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Me and My Girls, part 3
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mgg, Cons, Incest, Pedo, Oral)

Story Intro:
The trials and tribulations of raising two little girls continue, as our hero learns the hard way just how much he loves his little girls.

Cast of characters:
Me (Tom) = author, age 35, brown hair, hazel eyes.
Amy = my daughter, age 3-4, dirty blond hair, hazel-green eyes.
Ivy = my daughter, age 4-5, dark blond hair, brown eyes.

Chapter 3,

First off, let me apologise for taking so long to write again, dear reader. The months since I last wrote have been very full, and (fortunately for me, but unfortunately for you) my girl's and I have been too busy living our lives to write to you about them. Hopefully this account will ease your fevered brows, and let you know just what has been going on.

If memory serves me, when I last wrote Ed, Ashley and Pippa had just left after Ed had delivered Amy and Ivy's new knickers and all four girls had given us a fashion show (see "Me and My Girls part 2).

Well here is what happened next...

* * *

The next few weeks were fairly uneventful, except that I was busy arranging for Ivy to start at her first junior school. The school I finally picked, with Ivy's help of course, was a junior / middle school called "The Oakwood School". They took children from the ages of five to ten years. They had originally been two schools, "The Oakwood Junior School" and "The Oakwood Middle School" but had joined together some ten years before. The school had high academic standards, that I knew Ivy was intelligent enough to keep to, and good sports and gymnastic teams in the latter years; they also had a strict uniform policy (something I liked).

The boy's uniforms consisted of a white shirt, grey trousers, black shoes and a burgundy v-neck pullover for the first three years, then a black blazer or jacket was added for the last three years.

The first year's girl's uniforms consisted of a smock style dress in a white and red check pattern with a burgundy cardigan. The dress had short sleeves and a straight bodice then the skirt flared slightly from the waist down to the knees. The second year girls had a white and blue check dress, while the third had a white and green check dress. The girl's uniforms changed for the fourth to sixth years to a white blouse, a grey pleated skirt, white tights or socks, black shoes, a burgundy v-neck pullover and a black blazer or jacket.

After picking the school I had no trouble getting Ivy admitted, although she would still be four when she started the year, her birthday was close enough for them to allow her to attend. A few weeks before she started school we went shopping to get her uniforms and supplies.

As we were getting ready to leave the house that morning I stopped Ivy and Amy in the hallway just before we left. They were both dressed in light summer dresses that came down to their knees. Ivy's was a bright red with orange borders at hem, cuffs and neckline, and Amy's was a pale Barbie pink with a delicate blue flower pattern. I stopped them, knelt in front of them and cautioned them, "Remember we can't tell anyone about the special games we play, so you both have to behave today." I knew Amy would be ok, she was usually shy around strangers but I also knew I would have to keep an eye on Ivy.

Both girls nodded and smiled as Amy said, "Yes daddy." while Ivy said, "Yes daddy Tom." I smiled liking the sound of being called 'daddy' and gave them both a hug. As I hugged them my hands naturally slipped down their backs to cup their plump, rounded bottoms. As I stroked them I realised I didn't feel any knickers. I leant back and looked at them and smiled. As they both grinned back at me I slid my hands further down, under the hems of their dresses and back up their legs to their bare bottoms.

I shook my head while still grinning. "Tut, tut... such naughty little girls," I said as I stroked my hands over their smooth globular bottoms then round their hips to the front and gently played with their plump pussy slits. "I think you two had better go and put some knickers on," I said as I continued to gently probe their little slits and lightly rub their tiny clits as they began to erect. I gently stroked them for a moment longer before pulling my hands out from under their dresses and gave them both a light pat on the bum and sent them back to their rooms.

A few moments later they both ran back and stood in front of me again. Ivy grinned at me then lifted her dress to show off a lovely pair of cream coloured knickers that were pulled up tight. Almost too tight, the taught material of her knickers squashed her plump pussy lips and was pulled into her slit. When Amy saw Ivy display her underwear, she bashfully did the same. Her pale pink knickers were snug, as they were designed to be, and perfectly showed off her bulging pussy and slit, the pale pink colour was such that she almost looked like she wasn't wearing any. I gave them both quick caresses, and then stood so we could go shopping.

The school had given me a list of shops that stocked their uniforms so when we arrived in town, we went straight to the first on the list. The first shop we tried had the uniforms on display so I selected Ivy's size and took her into the changing area. The three of us only just squeezed into the small changing cubical. I stood Amy on the bench out of the way and asked Ivy to lift her arms then quickly whipped off her dress and pulled the new one on.

I had to laugh, it fitted her like a sack, it was loose and baggy and the bottom hem was below her knees, to be honest she looked like she was wearing an older sister's hand-me-down clothes. Just as quickly I stripped that dress off Ivy and put her back in her own. As we left I approached one of the staff and asked if they had a fitting service. The blank look I got in return was answer enough. From then on the first thing I asked was if the shop had a fitting service.

The last shop on the schools list was different from the rest; it was down a small side street rather than the main street and was a small shop that only dealt with school uniforms. When we entered the front door, it was like stepping back in time. A small bell tinkled above the door and an older gentleman bustled from the back of the shop. His greying hair was combed straight back over his head and he was wearing half rim glassed perched on the end of his nose. He was wearing a pinstriped waistcoat over a crisp white shirt and pinstripe trousers. The sleeves of his shirt were held up with black garters and he had a tape measure looped round his neck. The very embodiment of an old fashioned tailor.

"And what can I do for you sir?" he asked me politely, then included Amy and Ivy as well, "and miss and miss." His inclusion of Amy and Ivy in his greeting had me immediately warming to him.
"Do you have a fitting or alteration service?" I asked wearily, it felt like I had asked the same question in every shop in town.
"Yes sir we certainly do," the old gentleman smiled kindly in reply, "and what school are the young ladies attending?" then he smiled again.
I shook my head and placed my hand on Ivy's shoulder. "It's just Ivy this year," I said smiling, "she's going to Oakwood School."

"Ahh," he sighed smiling and nodding, "I've heard good things about that school. I presume miss Ivy would require the full school kit?" When I nodded, he looked at Ivy for a moment then said to her, "you look like a half size to me," then he moved to the side of the shop where the girls uniforms were hanging. He quickly found and pulled out two dresses one slightly larger than the other and handed them to Ivy. He led us to his large changing room and said, "I suggest that you try on the smaller first. I suspect it won't fit properly so then try the larger."

I took Amy and Ivy into the changing room and did as he suggested. As he said the smaller was too small and looked like it would soon burst a seam, but when Ivy changed to the larger it was just a little too big.
We left the changing room so Ivy could see herself in the full-length mirror. The tailor looked at Ivy critically and said, "Just as I thought," then smiled. "I could tailor that," he said, "or you could leave it loose and she would grow into it by the end of the year."
"Could you fit it now, and loosen it later?" I asked, hesitant to buy a dress she would grow out off too soon.
"Easily!" he smiled, then knelt beside Ivy and began taking measurements and adjusting the dress she was wearing. At one point he asked Ivy, "How long would miss Ivy like this to be?" while he continued to stroke and smooth the dress on her body.
When Ivy answered, "Just above my knee," he began to smooth the dress down from the top to the bottom hem stroking his hands down over her back and bottom then her front all the time marking the bottom of the dress when he had it smooth.

When he was finished I took Ivy back into the changing room and helped her to change back into her clothes. When she had changed, I talked with the tailor. Knowing Ivy would never be able to stay clean at school, I ordered six of the dresses all the same. I asked him to use the measurements he had taken, to adjust the dresses I was buying in such a way that they could be let out again and asked if we could pick them up the Friday before term started.

As we were in the car driving home, Ivy unexpectedly said, "I liked that old man Tom, he rubbed my bum and kitty ever so nicely."
I had spotted the stroking of her bum but had missed her kitty getting stroked. "That was naughty of him," I said, just a little angry, he had seemed such a nice old gentleman.
"But I liked it," Ivy protested.
What could I say that would not also tar myself and that Ivy would understand. "He was naughty because he didn't ask you first," I tried to explain, "it's your kitty and he should have asked you, not just touched you without asking."
"So..." Ivy said trying to understand, "if he'd asked, an' I said it was ok, it would be ok?"

I knew she was smart, so I had let myself in for that one, I then saw where she might push this and how our secret could get out so I had to think quickly to try and stop it. "Yes it would," I said slowly trying to sort out my thoughts, "but you can't ask him, or even hint, he has to ask you." How could I explain so that she wouldn't let slip our secret but still be happy to play with me. "We can't tell anyone else about our secret games," I said slowly, "unless we both agree to, ok? But if someone asks you nicely if they can rub your kitty, and you feel ok with them doing that, then you can let them if you want to. If you don't want to do anything with them then you don't have to, ok? And if anyone does anything you don't like, just let me know."

Ivy thought about it for a while then said quietly, "Ok daddy Tom."

* * *

Ivy's first day of school was quite exciting. I set the alarm so we would have plenty of time to get ready in the morning - I needn't have bothered. I was woken by Ivy bouncing on the bed as she tried to wake Amy and me. We got up, showered and got everyone ready with plenty of time to spare. The school was far enough away that walking there and back would be too much for Amy (well that's what I told myself anyway). So I drove us all to Ivy's new school in my new BMW 4x4.

