Senior Female Seeks Intimacy
Jeremy, aged 49, had been indulging in masturbation for the past 15 years. Lately, he had found himself attracted to his 18-year-old daughter, Abigail, and the joy he derived from fantasizing about her was becoming disturbing. He had always managed to maintain a balance between his naughty private life and his public religious image. But his fascination with Abigail had crossed the line. After she'd bought that bikini, his desires had intensified.
To quench his hunger for more, he turned to the internet and signed up for a website promising encounters with older women seeking sex. This was his first attempt, and the excitement coursing through him as he approached Charlene's house in a nearby suburb left him feeling youthful.
When an 18-year-old in black-and-purple lingerie opened the door, he considered fleeing, suspecting danger, but she welcomed him with a "Are you looking for Charlene?"
"Yes," he replied nervously.
"Surprise! I'm not Charlene," she said coyly. "I'm Charlotte, and I hope you're not disappointed. I'm only 18."
"Whose house is this?"
"My parents'."
"How convenient," he thought as she added, "They're out of town."
Charlotte then explained her reasoning for posing as an older woman on a hookup site, "I'm home alone this weekend, and I wanted an older guy, not just any pervert who'd be lusting after a young girl. You seem mature, so you might be ready for me."
"I have a daughter your age," he shared.
"So you fancy young girls? Do you want me to call you Daddy?"
"It's okay," he replied. "I'll admit I find it exciting, but I'm not attracted to my daughter."
"I'm not judgemental. I've been thinking - why don't we pretend we're father and daughter? Remember those old, wild parties you used to enjoy in college?"
"Yes."
"Well, coincidence - you're my dad, and you didn't know you had me!"
While Blake protested and asked to go inside, Charlotte entertained him with talk about her wild life as a slut-in-training raised by her mom whose goal was to turn her daughter into a slut just like her.
In the kitchen, he took a seat at a granite countertop as she brought him a Michelob Golden Draft - a drink he never consumed. Excited and anxious, he attempted to drink like he knew what he was doing.
Charlotte, no longer comfortable in her lingerie, kept pulling at the top of it, revealing her almost-exposed breasts. "Got something for you, Sir," she teased.
"Blake," he asserted.
She responded, "Whatever you want, Sir Blake. I like that you drove all the way over to give an old lady some much-needed lovin'."
While he waited, he noticed her discomfort with her outfit. He longed to touch and feel her. However, he could sense that lovemaking didn't depend on how they touched each other. It was all in the eyes. To penetrate not with the penis, but with the gaze. That was the secret of pleasure.
He told her to "Shake those hips," which she did willingly, her butt swaying from side to side. He almost, almost, kept his hands to himself as he looked deeply into her eyes. Blake handed over five hundred dollars.
"Daddy, aren't you rich?" she joked.
"Not really, but I'm honored you think so, Charlotte. I've also got something else that may interest you."
"Already seen bigger," she bragged about her impressive sexual history.
"I'll wager you haven't," he said.
"No, really? Daddy, I've been anticipating the sight of the dick that's going to satisfy me more than any other," she responded eagerly. Again, he handed over another hundred dollars.
"You can watch me jerk off," Blake requested.
"Oh, Daddy! I'm almost there, just seeing you like that is making me wet," she replied, fetching lube for him.
Blake lubed himself up, commenced stroking. His thoughts wandered to the notion of sex disappearing in the face of the pleasurable act of masturbation. "Show me your butt, Charlene."
She complied, swinging her butt enticingly. Fighting his urge to reach out and touch her, he maintained his gaze as the thought of penetrating her entirely took over.
The woman tried to grab hold of his penis, helping him out, but he managed to ward her off. "No touching. My body is off-limits," he said.
"Can I touch myself?" she asked.
"Take off your bottoms. I want to see your vag."
"I'll pleasure myself in front of you. You can jerk off all you like."
"Nevermind, let's head to the living room. I want to watch television while I masturbate."
Charlotte guided Blake towards the living room, turned on the TV.
"Switch on MTV."
"MTV?"
"It's got music videos."
She flicked the channel, the station showcased contemporary pop videos. He watched Lady Gaga dancing seductively in her skimpy outfit singing "Edge of Glory."
"She kind of resembles you," Blake commented, complimenting her but focusing on the performance or himself.
