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— An Erotic Short Story for Men

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Published: May 21, 2020

This is the true but fictionalized story of something that happened to me years ago. I still count this among my finest sexual adventures ever in my life, and there have been hundreds. It starts out slow, but you’ll enjoy the hell out of the scenes that follow. I promise.

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I met Missy through her mom at work the second day I was there. We were working at a senior care home in Eastern Indiana. I was trying to save money for attending college in the fall in Miami and I took this job working nights at the old folks’ home because it allowed me to also continue working during the day at the bike shop selling bikes. At least until I met Missy, that is.

I was twenty-five years old and had just got out of the military and moved down from New York City to the dreary little town of my youth. I wasn’t happy to be living in the north, but you do what you have to do, so I was living with my family to save some cash for school in Florida.

It was January and damn cold. The senior care home was six and a half miles from my home and I didn’t have a car. Sometimes I bicycled to and from work, but usually I just ran. I was a bit of a fitness freak back then. Guess I still am now, but I’m not running thirteen miles a day anymore, that’s for sure.

Occasionally the weather would be bad, or I’d have pulled a muscle or something and couldn’t get to work myself and I’d have to rely on someone for a ride. My sister could usually come out and get me or on rare occasions I’d take a bus.

Taking care of the elderly wasn’t as bad as you’re thinking. Or, maybe it is. I guess it depends on you. I enjoyed the hell out of it. It was enlightening to see things I did cheered the residents up and seemed to make some sort of difference in their lives. There were quite a few interesting stories I heard while there, and there was often some action at night when everyone was supposed to be sleeping and weren’t.

Old people slip often, and there’s nothing quite like making room rounds and finding a mostly naked eighty-year-old on the floor bleeding from a head wound after falling on the way to the restroom.

You’d think the job would be boring, but it was anything but that.

Darla was my co-worker. She was a nurse who had been there for something like five years. Her job, along with the other nurse who came at night was to monitor the residents’ medicine, vitals, and mental outlook. She was a case manager, a nurse, a doctor, a psychiatrist, and a friend all wrapped up in one.

Darla was the one I interviewed with for the job. When she came to the reception area to get me for the interview she looked me up and down good and smiled, inviting me into her office.

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During the interview I figured she was in her early thirties. She had long dark hair held up in a bun in the back. She wore a tight white nurse uniform and the crescent-shaped hat that doesn’t have any real purpose but to identify a nurse. Does anyone in any other profession wear such a weird looking hat?

She was medium-height, around 5’ 5” and thin with what I guessed were about C-cups under her thick bra and uniform. Her legs were strong and well defined, and the short glance at her ass I did get on the way into the room as I followed her was satisfying enough! Darla had a darling ass on her. ‘Like a fine stallion,’ my friend Ivan from Bolivia used to say.

The job didn’t require much skill, which was great because I didn’t have much. Care aides must be able to lift a resident off the floor alone at night if necessary and had to be able to stay awake from 10 pm. to 7 am. without snoozing even for a minute. People’s lives actually depended on us.

Nurse Darla insisted I call her Darla during the interview. She asked me some of the usual questions about where I was from, what I’d done since high school, and what I was going to do in a couple of years. The fact that I was headed to Miami for school in Physical Therapy and that I thought I might want to work with an elderly population as a therapist seemed like a great reason to hire me and she did so before I left the room. I filled out papers for thirty minutes while she ran in and out of the room attending to tasks.

I couldn’t help but stare at her ass every time she left the room. I loved a nice ass, and though I’d never had the good fortune of being with a nurse in uniform, I was willing to try!

My first day on the job was interesting. I met all the residents and my co-workers, and it seemed like I fit right in. Two of the care aides were women over fifty. One was a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl with long blonde hair who never gave me the slightest inclination she was into me at all. Then there was Clint. Clint was about my age, he had a full beard and a great sense of humor. We had an hour of overlap between shifts, so I’d see him from 10 to 11 each night and sometimes he’d work the night shift with me on a different floor.

Nurse Darla seemed to be showing me a little extra interest, but it’s hard to tell at first, isn’t it? It has always been difficult for me to tell when a woman is interested in me. Not sure why, that’s how I’ve always been. A bit dim and slow to catch on!

It was only the second night during orientation that Darla introduced me to Missy, her nineteen-year-old daughter who was attending school in the area. Darla explained that she sometimes came to pick her up at night and that she was also thinking about going to get her physical therapy degree.

Missy was shit-hot, but shy and blushing for the fifteen minutes we talked. She had been in New York City to stay with her dad for the past six summers and so we talked about some of the crazy things we’d seen and done in the big city.

Missy showed up to pick up her mother at work at 11:30 pm. almost every night for a week. I was interested in her but didn’t know how that would go down with Darla, and I needed the job more than a girlfriend.

I was on the third floor in the staff office at eleven and in walked Missy. The residents were sleeping, and I was just reading the charts to see what had gone on that day. Missy wore tight stretchy yoga pants and a well-fitting t-shirt. Like her mom, she also had the C-cup breasts, but she was smaller-framed, a couple of inches shorter than Darla.

It was completely quiet when she walked in, like library quiet, and she startled me.

“Hi Jeremy!”

“Ahhh!” I jumped in my chair and breathed heavy a few times to clear my head.

“You surprised me!” It wasn’t hard for her to know that.

“Mom told me you’d be here in the office. Are you doing something you’re not supposed to be doing?”

I laughed a bit. “Not yet, no! You caught me in a moment of concentration, that’s all.” I smiled.

She was standing closer to me than I remember her doing in the past. You know, there’s a space between people that usually stays the same over time. She’d always stood a little further back, and, on this night, she was at least a foot closer. Her tits were right at my eye-level and I couldn’t help but lose myself in a bit of a fantasy about what it’d be like to bury my face between them right then.

She had said something, and I missed it.

“Jeremy, you there?” She joked.

“Yeah, of course,” I shook my head, “I was just thinking about something.” I said.

“I said my school is taking us to see a physical therapy department on Tuesday.”

Oh yeah, good. That’ll be interesting. You can see what they’re actually doing and whether you’ll enjoy it.

“Mmm hmm. Do you want to come with me?”

It was during the day and I would have to blow-off work at the bike shop that day, but I was definitely down for it.

“Yeah, for sure, let’s do it.”

