Chapter 03
It was a nice and sunny morning in Chennai and everyone was or most probably just getting up but there was this nice Kalyana Mandapam(Marriage Hall) where a marriage was underway between Ashu and Laxman two young bright colleagues who decided to tie the knot and made their respective families agree to it and after a considerable wait on a nice April morning the marriage was getting into its final stages.
The bride's father Ragaswamy was a tall smart guy of around 56 years in age and had a sexy wife Pratchi around 53 years in age whose sisters were all there for the marriage along with Shanti - the younger sister who just turned 30 years but still looked not more than 24 -25 years in age.
Extremely sexy and beautiful in the whitish cream silk saree and the jasmine adorning her hair at the back, she looked radiating sexy and adorable and eatable all at the same time.
She was moving swiftly across the floor in the huge hall, taking the heat into her stride and also at the same time ensuring that her beauty continued to attract the male in all its intensity, though not a divorcee, she was near split with her husband and it was all over between the two, he was on his own though they continued to live under the same roof.
Well - the mantras were being read and the marriage was on, all the guests were seated to bless the newly to be wed couple and Ragaswamy was eyeing his sister in law Shanti, he had come to know that the husband and wife were not going along a few years ago when she had come down from Trichy (where she worked) to share the woes with her sister and it was during that time our 'hero' pounced on the opportunity, and though traditional, spiritual and all, Shanti had been without sex for quite some time and Raga made use of this and fucked the shit hole on the very first occasion behind his wife's back.
Shanti succumbed to the huge man with lot of remorse regret and agony, she did not want to cheat on her sister but Raga left her with no choice and she was dragged one afternoon while picking clothes from the can to put them into the washing machine, into the nearby bathroom and cupping her mouth with his left hand, Raga had sodomized her, it was nearly a Ra*e but eventually got converted into consensual sex, with Shanti lovingly drinking his juice as a prize gift to him for initiating her back into the sexual world after a gap nearly 7 years, he wondered how much juice he could have got out of her if he had known this at least 5 years ago, the youth of the sister in law that time would have given his 50 year old cock much more reason to tremble in her pussy, but there was not much that he lost, he had anyway fucked her in the ass, which he had been fantasizing about her since ages.
Now back to the marriage, both knew it was coming and Shanti for quite some time did not come out of the makeup room, spent all time with her niece and wanted to avoid the contact with her brother in law, she seriously wanted to stay away from his gaze to make sure the affair does not go out of proportion spoiling her sister's life, that was more important to her but then what is destined is bound to happen. The marriage was in full swing and the priest wanted some ingredients which were to brought and given instantly, nobody on stage, her sister called her on the cell and asked her to come and give it to Raga who was already on the stage, she came and gave the small box to him and he beckoned her to come and closer and held the hand which was holding the box and told her in the ear "After the wedding when the crowd is gone, this very place where the marriage is happening will be the spot for you, so get ready, all arrangements have been made, the men around taking care of this hall know you and know what we will do after the crowd is gone" and pressed her hand sharply.
She was not at all happy about it and quickly ran to the room, bolted from inside and started to weep. Her face was pressed into the pillow and boobs against the satiny bed cover of the makeup room's bed and all this while her brother in law - older to her by nearly 16 years - was already planning how to lay her soon in the evening while conducting his own daughter's wedding.
The man did not know that his son Vivek was also in the ring and while the marriage vows were being recited and the center stage was agog with people, Vivek quietly sneaked into the makeup room and coolly slid next to his aunt - at the least did she ever suspect him, he was born in front of her own eyes 22 years back and she treated him as her own son, but little did the pretty woman realize that today's young men wanted no less than their own mother's sisters in bed and this guy was no different.
He started to lick at her eyelids which were swollen and she did not mind even that, she had nothing to suspect after all he had been doing all this for quite some time all these years.
She was made to jump only when he quietly pulled the string attached to her blouse from the back and the clasp gave way for the garment to open up and it was all bare, the bra was strapless and her back was shining - she had applied good cream on the skin in the morning after bath and in the AC confines, she smelt wonderful. As the boy descended on her back, Shanti screamed at him and admonished him for the misbehavior and sent me off from the room and bolted it from inside but not for long - her brother in law called her on the mobile and told her to come and meet his would be son-in-law's uncles who were desperate to meet her- she refused to come out for any such venture and stayed put inside.
Soon she could hear noise outside and her sisters started to enquire about her whereabouts and that put in a spot and there started the banging on the door, slowly she got up and opened to let them in and all of them admired how pretty she looked in the creamiest white silk saree and the green silk blouse, some even commented she looked more of the bride and the not the niece and this prompted some one to be even more naughty asking what will she wear for the honey moon, and precisely at that moment her b-i-l entered the room asking all of them to come to the sanctum sanctorum (Mandapam) for the final vows and the blessings before the thread would be tied.
While all of them were leaving - standing at the door, he took cheeky swipe at her ass and cupped the left cheek amply enough to let her know his intentions. He was going to have her today.
The marriage got over and lot of the men folk in the groom's side were taken aback by the beauties and the spot beauty Shanti.
Some even fantasized a quick fuck with her and this left many dreaming and Raga - the brother in law knowing all these lecherous fellows - had a hearty lunch, after all he was going to get the beauty soon.
Shanti looked stunning. Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her own bridal jewellery for her niece's wedding. Her long hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece.
Twin patterned gold strands with dainty tassels curved down along her hairline and disappeared behind her ears. A third strand swept up from the centre of her forehead and through the parting in her hair, meeting the others under her long braid.
The three strands then twined with her thick plait. A sexy Tamil *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with *kajal*.
Gold earrings hung from her earlobes.
Around her neck, she wore several gold necklaces of different lengths, ranging from a short loop that hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick strand that touched her belly below her navel. Her arms were bare, and she wore twin gold bands on either arm, the ends snaking upward in a little curve.
Several gold bracelets and bands adorned her wrists.
Her fingers were studded with gold and diamond finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of finger-rings linked together with gold strands that lay along the back of her wrists. Her toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets hung around her ankles.
Around her bare midriff, there was a gold girdle, riding high on her hips and low under her belly and above her buttocks.
She looked younger and prettier and sexier and screw ready more than the bride -her niece and all men in the hall had stiff hardon and all wanted her badly.
Amongst all in the male crowd, the man who appealed to Shanti was Venkat, brother in law of the groom, he looked extremely fit handsome and must have been fit all his life at 6' height he had the majestic personality -he met her during the introductions and gave her a wry nice innocent smile and looked the other way, did not give away his breath taken away by the sexy beauty.
He was not one of them to lust for something so easily - women fell for him and he had his fill though his wife was a beauty herself, Venkat did not give up or lose opportunities of outside sex, he made discreet use of any advances and in this case, it had to be Shanti who would have to make the 1st step.
Raga could see the eye contact and knew his sister in law well, she had a huge sex urging between her legs and recently had dumped the husband of her best friend who incidentally was there at the wedding and she was giving him no scope or attention.
It was clear for all who knew them that she was dumping him. Her friend was oblivious of that part in her life where her husband was sometime a paramour of her friend and now it did not matter, though the husband was sulking at the whole response and attention Shanti did provide or did not provide.
Venkat and his roving eyes did everything to spot and pick up Shanti wherever she was - Shanti had to be conscious of it and while all this was on Raja - Venkat's brother in law and the groom's father introduced him to Raga and soon they struck a chord, ' Raghav - would you like to rest for a while, you can take the AC room on the 1st floor, will have my sister in law take care of you' as he made this sentence, he could see the friend's husband trying desperately to get Shanti's attention who kept him at a distance.
The dowry and some of the give and take to the groom's party was still left and a sizeable amount of it was to be given in Gold, Raga had promised Raja, that he would do it in kind if not in cash. Raja was clear from the beginning - since the time the groom party landed at the Mandapam that they wanted her - Shanti for all of them, and Raga was not able to articulate that to Shanti clearly and thought he will fuck her and then get her to the place where they were staying and leave the beauty to the beasts but now - in the heat which he could see was generating between his sweet sis in law's legs juicing for Venkat- he was sure he did not have to wait for that long.
She was obviously ignoring him but insistent Raga caught her eyes and hinted her to come by his side, she saw Venkat and smelt a rat and swiftly reached the center of the Mandapam and got the message, though very keen, she did not show it and slowly took the man to the 1st floor and all this was a dejection a jilt of his lifetime to the friend's husband who knew the sequel to this long walk the two were taking to the room on the top, the longer she would take to come back will be the result on his heartbeat which will just climb geometrically and that was the outcome.