The day passed quietly while Ivy was at school. It dawned on me that she was the instigator of most games and the noisy one of the two. Amy would always be willing to follow her sister but rarely pushed herself forward. It was actually pleasantly peaceful and Amy had me reading her favourite books to her while she sat on my lap holding it open, while I read it over her shoulder.

At the appropriate time I drove back to the school with Amy and we stood with the other parents of the new year, waiting for our children near the exit doors. Most of the other parents that were waiting were women, there were very few men there, and I received a number of glances from the women, almost like they were appraising me. I could almost see them asking themselves what I was doing there.

There was a sound of an alarm bell ringing, then a mob of yelling cheering children came running out of the doors and scattered. After only a few moments waiting Ivy ran up to me and started chattering about her day. I found out all about her day at school, her teachers, her classmates and her new friends.

The next few weeks continued in a similar vein, both Amy and Ivy became accustomed to wearing clothing again. Prior to Ivy starting school Amy and Ivy would usually run around the house naked unless we had a visitor, and then I would have to remind them to get dressed.
I have to say that we humans are a very adaptive animal, we can become inured to anything, even the sight of two giggling nude little girls. I guess it stops being quite so erotic when everything is on display all the time. Maybe it was because they both had to get dressed so we could take Ivy to school. Whatever the reason both Ivy and Amy stopped running around naked unless they wanted to 'play'. Which turned out to my advantage when we had a surprise visit...

* * *

Two weeks after Ivy started school, while I was preparing lunch and Amy was watching TV, we had a unexpected visitor. I answered the door to see a short mousy woman dressed in a dress suit carrying a briefcase. She introduced herself as Ms Coulson the social worker assigned to Amy and Ivy's cases, and showed me identification that corroborated her statement. I let her in then showed her into the lounge where Amy was watching TV.

Ms Coulson sat at one end of the sofa then rather bluntly said, "Mr Leyland, I need to speak with Amy... Alone if I may."
I found the remote and switched off the TV then told Amy, "Amy, this is Ms Coulson and she would like to have a chat with you, ok. I'll be in the kitchen making lunch, if you need anything just call me ok?" Amy nodded acceptance with a sombre face and I retreated to the kitchen with my mind racing.

An agonising eternity of time later (probably ten whole minutes) I heard Amy yell a loud "No!" I of course rushed in and rather loudly asked, "What going on?"
Amy ran over to me and jumped into my arms as I knelt down to intercept her. "Daddy, daddy," she babbled almost panicking, "she wants to take me away from you, don't let her take me away!" then she started to sob against my shoulder.
I gently stroked her back as I held her and tried to calm her saying, "It's going to be ok Amy, I won't let anyone take you away, don't worry..."

After I had managed to calm Amy down a little, I very coolly asked Ms Coulson, "What were you doing? Why did you upset my daughter?"
She must have seen how angry I was, I saw her loose a little colour as I glared at her. "I only asked routine questions, and she got upset."
"What questions?" I asked bluntly, still managing to keep the anger out of my voice.
She blanched again and stammered defensively, "I - I only asked her if you had ever touched her and where, then she got flustered and when I asked if you had ever touched her in a bad way she shouted and you ran in."
"That doesn't seem a lot for ten minutes of questioning," I pointed out to her. Then I quietly said to Amy, who was still sniffling, "Is that what she said to you?"
Amy shook her head. "Nuh uh!" she said, "she said she would take me away if I dint answer her."

"She was reluctant to answer my questions!" Ms Coulson interrupted imperiously.
"So you threatened her with being taken from me?" I said incredulously. I was so angry I probably shouldn't have done what I then did. I strode over to my phone and dialled my lawyer, Ms Breanna West. After only a short wait I was put through to her and while Ms Coulson was listening I asked Breanna if she would lodge a formal complaint on my behalf with the proper authorities at social services. With that done I then politely but firmly showed Ms Coulson the door.

After we had picked up Ivy from school and returned home I made sure to reinforce the need for secrecy, but I did it in the form of a game. I told Amy and Ivy that we would play a game on all the busybodies and nosy-parkers. We would keep our secret games so secret that they wouldn't even know we had a secret. Randomly, over that evening and the days that followed, I would unexpectedly ask them questions I thought a social worker might ask, and slowly Amy and Ivy answered them better and better.

* * *

The following Friday evening, while watching TV with the girls, I got a phone call from Jane Francis, the girl's foster mother before I had adopted them. "Hi Tom," she said, "I was wondering if me and Bob could come over next weekend to wish Ivy a happy birthday?"
"Of course you can," I replied, cursing myself because I had forgotten and surprised that Ivy hadn't reminded me, "do you want me to tell them or do you want it to be a surprise?"
"Tell who?" Ivy asked inquisitively as Amy said, "Surprise?"
"Oh a surprise I think," Jane chuckled, "are you having a party?"
"Of course," well we were going to now I thought, "but she doesn't know it yet, we are going to sort it all out this weekend."

Amy was still sat watching me curiously but Ivy was hopping in front of me with impatience. "Who don't know it?" she asked excitedly, "sort what out?"
"We'll see you later," I continued to Jane, grinning at Ivy, "I think little Miss impatient wants something."

After I had put the phone down, Ivy continued to bounce. "Who was that?" she asked excitedly, "what's happening?"
I smiled at Ivy and said, "How would you," and I pointed at her and grinned, "like a party next weekend for your fifth birthday?" Ivy looked at me stunned into silence for a brief moment, then she erupted into excited cheering and dancing about. Once I had her calmed down we started planning.

* * *

That weekend, while the three of us were sorting out the invitations, Ivy asked almost timidly for her, "Umm... daddy Tom... can I have a pool party?"
The thought of a large number of little girls in tight swimming costumes both frightened and entranced to me. "Yes of course you can," I answered after only a moment's thought, "but you will have to tell the friends you invite to tell their parents, because some of them will have to be here to help look after everyone."

That weekend we also did a lot of the shopping required for the party. Food and drinks, decorations, everything needed to make the party a success. I even managed to hire a bouncy castle for the garden, assuming the great British weather would co-operate and stay dry. We also spent a considerable amount of time child-proofing my house. Making sure all the telltale signs of our 'play' were well hidden from prying eyes.

* * *

We had arranged Ivy's birthday party to begin at midday on Saturday, although her birthday was really on Friday. That Friday morning I very suddenly woke up in absolute agony, it felt like I had been kicked in the balls, and was very nearly right!

I sat bolt upright and tried to clutch at my groin, only to find a warm body sitting on my poor abused dick. As I sat up and groaned out my pain I heard Ivy squeal in fright. I opened my bleary tear filled eyes and looked at Ivy where she was still sat on my lap looking frightened. I pulled her into a hug as I laid back down, pulling her weight onto my chest and stomach and off my painfully aching dick. I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and softly whispered, "What were you doing?"
Ivy looked bashful and contrite, "I - I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you!" I waited patiently keeping quiet, slowly stroking her hair and back, until she continued in a rush, "I'm older now an' I wanted to play, but it won't go in, an' then you woke up yellin'."

I'd had a while to get used to Ivy and was able to decipher what she was saying, but I asked to make sure. "So you were trying to get my puppy in your kitty?" she nodded remorsefully. "Like I said before," I explained calmly, while still stroking her back soothingly, "your kitty is too small for my puppy right now." When she looked up at me with those big soulful eyes I relented a little, "Ok... if you really want to try, we can try tomorrow morning," then I added with mock sternness, "but we will do it my way ok?" Ivy grinned and nodded happily, then on sudden impulse she scooted up and quickly kissed me on the lips, then again, then again slower and more sensually. We ended up kissing deep and loving, sensuously exploring, our tongues vying and duelling with each other in and out between our lips.

Some time later we had to get up and get Ivy to school. The day passed like any other, except for the hard work preparing for the party. I did my best to include Amy in the preparations, so it was like both of us were throwing the party for Ivy, and Amy wouldn't feel excluded.

While Amy and I were waiting in the school playground for Ivy, I was approached by a number of the mothers also waiting for their children. "Umm... excuse me but are you Ivy's father?" one of them asked.
"Yes I am," I smiled and replied.
Another of the women spoke up, "We've been talking and none of us know where your house is..."

I smiled and nodded understanding, then gave them detailed instructions how to find it. Just as I was finishing the school bell rang out and a small horde of children came running out to greet us. I would have been eyeing up the little girls as usual, except that the dreaded sight of Ivy being accompanied by a teacher was approaching me.

"Hello Mr Leyland," she said as she shook my hand, "I'm Jenny Ash, Ivy's teacher." She was a young woman in her early twenties I'd guess, small at about five-foot tall and what looked like a slender figure under her loose cardigan and long skirt.
I smiled resignedly, knowing how active and boisterous she was at home. "Please call me Tom," then I sighed, "what has she done now?" and I looked at Ivy and smiled disappointedly.
"Nothin' honest!" Ivy indignantly protested.
Jenny defended Ivy with, "No, she's a perfect angel, it's just that..." she paused and blushed prettily, "Ivy has asked me to attend her birthday party tomorrow."
Ivy interrupted with, "Please daddy Tom, can she come to my party... please?"
I smiled relieved it was nothing more, and looked at Jenny. "Would you like to?" I asked, "you're more than welcome to..."
Jenny smiled shyly at me then down to Ivy. "I've never been asked by a student before..."
Ivy interrupted again jumping on the spot and said to Jenny, "Please come Miss, please say you will!"
Jenny thought for a moment or two more then nodded, "Yes, I'd love to come to your party."
Ivy let out a cheer of excitement. When she had quieted a little I said almost joking, "Good, you can help me to look after the horde that Ivy has invited!" then smiled.

