Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 15:26:18 +0000
From: J. W <kewtieboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Understanding Sarah

UNDERSTANDING SARAH

bi/group/voyeur/anal/teen

Story by kewtieboy

A teenage schoolboy with a crush on a girl at his school discovers that,
far from being the demure young girl he thought she was, has a secret
life that he soon joins and enjoys too.



She was the stuff of my fantasies. Sarah was not in my class at school
but was the same age as me. I would watch her in the playground. She was
a late developer so didn't have the large breasts of her other
classmates and yet, she seemed to have a maturity above her years. I
suppose that was it -- she looked younger and acted older!

Strangely she had friends around her but never seemed close. She didn't
laugh as much and always seemed distracted -- as though she had more
important things to do! Her hair was medium brown to blonde and cut a
medium length, a few inches above her shoulders. It didn't look styled
and yet it was always in place. She was about 5 feet 2 inches tall and
always wore uniform. For us, that was dark blue blazer and grey
skirt/trousers with a white blouse/shirt and the school striped tie. I
always thought the uniform covered what little breast she had but her
shape under it looked great to me. There was the promise of an almost
boy-like body with a pronounced bottom at the back.

Sarah played such an important part in my wanking sessions at night. I
wondered how hairy she was down there, I wondered if my cock would fit
her, how far in it would go, how long I could hold on if I ever did fuck
her? She would be tight, I felt sure.

I didn't, or couldn't let my friends know. Sarah was considered quite
plain by my friends and was discounted in their conversations about
"girls most likely to..." It was her plainness that really got me going.
A kind of "English Rose," look. You felt that if she heard the word
"cock," it would give her a heart attack!

I had spoken to her a few times and she seemed to like me but there was
always this distance in her eyes. Lads of 14 are not always known for
their communication skills and I was no exception. That was me by the
way, a lad of 14! Jonathan (or Jon to most), I was inexperienced, a bit
gauche, 5 feet 9 inches, blonde to brown hair which had a mind of its own
and dressed as was expected by the school in similar attire to Sarah with
trousers replacing the skirt, of course! My experience was limited in
everything. My hormones were going wild and my cock seemed to produce
semen whether I helped it along the way or not. As far as contact with
others sexually, that was a bit limited. I was at this time prepared to
have sex with anything that breathed but couldn't seem to get round to
it.

Dave, my friend at school had helped me from time to time in the wooded
area between my house and the school, and the pair of us had wanked
ourselves silly in what I now know as "mutual masturbation." OK, I had
even sucked his cock as he had asked me to. I didn't mind it really and
to be honest, I would have sucked his dad's or even licked out his
sister or mother, the way my hormones were going. I had a semi-erection
most of the day and Dave helped me stop my head blowing off. Oh and there
was Steve. He was 2 years younger than me, red hair and specs. He was
considered a geek but at the end of the day, he was happy to suck my cock
and I his. He was surprisingly well developed and I was quite turned on
by his carrot red pubic hair. For 12 he could spray a thin jet of cum
further than anyone I have seen since.

So I was playing around with my pals, and I did look at other guys
thinking what they might look like naked, but I was straight. As far as
females my record is limited. A feel at Lyndsey Payne was really about
it. She let me put my hand up her skirt and I got my finger into her. It
felt really nice, warm and wet. My other hand was stroking her right tit
through her blouse and she squeezed the front of my school trousers, just
as I shot a load into my underpants. That was it really. She was a bit
annoyed and didn't let me near her again.

Where was I? Ah, Sarah! So I had watched her, wanked over thoughts of
her, and talked to her three times. I wasn't a bad looking guy so
perhaps she would let me take her out? I plucked up courage and asked one
Thursday.

"That's very kind of you Jonathan," She said, "But I have things to
do tonight and my parents like me to help look after my little brother at
weekends so I only get a few hours off at night on weekdays." "Perhaps
some other time?" "I am not sure if I'm the sort of girl you want or
you the sort of boy I want."

It seemed an odd thing to say. After she walked back into class, I was
really rejected then it dawned on me -- she was meeting someone else
after school! I made up my mind to follow her and see.

When the bell rang for end of class, I was first out of class and
actually almost first out of school. I waited in a doorway nearby for
Sarah to appear. When she did, I let her pass and started to follow at a
discreet distance. At the second junction, she turned left in the
opposite direction from her home. I was getting more jealous by the
minute.