Venkat looked at the supple flesh hidden in the nice sexy silk saree - cream colored with green print of embroidery and a green blouse, Shanti looked extremely sexy not withstanding her age - she did not look that age at all, the sexy pussy just looked like she was not more than 28-30 years. Wow - what God does is - he faults in some and fills it in other areas. She may not have had a fine happy married life but sex came in all shapes and sizes to fill the gap.
Shanti looked at Venkat, holding his eyes and felt the first frisson of excitement ripple through her body. The man was superbly built, very sexy. He was rugged and handsome, with clean-shaven, aquiline features. He had sharp, piercing, deep-set eyes, a knife-blade nose, slender lips that were almost cruel in their line and a rock-hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin. His cheeks had sexy hollows in them and his hair was thick and cropped short. His body was superbly sculpted.
The neck was strong and hard and descended to broad shoulders that bulged with muscle. His arms and legs were strong, rippling with thick, long, smoothly curved muscles. His torso was a savagely slashing V, tapering from his broad shoulders to a ballet dancer's high hips and narrow waist. The belly was flat as a washboard.
His chest was deeply cleaved, with thick pectorals that hung like slabs of granite. His silk dress was tight and she noticed again the thick, promising bulge in his crotch. The silk top he wore had a low neck and wide arm holes and Shanti noticed with a rush of pleasure that his body was glamorous and smooth, with even the armpits dilated.
"You are very handsome, why do you look at me like that, you must be married to a lovely woman, you Iyengars have lovely women in you life?" she asked.
"I do not know but feel like lost when I look at you, you are so beautiful, you are intoxicating and an addiction for men like us who do not get all the sex from their spouses have to seek solace in sanctuaries like you beautiful. Need beauties like you to regain vigor in life" he succumbed to his thoughts around her pregnant since he had arrived in the morning.
"Where is your wife - did not see her, heard a lot of her and about the two of you?" she was being cheeky.
"Well she was there in the morning, must have gone for some temple visit and later maybe some shopping, she is not the type to hang around for all the rituals. The groom my nephew is going to be with us after the wedding in the US - so will have lot of time with them, that must be going on in her mind, you look so graceful and sexy at the same time, how do you maintain it and must say, you are extremely attractive, do you mind if I touch you, is it allowed?"
She responded to the meek submission from him rather quickly, "Take off your clothes" she murmured. "Take it of first the angavastram, slowly and slowly."
Venkat grinned and, crossing his arms, slowly lifted the top off his head.
Shanti moistened her lips.
He really was an immense turn-on.
His nipples were small and hard and dark pulled wide and low on either side of his chest. She smiled and slid her hands up his body gently, caressing the contours of his body with her fingertips, tilting her face to his. He bent his head and their lips met, fluttered, hesitated, then opened sensuously and she pressed to him, her jewelry warm cold and hard between their bodies, exciting rough on his dark skin. He cupped her face as he kissed her, their tongue fencing erotically.
Her mouth was warm and soft and her tongue probed in his mouth. He slid his hands down to her shoulders and then lower, caressing her back, her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, rising with tantalizing slowness to her breasts.
Shanti murmured as he cupped her breasts through the sexy silk green blouse and black bra inside. They swelled and grew harder and heavier and her nipples stiffened in the taut cloth band and he flicked the hard stubs through the cloth.
Shanti's lips parted reluctantly from his. Her eyes were bright with desire, her mouth open, her breathing shallow and rapid, the nostrils flared. With a soft moan, she dragged her lips and tongue down his face and neck to his chest.
Bending her head, she ran her tongue across his chest, lapping gently at the deep cleft in the centre, then gliding sensuously over the swell and down to one nipple, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Venkat grunted.
His nipple stiffened and she rapped it rapidly, then opened her mouth and clamped her lips around the nipple and dark aureole and nibbled sharply. Venkat gasped. It felt wonderful. Her shapely fingers crawled across and she scraped his other nipple with her sharp fingernails.
Venkat quivered in pleasure. Her mouth was soft and moist and her tongue worked his nipple steadily while her teeth scraped across its hardness. She moved to the other slowly, then returned to the first, then the second. It was slow, exquisite, agonizing.
His cock quivered and began to swell. Her fingers crept down his belly and into his crotch and she squeezed the bulge of his penis through his shorts.
Venkat pushed her down gently and Shanti sank to her knees before him, he looked down at her, his eyes glittering with excitement, his muscles corded with tension and pleasure, breathing heavily. She smiled gently and, her eyes tilted up to watch his expression, opened her mouth and took the tip of his penis in her lips through his lungi and the underwear. Venkat moaned softly. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the muffled softness of her tongue. Reaching up, she drew down the zipper fly of his shorts slowly.
His fleshy penis bounced out, already hardening and she moaned it pleasure. It was magnificent. Already over eight inches long, an inch and a half thick, it was growing still, hardening, rising, lengthening, thickening.
The balls were low and heavy. The cock-shaft was shaved clean and smooth to the hilt. The circumcised cock-head bobbed against her face. Her breath was hot on his penis as she cradled it in her hands and caressed her face with it, running it sexily over her lips and cheeks and eyes. Slowly, she slid her tongue out and ran it over his cock-head. Venkat gasped softly, his belly rippling inward.
"Oh fuck yes!" he murmured. "C'mon! Suck it!"
Shanti resisted the temptation for a few seconds, plying the bulging cock-head with her tongue. Venkat held still, his pulse quickening, his breathing shorter and sharper. At last, her lips flowered and slipped around his cock-head and part of his shaft, enveloping his erection in her warm, moist, soft mouth.
"Oh fuck yes!" Venkat gasped, his head bent, his mouth open. "Oh fuck yes, c'mon, suck it! Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh ... fuck yes, that's it! Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... suck my dick, Shanti darling ... do it! Ohhhhh uhhhh yes!"
His words of excitement and the tangy taste and musky odour of his penis aroused Shanti. She sucked his cock slowly and deeply and heavily, her head moving back and forth and from side to side.
Her tongue continued describing wonderfully erotic arcs around his thick cock-head. His cock oozed pre-cum gunk and she groaned, jerking his shaft, opening her mouth wide to let him see it fleck her lips and cheeks, dribble onto her tongue. Her eyes lifted to watch him, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft to his heavy balls and, opening her mouth, let his testicles drop into it one by one, flicking them with her tongue, and sucking tenderly.
It was an exquisite feeling, having her soft face burrow between his thighs, her warm mouth teasing his balls.
"Fuck yes!" Venkat grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"
Shanti smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head. She went higher, kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his hollow navel and caressed his cock with her necklaces. Venkat groaned at the delicate rough rasp of the precious metal on his penis.
She bent his cock down and squeezed it into her deep and inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and crushing them in a tight sheath over his cock.
Slowly, she masturbated him with her breasts, her tongue and lips on his belly, her necklaces rasping over his cock-shaft. It was an extraordinary, erotic feeling and Venkat's loins grew hot with lust. He pushed her head back down to his cock.
"C'mon ... suck it hard, Shanti ... suck my dick real nice and deep!"
Shanti groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now fully nine inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth.
Venkat gasped and began to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips.
His penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Shanti kept working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit
in its tip with her tongue. Venkat gasped his joy.
"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, Shanti darling ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"
She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his thighs. The Iyengar stud gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro. The fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.
Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it when guys do that."
For a second, Venkat was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.
"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."
He drew her to her feet and Shanti turned around, her back to him.
He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the saree cloth band. It unraveled and he drew it off slowly, scraping it over her nipples. She shuddered and leaned back against him.
He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly through the blouse sexy and silky smooth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his undershorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside.
Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she caressed his penis tenderly. Venkat twined his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Shanti shivered as the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Venkat, fuck me."
There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her. Venkat turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.
Venkat smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. Slowly he removed the blouse and unstrapped the sexy new full of sweat bra and tossed them aside. The petticoat knot came off without much tussle and the panty was glistening with her juices and sweat at the same time.
He slid his hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently.
Shanti writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them. Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Venkat dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole.
Shanti gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head.
Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip.
Shanti writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, scraping her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
Shanti gasped and moaned her hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously.
Shanti cried out, arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her jewelry scraped across her aching nipples.
"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Venkat yes oh god yes!" she gasped.
Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower.
His tongue rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside and outside her petticoat and panties, her cunt was completely exposed. Venkat quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks.
It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Shanti's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.
Venkat pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed his lust.
Shanti gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.