A little while after we arrived home, Amy and I presented Ivy with our presents. We sat Ivy in the middle of the sofa and told her to close her eyes. Then Amy ran off to fetch her gift while I watched Ivy to make sure she didn't peek. Amy walked back in struggling under a stuffed plush teddy bear that was bigger than she was. When we first saw it in the store Amy immediately wanted it, so I bought one for each of them. Amy sat it down directly in front of Ivy and stood behind it holding it up, but she was still hidden from Ivy.

"Ok Ivy," I said, "you can open your eyes now."
Ivy opened her eyes and her jaw dropped in surprise. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed.
Amy suddenly pushed the bear at her sister. Ivy shrieked in shock and fell backward as the bear seemed to lunge at her, and then she lay laughing while hugging the big bear as it lay on top of her while Amy giggled through her fingers as she hid behind me.
While still chuckling Ivy threatened Amy, "I'll get you for that..."

Ivy also liked the gifts I gave her, the various toys, dolls and accessories and a pink dress, the kind where the knee length skirt is fluffed out by the petticoats.

After eating I had a final surprise for Ivy. "Would you let me make a model of your hand?" I said to her. I could see she was unsure about it so I explained, "I would like to make a copy of your hand on each of your birthdays to keep forever. All you need to do is put your hand into a big jar of goo that sets like jelly. Then, we pull your hand out and we pour in plaster and make a copy of it." Like most five-year-olds I think the idea of getting messy appealed to her.
"Ok," she said still not completely sure, "but what do I do?"

I quickly got together the materials I would need. I oiled up Ivy's hand with baby oil, to make sure the alginate didn't stick to her skin, and then mixed it up into a thick slimy liquid. "Ok Ivy," I said as I held the large jar of alginate, "open your hand and spread your fingers like you're waving, then push it into this mess."
Ivy spread her hand and began to push it into the jar. "Eww, gross," she squealed delightedly.

"Now move you hand slightly, to get rid of any air bubbles." I instructed, "Then hold it very still until the mould sets." After only a few minutes the alginate was firm to my touch and I said, "Now, very slowly move your hand about to free it, and then slowly slide it out as gently as you can." Luckily Ivy's hand slid easily from the mould without any bits attaching to her. I then quickly mixed up the plaster and poured it into the now vacant mould.

Both Amy and Ivy were impatient to see the results but we had to wait for the plaster to set thoroughly. I suggested we watch their favourite film while we waited. About ninety minutes later we gently pealed off the alginate to reveal a perfect copy of Ivy's hand even down to the chewed nails. As a final touch I sprayed it with bronze paint, then a clear varnish.

* * *

Saturday dawned bright and early, and as usual I awoke snuggled between two cuddly little girls. Unusually Ivy was not bouncing on the bed trying to wake me up. I checked the time and found it was nearly nine o'clock, only three hours before the party started. I started to gently stroke Ivy's back as she slept on her front beside me. I dragged my fingertips down from her neck along her back, down the crack between the cheeks of her bottom to the warmth between her legs. I gave her a brief tickle on her pussy then dragged my fingers back up to her neck. I kept repeating the slow stimulation and watched, as Ivy slowly became aware of and reacted to my stroking.

She moaned sensuously, then turned her head to look at me through her half-lidded eyes and long eyelashes and smiled. "Tha's nice..." she drawled still half asleep. When my fingers next reached the warm gap at the top of her thighs I tickled a little more vigorously. Ivy arched her back forcing her bum up and her pussy onto my probing fingers. "Hmmm..." she groaned in pleasure.

"So," I whispered to her as I continued to gently stroke her back, "do you want to try to play now or after your party."
She looked confused for a moment, "Play?" she mumbled. Then, almost audibly, the light came on and understanding dawned. Her face lit up and she was suddenly wide-awake. "Your puppy play with my kitty?" she whispered loudly.
I nodded, and whispered, "Or we could wait until after your party..."
Ivy quickly rose to her hands and knees. "No," she said forcefully, "I wanna play now!" then she tried to push me down onto my back.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm, "If you want to play, then we do it my way ok?" and with that I threw off the covers. Ivy sat there naked, with her hand between her legs diddling her tiny clit, and Amy still lay peacefully sleeping, every so often making a soft snoring sound. "Do you want your sister to help?" I asked smiling.
"Nuh-uh," Ivy replied shaking her head. I guessed she wanted me all to herself on this momentous occasion.

I climbed off the bed and pulled Ivy to the edge at my side, the bed was tall enough that I could stand on the floor and my dick would be at the correct height to enter Ivy lying on the bed. I sat next to her and gently stroked her face. "I need to make sure I don't hurt you, ok?" Ivy nodded bravely, now that the moment was close I could see that her bravado was giving way to apprehension possibly even fear. "You sure you want to try this now?" I asked gently, still softly stroking her cheek, "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"No..." she protested, "I wanna do 'it'... please..."

I nodded my acceptance and then lifted her legs and spread her knees wide. I leant over Ivy and gently kissed her forehead, cheeks, nose and finally her soft parted lips. We duelled our tongues in and out of each others mouths increasing our excitement for a while then I broke off panting and began kissing and sucking my way down Ivy's tiny body. I sucked on her tiny little nipples getting them to crinkle and stand up. I stuck my tongue into her belly button then blew a loud raspberry just above her slit, causing her to curl up and giggle. Then I continued down to her slit and leant in and began sucking and licking on it. I dragged my tongue up from the virgin entrance of her cunt to the top of her slit and her hidden little clit. I dug into her slit at the top and found her hard little pea sized clit and vigorously strummed it with my tongue. Ivy stiffened and gasped then breathed out a whoosh of air and started panting. I kept up the stimulation of her pussy as Ivy squirmed around. I sucked on her tiny clit as I gently probed the entrance to her vagina with my forefinger. I worked my finger around her entrance, quickly stuck it in my mouth to wet it, and then slowly but persistently pushed it into her tight velvet sheath.

Ivy let out a soft sigh of pleasure as my finger invaded her. I steadily moved my finger around in her tight grip trying to loosen her up. I swapped to my slightly larger middle finger and began to move it in circles as I slowly pumped it in and out. Ivy was beginning to moan at the stimulation as I felt her inner muscles relax just a little. I pulled my finger out from Ivy's sucking embrace, quickly grabbed the tube of lubrication from by bedside cabinet, and squirted a generous quantity into Ivy's waiting hole. She hissed as the cool gel hit her hot insides then groaned at the intrusion as I tried to push both my forefinger and middle finger into her pussy together. At first they wouldn't fit but, after pushing steadily and twisting my hand, my fingers began to stretch her vaginal walls. Ivy moaned as I pushed my two fingers into her tight wet channel and twisted them around. Finally my fingers were all the way in, and I began to pump them in and out of her while twisting them around slowly stretching her tight cunt.

Ivy was puffing and panting, moaning as I pumped my two fingers in and out of her. I quickly lubricated my straining erection with my left hand while still stretching Ivy with my right. Suddenly without warning I pulled out my fingers and pushed the head of my dick against the entrance of her small pussy. I pushed, deforming the spongy head of my dick against the tight ring of muscle guarding the entrance to her vagina, but nothing happened. I pushed again trying to force my way in and abruptly the head of my dick popped in past the tight ring of muscle.

"Ow!" Ivy yelped, as the head lodged just inside her tightly gripping sheath, and lifted her sweat soaked head to look at where our bodies joined.
I was being gripped excruciatingly tightly, so tight that I could move neither in or out. The pressure squeezing on the tip of my dick was soon driving all thoughts of pleasure from my head and was causing my dick to deflate. As my erection subsided and my dick shrank back to normal I eased it out of Ivy then knelt between her legs to look for damage. I didn't see any so I leant in and began lapping at her clit again and again inserted my middle finger back into her still tight embrace.

Ivy was soon panting like she was exercising and I could feel her body trembling with excitement once again, her pleasure must have been building from the start but she hadn't cum yet. I pumped my finger in and out of her tight sheath as I tongued her tiny but erect clit. Ivy was moaning and groaning as I vigorously pistoned my finger into her. As I felt her cunt muscles begin to flutter and spasmodically squeeze onto my finger I sealed my mouth around the top of her slit and sucked hard. The combination of suction, my tongue strumming her clit and my finger pumping into her pussy sent her over the edge. She came hard; her cunt clamped down onto my finger as she tried to arch her back and squealed out her pleasure.