She walked briskly for about a mile, school satchel over her shoulder and
then stopped and looked over her shoulder. I ducked out of sight. When I
looked up, she had gone. I ran up to where I had seen her last and all I
could see was a row of shops. The closest was a photographers shop run by
some Asian or Arabs. It was not the most attractive shop and it had a
house above it which entered by the side and probably from inside too.
Next to that was a hairdressers but I could see the entire shop and she
wasn't there. After that was a newsagent and again, I could see she
wasn't there.

I went back and looked into the photographers shop and young guy looked
out at me. He was about 20 or so and as I looked over, another Arab
looking young guy brushed past me, entered the shop and turned the sign
to "closed." He and the first guy went into the back shop and
disappeared. So that ruled the photographers shop out. I ran ahead and
looked round the corner but the street was full of houses with small
gardens and really there was nowhere for Sarah to have gone. I gave up
and went home to the pleasures of my right hand and a sick, jealous
feeling.

The following week, on Tuesday, I saw Sarah at school and spoke.

"Are you free any nights this week," I asked?

"Sorry Jonathan," She said, "I have a lot to do at home right now and
am only free on Tuesday and Thursday, and both these days are occupied."
"I'm not sure I'm the sort you would like," She again repeated.

I decided there and then to find out what was occupying her life on those
nights and repeated the previous Thursday's procedure of shooting out of
school first and waiting. The trouble is I made the stupid mistake of
ducking out of sight again when she looked round and when I looked up she
had gone once more. Again, I ran up and looked into the photographers and
this time there were four guys talking. The same two as the previous
time, an older guy of about 35 and a schoolboy of my age or perhaps a
year older in a school uniform from another school. Again they looked at
me rather menacingly and turned the sign before closing the shop. I ran
ahead and once more could not see Sarah. This was not the best part of
town as it was occupied mainly by various immigrant communities,
predominantly Bangla-Deshi, Pakistani and a few other cultures. These
guys looked Middle Eastern or perhaps Turkish.

There was no sign of her. I slipped up a path at the side of the small
row of shops but couldn't see her. I then walked up to the rear of the
shops and saw there were two small windows but quite a bit higher than I
was. I tried to look in but the first had a curtain over it and the
second seemed to look into a photography studio where I presume, portrait
photos were taken. I was nervous so, as no one was visible, I left and
waited across the street in a bus shelter.

It was almost two hours later and I was freezing cold, when I saw Sarah
slip out of the photography shop alone. She looked a little flustered and
guilty but quickly composed herself and headed back towards her home. I
followed for good measure and she went straight home.

At night I lay and thought, "Perhaps Sarah is having some photos taken
for her mother or father?" "Perhaps Sarah has a part-time job cleaning
in the shop?" "Perhaps Sarah knows the family and is doing some charity
work?" "Perhaps Sarah is doing something she is guilty of?"

The fourth option got me going. I HAD to find out, but how?

I couldn't follow Sarah on the Thursday so over the following weekend, I
paid a visit to the shop on the Saturday and watched the comings and
goings. It seemed a regular business with kids coming for portraits and
couples booking wedding photos. I saw the four guys at various times and
had to admit, found them all quite good looking in their own way. I
presumed the 15 year old was the boyfriend and she was ashamed to go out
in public with him. He looked taller than me and quite athletic. His dark
skin suggested he was perhaps from Turkey. Neither he, not the other men
had facial hair, which suggested they were not Arab (but who was I to
know what Arabs looked like).

I went back later on Sunday night and on the way, collected an upturned
crate which I took round to the back of the shops and placed against the
windows. It was late Autumn and it was getting dark by 6.00 pm so I was
able to set things up. The back of the shops had a small yard with trees
at the bottom which shielded the area I was in from the houses behind. I
climbed up and looked into the building. The smaller of the two windows
looked into a toilet shower room with a shower cubicle and a small
toilet. The second window was larger and had curtains which did not meet
in the middle even when closed and they looked into some kind of studio.
There was a high stool with a screen behind, some lights on pedestals and
a large foam mattress with a pvc cover on the floor. The cover was dark
blue and matched the background of the screens and wall. This was
obviously to give an abstract setting to any photographs taken. In the
failing light, I could not make out much more. The lights from the house
above cast a soft yellow light into the yard which was allowing me to see
the little I could.