And that was our first date. During the tour of the department she and I stayed close and whispered funny shit back and forth, even teasing a bit. We were closer than we’d ever been physically, and it was having a serious effect on me. The smell of her hair and perfume was the one-two knockout combination I could no longer ignore.

As we climbed into the car to leave the hospital, I reached over and kissed her. She was more than ready for it and we attacked each other for forty minutes before even starting on the way home.

That night we ate dinner, then she took me back home where I changed, and she drove me to work that night.

Her mom didn’t seem too surprised that Missy dropped me off at work, and she did give me some sly smirks a couple of times. Somehow, she knew already!

Missy and I had been dating for more than two months. Sometimes I went over to her house where she lived with her mom and three cats. Sometimes we met for a meal and a grope in the car before I went to work. Missy was passionate during our sessions, but not very sexually experienced. Still, as you can imagine, we did what we could get away with in the car most days.

Her blowjobs were OK, but mostly because I was telling her exactly what to do and what not to do. Don’t get me wrong, I mean even OK blowjobs are fine with me, but it could have been a hell of a lot better!

She wasn’t able to cum often, and her orgasms seemed to come out of nowhere, surprising us both when she did have them.

She was a bit dingy and though we got along fine, this wasn’t going to go down in the history books. We certainly weren’t going to get married in the next five or ten years. Our relationship was more an infatuation. The boss’s daughter was sucking me off in the parking lot of my workplace almost daily and leaving lipstick stains on my shirt that her mom saw more than once!

So, it was interesting, but up to this point we still hadn’t been able to find a proper place or have the time to roll around in bed for a few hours and get to some fucking, if that was going to be possible. She was still a virgin and though I could fit a finger inside her, anything more was going to take some time.

It was Friday and I’d arrived at work an hour earlier. Nurse Darla was stressed that night as we’d had an actual fight between two of the older male residents. Apparently, one had been chasing the other’s girlfriend around the third floor with his zipper down saying something about giving her the ‘horse!’ Not joking.

Things like this happened sometimes, and it wasn’t all that uncommon. Many people there had sexual frustrations and loss of all inhibition. I’d frequently walk in on guys jacking off and women attempting to give flaccid men blowjobs. Believe me, there weren’t many boring days or nights, it was always interesting.

I’d been there an hour on the third floor of the facility when my phone rang.

“Jeremy, I’m going to be staying the late shift with you tonight, Nurse Carol has an emergency at home.”

“OK Darla that sounds good.”

“Instead of your usual briefing at 11:30, let’s do it at 12:30 p.m., I’ve got some more to do here first.”

“Yep, good. Are you coming here to my office?”

“Yes, see you then.”

In two months, Darla hadn’t worked the overnight shift at all, so that was interesting. Every night as I started a shift I’d have a briefing with the nurse on duty to bring me up to speed with any of the problems that went on during the day and to let me know of any new medicine that had to be disbursed during the middle of the night.

 Nurse Carol was an older woman with a complete lack of emotion or sense of humor, so the meetings were never something to look forward to. However, meeting with Darla had me excited in some way.

I couldn’t help but think about how closely Darla and Missy’s anatomy might match up. They shared the same nice ass. Missy’s was slightly smaller, but her mom’s was every bit as tight. Maybe tighter. It was impossible to tell with that skirt she always wore.

Their tits were also very similar in appearance. At least with clothes on.

As guys do, I started wondering if there was any way that I was able to start banging Darla and Missy at the same time. Missy was nineteen, almost twenty. Darla had to be at least thirty-six, but probably much more like forty-two. She looked fantastic for that age.

Darla was divorced. It was years ago. She had no boyfriend Missy told me one evening as we ate dinner. She didn’t date because she just didn’t have time. She did date a doctor at work briefly but that lasted three weeks. Missy told me the cleaning lady once found them in a closet at lunch time! Luckily for her that never got out to the rest of the staff. If it had, I’d have definitely heard about it from Clint already. The guy knew all the gossip in the place.

So, Darla was open to doing something at work. At least she had been at one time. That was at least some positive info I had to go on. That was, unfortunately, about all I had to go on.

I did the early rounds and everyone was in their bed, if not sleeping. I loved a quiet night.

I stopped by the restroom to clean up a bit, so I could look more presentable than I usually did. I walked fast toward my office but I could see the light on and Darla was already standing there looking out the large plate-glass window. Damn.

“Hi Darla, I just finished rounds.”

“Hi Jeremy, sorry for being short on the phone earlier. I just had a lot to attend to.”

“No worries! Seems like a stressful day for you.”

“It was, and then with Carol calling off, it got worse.”

She sat down in one of the office chairs and let out a big sigh. Her legs stretched out in front of her as she relaxed for probably the first time in ten hours.

“It’s good to be on my ass, to tell you the truth.”

She’d never sworn before. She must be stressed. It was good to see her there laying back like that in my chair, like she was waiting for something. At least my sick mind saw it that way!

“Did Missy drop you off today?” She asked.

“Uhm, yeah, she did. We ate at the taco place first.”

She seemed to be thinking about something.

“You ate about 6:30, right?”

“Something like that.” I replied.

Uh oh. I saw it coming.

“What’d you do after that? Park in the high school parking lot?” She smirked.

I couldn’t help but smile and while I tried to answer but nothing intelligible would come out.

“I know, I know what you two are doing. She tells me some of what you’re up to.” She smiled, letting me know she was aware of some of our sexual adventures.

“She does?” I asked.

I was surprised because Missy hadn’t said anything about it, but girls do sometimes share things like this with their mothers.

“She tells me some things, yes.”

“Oh, OK. How embarrassing.” I turned toward the book on the desk to read notes left by the day shift workers.

“Everybody does it Jeremy, I’m just giving you a hard time.”

That’s exactly what I hoped to be giving her, but I still couldn’t even turn around to face her.

“Sit down, let’s go over what you need to know for tonight.” She said.

I grabbed my notepad and pen and sat down in the chair next to her. She was still totally relaxed in the reclining office chair with her head back, exposing her long neck. She was quite thin for a forty-year old woman. Nurses are often in great shape, aren’t they?

“Sorry, I just haven’t had a moment to relax today. Sorry if I’m getting too comfortable here.”

“No, go ahead. I do it all the time!”

