I picked Becka up the next day at her pre-school. It was raining, and as soon as she jumped in the car with her yellow raincoat on and shut the door, we kissed and I asked her, "Do you still have your nipple clips on?" "Yes!" she spouted. "I kept my sweater on all day so no one would see them." We drove away and she took her sweater off, feeling the noose-style nipple clips with small, hanging, zircon crystals underneath her shirt. I kept looking over. "Are they sensitive?" I asked. I didn't want them to hurt her. She knelt up and kissed the right side of my face and plunked back down. She then took my hand and placed it on her left, jeweled breast.
  I had to talk with her, so I brought her up to the state park, where the wooden canopies over the picnic tables are.  I pulled in there, stopped the car, casually looked around, saw no cars..,and dived on her! She laughed and kicked the shift lever to the car with her purple and white Sketchers as she slid down. I straightened her little sexy leg out for her. I looked into her eyes. "I love you..." I said.  She looked at me in wonder and splendor. "I love you, too, daddy." She said. "Could you do me a favor, sweetheart?" I asked. "What?" She asked in return, as she tried to tuck my hair behind my ear. "When we are alone from now on, could you call me Donald, instead of daddy?" "Yes!" she nodded, enthusiastically, and we layed there and french kissed for an hour as the light rain hit the roof and hood, neither of us paying any attention to the time. I was feeling and massaging her flat, 4-year-old breasts through her shirt. If a cop had come by, we would have been done-for, but I knew they never came up there in December.
  "Okay, sweetheart." I said.   "We have to talk."  I sat up and pulled her up by her armpits. I gave her another kiss and drove out of the empty parking lot. "You and I have been together for four months now. I feel like I want to make a commitment to you." What's that?" she asked. "Well." I responded, "It is a special kind of promise. It's the kind of promise I made with your mother when we were married."  After a slight pause, she asked, "Do you want to marry me, daddy?" (She forgot to call me Donald, but that's okay). "Well, yes, honey, I do. But they won't let me." I reached out and took her hand and said to her,  "I want to take you away with me, so we can be together, for ever and ever. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Would you like that, sweetie?" "Yessssss!!!"she said, immediately, standing up to kiss and hug me. The car swerved a bit, but I reached under her crotch, placed my hand gently on it and asked her to sit down, laughingly. "I like it when you put your hand on my pussy, daddy...I mean Donald." she stated, smiling. "Thank you, sweetheart." I said. You're a wonderful girl that any guy would be lucky to get." 
   "I want to be your girlfriend." she stated, simply. "I want you to take me away from mommy." "I'll do that, sweetheart. I promise you". I said.  "Will you go with me to grampa's place in Alaska? The place in the woods I showed you pictures of ?" "I would love to go with you, Donald" she said. I have to admit, I was looking at her legs in her cotton/poly beige pants and I was definitely thinking about what sex with her would be like. I thought about that a lot.  I wouldn't do it unless she could enjoy it...or at least do it comfortably, though. You never fully experience the one you love without having had sex with them. I would show Becka this soon.
  We were quiet then, as we drove home, and I thought about the changes in Becka and me in the last four months. She had literally saved my life. I remember our first encounters and how we used to itch, waiting for "mom" to go out so that we could get snuggled up and licking eachother's mouths on the couch. As soon as we heard the car drive away, we would both count to ten together and she would take my clothes off and I would take her's off.  It was sooo hard not to fuck her. The only thing that took the pressure of that away was the fact that Becka not only adored my penis...but she actually loved the taste of my cum! She would become so excited, rubbing my penis as hard and fast as her little hands would let her. We would sit open-legged, facing eachother, and I trained her to rub it's face inside the slit of her  pussy and always point my cock to her soft, naked body so that when I shot, it almost covered the lovely little girl, from head to toe. She was always so excited about making the sperm come jumping out, especially when she learned that they were alive. She thought it was funny, somehow.
  When Becka first sucked my cock, I did not know how she would react when I came. She had sat with me at the computer before as we watched oral sex videos together. So she definitely knew what to do and that I was going to cum, I reassured myself. She had said, "I want to be nice to you like that, daddy!" I knew she would.  My wife hadn't sucked my cock in three years, and this little toddler was about to take over and I never looked back. Becka gave head twice as good as my wife.  That first time I came, I  watched in amazement as the little 4-year-old nursed on my cock and swallowed every single sperm, just as calmly and as natural as can be.
  She then flipped on her back and wanted me to fuck her! I probably would have tried had I not just blown a load inside her little tummy. Becka has asked me to fuck her several times. When she did, she usually stood in front of me with her eyes leveled at me, hands on hips, hips tilted sexily. "Are you going to fuck me tonight, Daddy?" She'd always ask, kind of mock-scolding.  Actually, we tried at least a few times at the begining.., until I pushed so hard, trying,  that I made her cry. I was too big for her. I pulled my cock's face out of her tiny pussy and held her and rocked her, both of us very disappointed. Since then, about 3 months ago, we have tried a more gradual approach. I bought her some anal beads that start at a width of only 1/4".  I run those in and out of her a lot, or she does it herself, as we watch tv or make out.  She's making good progress. 
   "Your mom will still be home when we get there, so we were at the library this afternoon, right sweetheart?" Smart little Becka asked, "What book were we reading?" "Elephants in Indiana".  I told her.   "Ok." she said.  I told her, "I'm going to start an argument with her again.  I'll tell her I want a divorce and sole custody of you tonight".
"Excellent." said Becka. "I love it when you argue with her." She reached under her shirt, took off her nipple clips and handed them to me. I can always count on my Becka.