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Angela… I mean Ms. Ziegler was out sick today… that might have been my fault. I might have fucked her so hard last night that when I left her naked and passed out on her bed she might have caught a cold. So. Today her classes were covered by Ms. Oxton and Ms. Song.
They were the popular in-school substitute teachers. When a teacher was out they would cover for them because of their lack of experience… They were fun and youthful, and cute. They might not have fully gotten the message across in the lessons but at least the students always had a good time…
The day went by quickly. As usual Ms. Oxton, dressed in slacks and a tight blouse talked rapidly with the popular girls as if she was still in highschool herself while Ms. Song, dressed more like Coach Zaryanova right now, with a very tight high-tech exercise unitard she was apparently supposed to cover for Coach Zaryanova today but she ended up being able to attend school at the last minute. Ms. Song was a very good gamer, a former professional, she gave the boys tips as she played on her psp for them.
I began walking out the door as the bell rang, and the classroom began to clear out. Last to leave as I reached the door.
"Hey Scott" Ms. Song began softly, "Don't you have detention with Angela?" she said knowingly.
…Oh. fuck…
That was a cover excuse. I spent that time in her home, and usually deep inside her.
"Oh uh… yeah but those are really uh… supplementary lessons?" I added lamely hoping to god that they didn't look further into it.
"Oh we can help you with that luv!" Ms. Oxton smiled as she approached, "What does she usually do?"
…It was a trap. I knew it was a trap.
"I uh…" I gulped nervously, "Um…"
Ms. Song's eyes narrowed suspiciously at me, "…Scott? What's wrong?"
"It's just I don't know how to describe it…" I said, suddenly feeling very hot, "You'd have to ask Ms. Ziegler… I mean I can write lines for you." fucking anything to make sure my extracurricular activities with Ms. Ziegler remained secret for as long as possible.
"Don't be silly luv!" Ms. Oxton smiled and quickly approached Angela's desk, "If she has you do something special I'm sure she has a list or something, have a seat."
I feebly sat in front of the desk. This was it, this was the death nail in my relationship with Ms. Ziegler. What's worse is I was probably going to get her fired! Oh fuck I ruined her life.
"Hey here's something!" she suddenly pulled out a piece of paper triumphantly from the desk. "…Supplementary lessons with Scott! Let's see…" she began to read… "…oh…" her face fell as she reached the bottom of the list… "…ooooh…" she looked at me. Her face was blank and then her mind seemed to break as she stared off into the wall.
…No way. Ms. Ziegler was a super smart woman she wouldn't just leave something like that lying around.
"Let me see…" Ms. Song said snatching it from Ms. Oxton's still form.
Oh god no… I slammed my head on the desk. God damn it, dick, you do truly get me into the worst trouble… our lives was over. I'd never get to be with her again.
"…Oh well this is easy enough…" she showed me the list. Vaginal, Oral, Anal: Vertically listed down with 'vaginal' at the top already crossed off apparently. "Look we're already a third of the way done Lena…" she said with a cheerful smile at Ms. Oxton. "Angie covered pussy already."
"Uh Hana…" she said quickly, "…I don't think…"
"Oh hush Lena don't be weird." She said smiling kindly at me. "I'm sure he's not comfortable with talking about this stuff with two pretty ladies either… I mean we're both really hot Lena.
"But I don't even like men…" Ms. Oxton said. This was true, but it didn't make her any less pretty.
"Pffff!" Ms. Song replied to that waving her hand. "It's fine! You can cover oral and I'll cover anal."
Oh good… at least they didn't put two and two too toget-wait…
"Okay Scott take off your pants." Ms. Song added said hopping off the desk. And heading to the door locking it shut
Wait what?
"Hana I don't want to demonstrate that…" Ms. Oxton said, looking away from me. "I'm not… comfortable putting something like that in my mouth…"
…No… they weren't… but fuck what if they were?…
"Um… Ms. Oxton if I can make a suggestion to the curriculum?" I asked, and looking at Ms. Song I added, "…Ms. Ziegler is very open with her uh… teaching methods. So instead of demonstrating on me, why don't you show me with Ms. Song?"
Ms Song seemed to think about it and smiled smugly, "Hey that's not a bad idea." She sat in front of me back on the desk and pinched the zipper on her suit pulling it down and revealing her clean-shaven pussy. "Come on Lena. It's for educational purposes..."
