horny, so Rational Thought was not present to argue with Libido. So Libido won by default and I let Tessa “clean” me out. It didn’t take too long. When it was over, she pushed me out of the bathroom to do herself in private.
Well if Tessa was getting cleaned out, I was sure to get an opportunity to fuck her ass too. Man, what I wouldn’t give to do that. I’d fantasized about doing her ass since we first had sex, but I never built up the courage to ask her to try it with me. If I’d known about this, I would have asked sooner.
Quinn was the first to the bedroom, completely naked, her radiant hair showering over her shoulders, her heavy breasts high, nipples taut with excitement. She held a long black strip of cloth before her.
“Ready to play?” she asked, her voice so unbelievably erotic. But I was starting to get a little nervous. She was going to blindfold me? This was getting kind of strange and a little more extreme than I was ready for.
But, again, drunk and horny.
I didn’t protest as she wrapped the band of cloth around my head. I stumbled a bit, unused to the lack of senses, but she helped right me. Her hands explored me, never touching my cock, but playing over my body, my chest, my ass cheeks. She kissed me, rough and passionately, forcing her tongue into my mouth and guiding me around.
I heard Tessa come up behind me and soon I was pressed between the two of them, helpless and blindfolded as they each explore my body.
Quinn continued to kiss me, continued to play with my body and my senses. I couldn’t help but feel powerless with the blindfold on. Tessa explored lower half, her mouth and hands caressing over my back, my buttocks, and my legs. I felt her slip something around my ankles and I had some inkling as to what was about to happen.
But I let it happen. I didn’t fight. I let her put those cuffs around my ankles, and around my wrists. I let Quinn clip my wrists together and let her pull them forward. They guided me onto the bed, flat on my stomach, my legs and ass over the side. Quinn pulled my arms forward and bound then to something. Behind me, Tessa widened my legs and tied one and then the other to cords attached to the bed posts.
I was breathing heavily. My cock was so unbelievably hard. My heart raced as my own powerlessness sunk in. I couldn’t see, could only feel and hear as these two women manipulated my body into position and finally tightened the restraints. I could hardly move, could hardly even squirm.
I heard movement. The opening of drawers, of rummaging, and of something being taken out. Tessa crawled onto the bed, the heat of her body splayed against my back, straddling me. I could tell it was her by the little grunts of effort she made. I could feel her breasts sag against my back and brush across as she maneuvered something around my head.
It was a ball gag.
“Play nicely,” Quinn said from in front of me.
I opened my mouth and Tessa fit the gag in. It was a lot to take in, and as soon as it was set, Tessa tightened the straps behind my neck.
“Should we let him have a look?” Quinn asked, confident and powerful.
“Please let him watch,” Tessa said, weak and submissive.
“Yes, I think I’ll let him watch.”
Tessa pushed my blindfold up and I could see again. I had to raise my neck back to look at anything but the blue satin covers, which strained my neck, but I needed to know what I was in for.
Even though, deep down, I already knew what was going to happen. I knew it and I was just letting it happen. Without protest. Damn, what the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Quinn stood before me, hands on her hips, with a black strap-on dildo protruding up out of her crotch. It didn’t look particularly large. Just normal size . . . if you didn’t take into account that it had to fit up my ass. Then it looked fucking huge.
Tessa crawled off the bed and I noticed she had those same bondage cuffs around her wrists. As she crawled into view, I saw Tessa wore her own blindfold. Quinn guided her off the bed, turned her around and clipped Tessa’s arms together behind her back. She looked so weak next to Quinn, blindfolded, her arms bound.
Quinn pulled Tessa close, the strap-on riding up her ass cheeks and ending up between the two girls. Quinn groped Tessa roughly, kneading her breasts, fingering her clit, and kissing and biting her neck.
And Tessa just let it all happen. She breathed heavily, her chest heavily, clearly getting excited my all of this. And I’d worried that Tessa would think I was weird. Holy fucking shit.
Quinn turned her lesbian plaything around and forced her to kneel. She grabbed a fistful of Tessa’s blond locks and guided her mouth to the strap-on. “Make sure you do a good job. You don’t want me to hurt your friend.”
