Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 40
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 40 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Small Breasts
The next morning, I was starting to feel better. My legs were less sore, and I was able to recover some sleep I’d missed. I decided I was ready to go for an easy run this morning to test myself out. It would also give me a chance to clear my head a bit from the craziness of last night.
It was a little weird to see Mom that morning, standing in the kitchen with coffee and phone in hand. She looked up and smiled warmly at me, giving me a little wave with her full hands. I felt myself blush, knowing less than twelve hours ago, I watched her have sex with my older lover upstairs. I even sucked his cock clean after he’d cum inside of her.
I used the washroom then returned to my room. I dug out my running gear and started putting it on. It had been a few days since I’d worn it. Luckily it had all been washed. I wouldn’t want to have a stink trail following behind me. I was in the process of getting my top when there was a knock at the door. I quickly tossed on my top without my sports bra and told them to come in.
“Hi, honey,” said Mom. “You still sore down there?”
I shook my head, “No, I think I’m ok. I’ll take it easy today, just to be sure.” I pulled my top back off to put on my sports bra. “How about you?” I said with a sly grin.
Mom didn’t fully blush, but she did turn a slight shade of pink. “I slept like a baby last night, very interesting dreams,” was all she said.
Before I slipped my sports bra over my head, I could see Mom looking at my bare chest. She’d seen it several times in the last few days, but this was the first time it wasn’t in a motherly way. Last night she was more focused on Brad than me. It felt weird, like the first time I took off my top for Curtis; odd but also exciting.
“You’re a beautiful young lady, Jane,” Mom said, her eyes drinking the sight of my breasts. It made me wonder exactly what dreams she had last night.
“Thanks Mom...” I let her look for another few seconds before covering myself up. “ ... was there something else you wanted to talk about?”
Mom looked lost for just a second before shaking the cobwebs out and remembering. “Your father wanted to know if you still wanted to go out for dinner tonight?”
“Huh?” I’d totally forgotten.
“To celebrate your first paycheck,” she said.
“Oh yeah. In the craziness of the past few days, I’d forgotten entirely about that.” I didn’t remember getting a paycheck though last night.
Mom asked, “How much did you get?”
“I wasn’t given anything,” I remarked. “Maybe it was direct-deposited.”
I grabbed my laptop and sat at the end of my bed with Mom sitting right next to me. As my computer came to life, the desktop queued up the file I hadn’t watched yet. The title scrolling in big white letters across the top read, ‘Daddy fucks his slut’s ass’. I turned to look at Mom, who was looking at my face on screen with those words scrolling over my forehead.
“Well ... that looks interesting,” said Mom. “I think we’ll have to talk about that one later.”
I clicked on the X to close the player, only for the file folder with the rest of the videos sitting hidden underneath. Mom could see all the names and the thumbnails Tucker had made for each. Mom pointed to the one marked, “From slut to sprinkler”, and looked at me questioningly.
The thumbnail was the same as the picture Tucker had sent. Tucker was barely visible and Brad was jumping off me and out of the way, as my pussy erupts. A stream of liquid squirts from my body towards the camera.
“Wow.” That was all Mom could say, as I hastily closed the file after the initial shock wore off.
“Sorry ... didn’t mean for you to see that.”
Mom looked at me and simply smiled, “That’s ok. I didn’t know you could. When you told me, I thought it was just a little. I never managed to do ... that.”
I replied honestly, “It was only my second time. It takes a lot out of me when it does happen though.”
Mom reached over and stroked my hair gently, “Maybe you could show me someday.”
“Maybe.”
I opened my bank account and checked the records. There was a recent deposit for $1137.23 from an unfamiliar listing. That must have been it.
“Wow, not bad for only a few shifts. You must be quite the salesgirl,” Mom said, giving me a one-handed hug. “This definitely deserves a celebration, don’t you think?”
I nodded happily. I think it did. It felt more real to see that large amount of money deposited into my usually meager bank account. The best part was, I earned it on my own. No gift cards, birthday or Christmas money; I’d worked for it. Sure, there was a hint of pleasure mixed in there with Crystal, but still ... I felt like I’d grown up a bit more at that moment. It wasn’t even all the money I’d earned recently, although that was for less savory activities. Brad held onto that money for me, which did remind me that we never had that financial talk. I should do something about that soon, now that the money is coming in.