"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Venkat, c'mon, do it!"
Venkat curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet slit. Shanti gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. Her hips bucked and writhed under his face.
Venkat swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savoring her streaming cunt-juices.
Shanti gasped and moaned her pleasure.
He parted her cunt-lips wider and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her clitoris with his tongue rapidly.
Shanti hissed in pleasure, arching steeply.
Venkat slowed and, using his tongue, pushed the gold chain deeper into her slit, scraping it delicately over her clitoris.
Shanti cried out in pleasure, her hands mauling her swollen breasts, her head flung back, jerking erotically from side to side. The feeling was exquisite; his hot breath, his thick, heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Shanti's body flamed with desire.
"Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh god oh god oh god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!"she cried, writhing and thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.
Venkat pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked them onto the armchair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table, her feet pressed to the padded armrests.
Slowly, levering herself against the heavy seating, she lifted her hips higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Her buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the osition, for she now had her hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the table.
The gold chain was crushed between her buttocks. Quickly, she pushed her hands under her hips, supporting her weight, and relaxed her buttocks.
They lobed open, unlading slowly. Her cunt was on level with his face now. Venkat chuckled and slowly ground a thick finger into her wet slit. Her cunt channel was hot and tight and, as it convulsed on his probing finger, she gasped loudly.
Venkat shoved his tongue back into her cunt, now finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously.
"Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh oh ma uhh oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Shanti cried.
Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips writhed and swayed and undulated in the up thrust position.
Her breasts wobbled and shook sexily with her movements.
Venkat ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, flicked her clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and that inside her frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch and volume. She soared up to the brink of a violent orgasm, gasping and crying out.
Timing it to perfection, Venkat stopped, sliding his finger out of her slit, lifting his head. Shanti gasped in dismay and shock, moaning angrily.
"For god's sake, Venkat! Don't stop! Not now!"
He chuckled and rose, denying her. Shanti moaned, her body sinking back onto the glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt feverishly.
Quickly, Venkat turned and straddled her face. She groaned, opening her mouth gratefully, and took his cock deep into her mouth.
Venkat grunted in pleasure and, bending over her body, pushed his face into her crotch again. Her breasts were hot and fleshy against his thighs; her jewelry rasped sexily between their bodies. Shanti groaned deep in her cock-filled throat as he lapped gently at her flowing cunt-juices again.
She sucked his cock slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down over her face. His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her luscious lips.
Her teeth scraped delicately over his shaft. He flicked her clitoris delicately with his tongue and fingertip. She groaned, her hips writhing under his face, and ran her tongue around his cock-head, sucking it insistently, scraping her teeth along the hard shaft.
They writhed together on the coffee-table,evouring each other, prolonging the pleasure.
When he stopped again, Shanti felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust and desire. Venkat rolled smoothly off her body and quickly returned to the other end of the table, kneeling between her spread thighs.
Shanti moaned softly, her bejeweled fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, moving the gold chain aside.
"C'mon ... shove it in, Venkat ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard, lover! I want your cock in my cunt!"
Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him intensely. His eyes lingered on her spread-eagled body, wantonly offered for his pleasure. Her chest heaved with excitement. Her breasts were squeezed between her outstretched arms, luscious and tempting. Her jeweled fingers clawed her cunt-lips open, revealing the moist flesh within.
Her legs were stretched apart in a wide V, her feet still on the chair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table.
Venkat's pulse raced with pleasure. He ploughed her cunt-lips open with his thumbs and pressed his cock-head to her slit. Shanti bit her lower lip in tension; she could feel the searing heat of his cock at her cunt. She fondled his shaft and cock-head lovingly.
"C'mon," she muttered. "Do it! Fuck me, lover!"
Venkat took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks slowly, slid his hips forward. His huge penis surged into her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips wide open.
He gasped loudly as he entered her hot, wet, tight fissure. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his penetrating cock. The breath hissed from her throat. Her mouth tore open.
Her body bowed, and her head arched back. Her hands flew to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them hard, her fingers pinching her nipples. His cock was magnificent, rock-hard enormously thick and long; it went in and in and in, piercing her cunt deeply, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Ohhhh god yes, Venkat, yes! Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Do it! Fuck me, Shanti darling! Fuck my cunt! C'mon Ohhhhhh yes! That's it! Oh ma uhhhh yes! Oh yes!"
"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" he gasped.
He began fucking her heavily and deeply and slowly, his head arched back, his buttocks flexing and unlacing, his hips rocking back and forth, sliding to and fro in a deep, piercing, mesmerizing steady rhythm.
His cock ground in and out of her cunt, sliding outward, then grinding deep into her cunt gain. Shanti gasped and moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her hands on her breasts, her hips writhing and heaving.
Venkat gripped her thighs, lifting them higher and wider as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could.
Her cunt was incredible: Hot, tight, wet, it convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis, seeming to draw him deeper and deeper into its vortex.
The gold chain rasped against his thick, rough-skinned cock-shaft as it stroked in and out of her slit. Gasping and grunting, the lifeguard began moving faster.
His hips swung back and forth in longer, deeper, quicker strokes, and his cock piston smoothly in and out of her cunt.
Shanti moaned and writhed, her body lurching and rocking under his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing heavily.
"Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhhh uhh *hanh* yes oh yes oh god yes Venkat yes oh god Venkat! Ohhh uhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh SUHHHHL-MA ... uhhhh AHHHHHHHHHN uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!"
Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah oh yeh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh ohhhh!"he cried, panting heavily, rocking his hips back and forth faster and faster.
Now he put his hands on the base of her belly, pulling her cunt-lips wide open and, gritting his teeth, grimacing, biting his lower lip in tension as the heat built and surged and spread in his loins, he began ramming and reaming greedily into her cunt.
Each thrust drew a broken, shuddering gasp from her throat.
Shanti's body whipped and writhed on the table, her jewelry tinkling, the metal glinting and winking, slithering this way and that on her tawny skin. Hissing in pleasure, he slowed again, now swirling his hips as he thrust into her so that his cunt entered her from all angles.
"OHH uhhh OHHH!" she gasped deliriously, her head flipping from side to side. "Oh fuck yes! Oh Shanti darling yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Venkat! Oh god yes!"
"Ahhhh uhhh Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes!" he moaned.
"The condom," she gasped, sensing the imminence of his orgasm. "Put it on! Quickly!"
With a shuddering groan, slid out of her cunt and she gasped at the sudden release in pressure. He grabbed the condom-piece and struggled into it.
He slid his penis into it. It was a snug, perfect fit.
His cock-head popped out of the aperture in the tip.
The shaft length of the sheath had short flexible spikes, thick round studs and knobs and a cleverly designed free-form lattice of intersecting ribs that were thick and long. Putting it on, he felt his erection harden and, simultaneously, the ebbing of his orgasm. He grinned in delight. Craning her head, Shanti stared at his armored penis and moaned thickly.
"God, I want that in my cunt!" she muttered. "C'mon, Venkat, fuck me!"
Grinning, Venkat bent over her between her spread thighs and gripped the sides of the table, his knees deeply bent. His cock-head probed at her cunt. She guided his penis to her orifice. He grunted and, flexing his buttocks slowly, ground down deep into her flesh, driving inexorably inwards.
The breath rattled from her throat. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp, her head arching back, her back bowing steeply.
The spikes bent as they pierced through her cunt-lips, scraping delightfully through her quivering cunt-flesh. The hard knobs and studs and ribs mashed her gorged clitoris. The pleasure was intense, unbearable. Her hips jerked and lurched up to his and she dug her fingers into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. He winced as her fingernails broke his skin and pushed deeper still.
"OHHHHHUHHHHHH HHHHHAHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and ragged, her chest heaving, her face a vision of lust. "Oh ma uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her cunt convulsed on his penis. Venkat gasped: He could feel the heat of her cunt through the fine latex sheath. He bent deeply forward, his powerful distended muscles rippling, his arms bending, his biceps and triceps flexed taut, and kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth.
His buttocks were flexed taut, his hips pressed down between her thighs, his cock embedded in her flesh. Shanti moaned and sucked eagerly on his tongue, her fingers caressing his hard body.
"You're incredible," he murmured, kissing her eyes tenderly.
"So are you," she smiled, tonguing his ear, her hips squirming beneath his. "Come on ... now fuck me!"
Venkat eased the strenuous position by spreading his legs and dropping his hands to the floor,now his body was angled over hers, balanced on the balls of his feet and his hands, his arms outstretched.