I caught a glimpse of some movement and one of the Arab looking guys came
into the toilet area naked except for a towel round his waist. He turned
on the shower and started to check the water temperature. I felt my cock
twitch as I realised I was going to see the guy naked. This guy was about
18 and very athletic. He had some small hairs on his chest and a "7
o'clock shadow" on his chin which made him look older. He dropped the
towel and I saw an enormous long circumcised cock. Soft, it looked about
5 inches. His had a lot of hair down there which covered most of his
balls. He stepped into the shower cubicle and started to wash. My cock
was solid and straining as I watched him. The cubicle started to steam up
but I could still clearly make out his shape. He was soaping his cock and
balls and I could see the outline as the monster got bigger. He didn't
masturbate it, just stroke it as he washed himself. I waited until he was
finished and watched as this stunning young guy got out of the shower and
I could see the beautiful monster in all its glory. I could only guess
but I was sure it was at least 9 inches long. Another older man came in
fully dressed. He had a similar image but looked to be about 28 or so. As
he walked in he talked to the first guy and gripped his stiff cock,
giving it a few pseudo-masturbatory strokes. The young guys smiled at him
and groped the older guy's crotch through his trousers before going out
of the room and my sight. The older guy went over to the toilet bowl and
fished out his cock to have a piss. At least his cock looked of normal
size!

He idly looked up at the window and I had to duck down quickly and
overbalanced, falling the few feet on to the overgrown grass. I lay there
catching my breath in the dark and looked to see my cock sticking hard
against the inside of my trousers. I had an overwhelming urge to take my
cock out and wank there but fear got the better of me and I picked myself
up to head back out by the side of the building. I was just coming into
the light of the street when someone blocked my path.

"Ah so here is our peeping Tom," Said the tall dark skinned guy. "Come
in and join us!"

He took me firmly by the hand and led me into the shop, the door of which
was open though it was dark inside. The light fanned through from the
rear of the premises. We went through the rear, studio area where the 18
year old guy was standing, the guy in his twenties, still slightly damp,
stood naked with a towel wrapped round him and the third guy, who had
brought me in, looked to be in his thirties. All were very handsome and
somehow not scary, though I was frightened of what I was going to say as
excuse.

"So what were you looking for" Said the guy who had brought me in?

I mumbled something about wanting to do photographic work and wondering
about their studio area.

"So you want to take pictures or be in them," He said?

The answer really was "neither," but I said, "Both."

"As you can see, we have a photographers shop but we also run a little
club for local people keen on all aspects of photography from taking
pictures to being in pictures. We do still and video work here in our
studio." "My name is Ahmet," He said. "I am from Turkey and so is my
partner, Ali." "The person you were so keenly watching through the
window is Mo, who is from Egypt." "Did you enjoy watching," he asked
as I blushed. He continued," Watching is an important part of
photography as you need to see what you want to photograph."

He signed to Mo, who dropped his towel and stood before me naked. His
long cock was still semi-erect.

"This is a fine body to photograph don't you think?"

I blushed again.

"You are a fine looking young man and would make an excellent model."
"We have some fair ladies but all our male members are dark skinned or
black." "Strip off your top and let us have a look at you."

In one step, Mo walked across, pulled off my jacket and sweatshirt and
unclipped my jeans which fell to the floor. I automatically stepped out
of them after removing my shoes and stood ungainly in my tight grey
shorts and dark socks. The Egyptian's semi hard cock brushed against my
hand more that once and he then stood behind me as if to instruct what
they wanted. I felt a slight stirring in my loins at this erotic
situation.

Ahmet asked me to stand against the white backdrop. "Take off your socks
please," He said. "Such white skin." " You will make a good model for
us I think."

I blushed and again felt Mo press against my buttock. My cock stirred
more and I was aware that my erection was showing. If they noticed they
said nothing. As quickly as it had begun, I was asked to dress and Mo
wrapped his towel round himself again.

"Would you like to come and join our meeting tomorrow -- Monday," He
said.

In my mind, I thought that strange as Sarah came on a Tuesday but I was
highly eroticised and I didn't exactly know why. Something secret was
going on and Sarah was part of it. I remembered her saying if I knew what
she was like, I would not want to be with her but I was excited and I had
a feeling if it was something naughty, I would want to be with her more.