As Ivy relaxed from her shattering orgasm I kissed my way back up her body. When I reached her lips I spotted Amy was awake and watching us. "Would you like to play as well?" I asked her. She grinned and nodded with an excited sparkle to her eyes. She quickly scrambled out from under the bedclothes and lay down beside her sister with her legs spread wide and grinning in anticipation. I leant over her and kissed her gently on her soft mouth. After a moment's hesitation she began to kiss me back, then she parted her lips and tentatively probed her tongue into my mouth. I quickly sucked on it causing Amy to giggle, then pushed my own tongue into her mouth. We continued sensuously kissing for a while until I broke it off and kissed down her jaw-line to her neck then down to her tiny nipples. I licked and sucked on each of her nipples in turn and was pleased when they crinkled up in response.

I left her nipples and kissed my way down to her pussy slit. As I began to gently lick her outer labia and along her slit I looked up along her body. I saw Amy lifting her head to see what I was doing to her as she licked her lips. I realised she was tasting Ivy's pussy juice from my mouth and vigorously attacked her pussy with my tongue. I strummed her tiny clit, and then I licked along her slit and probed her tiny virgin entrance as far as I could. As I returned to lapping at her clit I tried to slowly and gently push my forefinger into her tight entrance. I didn't even reach the first knuckle before I felt her hymen and Amy groaned. I stopped pushing and tried to rotate and move my finger in a circle while still lapping and sucking on her clit. I kept up the stimulation for a while but still nothing happened, so I gently slowed down and cooled off the stimulation until I kissed my way back up to her face.

"She didn't 'splode," Ivy stated quietly.

"I know," I replied as I continued to kiss and stroke Amy's body, "I don't think she can yet, but I think she likes what she does feel." I was just about to climb onto the bed when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock and was astonished to see it was eleven o'clock, almost time for the party. I hastily pulled on my bathrobe and ran to the front door. It was the driver delivering the bouncy castle, I directed him to where I wanted it and he began carrying boxes from his van out to the back garden. I quickly returned to my bedroom to find both Amy and Ivy playing with themselves, and even though it was an erotic sight I said, "Come on you two, we don't have time for more play, it's nearly time for the party and we need to have a shower."

We quickly showered and dressed and I made sure Ivy dressed in her new party dress. We were only just in time, just after we were all dressed the doorbell rang again even though there was still twenty minutes to go. All three of us ran to the door and I opened it to reveal Jenny, Ivy's teacher.

"Miss Ash!" Ivy squealed with excitement then ran up to her and hugged her about the waist.
"Hello Ivy," Jenny replied calmly then squeezed Ivy's shoulders as well as she was able. She then looked at me and said, "Hello Tom, nice place you have here."
"Thanks Jenny," I replied, then I presented Amy and said, "This is Amy, Ivy's younger sister."
"Hello Amy," Jenny said and shook Amy's hand.

Ivy finally stopped hugging Jenny and let her in, then we showed her around the house. When we got to the pool and I explained Ivy's idea of a pool party Jenny looked chagrined.
"I wish Ivy had told me about that," she groaned, "I didn't bring a swim suit."
"Never mind," I said trying to console her, "I'm sure we'll manage somehow."
Ivy piped up, "Why doesn't she swim in her knickers, like we did."
"I don't think that would be a good idea," I said to Ivy. I noticed Jenny's look of curiosity and explained, "When Amy and Ivy first visited me they wanted to swim so their foster mother and I allowed them to in just their knickers."
"Foster mother?" Jenny asked, then asked another, "You adopted them?"
"Yep," I replied smiling, "and I've never been happier." Then I chuckled and added, "or busier!"

The party was a roaring success, apart from the odd mishap as when plump little Jeanie Evans threw up after eating too much cake and then going in the bouncy castle. Mostly, however, the party was fun for all twenty-five children. At least one parent arrived with each child, and I noticed that some of the fathers were watching the girls in swimsuits as much as I was.

One of the mothers spotted the copy of Ivy's hand and asked where I had got it. When I explained how I had made it with Ivy's help she asked if I could do one for her little girl. I wasn't sure but agreed when Ivy thought it would be a nice gift for all of them. All the children and parents prepared as I instructed them and we quickly mixed up and cast all the children's hands. When all the plaster pouring was done and I told them how long we had to wait for them to set all the children were disappointed; it was getting late and they would be going soon. So I suggested that when they were ready, I would paint them and bring them to school on Monday.

Jenny had been a great help, she was the first to arrive and she was the last to leave. After the last family had left jenny said, "Well I guess I'd better be off as well..."
"No!" Ivy protested.
"Why don't you stay for supper," I said, "it's the least I can do for all your help."
"'sides," Ivy interrupted, "you didn't get to swim yet, an' you can borrow one of mine."
"That's ok," Jenny smiled at Ivy, "I don't need to swim, but I'd like to stay for supper, as long as it's not cake."
I couldn't help laughing at Ivy's comment, "I'd like to see that..." then headed to the kitchen with Amy as Ivy dragged Jenny away.

About ten minutes later I heard Jenny say from the doorway behind me, "Well, what do you think?"
I turned and was surprised by what I saw. Jenny had managed to squeeze herself into one of Ivy's white one-piece swimsuits. She had small half-lemon sized tits tightly compressed by the costume and it looked like the crotch was cutting her in half. "Umm... I hope you won't mind my being uncouth..." I said smiling, "but, hubba, hubba, hubba." She chuckled and blushed lightly, and then quick as a flash she was gone to the pool with Ivy and Amy following behind.

When the food was ready I laid it out on the table and went into the pool to get everyone. Amy and Ivy looked great in their little bikinis but Jenny also looked good. She climbed out of the pool either not knowing or not caring that the costume she was wearing was now translucent, but I cared... and stared. Her pert tits were topped by erect small nipples poking out (my favourite type), and her hairless slit was clearly visible (yes completely bald). Amy and Ivy both wrapped themselves in towels to sit and eat, but Jenny took her towel back to Ivy's room to change before returning to the table.

* * *

The following day Ivy and Amy 'helped' me to clean the house, I would not have believed it possible that so much mess could be made by so few people. When we were in the middle of cleaning up Bob and Jane Francis, the girls' old foster parents, turned up.

"We decided to not come to the party," Jane explained, "we didn't want to spoil it for Ivy, and wanted to spend time with them."

I left the girls with Bob and Jane to catch up while I finished painting and varnishing all the hands we had made. Then on Monday afternoon, when I went to pick Ivy up from school, I delivered the hands to their respective models. It was a real challenge trying to match the hands against their owners as I had forgotten to label them and had no idea which hand belonged to what child.

* * *

During the weeks that followed Ivy's party we three settled into a gentle routine. Ivy would be at school and Amy would stay at home with me reading or playing. In the evenings Ivy and Amy would play games or we would watch TV together. Sometimes, when Amy or Ivy wanted to, we would play sexy games. They would suck me or I would lick them, and we were always hugging and stroking each other whenever we could.

As the time passed I realised something quite profound... well it was to me. Before adopting them I had thought I desired a little girl I could teach to be my willing sex doll, I had even bought a large range of sex toys and accessories with that in mind. But now I had them, I found those desires changing, I no longer wanted to just satisfy my own lusts with them, I wanted them to be happy... even if that meant we never did sex play again.

It was during the half-term holiday at the end of October that I got a pleasant surprise. Amy had gone for her nap as usual around one o'clock but this time, unusually, Ivy also volunteered to take a nap. About fifteen minutes afterwards, I was approaching my bedroom door intending to use my bathroom. As I reached to push open the bedroom door I heard a noise that sounded like a grunt mixed with a low moan. Curious about what Amy and Ivy could be up to this time I quietly pushed open the door and peeked in. What I saw shocked me... and thrilled and excited me to the core.

I saw that my closet door was open, and inside I could see my box of sex toys was open and some of them had been scattered on the floor around it. On my bed I could see Ivy lying on top of her giant bear. I stared as Ivy lifted her bottom and plunged it down again, repeatedly pumping her self up and down on the strap-on dildo she had fastened onto the bear.
I crept closer to her and I could hear her huskily whispering to herself, or possibly the bear, "Oh yes... So good..."

I watched with my dick straining at my trousers for only a moment before I kissed Ivy's bum cheek.
"Eeek!" she yelped in surprise, as she slammed down on the dildo fully embedding it in her tight little hole and tried to sit up.
I moved round beside her and smiled as she looked at me wide eyed and frightened. "Having fun?" I chuckled lightly.
"Umm... I didn't... I mean..." she stammered, almost panicking.
I smiled and cupped her cheek with my palm. "It's ok, I bought these toys for you and Amy. I just didn't mean for you to find them like this."

"Then it's alright?" she asked smiling sexily as her fright faded and her arousal returned.
"Of course it's alright," I grinned, "you don't have to hide it from me... I like watching you have fun."
With my approval Ivy grinned and began to lift herself up off the dildo, then thrust herself back down. It was so sexy watching her fuck herself on that plastic dick, and to watch her pussy lips stretch as they slid up and down, up and down. As Ivy worked herself up, I gently played with her nipples and then her clit. She was quickly approaching her climax so I vigorously rubbed her clit to push her over. She began to spasm and lost control of her body as she had a thundering orgasm.

I gently stroked her back as she panted and calmed down. She saw my dick straining at my zipper and grinned almost hungrily. As she reached for my belt I said, "In a minute, I want to show you something first." I then entered my closet, rummaged in the box of sex toys for a moment, and returned with my hands behind my back. I stood beside the bed, keeping my hands hidden.
"Whatcha got?" Ivy asked excitedly as she pulled herself off the strap-on dildo with an audible obscene wet slurp.