“If you’d like,” Mom continued, “your father thought you might want to invite Brian tonight.”
“Mom, I don’t know,” I replied. “You know he doesn’t live close by, plus there’s the whole other thing...” I pointed up to the ceiling hinting at the situation with Brad.
“I know, sweetheart. Just- relaying a message. Might be nice to reach out and see though, if anything, it’ll make your Dad happy.”
“I’ll send him a message after my run, Mom.”
“Thanks honey.” Mom leaned in and kissed my cheek, getting dangerous close to my lips. With that, she got up and left my room, closing the door behind her. I put my laptop away and finished getting ready for my run. Doing a thorough stretch first, or at least the best I could do on the floor of my room.
The sun was warm and the park busy as I made my way around my usual path. Being a Saturday, there were lots of people meandering about, which meant dodging around strollers and walkers that shared the route with me. My body felt ok but not great, so I kept my pace down to a moderate jog. It did feel nice to be out there though.
I let my mind wander, allowing it to process everything that’s happened in the past week or so. For some reason, I found running allowed my brain to organize and evaluate stuff somewhere in the background, like I’ve heard meditation does for some people. There was so much in such a short time. If someone had told me, I’d assume they were making it up.
It ran through Brad and Tucker, Brian, Riley and her family, Dad, and then the whole thing with Mom. That was the strangest thing. I’d never thought of doing anything with my Mom before, although until Riley, I never thought of doing anything with my Dad either. At least Mom seemed interested in pursuing ... something, whatever that might mean.
I was rounding the third turn, my music playing through my earbuds, when I felt my phone buzz. Normally, I’d just ignore it until I got home. That’s what I planned on doing until I felt a second buzz from my armband. I thought it might be Riley, since her parents were seemingly having trouble, so I slowed down to just above walking speed to check.
T – Where are you daddy’s girl?
T – OK, I’ll stop by the store again to visit
Shit, it was Tucker. I couldn’t imagine what he wanted but if I wanted to keep my job, I figured I’d better reply to him. I had ignored his text the morning after Brad’s and that didn’t go well. While his piggishness excites me, he doesn’t own me. I should have thought about the potential fine print when I accepted his Faustian bargain. And I thought I’d never use anything I learned in English class.
I wrestled my phone from my armband, which was hard to do while moving. I checked to make sure there wasn’t anyone ahead for me to run into and started texting.
J – I’m out running, what do you want?
There was a short wait before a buzz and message appeared.
T – Prove it. Send pic. I love a sweaty girl.
I grumbled loudly. This was ruining my relaxing run. I held my phone out and snapped a few pictures of me sweaty and gross in my running gear and sent them to him. He didn’t text back, my phone rang instead.
“So, you’re a fit little slut. Helps explain the tightness.” I could almost see his sneering face from his voice.
“Please don’t show up to my work. I almost got fired for your little stunt,” I said harshly.
That just made Tucker laugh, “That bitch Denise, I’ll bet. She has no sense of fun. Don’t worry, she won’t fire you with Crystal around ... as long as you’re keeping your boss happy.”
“Ugh, you make everything sound so gross.”
“Baby, you’re the one with an Electra Complex. You shouldn’t be the one to talk.”
I was getting annoyed. “You’ve interrupted my run and belittled me. What do you want from me?”
“I’m hurt, I just called to see how you liked the videos,” he said feigning offense. “Seems like a rude way to thank a guy for all his hard work, and the money I’ve invested in you...”
“I never asked for your money or anything of the sort...” I shot back, my frustrations growing.
He laughed dismissively, “No, but you took it. I’ll bet you’d take more if offered, too ... say if I had a little task for you today?”
“No, I promised my friend I wouldn’t take money for that again.” I chose my words carefully since I was in a public park.
Tucker grumbled loudly into the phone, “Awwww, come on! I guess all that talk of not caring what people thought of you was bullshit then. Such a waste, you’d have had fun...”