I said my goodbyes and left. Though I saw Sarah at school the following
day, I said nothing about joining the photography group.

That afternoon, I made my way along to the shop. It was still open and
trading when I arrived but I was ushered in by Ahmet like a long lost
friend.

"You must be feeling quite grubby after a long day, why don't you have
a shower in the back shop," He said. "If you are modelling you must be
fresh so make sure you are clean."

"How kind," I thought.

I showered and dried then put my school uniform back on. By the time I
finished the shop was closing as it was 5.00 pm. Ali appeared so there
was the three of us.

"Some of our other members will be joining us in a few minutes and we
will be talking about the ways to photograph the human body," Said Ali.

At that some faces appeared at the shop door and five older men came in.
I would put them in their forties. All were Asian.

Behind them, the young Turkish looking boy of about 15 came in and
introduced himself to me. "My name is Osman and I have come to model at
the same time as you." "I have done lots of modelling for the group
since I was 12 and I love doing it." "I think you will too!"

I immediately liked him. His white teeth were dazzling and though he was
quite well built he had a slight softness which I found almost
attractive. He wore a school uniform too but I did not recognise the
badge.

Everyone took seats and all had cameras. Some on tripods and some hand
held.

I was introduced and it was announced that they should take it easy with
me as I was new. I stood in the bright light. Ali immediately stripped to
the waist and stood in track suit bottoms only. At that, Mo also entered
in a pair of white shorts and a vest and gave me a wave.

As I stood, I was told to act naturally and they started clicking.
Instructions were shouted to Osman and I and he did everything naturally.

He was asked to undo my tie for me and I his and then to unbutton my
shirt and remove it. I did the same to him. We would stop and pictures
would be taken then we continued until we were both in underwear. Osman
had briefs that looked a little out of date by my standard but I was
aware that his cock was hard. As soon as that happened, mine started to
grow in spite or, or perhaps because of the attention. He stood in the
same position Mo had the previous day, behind me with his cock sticking
into my buttock. One of the men, a tall guy, got up and came across to
adjust us and while he did, he adjusted the front of my shorts, putting
his fingers into the leg area to pull them slightly down. His fingers
touched my hard cock and then my balls and my prick jumped. He then put
his hand completely in and adjusted my erection.

"Help him Osman," He said.

Osman came round and stood to face me. He pulled my cock out completely
and in one swift move knelt in front of me and swallowed my cock. I
staggered back and looked at all the faces. All were engrossed and
snapping. Excitement overwhelmed me and I gripped Osman's head to push
him further on to my cock. That was the signal and all around me men were
dropping trousers and cocks were withdrawn. Eight hard adult cocks were
around us. While Ahmet kept snapping, the men all came around us and
started to feel us both. I could feel a hard cock on my bottom and Osman
was happily slurping between three cocks including mine.

I was completely stripped and Osman and I asked politely to lie on the
mattress. Osman had hardly let me go and was sucking me as much as he
could. My cock was over 6 inches so would have seemed large to him. I
think the foreskin also excited him as he rolled it round in his mouth. A
man offered me his cock and I took it in my mouth. The sensation was
wonderful. I stroked his hairy balls. I was lying down with Osman sucking
my cock on all fours with his little bum in the air. Mo stepped forward
and said something in Arabic. Osman nodded. Mo then grabbed a small tube
and started to insert his fingers into Osman's bum hole using the
contents. Osman writhed in pleasure moaning all the time. Mo then
lubricated his monster cock, pulled a condom on and lubricated again. I
could not believe what was happening.

Osman rolled on to his back and lifted his legs as Mo knelt between them.
Mo pulled me round and asked me to watch. His cock stood stiff at the
entrance to Osman's arse and I felt sure it would never enter. Then the
head disappeared. Within two to three minutes, all of Mo was in Osman and
my fingers were caressing the stiff cock as it rode. One of the 40 year
old men came and lifted me. He rolled a condom on to me and bent to offer
me his arse. I didn't need a second telling. I was going to fuck.

He knelt doggy fashion and I was in him without any delicacy. He gasped
as I hammered his hole while holding his hips. I noticed Ali watching as
he pointed to himself as if to say "Me next."

