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Written: 13 November 2019
Angel or Devil?
Story Code: Mm/F, M/F, m/f, M/g, Public Sex, Underage, Incest, Anal, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism I was a little angel at school, a real goody two shoes in fact. I always did my best in class, I wasn't a straight 'A' student but I always did my best. I'd never been in trouble in the seven years I'd been at school until one day, I was walking through the staff car park because I'd been to the shop opposite the school for some essential supplies. I knew that students were not allowed to walk through the staff car park but I needed the supplies and I needed to get into school by the shortest route so as to get into class on time. As I walked past the last car on the left, I saw something glinting on the floor at the side of the car's front wheel and even though I was in a hurry I stopped to pick it up. I was looking at what looked like a damaged ring spanner, the end of the ring had been cut away, it looked like it could have been thrown away but I would still take it to the office at mid morning break. I was still looking at the spanner as I walked into the main school building. "You girl...what do you have there?" "Some kind of spanner Miss...just found it at the side of the..." I looked over my shoulder, "...red Citroen over there!" Well, long story short, I'd been spotted bent over at the side of our head mistress' car with a special spanner for working on brake pipes and the police were called in. Mrs Pedley's brake pipes had been loosened off so that every time the brakes were used a little fluid would escape until the brakes stopped working all together. It wasn't me but someone had tried to kill the woman and I was getting the blame. There wasn't enough evidence against me for the Director of Public Persecutions to go to court with but there was enough for Mrs Pedley to expel me. There was a rush to find me alternative education, my parents didn't want me at home all day, one of them would have to stay home to look after me or they would have to pay out to have me looked after during school time. All the other girls' schools within reach of my house had already turned me down, even the sink school, the local comprehensive had refused me. Out of the blue I was invited in for an interview; the school had just seven classrooms around a central hall. I'd been to the school before, when I was five years old, the school had been Saint Bernadette's Primary School for Girls. I'd spent two years at that school before the government closed it down and tried to force the students from St. Bernadette's into the mixed primary school on the other side of the town but my parents had found me another all girl primary school to go to that was much further away. My old school turned out to be one of the new 'Free' schools that were springing up all over the country, not free school because they didn't cost money...free because they were free of government interference, they didn't have to stick to curriculum guidelines. Some of the free schools specialised in dance or music, some drama, sport or science. The name at the gate gave nothing away, just, 'Kettering Academy', they usually mentioned something about what the academy was about but this school had nothing more than the simple name. Walking into the main hall was like stepping back in time to when I was five years old. The headmaster...now that was my first shock...I'd never had a male teacher before, never mind a male headmaster. The headmaster introduced himself as Tom Bannerman and he questioned me about my past, he knew that I'd been expelled from my last school, he also had my 'Crime' in front of him and I had to give him chapter and verse of what happened in my own words. I told him the truth but he didn't believe me, in the end he left me and went out to the car park, I saw him routle about in his boot for a moment before returning with a large toolbox. He placed the tool box on the floor in front of me, "Show me the kind of spanner you found on the floor!"
I went to reach down into the toolbox but stopped, I took a pencil out of my briefcase and used it to flick through the various contents of the toolbox drawers. I spotted something that looked familiar and found a tissue and used it to protect my fingers as I picked up a ring spanner. "It looked like this but this bit..." I pointed gingerly at the end of the ring as if it were about to bite me, "...had been cut out leaving about a five millimetre gap." He leaned forward and poked around in the toolbox, "Like this?" I looked at it, "Yes, I think so...how did you get it?" He smiled at me, "This isn't the same spanner, every car mechanic owns at least one of these spanners, they are actually made this way to change brake pipes on cars." He showed me the spanner as he held it in his right hand, "The cut away section is to allow the spanner to slip over the brake pipe." I gave him an awkward grin and shook my head, "It's like a foreign language to me...I'm sorry." There was the sound of a bell, I looked at my watch, it was eleven twenty, the last period before lunch was about to start and I expected to see students moving around between classes. The teachers moved around from one class to the next but the students were all still in the classrooms. I looked at the teachers moving from one class to the next and must have looked confused. "I know that it is unusual but all the students in this school have been expelled in the past and to reduce the chance of anyone making trouble, the students stay in their classroom and the teachers move around from room to room." Well, that was how it usually worked in primary school or rather, the kids and their teacher just usually stopped together in the one room. The interview was over, there had been no questions about my likes or dislikes in school, no question about what lessons I excelled at. He offered me his right hand, the hand that he had just been holding an oil covered spanner in. I tried to avoid shaking his hand but in the end I just closed my eyes and shook but as soon as I let go of his hand I asked if I could use the bathroom. I was officially invited to join the Kettering Academy student body by letter. The letter was addressed to me and it came from Tom and in the letter he addressed me as Sarah. Monday morning, eight thirty, room five, desk twenty-eight. Now that set me thinking, no timetable, no lesson plan or even outline lesson plan. I was confused about what to expect, nothing had been mentioned about sports, no mention of PE or school uniform...nothing, just that I had to turn up at school at eight-thirty. There was a telephone number on the letter so I called it, "Major Bannerman's office...how may I help you?" I was stunned into silence for a moment, "I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong number." "Are you a past student...current student or prospective student at The Kettering Academy?" "Future...I'm due to start there on Monday morning but the letter I got was a little light on information." "What do you think was missing?" "Well, for a start there was no mention of school uniform...every school in Northamptonshire has to have a school uniform!"