She breathed in and out deeply a couple of times and softly closed her eyes for about a minute.

Her sexy brown eyes opened slowly and looked at me.

“On second thought… what time do you usually do your second resident check?”

“Between 2 and 2:15.” I said.

“Good, there’s nothing urgent I have to tell you before then, so I’ll see you at 2:45. Can you come to the training room then?”

“Yep.”

With that, she stood up and was just about to walk out the door when she stopped and touched my neck.

“Oh look, what’s that? Looks like some pink crayon or something. Did you see this?”

Oh shit! It was definitely Missy’s lipstick. How in the hell did I miss it earlier?

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Shiiiiiit” I said quietly, laughing to myself.

She left laughing too. “See you at 2:45. In the training room, don’t forget.”

“I won’t.”

She was quickly out the door and I was left wondering what just happened.

Wait. Why the training room?

The training room was where we did a lot of different activities. We had CPR and First Aid classes in there. The CPR dummies were stacked in a corner. There was a bed with railings and wheelchairs, so we could work on proper transfers. There was even a tub equipped with bars and a crank seat to facilitate transfers of residents into and out of the bath which we had to help with.

I looked at my desk. I still had charts to read. I read the rest of the charts and pulled out my phone to read some of the eBook I’d almost finished with. Two o’clock had come quickly and I walked around to see if the residents were in bed and safe. I helped John back to his bed from the restroom as he seemed confused about where he was and what he was just doing. Alzheimer’s was common among residents.

I made it back to my office and grabbed my keys, locking the door behind me.

Clint was usually on the second floor at night and I had the third floor. The training room was on the fourth floor. Clint and I always met together with the night nurse to go over charts on his floor or mine. In the two months I’d been there, we had never had a meeting on the fourth floor at night, so that was weird. Maybe Darla was too tired to deal with running around and it was easier to brief us upstairs?

I walked up the stairs, preferring it to the elevator. On the fourth floor I walked by the nurses’ station and the light was off. Darla was already in the training room. Damn.

I walked faster.

In the training room the lights were off and I stood outside the door, figuring it was locked.

I stood there for a minute, then I tried the door. It opened right up.

I reached around the walls for a light switch and couldn’t find one. There was a light on in the restroom, but it didn’t throw much light into the bigger room.

“I’ll be out in a second Jeremy.” Nurse Darla said from the restroom.

“Oh, OK.”

I waited there in the dark, wondering why we were there.

Nurse Darla came out a moment later. Her hair was down over her collar and her nurse hat was off.

I smelled distinctly the perfume her daughter wore sometimes, and I got excited for a second wondering where this was going.

“Is Clint coming up?” I managed.

“I already briefed him earlier. It’s just us…” She said.

“Oh OK.”

“Do you like my hair better up or down Jeremy?”

Holy shit.

“Just like that is nice.”

I could barely see her in the dark. She moved briefly behind me and I heard a click. She had locked the door to the room.

I felt her hand touch mine and pull me. I followed.

“This is the bed where we practice transfers. Do you remember how to do transfers?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Holy, sweet holy shit.

“Can you show me how you transfer me from the standing position to the laying down position?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Was this a test, or what the hell was going on? Was she trying to see if I’d be loyal to her daughter, or what? My head was spinning, but my cock was in control already at the possibility that this was really happening.

She turned just as we reached the bed and looked up at me. Nope, there was no doubt, this was happening. I bent down and took her lips in mine as I felt her hot hands reach around my back to pull me into her.

My right hand went up her back and though she had the uniform on, I couldn’t feel a bra strap. Holy shit!

I put my open fingers up through her thick hair in the back and grabbed her head, taking control. She went weak in my arms and I literally had to transfer her down onto the bed just like she asked!

We fell back on the bed, still kissing and with tongues involved now. Her legs opened and wrapped around my leg as I rubbed her groin with my knee. The perfume her daughter wore was so intense in my nose and it was driving me nuts.

She pulled my shirt up and I finished pulling it up over my head.

“Show me how you fuck my daughter Jeremy.”

Holy shit!

“We don’t do that yet.”

“Well then, show me how you fuck her mother. You do that, right?”

“Mmm hmm, yeah I’m going to show you that for sure.”

Her hand went to my belt buckle and she began frantically opening it and unsnapping my pants. Before I knew it, my pants were down around my knees and her hand was grabbing at my stiffening cock. She alternated squeezing it, stroking it, and reaching down to grab my big balls.

I returned the favor by slipping my hand down the back of her skirt to between the crack of her ass and making a fist there and pulling against her. She went mad with excitement, grabbing my other hand and putting it up her leg under her skirt so I could feel her fleshy twat.

There was that salty pussy smell in the air already and I knew she was rubbing herself in the restroom before I got there. She had to be, it was so wet already!

She pulled up her skirt with one hand and continued jerking me up and down in a nice even rhythm. I was hard like a piece of teak with all the extra blood from my body trapped in my pulsing dick.

I pulled aside her underwear and rubbed her slick cunt up and down, left and right, just feeling the meat of it. It was similar to her daughter’s pussy, but it was even bigger, and fleshier. She had such an incredibly meaty organ! I was dying to get my face in it. But I thought we had some time. I put a finger inside her and then another and started a slow finger-fucking as she moaned and rocked forward, sucking in her breath through her teeth.

“Ahhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhh Jeremy holy Christ!”

Within a minute she was already cumming on my hand! Immediately I jammed my fingers inside her hard as she threw back her head and panted like a horny bitch.

“Ahhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh AH!”

She came for a good twenty seconds and I kissed her hard at the end of it, again my hand behind her head. This time forcing her head down to my aching cock. She didn’t play games and sucked it deep into her mouth and held it there, not moving.

I thrust it in and out and fucked her mouth deep as her hands wound around the base of my balls and squeezed there around the circumference of where my balls met my taint.

I’ve never felt harder in my entire life. There was something about that move that made my cock feel like The Terminator. A magical feeling that I knew I’d have to teach to other women.

With one hand I guided her head up and down on my dick as I pulled my other hand out of her cunt and covered my cock with her juices.

“Ohhh, Jeremy… you’re a naughty, naughty boy, aren’t you?”

I was, I couldn’t deny.

Little did she know how naughty. I had put her daughter’s juices all over my dick earlier while she blew me and now her mom was getting a combination of both juices.

