One late night chatting about sex with a stranger turns into much much more.

the worst and best thing i’ve done in my life.

I have two wonderful, beautiful and sexy daughters. I chat about them all the time with online pervs. We swap fantasies, random pics, that sort of thing. One day while chatting with another run of the mill perv, we find out we live in the same small town. I complimented him on how cute his daughter is and in response he sent me a file folder. When I opened it, I found about 100 professional photos of his daughter, in. In them she was completely naked. It was by far the hottest thing I’d seen up until that point.

It turned out that he was a professional photographer and a talent scout for a modeling agency. He told me he loves perving on the teenage girls he shoots.

I told him how much I’d love to see my daughters like that. on display in every position known to man.

He replied that he found many fathers talk about seeing their daughter sexually. but very few act.

It told him I was different. I’d do something. to prove it i snuck into my daughter’s room. She’s always been a heavier sleeper. She’s beautiful sweet sexy girl. I snapped some pics with my phone and sent them to him. it wasn’t the first time i’d done that but it was the first time i’d done it without drugging her first. It was stupid of me but I wasn’t thinking with my brain that night. The blood is all going elsewhere.

He complimented my daughter’s figure and my commitment. He told me his studio was in the mall and suggested I bring my daughters. He could do the rest.

I agreed.

That Saturday I brought my daughter to the mall. She was always more of a daddy’s girl than her sister, I thought we’d have a better chance of success. I sent the photographer a text of our location.

A few minutes later a man about my age, a few years younger approached us. He talked as if I wasn’t expecting him. it was all a part of our ruse. feigning surprise and interest I followed him to his storefront, my daughter in tow.

He said he’s a photographer. He remarked on how beautiful my daughter is and how much he would like to photograph her. His goal was, according to him, to sign her to a modeling contract. He had pamphlets and examples.

My daughter was nervous yet excited. Her eyes sparkled and she smiled with pleasure when the photographer complimented her. she wasn’t used to attention from men I reasoned. It wasn’t anything strange. the perfect way for her to gain confidence.

So we began, he led us deeper into his studio. He pulled out a rack and studied my daughter for a bit. He selected some jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a dark jacket and handed it to my daughter.

“let’s start with this”

he pointed to a curtained off section of the room. “you may change there if you wish”

my daughter nodded and headed to the curtained area, out of our view.

The photographer motioned me towards his computer and my breath caught in my throat. He’d placed small hidden cameras in the curtained area. I was now watching my beautiful daughter undress.

“fuck” i whispered. he smiled and nodded. he pointed to the curtain rod.

there was a camera perfectly focused on her at eye level. her clothes had already come off but she remained hidden. my fingers rubbed against my crotch over my pants as we waited for the sound of her movement.

she came out of the curtained area, her shirt seemed too small to me but she looked great otherwise. the photographer called out directions.

He took a couple of steps towards her, unabashed as he reached for her. He grabbed her arms and set them against her side. his hands slid over her back, stopping where the shirt hit the bottom of her rump.

“Hold here. not here”

“like this?”

“great! a real natural. stay in that pose now let’s go through a few steps together.”

He snapped some pictures. after every 5 clicks of the camera or so he stepped in to move her limbs around, or asked me to do the same.

“Perfect, ” he said after thirty minutes or so. “that makes a great modest commercial suit, ” he said. “you’re a beautiful sexy and young for high fashion. but we can still do underwear, swimwear, or leisure lingerie, ” he said.

he turned his head to me “any objections?” he feigned asking for permission.

I shrugged, “whatever she wants to do”

We both turned our eyes towards my daughter. her cheeks reddening.

“I think maybe... swimsuits?”

I chuckled. her voice cracking. she was so nervous she had forgotten the words. I doubted she even knew what she was asking for.

the photographer smiled. “Alright, I should have your size. i’ll go grab the rack, you can go ahead and strip to your underwear” he turned to me and gave me a subtle wink and wandered off.

As soon as his footsteps faded away, my daughter went behind the curtain and closed it. not that it would do her any good. both because the cameras gave me a glance in and because we would both need to see her regardless.

The photographer returned. He handed me a tape measure. “alright sweetie, whenever your ready you can come on out”

About a minute and a half later she slid the curtain open and stepped out. She was completely exposed except for her pink panties and lacy bra.