"There are few rules on clothing, the teachers give new students a week to get their heads around the few rules that there are but if you want a heads up, anything and everything is okay just so long as there are no visible designer labels or advertising logos, if you insist on having a T-shirt or jacket with printing on it, it must be respectful and profanity free. One tip, check your shoes, even standard 'Clarks' school sandals often have the manufacturers name visible so they would be banned." "Can I ask something?" "Sure...what?" "You said Major Bannerman when you first answered the phone...what's that all about?" There was a slight snigger, "Tom is a former army officer, he had put his pension into the Academy, all of the teachers are former army officers who have been retrained as teachers." Now that bothered me, Tom Bannerman had already told me that every student in The Academy had been expelled from other schools...like me...so having a staff of former soldiers could be a nightmare of a disciplinary regime. I turned up on Monday morning, I was early and found that all the students were inside the school building...not playing out in the playground as we would have been in a typical school. My class room had thirty students, fifteen double desks and looking at the posted seating plan, there were fifteen boys and fifteen girls. I saw desk twenty-eight at the back of the class, it had a pile of textbooks on top of it, I did a quick scan of the list of names, Simon Abbot was in desk one, desk two was Victoria Adams, desk three had Alan Abbot and Emily Cook was desk four, So, not strictly alphabetical order. Desk twenty-seven had Paul Potter's name against it My analytical brain spotted something out of the ordinary, the pairs of desks were all co-ed, boy on the left and girl on the right and the monkeying around with the alphabet was only to ensure that the seating was boy on the left and girl on the right all around the room. I just stood there at the door looking like a lemon, a handsome black boy was sitting on Emily Cook's desk, he was chatting her up and seemed to be winning the battle until he spotted me in the doorway, "Now...you're either lost or you are..." he tapped the seating plan, "...Sarah Porter!" I looked where he had tapped the seating plan, my name was printed on a laser label that had been stuck over another name that I could just read, Dawn Rouse. I nodded my head, he offered me his hand...not to shake it, he wanted to hold my hand to guide me to the back of the class as if I were blind. I was so out of my depth that I actually let him pull me to the back of the class, every step I was looking at my hand in his coal black one. We stopped at my new desk, he opened the front cover of the English textbook that proclaimed that it was year eight English language book one. He opened the desk next to mine, Simon Potter's desk, and pulled out a sheet of laser printed labels, one label was already missing. "You stick one label here..." he tapped the top right corner of the text book, there was already a label there that said it belonged to Dawn Rouse, so I was taking over her desk as well as her books. "How did you know that this sheet was in that desk?" "Because I put it in there earlier on today, some of the jokers in here would have walked around the school sticking your name over everything in sight to try and drop you in the shit...I'm your cellmate so I have to have your back. I'm Paul, Paul Potter." I started peeling labels off of my sheet and sticking it inside the front cover of the book. "So, you were expelled from Saint Bernadette's School...so...are you a lesbian?" I almost choked, my face heated up and I stopped what I was doing to look at him. "What the hell Paul...what is it to do with you what my sexuality is?"
"Well, like I said before, I'm your cellmate...be nice to know if you're a dyke before I embarrass myself trying to chat you up!" I suddenly saw the humour in the situation, Paul was a jack the lad, I'm sure that he chatted up every girl that he sat next to but he was a realist, most of the girls at St Bernadette's School were actually lesbians but it was only natural, all of the teaching staff were bull dykes and a lot of the lessons were centred around lesbian literature and strong female characters in history. "No, I'm not gay...well, I don't think I am but I'm only thirteen so I don't know what side of the fence I'll fall down on eventually." Paul laughed at my response, "All the other girls in this class know what side their bread is buttered...they've all had boyfriends for years!" Another boy approached my desk now, his face was familiar but at least it stopped Paul asking me any more embarrassing questions. He smiled at me and said, "Good morning Sarah, how's it going?" Ever since I saw my name on the seating plan I wasn't surprised that a stranger knew my name. His smile broadened and he nodded his head at me, "Don't you remember me?" I squinted my eyes as if that would help me draw something out of my past, he obviously thought I should know who he was but nothing came through the mists so I shook my head. "We met at Aphrodite's Temple on Luton's High Street last Christmas...my dad gave you a glass of champagne and you drank it before your dad saw you with it and my dad told me to try it on with you while you were merry...he said that you were gagging for it!" "My cousin David gave me champagne at the Christmas party last year!" "David Porter...I'm his son Martin, my dad pushed you under the mistletoe and I grabbed you for a kiss." I felt my face colour up even more, I suddenly remembered him, I'd blocked that fifty seconds of my life out, I was bumped from behind, nudged under the doorframe where the mistletoe had been hung and Martin lunged at me from the other direction, in just fifty seconds he'd pushed his tongue in my mouth and his left hand was trying to get a feel of my newly acquired breasts, not exactly a Christmas present, they started to grow during summer break but they did grow remarkably fast after they finally got started. That memory had been embarrassing enough but two minutes later, my mother cornered me, she fastened the open button in the middle of my blouse, I had no idea that Martin had managed to unfasten a button as he attacked me and that his hand hadn't fondled me through my blouse and bra, he'd managed to hit the bra direct. As my mother twisted the button back into its hole she said, "Do you like cousin Martin...you have to be careful with him though, he's always in trouble...he's okay for a bit of fun but not a boy to get heavily involved with." Having my mother catch Martin fumbling in my blouse was bad enough but when we sat down to dinner, my mother stage managed it so that Martin sat next to me all through the meal and she encouraged me to dance with him after the meal but his hair was longer back then and that's probably why I didn't recognise him now that he'd his hair in a short-back and sides cut. "I was hoping that you'd be sitting next to me...you should be by rights as we're both Porters!" "How did you manage to end up here?" "I had sex with a girl." "They don't usually expel you just for having under age sex!" "They do if they catch you doing it in the music room and charging fifty pence a head for boys to watch you!"
That caused me to gasp and him to laugh at my reaction, "I was hoping that you'd be put next to me so that we could pick up where we left off at Christmas!" That was another section of memory that I'd hoped would never be opened up again, all the way through the meal, Martin was trying to get his hand up under my skirt and I had to keep fighting him off, mainly because I wasn't interested in boys but also because my dad was watching us like a hawk. Twenty-nine kids were now in the room and the general noise level was very high as people were talking about the weekend, what they'd done, where they'd been and who with but the noise suddenly fell to zero as all the students rushed into their seats. A tall slender man with a bald head walked into the classroom. "Good morning everyone, good weekend?" It was almost like one of those films set in the olden days, twenty eight voices chanted, "Good morning John...we did thank you!" The one missing voice was mine, I had no idea what the protocol was so I sat there in silence. "English textbooks please!" Paul helped me to put all the books into my desk, leaving just the English textbook out on my desk. I spotted a book mark in the book at page fifteen. Nothing was said but Simon Abbot stood up and started reading from the text in a loud, clear, voice. I opened my book at the bookmark and found that my book was open at the right place for what was being read out. I put my finger on the place that Simon was reading from and leaned over to Paul, "The teacher didn't call the register!" "We don't have one." "How do they know if we're here or not then?" "They don't care if we're here or not, they get paid for two hundred and ten students a year, whether we attend or not." Well, that seemed unusual, especially as one student was missing and if I walked down to the front of the classroom, I'd know exactly who it was that was missing from the seating plan. The door opened almost silently and a girl walked in, she whispered, "Sorry John, had a little problem on my way to school!" "Thanks Gail, English this period." I watched Gail walk to her seat and take her text book out, as she opened her book, her left hand slipped over the gap between the seats and she looked like she was fumbling around in the boy's lap. I gasped and looked at the next double desk, the girl at that desk was also fumbling in the lap of the boy to her left. I looked around the room and most of the girls were doing it, well, not me and not Victoria Adams because Simon was standing up. "You want to give me a hand?" I looked at Paul in disbelief, I couldn't believe that he'd just propositioned me, couldn't believe that he hadn't whispered it, all the other kids around us must have heard him, and suddenly my eyes were dragged down to his lap, his fly was open and his left hand was inside his trousers playing with his cock.