I pulled the bear towards me and said, "Did you know this comes off?" then I quickly unsnapped the dildo from its harness. "So you can put on different sizes." Then I brought my other hand from behind my back to show the three other dildos I was holding. The smallest was about 3" long and about 1/2" diameter. The one Ivy had used was about 4" long and 3/4" diameter. The third was 5 1/2" long and 1" diameter. The fourth was 7" long and 2" diameter.

"See," I explained as I quickly stripped off my trousers and underwear to release my dick, "I'm between these two," and compared dildos three and four against my own 6" long and 1 1/2" wide dick.
Ivy immediately snatched the biggest dildo and tried to snap it onto the harness still strapped onto her bear.

"That one's way too big," I cautioned her, but helped her to secure it firmly to its harness knowing she would have to see for herself. She crouched poised above the huge seeming phallus then gingerly lowered herself onto the tip, determined to stretch herself. It was almost comical to watch as she sat in the tip of that thing, not going anywhere no matter how much she struggled.

Eventually she gave up in frustration. I quickly swapped over to the third dildo and carefully lubricated it. I pulled the bear even closer before calling Ivy over, "Try this one, it's only a little smaller than me."
Ivy scrambled to crouch over the dildo again and tentatively lowered her self onto it. This time she slowly slid down its length inch by inch. After comparing sizes my dick had deflated, but at the sight of Ivy sliding down that plastic prick it sprang back to full attention again.

Ivy hissed in pain as the dildo slowly invaded her tight snatch. "Are you ok," I asked not wanting her to hurt herself.
"It's ok," she squeaked, "but it's big!"
When she finally stopped, with still an inch or two of shaft outside her tightly stretched white lips, I said, "just stay like that and relax, let your body get used to it slowly."
Ivy opened her eyes; her face clearly showed her discomfort. I couldn't stand to see her hurting like that so I leant her over and gently pulled her up and off that dildo.
"Noooo," she moaned long and drawn out.
I gently kissed her forehead. "No Ivy," I said, "I don't want you using these just yet, they're still too big for you." then I continued to gently stroke her overtaxed little body until she fell asleep.

* * *

How much my girls meant to me really hit home at the end of November, when my world almost came crashing down. Little Amy had somehow managed to catch a cold, and was sniffling and sneezing all the time, but she was taking her medicine to help her sleep like a good little girl. Then Ivy caught it and also started sneezing and coughing.

Monday night I was woken by a violent coughing fit, not me... Ivy. She was coughing almost constantly, a nasty throaty bark like cough. I'm no doctor but I was fairly sure it was Croup and that Ivy needed to be in a moist atmosphere to help her breathing. I quickly got out of bed and carried Ivy with me into the bathroom, where I switched on the shower at a very hot setting and waited as the steam built up.

I sat with her on my lap trying to calm her as she progressively got worse. Her cough got harsher and her breathing became laboured, I could see her stomach pull in and I could hear a squeak as she tried to inhale. I knew this was not good so I quickly carried her back to our bed and called the doctor. When I described the symptoms he immediately diagnosed it as Croup and then asked if she was pale or had blue tinged lips. When I confirmed that she did he told me to get her to hospital at once.

I didn't even consider calling for an ambulance, given the relative positions of the hospital, my house and the ambulance station I knew that I would be able to get to the hospital before they would even be able to get to my house. I quickly got two blankets and nightdresses together and dressed Ivy and wrapped her in a blanket, then did the same for Amy. I quickly got dressed myself and carried Amy out to the car and strapped her in, then returned for Ivy.

As I was strapping Ivy in Amy was waking up. She asked sleepily, "Whassa matter?"
I got in the drivers' seat and began driving as I explained, "Ivy's a bit sick and were going to the hospital so the doctor can make her better."
I heard Amy turn to her sister and I heard concern colouring her voice, "Will she be ok?"
With as much soothing conviction as I could muster I answered, "Yes, of course she will...the doctors will make her all better, don't worry."

Luckily the frantic drive was uneventful. If I was caught by a number of speed cameras I didn't care or let that slow me down. When we pulled into the car park I quickly let Amy out then carried Ivy into the Accident and Emergency department with Amy following closely beside me. I was surprised when I got to reception, there were a number of people sitting and waiting even though it was early morning. But when I reached the front desk with Ivy coughing in my arms a male nurse rushed to my side and quickly took Ivy from me and said, "We'll look after her!" then just as quickly carried her back to the examination and treatment area.

I gave the receptionist Ivy's details before sitting in the waiting area. Amy was dozing on my lap as we waited for an interminable time while I was thinking on my life, what it would be like if something should happen to Ivy, or Amy. When the male nurse approached me again I realised with a start that it had only been fifteen minutes since I had brought her in. "You can see her now Mr Leyland." He said and took me round the back to a curtained cubicle.

It was a bit of a shock at first, seeing her with all those tubes and wires and things. She had a mask covering her nose and mouth that was filled with a white vapour. There was a clip on her finger trailing wires and she had an intravenous drip bandaged into her arm. But she did look to be sleeping peacefully under that facemask.

"She has a very severe form of croup," the nurse explained, "but she is responding well to the medication. She has had a mild sedative to help her relax and a corticosteroid to help her breathing. We'll be moving her to a paediatric ward shortly."
I stood at the head of her bed and gently stroked her hair out of her face, not even noticing when the nurse left. "You gave me quite a scare young lady," I quietly said to her while I continued to stroke her head.
"Is she going to be alright daddy?" Amy asked in a troubled trembling voice.
"Yes honey," I replied gently as I lifted her and stood her on the seat beside the bed, "all this is to make sure she is going to be ok." What seemed to be only a short while later, two orderlies came in and transferred Ivy and her drip to a wheeled bed they had brought with them. Then we all walked to the paediatric ward together.

Ivy was taken to a small ward with only three other beds, none of which were occupied. When the orderlies had the bed in place a nurse bustled around setting everything to rights. As she was getting all the monitors plugged in she said, "The doctor will be around in a few minutes to see how she is doing," and then she bustled out again.

True to her word, a few minutes later the doctor arrived. She was a short woman, about 5' tall with raven black hair and a petite frame. "Hi, I'm Doctor Rolston," then she held out her hand to shake. After I shook her hand and introduced myself she looked at Ivy's chart and whistled between her teeth. "It looks like you got her here just in time." Then she replaced Ivy's chart and began to check Ivy over; she took her pulse, looked in her eyes, that sort of thing. When she was done she leant back against one of the spare beds and looked me in the eyes. "Your daughter has a severe form of bacterial croup. We have given her medication to make her breathing easier and have started her on a course of antibiotics, but she will be with us for at least four days. My advice to you is to go home, try and get some rest and come back in the morning."
"But..." then I looked at Ivy's sleeping form, "I want to be here when she wakes up," I said almost plaintively.
Doctor Rolston smiled understandingly, "The sedative she has been given should keep her asleep for a while yet. Why not go home, try and get some sleep yourself and come back in the morning. She'll be needing a few things from home as well..."
I realised how much good sense she was making and as there was nothing more I could do there but wait, I picked up Amy and hugged her to me then set off home.

In the morning, bright and early, Amy and I went back to the hospital. I took with me some clothes for Ivy along with her favourite toys and games. As we arrived Doctor Rolston was just getting off shift and took us in to Ivy's ward.
"She's slept peacefully since you left," she explained, "and should be waking up soon."

I sat on the edge of the bed gently holding Ivy's hand and stroking her head while Amy sat in the chair beside the bed looking bored.
After a while Ivy began to wake up, she looked groggy and unsure where she was or what was happening. I calmed her down and soothed her as I explained what had happened and why she was in hospital. Amy and I stayed with Ivy for the rest of that day, they had put her in isolation to make sure none of the other patients were infected, so she only had us two to interact with, but we were used to that. The only time I was not with them was when I phoned Ivy's school to explain why she was not there. I made sure Amy and I stayed with Ivy until she fell asleep, the hospital had suggested that we use the other beds in the ward, but I had not thought to bring our things with us so we went home for the night.

* * *

The next day Amy and I again went to the hospital, this time I intended to stay so had prepared and brought supplies with me. As before we spent a lot of time playing games together, I read their favourite stories to them but Ivy seemed to be tired and would sleep a lot.

We had a surprise visitor around four o'clock, Ivy's teacher, Miss Ash, arrived.
"Miss!" Ivy called out hoarsely when she saw her.
"Hello Ivy," Jenny smiled as she entered the ward we had taken over. "I thought I'd stop by and say hello and bring you this..." then she held out a picture that looked to have been painted by one of the children. "Everyone painted themselves and we all hope you get better soon."
We stuck the picture on the wall next to Ivy's bed, where she would be able to look at it whenever she wanted to. Jenny stayed for a few hours visiting and being good company, we all were sorry to see her leave but especially Ivy.

At the end of the third day in hospital Ivy had a little accident. She was feeling a lot better and had been taken to the toilet by one of the nurses we had gotten to know. Ivy was still hooked up to a drip as she'd had a little trouble swallowing solid food and to make it easier to administer the antibiotic injections. As she was returning from the toilet she managed to trip and fall. Luckily she wasn't hurt, but the needle of the cannula that was in her arm was yanked out. Amazingly it was not ripped out, as luck would have it the needle was pulled out from the right direction, only leaving a small puncture in her arm that soon stopped bleeding. The nurse was quick to pick Ivy up and tend to her arm, while I cuddled and comforted her.