Though my dick was deep in her mouth, her tongue came out and licked at the shaft to reach the wet cunt juice I’d just put there. This was a night to remember like no other.

I felt the big O coming quickly with all the novel stimuli going on. I had to hold back over and over so I could make the moment last.

As it turns out, the joke was on me because her phone began ringing incessantly in her purse somewhere in the room.

“Oh no! I have to get that.” She said after abruptly popping my purple meat from her mouth.

We untangled ourselves and she hobbled across the floor to reach her phone.

“Hello, this is Nurse Darla, what do you need Clint?” A long pause. “OK, I’m coming now, get something to apply pressure and stop the bleeding.” Another pause. “Good job, I’ll be right there.”

 “Jeremy, can you go down to second floor? Clint’s resident fell in room 221.”

“OK, yeah.”

Fucking hell, the timing of this!

She made her way to the restroom as I pulled my pants up and put my shirt back on. I didn’t know how bad it was. Should I even take the time to wash my hands?

Instead I just ran for the door and steps, wiping my hand on my pants.

In the room, Clint was on the floor with Edmund who had cracked his head on the corner of his dresser as he fell on the way to the restroom. There was a good bit of blood on the floor and Clint was holding a pillowcase against Edmund’s forehead to stop the bleeding.

Nurse Darla arrived in two minutes, her hair back up and bra on. She smelled like soap and perfume when she came in. I hoped that would cover the smell of sex on us both.

Clint and I were able to get Edmund up onto a stretcher with wheels. We rolled him down the hallway to the front of the building where the ambulance was already waiting. He’d need stitches and there would need to be detailed reports written about the incident.

I was already late for my third round of resident checks. I quickly went upstairs to my floor and used the restroom to wash my hands thoroughly about four times.

My residents were all fine and I came back to the office to find Clint kicking back in one of my chairs.

“Hey buddy!”

“How you doing? You alright after that?”

“Oh yeah, that’s the second time I found him on the floor in a puddle of blood, and it has happened to others here.” He paused. “You do know why I’m here though right?”

“You’re tired of writing reports?”

He smirked and shook his head no.

“No. I mean, yeah, but no that’s not it.” He said. “Do you have anything you want to tell me about?” He asked.

He fucking knew.

“What do you mean? About what?” I played dumb.

“About what? Right?” He said coyly.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” I asked, hoping like hell it was something else.

“Oh, you know what I mean.” He said slowly. “You know e-x-a-c-t-l-y what I mean.” A massive grin crept across his face as he stared at me for a reaction.

He got up and shut the office door and checked the phone for the intercom light.

Oh man, he fucking knew.

“I wondered why the nurse briefed me separately tonight. She never briefed us separately before. I’ve been here four years and the night nurse always briefs the aides at the same time. It just makes sense to do it like that.”

“Oh, OK. Yeah. So, what was going on?” I asked, trying to sound genuinely curious.

“What was going on was that maybe nurse Darla was sucking your dick buddy?” He said with a grin so big it filled up the room.

“What?! That’s crazy! I wish!” I feigned surprise that he could even suspect such a thing.

“It was a crazy thought I had earlier yeah, you’re right. But you know what? Then it became fact. Do you know when that happened?”

“I don’t have the slightest idea.” I said.

“Let me smell your hand.”

“What?” I said.

Holy shit. He definitely knew!

“Let me smell it. Your left hand.”

“You’re insane,” I said, laughing and moving away from him.

“Ahhh, no.” He said, now pointing his finger at me. “I know now buddy. You were fucking Darla, I KNOW IT, you can’t deny it. Don’t lie to me bro!”

I couldn’t help but smile, but I said nothing.

He said over and over while shaking his head, “I KNOW YOU WERE!”

Jesus. I hoped he could keep it a secret, but to be honest, he wasn’t known for that.

“You’d better keep quiet man. You gossip about shit that’s going on here in the building all the time, but you’ll fuck up my life, her life, her daughter’s life, everybody’s fucking life if you don’t shut up about this one.”

“I know, I know. No, I wouldn’t ever say anything.” He sat there smiling at me and shaking his head. “I knew it, but I just can’t believe it.”

“You’d better get out of here, go back to your floor.” I said. I wondered if Darla was going to come back to see me, or whether she just had too much to do now with the paperwork over the incident.

“I’m going, I’m going.” He stood up and walked toward the door.

“I gotta give it to you man, she’s a hot piece of ass! Wouldn’t have minded that myself!”

“Who knows what could happen?” I teased. Hopefully he’d shut the hell up about this because he thinks maybe he can have a go with her later too.

“Ciao man, see you in the morning. You need a ride home?”

“No, I’m good. Thanks bud.” He’d want every detail if he drove me home. I knew I’d better not say anything about what exactly happened to anyone. Especially Clint!

Clint walked down the hallway shaking his head, incredulous.

I smelled my hand. Damn it! I could still smell her on me. Why was tang so hard to wash off?

I held off from releasing my load in the restroom that night because who knew? Maybe Darla would be making a visit up to see me to let me cum in her throat. Nothing was too far out of the question at this point.

Sadly, for my dick, I didn’t hear from Darla that night, but I saw her in the morning leaving the building. I figured it was best not to walk close to her or do anything that would give Clint more to think about.

I decided to walk home that morning and enjoy the sunshine. We hadn’t had sun in weeks, and the temperature was in the fifties Fahrenheit. It was a great day to be alive. I had some shit to think about on my walk.

Missy and I, if I had to be honest, weren’t going anywhere. She was fun and it was exciting to fool around with her most days, but we certainly weren’t going to have any sort of long-term relationship. When I left for Miami in a few months, that would be it for us.

Missy’s mom couldn’t possibly date me. I was fifteen years younger—at least. She wasn’t going to date me after I dated her daughter, they appeared to be really close. This was just a fling for her, some way to relieve some pent-up sexual frustration and prove she was still desirable.

I didn’t know what would happen with her. Would we ever do something like that again?

I had to be honest. Probably not. I thought that probably the guilt would get the best of her and she’d not be able to do it again. It was a one-time fling that was probably brought on by the stress of the day and situation. Besides, this was the only time she ever worked overnight. We’d probably not have the opportunity again.