I looked over at Martin, the girl to his right had her hand on his exposed cock. He was looking at me rather than at the girl who was wanking him and grinned at me. I looked away again, this time Paul's cock was out in the open, a liquorish stick of a cock, one hundred and fifty millimetres long, about twenty-five millimetres diameter. I looked back at Martin's cock again, Martin's cock was shorter and thinner that Paul's and a whole lot whiter. I didn't know where to look, in every direction I looked I could see girl's arms going up and down as they masturbated the boy sitting next to her. "Come on Sarah, give me a hand, it's expected!" There was sudden silence, Simon had stopped reading out loud and he sat down, Victoria Adams stood up and took over where Simon had left off, her voice was powerful but her reading was faltering slightly. If Victoria had been a student at St. Bernadette's, her confidence would have surprised us, her ability to project her voice around the room would have been admired, especially as she was struggling to work out how to say several of the words but even though she stumbled over words, she was still doing far better than I would do if I was to be called on to read out aloud. Simon had read for ten minutes without being asked to, he hadn't been told to finish or to hand over the baton to Victoria and she hadn't been told to read either. When we had to read out loud in the past, we would try to keep our heads down in the dumb belief that if we didn't draw attention to ourselves, we wouldn't be called on to read out aloud in class. I think I managed to dodge the bullet for a whole year once. I looked away from Paul which meant that I was now looking towards my cousin, just at the moment that a little semen spout shot up from his cock. She dipped her hand into her bag and she pulled out a tissue and wiped the back of her hand, he grinned at me and pulled a tissue from his pocket to wipe his own cock. There was movement to my left, I looked at Paul again, he had twisted his body slightly towards me and once again, just as I looked he blew his wad. He had deliberately pointed his body so that as the jet left his cock it splashed down on my thigh, ten times the amount of spunk than my cousin had shot off but for the most part, Paul's spunk hit my leg and thigh rather than covering the back of my hand as it would have done if I had done the act for him. I had to find something to clean my thigh with. Now, as I looked over at my cousin and the girl sitting to his right, his hand was up under the front of her dress, he saw me looking again and he flicked the front of her dress out of the way so that I could see what he was doing, I also saw that the girl had no knickers on. It looked like Martin was punching the girl between her legs until he pulled his fist back a little further to show me that he had two fingers extended out of his fist. I watched as the girl had a silent orgasm, just her whole body vibrating until she had to push Martin's hand away from between her legs. I managed to actually follow what was going on in the lesson now, all the hanky-panky around the room had ended and now it was just like any other lesson I'd ever attended apart from the all pervading smell of musk in the room. Desk eight was right by the door into the classroom...or was that the door out of the classroom, the girl sitting just by the door did her ten minute stint and when she sat down, the teacher stood up, thanked us all for the lesson and he left the room. I stood up, it must be mid morning break time...after all, we'd had eighty minutes of lesson time. No one else moved...well, Martin did but not to leave the classroom but he came over to me, he crouched down at my side, I started to ask if we were supposed to go out into the play ground but he stopped me with a kiss. I pulled my mouth away from him and watched the girl that had been sitting next to him walk over to the boy sitting in desk fifteen and she started kissing that boy, she started out sitting on his desk, her legs dangling either side of his legs as she bent forward to kiss him, after a few seconds she slipped off of his desk and onto his lap. 'She's not going to screw him right there in front of everybody?' rattled through my head. "You've grown a lot in six months Sarah!" Martin dragged my attention away from the couple fucking on desk fifteen. I looked at his grinning face and then down at his left arm, it seemed to be connected to my chest and then I realised that he was actually squeezing my tits through my dress and bra. I'd been so...well, the word has to be turned on...that I'd totally missed the fact that my cousin was playing with my breasts through my clothes.
I pushed his hand away from my tits, "Earlier...before the English lesson started...you said that you were told that I was gagging for it, why would your dad think that?" "Dad said that you watched him shagging your sister in the kitchen for five minutes, you couldn't take your eyes off of them." Obviously another part of the Christmas festivities that I'd blocked out of my head, I did my thing of squinting my eyes to try and help me focus on my memories stored in the back of my head. I shook my head..."I didn't find Dawn, my dad sent me out to the car park to find her but I never saw her until the meal started. I think I saw your dad at the pastry table, it looked like he was mixing and needing dough on the marble table...but I could only see his upper body, not even his hands!" "He thought that you could see Dawn as well, you stood there for five minutes watching him screwing your sister." I was laughing now, Dawn was two years younger than me, she was the one that was always up to mischief and I was always being sent to stop her doing whatever she was doing. At the family Christmas party at the newly opened Aphrodite's Temple, I'd been sent out into the cold to find the little troublemaker and, instead of looking for her, I'd just left the restaurant by the back door and stood there for five minutes so that I could go back to my dad and tell him that I couldn't find her...and all the time, she was just the other side of the kitchen wall being screwed on the pastry table and the thing that was tickling my funny bone. If I'd been less pissed off about being sent to look fir my younger sister, I would have stepped closer to the kitchen window and watched him making pastries and if I had done that, I would have seen him screwing my sister. I gasped all over again, I should have gasped because Martin was pushing the bottom hem of my dress up, exposing my knickers to the room but my gasp was because, at Christmas Dawn was only ten years old, she hadn't reached her eleventh birthday by then...only ten years old and David Porter was not only a relative but he was older than our father. Fingertips clawing at my knickers dragged me back from Christmas and once again I was pushing Martin's hands away from my body. Paul was hanging over me, looking down at Martin's fingers on my kitty-slitty, as I pushed his hand away it took both of my hands so I couldn't cover myself until I'd got Martin well away from me and I realised that my usually light pink kitty-slitty was an almost red slit and my usually hidden kitty-clitty was actually engorged and standing away from my kitty-slitty like a little cock "Good morning class, mathematics please." It was like a bomb going off, kids rushing in all directions to get to their seats in time to say, "Good morning Alan." "I see that we have a new student today, could you stand up please Sarah Porter?" I stood up with a bright red face, I was actually still trying to pull my knickers back into place to cover my kitty but had to stop when I was called on to stand up. "I'd like a prime number please Sarah!" I just blurted out "Twenty-three!" Alan called out a name and the girl next to Martin jumped to her feet and said, "Forty-six!" 'Wait a minute, forty-six isn't a prime number...something's going on here!' popped into my head. Another name was called out and the girl on the pair of desks in front of the last girl jumped up and said "Sixty-nine!" Okay, I need one more example to be sure, if the next person called on says 'Ninty-two' then we were performing the twenty-three times table. "Ninrty-two!"