Next came Rihanna and Shakira, rhythmically twerking in "Remember to Forget You." The video was a real turn-on, but watching Miley Cyrus gyrate in "Flowers" got him really worked up.
Charlotte lay mostly naked on the couch beside him, bobbing her head in time with the beat, while Blake watched the screen and masturbated. He paced himself, savouring the experience. Charlotte had disrobed as well, and when Miley's performance wrapped up on the screen, he turned his attention back to Charlotte.
Blake enjoyed the way her vaginal lips protruded slightly from her backside as Charlotte struck certain poses. His heart skipped a beat, as he found himself trembling with pleasure.
59 years old, masturbating like it was his first time. He didn't know why he'd want to do this alone, when he could have this gorgeous young flesh on top of him. If anything, it was the truth of his sexuality that he was sharing with Charlotte. All he wanted was to stroke and stare, but he was also drawn to the idea of being seen, which was a crucial aspect of the whole turn-on.
"Baby, come sit on my lap," Blake invited her. Her damp vaginal lips rested on his thigh as she straddled his leg, giving him room to continue masturbating. She started to hump his thigh, letting her lips glide across his hairy thigh.
"Have you ever heard of my iron balls? I could last for days," he teased.
"Don't be fooled, Daddy. You couldn't stand being inside me for thirty seconds," Charlotte replied.
She stood up and fled to another room. A minute passed before Charlotte returned, accompanied by another woman, a tiny yet plump 18-year-old Asian girl.
"Who's this dude, Charlotte?" Blake had resumed stroking himself in front of the new arrival. This young girl's initial impression of him was of a much older man, masturbating in front of her.
"He's my father, Blake. He's wealthy."
"What's your name, dear?"
"Miki," the girl replied, observing him warily.
"What a beautiful name, Miki. Would you like a piece of your father's wealth?"
Miki turned to Charlotte, questioning what exactly she'd gotten herself into, but Charlotte reinforced that he was wealthy, so Miki approached him and took his dick in her hand. She coated it with lube. With his hands now free, he settled a couple of hundred dollars for Miki. She was wearing a short blue skirt and a belly shirt with a deep cut to display her cleavage. He placed the $200 into the top of her shirt.
"I'm not wearing any underwear," Miki mentioned.
"Excellent," Blake affirmed, gifting her another hundred. "Would you like a go on my penis, Miki?"
Miki undid the buttons on her skirt and allowed it to slide down. Her wide hips and shaved vaginal area stood nude in front of him. She climbed on top of his lap and seated herself on his penis.
"I've never had Asian vaginal area before," he stated, using it as an excuse to stop stimulating himself.
"It's destiny."
"I must've been quite good in my previous lives to be rewarded with this."
"Oh Daddy, why are you ignoring me like this?" Charlotte protested, flailing around.
"You can kiss my toes while you wait. In fact," he said, flinging two fifties at her, "I'd like you to lick them clean."
Charlotte proceeded to suck on his feet while Miki's vaginal area enjoyed his member. Charlotte licked between his toes, simultaneously Miki lapped at him. He plunged his face into Miki's chest and wiggled his head from side to side.
Blake spoke, "Five hundred dollars for a girl that lets me enter her." Going there that night, he thought he'd ejaculate with a desperate, old woman who tried her best to feel anything. However, he ended up with two young ladies. No matter how this orgasm felt, he knew he'd remember it forever.
Charlotte spoke up next, "How about seven hundred? I'll swallow your cum. All of it." Plus, she added, "I've always been a spitter."
Blake said, "No, I want to be in your vagina. If not yours, then hers."
Miki stated, "I'll make room for you in mine. I'm on birth control."
Blake lifted Miki off her seat and made love to her standing up. When he finished, he collapsed on the sofa, with Miki still riding him. She perkily played with his slick penis, using her fingers from behind the hood. Sensations were overwhelming, but she scratched him there, stimulating even more cum to flow out. Miki then licked his clean. Blake shivered deeply with pleasure.
He gave them each another $100 bill, then left.
His secret dream was that Miki lied about her birth control, that he had fertilized fertile fields, so that eighteen years later, a beautiful young slut would seek him out, needing her father. He'd hold some loads in reserve for her, just in case.