I gripped the man under me and wanked as I fucked. Ali came over and
asked to replace him and soon, without even changing condoms, I was in
Ali. I lay with Ali partly on top of me facing upwards and hammering his
arsehole. All around me were the others including Mo and Osman who
watched and wanked.

I screamed, "I'm can't hold it, I'm going to cum!"

Like a signal, a downpour of cum started as in turn, everyone shot their
load over Ali and I. This was new to me and as some went in my mouth I
swallowed without thinking and went over the edge screaming.

Never in my life did I orgasm as I did. Ali's jet of thin cum arced back
and landed on my face too and little Osman knelt so shot on my neck and
face. In the haze I could see Ahmet filming the whole event and I
realised I was now a porn star!!

Little Osman, knelt, licking the cum off me which I found most odd but he
seemed to relish.

"Well trained is Osman," Said Ahmet, and everyone laughed.

"Do you like the girls too" He asked me?

"Until 30 minutes ago I thought I only liked girls," I spluttered.

"Good," He said, "Come back tomorrow and watch more fun."

My mind suddenly turned to Sarah and I realised I was going to see her
having sex. Even having just cum, my cock started to grow.

"This one looks like a good recruit," Said Ali as he pointed at my cock
rising yet again!

The following day at school I saw Sarah. She looked as beautiful as ever
and I couldn't even begin to think that she might be doing the sort of
things I had been -- even though I hoped she would. The thought of her
handling my cock brought a rush of blood that only thinking of our ageing
maths teacher managed to suppress.

Whether Sarah was going to be there or not, my cock spent the day rising
and falling at the drop of a hat and, at the end of school day it took me
all my time not to rush straight round there. I decided to play it cool
and arrive once everyone was in place and whatever was going to happen,
was happening.

I arrived just before 5.00pm and found the shop door locked. It took some
hammering before I saw Mo's head pop round the back door. He nodded and
disappeared, arriving back a few minutes later wearing shorts, trainers
and a t-shirt. It was obvious to me, he had been naked when he looked
round.

"We thought you had chickened out," He said.

"I was nervous but decided I had to come," I lied.

"O.K. you go and shower and just leave your clothes off as everyone else
is naked anyway," He replied.

My cock was already on the rise as I rushed to the shower. Once clean, I
ventured into the back room and found myself at the back of around 15
guys of all ages and all with varying coloured skin. It was dark but the
central area was very well lit and I could see naked flesh on the
mattress. Mo caught my arm and pushed my hand on to his massive hard
cock.

"This is going up Leslie," He said.

"Leslie," I asked in a puzzled way.

He nodded to the illuminated action and I saw a stunning blonde girl of
about 16 being fucked by Rajiv, a 20 year old Indian boy who had a
fabulous body. His tight buttocks were pumping up and down as her white
flesh was wrapped round his body.

"You can have the other girl if you want," He said.

I look alongside Leslie and saw Sarah on her knees with her back to me
being fucked by a guy of about 45, doggy fashion. He was pumping at her
and I realised that all the sexual expletives I could hear were emanating
from her mouth.

"That's it, fuck me harder." "God I love your black cock in me."
"Jeesus I'm going to cum soon, just keep fucking me!"

"Come on," Said Mo, let's party.

I realised that with luck, I could get up behind Sarah without her
recognising me. Mo and I approached and I tapped the older guy as I
pulled a condom on my cock. Mo stretched one over his monster and asked
Rajiv to move over. Both moved swiftly.

As Sarah started to turn to see who was there, I gently swivelled her
head back to face forward and whispered, "I'm going to give you the
fuck of your life."

"Oh yes, please." She groaned.

What I didn't tell her is that it was going to be the fuck of my life
too -- the first one. My cock, at just under 7 inches was bigger than
Rajiv's so I pressed it against her opening and it started to slide in
quite easily. She was soaking wet. Within a minute, I was in her to the
hilt and started to fuck. Once again she started to scream the same words
she had used with Rajiv.

"God that's big -- fuck me please!"

I held her shoulders and started to pump. The only thing stopping an
instant orgasm was the presence of 14 or so wanking guys around me. I
held her buttock open and eased my cock into her moist vagina from the
back and she was loving it. "I was fucking Sarah!"