That evening after Ivy and Amy were asleep while I was reading, Doctor Rolston came round and noticed the lack of the drip.

She looked at the notes the nurse had made then turned to me. "She is one lucky little girl," she whispered so as to not wake them, "shame about the cannula though, she is due another antibiotic injection tomorrow. Never mind, we'll just have to use her bum," then she chuckled.
"So we'll be able to go home tomorrow?" I asked hopefully.
"I would think so," she nodded and smiled, "Ivy has responded well to the treatment and I can't see why not... but you may want to see how she is before letting her go back to school on Monday."

* * *

That Friday started just like the other days in there, Ivy was definitely looking better as she ran around and played without getting weak or breathless, and was able and willing to eat solid food again. The only thing that marred it was the visit by the new doctor.

It was mid morning when Nurse Shelly came in with Ivy's medication; we were on first name terms with a number of the permanent staff. Unfortunately she was followed by a doctor I hadn't seen before. He strode in looking like he owned the place, picked up Ivy's medical chart and briefly glanced through it.

He brusquely took the hypodermic from Shelly and glanced at Ivy then turned back to Shelly and commanded, "This is not right... she should have a cannula in her arm, go and get one."
Shelly quickly ran to get one and brought back an intravenous needle. The doctor took it and said, "Hold her while I get this in her," and grabbed for Ivy's arm.

Ivy dodged out of the way, I could see she was terrified and didn't want it. She crawled under the bed to escape from the so-called doctor and ran into my open arms. Once I had her in my arms I hugged her to me and tried to soothe her as I calmly said to the doctor, "There was an accident yesterday, and the needle was pulled out. Doctor Rolston said that Ivy didn't need another as the medication could be injected into her bottom."
The doctor shook his head then talked down to me like I was an idiot, "Hold her still and let me get this in her arm, it really is for her own good."

That attitude really annoyed me, and I knew that Ivy should not be stressed so her condition would not be aggravated. "I understand that a cannula is useful for administering medication," I stated slowly and barely holding on to my temper, "but if you attempt to put another into my daughter I will have you charged with Grievous Bodily Harm, Actual Bodily Harm and Aggravated Assault. I will also sue you personally and the hospital generally for mental anguish. I will even try my best to get you struck off the medical register!"

The doctor grew more and more red as I spoke, when I finished he blustered, "You can't do that..."
I interrupted him and actually growled, "Yes I can, easily... so don't push me!" he continued to bluster as he left, muttering about security and guards. I sat on the bed and calmed Ivy and Amy as the nurse picked up the scattered medication tray.
"I'm sorry about that Tom," she apologised.
I smiled at her and said, "It's not your fault Shelly, that... that 'person' has the bedside manner of a bedpan!"

About fifteen minutes later, when Ivy's trembling had finally stopped, the doctor reappeared flanked by two security guards. "That's him," the doctor said as he pointed at me, "I want him thrown out!"
I remained seated on the bed with Ivy on my lap and Amy cuddled to my side. I smiled at the guards and said, "Guy's, you are not paid enough to want the hassle..." just then another person strode into the ward. She was dressed in a smart suit and had her hair up in a tight bun, obviously an administrator.
She strode right up to me and extended her hand to shake. "Mr Leyland?" she asked. When I nodded and shook her hand she continued, "I understand there has been a little misunderstanding?"
"No misunderstanding," I said sedately, "if that quack comes near my daughter this hospital will regret it."
"Now Mr Leyland," the woman shook her head in admonishment, "there's no need for that."

I'd had enough I sighed and reached into my pocket for my mobile phone. "There are only two possible futures," I stated clearly, "one is where you, your guards and that quack leave and another doctor comes here to give Ivy her injection." I paused to let that sink in, "Or, I phone my lawyer and she will do what needs to be done, and then the tabloids to spread the good news!" Then I shrugged, "It's up to you..." When I mentioned my lawyer the woman's mouth formed a thin line, but when I mentioned the tabloids she paled in shock, then came to a decision quickly spun round and herded them all out of the ward.

A little while later another doctor arrived, he was young and nervous but he treated Ivy gently, he spoke to her and got her comfortable with him. When she was ready she turned to lie on her front on the bed, lifted her nightdress and lowered her knickers and bared her bottom for him. I watched him closely as he gently swabbed her skin almost caressing her, then quickly plunged the needle in and injected its contents into her.

"Ow!" Ivy protested. Then as the doctor rubbed the site of the injection she smiled mischievously at me then turned to look at him over her still bare bum and said pouting as if hurt, "Could you kiss it better please?"

The poor man blushed as his glance switched from Ivy's face to mine then to Ivy's perfect smooth bum cheek. I could see him wrestling with his conscience, his desire to kiss it warring with his desire to appear 'normal', so I said, "Go ahead! Kiss it!" With a start he did just that, but only a quick peck.
Ivy protested, "It still hurts, can I have another please?"
The doctor looked at me obviously unsure, I just nodded my assurance to him and smiled then watched as he slowly leant over and kissed Ivy's bum cheek properly. After a long moment he sat back after his kiss and Ivy chirped happily, "Thank you, it's much better now," then she spun round and gave him a quick hug as she kissed him on the cheek. The doctor then made a hasty exit still blushing furiously.

* * *

With all that had happened with Ivy being ill, Amy's birthday was almost overshadowed. Saturday morning we slept in as long as possible, Ivy was still asleep when Amy and I finally got up and went to have breakfast. While we were eating I tentatively broached the subject with her, "Would you like a party for your birthday?" Amy just looked down at her bowl of cereal and shook her head. I leant across the table and gently lifted her chin so she was looking at me then softly said, "You can if you want one."

My heart felt for her as her eyes welled up with unshed tears. "No one to ask," she stated simply.
I quickly scooted round the table and picked her up in a fierce hug. I sat on her vacated chair and sat her on my lap. "Of course you have friends," I said, then realised she was right. Amy had no interests outside of the house. We had no near neighbours and she was not in a pre-school, so she never had any contact with anyone except Ivy or me. "Would you like to go to a pre-school?" I asked gently. Amy looked down at her lap shyly then tentatively nodded.
"Ok," I said kissing her forehead, "I'll arrange it as soon as I can. And next year you can go to school like Ivy."

Amy then gave me a surprised look of delight and hugged my neck. When I was able to breathe again I asked, "Are you sure about a party?"
Amy nodded rapidly then said firmly, "Don't want one, just you."
I simply had to smile and gave her a kiss in appreciation.

* * *

Ivy returned to school on the Monday as she insisted she was well enough and seemed happy to go. The day after was Amy's birthday, I told her we could do anything that she wanted to. We watched TV, played with her toys and read her favourite stories together. When it was time for her nap she surprised me.

"Daddy..." she asked shyly as I laid her on my bed.
"Yes honey," I replied as I sat on the edge of the bed next to her and gently stroked her cheek.
She leant into my caress and smiled, almost like a cat. "Daddy, can I..." she paused a moment and blushed, then continued in a shy whisper, "can I suck your puppy?"

I was surprised but pleasantly so. It was very rare for Amy to start that sort of game; normally we would do nothing sexual until later in the evening when Ivy would usually be the one to start things. "Of course you can, if you really want to," I smiled, then added, "but not if you're only doing it to please me."
"Oh no daddy," she grinned as she shook her head, "I like it," then she blushed again, "it makes my kitty tingle."
"Ok," I agreed, still gently stroking her cheek and smiling, "you can suck my puppy if you want. Can I lick your kitty?"
Amy just grinned and nodded, "Yeah... I like it when you do!" Then sat up and began helping me out of my trousers. I sat on the bed, propped back against my pillow and the wall, with my legs spread wide and my dick just beginning to rise from its slumber. Amy knelt between my knees and lifted my semi-hard shaft from where it rested against my balls. She quickly bobbed her head down and sucked the head into her tight mouth.

I moaned at the feeling as the whole head and some of the shaft vanished into the tight confines of Amy's sucking mouth. "That feels sooo good," I reassured her as she looked up at me. She put both hands around my shaft and began to rhythmically pump up and down as my dick rapidly thickened and filled her straining mouth. I felt the expanding head of my dick hit the back of her mouth then push her head back up; causing her tight lips to slide up my lengthening shaft until they hit the flared edge of my glans. Amy sucked hard on the head of my dick and swirled her tongue around the tip and against the sensitive underside, causing me to groan with pleasure. Then she began to bob her head up and down in time with her pumping, repeatedly sliding the tight ring of her wet lips over the flared rim of my glans.

I could feel my balls tightening with the exquisite pleasure she was giving me and I groaned, "Yes! ... Suck it Amy!" She continued to pump my shaft as she then squeezed the spongy head of my dick against the roof of her mouth and sucked until I could hold back no longer. With another moan of intense pleasure I felt my balls clench spastically as I squirted a scalding jet of cum up my shaft and into my little daughters sucking mouth.

Amy sucked and swallowed every last squirt and ooze of my semen with apparent relish and delight. As my deflating dick popped out of her mouth she licked her lips and smiled, "Mmm, salty!"