* * *
Miki and Charlotte looked at him leave. They checked their earnings, $3,500 total. Out of the shadows, two guys appeared, both wearing saggy jeans short and flat-brimmed hats. These were their boyfriends, Sal and Hond.
"That was hot!" Hond exclaimed.
"I bet you loved watching that old man suck all night," Charlotte said, gleefully.
"Well, it got the job done," Hond answered.
"Wish you could've," Charlotte said.
Sal said, "It's cool. We can give back their money later when they're broke. We'll take revenge then."
"Yes, Hond," Charlotte continued. "In the meantime, to earn back your share, you can do what they did."
"What?" Hond inquired.
"I need to play with my vagina while you kiss him."
Both Sal and Hond looked at each other with fear in their eyes, "You mean...kiss him?"
"Yes," Charlotte insisted. "Come on, be brave."
Charlotte played with her veined inner lips, while Sal and Hond kissed. She observed, "You need to try harder there."
Sal touched Hond's left cheek. "Use your tongue," Charlotte recommended.
At the other end of the sofa, Miki, too, fingered her nipples and played with her vagina.
"500 dollars - whoever sucks the other's dick."
"Honest?"
"Totally honest."
"I wouldn't even do it for a million dollars, let alone 500," Sal argued.
"Fine, I'll do it," Hond agreed. "Pull down your pants, man."
"Yeah, right!" Sal retorted.
"I'll pay for two hot dances at Sugar Daddy's, and then you've got 450 left for yourself," Hond hinted.
Sal hesitated, as he didn't want to appear gay. But the bait convinced him in the end.
Hond got down on his knees and started sucking Sal's penis with great effort. Charlotte handed Hond a five hundred bill as reward.
"Two hundred more if you actually enjoy this!" Miki suggested.
Hond took Sal's penis deep into his mouth, only being able to hold back gagging. For Sal, it was now a guilty pleasure to let Hond perform oral sex on him. Sal's fingertips played with Hond's hair as Hond swirled his tongue on Sal's member.
Charlotte uncrossed her legs and propped them on the couch arm, spreading them apart. With her hand, she inserted four fingers, stacking them vertically as she stroked herself.
Sal's first shot landed in Hond's mouth, causing him to panic. He tried to expel both the semen and Sal's penis simultaneously. The remainder of Sal's climax dispersed over the living room carpet. Charlotte and Miki laughed hysterically as Hond writhed, heaved, and sputtered.
Sympathizing with his friend's predicament, Sal commented with disbelief, "I can't believe I just cummed."
Chatting with each other, "Hey Miki!"
"Hey Char-char!"
"I've got an idea."
"Let's swap partners. Just this once."
Charlotte and Sal engaged in sexual intercourse on opposite ends of the couch. Miki and Hond replicated the same scenario. Although this group of friends had always been close, this action had never been explored previously.
Priced under pressure to meet expectations, Sal and Hond made efforts to leave lasting impressions on their girlfriends.
Eager to have Miki, Hond found her throbbing pleasure too thrilling. He climaxed inside of her within two minutes. Miki headed to the bathroom to clean up. Hond was left at the end of the couch, while Charlotte gripped and guided Sal's organ for a more enduring climax.
Reaching out, Hond lightly tickled the soles of Charlotte's feet. She glanced at him, then at Sal, before staring back at Sal. Charlotte neglected Sal's attempt to kiss her, squeezing his jaw and giving him a quick, friendly peck on the forehead.
Hond brushed his teeth for an extensive period of time.
With their $1000 cut, the pair left their lovers behind at 2 a.m. They journeyed to Sugar Daddy's to receive lap dances.
Sal opted for a pixie-haired blonde named Karma, who mastered the full splits. Fascinated with Karma's dance, she pocketed his phone number and his entire $500.
Hond opted for a long-haired brunette called Lexus, serenely spread-eagled on stage, inviting admiring glances. He ordered a series of nine lap dances, generously adding an extra $50. Lexus mentioned, "Would you like to take me home?"
She requested a temporary pause for him to collect the money. Confident no one would notice or mind, $1500 in hand, Hond affirmed her proposal.
Lexus requested Sal to wait in the doorway while she searched for her belongings upstairs. Sal endeavored to converse with her, enquiring about the "extra service." When she asked for another $500, he counter-offered by proposing to cunnilingus.