"…Well okay…" she said, walking in front and kneeling down in front of Ms. Song. "But don't tell Emily okay?"
"Pfff!" she replied again, "Of course not, right Scott?"
"No!" I said shaking my head intently, "She won't hear it from me." everyone at school knew about Ms. Oxton's girlfriend, she was nice.
"Besides everyone knows that head isn't cheating…" I figured that wasn't necessarily true but I suddenly didn't care as she then grabbed Ms. Oxton's face and pulled her towards her pussy. "Eat up Lena… I always wanted to know what a real lesbian's tongue feels like on my pussy…"
"Hmm!" Ms. Oxton replied, it sounded an awful lot like an enthusiastic 'okay!'
Soon Ms. Song. No, Hana began to breathe heavily as she shivered at Lena's well-practiced head-giving abilities. "Hmmm!" she moaned slightly squeezing her pert breasts under her tight unitard. "Oh, Lena… we need to do this more often…"
"Uh… Ms. Song?" I said hesitantly, she looked at me with wonderful bedroom eyes as I granted her my whole attention.
"Yeah Scott?" she asked, her attentions more focused on her friend between her legs. One hand still squeezing her breasts she slipped her other hand roughly into Lena's hair and half squeezed half pet her as she continued…
"…Miss Ziegler would explain what was happening…" I said slowly, "I can't really see what Ms. Oxton is doing."
"Well right now… Ugh!" she shivered as she felt a tiny orgasm, "Uh… whoops well I had an 'orgasm' they usually occur when reaching peak… physical… pleasure!" she grabbed Lena's head with both hands and thrust forwards as the tiny orgasm grew into a very big one. "Just like during intercourse… a woman can achieve peak physical pleasure just as well with tongues as well as penises.
Lena moaned contentedly as she pulled away from Hana's vagina as if she had just finished her favorite meal… which according to my imagination she just did.
Ms. Oxton licked her lips audibly and turned to face me with pussy juice on her face. "Okay… do you get the basic idea?"
"..Uh yeah…" I said, then I pushed the envelope, "…Can I try Ms. Song? Would you like me to?"
Hana had a look on her face that told me that yes, yes she did. Licking her lips she quickly rubbed her vagina spreading it open for me, "Well nothing like hands-on learning right?"
I shoved out of my chair and keeled in front of her. I buried my face amateurishly into her folds, my tongue scrapping intently inside. It was my first time when with ms Ziegler it was almost always safe sex, vaginal, and while passionate it was very mild.
"OH!" she grabbed my head gently as her legs tightened stiffly at my attempts, resisting the urge to close them around me, but embracing the orgasm, "Oh Scott, you're a natural!" I firmly held my tongue inside her placing my hands on her curvy butt, she began thrusting against my face as if my tongue was a penis, rubbing vaginal juice all over my chin.
"Oh… UGH!" she quivered again, cumming hard on my face and leaning forwards onto my head, "Oh God!" she started cursing something in Korean as her whole body trembled in pleasure until it stop.
"…Okay… you definitely got that covered…" Lena said, taking a pen from Angela's desk and crossing off 'oral' on the list.
Hana stroked my head affectionately as she came down, "Oh yeah… man, hey Scott? When you want to practice for your next 'supplementary oral lesson' you call me first okay?
Mmnnn…" I groaned in her pussy still licking slowly away at her.
"Ugh…" she smiled at me stroking my head. "So… Anal next right?" she looked at Lena, "And I guess you're not doing that either?"
Lena shrugged, "Girlfriend…" she said simply, "But uh…" she watched excitedly as Hana slowly zipped her suit open all the way behind her, exposing her butthole. "I'll give you a hand okay luv?" she placed Hana's hands on the desk as she twirled slightly to face her rear towards me and slowly Lena moved to the floor, placing her tongue directly into Hana's butt…
Hana groaned as her friend thoroughly rimed her… "Oh, Lena… I don't know if you or Scott are better. Are you sure you don't want him to do you?"
"Nah its cool luv…" she replied cheerfully as she pulled her face away and smacked Hana's cheek affectionately, "I'll have fun with Emily later… now then." she slipped under Hana so that her mouth was once again close to her pussy, "Okay Scott, you experience her rear, and I'll help you out…" she spread Hana's butt cheeks to display her ready and waiting hole.