I sat there panting, trying to catch my breath, grinning at Amy and watching as she knelt there with her skirt up around her waist; slowly stroking her pussy lips through her knickers while she grinned back at me. "Thank you Amy," I said still grinning, "that was wonderful." Then I picked her up and began to shower her face with light pecking kisses. "Can I," kiss, kiss, "lick your," kiss, kiss, "kitty now?" kiss, kiss, kiss.

Amy was curled up and giggling at the kisses I was showering all over her face and was not able to answer me. So I sat her on my lap with my hands resting on her sides and looked at her grinning face. "Well, can I?" I asked again then dug my fingers into her ribs and tickled her.
"No!" she squealed and giggled loudly, "stop it!"
"What?" I said with mock surprise and disappointment, "I can't lick your kitty?"
"Yes... No..." she screamed then collapsed into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.
I feared she might have a little accident so I stopped tickling her and cuddled her until she calmed down.

I gently stripped Amy of her skirt and T-shirt and laid her back onto the bed. She lay there relaxed but still panting from her giggles as I drank in the beautiful sight of her. "You're beautiful," I whispered as I cupped her cheek in my palm, then said aloud to her, "I'm the luckiest daddy in the world, to have you and Ivy as my little girls, and I love you very, very much."
"I love you too daddy," she said blushing, then giggled and demanded, "now kiss my kitty!"

I took hold of the waistband of her tight pink knickers at her hips, and gently pulled them down and off her legs to reveal her plump, bald pussy lips looking flushed with arousal. I had read of a thing called a 'Trip around the world' and I decided to try it with Amy.

I leant over her and gently kissed her eyes, nose and cheeks before I softly nibbled on her earlobes and kissed down her throat to her shoulders. I slowly kissed and sucked all around her chest and tiny nipples, eliciting quiet moans of pleasure from her. I leisurely trailed down to her bellybutton then quickly locked my lips around it and blew a hard raspberry, causing Amy to shriek and try to curl up around my head as she giggled again.
I trailed further kisses down to the junction of her thighs and then licked up along the sensitive crease between her mons and thigh to her hip. Amy quickly spread her legs wide open and I slowly nibbled and lipped at her inner thigh, making sure I didn't touch her plump, bald pussy. Amy was breathing deeply and mixed moaning and giggling at the sensations I was building in her small body.

When I bypassed her inviting pussy and continued kissing my way down her left leg she moaned in frustration and said, "No, kiss my kitty!" and reached to rub it herself.
I intercepted her hands and put them down to her sides as I gently said, "I will, when 'we' are ready."
I then continued kissing, nibbling, licking and sucking down her leg, constantly changing the pattern and strength of my attention. I worked my way down her left leg to her foot and kissed her sole and licked her little toes, causing another fit of giggles. Then I started on her other foot and slowly worked my way up that leg.

Eventually I reached her pussy. It was now very flushed and swollen with Amy's arousal. Standing proud, close to the top of her tight slit, I could see the tip of her erect clit throbbing in time with her rapid pulse. Still not touching it I gently blew a stream of air over her exposed clit causing Amy to moan long and low and sexy. I gently placed my thumbs on either side of her very plump flushed pussy lips and gently pulled them open. The revealed flesh of her slit and tiny hole was an enflamed bright pink. I quickly ducked my head and lapped from her tiny vaginal hole to her proud clit in one smooth firm motion.
Amy gasped at the feeling of my tongue rasping over her exposed tiny clit then moaned again as I began to slowly lick and kiss all over her pussy mound, her plump labia and tiny hole, always missing her erect clit. I kept up the slow torture for ages, while Amy moaned and twisted around under my mouth. As I was licking her tiny vaginal hole I got a very pleasant surprise. I tried to push the tip of my tongue into her tiny hole, not really expecting anything except stimulating Amy. Then suddenly the tight ring at the entrance of her vagina gave way and I pushed my tongue in to lick at Amy's hymen. Amy groaned even louder, but it sounded like pleasure not pain, and I got a second surprise.

With my tongue repeatedly pushing at her hymen I suddenly tasted something. It was very faint, almost like an aftertaste. Then I realised; it was Amy's first pussy juice. I shifted my mouth slightly and slowly inserted my forefinger into Amy's tight hole, while I kept up my oral stimulation of her labia. I barely managed to get halfway to the first knuckle before I felt her hymen and stopped, but I could definitely feel the slippery secretions of little girl pussy juice.
With that in mind, I attacked Amy's clit with abandon. I rasped the whole length of my tongue over the tip of her clit, then flicked it back and forth. I sucked hard on it and tried to nibble on it with my lip covered teeth. As I concentrated on her clit, I was only peripherally aware of what was happening to Amy. Her breathing became more laboured, as if she was running hard, and she began to moan as she panted. "Ooh!... Ooh!... Ooh!..." I felt her tight vaginal sheath begin to flutter and nibble on the tip of my finger, and I increased my already frenetic stimulation of her tiny clit.

It was a day of surprises. Amy's panted moans became panted squeaks, "Eep!...Eek!...Eep!..." As I looked up at her flushed face over her rounded belly, I saw her abdomen begin to flutter. Suddenly, I felt her tiny virgin hole clamp down on my finger tip and I saw the muscles of her abdomen clench then begin to ripple. I had finally done it; I had finally given my little girl, my four years old today birthday girl, an orgasm.
Amy squealed out her pleasure as I strummed at her clit, keeping her up at her orgasmic height for as long as possible. After a long while I slowed and gently soothed her and then moved up beside her to cuddle her and comfort her as she came round.

She looked at me through bleary, half lidded eyes, "Wha' was tha'?" she asked sleepily.
"That," I explained quietly, "was an orgasm, but Ivy likes to call it exploding."
Amy gave me a wide grin that unexpectedly turned into a yawn. "I like explodin'," she said then yawned again, "can we do it again?"
"Later," I said quietly as I climbed off the bed and rearranged Amy to be more comfortable, "you've got to have your nap now."
"Don' wanna sleep," she mumbled falling asleep as she spoke, "wanna 'splode 'gain."

* * *

The weeks rolled on and before we knew it, it was Christmas. I had prepared as well as I could for Christmas, this would be their first with me and I wanted it to be as perfect as I could make it. I woke on Christmas morning to an otherwise empty bed. I had to smile to myself; I had been the same when I was young, getting up early Christmas morning to open my presents. I had prepared everything the night before; the tree had stood decorated for twelve days before Christmas but with no presents under it except those from Jane and Bob Francis and a small one from Jenny Ash for Ivy. I had kept all the gifts I was giving them hidden, and then after the girls had gone to bed I had retrieved all their gifts from their hiding place and stacked them under the tree.

I couldn't hear anything, which I thought was ominous, so I climbed out of bed to investigate. I sneaked down the hall to the living room and slowly and quietly poked my head round the door. I was surprised by what I saw; both Amy and Ivy were playing quietly. Amy was playing with a colouring book and crayons and Ivy was quietly reading a book. I later found out that Amy's gift had come from Jane and Bob and Ivy's was from her teacher Jenny Ash.

I stepped out of the doorway, into the room proper, and just stood there. Amy looked up at me and then did a double take.
"Daddy!" she yelled excitedly, startling Ivy, then jumped up and ran at me jumping into my open arms to hug me tight. "Look at all the presents daddy," she declared animatedly, "can we open them... Can we?"

I carried her over to Ivy and stood her down next to her sister. "Of course you can," I said smiling. I laughed as I watched Amy and Ivy tearing into the mound of gifts, checking which gift belonged to which girl then tearing the wrapping from them with wild abandon. After they had opened all the gifts and exclaimed at each one I cleared my throat to get their attention then said, "I've got one final gift for you two, help me clear up this rubbish and then I'll get it for you."

We quickly cleared up the mess and I returned to my computer room to fetch their final special gifts. I had never gotten round to giving Amy and Ivy the extra 'special' garments I had bought along with their knickers. There were two sets each of a baby-doll outfit with matching knickers, a sexy bra-top, small knickers and suspender belt set with small silk stockings and a tight silky crop top and hotpants set. One set was white, the other scarlet. I had wrapped them all into an additional special Christmas gift each and included an additional sexy gift in with the lingerie as well.

They quickly stripped off the brightly coloured wrapping paper to reveal ordinary brown cardboard boxes.
Ivy looked disappointed and looked up at me to ask, "What is it?"
I chuckled and said, "Why don't you open it and see." Amy had ignored Ivy and me and continued opening her gift, so she was first to see what they were.
"Ooohhh!" she called out as she saw what was inside, "pretties!" she then reached in and pulled out a diaphanous scarlet baby-doll.

While Ivy was still struggling to open her box, Amy had quickly stripped off her cotton nightie and slipped the baby-doll over her head. Inch wide straps rested on her young shoulders supporting the tight sheer bodice hugging her chest. The sheer material of the skirt hung from the bodice flaring out and down to just below her hips. When she stood still the bottom hem of the baby-doll hung just below her bottom cheeks, demurely hiding her charms. But when she span round to face me grinning widely I saw a flash of pale plump pussy lips as the hem lifted clear.