Once in the master bedroom, Charlotte and Miki took advantage of the King-sized bed, lost in their passion. The boys returned to find Hond rooting through their discarded clothing in search of the stashed cash. Finding the desirable sum and relishing the transgression, he quietly left.
Downstairs, he paid Lexus $1500 for the pleasure of the deed, then gave the previously agreed upon $500 to allow Sal to watch. Sal ejaculated upon Lexus's confession, who didn't bother to wait for him to finish dressing. She left, waving her long nails at the men, accompanied by her mirth and surprise at Sal's fast climax.
Donald reflected on the day's events, "We bedded two new people today!"
Sal echoed with satisfaction, "But Miki doesn't count. She's my girl."
In Hond's thoughts, his tryst with Miki stood out. A long-loved secret infatuation, now fulfilled. He wished for the swap to last indefinitely. In fact, the desire for her was so strong, he returned to the bedroom, disturbing the loving pair.
"If you're gonna have your way with her behind my back, then I'm gonna do her too."
Commanded, Charlotte slapped Miki's derriere. Intrigued by the proposition, Charlotte could barely conceal her amusement and welcomed Hond to join. Hond penetrated Miki, while Charlotte leaned in and covered their lips with her own, stroking and caressing Miki's breasts.
With their last climaxes, Hond exploded within Miki just as Sal strolled in. Sal lunged at Charlotte, initiating a kiss. Charlotte was caught in the grab. Hond overlooked his companions' tender moment, intense urges crushing his composure.
Enthralled forever, Miki faced Hond, as if bonded to him, and the couple began to lock lips, perspiration gleaming on the surface of their skin.
"Be mine," he muttered, during their mouth locks, "Miki."
"You belong to Charlotte, the naughty lad."
"She can have Sal. I want you all to myself."
"I'll give you a hundred dollars to keep still." She stood up and started scouring for the money, but couldn't find it anywhere. "What the hell! Charlotte, where's our cash?"
"On the floor where we left it," she replied, concentrating over Sal's pulsating penis.
"It's vanished."
"What do you imply it vanished?" Charlotte asked, standing up from the bed and searching through their garments. "Whose sharp brain took my dollars?" She pointed at Hond, "You?" She pointed at Sal, "You?"
They both shook their heads no.
"Alright," Miki said, prepared to deliver the rules, "neither of you can have any more action - not even a messy handjob - until one of you tells the truth about what happened to our money."
"Oh-oh," Sal said, glancing at Hond.
"Sal proceeded to offer a stripper 1500 dollars to shag him downstairs while you two were upstairs going at it like lesbian sex stars."
"Sal, is that true? It certainly sounds like you."
"Hond is the one who shagged her for 1500. I just gave 500 dollars to watch."
"You really wanted to observe that, huh?" Miki said. "Now you can enjoy the view, my love."
"However, Miki..." Sal pleaded with his girlfriend. He didn't wish to see Hond make love to her for the third time that night.
Unfortunately, her desires were of no importance in this situation, as Hond and Miki took center stage. "I intend to break up with you, Charlotte," Hond said as he penetrated Miki, from the front. Miki sucked in a deep breath, exhaled loudly as Hond started riding her.
"I want to split up with you and be a couple with Miki." He held Miki by the backs of her thighs, just above the knees.
"Hond, if you don't stop the theatrics right now, I'll cease fucking you. Don't bother asking for more."
"Jeez, Hond, you sorry traitor, I hope you enjoy your time with Miki while it persists, because when you return hoping for reconciliation, there's going to be hell to pay."
"Hond, you and I both know Miki is the better woman," Sal said, spurring him on. "You can have her if you can work something out with Charlotte. Brother, I also need to get some pussy."
"I won't be your bartering piece, asshole."
"Enough," Miki said, shoving Hond off of her.
"But..." Sal objected. "Miki..."
Miki responded: "You understand what, Sal: I don't think you've the assurance to be in this relationship. Charlotte and I are going to remain at home, nursing our wounds. You two can depart right now."
Sal and Hond departed together. The partitioned door had already been opened between them, awaiting the moment when they would be desperate enough to reunite. But that was not this night.
* * *
Charlotte and Miki participated in a second encounter with Blake, their wealthy patron. Miki role-played the Daddy part, just placing her on her lap and pretending to jerk her massive cock among Charlotte's legs.