Missy and I continued seeing each other. I slept until 3 pm. during the weekdays and I’d usually see her for dinner between 6 and 7 pm. if I wasn’t working at the bike shop. After that we’d go to a store or meet up with other friends or just mess around in her car.

She called me at 5 pm. one Thursday to ask me if I could come to her house for dinner that night.

Her house? I had only been there twice. But I was all for it. She had no brothers or sisters and the house was always empty while her mother was at work. I wasn’t sure why we were always stuck in the car when we did have access to a bed. I figured it was nosy neighbors or something.

I rode my bike over to her house at 6:30 pm. as she’d asked. Her mom was at work and would be until about midnight. We had the house to ourselves. She’d cooked up a meal of spaghetti and bread with butter, one of my favorites. I had no idea she could even cook!

I wasn’t absolutely sure why she’d done this that night at her house, but I had a clue. At least I thought I did.

We had been gradually opening up her virgin pussy over the weeks and it was finally to the point where I could get two fingers inside her at least half-way up.

Was tonight the night she wanted to go for it?

More evidence came as we ate dinner and she offered some wine with the meal. I couldn’t drink more than one because I had to work that night and wine tired me out, but she asked if I minded if she had a couple? A couple ended up being three glasses and she was feeling quite good by 8 p.m.

I was right. She wanted to try to fuck for the first time.

She had her bare feet in my groin from the time we sat down at the table and I was hard for the entire meal as she stroked me between them, sometimes pressing hard on it and other times just very lightly tracing it up and down.

“I gotta pee.” I said, suddenly. No sense waiting until things went any further.

As I walked to the restroom I saw the door to her mother’s bedroom was open. I stared inside as long as I dared as I kept walking. I thought about fucking her mom in there for hours on end. It was an impossible fantasy I knew, but what is life without dreaming?

In the restroom I had to bend my entire body forward to point my dick toward the toilet and it took a full minute for me to coax the urine up the pole. It’s tough to piss when you’re fully hard.

As I did, I looked around the restroom. There was a hamper of dirty clothes there.

Oh my! Why didn’t I think of it before?

As I finished the last few drops into the toilet, I opened up the top of the hamper. It was full. Oh. My. God.

There must be a name for it, but I’ve never looked it up. I have some sort of fetish for women’s dirty underwear.

I looked through the pile of dresses, pants, tops, and socks, and found one pair of panties that were Missy’s. I’d seen her wear them the day before. They were satin white with some lace in the front that covers the pubic bone area. The side had some decorative straps. I unrolled them and there was my hot little girlfriend’s day-old snatch batch in the padded cotton area of the panties.

I brought the dried mess to my face and inhaled deeply. Ahhhh yeah, I love it! My dick got instantly harder. I stretched the underwear to break the dried stuff up a bit and smelled again. It was much stronger this time. I licked it a little and tasted her sour and salty quim while stroking my raging boner and looking in the big mirror to my right.

I put Missy’s panties on the top of the toilet and kept searching. PLEASE God, I begged… let there be just one more amazing surprise in this hamper for me.

 It was filled with almost all of Missy’s clothes, and it wasn’t until I got down to the very bottom that I saw a pair of older woman panties, not sexy, just basic cotton briefs. I almost yelled out loud when I saw them. I picked them carefully off the bottom and unrolled them on the counter top.

There were two pussy hairs stuck inside the dried goo! I couldn’t believe my luck!

There wasn’t that much dried pussy juice, but there was enough to stretch at and lick at, and inhale deeply of. I put the two-inch-long curly cunt hairs in my mouth and smelled deeply of Darla’s and then Missy’s vaginal secretions in succession. I was in total perv heaven!

There was something so wrong about what I was doing, and that made all the better.

I kept Darla’s pubic hair in my mouth as I flushed the toilet and arranged the clothes as they were in the hamper. Holding her mom’s pubes on my tongue, I went out to see Missy.

She wasn’t at the dining room table or in the kitchen.

“Missy, where are you at?”

“I’m upstairs, come up here I have something to show you.”

I’ll bet you do!

My cock led the way up the stairs, there was no hiding it. It bulged in the front of my pants like a giraffe trying to escape a net.

One door was open down the hallway on the second floor, so I peeked around the corner to look in.

Missy was laying on her back in a peach satin bra and intricately laced peach satin underwear with her feet on the bed, knees high, and her hands spreading her legs at the knees.

“Do you like my new underwear Jeremy?”

“Oh yeah, I love it!” I said as I walked toward her, taking off my shirt and quickly undoing my belt and pants, dropping them on the floor.

I put my head right between her legs and rubbed my nose all over her bulging mound. I thought back to her mom’s big cunt lips and imagined for a second that I was eating her out, something I never had the chance to do. I played with her mom’s cunt hairs in my mouth as I smelled Missy’s bald slit.

I pulled her tiny panties to the side and rubbed my big nose in there first. She grabbed my head with both hands.

My hands traced up her body to her tits and grabbed handfuls. She had these little perfect-sized tits I loved to manhandle. I squeezed them hard and she put her hands-on top of mine to help me squeeze harder.

“I want us to have sex for real tonight.”

“Me too… “

“No condom, I want the real feeling.” She said quietly. “I’m on the pill.”

She had planned it out. Nice. I wondered if her mom knew.

I reached her underwear and pulled them down with my hand, then my foot so they hung off her one ankle. I twisted around and continued licking and teasing her big cunt, making sure lubrication wasn’t going to be a problem. I saw some lubricating gel on the nightstand, but I pretended like I didn’t. I’d much rather use her own lube than that sugary shit.

She jerked me in her mouth just how I like it. She had been learning quite a bit over the time we dated and she was always an eager learner. She remembered most everything I taught her. Even the part about licking the pre-cum out of the hole at the top of my dick with her tongue and showing me.

I tongued her and fingered her a bit, stretching it out gently to prepare it to accept the holy wand. She was on the verge of inebriation, which I figured would help. I wasn’t sure how I was going to go about it because there were two ways to deflower a girl with a tight pussy.

One, you could stretch it with your fingers and the head of your cock, going very slowly and gently until it opens up, sometimes with a tear, and other times just a good stretch. This could take an hour or more.

Or two, you could do the same thing for ten minutes and then just plunge it in deep and console her because the pain will be bad for a while. It may even not get better and you won’t get to fuck much after that, you’ll have to just pull out and let her heal up only to do it over again later.