Tessa opened her mouth and took the strap-on down her throat, slowly at first, taking it one inch at a time until the whole thing was in and her lips were around the rod’s base. Then she started to bob on it and Quinn began rocking her hips, pulling it out then forcing it back in, faster and faster. Saliva dribbled out of Tessa’s mouth as she tried to keep her throat open for the black invader.
Tessa came back for air and Quinn gave her only a few moments’ reprieve before ramming her head back down onto the strap-on. Quinn’s thrusts became faster and more forceful. She was fucking Tessa’s mouth now, fucking her full strokes at a time, from tip to base, and Tessa was taking it. But as much as Quinn abused her plaything’s mouth, Tessa didn’t once gag, and I had a feeling this episode had played out many many times before.
Quinn seemed to get excited when she thrust it all the way into Tessa’s mouth and hit the back of her throat. I wondered if the strap-on had an attachment on the other side or perhaps some sort of nub that was stimulating Quinn’s clitoris. Whatever it was, Quinn found the ravaging of Tessa’s mouth a pleasurable experience.
Finally, she pulled Tessa off the strap-on. The fake cock popped out of Tessa’s mouth wetly and she gasped and panted for air.
“Good. You did very well.”
“Thank you . . .” Tessa said, still bound and blindfolded, still on her knees, saliva dribbling off her chin.
Quinn looked at me and smiled wickedly. She yanked Tessa to her feet, causing the girl to squeal in momentary pain. “You still have more work to do.”
Quinn guided Tessa around behind the bed. Behind me. Quinn leaned over me and put my blindfold back in place. It didn’t really matter. I knew what was going to happen.
I heard a metallic click and suspected that Quinn had unbound Tessa’s arms. “Well, go to work. Get him ready.”
“Yes, Quinn.”
I felt Tessa’s delicate hands on my buttocks, feeling around clumsily. She still had the blindfold on. But even without her eyes, she found what she was looking for. Fingers brushed against my ass and she bent in and began to lick.
The sensation startled me at first. Her tongue lapped at my ass, sometimes rimming around it, sometimes licking up across it, always exciting me. She lathered the entrance, sometimes probing my crinkled hole with the tip of her tongue before returning to her rimming.
Her hands gripped my ass cheeks and, with her thumbs on either side of my asshole, she spread me even more. I felt her entire face buried in my ass, felt her panting excitedly, her hot breath on my hole. I felt her skilled tongue teasing and loosening me for the onslaught that was still to come.
Finally, she pushed her tongue into my ass, stimulating me in strange and wondrous ways. Tessa was slow, gentle. She pushed it in a little bit at first, then a little more, bit by bit opening me up.
I felt her jaw open wide and press up flush with my ass as she tried to push her tongue deeper into me, thrusting in slow, deliberate motions. She fucked my ass with her tongue and it felt wonderful. My cock grew even harder as she worked me over.
Finally, she pulled away and I felt empty for a moment, but then something else pressed in; she slid one of her slim delicate fingers into my ass. It felt slick and greasy. She must have used some sort of lubricant, which was a good thing. I’d never been fucked in the ass before and didn’t think I could take what Quinn was ready to dish out without some lube.
Tessa stroke the finger in and out of me, the tip exploring the inside of my ass. She twisted it around with each thrust, slowly picking up speed. She kept going like that for minutes, just stroking my ass with her finger. Finally, I felt her back off, then insert two fingers into me with hardly any loss in rhythm. My ass stretched to accommodate the new invasion and I could feel myself loosening up.
It hurt a few times, but mostly it felt really good. My cock felt like it was going to explode.
Tessa sensed my ass loosening and began to twist her two fingers as she pushed in, stretching my ass in different directions and stimulating me in strange ways with each new thrust. I really felt like I needed to cum, but Tessa made no move to touch my cock and I had that damned ball gag in my mouth.
“Alright. I think that will be enough,” Quinn said, her voice oozing power and control.