I thought he’d hang up but he didn’t. I think he expected me to ask what it was he wanted, like I’d be intrigued ... and I hated myself because he was right. I was curious. It tingled at my fear of the unknown and desire to be used. Fuck, he knew me too well.
“What is it?” I asked, my voice filled with disappointment in myself.
I felt I could actually hear him smile at the other end of the phone. “That’s the fun part, my little slut, I’m not going to tell you. You’ll just have to trust me.”
“But I don’t trust you ... like, at all,” I fired back.
His voice felt more ominous, “I know; that’s what adds to the excitement, don’t you think?”
He had me dead to rights. He knew what turned me on just as well as I did, maybe more so. I was already turned on just by the thought of what he could have planned. The problem was I already had plans today.
“I- I don’t know if I can. My parents are taking me out to dinner tonight ... it’s not that I don’t want to. I wish I didn’t, I wish I could straight up say no ... but I can’t.”
He let out a low belly laugh, “So I had you pegged right - you’re still a slut. I was about to be disappointed if you backtracked,” he gloated. “No fear, I’ll have you back before dinner. I’ll even provide you with an appetizer.”
I sighed, upset with myself more than anything, “OK, where should I meet you?”
“The park. Meet me at 1:00 in front of the gated entrance. Wear something cute, sexy, and easily accessible. As for your payment, think of it as repaying for the outfit yesterday.”
The call ended after he finished, he didn’t give me a chance to respond. God, he was so frustrating. Yet the butterflies in my stomach let me know I was nervously excited. Did I get this fetish from my hook ups with Curtis at the campground? Now I can’t help but get aroused by the thrill of danger. I finished the last section of my run, passing under the gated entrance I’d be seeing again soon.
I told my parents I was just stepping out for a bit to check out some stores. It seemed plausible since they knew I’d just gotten paid. A look from Mom told me she knew I was up to something but wouldn’t say anything. She knew I’d tell her later, once Dad was out of earshot.
I’d texted Brian about dinner and shockingly he said he’d love to come. I couldn’t believe it. I figured he’d be too nervous, or scared of my parents, let alone drive across the city within a few hours’ notice. He was going to meet us at our place at 5:30, then go to the restaurant. That left me 4 hours to go do whatever Tucker had planned and then get back with a half hour to spare.
That’s how I found myself waiting at the entrance to the park in a short, pleated navy-blue skirt with a white cotton V-neck T-shirt. The shirt didn’t necessarily scream sexy, but it did have a pink unicorn on it. I got it when I was younger, so I figured a pervert like Tucker would appreciate it more than most. I had my purse slung over my shoulder and my phone at the ready, just in case.
HONK! HONK!
A black Land Rover pulled up, its windows tinted so dark I couldn’t see the driver. I didn’t move, not knowing if it was for someone else.
HONKKKKKKK!
The person inside lay on the horn until I decided to check it out. I walked up and tried to look inside but couldn’t. I was about to walk away when the window rolled down. It was Tucker grinning at me.
“How much for a few hours?” he rudely asked, enjoying demeaning me as always.
I snapped back, “You couldn’t afford it.”
“You’d be surprised. Hop in.”
I felt the butterflies floating in my stomach and mixed with dampness in my panties. I opened the door and climbed in, as few people watched from the park. ’I’ll bet they thought I was a street worker’, I thought to myself, which just added to the thrill of the whole thing.
“So, where are we going?” I asked Tucker as we cruised along the city streets.
“You’ll see,” he said teasingly. He glanced at my outfit, his eyes roaming over my body and down to my legs.
“Did I do good?” I asked, feeling weird seeking his approval, yet I did desire it.
“Not bad. The maid outfit would have been better ... or the school uniform.”
“I couldn’t get past my parents wearing either of those. Maybe I just need to accessorize,” I said, digging through my purse. I had anticipated this and wanted to surprise him myself with a little extra flair. I kicked off my shoes and slid on a pair of knee-high white stockings and then pulled out two pink hair elastics. I flipped down the visor and checked the mirror, pulling my hair into two perfectly even pigtails.
“How about now?” I asked with a big grin. He looked at me and nearly swerved off the road.
“Fuck me! You’re lucky we’re on a time crunch, otherwise I’d pull this thing to the side of the road and fuck the hell out of you.”