It gets easier, so eventually you’ll be fucking, but it can be a pain in the ass sometimes. So I’ve learned from experience!

She was super wet, and I was ready to shoot one down her throat if I didn’t pull out now. I twisted around and lined it up, spreading her legs gently.

I put the head of my cock at the entrance and rubbed it up and down, covering it in girl-slime.

“I want you to just TAKE ME and do it how you want.”

“Sounds perfect!” I whispered.

“I’m really relaxed, give it to me sweety.”

She was ready for #2 then! That made it easy.

Still I went slow for a bit to get the head of my dick inside. The pressure was strong, but I was dying to get my entire cock inside her without her stopping the act.

I teased my cock in and out an inch deep, over and over, more than fifty times. Then I began going just a fraction of an inch deeper on some strokes, and it went in but was tighter. I kissed her hard on the mouth, sucking her tongue and pushing mine to the back of her mouth. Then, all the sudden I let my weight fall on top of her lower body and I felt the strain of her pussy opening up.

If you’ve never experienced this, it will be one of the highlights of your life. The feeling of being the first guy in a girl’s young twat and feeling it squeezing so hard and then opening up is truly mind-blowing.

With Missy, her hymen opened up gradually to accommodate my thick seven-inch cock as she tensed up at the end and squeezed it deep in her canal, locking us up like dogs knotted together. She was gasping and breathing deep volumes of air, but she was smiling.

It happened sometimes with a virgin’s first time. The pain is bad, and she’ll tense up all the muscles in her body and twat at the same time, ensure your dick stays right where it is.

It was a minute before I could move out and in at all. The power I felt at that moment was incredible. Like a superhero!

“We did it! You took my virginity!”

“Yeah, finally, right? How does it feel now?”

“OK, it hurt for a short while, but now not much.”

“Good because I’m going to keep stretching it out.”

“OK, keep going, I want you to cum inside me.” She said smiling.

And that I did! I moved in and out about two inches. Her muscles were still gripping me tightly and I was just reveling in the astonishment of being the first guy in this beautiful girl’s teenage pussy.

I wondered what her mom felt like. It’d be even meatier. Probably a bit deeper. I was feeling Missy’s cervix and could bottom out easily. Her mom was a bit taller and I thought probably her birth canal was little longer.

The same perfume Missy shared with her mom allowed me to close my eyes for a few minutes and bang her softly, thinking about fucking her mom and her in the same bed alternatively. I worked myself up to a huge spew, and clenched Missy’s ass with both hands as I pounded her cunt hard for ten seconds, cumming like a gusher everything inside me I had to give. She was silent as I used her, but her hand had gone down to rub her clit while I was coming to grips with reality again.

Her hand vibrated really fast and I felt her pussy grip me and let go over and over as she came underneath me loudly. We’d never been very loud before because the car was not a good place for it. Here we could be as loud as we wanted, and she showed me just how intense that could be!

“I love you Jeremy!! I love how you’re my boyfriend…”

Wow. I hadn’t heard that yet. I hadn’t said it yet either. It came from nowhere, but of course I should have expected it. I just hadn’t been thinking about our relationship like that.

I didn’t say it back to her, which I know had an effect on her. How could it not?

Apparently, I was her first love. The first guy to be in her room. The first guy she felt like giving her virginity to. I’d been having sex for six years prior to this and I couldn’t even remember everyone I’d fucked. It’s a bit sad if you think about it now but I didn’t waste any time on it then!

We cleaned up in the shower. There wasn’t much blood, so it seems she was nearly ready for this. She probably had some womanly intuition. Or, maybe her mom told her to just go for it?

We tried for round two but she was just too sore. Better to let her recover so we could go at it hard another time. I was looking forward to doing her doggy-style and seeing her picture-perfect ass pointed up at me.

Ahh, the wonders of new ass!

We got ourselves dressed and she dropped me off at work. I sat at my desk trying to read the charts and notes from the other aides that day and I couldn’t think straight. The scene replayed over and over of her pussy giving way to my powerful cock and then cumming buckets inside her for the first time ever.

As I sat in the office daydreaming about vagina and depositing massive loads in teenagers, the phone rang.

“Hi, this is Jeremy.”

“Hi Jeremy, it’s Darla. Are you done reading the charts?”

“Not yet, another twenty minutes I think.”

“OK, fine. Can you meet me at the training room at 10:45?”

“Yes, of course. See you there.”

Holy shit!!!! This couldn’t be happening today, could it? Was I going to get another chance?

I put the phone down and almost ran to the restroom to clean up. Then I ran back to my office to get the bottled water to clean up with in case someone came in and saw me with my cock in the sink.

Then I ran back to the restroom and got a squirt of liquid soap and sat on a toilet lathering up my dick thoroughly and rinsing it off with the bottled water.

I didn’t smell anything, but you know the smell doesn’t really go away for days.

I walked quickly back to the office and read the charts as fast as possible. There was no way I could read everything in the short time I had, but I tried.

I could feel my cock already half-hard in my pants.

10:45 pm. came quickly and I raced up the steps and down the long hallway to the training room. I was surprised I had beaten her there for once.

I kept the lights off and waited near the door for her. I didn’t want to be so presumptuous as to wait on the bed for her.

She peeked in the glass window before opening the door.

“Hi Darla.” I said quietly as she walked in.

“Oh good, you’re here.” She said. “I just wanted to meet with you because we haven’t had a chance to talk.”

“Yeah, OK. Are you sure you want to talk?” I said, opening the way for her to start pulling off her clothes.

“Yes, just talk. The other night, that was just my hormones raging or something. I’m not sure what got into me.”

Shit.

“I just want to make sure you understand.”

Damn.

“Didn’t you enjoy it that night?” I whispered.

“Oh God yes. That was the most fun I’ve had in years.” She said, looking me straight in the eyes for the first time.

“It was incredible for me.” I admitted. “Even though I didn’t get to finish.”

She looked at me with a question in her eyes. It was enough. I saw it, and I knew the meaning of it. It meant she wasn’t sure at all what she was saying. It meant that if I pushed it, we could do it again.

“I uh, I know. I know that. I feel bad about that. But it’s…”

“But it’s what?” I asked while stepping toward her, holding her eyes with mine as we got very close.

“I have a problem in my pants nurse… can you help me?”