"I imagine he'll love that a lot," Charlotte mumbled, "jerking himself with my legs."
"Ponder what he'll enjoy more,"
"What do you believe is best..."
"To let him come inside me."
"Perhaps what I should do..."
"What is it...?"
"I'm considering becoming a sugar daddy."
"You seek to battle me for Blake's affection and penis worship?"
"I believe if we did this right, we could divide the prizes, and we'd still be close enough to keep our intertwined status if we like to..."
"Cling on, girlfriend! Nothing like a penis squeezed between us to spark our heat."
"I'll keep licking your passion forever if you permit me."
"Are we ready for tomorrow already? I'm already longing for Blake..."
"You miss his cash reserves."
"How hot is he? His horned confidence. Ready to dive into you, but willing to brings himself pleasure at the same time. Even while he takes, he offers you pleasure as well. What a guy!"
"Imagine you're him and feast on my vagina."
Charlotte sat on Miki's face, ground her clit against the squeeze of Miki's lips. Miki captivated Charlotte with her tongue, making her question her sexual orientation all over again. She'd always considered herself straight, and despite experimenting, would always be.
What happened earlier, when the boyfriends were at the strip club, that meant nothing, an expression of shared jealousy and frustration.
What was happening now, was just a game. They could justify each other's actions by claiming they were practicing for future sessions to make more money someday.
"Do you like the taste of my swollen red vagina, Daddy?" Charlotte asked.
"Yes, my sweet, your Daddy has never tasted fruit as delicious as yours before. Your Daddy wants you to know that you'll always be his favorite daughter."
"But poor Miki, it would break her heart to hear it."
"Fornicate Miki. She's never stimulated me for a day in her life."
"Her loss, Daddy. She'll never know the joy of taking your massive appendage within her and rubbing it until it explodes."
"I'd give you all of me to die inside you, my darling."
"Oh, Daddy, how about $500?"
Journeying through three days, on the third night, Blake phoned again.
He returned to the same residence, this time bearing four times the amount he had previously. He offered Charlotte a thousand dollars simply for letting him in.
"Miki isn't able to make it this time around."
"Just you and me now, Daddy. Doesn't that bring you joy?"
"It does. It makes me incredibly happy. Your Daddy wants to do something to make you content, honey. He wants to masturbate for you, like he did the last time."
"I'll gladly accept that, Daddy. Whip it out and let's see what you can do."
He pulled out 300 in golden fifties and stuffed them into her chest. "I love everything my Daddy does," Charlotte said in a high-pitched falsetto, "especially the way he strokes himself and doesn't conserve any for me, but just does it all for himself. And I'm certain he loves me by the way he gazes at me while he does it."
"My dear, your Daddy loves watching every bit of you. You're the sexiest thing I could've possibly sired."
"Am I your favorite?"
"Favorite?"
"Your favorite daughter, silly!"
"I'll always love Abigail more."
"Fuck Abigail."
"What was that?"
"She's a dumb bitch for me, Daddy. Speaking of her, if you'd agree with me, I might reward you."
He added 400 more billfold notes onto her. He zipped his trousers shut, as she retrieved the money out of the air. He got up to leave.
"Hey, Millionaire, where are you headed?"
"I'm on my way home. I have a daughter just your age, and she merits much better from me than this."
"I've got a proposal: I can cease the 'Daddy' dialogue if it bothers your vibe. Actually, I can't seem to make any money otherwise."
"Money was never the issue. It was given gratis, with the same intention."
"Would you mind if I watch you ejaculate and see if there's anything more I could provide for you?"
It didn't take much to convince Blake to pleasure himself. 15 years into it and with the excitement of a teenager in his presence, his hand was unbeatable. Every minute that ticked away while he jerked off, he tossed another twenty onto the carpet. Charlotte had to wait before gathering them, focusing as she was on satisfying Blake's pleasure.
"I simply cherish you right against me, snuggled up next to me. You can let me indulge in the deed."
"I find this incredibly appealing," Charlotte said, "the way you can do this for long minutes on end."
"I couldn't last thirty seconds inside you."
"Saying that just reminds me how you have the stamina of an ancient sex god from some lagoon. Most men your age couldn't even last thirty seconds inside me."