I took that to mean he liked it. I sat smiling in the front seat as we moved toward the edge of the city. I started getting more concerned when he took an on ramp to the highway. The buildings of the city started to fade in the rearview mirror.
“Tucker, exactly where are we going?”
“You don’t want to ruin the surprise, do you?” he said mysteriously.
“I just ... I don’t want to be late getting home.” We’d been driving for almost half an hour at that point, and we were now out past the suburbs. There was very little besides forests and farmers’ fields dotted with little houses. I might have been worried that he could murder me, but of all the bad things Tucker was, I doubt he’d waste a willing girl.
“Keep your panties on, we’re almost there. Or don’t...” he laughed. “We’ll only stay for an hour or so, then I’ll take you right home, safe and sound.”
We drove another ten minutes, with me growing more anxious with every mile. The worst part was, I was still turned on. If he’d asked me to do anything at that moment, I likely would have done it. The wait and worry seemed to be part of the thrill, and I was starting to wonder if Riley was right. Maybe I needed to figure myself out and stop doing these crazy things ... but the rush was intoxicating.
“I’m thirsty, do you want a drink?” Tucker suddenly asked, as we approached what looked like a truck stop.
“Uh ... sure? I guess...” I replied. It seemed a little odd to stop at a place like this if we were going somewhere specific and I needed to be home before 5:30, but I was a little thirsty.
“Great! Let’s stop.” Tucker took the offramp to this grimy truck stop. There was a large row of gas pumps connected to a convenience store, a small coffee shop, and restaurant simply called ‘Coffee Shop’, and a sign for showers and restrooms. Outside in the parking lot were several big rig trucks parked all over the place. There had to be about thirty or so.
Tucker pulled his SUV to the front of the store, where there were a few normal parking spots. He signaled for me to step out, and I immediately felt the eyes of everyone fall on me. I squirmed in my shoes as Tucker took my hand and led me inside, like I was a child.
“What would you like to drink, sweetheart?” he asked as we walked around the convenience store in a big loop. It was weird since we’d already passed the drink coolers at the back of the store. I felt more and more eyes staring at me as large men with gross beards glared hungrily at me like wolves to a wounded rabbit.
“Can I have a soda?” I said as we rounded back toward the front doors.
“Of course you can, honey. One soadee pop, coming right up. I’ll get one, too.”
I didn’t understand the game he was playing. Maybe I was too thick or something, but it seemed like some kind of father-daughter roleplay scenario. Not knowing what else to do, I went with it.
“Thanks, Daddy! You know I love soadee pop!”
Tucker looked at me with that wicked grin; I knew I’d done well. He grabbed two sodas from the cooler and carried them to the front, still holding my hand. I decided to just smile lovingly, and play out this strange scenario. While paying, he asked the attendant, “Excuse me, can you tell us where the restrooms are? My daughter needs to go.”
I didn’t have to pee, nor had I told him that I did. The attendant smiled and pointed at a hallway between the coffee shop and convenience store. Tucker took the drinks and thanked the man, who winked at me before I turned around. I was getting the sneaking suspicion we weren’t here just for drinks.
We walked the short distance to the restroom and stood outside the women’s waiting for Tucker to let go of my hand. Instead, he opened the door and shoved me inside then pushed me into the handicapped stall, locking it behind us.
“What the hell? Why the shoving?” I protested angrily. “Why are you even in here, this is the women’s restroom.”
“It isn’t now. Unfortunately, it’s out of order,” he said mysteriously before walking next to the toilet and pulling off a stainless-steel panel. I noticed there was a hole in the tile underneath the panel, but didn’t understand why he was wrecking the toilet stall.
“Tucker, what are you doing? Why are we in here?” I asked again. This time he looked at me with that wicked grin of his. I knew right then that we were exactly where he wanted to take us.
“Look, it’s not like I’m against sex in a dirty restroom,” I said plainly. “It’s how I lost my virginity, but why drive all the way out here?”
“This isn’t just any old restroom,” he said creepily. “This is one of Yuki’s favorite games. I thought you might like it too, my slutty Jane.”