Shanti craned her head and sucked on one nipple, running her tongue lasciviously over the hard stub.
Venkat began to fuck her slowly and heavily, in total control. His lifted his hips, unflexing his buttocks, drawing his cock outward. She groaned and her head flopped back, her face arching, soft and lovely with pleasure. He paused and then slowly ground down deep into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed on his penis. She gasped, arching her hips greedily to his, her hands clenching his thickly padded shoulder muscles, sliding down his bulging biceps to his forearms.
"Mm ... ohhhhh yes!" she gasped, as the sheathed cock crushed into her flesh again, the spikes and knobs and studs on the surface mashing her gorged clitoris. "Ohhhh yes, Shanti darling yes! Fuck me!"
Buried deep in her cunt, Venkat paused, his buttocks flexed taut, and swung his hips in slow, smooth arcs. Beneath him, Shanti hissed in pleasure, her mouth opening wide, her tongue swiveling across her upper lip.
"Ohhh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god that's so good yes!"
He slid out, paused, ground down and into her; paused, swirled his hips, paused, slid out ... Shanti was ecstatic. The pleasure was keen and sharp, delicately balanced so that she was just out of reach of her orgasm.
The man was a masterful lover.
He maintained the complex rhythm, fucking her entirely for her pleasure, prolonging the agonizing joy, keeping her maddeningly close to the final release. He grinned down at her, enjoying the spasms of pleasure on her face and, bending, lapped gently at one up thrust breast, then the other, sucking tenderly on the luscious mounds. Shanti gasped and moaned, kissing him feverishly, tonguing his ear.
"Please," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore, Venkat! Do it!"
He relented and steadied his rhythm to a straight up-and-down, in-and-out motion, his powerful muscles rippling smoothly, taking the strain without effort. His taut buttocks flexed and not flawed, and his hips swung rhythmically up and down.
His immense erection, in its black leather jacket drove steadily in and out of her wet cunt, appearing and disappearing between her unfurled cunt-lips. Her pubic hair was wet and sticky with her flowing cunt-juices.
She moaned and cried out, her body jerking and lurching under his thrusts, her hips rocking and writhing and heaving, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing, her jewelry slithering on her tawny skin. Her head rolled from side to side. She began to sweat: Beads of perspiration dotted her upper lip and brow; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck; a thin rivulet of sweat coursed between her breasts, another trickled down her belly and met her flowing cunt-juices in a mucilaginous confluence.
He began to move faster and she gasped and cried out, lurching and jerking in frenzy under him. He was utterly relentless and kept moving, his body rocking and jerking up and down, his hips swinging back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlacing, his cock grinding in and out of her slit. He, too, was perspiring now and their bodies squelched and slapped wetly together.
"Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhuhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.
"Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah yes ah yes oh yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohfuckOHHHHH!" he cried, his head arching back.
He drove into her and paused, buried deep in her slit. She gasped, perplexed, her body writhing under his, taken unawares by the sudden change in tempo. Suddenly and without warning, he lifted his hips high and then rammed hard into her cunt and began fucking her furiously.
His hips rocked savagely up and down, snapping from the waist, his buttocks opening and closing alternately in a feverish rhythm, his cock plunging and piston and ramming and reaming frantically in and out of her cunt.
"OHMAUHHHHAHHHUHHH HOHSUHHHHLMAHHHHHHNUHHH UHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Shanti cried out thinly, her body rocking and jerking violently under him, her hips bucking and heaving, crashing against his loins, her cunt convulsing and spasm uncontrollably on his throbbing penis.
Her orgasm loomed, getting closer and closer and then she exploded, her back bowing and arching, sweat splintering off their rocking bodies, her breasts thrust up, her mouth torn open in a loud cry, her face contorted in a savage rectus of lust, her hips jerked up to his, her cunt convulsing frantically on his penis. Venkat gasped and rammed his cock into her repeatedly. Each thrust made her choke and gasp and cry out, sent her body jerking and lurching, rolling her up on the small of her back, drawing out the orgasm. He kept moving, ramming wildly into her, till he felt her orgasm recede, the convulsions of her cunt diminishing in intensity and frequency.
Gradually, he slowed, fucking her gently with long, smooth thrusts that drew small, broken moans of pure pleasure.
Finally, he eased himself deep into her and held still releasing his cum into her. She groaned and, opening her eyes, her chest heaving, smiled up at him.
"That was incredible," she gasped softly. "Fuck me again."
"I intend to," he murmured. "No chance of stopping now!"
Whimpering, she moved her legs off the chair and sofa. Her thighs trembled from the strain of keeping the position for so long. He slid slowly out of her flesh and she gasped. There was a knock on the door and she knew it was going to be embarrassing if she continued in the room any longer and quickly got up pushing him aside - rushed with her clothes into the bathroom and dressed properly and soon stood in front of the door which was still closed, she made sure Venkat was dressed and stepped out of the door. There was nobody when she came out but could see her brother in law down near the stair case seated on a side stool. The place was deserted.
He rose to his feet, staggering slightly as his muscles cramped slightly when he eased the tension in them. He held his hand out and helped her down the stairs. She staggered slightly as she came down and nearly into his arms. He held her close, his thick, sheathed angavastram pressing between their bodies and kissed her deeply.
"I also want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you," he grunted and before anyone could see them released her quickly.
"Thabk you for Venkat and for that you can Fuck me as long as you can," she whispered, bending and her fingers fondling his balls and cock through his cloth. "I want you."
The bride's father Ragaswamy was a tall smart guy of around 56 years in age and had a sexy wife Pratchi around 53 years in age whose sisters were all there for the marriage along with Shanti - the younger sister who just turned 30 years but still looked not more than 24 -25 years in age.
Extremely sexy and beautiful in the whitish cream silk saree and the jasmine adorning her hair at the back, she looked radiating sexy and adorable and eatable all at the same time.
She was moving swiftly across the floor in the huge hall, taking the heat into her stride and also at the same time ensuring that her beauty continued to attract the male in all its intensity, though not a divorcee, she was near split with her husband and it was all over between the two, he was on his own though they continued to live under the same roof.
Well - the mantras were being read and the marriage was on, all the guests were seated to bless the newly to be wed couple and Ragaswamy was eyeing his sister in law Shanti, he had come to know that the husband and wife were not going along a few years ago when she had come down from Trichy (where she worked) to share the woes with her sister and it was during that time our 'hero' pounced on the opportunity, and though traditional, spiritual and all, Shanti had been without sex for quite some time and Raga made use of this and fucked the shit hole on the very first occasion behind his wife's back.
Shanti succumbed to the huge man with lot of remorse regret and agony, she did not want to cheat on her sister but Raga left her with no choice and she was dragged one afternoon while picking clothes from the can to put them into the washing machine, into the nearby bathroom and cupping her mouth with his left hand, Raga had sodomized her, it was nearly a Ra*e but eventually got converted into consensual sex, with Shanti lovingly drinking his juice as a prize gift to him for initiating her back into the sexual world after a gap nearly 7 years, he wondered how much juice he could have got out of her if he had known this at least 5 years ago, the youth of the sister in law that time would have given his 50 year old cock much more reason to tremble in her pussy, but there was not much that he lost, he had anyway fucked her in the ass, which he had been fantasizing about her since ages.
Now back to the marriage, both knew it was coming and Shanti for quite some time did not come out of the makeup room, spent all time with her niece and wanted to avoid the contact with her brother in law, she seriously wanted to stay away from his gaze to make sure the affair does not go out of proportion spoiling her sister's life, that was more important to her but then what is destined is bound to happen. The marriage was in full swing and the priest wanted some ingredients which were to brought and given instantly, nobody on stage, her sister called her on the cell and asked her to come and give it to Raga who was already on the stage, she came and gave the small box to him and he beckoned her to come and closer and held the hand which was holding the box and told her in the ear "After the wedding when the crowd is gone, this very place where the marriage is happening will be the spot for you, so get ready, all arrangements have been made, the men around taking care of this hall know you and know what we will do after the crowd is gone" and pressed her hand sharply.
She was not at all happy about it and quickly ran to the room, bolted from inside and started to weep. Her face was pressed into the pillow and boobs against the satiny bed cover of the makeup room's bed and all this while her brother in law - older to her by nearly 16 years - was already planning how to lay her soon in the evening while conducting his own daughter's wedding.