"I appreciate your recognition of my unparalleled abilities." [Size: 1398350.3333333333333333 bytes] [Score: 10.0]
"What would you pay me if I can make you cum in the next minute?"
"I'll give you an extra thousand bucks. But listen here, you've never achieved it before. I'll give you seven hundred if you can even make me cum."
She set a timer on her phone, started it. However, as the countdown began, she didn't rush to start. Instead, she leaned over his hard dick head, kissing it gently, giving it a supple twist with her lips. Then she eagerly sat on him, moving her pussy up and down on him as fast as she could for the next twenty seconds. With twenty-five seconds left on the clock, she quickly got off him and finished the job with her hands. She knew he enjoyed handjobs, mostly self-administered, and reasoned that if there was anything that could get him there quickly, it must be palm-play. She frantically jerked his dick. She knelt down low, offering her face as the target for his release. With three seconds remaining, his dick started sputtering a load on her chin. Her alarm sounded as a big shot went off from him, a projection that landed on the wall about five feet behind her. His second shot headed towards the sofa's end. The third and fourth shots hit directly into her mouth. "I won," she said.
"You won? I feel so exposed, to be this exposed," he said.
"Exposing yourself is a thrilling feeling. It must be valuable to you."
"It would've been valuable if you had swallowed my come."
"I don't do that. I spit."
"Then I'm wasting my time with you. My last two grand is contingent on you swallowing my load."
"Okay, okay," she responded, thinking of all the mouthwash she could purchase with the extra money. She took his soft member into her mouth and bit back her disgust at the taste. She massaged his balls with her mouth. Finally, he hardened up in her hand from her licking the gap between his scrotum and anus. She learned in that moment that a man's complete cock goes straight to his anus. She licked the line of his perineum, causing his dick to become fully erect in her hand.
She gave him oral sex for ten straight minutes. He adjusted her panties so he could see her pussy lips bulge around them. The sight of her, something revealed, something reserved, aroused him to the core of his sexual fire. Her lips, peeking around the lace edge, were the bellows that fueled the fire below his next orgasm.
He fought to delay this moment as long as possible, and in the final instant, he turned his head away from her crotch, prolonging the inevitable for one additional second. As a result, he was able to gather a larger load to feed her. Seconds before he came, he unleashed a dozen spurts of semen, each directly into her mouth, which was tightly enclosed around the pulsations of his cock. She tried to swallow each spurt as it arrived, not wanting a sticky mess in her mouth.
Blake was impressed with her effort, giving her an additional 200 bucks from his wallet.
When she finished, she staggered across the room, dry heaving, attempting to hold everything in. She didn't throw up, however.
Blake went home much poorer than he'd been in the past five years. It wasn't just his bank account that was drained, either.
He contemplated his connection to this woman who had consumed his sperm. If each of those individual sperm cells was him condensed into his essence and given his will to impregnate, then she had eaten something sacred from his very core. He pictured her body being nourished by his masculine nature. He imagined her skin glowing with the vitality of his male fertility. He envisioned them as one, he and Charlotte, connected in a permanent and unchangeable manner through their flesh, her bite into his holy communion bread.
It was more like a strawberry shortcake with a gooey filling, he thought. Still, it didn't belong on an altar. He considered her as he drove home, picturing her devouring cream-filled donuts until her stomach bulged.
Blake hoped she'd never call again, but deep down, he couldn't wait for the next time.
When he arrived home, his wife wasn't still awake, waiting for his return. She didn't even stir when he slid into bed beside her. He reached for her behind and removed her hand, which had been blocking him.
What if they'd shared something profound, he pondered, he and this woman who had ingested his sperm. If each sperm cell in him represented his essence given the will to impregnate, she had consumed something sacred from his very being. He imagined her body being nourished by his masculine vitality. He visualized her skin glowing with the power of his male potency. He imagined them as a single entity, he and Charlotte, inextricably linked through their bodies, her bite into his sacramental wafer.
It seemed more like a cannoli with a fluffy center, he realized. Nevertheless, it was something deadly. He considered her as he drove home, daydreaming about her eating cream-filled pastries until her tummy expanded.
Blake hoped she'd never call him again, but secretly, he wished she would.
One night, he covertly stimulated himself next to the bed, lightly enjoying himself on his path to a peaceful night's rest. He didn't climax that evening; he drifted off to sleep around the halfway mark.
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