A light suddenly appeared through the hole in the wall. Tucker’s smile grew wider as he looked at me expectantly. I heard rustling from the other side of the wall, as the light from the hole came and went. It was clear someone was on the other side. I really didn’t want to have to see someone using the toilet, if that’s what Tucker’s little game was. That thought quickly dissolved, when from the hole, a penis poked through.
I looked at Tucker with shock. I asked, “Wh-what’s going on?”
He gave me his smarmiest smile, pointed at the wall cock, and said, “First customer, get to work.”
I didn’t know if I was supposed to fuck the cocks or suck them. I looked questioningly at Tucker again, and he replied simply by gently pushing me to my knees. I got the message. I crawled on my hands and knees across the dirty, sticky floor to the strange cock sticking through the hole. I looked at it, touched it, and ran my fingers along its length. With the wall in the way, it wasn’t easy guessing the exact length, but it seemed normalish.
“Clock’s ticking,” Tucker said impatiently.
I did what I was told.
I opened wide and took the stranger’s dick into my mouth, letting it slip past my lips and as deep as it could go. It tasted kind of gross, to be honest, a little sour like sweat or something. I tried to ignore it as best as I could, moving it in and out of my lips, and pretending it was someone I knew. I thought about Brad, his cock a similar thickness, and imagined it was him I was pleasuring. Every so often the illusion was shattered when my nose tapped against porcelain, but it worked well enough.
Whoever it was seemed to be enjoying it. I could hear him groaning and humping the wall. I don’t know why, but it turned me on doing this, the anonymity of the whole thing. For him, it was an easy blowjob. There was no love or emotion to be found, just relief from a hidden mouth. I was a hole to be used. I felt the cock thicken and jerk in my mouth. Soon, it was flooded by the strange man’s semen, and I made sure to swallow it all.
I didn’t know what to expect after, a thank you or something, but the cock just disappeared from the hole, and I heard a zipper sound and a door open. I turned to Tucker, “Am I done?” I asked naively.
The sound of the door opening on the other side, a zipper and then another cock poking through the wall gave me the answer. I looked at Tucker again, he pulled out his phone and he said, “One hour, remember?”
I don’t know why, but I didn’t hesitate this time. I looked quickly at the cock in front of me, this one curved slightly to the right, opened wide, and took it into my mouth. I sucked, stroked, and fondled that bent cock like it belonged to the love of my life. It was a little weird to suck on though, the curve of the thing kept hitting me in the side of my mouth instead of going straight in. The guy on the other side didn’t seem to care. It only took a few minutes before I started swallowing his gunk.
It was a minute or so before he was replaced by a new cock, this one was long, thick and very dark skinned. I didn’t have time to think about it. I just took as much as I could into my mouth. The parts that I couldn’t, I’d stroke with my hand, twisting and jerking till it soon filled my belly, too. I couldn’t tell if they were going faster or I was getting better, but the next one soon filled the hole in the wall. I got to work as Tucker watched with glee from the side.
I was getting horny, my pussy aching to be touched as I sucked off the next cock. I let my free hand slip beneath my skirt and into my pussy to finger myself as the next cock poked through. My thoughts spun about who was on the other side. Did I know any of these men? Were they teachers or former classmates of mine? I imagined there was a line of men just waiting to use the restroom and what others might think seeing that. I could hear them through the wall, grunting, groaning, and saying crude things to me like calling me a “cock-sucking whore”, “a dirty slut”, and “a cum bucket”.
I swallowed my sixth load as I worked my pussy, rubbing my clit hard with my middle and forefinger. I was panting, as I waited for the next cock to arrive. I wondered how much time there was left. When a medium sized but wrinkly cock appeared, I knew this was from an old man. It seemed so wrong to suck on it, but a glance at Tucker who pointed at his phone told me all I needed.
With a little more reluctance, I opened up and took the wrinkly old cock in my mouth and started sucking it. It felt weird in my mouth. I did the best I could, but my jaw was starting to get sore. Tucker knew I was running out of steam and decided to motivate me. He placed me on all fours, lifted my skirt and peered at my underwear. He must have liked what he saw, because I felt him shove his cock hard into my drooling snatch. I was glad I chose to wear my crotchless panties Jeanette had suggested.