They didn't have to tell me twice, pulling out my dick as it finally experienced freedom and pressed it tightly against Hana's wet and warm butthole. The moment I thrust deep inside Hana, Lena pressed her tongue back into Hana's pussy.
"OH YEAH!" she squealed as we began, Lena lapping at Hana and me thrusting rapidly into her but. "Hurts so good!" she laughed as I subconsciously slapped her rear, "Geez Scott!" she winked over her shoulder at me, "Don't be so hasty I'm not going anywhere yet…"
I kept ramming and spanking her as I felt her cum from my dick and she squirted all over Lena, staining her blouse. and yet Lena continued her eating unabated. "You feel so good Ms. Song." I said, wrapping my hands on her breasts and pulling her back trying to go deeper, and forcing her pussy harder against Lena's mouth.
"It's 'Hana' Scott." She replied stroking my face, and gazing back at me "You've been inside two of my holes, so you get some privilege…"
"I'm cumming…" I whispered in her ear as I twitched and rapidly increased my thrust, "Can I cum inside you please?"
"Nope!" she said laughing and suddenly pulling off my dick and bumping Lena's head onto the desk.
"Ow!" she shouted but Hana moved quickly, leaning down next to the dazed Lena she began rapidly stroking my quickly cumming dick.
"Okay let's add a new lesson!" she said smiling up at me as Lena's eyes focus, "Facial!"
My head flew back as my seed shot forwards towards them, Hana's mouth opened, and lolled her tongue out ready to receive, pressing a slightly disgusted Lena's face tightly to her own cheek as my seed spread lovingly over both of them. Hana moaned delightedly and began, licking up my cum from Lena's face…
"So…" Lena said softly, glaring angrily at Hana as she finished her erotic cleaning, "I hope you learned something today…"
"Uh… I guess?" I said, completely spent at the once-in-a-lifetime threesome.
"Oh, I don't know…" Hana smiled as she licked her fingers clean, "…I think he might need some refresher courses…"
"I uh…" I looked at Hana's smiling face, "…Okay…" I said simply.
Lena got up from the floor and crossed off the final 'lesson' on the list, "Can't say that Angie doesn't know how to make an interesting lesson plan… maybe next time she'll find a girl."
"Come on…" Hana said, zipping herself back up and grabbing her psp, "We'll exchange contacts." Before leading me out with her. "You got a gamer tag right?"
"Uh. Yeah..." I said letting my slide onto her butt, she didn't acknowledge it but didn't slap it away.
"Good, Lena's got one two so when you want a review of today's lesson just send us a message." she then grabbed my hand on her butt and forced it to give her a squeeze.
Maybe not a once-in-a-lifetime threesome...
End
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So my best friend, Jeremy Wildhammer, had a problem… well to be more specific he had several problems. Bullies, nerves, and finally, and most importantly Coach Zaryanova.
Now the Coach is awesome; she was, and still is I guess, an Olympic athlete, a champion weightlifter, amazing in the school sports prograns, incredibly popular and friendly with the students and a knockout in every definition of the world. Sometimes it was hard to tell when she wore bulkier clothes but she was a muscular vixen… She had a curvy waist, large breasts, a tight muscled ass and a pretty face, all rolled into one giant package…
Speaking of packages let's get back to the problem. Jeremy has a certain reaction when it comes to the Coach. If the coach cheers him on, he gets hard. If the Coach yells at him to push himself harder, he gets hard. If she spends a particular gym class at the pool now dressed in a one-piece swimsuit that did nothing to hide her curves or six-pack abs, he got hard and spent the rest of the class in the bathrooms…
Which is where the bullies would come in. it didn't matter that he was a teenager with raging hormones, or that his erection was perfectly normal, or that he was just slightly a bit bigger than average size... then again that might have matter to the bullies. Jeremy got picked on because he was essentially a scrawny sickly kid, he was literally the Coach's exact opposite… And he had a thing for muscle girls…
I brought up my rising concerns with Ms. Ziegler, and in between shots of my cum inside her, she finally said she would talk to the Coach.