“alright let’s begin”

the photographer turned to her. “First things first we’ve got to take your measurements. you might feel a little uncomfortable, but remember either he takes them or i do.” he said.

she nodded in understanding. “alright dad” she relented. I smiled in what I hoped was a comforting way.

I walked forward and knelt before her. the photographer stepped up and stretched her arm out, he pointed to her right armpit.

I slipped the tape against her skin, feeling her goose bumps underneath. The cold air had access to more skin than usual. I could see the goosebumps it caused.

The photographer gave more directions. Following them, I wrapped the tape snug across her breasts, over where I imagined her nipples were. I brushed up against them as I tightened the band. “22 inches, ” I said.

Next, I wrapped the tape below her breasts moving her bra upwards to reveal a little underboob. I nested the tape below her breasts. she shivered but didn’t complain. “20 inches” i said reading the numbers again. he nodded, “very good”

He wrote the measurements down. He instructed me on how to place the tape next. I removed it and he instructed me to measure her waist next. The photographer instructed her to stand up straight, relax and breathe. then told me to run the band around her body over her belly button. she shivered again, this time ticklish.

my hands were trembling with anticipation as I measured her waist. her body radiated heat as I wrapped up my darling’s waist. 25 inches.

Next he directed me to measure her hips. I ran my hands down her legs, finding their widest point. As I did with the waist before, I ran the tape across and around her legs. I nestled the band into her crotch, eager for the moment when I could touch her more freely. “32 and half inches or so”

“That’s all we need for now, ” the photographer said. “beautiful numbers, very well done both of you” my daughter beamed at the affirmation, i might’ve too.

The photographer moved to the rack and selected some sets of swimsuits. “Here these are all your size” he said after pulling twenty or so suits off the rack. “We can start with whichever you like, ” he said. He hung the rest back and wheeled the rack back out of the way.

Eventually my daughter picked a dark blue two-piece set with a swim skirt. it was cute, totally her. She took it to the curtained changing area and the photographer and I leered at the screen. her panties and training bra soon came off. she looked adorable just standing there for a moment as she adjusted to being naked.

then she changed quickly into the bottoms. The bikini bottoms did not cover her pubic area completely and from what I could see seemed very thin.

Next she slid on the top, struggling slightly to adjust it. i almost wished she would just abandon the top, there was no real point, even the photographer might know it. finally she got the top onto herself correctly. and came back out.

“perfect!” the photographer and I said. eagerly grabbing his camera.

The photographer positioned my darling for a series of beach themed pictures. her eyes slowly began to sparkle from the excitement of being a model. my fingers trembled in anticipation. Though my beautiful daughter was on display there was no guarantee I was going to get to have her. but someone, sometime would have her. That was plenty exciting enough.

“beautiful” the photographer mentioned. I noticed his cock as hard as mine in his pants. He gave me a look asking for permission again. I smiled and nodded.

“Sweetie, ” the photographer said. “What do you think about posing nude for me?”

her eyes bugged for a moment in surprise and nervousness. my mouth almost drooling at the image of her perking up her body in surprise. my cock threatening to poke a hole through my pants. i imagined fucking her at that moment, filling her body as her entire weight fell against me.

her eyes went between the two of us, i made a slight gesture as if asking, ‘why not?’

“well um okay”

the photographer nodded in thanks. “don’t worry dear” he assured. “Do you want to undress yourself or do you need mine or your father’s help?”

“No, i can do it”

my daughter shuffled back towards the curtained area and disappeared inside. My eyes followed her into the changing area.

Soon she emerged, completely without clothes. She was hiding her budding breasts behind an arm, and her young pussy behind her other hand. she had turned a deep shade of red.

“beautiful” the photographer said, snapping a few pics. “Every girl next door to you, but now I’m gonna need you to drop your arms to your side” he said. ‘and show us the goods’ i could hear in his voice.

she hesitated, but then my daughter did what she was told. She lowered her hands to her side, revealing her puffy growing tits and her beautiful clean pussy. I saw some short trimmed dark hairs, I was shocked I hadn’t seen them when she put the bathing suit on.

I couldn’t believe the scene in front of me. This was nothing compared to the secret pictures I’d taken of her and her sister while sleeping. I could hardly hold myself from bursting my load right there in my pants.