Tucker wasn’t gentle with me. He fucked me like a girl kneeling on a truck-stop restroom floor sucking strange cocks deserved. His hard, heavy thrusts forced the cock in the wall in and out of my mouth repeatedly, giving that random guy what I suspected was a great blowjob. He came quicker than the others and soon his swimmers joined the others in my belly.
I was feeling full, from how much cum I’d swallowed in however long I’d been doing it. I didn’t know how much more I could take, but with Tucker fucking me, I just allowed myself to be absorbed in the moment as best as I could. The next cock was soon in my face, and I did as I was supposed to.
“Yeah, suck that cock you dirty little daddy’s girl slut,” Tucker groaned, hammering into me. My face was pressed against the dirty tiles, my lips kissing grout and dirt, beyond the cock meat and cum. It was a surreal experience that ended when a sudden alarm rang from Tucker’s phone.
“Last one!” he yelled out, as he humped me harder.
I swear I heard groans of disappointment from the hallway, but it could have been my imagination. I gave it all I had left, using Tucker’s thrusts to help my sore jaw as much as I could. It seemed to be enough, as in a couple of minutes, I swallowed my last load of the afternoon. That last unknown cock shrank and withdrew from the hole in the wall. Tucker quickly pulled out of me, much to my disappointment, and replaced the stainless-steel panel back over the hole.
“Don’t worry, we’re not done yet,” said Tucker who sat on the toilet and pulled me on top of him, but facing toward the door. He lifted my skirt, reached between us and shoved himself back inside my soaking wet pussy.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I cried out, feeling him inside me again. His hands reached under my shirt and played with my tits while I started humping and grinding on his cock. I rode him fast and hard.
“Do you like being a dirty slut?” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes!”
“You like riding my cock in this filthy stall?”
“Uhg ... yes!”
“You wanna be Daddy’s little cum sock?”
“Yes, FUCK YES!” I cried loudly as I came hard on his cock. Tucker thumped up hard into me a few more times before filling me with his cum. He’d cum so much I could hear it leaking out of me and dripping into the toilet water below. I needed a minute and just sat there, legs spread open, with Tucker’s cock slowly shrinking inside me till it eventually plopped out. It was followed by an increase in the sound of dripping into the bowl.
I wiped myself as much as I could before we left, but I still felt the odd drip run down my leg. When we opened the door of the restroom, there was indeed an ‘out of order’ sign on the door. As we walked out, I felt more eyes on us, especially me. I looked at each guy hanging around wondering if they’d been the recipient of the restroom visit, or if they’d just missed out. I almost wanted to apologize to those who didn’t get one, but I didn’t think it worked that way.
Tucker and I walked out, climbed into his Land Rover and drove off, heading back toward the city. He handed me the soda and stuck out his bottle. “Cheers,” he said. “Eight dicks in an hour, not bad for a first timer.”
I was morbidly curious, “What’s the record?”
“Yuki took twelve loads on time. She got to finish, but then she puked.”
“She sounds like a special lady,” I said somewhat sarcastically.
Tucker just smiled, taking a sip from his bottle, “You’ll meet her someday soon. I think she’d like the competition, or maybe she’ll just keep you as a pet.”
The drive home was uneventful, as Tucker stayed surprisingly silent for most of it. I removed my pigtails and took off my stockings during the ride. When he dropped me back at the park, I saw a small smear of cum on his car seat. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it, saying they were leather.
“I’ll message you again soon, if you’re up for it,” he said as I stepped out of the car.
“We’ll see,” I replied, before he drove off. I made it home before 5:00, so I had a little time to clean up before dinner. Mom gave me a questioning look, trying to figure out what I’d been up to. I wonder if she guessed.
Brian arrived early, at 5:15, probably so he’d look responsible and punctual. I had to stifle a giggle when he showed up dressed in shiny polished dress shoes, a pair of black, crisply ironed dress pants, a white collared shirt, with a cute red necktie. If he’d worn a jacket and had a corsage, it would have looked like he was going to prom. I wasn’t wearing anything quite so formal. Just the same pleated navy-blue skirt as earlier but with a more appropriate white blouse. I had changed my underwear to one with an actual crotch, going with a basic pink with little white hearts on them.
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