She raised her head and closed her eyes. Her mouth opened, and I was deep kissing her forcefully in a split second. Nurses were always in charge, I thought. They must have the urge to give up control sometimes. That’s what I saw in Nurse Darla’s eyes. She needed to give up control. She wanted me, younger by over a decade, to be in charge.

I realized it because I’d seen it before in a woman who loved to remain in control. Sometimes they don’t, and it’s usually during sex when they’ll experiment with a submissive role.

I locked the door behind her and led her to the restroom. I decided that we weren’t doing anything on the bed this time. This time, we were doing what I wanted to do so I led her away from the bed and straight into the john.

The light was on and she reached out to shut it off as we entered. I flipped it back on. I like to see the good parts, not peer through the darkness to guess at it.

Guys love to see it, don’t we? I pulled her into a toilet stall and sat her down on the closed lid. I pulled down my zipper and fished my cock out. I was semi-hard, maybe five-inches long and growing. I fed it to her as she obediently opened her mouth and sucked it like a real sub. She had that silly hat on and her white nurse uniform which added to my excitement.

Though nearly everyone had already left the building that was there for the day shift, there was always the possibility of someone coming to the door of the training room. Residents got lost all the time, some of them are even found wandering the highway in front of the building!

She was sucking me off eagerly now. Her resistance, futile. She knew what she had to do, and she was going to follow through with it.

The thing is, she thought she knew what I wanted. She didn’t know anything.

She didn’t know I’d just fucked her daughter’s virgin hole hours before. She didn’t know I just had her pubic hairs in my mouth. She didn’t know I’d just cum like a garden hose inside her precious daughter. And she didn’t know that I was going to cum inside her big pussy, and not her mouth!

Still, she sucked for all she was worth with that goal in mind.

It was always my dream to fuck multiple people within the same twenty-four hour period. What I mean is, one time I tried to fuck five different girls within the same one-day period. I made four, and I just couldn’t arrange it with the last fuck-friend I had. Four was OK, but five would be epic, I thought!

I had never even thought about the chance of fucking a mom and her daughter within the same day. Or even the same year or lifetime. Here I had the chance to do it just hours after I boned her daughter. I was definitely making this happen.

She may have figured out I had more in store for her when I put my hands down her skirt and reached her clit. She may have wondered why I was making her all wet if all I wanted to do was give her a dirty cum facial. She was smart, hell she was a nurse, she probably started to figure it out.

I rubbed her big clit between my middle and pointer fingers softly. She looked up at me as I did. My cock was fully hard now and slipping in and out of her mouth by five inches at a time. The look on her face as she realized I was in control, was priceless!

I grabbed my dick with my left hand to jerk off into her mouth a bit, teasing her with it, and making myself feel even more in control. Anything I did made me feel control over her, so I did all kinds of shit like running my hands down the back of her skirt, under her panties, and right up to her balloon-tight asshole. I pried it with my dry finger and she moaned a bit in protest. I reached around and dipped my middle finger in her drippy snatch and then put it right up her ass by two inches, lifting her well up off the toilet seat.

“Stand up and pull down your skirt.”

“What? I just…”

“Hurry up, we don’t have much time. Pull it down.”

I pulled my pants down around my ankles and my cock stood out in front of me like a proud soldier.

She did as I instructed and looked up at me like—what now?

I traded places with her and sat on the toilet seat, my rock-hard rod pointing to the ceiling.

“Straddle me.”

“I don’t think…”

“Spread your legs Darla and sit yourself down on my cock right now. I’m going to finish inside you this time.” I whispered.

She breathed in deeply as she stepped around the outsides of my knees and lowered herself down. I put her hand on my cock.

“You guide it in.” I told her.

I felt her grasp my cock hard and rub it around to find her hole. Her twat was so fleshy compared to her daughter, who already had plenty of labia herself, it was an amazing feeling, almost like a Shar-Pei dog with all the extra skin—you know?!

She breathed out in one very long breath as she sat her forty-some-year-old cunt down on my thick cock. I grabbed the side of her face and pulled it down to me and kissed her, jamming my tongue in her mouth.

“Ahhh, Jeremy…!” she whispered urgently.

I felt her big outer lips on my groin as she sat down fully on me. My balls were hanging between my legs and waiting for their chance to fill this hot mom’s canal.

Her cunt was nowhere near as tight as her daughter’s, but the mental factor had kicked in and provided all the necessary stimulation I required! I was fucking Missy’s mom on a goddamned toilet!

This day would go down in infamy, I was absolutely sure of it.

Feeling her hot breath on my face and her soggy snatch bouncing up and down slowly on my meat was pure heaven. It wasn’t quite enough though, so I gave her the reach-around and put my finger up her ass again. There! Now she was feeling it!

She quickened her pace up and down and switched to more of a rocking motion that jammed my finger deeper in her ass on the back swing and my cock deeper in her twat as she rocked forward. Her lips pursed, and her teeth clenched, and she looked at me like she was either going to kill me or have a heart attack herself!

In less than two minutes she was jackhammering me into the plastic toilet seat and I thought we’d both smash through it and end up in the shitter. I grabbed her face hard with my left hand and kissed her roughly just as she convulsed in a shudder while pitched all the way forward on my dick, grinding me like she was having some gut-wrenching convulsions.

At the same time, I jammed my middle finger all the way up her backside and she threw her head back and forth and twisting side to side as she rode waves of orgasm I could only hope to experience someday.

She sat there on my still very hard dick for five minutes and recovered. I could see some concern in her face that I hadn’t come yet.

“Stand up.” I said.

She stood up awkwardly. There was liquid cunt all over her legs, my legs, my dick, my balls, and the toilet seat and floor.

“Sit down here on the toilet.” I instructed.

She grabbed some toilet tissue and wiped the plastic seat off and sat down. The entire toilet stall smelled like her cunt and ass and I STILL didn’t get my orgasm yet.

“Here, this will be fun. I’ll give you a choice. Suck this clean for me and I’m going to do your pussy from behind, doggie. Or, choice number two, don’t suck it clean and I’m going to fuck your ass this time.”

“Oh, I can’t do it back there.”

“Up to you! OK, hurry up and suck it before your phone rings or something.”

She smiled at my coyness and went to work licking off every part of my groin that had been wet with her vaginal honey. She was smiling and making a show of it, which was good because finally she was getting into it a bit. Finally, she understood that I loved being in control of the situation.