The photographer ordered her to turn her head up, raise her hands over her head, and stick her hip out a bit. and much more. She followed his instructions, her shyness leaving her as she became a pro.

“What about you?” the photographer turned to me. “Any poses you want to see?”

I hesitated for only a moment. I cleared the saliva in my throat. “sit on the ground, legs apart. use your arms to support your torso. give me a smile” I commanded.

The pose I had her in was far more explicit than the photographer’s, but she followed my instructions without question. The result had my heart in my stomach, enraptured by her beauty.

“good ” I complimented.

She beamed in joy. I glanced at her soft thighs and imagined myself pushing them open as I buried myself inside her. The sight was the stuff of dreams.

“how do you feel about having your dad pose for some photos with you now?” the photographer asked. I blushed with anticipation and excitement.

My daughter thought about it for a few minutes before nodding, “okay. i suppose”

I walked over to my naked daughter, still fully clothed. she looked up at me with a deep red hue, I’m sure I was blushing as well. I reached out my hand, she clasped onto it and I pulled her to her feet. she stepped closer, looking at me as the question formed in her head. I nodded and pulled her body closer into a hug.

with her chest pressed to me, we turned our heads towards the photographer, we smiled. She was beginning to enjoy our situation. I breathed in her hair.

The photographer snapped picture after picture as my hands slid to the cheeks of her bare ass. I cupped my daughter’s cheeks. feeling her tight bare flesh as I held her tighter than we’d ever hugged before.

“Say cheese!”

“cheese” we replied in unison

my hands gripped the sides of her ass a little harder, holding her bottom firmly against me. the tip of my rock hard cock resting against her lower abs. her mouth hung open in a pleasured way as my hands roamed over her rump. she felt so young in my grasp.

“say smooch”

“Smooch, ” my daughter said in a cute voice and turned her head. it caught me by surprise, she pressed her lips against mine. my heart exploded as we shared a kiss for the very first time. It was wet and sensual. I felt her tongue in my mouth.

our first kiss. so unexpected and wonderful. our tongues touched together. we pressed our bodies closer as she lifted her left leg. she pressed her thigh along the outside of mine as we grinded together..

“good” the photographer cooed. “Now sweetie, start taking off your daddy’s pants. this will be a great set” he said as i moaned from the attention. The sudden jolting contact of my daughter’s hands at my waist was a complete surprise to my senses. I redirected my attention to my daughter now kneeling before me. I tried to focus on her face, gauging her reaction. She was hesitant and unsure, but eager and curious.

my daughter’s delicate fingers were fumbling over my pants attempting to free my erection. She couldn’t work them off and tugged at the waistband, sliding them downward millimeter by millimeter.

By the time my bulge was revealed the photographer took at least 3 dozen pictures of it.

but she eventually managed and all of a sudden I was fully erect and exposed in front of her.

she let her mouth fall wide open. her breathing became heavier and uneven. “I had no idea, ” my sweet daughter said, unable to tear her gaze from my erection. I could tell it wasn’t the photographer she was talking to, nor was it me. She was speaking her thoughts out loud. whether she was talking about my size, her attraction or something else. I had no idea but there were other things on my mind right then, so I held my tongue.

my daughter reached out, hesitating as she rested the palm of her right hand against the shaft of my penis. my cock flexed, i was confident mine was the first cock ever to enjoy her soft touch.

I put one hand on my daughter’s shoulder as I guided her lips to the tip of my erect cock. her fingers grasped the tip of my erection as she prepared to taste it. My body stiffened as I watched her tenderly lower her wet, warm mouth around the end of my pulsating dick. My pre-cum dripped onto her eager tongue and she lapped it up.

I heard the camera snapping again and my attention was diverted. The photographer gave me a warm thumbs up from behind the lens. Focusing on the sensual scene in front of him. my heart fluttered and my cock twitched within my daughter’s mouth.

my daughter drew my penis into her mouth even further. I felt her tighten her grip with her tongue and apply pressure to my thick, throbbing girth, just behind the head. it felt so good, i struggled not to moan and growl from the sensation. I kept myself in check but it wasn’t long before my daughter withdrew. A strand of saliva connecting her to the glistening shaft of my erection.