"One hundred and fifteen!" At St Bernadette's we never went above the ten times table, current education department thinking was that with the first ten times tables students would be able to work out any multiplication problem. The questions ran through the classroom in, roughly, reverse alphabetical order through the girls and once Victoria Adams called out, "Three hundred and forty-five!" the teacher called out Paul's name. Paul stood up and sang out, "Three hundred and sixty-eight!" Paul sat down and Martin jumped up, "Three hundred and ninety-one!" When Simon Abbot stood up and called out, "Six hundred and ninety!", things changed, questions were being fired out at students in an ad-hock selection. Alan asked, "What's the square root of twenty-three rounded to two decimal places?" of one student. "Four point eight-zero!" And that was how the maths lesson went along, rapid questions, all answers expected to be done in the student's head, nothing written down...in fact we'd spent the whole morning and no one had written anything down, none of the students and definitely not any of the teachers. Just before noon I finally gave in and let Paul put his hand up under the front of my dress while I put my hand on his cock. While the class had been running full blast through the eighty minute mathematical question and answer session, I'd been doing a little thinking, my sister Dawn was two years younger than me and she had already lost her virginity...I don't know exactly when she lost it but at ten years old she took on a full grown man and from what I could remember of what I'd seen of Martin's father in the kitchen at that Christmas party, he was really pounding into her and I was just a few feet away and didn't hear a thing, so she wasn't complaining about anything, so I was obviously missing out on the fun and while there were boys that were interested in me I may as well have a little fun as well. Paul and I didn't get too far in pleasuring each other though, I'd just left it too late to give in to him but we had two whole hours of lessons left this afternoon and it was still only my first day. There were lots of games over lunch, someone had a pack of cards, it had been split into suits, the game was being played with hearts and spades, in the hearts pack there was the addition of the ace of clubs and in the spades pack, the ace of diamonds, both sets also had the joker added. One girl shuffled the hearts pack and a boy shuffled the spades. The cards were fanned out face down and we all took one card, the girls all took a card from the mainly hearts pack and the boys picked cards from the mainly spades pack. The girl with the two of hearts was expected to kiss the boy who picked out the two of spades and so on up the pack, the girl with the ace of clubs and the boy with the ace of diamonds were expected to actually screw in the classroom with the rest of us all around them. I was fortunate that I pulled out the eight of hearts, I showed the card to the other students, Alan Gamble had the eight of spades and we paired off and went to my desk to snog and eat our lunch. I did peek at the girl with the ace of clubs and the boy with the ace of diamonds get together in her desk, her straddling his lap on her seat. It did seem strange that I appeared to be the only girl in the class wearing knickers from what I could see from the Bacchanalian orgy that was going on...well, Bacchanalian apart from the wine, there didn't seem to be any alcohol involved. No one seemed to need any mind altering substances to reduce their inhibitions. All except for me, I didn't want anyone else watching what I was doing with Alan Gamble and all we were doing was talking and kissing, he did fumble about inside my dress a little but I didn't want to rub his cock. At one thirty a teacher walked in carrying a large box, he said, "Good afternoon..." to the class as he walked in and the scramble for seats started all over again and within a second of us all being in our seats we all greeted the teacher, I said good afternoon but didn't know his name so I dropped out of that part of the greeting. "...you won't need your history books for this lesson today, because we have a new student with us today we're going to have a 'Human Biology' lesson from our good friend Doctor Paul."
The large box was placed on the teachers desk and he left, moments later a man I knew very well walked in the room, apart from my father and my grandfather, this man was the only other male that had seen me naked before, he was our local, and my family doctor. "Good afternoon guys...I hope that you are all fit and well today!" "Good afternoon Paul!" came from the student body, well, just one voice said Dr. Gordon instead of Paul, and that person was me. The teacher had said that the lesson was human biology before he left but he was wrong, it was just a lesson on birth control. I'd never done a class involving human biology and definitely no lessons on sex education. Paul wandered around the classroom, he knew the names of everyone in the room, he was dropping something small and silver off at every desk, he said hello to every student and asked how they were. When Paul got to me he gave me a sweet smile, "I didn't expect to see you in this school Sarah...you always seemed so well behaved and sensible." "It was a case of mistaken identity Dr. Gordon. I picked up a spanner off the floor to hand it in and they thought that I'd sabotaged the headmistress's brakes and no one would listen to my side of the story." The small silver package was dropped on my desk and I instantly picked it up...I casually read the word on the package, it was a NHS Prophylactic I was forming the word in my head, trying to work out what a prophylactic was as the doctor spoke to Paul Potter. "How's Dawn Rouse getting on Paul?" "She's doing fine now, only two weeks left before the baby's due." "I take it that she's decided to keep the baby?" Paul looked at me, "Yes...well, at least she wants to try to keep him and if she has to let him go, she knows that she'll just have to go back on the waiting list to get another place here." The doctor threw a prophylactic on Paul's desk, "Perhaps if you'd taken my advice the last time I was here, Dawn may have still been sitting next to you today!" "She chose the pill so that I didn't need to use a condom!" I suddenly realised what the shape inside the silver foil wrapper was and dropped it on the desk, it appeared that prophylactic was just a posh name for a condom and I'd been fiddling with one in my hands absentmindedly while listening to the two Paul's talking about Dawn. Dr. Paul went back to the front of the class and started the lecture, he placed a list of every birth control option on the flipchart board. There were groans from most of the class because they had the same lecture off of the doctor at the start of every year as well as when any new student joined the class.