“That’s good, now turn around and bend over.”

She turned around cautiously. Her skirt was dragging on the floor, but the restroom floor was spotless as usual. It wasn’t like it was THAT dirty in there. She bent over the toilet and grabbed some of the stainless-steel plumbing to brace herself.

“Raise your ass up some more.” I said. I was absolutely loving the view of her doing that.

She straightened her legs a bit more and bent over even further. Her head was on the back of the toilet seat.

I stuck my finger in her ass first, giving her a scare as she thought I was going backdoor!

“It’s just my finger, relax.”

With that, I plunged into her creamy slit from behind and grabbed two fistfuls of ass and pounded away for my pure pervy pleasure and mental satisfaction.

Her hat had come undone and was hanging off the back of her head by a hair pin or something.

I realized I hadn’t so much as touched her tits yet, so with my right hand I reached under her top and pulled her bra away and latched on to her right nipple, squeezing hard to the point where it must have been very uncomfortable, while at the same time finger-fucking her tight ass with the middle finger of my left hand. This while fucking her hard from behind and feeling my balls crashing into her hamstrings.

At the very instant I began pulsing with cum, I thought about Missy’s tight little bleeding twat and banging her mom on the same fateful night. It was all I needed to send me smashing against Darla’s ass and cumming like a sex fiend.

“Grab my balls quick!”

She had a hell of a time balancing with her head on the toilet seat, but like a champ she reached back and milked my nuts up and down to ensure a total white-wash of her nearly forty-year-old womb.

Looking down at her asshole staring up at me and winking, I was sure that one day I’d be taking that too. Then I had an absolutely batshit crazy thought…

What if I was able to fuck Missy’s ass AND her mom’s ass on the same day?

I laughed to myself about how deranged I could be, and Darla giggled about something too.

We peaked outside the restroom stall door cautiously. Nobody around. Of course, there wouldn’t be, the damn door to the training room was locked, but we weren’t thinking straight yet.

We both washed off in the sink for ten minutes, trying in vain to eliminate any trace of body fluids.

I made my way quickly back down to my office and she snuck down the back staircase to the front entrance where the security guy on duty let her out the back door where her car was parked.

It was only twenty minutes later when Clint showed up with that knowing smile.

“Ah, there you are! I wondered where you’d gone. I came up to see you a couple of times. I uh, I had another early briefing today with Nurse Darla. Apparently, she had something else planned for you.”

We both laughed like fools, and I sent his ass on his way back down to his own office, but not before he tried to smell my hands!

That was one of my favorite nights ever. At least for a while.

I figured I’d be banging Missy some more until I left for school in Florida, and then we’d say our sad goodbyes.

Well, Missy and I did continue to have some fun in the evenings, right up until she showed me her pregnancy test two weeks after our first fuck. She had just started the pill and well, sometimes it doesn’t work that well. Sometimes maybe someone forgets to take a pill in the beginning when it isn’t part of her routine. Who knows what happened? Suddenly the world had turned upside down.

She wasn’t having an abortion, she was sure of that. Did I think we’d be together forever? She asked me.

Holy hell.

So we were in the middle of deep conversations about this for days. Was I going to take her with me to school in Florida? Was I going to forget school and go to work here? Was I going to be working full-time at the care home?

My world was in a tailspin.

Then one day about 3:30 pm. shortly after I’d woken up, Missy called to ask what I was doing later that day. We made plans to eat some tacos at our favorite place. Right before she hung up the phone she said… “Oh my, I can’t believe I forgot to tell you this already!…

“You’ll never believe it but, MY MOM IS PREGNANT TOO!”

HOLEEEEY FUUUUUUCKKK!

“Jeremy?”

“Hey, are you still there?”

“You must have been cut off. If you can hear me, I’ll see you at 6 pm. to pick you up.”

“I Love you!”

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MY BOOK LIST

As you probably already know, most of Jeremy’s short erotica stories are based on real-life events. The books below are no exception, and with very little changed except the obvious like names and places involved. You can buy the books below individually and you can also find volumes of stories packed together with one special price at Amazon. If you want to see the entire list of Jeremy’s available books, just visit: JeremyWahl.com.

BOOKS BY JEREMY WAHL

* Jeremy’s 30 Dating and Sex Tips for Men

* Jeremy’s Asian Erotica

* Thai Ladyboy Stories – a Creamy Compilation

* Vol 1 – First Time Sex with an 18-YEAR-OLD in BANGKOK

* Vol 2 – First Time Sex with a BLACK GIRL

* Vol 3 – First Time Sex with a PREGNANT TEEN

* Vol 4 – First Time Sex with a BLACK GILF

* Vol 5 – First Time Sex with an ASIAN GILF

* Vol 6 – First Time Sex with a HOT MILF

* Vol 7 – First Time Sex in the COLLEGE LIBRARY

* Vol 8 – First Time Sex with TWO GIRLS

* Vol 9 – First Time Sex TABOO (Anal Sex)

* Vol 10 – First Time Sex with a BIG BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

* Vol 11 – First Time Sex in a PUBLIC PLACE

* Vol 12 – First Time Sex in an ASIAN SPA

* Vol 13 – First Time Sex with a KYRGYZSTANI GIRL

* Vol 14 – First Time Sex with a JAPANESE SEDUCTRESS (mom!)

* Vol 15 – First Time Sex with an INDONESIAN GIRL

* Vol 16 – First Time Sex with a HAWAIIAN GIRL

* Vol 17 – First Time Sex with a BRAZILIAN MILF

* Vol 18 – First Time Sex with a MARRIED WOMAN

* Vol 19 – First Time Sex with a FILIPINA GIRL

* Vol 20 – First Time Sex with a WOMAN with DD CUPS

* Vol 21 – First Time Sex with a SQUIRTER

* Vol 22 – First Time Sex as an ADULT PORN PRODUCER

* Vol 23 – First Time Sex with a SUBMISSIVE MARINE

* Vol 24 – First Time Sex with a WOMAN UNDER HYPNOSIS

* Vol 25 – First Time Sex with a PROSTITUTE in a CAR

* Vol 26 – First Time Sex with a LADYBOY in THAILAND

* Vol 27 – First Time Sex with my LADYBOY STUDENT

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