I looked at her gleeful face. She was looking up at me expecting something. That combined with the perfect view I got of her perky tits and perfect nubile body was enough to send me over the edge. I covered her face and upper body in no less than six ropes of cum. The first and biggest landed across her face on both sides of her now pursed lips. The second on her upper chest the third hit her legs and the two of the final three landed on the ground. The very last spurt hitting her eye. my vision became cloudy as my legs weakened beneath me.

my darling daughter, beamed and licked around her lips. she was attempting to lick the ropes of sperm and I stared at her in wonder. it was beyond cute don’t get me wrong, she barely snagged any of it. she spent a long time trying to get it off her face with just her tongue. another thing struck me, how had she known to do, well any of that? I made a mental note to ask later, not ruin the moment among other things.

“absolutely lovely, a wonderful job you two, ” the photographer cooed. He approached us empty handed. I was too embarrassed to really know how to respond and it appeared my beautiful sexy daughter was too. she was hiding behind me which was all well and good but it left me exposed. Despite my recent ejaculation my cock was already quite hard.

“Are the two of you ready to go all the way today? or should we book another shoot?” he asked us.

Oh My Yes I said to myself.

Daughter

My ears roared and I struggled to process the words said to me. The only constant was the heat radiating from Dad’s body as I clung to his legs like it was my time. Of course I was much older now, my head now rested at his lower back instead of his calves. and we were of course completely naked. I felt the need to hide my naked body from The Photographer. which was very silly since he’d already seen everything up close and personal. Still, it was awkward to be naked in front of a stranger. especially a stranger that was also clothed. or would it be more awkward if he was also naked? I don’t know.

“Today...” I repeated in a whisper, processing the question. It was a habit that served me well on normal days. In class I could buy a few seconds to think about my answer without seeming dumb.

Today was not normal. The Photographer interpreted my repetition as confirmation.

“Wonderful!” The Photographer exclaimed. He began directing dad to lie on the ground.

Panic welled within me. I wasn’t ready.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not a prude, I blew my dad not minutes ago after all, but it was still a big deal. I mean losing your virginity always is, right? Not to mention losing it to your dad. Not to mention on camera!

I did want it, I needed a little break. “Umm dad? Can I get a water break?”

“Of course sweetie” he said and turned to The Photographer to have him grab a water bottle.

I was still clinging to Dad when The Photographer returned. I thanked him with a whisper for the water and drank it, allowing the cool liquid to soothe my throat. It saddened me a little, having the memory of Dad’s cock washed away like this, but I needed it. as exciting and fun as it was blowing my dad kinda blew. I mean I struggled to fit it down my throat and when it did it felt kinda bad. Practicing at home with cylinder shaped objects was way different.

I noticed Dad was doing his best to shield my body from the Photographer while I drank which was nice of him. It seemed he felt awkward baring his rock hard cock to me and The Photographer. I looked up at him and gave him a small, polite smile, as I did, I felt my skin move beneath his cum on my face. I wanted to wipe it off with my hands but that felt rude, almost like brushing away a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you feeling okay sweetie?” he asked, returning a smile.

my chest flushed with warmth against the cool mall AC. I could see the simultaneous lust and concern in his eyes. It was hot.

It’s sort of why I agreed to do this in the first place. Having a stranger tell you your pretty is nice don’t get me wrong. but, spending time dedicating themself to your beauty? That’s compelling.

I never thought of myself as pretty, or hot, or sexy or whatever. not that i thought i was ugly either. but the looks The Photographer and Dad have been giving me all day, it’s more than enough to make anyone swoon. and swoon i did, again.

I looked away, embarrassed my cheeks felt hot. This was Dad, the same guy as always but somehow things were different. I mean of course they were, we were naked, his dick was down my throat like 5 minutes ago.

“c-can i have a shower before we do it?” I asked. “I feel dirty”

Nobody ever said sucking was such hard work! it builds up a sweat!

Or I was nervous.

I at least had cum all over me. it had to be better photography to have me wash it off.

Dad nodded, without hesitation he relayed my request to The Photographer. The Photographer noted that it was a good idea and showed me to a pretty dingy looking bathroom. There was a shower, a sink, and a toilet. all the normal things he even gave me a towel, washcloth and some half used bottles of shampoo and body wash. but something felt abnormal... The bathroom definitely felt small...