"Now don't be like that, it is obvious that this lecture is needed again, I'm sure that Sarah never had any birthcontrol lessons at her previous school and after Dawn fell pregnant, it's obvious that some girls need a refresher. The efficiency rating of each type of birth control method as quoted is for a couple having sexual intercourse at the average rate for a year and following all of the rules for each type of birth control method." There was a thirty minute lecture about birth control, the pros and the cons, the pitfalls, the common mistakes that people made while trying to prevent pregnancy. When he was finished talking about birth control he handed out anatomically perfect cocks to all thirty students and we all had to practice putting condoms on the fake cocks. After the practical exercise I was asked to collect all of the fake cocks up and help Paul to take them out to his car. We walked together out of the school building. "Your mother made an appointment for you to come and see me at my office tomorrow afternoon." "Why do I need to come and see you Dr. Gordon?" "Because if you are a student at this school for the next four weeks without comprehensive birth control, you'll end up like Dawn Rouse...pregnant!" "But I have no interest in boys." "You started at this school this morning...so you've been here for just four hours and I'll bet that Paul Potter has already had his cock in your hand and by the end of the week...he'll have his cock in your vagina!" I felt my face colour up, I nodded my head. "This school is part of an experiment, one of two schools in the area that take troubled students that are kicked out of 'Normal' schools and have difficulty being placed back into education. At this school they deliberately make girls and boys sit next to each other all day and while the students stay in one room all day, the teachers move from room to room." "So am I just a part of my experiment?" "You are, your mother had the choice of letting you go to this school or the other one, in that school, the boys and girls are kept separate, the school works like most schools, teachers stay in their own classrooms and the students move from room to room, they are also forced out into the playground at break time and lunch time. And where this school has lost one student this year to pregnancy, the other school has expelled more than half their number for bad behaviour." "I can't believe that my mother chose this school for me, I was sure that she would have wanted me in the school where they keep boys and girls apart." "Your father was the one who insisted on you going to all girl schools in the past, your mother always worried that it was holding your natural development back. Now that you've had your first ever birth control lecture...what birth control will you be choosing tomorrow night?" "Well, I don't really like injections but I don't think that I could remember to take the pill every day at exactly the right time...and I'm not sure that the 'Push-uppies' would be any good for me so probably the three monthly shot would be the least worst option."
Paul Gordon smiled at me, "Your mother will be pleased that you've picked the sensible option." "You don't have to tell my mum and dad do you?" "I'm not allowed to tell anyone what treatment I prescribe for you...well, if you came to me asking for birth control and the fact that you're under sixteen, I'd have to tell your parents but...you are going to be treated for irregular periods and severe menstrual cramps, so I don't have to. By the way...I have to make out a report on you for the education department, I'm using the hormone imbalance and PMS as the reason for your lack of good judgement at St. Bernadette's" Now I was very confused as I walked back into the school. My father was ultra conservative, he'd never broached the subjects of boyfriends with me before, not even in passing...not even just to tell me that I couldn't have one until I was at least twenty-one, I'm sure that would be my father's idea of the right time for me to start dating. My mother was a little dizzier, in front of my father, she was ultra conservative but she often made off colour comments like telling me that my cousin Martin was okay for a bit of fun but no good as a long term friend if my father couldn't hear her. Geography was underway by the time I returned to my classroom, I was about to explain why I was late but the teacher just held up his hand to stop me talking, "No need to apologise Sarah, just take your seat and let Paul show you where we are in the text book." Geography was an eighty minute long lesson, I had my hand on Paul's cock within five minutes of sitting down. I obviously didn't do a very good job with my hand though because it took me most of the lesson to get my hand wet for the second time that day. Paul gave me a little orgasm and whispered that it would be better if I didn't wear knickers tomorrow, it would make it easier to reciprocate the pleasure. I'd expected to walk home alone after school, it would make a change to get home so early, just a five minute walk rather than a bus ride that often took over two hours. My dad always arrived home between six o'clock and six-fifteen every weekday, sometime I was even later home than him. Cousin Martin was the only student from my class that lived locally, the other thirty eight caught service busses back to their own homes rather than school busses which might have been sparking points for trouble. I strolled off purposefully in the direction of my house, I expected Martin to go the other way but he dogged my footsteps all the way to my front door. Martin followed me down my garden path to the back of the house, he followed me into the kitchen. My mother was at the kitchen sink, bent over slightly with her hands in the sink, Martin walked over to her and rubbed his hand over her bum, "Hi Vicky...how horny are you today?" My mum turned to face Martin, her back was to me so she hadn't seen me standing there, she wrapped her wet arms around his neck and kissed him, just a quick peck on the lips, "I'm going out of my fucking mind I'm so horny...I'm hoping that your mother is going to work tonight so I can pop in to your house and see your dad when I walk the dog!" "Don't leave me out of the fun when you come over...it's really difficult keeping your little secret from my mum!" She suddenly pushed him away, "Okay...you as well...now you'd better piss off, Sarah could be home any minute...be a little difficult explaining why you're here..." Martin nodded his head in my direction with a stupid grin on his face. My mother turned and almost jumped out of her skin. "I've walked home with Sarah so we can do our homework together..." he punctuated his comment with a wink. "But your school doesn't give you homework!"
