I fell asleep, and when I awoke a couple of hours later,  I was elated by the sight of little Becka, standing in  between Sharon's legs, pushing a good-sized pink vibrator in and out of her. They both looked over to me from across the room as I climbed out of bed, and Sharon was about to say, "Hey, sweetheart..!", but did not want to make Becka jealous. Becka left the dildoe sticking out of Sharon an inch or two.., and ran to hug me. After a little french kissing, I placed her on my lap. She felt my cock rising under her little legs, so she spread them and clutched onto it's head, with her soft, gentle hands. Sharon held her vibrator in and watched,, smiling, allowing us our private time.
  I held onto the still-naked Becka and hauled her up to the pillows, placing her head very gently on one. I kissed her and threw the sheets and blanket over us, heads and all, my cock touching against her little toes. (I had not even noticed that Sharon had painted my girl's toenails red). Becka giggled and cuddled close to me in the darkness under the blanket. "I whispered in her ear, "Part of me is in you now.",  placing my palm over her hairless cunt. "I know." she softly replied. I pulled on her earlobes a couple of times with my lips to arouse her.  "That means" I continued, "You are a part of me now, and I am a part of you, because some of the fluid from your body is in me now!"
   "Are the sperms still alive, now, Daddy?" she asked me. I'm sure she wanted all of the millions of sperm I had put into her young cunt to be alive, healthy and somehow able to get to her egg, but even she knew that her eggs were not ripe. I had told her about her body and mine when her mom was at work.  I was massaging her cunt gently, feeling the 2" slit of wetness in the middle. "Some of them." I responded. "About half of them die as soon as they go inside you, but like I told you before, you will still have some sperms looking for your egg almost three days from now!" Thank you daddy!" she said, and rolled onto her side to give me a big, enthusiastic kiss. "I've waited so long to have your penis and sperms inside of me!" she said softly. She hoped Sharon heard her.  She liked Sharon.
   She then said to me, "I can't reach your cock, Daddy." I slid her and her pillow down a bit and then felt her angelic hand close around it.  "Even when I opened my labia" she continued, "... and you masturbated into the middle, and I pushed the sperms up as far as I could with my finger, It still made me sad". "Why is that, darling?" I asked her.  "Because..." she said, slowly stroking my hard cock,  "I saw the pretty ladies on the movies we watched and knew that you had to have your penis inside of me so we could feel enough love to have a baby." 
  Although her belief was not exactly true, I could not help but feel so much love for her after hearing that that I had to fuck her again. I was actually going to get the opportunity to ask her this time. I slid down so that I could whisper in her ear, "Can I fuck you again, sweetheart? She laid on her back and I heard and felt her little four-year-old legs spread. The two things I wanted most when I fucked Becka was to see her entire body and to hear her screams of lust. The first time I fucked my daughter, I had been able to see her and not hear her scream. This time, I would not be able to see her.., but I would hear the little pre-schooler scream and shout. She was my little 36 pound, red-haired cum bucket, and we were totally devoted to eachother. 
  Sharon had gone to the car to get more blankets to throw over us. With five blankets on us and Sharon keeping the tv up a little loud, Becka could scream her little lungs out with joy and no one could ever hear. I'd keep her screaming, too, because I had already cum twice that day, so it would take a while. I was already inside of her, and felt little Becka hanging onto my chest hair with her teeth, when I felt the extra blankets lain on my back. Now, I would not have to keep my hand over Becka's mouth.  Becka was so wet, I didn't even need lube.
  She raised her little knees naturally, to the sides, this time, and I felt her sexy feet bouncing against my hips as we made love. First, Becka just let out a steady whine, but when I went deeper into the little girl, she became more assertive in her sexual expressiveness. She let out an ulta high-pitch shriek every time I thrust at her waiting cervix.., and then she was silent when I then remained motionless or fucked gentle, slow and shallow, just under the mouth of her four-year old vagina. I reached down to feel her flat, little tits. I felt her beautiful face and shoulders. I put her heels up on my buttocks and told her that I loved her. Words like that were totally superfluous, though. The love we then felt for eachother spoke for itself. 
  Though I would never hurt Becka, I loved to her her when she shrieked during sex those first two years. Especially when I raised her little butt up on pillows and directed my cock to her tiny g-spot. Becka would gush vaginal fluid all over me and often pass out after the most intense thrashing and screeching. She often scratched the hell out of me at those times, and I had to keep her away from my nipples, because she would go after them and try to hurt them. I think it was totally un-conscious or instinctive on her part. Maybe even atavistic.
  We had been fucking about 15 minutes now, and I pulled out so I could kiss her. "I love you." I said in the blackness. She pecked my face with a kiss and I crept up again to re-enter her. She started her wailing again.
Finally, after 45 minutes, I said, "I'm going to cum inside you, sweetheart!" "I want you to cum inside me, daddy!" Becka replied. Sharon was listening to all of this in rapture. "I'm going to give you a baby, daddy!" Becka shouted, her little feet bobbing up and down a I fucked her at a good pace. Her little pussy was making a "glitching" noise as my cock went back and forth through it, and the sound turned me on. Maybe Becka would not give me a child this year.., or next...but she would be pregnant with my child when she entered sixth grade.  I would home-school her from then on.
  As I approached climax, Becka thought of all the live sperm about to enter her. She began to cry.., just from the tremendous excitement. She knew she was so close yet so far from the pregnancy that both of us wanted. I was about to take her to her new house and her new life (with me) though, and she would be the happiest kid in the world. I then grabbed the back of her hair harder than I should have,  bellowed and almost collapsed as my sperm was released into the little girl. Sperm that I had pledged to my wife. Sperm that I had destined for Becka even before she had been conceived.