The white car pulled up in front of our motel room at about twenty minutes before nine the next day. I had called Becka's pre-school and told them she would not be coming in. While I was talking to her teacher, Becka was lying in bed with me, front-to-front, our sweat (and love) gluing us together. She had her hand around my cock, but knew enough to stop stroking while I was talking to her pre-school teacher, or my voice would tremble. When my adult female friend pulled up, I had just ejaculated in between my little daughter's lubed thighs.  She scooped it up and ate it as I dressed a bit to answer the door. Becka never wasted sperm.
"Hi! How are you!" I said at the door, even before Sharon was inside. She walked enthusiastically up to me and gave me a big hug and kiss. She then walked immediately to Becka, who was standing behind me, defensively, and knelt to kiss her. "Hello, sweetheart. My name's Sharon." she said, and gave her a somewhat long hug, sensing the girl out. I shut the door. Still kneeling, Sharon asked Becka, "How old are you Becka? Four?" Becka, still in just Donald Duck panties and a little red t-shirt , nodded "Yes." and looked up to me. I was still holding her hand. 
  "I'm here to help you have more love between Donald and you. So that you can enjoy your body and his body more. Would you like that?" This time, she didn't even look up at me, and nodded "Yes", vigourously. I asked Becka,  "Do you want to take Sharon's hand, honey?" Sharon stood, and I surrendered the four-year-old's hand to her. "Let's all go over on the bed." suggested Sharon, who was about 5' 10", approximately 150 lbs, about 42 years old and had lighter red hair than Becka. 
  She lifted little Becka onto the bed and laid her on her back.  "I'm just going to get undressed. Is that okay, sweetheart?" she asked Becka. Becka nodded "Yes." again. I took off my silk boxers and slid next to Becka and gave her a kiss on the lips. I reached down and rubbed her little feet. Becka looked in amazement at Sharon's 36C breasts and seemed to accept the woman's crotch, covered with thick brown thatch, instantly. Sharon gently lay down on the opposite side of Becka. 
  "Your dad has told me a lot about you, Becka!" Sharon said, running her fingers gently through the little girl's hair. "He told me about you, too!" spouted Becka. Sharon asked her, "Do you think you'd like to take your panties off for us?" "Yup." replied the four-year old and swiftly slid them down her small but sexy legs.  Sharon took off the girl's shirt at the same time, and then hovered her face over Becka's as they lay back down.  Becka watched the woman's breasts hanging near her face. I know she wanted to suck them. Becka had been deprived of breast feeding.
  "You're a very pretty little girl!" Sharon told her, beaming. Becka kind of looked down at her own breasts. "You've got an incredibly sexy body!" "Thank you." replied the girl. Sharon then suggested, "Do you mind if I kiss you while I give you a special massage?" Becka just lay there. Her body said everything Sharon and I needed to know. Sharon tucked her hair behind her ear and loweing her head, ever-so-gently placed a kiss on Becka's lips. Sharon looked into Becka's eyes to hypnotize her. After a short while, she placed her right palm, holding a crystal, over the girl's pubis. Becka's eyes went wide with excitement and she screamed her sexual awakening into Sharon's waiting mouth as it french kissed her's. Then Becka closed her eyes and let it happen, holding onto Sharon for dear life as she rushed into womanhood.
  I could tell Becka was okay, because her legs were moving apart. She was opening them. I had never seen anything like that in my life.  Sharon had placed her left palm holding another crystal over the girl's forehead and seemed to be humming a certain vibration into the girl's mouth as she continued to french kiss her. The combination of Becka's screams and Sharon's humming created a grotesque harmony, until both subsided, about 15 minutes later.  After about 40 minutes, Sharon gave Becka's tits a pinch and noticed they were much more elastic. That was one sign. She then rapidly rubbed with her fingertips the area halfway in between the little girl's navel and her vagina, to check for expansion and loosening.
  "Oh my god." She said. "She is totally open for you".  She looked to me with the biggest smile.., and so did Becka. I immediately rolled onto her to kiss her.., and I mounted the child. We were extremely lucky that there was no one else residing in the motel, because Becka screamed four years (and nine months) of sexual repression into Sharon's mouth. While I was fucking Becka, the only place I could kiss were the top of her head and her hands. I could not get to her mouth, but I held her tight. Her little pussy clenched me like it would never let me go... Like I was the only love it had ever known in the world, and ever would know. Sharon placed Becka's legs around my hips. The communication you feel when you have sex with a very young partner is the most profound inter-personal communication you and she (or he) will ever experience. It will change you and prove to you the existence of spirit. My little Becka cried, "I love you daddy...I love you so much." For almost the entire 10 minutes we were coupled. It was so beautiful that Sharon was crying, too, as she tried her best to cover the girl's mouth with hers in case anyone came near. 
  Becka's hymen was long gone from the toys we had used, and I felt her soft cervix kiss my cock's face with every thrust.  I backed off and looked down at the four-year-old's body with my cock in it. God, her fuckin' legs were gorgeous. So were her flat, little tits stared up at me, saying,  "Daddy, we're yours".  I wanted to have a baby with her. I wanted her to be my wife. I raised up to look at the little Irish-looking face underneath Sharon (who was absolutely kissing the hell out of her). Becka had her eyes closed. "Look up at me, Sweetheart." I said. Her eyes opened like two Maui sunrises.
I looked in them and knew we would be lovers until the day one of us dies.
I continued fucking this little girl until her body called out and accepted the sperm which had helped create her.  The sperm that would conceive her first child. The sperm that made her a woman now, at the age of four years and two months. I lay gently on top of her afterward, Sharon by our side, knowing that I was Becka's hero. I was like Superman to her.  Being her soulmate, I certainly felt like Superman. My Becka is the best.
  
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