"I know that, Sarah knows that and you know that but does cousin John know that?" Mum looked over at me and smiled, "Okay, you two can go and do your homework in Sarah's bedroom but you have to be back down here in the living room by six o'clock at the latest." Mum went to the utility room, she collected a small brown paper bag, "You two can eat as many of these fruits as you like but make sure that the skins and all the peelings are wrapped in a tissue and put in the bin in my bedroom...understood?" The instruction about skins was directed at Martin as well as the brown paper bag. I followed Martin up to the stairs, I'd understood very little of what had been said in the kitchen, at the top of the stairs, Martin turned left, my bedroom was to the right so I overtook him. I walked into my bedroom with Martin on my heels, he closed my bedroom door and I almost jumped out of my skin, "You can't close my bedroom door, my mum will think we're up to something!" Martin opened the brown paper bag and tilted it in my direction, there was a handful of condoms in the bag. "Your mum is expecting me to fuck you, all that stuff about eating the fruit but making sure that the skin is wrapped in tissue and put in the bin in her bedroom...that's just so that your dad doesn't find a used condom or the foil wrapper in your bin or in the bathroom bin. One more used condom in your parents bedroom bin won't even be noticed by him, he'll think it's one he used this morning or last night." "My mum and dad don't do things like that and my dad's a strict Catholic, he wouldn't use a condom." Martin pulled me into my parent's bedroom and poked around in their bin...I was surprised to see much of anything in the bin as I'd emptied all the bins in the house around twenty six hours ago...there were three condoms wrapped in tissues in their bin. So I let Martin close my bedroom door and take my knickers off, as he eased his condom covered cock into me he said, "you're better off letting me take your cherry rather than Paul Potter, I'm related to you so I care about you more and my cock is a little thinner than his...also, I'm one hundred percent white, not black like Paul." We actually had enough time to use two condoms, the first one gave me no pleasure at all but the second one was...well...mind blowing." I was having so much fun with my cousin that my mother had to call us at six o'clock to get us down stairs before my dad got home from work. I put my knickers back on while Martin wrapped the two used condoms in tissues and dropped them in the bin in my parent's bedroom before he followed me down to the living room. I got yet another shock from the very unusual day, on the carpet, in front of the sleeping TV was a half completed game of Monopoly. My mother had set up a game to look as if two people had been playing the game all afternoon. My mother sat on the armchair reading a book and Martin took the place in the game sitting opposite my mother so that I had the spot with my back to her. My mother's usual conservative dress was just covering her knees as she sat there reading, I saw Martin grin at my mother, I looked over my shoulder and saw that she had opened her knees, parting them had made the bottom hem of her dress slipped up to just over her knees. I could see the white cotton of my mother's knickers between her knees, not just the body of her knickers but right between her legs, Martin could see the gusset of my mother's knickers from where he was sitting to play the fake Monopoly game. I spotted my sister Dawn's bag in the corner of the living room, "Mum, where's Dawn?" I had a sudden panic, what if Dawn was up in her bedroom doing her homework from school...she would have heard everything that Martin and I did in my bedroom through the tissue-paper thin walls between our two rooms "I told her that she could go to Elle's house to do her homework and have her dinner over there." "Really...did you call Elle's mother to check because her mother doesn't like Elle's friends going over on a school night!"
"I didn't...but then I didn't phone Martin's mother up either to see if it was okay for him to stay here to DO his homework with YOU and have dinner with us!" I spotted my dad's car turning onto the drive so I had to go back to our pretend Monopoly game while I processed why my mother had stressed the 'do' and 'you' part of her statement in my head. When my dad walked into the living room, he wasn't at all happy to see Martin in the living room. Mum told a white lie, she said that David had asked if she could feed Martin tonight because his mother was working nights at the hospital and David was stuck at work. "Well, okay but he has to go home before you take old Mrs Campbell's dog for a walk." "I can pick up the dog and walk Martin home at the same time." Mum went to the kitchen to put the sauce on the meat to finish it off in the oven while my father went up to their bedroom to get washed and changed, when she got back into the living room she told us that dinner would be another fifteen minutes. Mum sat back on the armchair, this time she pulled the bottom hem of her dress up above her knees before she parted her legs, I looked casually in her direction again, this time there was no white cotton on display, just ginger pubic hair and an angry looking gash. Martin's grin was almost splitting his head in two. My mother sat like that until we heard my father heading for the stairs to come down to dinner, she jumped up and ran into the kitchen, she called out, "Right kids, leave that game...wash your hands...dinners ready." I could tell that my father wasn't at all impressed at cousin Martin eating with us, he'd have been even less impressed if he'd seen me and Martin an hour earlier though. After dinner my dad sat on the sofa in the living room, he was reading his newspaper, my mother sat in her chair reading her book and flashing her bare pussy at Martin as we continued pretending to play Monopoly on the floor. I knew that once my father's nose slipped between the pages of a newspaper, it would take a bomb going off to get his attention so the fact that my mother was flashing her fanny at a thirteen year old boy totally passed him by. I saw Martin check his watch, he winked at my mother and said, "We'd better total up the game Sarah, I'm going to have to go home in five minutes!" My mother jumped to her feet, "I'll walk you home Martin, I've got to walk Atlas for Mrs Campbell anyway, just let me make John a cup of coffee first!" I started to count the money that we both had while Martin cashed in the property that my mother had given each of us when she set up the fake game. Martin had twice as much money as I did but I had a little more in property value. Martin almost shouted, "I don't believe it...we've drawn the game!" I saw my father turn a page in his newspaper and look in Martin's direction...there was nothing as impossible or unbelievable than a game of Monopoly ending in a draw if it had lasted less than twelve hours...just as my dad looked over, Martin leaned across the Monopoly board, he kissed me on my lips, just a quick peck but right under my father's nose, as Martin pulled his lips away from mine he said, "Thanks for the game Sarah, I hope I can come back again soon and play another game!" I was so embarrassed by the kiss in front of my dad that I ran for the kitchen. My mother was in the utility room, she'd opened the front of her dress and pulled the long sleeves off of her arms so that the dress was just holding up because of the elasticated waist, she removed her bra and used a roll-on deodorant under her arms and under her breasts, she looked in my direction and smiled at me, she slipped her arms back into the long sleeves and fastened the buttons down the front of her dress, "Finish the coffee off for your father and take it to him please darling." Mum and Martin left the house as I took my father his coffee through to him, I waved his cup in front of his nose, he hooked his arm around my waist, stroked his hand over my hip until his hand touched the waistband of my knickers, his hand, as usual, stopped at that point and he patted my backside before thanking me for the coffee. It took two minutes before he slipped back into the news and his hand fell away from my back.