This was beyond my wildest dreams and I felt I should do as much as I
could before she realised it was me, in case she disapproved. I pulled
out and went down between her legs to lick her. At the same time I
flipped her on to her back and immediately opened her legs wide so she
couldn't see my face as I stuck my tongue well up into her lubricated
channel. All the time she whimpered and screamed and swore and writhed.

I saw her eyes were closed to I quickly moved up to lie on top of her
face to face and implanted my cock once more up to the hilt. I took her
right breast in my mouth and started to lick around the stiff nipple,
moving on to the left one and then cupping them both together.

"I'm cumming, "She screamed, as I realised I was heading in the same
direction.

Two older guys stood at our heads looking down and masturbating. I knew
what was coming. As she reached orgasm, her eyes opened and she looked
straight at me. There was a moment of puzzlement, then disbelief before
the wave hit her and I started to pump my cum into her. Wetness hit our
faces as the two men emptied their balls on to us. I was acquiring a
taste for this as I looked up and opened my mouth slightly to catch some
of the jets firing out of our dark skinned audience. I wondered how many
of them had children our age.

"JON!!!!"

Hearing my name jolted me back to the presence.

"What the fuck," She shouted!

"What A fuck," I replied.

She started laughing. "You can say that again!"

I kissed her fully on the mouth and put my tongue down her throat. The
taste of cum mixed with the taste of Sarah. Already my cock was moving
slowly upwards and I was still inside her.

When I pulled back, she said," I do this because I love sex, so this
does not make us anything but a couple who love fucking."

"Suits me," I said.

She laughed again as I heard Mo scream. He was cumming and pulled his
cock out of Leslie, ripped off the condom and stood over her. Without
thinking I dived over and put my mouth in line with his cock as the
strong jet of thin cum fired and missed my mouth. It hit my cheeks, then
my hair, before I managed a full jet into my mouth! I then wrapped my
mouth over his cock and started to suck him as he continued to cum. I
figured he must have squirted around 9 or 10 times and I swallowed what I
could to an applause from around us and a disbelieving Sarah.

"You are ambidextrous," She said!

"Not quite the right word, "I replied, "But it'll do."

Once everyone realised I knew Sarah, they wanted me to show my dexterity.
Ali, the 18 year old walked to the front and started to suck my semi-limp
cock as Sarah watched. Osman appeared holding his little cut dick in his
hand and the pair of them had me hard in seconds. Ali stood in front of
me, I kneeled and took his solid rod in my mouth and sucked it. I felt
Osman at the rear and had a feeling I knew what might be coming. His
little fingers rubbed something into my butt hole and then I felt a
finger insert followed by something small, but bigger than a finger.
Osman was fucking me. It didn't hurt! It felt odd but it didn't hurt. I
thought of Mo and wondered if I could ever make it to take him.

Osman rolled me on to my side and fucked me lying sideways and Leslie was
brought over. She was a year older than Sarah and had long blonde hair
and bigger breasts. She lay on her back and pointed for me to enter her.
My cock still had the full condom on it and I withdrew from Osman and as
she lay on her back with her legs open, and in full view of Sarah, I
fucked her. Sarah was busily sucking Ali anyway. At this point, I felt
Osman return to the job in hand and start to fuck me. The entire group
walked forward and watched us, cocks in hand.

I wasn't quite ready to cum but as the first jet of warm cum landed on
me, the build up started. By the third, I was almost there and by the
seventh or eighth, I heard Osman grunt as he emptied his load in my arse
and I fired mine into Leslie. Still the cum sprayed over us and by the
time I pulled out I must have looked a sorry state. A full condom
dwindling on my cock and my entire face and back covered in semen. Out of
the corner of my eye, I saw Ahmed zoom in on me with his video camera but
I was past caring.

I insisted on walking Sarah home. She confessed to a level of debauchery
that almost had my sore cock swelling again. We became inseparable
friends and also insatiable members of the "photography club." Over the
next few years we enjoyed sex in so many guises that it would take too
long to explain. Our videos paid Ahmet handsomely, I am sure and he did
give us gifts and money for meals out which we enjoyed. We did it for the
sex.

I am 26 now and Sarah and I have moved on. We have been married for 4
years and have no children. Our swinging lifestyle and performance level
has made us very popular and I can't see any way of it changing in the
foreseeable future.


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