“Yes, Quinn.”
“Remove his gag.”
Tessa fumbled across my body, obviously still blindfolded, found the back of my head and loosened the ball gag’s strap. She popped it out and I closed my mouth and flexed my jaw around. The muscles in the sides of my mouth hurt a bit from the unnatural and prolonged position they’d been forced into.
“I’m giving you one last opportunity to run away like a coward,” Quinn said. “Normally I wouldn’t, but Tessa actually seems to care about you, so I’m giving you this one last chance to leave. Speak up now.”
Tessa leaned in, her body draped on top and to the side of mine. “Please don’t,” she whispered into my ear. “Please stay.”
I was speechless and horny and I felt so powerless at that moment. I didn’t say anything.
Quinn pried open my ass with her hands, thumbs on either side of my asshole. The strap-on’s head pressed against my ass and I concentrated on staying loose, just accepting the invader.
But I couldn’t. I was too nervous. Even with all the wonderfully erotic stimulation Tessa had done to me, I still wasn’t ready for this. I tensed and tightened up and the two girls noticed it.
“Please relax,” Tessa whispered into my ear, hear hands sensuously caressing my body. “Just relax and accept it. Don’t worry. She’ll go slow.”
Hearing those reassuring words from Tessa finally made me calm down. I loosened up and Quinn took that as her signal to begin. She pried me open and the tip of her fake cock pushed into me. With the lubrication and the work Tessa had done loosening me, it popped in quite easily.
It felt so incredibly big, way larger than Tessa’s delicate fingers had. And this was just the tip. I grunted as Quinn fed me more of her strap-on. She rocked in and out a little at a time, just a new fraction of an inch with each slow, deliberate thrust.
Slowly, I opened up as Quinn filled me. It felt good, even though a few times it hurt. But Quinn seemed to sense immediately when I was in pain, and she would back off. But only for a moment, giving me a little extra time before she renewed her invasion. Inch by inch, she sunk the fake cock into my ass.
Somehow, I knew Quinn had done this before, perhaps many times before. Taking an anal virgin. Male. Female. Who knew if it even mattered to her? But she knew how to do this, knew how to pace herself and restrain her own urges so that her victim didn’t feel undue pain.
She was so in control. Of herself. And of the person she was fucking.
Finally, I felt her waist pressed up against my ass. She was all the way in. Her hands gripped the sides of my waist and she began stroking me, slowly at first, taking it all the way out until just the tip was left in, then pushing it slowly back into me until it filled me. Her motions were patient, calculated, and she increase her speed only a little at the time.
It was beginning to feel really good now. Tessa continued to sensuously massage me with her hands as Quinn fucked my ass, now picking up speed. I could hear Quinn grunting as she reamed my ass and knew that she was getting off on this too.
Tessa leaned in and we shared a kiss as Quinn started to fuck my ass hard and fast, drilling into me all the way with each thrust, slapping against my ass with her waist, then pull all the way out again for another punishing thrust. She kept that up, drilling me, owning me, breeding me. Fucking me as if my ass was a cunt and she was some stud.
It felt incredible, so erotic. The tension. The sense of powerlessness, of submission combined with the fullness in my ass and Quinn’s confident technique. But it was not enough to get me off. As much as she fucked my ass, I couldn’t get off on just this. I needed someone to touch my cock.
Quinn started thrusting into me even faster and harder than before, and I knew she was ready to cum. She gasped and grunted and shook as she lodged the whole thing in me to the hilt. Then she just left it there, left me there with the fake cock impaling my ass, just waiting as she took deep breaths as she came down from her climax.
Quinn pulled out entirely and Tessa got off of me. The restraints on my legs were unclipped from the bed posts and I found myself rolled onto my back. I still couldn’t do anything with my arms, but at least I could move around a little now.
“Tessa, I think he needs to cum. Why don’t you do something about that?”
Tessa straddle me, sixty-nine style, and pressed herself against me. Her mouth and hands found my cock and I almost exploded just from that. She opened her throat to me and swallowed me in one go, then began bobbing up and down on my cock.
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