I went back to the kitchen and started putting the dishes from dinner into their places in the various cupboards around the kitchen. I looked out of the window, my mother and Martin hadn't got far in the five minutes since they left the house, they were still just outside the back door, they were kissing passionately and my mother was holding the front of her dress out of the way...I couldn't be sure but it looked like Martin was fucking my mother as they stood there in our back garden. "Sarah darling, I've got some work to do in my office, please don't make too much noise if you turn the TV on...and be ready for bed at nine o'clock, even if your mother isn't back by then!" He stopped short of the sink as he was about to head for his office, "And no fighting with your sister when she gets home please." I looked nervously through the window, he only needed to be a foot closer to me and he would have seen my mum and Martin in the garden...as it was, as soon as he reached his office he would see the two of them out there, his office was slightly proud of the back of the house and it had a window that looked out across the back of the house as well as the garden where Martin and my mother were standing. I actually watched the light in dad's office flood the garden when he switched it on, Martin jumped away from my mother and that's when I spotted that his cock was out of his trousers and it looked very wet, mum dropped the front of her dress and they both ran for the side of the house. I went through to his office and said, "How long do you have to work tonight dad?" He didn't even look up from the ledger he was looking at, he just pointed with the back of his pen to a pile of books at his side, "Got to go through all of these books to do their tax accounts, I've probably got around forty hours of work to do for the half-yearly account." "I'll be quiet and let you get on with it then." "Thanks darling." I ran for the front door instead of the back and got out into the street just before mum and Martin turned the corner at the end of the road. I followed them at about thirty feet away, as soon as they were out of our street they held hands. They didn't go close to Mrs Campbell's house to fetch her dog, which was the reason my mother took a walk every evening just before dusk. As we got close to Martin's house, they stopped just short of the house and they started kissing all over again. I heard the sound of a car starting up and watched Martin's mother reverse off of the drive and she drove towards the hospital and away from mum, Martin and me. Dave, Martin's dad, was standing on the doorstep wearing a dressing gown waving to his wife as she drove away. He didn't go in the house though when his wife was out of sight, he just stood on the step looking in our direction. I had to stay in my hidden position because Dave was looking in my direction as much as at my mother and his son as they approached the house. Mum and David got into an embrace on the doorstep and Martin dodged past them, sixty seconds later, mum and David were still kissing on the front door step and I spotted Martin in the master bedroom, he was taking his clothes off as he opened the window. While I was distracted with Martin, the front door closed and now all I had left to look at was the master bedroom window, the only light that was on in the house was the light in the master bedroom. I watched Martin climb onto the bed and then his dad walked into the bedroom, he looked at Martin as Martin pushed his trousers off and threw them on the floor. David went to the left side of the window and he started pulling the curtain closed, I saw an arm drape over David's neck, the arm was bare so there must have been a fourth person in the bedroom as the arm was bare and my mother was wearing a long sleeved dress. David turned to reach for the curtain on the right hand side by the now open window and I heard my mother's voice, "Don't close that curtain, your bedroom stinks of your having had sex with Samantha before she went to work." David got on the bed on his back and my mother climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, from my position outside I could actually see my mother wriggle her fanny down on David's cock but the view was soon blocked when Martin knelt behind my mother's bum and blocked my view of them.
David said, "I know that you prefer fucking with the light on Vicky but if we leave the curtain open...we'd better turn the light off." I saw my mother look over her shoulder and past Martin to the window and the world beyond, it was almost as if she was looking at me as I stood outside, half way up Woodside Hill, looking down at the house. The light went out and there was nothing left to see, I checked the time, it was a quarter to nine, I had fifteen minutes before I should have been ready for bed...not that my dad would have noticed what the time was, once he was lost in his bookwork or his newspaper...or his book...or model train set, the rest of the world could go to hell. I was just walking past my father's friend, Dom's house, I only looked at the house because Dom's wife had walked out on him a week earlier and served divorce papers on him and my mother had been talking about him a lot...a real lot in the past week. Just as I was walking past I saw my younger sister Dawn in the doorway kissing a very naked Dom. I froze in my tracks, "Don't forget your knickers Dawn." "Oh, most boys like to keep the panties of a girl that they have just deflowered...especially if they are stained with maidenhead blood!" Dawn ran down the path without waiting for her knickers. She ran up behind me and threw her arm around my neck. "What you doing out and about at this time of night sister dear...I thought that you'd be in bed by now after losing your virginity to Martin." "What...how the hell do you know?" "Mum told me to make myself scarce for the evening, she told me to wait for Dom at his office, she knew that after a week of no sex he'd want to fuck me, she even gave me a little of your dinner to take with me, a little sliver of calves liver in a condom so that when Dom fucked me there would be a little blood, and I'm a good enough actor to make him believe that he'd just taken my virginity!" "Why would mum push you at Dom?" "Well, she's spent a week dropping hints to you to go and look after Dom's needs and you totally ignored her. She would have looked after him herself but this is her week to look after cousin David." "What...you know about her and David?" "I know a lot about mum...a little about dad too, they aren't as conservative as you'd think, if you leave your knickers and bra off when you kiss dad good night...you'll help mum out a lot." "Why?" "Because dad will feel your bottom and he'll get turned on and fuck her when she gets home from walking the dog, they fuck on Friday nights, most of the day on Saturday while we're at dance class and any time on Sundays when we're not around but he hardly ever fucks her on a Monday to Thursday night unless it's his birthday or something like that." When we got home, Dawn pushed her way into the bathroom with me, she shared the shower with me and then she dried herself first as well, she put knickers on under her summer nighty and then picked out another nighty for me to wear, it was actually our mother's nighty, a little too big for me but it was almost see through so the extra volume made it a little more opaque than it would have been if I was as big as my mother. I picked up a bra and Dawn knocked it out of my hands..."Mum won't get a fuck out of him if you don't turn him on!" So I was wearing just a see through nighty and nothing else when I went down with Dawn to kiss our father good night. Dawn stopped me at the door to his office, she held up one finger and mouthed, "Give me one minute!"