The man did not know that his son Vivek was also in the ring and while the marriage vows were being recited and the center stage was agog with people, Vivek quietly sneaked into the makeup room and coolly slid next to his aunt - at the least did she ever suspect him, he was born in front of her own eyes 22 years back and she treated him as her own son, but little did the pretty woman realize that today's young men wanted no less than their own mother's sisters in bed and this guy was no different.
He started to lick at her eyelids which were swollen and she did not mind even that, she had nothing to suspect after all he had been doing all this for quite some time all these years.
She was made to jump only when he quietly pulled the string attached to her blouse from the back and the clasp gave way for the garment to open up and it was all bare, the bra was strapless and her back was shining - she had applied good cream on the skin in the morning after bath and in the AC confines, she smelt wonderful. As the boy descended on her back, Shanti screamed at him and admonished him for the misbehavior and sent me off from the room and bolted it from inside but not for long - her brother in law called her on the mobile and told her to come and meet his would be son-in-law's uncles who were desperate to meet her- she refused to come out for any such venture and stayed put inside.
Soon she could hear noise outside and her sisters started to enquire about her whereabouts and that put in a spot and there started the banging on the door, slowly she got up and opened to let them in and all of them admired how pretty she looked in the creamiest white silk saree and the green silk blouse, some even commented she looked more of the bride and the not the niece and this prompted some one to be even more naughty asking what will she wear for the honey moon, and precisely at that moment her b-i-l entered the room asking all of them to come to the sanctum sanctorum (Mandapam) for the final vows and the blessings before the thread would be tied.
While all of them were leaving - standing at the door, he took cheeky swipe at her ass and cupped the left cheek amply enough to let her know his intentions. He was going to have her today.
The marriage got over and lot of the men folk in the groom's side were taken aback by the beauties and the spot beauty Shanti.
Some even fantasized a quick fuck with her and this left many dreaming and Raga - the brother in law knowing all these lecherous fellows - had a hearty lunch, after all he was going to get the beauty soon.
Shanti looked stunning. Her tawny body glittered with gold. She wore all her own bridal jewellery for her niece's wedding. Her long hair was braided and parted in the centre, held by a gold head-piece.
Twin patterned gold strands with dainty tassels curved down along her hairline and disappeared behind her ears. A third strand swept up from the centre of her forehead and through the parting in her hair, meeting the others under her long braid.
The three strands then twined with her thick plait. A sexy Tamil *bindi* dotted her forehead. Her eyes were lined freshly with *kajal*.
Gold earrings hung from her earlobes.
Around her neck, she wore several gold necklaces of different lengths, ranging from a short loop that hung just above her breasts, to a long, thick strand that touched her belly below her navel. Her arms were bare, and she wore twin gold bands on either arm, the ends snaking upward in a little curve.
Several gold bracelets and bands adorned her wrists.
Her fingers were studded with gold and diamond finger-rings, and, on each hand, a complex arrangement of finger-rings linked together with gold strands that lay along the back of her wrists. Her toes had rings and delicate, fine anklets hung around her ankles.
Around her bare midriff, there was a gold girdle, riding high on her hips and low under her belly and above her buttocks.
She looked younger and prettier and sexier and screw ready more than the bride -her niece and all men in the hall had stiff hardon and all wanted her badly.
Amongst all in the male crowd, the man who appealed to Shanti was Venkat, brother in law of the groom, he looked extremely fit handsome and must have been fit all his life at 6' height he had the majestic personality -he met her during the introductions and gave her a wry nice innocent smile and looked the other way, did not give away his breath taken away by the sexy beauty.
He was not one of them to lust for something so easily - women fell for him and he had his fill though his wife was a beauty herself, Venkat did not give up or lose opportunities of outside sex, he made discreet use of any advances and in this case, it had to be Shanti who would have to make the 1st step.
Raga could see the eye contact and knew his sister in law well, she had a huge sex urging between her legs and recently had dumped the husband of her best friend who incidentally was there at the wedding and she was giving him no scope or attention.
It was clear for all who knew them that she was dumping him. Her friend was oblivious of that part in her life where her husband was sometime a paramour of her friend and now it did not matter, though the husband was sulking at the whole response and attention Shanti did provide or did not provide.
Venkat and his roving eyes did everything to spot and pick up Shanti wherever she was - Shanti had to be conscious of it and while all this was on Raja - Venkat's brother in law and the groom's father introduced him to Raga and soon they struck a chord, ' Raghav - would you like to rest for a while, you can take the AC room on the 1st floor, will have my sister in law take care of you' as he made this sentence, he could see the friend's husband trying desperately to get Shanti's attention who kept him at a distance.
The dowry and some of the give and take to the groom's party was still left and a sizeable amount of it was to be given in Gold, Raga had promised Raja, that he would do it in kind if not in cash. Raja was clear from the beginning - since the time the groom party landed at the Mandapam that they wanted her - Shanti for all of them, and Raga was not able to articulate that to Shanti clearly and thought he will fuck her and then get her to the place where they were staying and leave the beauty to the beasts but now - in the heat which he could see was generating between his sweet sis in law's legs juicing for Venkat- he was sure he did not have to wait for that long.
She was obviously ignoring him but insistent Raga caught her eyes and hinted her to come by his side, she saw Venkat and smelt a rat and swiftly reached the center of the Mandapam and got the message, though very keen, she did not show it and slowly took the man to the 1st floor and all this was a dejection a jilt of his lifetime to the friend's husband who knew the sequel to this long walk the two were taking to the room on the top, the longer she would take to come back will be the result on his heartbeat which will just climb geometrically and that was the outcome.
Venkat looked at the supple flesh hidden in the nice sexy silk saree - cream colored with green print of embroidery and a green blouse, Shanti looked extremely sexy not withstanding her age - she did not look that age at all, the sexy pussy just looked like she was not more than 28-30 years. Wow - what God does is - he faults in some and fills it in other areas. She may not have had a fine happy married life but sex came in all shapes and sizes to fill the gap.
Shanti looked at Venkat, holding his eyes and felt the first frisson of excitement ripple through her body. The man was superbly built, very sexy. He was rugged and handsome, with clean-shaven, aquiline features. He had sharp, piercing, deep-set eyes, a knife-blade nose, slender lips that were almost cruel in their line and a rock-hard jaw with a sexy cleft in the chin. His cheeks had sexy hollows in them and his hair was thick and cropped short. His body was superbly sculpted.
The neck was strong and hard and descended to broad shoulders that bulged with muscle. His arms and legs were strong, rippling with thick, long, smoothly curved muscles. His torso was a savagely slashing V, tapering from his broad shoulders to a ballet dancer's high hips and narrow waist. The belly was flat as a washboard.
His chest was deeply cleaved, with thick pectorals that hung like slabs of granite. His silk dress was tight and she noticed again the thick, promising bulge in his crotch. The silk top he wore had a low neck and wide arm holes and Shanti noticed with a rush of pleasure that his body was glamorous and smooth, with even the armpits dilated.
"You are very handsome, why do you look at me like that, you must be married to a lovely woman, you Iyengars have lovely women in you life?" she asked.
"I do not know but feel like lost when I look at you, you are so beautiful, you are intoxicating and an addiction for men like us who do not get all the sex from their spouses have to seek solace in sanctuaries like you beautiful. Need beauties like you to regain vigor in life" he succumbed to his thoughts around her pregnant since he had arrived in the morning.
"Where is your wife - did not see her, heard a lot of her and about the two of you?" she was being cheeky.
"Well she was there in the morning, must have gone for some temple visit and later maybe some shopping, she is not the type to hang around for all the rituals. The groom my nephew is going to be with us after the wedding in the US - so will have lot of time with them, that must be going on in her mind, you look so graceful and sexy at the same time, how do you maintain it and must say, you are extremely attractive, do you mind if I touch you, is it allowed?"
She responded to the meek submission from him rather quickly, "Take off your clothes" she murmured. "Take it of first the angavastram, slowly and slowly."
Venkat grinned and, crossing his arms, slowly lifted the top off his head.
Shanti moistened her lips.
He really was an immense turn-on.
His nipples were small and hard and dark pulled wide and low on either side of his chest. She smiled and slid her hands up his body gently, caressing the contours of his body with her fingertips, tilting her face to his. He bent his head and their lips met, fluttered, hesitated, then opened sensuously and she pressed to him, her jewelry warm cold and hard between their bodies, exciting rough on his dark skin. He cupped her face as he kissed her, their tongue fencing erotically.
Her mouth was warm and soft and her tongue probed in his mouth. He slid his hands down to her shoulders and then lower, caressing her back, her hips, her buttocks, her thighs, rising with tantalizing slowness to her breasts.