I ignored my misgivings and studied myself in the mirror. I could see Dad’s cum starting to dry on my face and chest. I hadn’t gotten a good taste of it on camera so now was the perfect time to try it. all my friends said you were supposed to swallow it after all. I scooped as much as I could off my chest with my finger. I brought it to my mouth, my tongue swirled over my finger collecting it into my mouth.

Nothing. it didn’t taste like anything. Maybe salty? but that could’ve been my own sweat. I was dissatisfied but didn’t know why. I sighed and entered the shower. turning the knob until a hot stream fell out and bathed me. I moaned, letting my mind wander away.

i mean should i even do this? fuck my dad? in front of someone else? with a camera?

I mean I definitely wanted to. I was pretty embarrassed. I’m certain The Photographer noticed. my pussy started dripping wet juicy even before I was being photographed naked.

I sighed and the warm shower water that was running over my head and down my body turned cold. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying myself as best I could. I didn’t have a hair dryer or even another towel for my hair. I did my best to dry my hair off but it was still damp. i could’ve left it to dry but i was so desperate to fuck my dad now. not only because I was horny but also because I was afraid I would back out if I didn’t act soon.

I approached the main studio wrapped in only the towel. I was glad it was so deserted. It was exciting to be naked but still I would’ve had a panic attack if too many people saw me. I mean I guess I don’t have any control over the pictures but it’s illegal to distribute those right? I have nothing to worry about there.

As I approached The Photographer and Dad it looked like they were getting ready. Even from a distance I could see that Dad was hard, the size of his dick was almost comical from this distance. small but also proportionally large. and the fact that he was still hard meant he was still thinking of me.

They had brought out a White bed prop that I’d taken photos on already. This time Dad was laying on it, his legs spread out. They noticed me at almost the same time.

“Sweetie!” They both cooed at the same time. It was a nickname dad called me all the time. It was something that felt alien coming from The Photographer, a relative stranger.

“h-hi” I stammered. “i-i’m ready” i said with as much volume as i could muster, which was pretty quiet.

They smiled at me, and beckoned me forward with their hands. The Photographer handed my dad some lube. Then, he began directing me on how to let my towel fall down so he could capture as much of my “virgin beauty” as possible. I coughed.

The Photographer took his position, pointing his camera at me. I let the towel fall slowly, I felt chilled as the cool air bombarded my chest, hardening my nipples. I wondered if the camera was good enough to see the goosebumps that covered my body. Now my torso, legs and pussy were exposed to the hostile air. It made me crave Dad’s embrace even more than I already had. My arms and legs were knocking together from the combination of anxiety and chills.

The towel hit the floor, and I was left with only one piece of direction left; approach Dad. He’d take it from there.

As I took a single, long shaky stride towards Dad and the Bed prop. I couldn’t help but see the warm, inviting expression on Dad’s face. I couldn’t help contrast it to the expectant hunger on The Photographer’s face. his eye never left his camera lens but i could feel his perception on my body.

I continued to make my way over. It wasn’t a long distance. The second I was in arm’s reach of him as he lay on the bed he scooped me up, placing his hands on my waist and lifting me. I welcomed his warm hands, though I didn’t welcome the short flight they took me on. I landed on his stomach, facing the camera. I suppose that was natural as we were doing this for a photoshoot. The reason for that photoshoot escaped me as I felt his chiseled stomach beneath my pussy. I realized I’d already dropped some of my wetness onto him. I felt my cheeks flush so much I didn’t notice him change the angle of my legs. In an instant I was baring my pussy to the camera. I stared into the camera and for a brief moment how much of myself was captured on it.

I looked down in hopes of escape, finding Dad’s cock standing, begging for attention. I giggled as it waved in the air and instinctively grabbed it. I let go of it almost immediately, the lube Dad had applied to it had changed its texture. it felt smooth and slimy, almost plastic. I let my hands slip over the cock. As my curiosity grew I couldn’t stop, I became absorbed with playing with it. Looking back, I felt like a domesticated house cat and a dangling feather. I noticed my dad caress my back, my sides, my boobs even. I knew from his moans he was enjoying it. It took me a while to notice myself gyrating on his stomach. I was rubbing myself against his torso until I moaned as well. I was enjoying things as well.