So now here I was looking for Jeremy after school. Ms Ziegler had plans with her boyfiend/not boyfriend Mr Shimada; that was a complicated relationship probably not helped my me spend an awful lot of time on supplementary lessons inside Ms Ziegler, and Ms Song had taken her gaming club to an after school event with another school. Hence, I was on my own and thought I could help my buddy… I finally spotted him standing outside staring at the gym. I saw him clearly sigh and open the door entering inside.
Well I needed to make sure my friend wasn't getting beaten up by bullies to I approached the door and listened in.
"Okay Jeremy!" the Coach said in her booming and prideful voice, "It has been brought to my attention that you have a problem with me."
Oh fuck…
I quickly made my way around to the side door of the storage shed and quickly snuck into the gym to find my buddy Jeremy and a woman literally twice his size, Coach Zaryanova: She was over six feet tall with bulging muscles, she was also currently dressed as a life guard with red stretchy pants and a blue tank top. She smiled down at my friend completely forthcoming, as I said the Coach was friendly with everyone. "So. You tell me your problem and I'll help you fix it." she said kindly…
Obviously having no idea what the real problem actually is…
"Um… I don't feel comfortable talking with you about this Coach…" he said fidgeting under his gaze. Oh no, I knew that fidget.
"Come on Jeremy." She said kneeling to eye level and smiling kindly at him, "I promise this stays between us. You can tell me whatever you like." She placed her hands on his shoulders, Jeremy was so small in comparison her hands completely engulfed them "You can confide in me if you're having any trouble…"
Jeremy don't do it… I thought, seeing his erection in his pants beginning to quiver into life. You have no idea the repercussions of this.
"…Coach. No Ms Zaryanova…" he began, a strange confidence that I had never heard him have before rising in his voice. "I really like you." He said, as if declaring his attempt to conquer some new land. "…When I think about you I get… well." The confidence vanished and he looked down.
Coach joined his gaze eyeing the large bulge in his pants. "Ah…" she said stoically, "…Now I understand the problem…"
She got to her feet and wrapping a muscular arm comfortingly around his shoulder she lead him towards the stacks of yoga mats closer to my corner of the gym. They were now giving me a clear view of both of them.
I knew what was happening the moment I saw her touch him. And I set my phone to record.
She gently set him down on the mats; literally, she lifted him easily off the floor and sat him down on them. His feet were barely off the floor as he sat onto of the mats. "So now that we have focused on the problem let's find the solution." She then let her hands drop to the side, displaying herself to him.
"What do you like the most about me? Is it these?" her hands gently caressed her tight muscular breasts, "Girls my 'size' tend to lose them as we bulk up. But every boy likes breasts right?"
"Um… there nice but…" he blushed as she continued to grope herself intently, "…But that's not what I like the most about you."
"Oh the 'most'…" she said, and a grin spread across her face, "Well is it my butt?" she asked, turning in place to display it, "Its firm and tight but if you squeeze hard enough you can get a handful."
"Um… not quite…" he was the shade of a tomato, not staring directly at her as his pants throbbed painfully. The posing was setting him off, watching her flex her muscles was blue balls levels of painful…
"Hmmm…" she seemed to think on it, "Do you think I'm pretty?" she said, giving him a smile and pointing to her face. With both hands striking a pose that Ms Song often did when cosplaying for the class, "…I always thought I was too wide in the chin."
"Coach you are really pretty…" he said, desperate once again to get his words out properly, "But… but that's not it…"
She sighed reluctantly, but I was beginning to realize it even if Jeremy was not. The coach was toying with him, she wanted him to compliment her. Yep, good call on the recording. "Well… then I'm just at a loss… I just don't have a clue…" she said, in a tone that suggested that she did in fact have a clue but my idiot friend was too overcome with desire to press his luck. "…What do you like the 'most' about your coach? Why don't you tell me?"
My friend fidgeted and I knew that he had reached maximum hardon. "…I like how big you are Coach…" he said sheepishly, "…I like how tall you are. I like you muscles. I like how if I tried to hug you I wouldn't be able to reach all the way around you… you make me feel safe." He said softly.
"Ah." She Coach clapping her hands, "We found the root!"