Shanti murmured as he cupped her breasts through the sexy silk green blouse and black bra inside. They swelled and grew harder and heavier and her nipples stiffened in the taut cloth band and he flicked the hard stubs through the cloth.
Shanti's lips parted reluctantly from his. Her eyes were bright with desire, her mouth open, her breathing shallow and rapid, the nostrils flared. With a soft moan, she dragged her lips and tongue down his face and neck to his chest.
Bending her head, she ran her tongue across his chest, lapping gently at the deep cleft in the centre, then gliding sensuously over the swell and down to one nipple, flicking it rapidly with her tongue. Venkat grunted.
His nipple stiffened and she rapped it rapidly, then opened her mouth and clamped her lips around the nipple and dark aureole and nibbled sharply. Venkat gasped. It felt wonderful. Her shapely fingers crawled across and she scraped his other nipple with her sharp fingernails.
Venkat quivered in pleasure. Her mouth was soft and moist and her tongue worked his nipple steadily while her teeth scraped across its hardness. She moved to the other slowly, then returned to the first, then the second. It was slow, exquisite, agonizing.
His cock quivered and began to swell. Her fingers crept down his belly and into his crotch and she squeezed the bulge of his penis through his shorts.
Venkat pushed her down gently and Shanti sank to her knees before him, he looked down at her, his eyes glittering with excitement, his muscles corded with tension and pleasure, breathing heavily. She smiled gently and, her eyes tilted up to watch his expression, opened her mouth and took the tip of his penis in her lips through his lungi and the underwear. Venkat moaned softly. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the muffled softness of her tongue. Reaching up, she drew down the zipper fly of his shorts slowly.
His fleshy penis bounced out, already hardening and she moaned it pleasure. It was magnificent. Already over eight inches long, an inch and a half thick, it was growing still, hardening, rising, lengthening, thickening.
The balls were low and heavy. The cock-shaft was shaved clean and smooth to the hilt. The circumcised cock-head bobbed against her face. Her breath was hot on his penis as she cradled it in her hands and caressed her face with it, running it sexily over her lips and cheeks and eyes. Slowly, she slid her tongue out and ran it over his cock-head. Venkat gasped softly, his belly rippling inward.
"Oh fuck yes!" he murmured. "C'mon! Suck it!"
Shanti resisted the temptation for a few seconds, plying the bulging cock-head with her tongue. Venkat held still, his pulse quickening, his breathing shorter and sharper. At last, her lips flowered and slipped around his cock-head and part of his shaft, enveloping his erection in her warm, moist, soft mouth.
"Oh fuck yes!" Venkat gasped, his head bent, his mouth open. "Oh fuck yes, c'mon, suck it! Ohhhhhh uhhh yeh ... fuck yes, that's it! Mm ... yeh ... c'mon ... suck my dick, Shanti darling ... do it! Ohhhhh uhhhh yes!"
His words of excitement and the tangy taste and musky odour of his penis aroused Shanti. She sucked his cock slowly and deeply and heavily, her head moving back and forth and from side to side.
Her tongue continued describing wonderfully erotic arcs around his thick cock-head. His cock oozed pre-cum gunk and she groaned, jerking his shaft, opening her mouth wide to let him see it fleck her lips and cheeks, dribble onto her tongue. Her eyes lifted to watch him, she ran her tongue down the underside of his cock-shaft to his heavy balls and, opening her mouth, let his testicles drop into it one by one, flicking them with her tongue, and sucking tenderly.
It was an exquisite feeling, having her soft face burrow between his thighs, her warm mouth teasing his balls.
"Fuck yes!" Venkat grunted. "Oh fuck yes!"
Shanti smiled in pleasure and rose again, licking his cock-head. She went higher, kissing and nuzzling his belly, tonguing his hollow navel and caressed his cock with her necklaces. Venkat groaned at the delicate rough rasp of the precious metal on his penis.
She bent his cock down and squeezed it into her deep and inviting cleavage, her hands lifting her breasts and crushing them in a tight sheath over his cock.
Slowly, she masturbated him with her breasts, her tongue and lips on his belly, her necklaces rasping over his cock-shaft. It was an extraordinary, erotic feeling and Venkat's loins grew hot with lust. He pushed her head back down to his cock.
"C'mon ... suck it hard, Shanti ... suck my dick real nice and deep!"
Shanti groaned and, holding her lover's thighs, took his cock, now fully nine inches long and two inches thick, deep in her mouth.
Venkat gasped and began to fuck her face eagerly, holding her head and rocking it back and forth in his hands, pumping his hips to and fro. His cock glistened and gleamed as it slid in and out of her mouth, appearing and disappearing between her luscious lips.
His penis filled her mouth and distended her face. Shanti kept working the cock-head cunningly and deftly, probing the long slit
in its tip with her tongue. Venkat gasped his joy.
"Mm ... oh fuck yes! C'mon! Yes! Ohhhhhh uhhhh yes ... do it, Shanti darling ... suck me! Suck my prick, bitch ... suck it hard, fuck yes, that's it ... ohhhhh uhhh yes oh fuck yes!"
She sucked his cock harder and faster, her head rocking rapidly back and forth between his thighs. The Iyengar stud gasped and moaned, his body shaking and trembling, his hips rocking and jerking to and fro. The fires in his loins grew and spread, threatening to burst forth any minute.
Sensing it, she slowed. "You can cream in my mouth," she murmured. "I like it when guys do that."
For a second, Venkat was tempted. Then he shook his head and pushed her head away. He exhaled several times rapidly and sharply, forcing himself back in control. His breathing steadied.
"Later," he muttered. "Not now. Later."
He drew her to her feet and Shanti turned around, her back to him.
He flicked open the knot in the middle of her back that held the saree cloth band. It unraveled and he drew it off slowly, scraping it over her nipples. She shuddered and leaned back against him.
He nuzzled the nape of her neck, his hands on her breasts, caressing and lifting them, squeezing them tenderly through the blouse sexy and silky smooth. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. Turning her face, she lapped gently at one stiff nipple. He ran his hands down her hips and belly, caressed her crotch. Her hips writhed erotically, her buttocks squirming against his groin. Reaching back, she undid his undershorts. They split open and he tugged them down his legs and kicked them aside.
Her face turned and tilted to his and he kissed her slowly, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, hers responding sensuously, in like manner. Her hands behind her back, she caressed his penis tenderly. Venkat twined his fingers in her gold necklaces and fondled her breasts. Shanti shivered as the hard metal rasped over her stiff nipples. His penis throbbed between her buttocks.
"Fuck me," she murmured. "Come on Venkat, fuck me."
There was a seating arrangement of three armchairs and a sofa in a square around a low, broad, glass-topped coffee table before her. Venkat turned her around and she sank down onto the table, her hips at the edge, gasping slightly as her naked back touched the cold glass surface. She spread her legs wide and looked at him wantonly, her face radiant with excited anticipation.
Venkat smiled and knelt between her forked thighs. Slowly he removed the blouse and unstrapped the sexy new full of sweat bra and tossed them aside. The petticoat knot came off without much tussle and the panty was glistening with her juices and sweat at the same time.
He slid his hands up her body and kneaded her breasts gently.
Shanti writhed in pleasure. He squeezed the fleshy mounds together, crushing her gold necklaces between them. Gently, he caressed her belly and thighs. Her legs trembled and split wider. Bending, Venkat dragged his thick, heavy tongue over one nipple, swirling it slowly around her aureole.
Shanti gasped, arching her bejeweled fingers clenching his head.
Her nipple was stiff and hard and he whipped it rapidly with his tongue, flicking the other with his fingertip.
Shanti writhed on the glass table. Slowly, he drew her breast into his mouth and sucked it tenderly, scraping her nipple across his gums and teeth, rubbing it to the roof of his mouth with his tongue.
Shanti gasped and moaned her hands under her breasts, lifting them for him. He moved across her chest to the other breast, his tongue dipping into her cleavage, then climbing the heavy swell on the other side, toying with the rigid nipple. Flames of lust leaped through her body. He took some of her necklaces in his teeth, squeezed her breasts together and sucked on both nipples simultaneously.
Shanti cried out, arching and writhing on the glass table as his lips and tongue and teeth and the cold metal of her jewelry scraped across her aching nipples.
"Oh uhhh oh ma uhhh oh Venkat yes oh god yes!" she gasped.
Grinning, he released her breasts and moved lower.