“Fuck” i swore. usually that’d get me in trouble. My parents didn’t like my sister and I to swear around them but I don’t even know if dad heard me. And if he had heard me I don’t think I’d get in trouble for it considering the situation.

I’d satiated my curiosity, Dad’s Cock now felt familiar in my hands. I stopped, remembering to slow down so that the camera could record my slow dismount from my dad’s stomach. so that the camera could capture my pussy in clear detail as it passed over his belly. towards his crotch.

Then my hands returned to his cock as I lifted myself. I could see The Photographer nodding behind his lens. Dad used his hands to steady my body. his large hands wrapped around my waist and caressed my but. I felt something nudge at my pussy. a blunt thick intruder I knew I needed.

With Dad’s guidance we found and penetrated my pussy. We went agonizingly slow, both aware this joy was in part for show.

I’ll admit I’m no angel. between my fingers, my older sister’s secret dildo she doesn’t know I stole a couple of times and the odd vegetable (sleepover dare, i’m not proud) my pussy isn’t exactly a stranger to foreign objects. but those couldn’t even compare to just the tip of my dad’s cock. I felt it inside me, I felt it pulsating, slipping through begging to be let more in. I felt it expanding inside me. I was tempted to pull myself down and take it all at once. I would’ve if not for my fear that would do serious damage.

Dad was still supporting my lower body with his hands, and I, my upper body with my hands on his chest. I could feel him twitching beneath me.

I bit my lip in concentration, not wanting to swear again. Dad must’ve noticed I wasn’t moving too much.

“you ok sweetie?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yeah, ” I replied in a much higher tone than I intended.

Embarrassed, I forced myself down a little more. It was like an itch, the desire to have more of my father inside of me, and each time I scratched that itch I only wanted more. until I hit his pelvis and there was no more to be had. but i still had the itch. the craving.

Dad lifted me up and I was temporarily devastated at the conclusion of it and then he let me back down again. It took me a second but I realized that I scratched the itch. this was sex, this was fucking.

“oh my god” I whispered to myself as my father dropped me on his pelvis and cock again, my smallish tits bouncing.

It felt good. like, really good. I gyrated my hips, doing my best to help dad get further into me. I raised one hand from his chest and used it to rub my clit. It was absolute bliss and heavenly.

It wasn’t absolutely perfect, I did get maybe too into it, and overestimated just how long my Dad’s shaft was. I accidentally went too high and his cock slipped out of me. I was desperate to get it in, Dad held me and I repositioned his cock and myself.

Then he lowered me one last time and moved his hands to my chest instead. “Go at your own pace princess” he said to me. He must’ve thought that was his fault.

It was awkward at first. I was raising my own hips and lowering them, trying to match the rhythm that had just been robbed from me. I replaced my hand onto Dad’s chest for support. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and let the sensations wash over me. Dad’s hands on my chest, massaging my tits. his cock inside of me, his chest beneath my fingers, his crotch beneath mine.

Time passed and I opened my eyes again, I looked down and I was transformed. My body was drenched with sweat. There was now a white foam that covered Dad’s cock. his cock moved quickly, it disappeared with every movement of mine only to reappear in the next. Had he cum? I felt disappointed to have missed it.

I noticed noises escaping my mouth, high pitched and animalistic. My legs were shaking like I was having a muscle spasm. The Photographer too was slightly different. He still had one hand planted on his camera but the other was on his own dick stroking himself. I looked away unsure if I should’ve seen that. Photographer spurted his creamy load in air and landed on floor

And then i came like i’ve never cummed before. I certainly had not done so that intensely. the wetness of my pussy intensified and it felt like I was peeing, sort of. My hand slipped off of Dad’s chest and I crashed into him. He held me close to him and I was enveloped in his warmth the same time my own body was overheating. The heat melded and as I quaked in pleasure I was enraptured in Dad’s protection. I felt dad’s lips on my face and I noticed his cock was still ramming into me over and over again. My body was half pleasure and bliss and half numb. I releasing my girlie juices on my daddy’s cock and his cum plus my juices made a delicious foam.

Tiredness washed over me. it had been a long day, and fucking was pretty good exercise. I nuzzled into my dad’s chest and closed my eyes letting him wash over and envelop me.

to be continued

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