And too Jeremy's astonishment, the coach grabbed the fringes of her tank top and yanked it above her head revealing her very impressive six pack and torso, along with her very firm and pert bare breasts. She smiled knowingly as he stared like a deer in headlights, but not at her breasts like a normal red blooded teen but at her massive toned muscles, god she even seemed to be covered in body oil thanks to the heat of the gym…
"…You like this right?" she said, rubbing a hand slowly down her well muscled abs, "…I think that's sweet." She said huskily as he began panting like a dog in heat.
She broke him and she hadn't even touched him yet. "…What would you like now?" she asked as she watched him rub his pants slowly, practically drooling over her chiseled war goddess frame. "…Maybe you'd like to see my thighs?" she said, rubbing a well muscled thigh through her stretchy pants.
"…Please…" he whimpered pathetically, well to me, but this was probably getting him off something fierce by the look of it.
"I like young men with manners…" she said slowly, shimmying her pants to the floor of the gym. "…Good boys who say please…" and as she stood proudly in front of him in her tight blue panties she added, "…And thank you…"
"Thank you…" he repeated obediently as he viewed her, his rubbing increasing as he gazed hungrily at her…
"So… now that you've seen me… it's my turn please…" she approached him and his panting increase as she leaned close to his face and placed her hands gently on his uniformed pants, "Pretty please…"
Man the Coach was suddenly really fucking hot. It was now blatantly obvious what Jeremy saw in her.
He tried to get his pants off but his mind so filled with desire he was drawing a blank. Coach giggled and helped him, easily pulling his pants away and taking off his shirt. Huh. Jeremy was packing heat…
His erection was now displayed to the word, and suddenly the domineering Coach Zaryanova was taken aback, "Oh my…" she said, stepping away and viewing the vulnerable young man. "…Well Jeremy I guess you really do like what you see…" she smirked and placed her hands on her hips, "… What now zaika?" she said in her native Russian tongue. "You can ask me to do anything now."
Jeremy throbbed hard at hearing his new pet name, (I looked it up later, it meant bunny) it seemed fitting. But at the mention that he could ask anything of her he leaked pre-cum a little at the tip of his massive cock… balls it was like a horse's in comparison to the rest of him. "Can… Can you…" he began, some blood actually managing to get to his hormone addled mind instead of his dick, "…Can you pose for me Coach?"
"Zarya, zaika… you can call me Zarya." She said slowly and to his ever creasing delight she slowly raised her arms, and posed like a professional body builder. She slowly displayed herself as if suddenly elected Ms Universe. with each turn, with each stretch, Jeremy would groan, his hands squeezing tightly on the yoga mats as each individual muscle on her body stretched itself for him.
Coach had never been in a competition like that, she was a Olympic bodybuilder. But if she had entered she would've won on sex appeal alone. "Is this good zaika?" she asked with back turned and her biceps bulging as she struck a classic pose, you know the one everyone does if you ask the to flex "Do you like it?"
"Yes…" he said, suddenly pained as he whimpered, "Coach… it hurts. It hurts so much, what do I do?" he asked pitifully as his erection finally reach its utter peak.
"Oh my sweet zaika…" she said soothingly, gently approaching him and carefully lying him on his back as his erection continued to throb, "We do what I always do when I have a stiff, hard, muscle…" she breathed huskily against his dick, it throbbed impatiently towards her as if ready to attack her mouth. "I massage it until it relaxes…"
His scream of pleasure was almost girlish as her mouth slowly lowered onto his dick head. He squirmed confused underneath her but her hands held him in place easily until he finally adjusted to the feeling and relaxed as she applied soothing sexual relief to him. When he finally stopped squirming completely she placed her muscular hands around his dick, gently caressing him as if she really was just trying to massage him.
"Ah… ah Coach! Your amazing, it feels so good!"
She pulled her mouth away and stared angrily at him as her ministrations stopped, "It's Zarya, zaika…" she said firmly.
"Hmmm!" he goaned thrusting upwards trying to feel her again but she wasn't having it.
"We are very close now aren't we zaika? If you want more… call me Zarya." She said, completely okay with leaving him with a massive erection if he didn't.
"…Zarya please…" he whimpered pitifully again, practically crying as he fell hard, "Please Zarya you feel so good…"
"Of course zaika!" she said as if there was any doubt that she would continue. "How could I say no to you?"