His tongue rippled down her flat belly, swirled through her navel and moved lower. With the long slits inside and outside her petticoat and panties, her cunt was completely exposed. Venkat quickened in excitement as he bent lower and saw the gold chain that descended from the girdle nestling between her cunt-lips, running down the length of her crack and disappearing into the deep cleft between her buttocks.
It was an extraordinarily sexy sight. Shanti's fingers rippled down her body and she pulled her cunt-lips open for him. That excited him further, seeing her slender fingers in her crotch, the backs of her wrists webbed by the fine gold chains, the rings twinkling on her fingers.
Venkat pushed his face into her crotch and ran his tongue down her cunt. It was sopping wet. The tangy taste of her cunt-juices and their musky odour inflamed his lust.
Shanti gasped, her hips writhing, lifting, her legs spreading, her fingers pulling her cunt-lips wider still.
"Ohhhhhhh yes! Oh god yes, Venkat, c'mon, do it!"
Venkat curved his tongue into a sharp, spatular form and drove it into her wet slit. Shanti gasped and cried out, arching her back, her hands flying to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them erotically. Her hips bucked and writhed under his face.
Venkat swirled his tongue through her wet cunt, savoring her streaming cunt-juices.
Shanti gasped and moaned her pleasure.
He parted her cunt-lips wider and whipped the hard, gorged stem of her clitoris with his tongue rapidly.
Shanti hissed in pleasure, arching steeply.
Venkat slowed and, using his tongue, pushed the gold chain deeper into her slit, scraping it delicately over her clitoris.
Shanti cried out in pleasure, her hands mauling her swollen breasts, her head flung back, jerking erotically from side to side. The feeling was exquisite; his hot breath, his thick, heavy, rough tongue, the hard rasp of the metal. Shanti's body flamed with desire.
"Ohhhhhhh uhhhhh yes! Oh fuck yes! Ohhh that's it! Yes! There! Oh god oh god oh god uhhhh oh yes uhhh oh ma uhh *hanh* uhhh ohhhhh!"she cried, writhing and thrashing feverishly on the glass surface.
Venkat pushed her legs wider apart. She lifted her feet and hooked them onto the armchair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table, her feet pressed to the padded armrests.
Slowly, levering herself against the heavy seating, she lifted her hips higher, off the glass surface. Her cunt-lips unfurled fully. Her buttocks were flexed taut with the tension of the osition, for she now had her hips and back in the air, her shoulders on the table.
The gold chain was crushed between her buttocks. Quickly, she pushed her hands under her hips, supporting her weight, and relaxed her buttocks.
They lobed open, unlading slowly. Her cunt was on level with his face now. Venkat chuckled and slowly ground a thick finger into her wet slit. Her cunt channel was hot and tight and, as it convulsed on his probing finger, she gasped loudly.
Venkat shoved his tongue back into her cunt, now finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her simultaneously.
"Oh uhh *hanh* uhh ohhh uhh *hanh* uhh oh ma uh oh ma uh oh ma uhhh oh ma uhh oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh! OHHHHH uhhh OHHHH!" Shanti cried.
Her face was radiant with lust, the nostrils flared, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her body jerked and lurched and her hips writhed and swayed and undulated in the up thrust position.
Her breasts wobbled and shook sexily with her movements.
Venkat ran his tongue up and down the length of her cunt, flicked her clitoris repeatedly and twisted his finger this way and that inside her frantically convulsing cunt. Her cries rose in pitch and volume. She soared up to the brink of a violent orgasm, gasping and crying out.
Timing it to perfection, Venkat stopped, sliding his finger out of her slit, lifting his head. Shanti gasped in dismay and shock, moaning angrily.
"For god's sake, Venkat! Don't stop! Not now!"
He chuckled and rose, denying her. Shanti moaned, her body sinking back onto the glass top, her fingers working her breasts and cunt feverishly.
Quickly, Venkat turned and straddled her face. She groaned, opening her mouth gratefully, and took his cock deep into her mouth.
Venkat grunted in pleasure and, bending over her body, pushed his face into her crotch again. Her breasts were hot and fleshy against his thighs; her jewelry rasped sexily between their bodies. Shanti groaned deep in her cock-filled throat as he lapped gently at her flowing cunt-juices again.
She sucked his cock slowly and deeply. His buttocks bobbed and rocked up and down over her face. His cock glistened as it ground in and out of her luscious lips.
Her teeth scraped delicately over his shaft. He flicked her clitoris delicately with his tongue and fingertip. She groaned, her hips writhing under his face, and ran her tongue around his cock-head, sucking it insistently, scraping her teeth along the hard shaft.
They writhed together on the coffee-table,evouring each other, prolonging the pleasure.
When he stopped again, Shanti felt like a bubbling cauldron of lust and desire. Venkat rolled smoothly off her body and quickly returned to the other end of the table, kneeling between her spread thighs.
Shanti moaned softly, her bejeweled fingers pulling her cunt-lips open, moving the gold chain aside.
"C'mon ... shove it in, Venkat ... fuck my slit ... fuck me hard, lover! I want your cock in my cunt!"
Her soft words, guttural in tone and dripping desire, aroused him intensely. His eyes lingered on her spread-eagled body, wantonly offered for his pleasure. Her chest heaved with excitement. Her breasts were squeezed between her outstretched arms, luscious and tempting. Her jeweled fingers clawed her cunt-lips open, revealing the moist flesh within.
Her legs were stretched apart in a wide V, her feet still on the chair and sofa on either side of the coffee-table.
Venkat's pulse raced with pleasure. He ploughed her cunt-lips open with his thumbs and pressed his cock-head to her slit. Shanti bit her lower lip in tension; she could feel the searing heat of his cock at her cunt. She fondled his shaft and cock-head lovingly.
"C'mon," she muttered. "Do it! Fuck me, lover!"
Venkat took a deep breath and, flexing his buttocks slowly, slid his hips forward. His huge penis surged into her cunt, stretching her cunt-lips wide open.
He gasped loudly as he entered her hot, wet, tight fissure. Her cunt convulsed frantically on his penetrating cock. The breath hissed from her throat. Her mouth tore open.
Her body bowed, and her head arched back. Her hands flew to her breasts, lifting and squeezing them hard, her fingers pinching her nipples. His cock was magnificent, rock-hard enormously thick and long; it went in and in and in, piercing her cunt deeply, probing the innermost recesses of her cunt.
"OHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped. "Oh yes! Ohhhh god yes, Venkat, yes! Ohhhhh uhhh yes! Do it! Fuck me, Shanti darling! Fuck my cunt! C'mon Ohhhhhh yes! That's it! Oh ma uhhhh yes! Oh yes!"
"C'mon! Take it! Take it, whore! Take my cock!" he gasped.
He began fucking her heavily and deeply and slowly, his head arched back, his buttocks flexing and unlacing, his hips rocking back and forth, sliding to and fro in a deep, piercing, mesmerizing steady rhythm.
His cock ground in and out of her cunt, sliding outward, then grinding deep into her cunt gain. Shanti gasped and moaned, her head rolling from side to side, her hands on her breasts, her hips writhing and heaving.
Venkat gripped her thighs, lifting them higher and wider as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could.
Her cunt was incredible: Hot, tight, wet, it convulsed and contracted fiercely on his throbbing penis, seeming to draw him deeper and deeper into its vortex.
The gold chain rasped against his thick, rough-skinned cock-shaft as it stroked in and out of her slit. Gasping and grunting, the lifeguard began moving faster.
His hips swung back and forth in longer, deeper, quicker strokes, and his cock piston smoothly in and out of her cunt.
Shanti moaned and writhed, her body lurching and rocking under his thrusts, her swollen breasts bouncing heavily.
"Oh ma! Oh ma! Oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhhh uhh *hanh* yes oh yes oh god yes Venkat yes oh god Venkat! Ohhh uhhhhhh Ohhhhhhh SUHHHHL-MA ... uhhhh AHHHHHHHHHN uhhhhhh OHHHHHH!"
Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah oh yeh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh oh yeh uh ohhhh!"he cried, panting heavily, rocking his hips back and forth faster and faster.
Now he put his hands on the base of her belly, pulling her cunt-lips wide open and, gritting his teeth, grimacing, biting his lower lip in tension as the heat built and surged and spread in his loins, he began ramming and reaming greedily into her cunt.
Each thrust drew a broken, shuddering gasp from her throat.
Shanti's body whipped and writhed on the table, her jewelry tinkling, the metal glinting and winking, slithering this way and that on her tawny skin. Hissing in pleasure, he slowed again, now swirling his hips as he thrust into her so that his cunt entered her from all angles.