I stood in the doorway and watched Dawn walk over to our father, she kissed his cheek, "Good night daddy...do you have a lot of work to do tonight?" I watched as dad looked at Dawn in her cotton nighty, his hand had slipped onto the small of her back and he stroked down until his hand touched the waistband of her knickers and he patted her hip three times before kissing her on her cheek. She stepped aside and I took her place, I said, "Good night." And he slipped his hand on the small of my back, he stroked down, the way he had with Dawn and when he didn't feel knickers, he looked at me, because I was standing and he was sitting down, his eye level was straight on to my breasts. His hand didn't stop, it rubbed all the way down to my bottom, he palpated my left bum cheek and looked down, he could just see the outline of my pubic mound through my mother's nighty. "You look lovely in your mother's nighty darling." He kissed me, he missed my cheek, as he gave my bum an extra hard squeeze, he kissed me on my lips and then he surprised me, "Watch out for Martin...I know that he's very handsome but he has had hundreds of girls, he breaks every one of their hearts...so don't fall in love with him...oh...watch out for his dad as well!" The back door chose that moment to open, mum had just arrived home, Dawn and I rushed into the kitchen to kiss her good night. "How was Dom darling?" "The liver in the condom worked a treat...we did it in his car and then he took me to his house...I left him a very happy boy!" Mum turned her attention to me, she looked at the way I looked in her nighty, "And you darling, did you see anything entertaining after I went out to walk Mrs Campbell's dog?" I nodded my head. "And, did your father like the way that you're dressed for bed?" I nodded my head again. "Well, just don't close your bedroom door all the way tonight, pretend to be asleep and no matter what happens...don't wake up!" Dawn and I were half way up the stairs when mum went into dad's office, we heard her say, "Hi dealing, do you fancy an early night?" "God I'd love one but I've hot a weeks worth of work to do here." "That's a pity...I've had an enema and put a little lubrication in...I thought that you might like to do that thing that you've always begged me to do with you tonight!" "I'm not being paid for the work...it can wait for another day!" I'd only just turned my bedroom lights off when mum and dad walked past my bedroom door and into their own bedroom. Mum hadn't closed her bedroom door and the light was still on, I sneaked across the hallway and watched as my mother and father got naked. "Do you want to give me an orgasm in the conventional way and then try anal or do you want to try it up my bum first...but if you do it up my bum first, you have to do me conventionally after so I get my orgasm as well!" My dad pushed my mother face down and climbed up behind her...the way I'd seen Martin doing in his parents bedroom...My dad pushed in and my mother faked pain...I knew that she was faking it because her head was looking in my direction and as she winced and groaned, she had a beaming smile on her lips.
"I thought your bum would be much tighter than this!" "I spoke to Paul Gordon about it the last time I had my check-up, he suggested an enema and that I use KY jelly to help you get in more easily!" He started off slow and then he fucked her harder and harder, eventually the groaning stopped and my mother started to climax. I'd guess that it took him just five minutes to climax into her bum and he rolled off puffing and panting. "You need another erection now while I'm still in the mood...come into Sarah's bedroom and look at her, that usually gets you hard quick." "But she's only just gone to bed, she won't be asleep yet!" "Worth a look!" I ran over to my bed and as I ran I had a thought, I pulled my nighty off and threw it on the floor before jumping into my bed and pulling the single sheet up to my neck. Mum whispered "Sarah...Sarah...are you asleep yet darling?" I was on my back and rolled onto my right hand side, turning to face the door...just so that they heard me moving but I didn't answer her, I closed my eyes and peeked through squinted eyelids to see as my mum pushed my door open and pulled my dad into my bedroom behind her. Dad was pushed up to the side of my bed, mum bent down and picked up the nighty I had been wearing, "Looks like she felt too hot even in this...she must be naked in bed or just wearing knickers!" My dad's flaccid cock was just a few millimetres away from my nose as my mother mentioned that I could be naked in bed. I saw a little jump as a spurt of blood started to fill the blood vessels in his cock. "Go on, it's okay to look!" There was another twitch and his cock grew a little more. He gently pulled at the sheet, pulling it down, exposing my shoulder. I mumbled and rolled onto my back. He gasped, "She's waking up!" "No she isn't, she's well asleep, she can sleep through anything!" My dad was worried now and stopped pulling at my sheet. Mum whispered, "Come on, you've started the ball rolling, you usually like to look at her tits...that usually gets you nice and hard!" Mum took over pulling my sheet down, I was now on my back and mum exposed my tits. "My dad gasped, "She's got really big in the last four months, she's almost as big now at thirteen as you were at eighteen!" I saw my mother taking hold of his cock and rubbing it for him, "Wouldn't you like to spunk up over her tits?" "God yes!" "Pull the sheet a little lower!" My dad's hand was trembling as he pulled the sheet down even more, he exposed my pubic mound and the few hairs covering my pussy mound.
"Would you like me to talk her into shaving her pussy...I can tell her that it would mean that she could go back to not wearing knickers under her dance costumes!" My dad was now rampant, standing seven inches tall and almost as thick as my wrist. "If you give me a good fuck...we can come back and I'll wank you off over her tits or her cunt if you like!" I turned over onto my right hand side again and brushed my left tit against his cock, he groaned at the contact and mum pulled him away from me, back into her bedroom. I watched as my mother rolled a condom down his cock and she climbed on their bed, on her back and ordered him to fuck her. I watched a thirty minute fuck, my dad was putting a hell of a lot of effort and force into it too, my mother was howling at the moon, my dad kept looking over at me nervously in case my mother's verbalising had disturbed me...well, it had a little but more emotional disturbance rather than sleep disturbance! "It's been thirty minutes...I'd better put a fresh condom on!" "No...don't bother, you've been a good boy...you can have your prize now!" Mum ripped the condom from his cock and threw it in the bin, he snatched it back out and carefully wrapped it and the foil wrapper in a tissue before placing it back in the bin. I was still on my right hand side exactly as I'd been left, the bed sheet just covering from my hip to my feet, mum pulled the sheet all the way off of my bed, "Where do you want to shoot?" Dad pointed to my pussy. Mum gently lifted my left leg and eased it away from her, she slowly rolled me onto my back and lowered my left leg as far away from my right leg as she could without seemingly disturbing me. Now I was on my back, legs spread wide open. "I'll bet that you'd love to put your cock in there...wouldn't you?" Dad groaned again and mum took his cock in her hand and she started wanking him. "I'll bet she'd love to feel this in her cunt!" Dad groaned again and suddenly he let fly all over my belly and my pussy...it took him about ten seconds to shoot off. I was expecting that to be it...my dad had fired off so it should all have been over but I was wrong, mum gently dipped her fingers into the jizz covering my pussy mound and she scooped up a little and put her slime covered finger into her mouth, sucking it clean, then she did it again but this time instead of her sucking her finger clean she said, "Can you remember when she was a baby and sleeping, if I needed to feed her without waking her up I would just place a little milk on the corner of her mouth and she would start sucking?" "Yes, I remember that." Mum's finger covered in my dad's spunk pressed gently against the corner of my mouth... Well, I'd been primed as to how to act by my mother's conversation with my dad so as soon as her wet finger touched the corner of my mouth I started hunting for it, sucking the top of her finger into my mouth as if I were a sleeping baby. "I wonder if she'd do the same to your cock if you touched it to her mouth like that?" 12,493 Words.
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