Finally he came, instinctively his hands lashed out at what was giving him these new experience of pleasure and tightly gripped Zarya's head to hold her in place. Blissfully Zarya stayed still, he litereally couldn't force her to do anything his he tried he was that scrawny, but lovingly Zarya held herself in place as he erupted into her mouth.
"…Zarya…" he breathed contentedly as his hands dropped to his side, unaware that she had swallowed his load as easily as breathing.
"Zaika… focus my pet." She crawled next to him and slipped her panties off and dropped them to the floor. She was surprisingly lacking hair, but she still had a small tuft of blonde that told the truth about her pink hair. "…We need to seal the deal."
"Deal?" he asked blearily, but quickly focused on her nude wetness.
"Yes… I'll need to keep helping you with that after class, considering you keep getting teased…" she said smiling at him. "…But I can't just give you head every time so we're going to have a trial run…" then added huskily, "…of you inside me…"
"Coach…" he began.
"Zarya." She corrected kindly.
"But Zarya… I'm…" he looked sad, not meeting her eyes, "I'm not very good and… you don't have to feel sorry for me I can handle the bullies…"
He meant I could handle the bullies and I could, except I couldn't punch them all the time.
"…Zaika…" she said gently pulling him to face her, "…Jeremy. Come inside me… and relax…"
She hypnotized him. That's the only thing I can think off to have made him so calm as he crawled over her, his hardening dick lightly probing her folds. My mind suddenly thought of a tiny monkey trying to climb up a palm tree as he wrapped his arms around her trying to thrust inside her as he stared at her face.
He began to cry slightly as he couldn't seem to find her entrance, he grunted as his dick just kept missing he was so consumed with desire. Zarya shushed him kindly and slowly placed him into her entrance with her hands.
"Push now zaika…" she said lovingly and he did.
From the look on her face he was a perfect fight, she moaned contentedly as he thrust completely inside her, resting his head on her abs which judging from his face could have been as soft as pillows.
Gently, as they continued, Zarya stroked his hair, "You can go harder my love…" she said, "I do not break easily…"
Then laughing she grabbed his hands, placing them on her firm breasts, they didn't really move or jiggle like Ms Ziegler's or Ms Zhou's (if you blissfully caught her in something skimpy); they were more like those rocks on a rock wall you used to climb.
Speaking off.
"Pull ups my little zaika!" she laughed, "Do some pull ups as you work!"
Regardless of his delusional state of mental pleasure Jeremy understood as, still thrusting in her, he pulled up her body against her abs by using her breasts and pushing back down and repeating.
"One..." She began counting with a smile each time he did it, "…Two.... Three…" although, Jeremy seemed to be enjoying it far more than she did…
Finally he began quivering again, "Z-Zarya!" he warned but her firm muscular legs quickly wrapped around him and she gently shushed him as he struggled to pull out.
"It is okay my zaika…" she said softly to soothe him as he unleashed load after load of fresh baby making sperm into the woman he admired. "It is okay to enjoy yourself…" she cooed stroking his head.
When he was finally spent she pulled him up her body and tenderly kissed him. She was surprisingly soft considering how much she yanked him around, "…Zarya…" he groaned sleepily, resting his head on her strong shoulders.
"Shh…" she cooed, "Rest now… we'll practice more later my little zaika… you're a very good boy..." she cradled him against her as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"…did you enjoy yourself vuayyerist?" she asked suddenly looking in my direction coldly, "…Or do I have to ruin our moment to ruin you?"
I stood up, knowing I had been caught. She saw and recognized me, she knew I was Jeremy's friend. And to show her how much this moment meant to me. I moved my fingers across my lips as if to zip my mouth shut…
She glared at me silently, and nodded as we came to a quiet agreement.
Ever since that day Jeremy's bulling problems at the school ceased once the Coach had 'caught' the troublemakers unawares while they were bullying him and tossed them into the school pool… over the fence.
I kept to my agreement, I never said a word not even to Ms Ziegler, although I bet she knew. And also considering I had regular meetings with Ms Ziegler and Ms Song who was I to judge them...
But I did catch them more than once in a 'locked' room or storage shed, and I would always record them. Because every time I looked at them and their lovemaking she would look back, giving me just a little wink as if to say…
We're waiting for you to join in…
And each time it was getting a little harder and harder to resist… in more ways than one.
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