"OHH uhhh OHHH!" she gasped deliriously, her head flipping from side to side. "Oh fuck yes! Oh Shanti darling yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Venkat! Oh god yes!"
"Ahhhh uhhh Ohhhh yeh! Ohhhhhh uhhhhh yes!" he moaned.
"The condom," she gasped, sensing the imminence of his orgasm. "Put it on! Quickly!"
With a shuddering groan, slid out of her cunt and she gasped at the sudden release in pressure. He grabbed the condom-piece and struggled into it.
He slid his penis into it. It was a snug, perfect fit.
His cock-head popped out of the aperture in the tip.
The shaft length of the sheath had short flexible spikes, thick round studs and knobs and a cleverly designed free-form lattice of intersecting ribs that were thick and long. Putting it on, he felt his erection harden and, simultaneously, the ebbing of his orgasm. He grinned in delight. Craning her head, Shanti stared at his armored penis and moaned thickly.
"God, I want that in my cunt!" she muttered. "C'mon, Venkat, fuck me!"
Grinning, Venkat bent over her between her spread thighs and gripped the sides of the table, his knees deeply bent. His cock-head probed at her cunt. She guided his penis to her orifice. He grunted and, flexing his buttocks slowly, ground down deep into her flesh, driving inexorably inwards.
The breath rattled from her throat. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp, her head arching back, her back bowing steeply.
The spikes bent as they pierced through her cunt-lips, scraping delightfully through her quivering cunt-flesh. The hard knobs and studs and ribs mashed her gorged clitoris. The pleasure was intense, unbearable. Her hips jerked and lurched up to his and she dug her fingers into the thick pads of muscle in his shoulders. He winced as her fingernails broke his skin and pushed deeper still.
"OHHHHHUHHHHHH HHHHHAHHHHHHHH!" she gasped, her voice hoarse and ragged, her chest heaving, her face a vision of lust. "Oh ma uhhhhh AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her cunt convulsed on his penis. Venkat gasped: He could feel the heat of her cunt through the fine latex sheath. He bent deeply forward, his powerful distended muscles rippling, his arms bending, his biceps and triceps flexed taut, and kissed her hungrily, thrusting his tongue into his mouth.
His buttocks were flexed taut, his hips pressed down between her thighs, his cock embedded in her flesh. Shanti moaned and sucked eagerly on his tongue, her fingers caressing his hard body.
"You're incredible," he murmured, kissing her eyes tenderly.
"So are you," she smiled, tonguing his ear, her hips squirming beneath his. "Come on ... now fuck me!"
Venkat eased the strenuous position by spreading his legs and dropping his hands to the floor,now his body was angled over hers, balanced on the balls of his feet and his hands, his arms outstretched.
Shanti craned her head and sucked on one nipple, running her tongue lasciviously over the hard stub.
Venkat began to fuck her slowly and heavily, in total control. His lifted his hips, unflexing his buttocks, drawing his cock outward. She groaned and her head flopped back, her face arching, soft and lovely with pleasure. He paused and then slowly ground down deep into her flesh. Her cunt convulsed on his penis. She gasped, arching her hips greedily to his, her hands clenching his thickly padded shoulder muscles, sliding down his bulging biceps to his forearms.
"Mm ... ohhhhh yes!" she gasped, as the sheathed cock crushed into her flesh again, the spikes and knobs and studs on the surface mashing her gorged clitoris. "Ohhhh yes, Shanti darling yes! Fuck me!"
Buried deep in her cunt, Venkat paused, his buttocks flexed taut, and swung his hips in slow, smooth arcs. Beneath him, Shanti hissed in pleasure, her mouth opening wide, her tongue swiveling across her upper lip.
"Ohhh fuck yes!" she gasped. "Oh god that's so good yes!"
He slid out, paused, ground down and into her; paused, swirled his hips, paused, slid out ... Shanti was ecstatic. The pleasure was keen and sharp, delicately balanced so that she was just out of reach of her orgasm.
The man was a masterful lover.
He maintained the complex rhythm, fucking her entirely for her pleasure, prolonging the agonizing joy, keeping her maddeningly close to the final release. He grinned down at her, enjoying the spasms of pleasure on her face and, bending, lapped gently at one up thrust breast, then the other, sucking tenderly on the luscious mounds. Shanti gasped and moaned, kissing him feverishly, tonguing his ear.
"Please," she gasped. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a whore, Venkat! Do it!"
He relented and steadied his rhythm to a straight up-and-down, in-and-out motion, his powerful muscles rippling smoothly, taking the strain without effort. His taut buttocks flexed and not flawed, and his hips swung rhythmically up and down.
His immense erection, in its black leather jacket drove steadily in and out of her wet cunt, appearing and disappearing between her unfurled cunt-lips. Her pubic hair was wet and sticky with her flowing cunt-juices.
She moaned and cried out, her body jerking and lurching under his thrusts, her hips rocking and writhing and heaving, her swollen breasts jiggling and bouncing, her jewelry slithering on her tawny skin. Her head rolled from side to side. She began to sweat: Beads of perspiration dotted her upper lip and brow; strands of hair clung damply to the nape of her neck; a thin rivulet of sweat coursed between her breasts, another trickled down her belly and met her flowing cunt-juices in a mucilaginous confluence.
He began to move faster and she gasped and cried out, lurching and jerking in frenzy under him. He was utterly relentless and kept moving, his body rocking and jerking up and down, his hips swinging back and forth, his buttocks flexing and unlacing, his cock grinding in and out of her slit. He, too, was perspiring now and their bodies squelched and slapped wetly together.
"Oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh uh oh ohhhh uhhh ohhh uhhh ohhhhhh uhhh ohhhhhh uh oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma oh ma ohhhhhuhhhhh OHHHHHH!" she cried.
"Ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah uh ah yes ah yes oh yes oh fuck yes oh fuck oh fuck oh fuckohfuckohfuckOHHHHH!" he cried, his head arching back.
He drove into her and paused, buried deep in her slit. She gasped, perplexed, her body writhing under his, taken unawares by the sudden change in tempo. Suddenly and without warning, he lifted his hips high and then rammed hard into her cunt and began fucking her furiously.
His hips rocked savagely up and down, snapping from the waist, his buttocks opening and closing alternately in a feverish rhythm, his cock plunging and piston and ramming and reaming frantically in and out of her cunt.
"OHMAUHHHHAHHHUHHH HOHSUHHHHLMAHHHHHHNUHHH UHHHHHOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Shanti cried out thinly, her body rocking and jerking violently under him, her hips bucking and heaving, crashing against his loins, her cunt convulsing and spasm uncontrollably on his throbbing penis.
Her orgasm loomed, getting closer and closer and then she exploded, her back bowing and arching, sweat splintering off their rocking bodies, her breasts thrust up, her mouth torn open in a loud cry, her face contorted in a savage rectus of lust, her hips jerked up to his, her cunt convulsing frantically on his penis. Venkat gasped and rammed his cock into her repeatedly. Each thrust made her choke and gasp and cry out, sent her body jerking and lurching, rolling her up on the small of her back, drawing out the orgasm. He kept moving, ramming wildly into her, till he felt her orgasm recede, the convulsions of her cunt diminishing in intensity and frequency.
Gradually, he slowed, fucking her gently with long, smooth thrusts that drew small, broken moans of pure pleasure.
Finally, he eased himself deep into her and held still releasing his cum into her. She groaned and, opening her eyes, her chest heaving, smiled up at him.
"That was incredible," she gasped softly. "Fuck me again."
"I intend to," he murmured. "No chance of stopping now!"
Whimpering, she moved her legs off the chair and sofa. Her thighs trembled from the strain of keeping the position for so long. He slid slowly out of her flesh and she gasped. There was a knock on the door and she knew it was going to be embarrassing if she continued in the room any longer and quickly got up pushing him aside - rushed with her clothes into the bathroom and dressed properly and soon stood in front of the door which was still closed, she made sure Venkat was dressed and stepped out of the door. There was nobody when she came out but could see her brother in law down near the stair case seated on a side stool. The place was deserted.
He rose to his feet, staggering slightly as his muscles cramped slightly when he eased the tension in them. He held his hand out and helped her down the stairs. She staggered slightly as she came down and nearly into his arms. He held her close, his thick, sheathed angavastram pressing between their bodies and kissed her deeply.
"I also want to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you," he grunted and before anyone could see them released her quickly.
"Thabk you for Venkat and for that you can Fuck me as long as you can," she whispered, bending and her fingers fondling his balls and cock through his cloth. "I want you."
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