"Daddy," Amy squealed as she ran and jumped into my lap. "I love it," she said then kissed me. As we kissed she pushed her tongue into my mouth and we tongue wrestled for a moment.
I eventually broke off the kiss (to breathe if nothing else) and leant back to look Amy in the eyes. My hand cupped her bare bottom and I chuckled, "They do have matching knickers you know." Then I stood her on the floor and gave her bum a light pat to send her back to her box. I looked over to Ivy and saw that she had changed into her white baby-doll, with the matching knickers, and was looking at the extra present I had included with the lingerie.

In Amy's box I had included a slim white vibrator, similar to the one I had given Ivy so many months before. In Ivy's box I had included a set of inflatable butt-plugs I had ordered from an internet sex shop.

"What're these?" Ivy asked as she brought them over.
"They," I answered smiling, "are to help stretch your kitty."
"They are?" she squealed excitedly, "how do they work? What do I do?"
I chuckled at her excitement and took the butt-plugs (kitty stretchers) from her and explained. "There are three different sizes," I said showing the three plugs to her and Amy who had joined us. "They attach to this pump," I then showed the rubber bulb pump and tube, "and they get bigger like a balloon." Then I suited actions to words and attached the hose to the valve in the base of the middle plug and began to pump it up.

Each plug was a similar shape; a round tipped cone with a flared rim, a narrow neck and a T shaped end piece where the valve was. The smallest plug was about 3" from the tip to the flared rim and about 3/4" diameter at the widest. The middle was about 3 1/2" long and 1" wide and the largest was 4" long and 1 1/2" wide. The plug I was pumping up inflated along the cone shape, leaving the narrow neck unchanged. When I finally stopped pumping and pulled the tube off the valve the plug was huge, it had extended to 4 1/2" long and 2 1/2" wide.

I looked at Ivy's bright, excited eyes and warned her, "I don't want you to use this without me, ok?" then I made sure I had her attention, "I don't want you hurting yourself with this, ok? Or I'll put it away... it's only for stretching your kitty." Then I released the valve and let the air out.
Ivy looked a little disappointed that I would give her a gift then not let her play with it, but then she nodded, "Ok daddy, I'll be good."

Grinning I picked her up and hugged her, it was the first time she had called me just daddy when she wasn't half asleep. Unfortunately I was too delighted to notice when Amy took the smallest plug.

It was only when I heard Amy squeak, "Ow!" that I knew something was happening. I looked over to see her sat on the floor, curled over trying to see into her own pussy, with the small plug in her hand obviously having just tried to push it into her tight little hole.

She looked up at me with tears welling up in her eyes. "I can't get it in," she sniffled, "it hurts."
I opened my arms and smiled. "Come here honey," I called to her. She scrambled up and climbed into my lap beside Ivy and I kissed her forehead and then hugged her.
"I wanna play," she whined, "like Ivy does!"
"I know you do," I said quietly, then kissed her forehead again, "but you have a piece of skin inside your kitty that stops things getting in there." I leant back and looked in her moist eyes and said softly, "we can break through that skin to open your kitty if you want, but it could hurt and be sore for a few days. But I've got some cream that should help if you do."

Amy thought about it for a moment then asked, "Can I stretch my kitty like Ivy?"
I smiled at her eagerness and nodded. "When you're fully healed you can yes," I said, "but only when I say your ready."
"Oh, goody!" she cheered and jumped off of my lap. "Come on," she said excitedly tugging on my hand to pull me up, "you've got to open my kitty."

I chuckled at her enthusiasm as I stood Ivy on the floor then stood and retrieved the small plug from where Amy had dropped it. I thought it would be thin enough and firm enough to do the job. I allowed Amy to pull me through into my bedroom then, while she clambered onto the bed, I entered the bathroom to get the anaesthetic I had purchased earlier for this very occasion.

I returned to find Amy lying on the bed with her bum near the edge and her legs spread as wide as possible, Ivy was standing beside her idly stroking Amy's pussy.
"This should stop it hurting," I said holding up the tube of anaesthetic teething gel. I knelt beside Ivy and offered her the tube. "If I hold open Amy's kitty, could you put some of this inside it?" I asked Ivy softly.
She eagerly took the tube and nodded as she unscrewed the top. I gently prised open Amy's pussy lips, revealing the darker pink surrounding her tiny vaginal hole. Ivy gently inserted the tube nozzle into Amy and squeezed it hard.
"That's cold!" Amy cried out in shock.

When Ivy had squeezed about half the tube into Amy's vagina I said to her, "That's enough, now use your finger to spread the gel over the skin inside... but be careful..."
"I will!" she said exasperatedly. Then she slowly inserted her forefinger to the second knuckle into Amy's tight little vagina and wiggled it about, spreading the gel around.
Amy giggled sexily as her sister wriggled her finger and said, "That tickles."

I let Ivy continue for a while then suggested, "Why don't you go and get the other stretchers, then you can have a go too."
With a bright and cheerful, "Ok," Ivy pulled her finger from her sister and ran out of the room.

I picked up the tube of anaesthetic and slowly inserted it into Amy's tight little hole until I felt the nozzle hit her hymen. I pushed it experimentally and asked Amy, "Can you feel that?"
She concentrated for a moment then replied, "Sorta, but not really..."
As I was pushing the tube, I felt it give a little. Assuming that I had just pushed the thin nozzle through Amy's hymen I then squeezed the rest of the gel into her.

"Eek!... that's cold" Amy yelled then looked daggers at me.
"Sorry," I apologised grinning, "but it'll soon warm up." Then I began to rub her tiny clit with the pad of my thumb.
"Hmm... that's nice," she smiled then laid her head back down and closed her eyes.

Ivy ran back in with the other two plugs clutched in her hands. I took the medium one from her and the small one I had collected earlier into the bathroom and washed them under the hot water. After I had shaken them dry I returned to my bedside and plunged the medium one into the jar of Vaseline. Ivy was already waiting on my bed, lying beside her sister grinning at me, with her legs spread and hanging over the edge of the bed. I then knelt between her legs and slowly inserted the plug into her tight hole. Once the plug was fully inserted I twisted it around to spread the lubrication then told Ivy, "Play with your kitty bump while I open Amy's kitty, ok?"

I squeezed the last dregs of the teething gel onto the small plug and held it near the entrance to Amy's tiny vagina. I gently placed my palm on her tummy and gently rubbed her erect tiny clit with my thumb. I watched her face, and when she got that dreamy faraway look, that told me she was enjoying my attention to her clit, I slowly but firmly pushed the plug into her. There was a little resistance at first then it slid in easily, breaking through her hymen without a squeak or a flinch.

"Are you ready?" I asked her while still watching the dreamy look on her face and gently rubbing her clit.
Amy looked up at me with a mixture of fear, resolution and excitement on her face. She tentatively nipped at her lower lip and nodded, "Yes daddy..."
"Well too late," I grinned at her and chuckled, "it's already done!"

Amy looked surprised then leant up on her hands to look at what I had done. "It's in?" she said with awe, "it dint hurt!" then she flopped back onto the bed and raised her arms to me and puckered her lips for a kiss.

I was glad to oblige her; I leant over and slowly kissed her. As I kissed her I slowly inserted my tongue into her mouth. As I did I felt her arms come around my neck and hold on tight and then suddenly she sucked on my tongue. As we shared the deep sensuous kiss I continued to rub at her clit with my thumb, slowly arousing her more and more.

"Hey, what about me?" Ivy interrupted us.
I broke off the kiss with Amy and looked over at Ivy grinning. She was lying there looking at us, scowling while still rubbing at her own pussy and clit. I eased my way out of Amy's embrace and stood between Ivy's legs. I quickly attached the pump tube to the valve at the base of the plug and firmly pumped once.

"Oooh..." Ivy moaned at the feeling of the plug inflating inside her. Then she looked at me intensely and commanded, "More!"
I shrugged and squeezed the pump once then once again. I could not remember what effect three full pumps would have on the body of the plug, but Ivy moaned with each inflation. I quickly removed the tube from the plug, then attached it to Amy's plug. I only dared to inflate hers with one pump then removed the tube again.

"Come on you two," I said to them both as I held onto their hands and pulled them to sit up, "it's only Christmas morning and we have lots to do." They both slid off the bed and stood on slightly shaky legs grinning up at me.

"Do we keep 'em in?" Ivy asked as she reached between her legs and tugged on her plug.
"Yes," I nodded smiling, "for them to stretch your kitties properly you've got to keep them in for a while." Then I reached for the ends of both plugs and gave them a gentle pull against the tight entrance ring of their vaginas, making both girls giggle.

We returned to the living room and the girls played with their presents, occasionally pulling on the plugs in their vaginas. Ivy would twist it around and try to pump it in and out but Amy just kept pulling on hers and then letting go and watching it pull itself back in. I left for the kitchen to begin preparing our lunch, I had decided to go the whole hog and make a proper Christmas dinner. I was going to cook a range of vegetables, though I would not force the girls to eat them, and a turkey-breast-roll-roast thing that we called a "Space Weevil" because it looked like the space weevil Kryton once served to Lister in an episode of Red Dwarf.

My culinary preparations were interrupted when I heard Amy call out from the living room. "Daddy... it came out." I put down what I was doing, wiped off my hands and went to see what had happened. I found Amy sat on the edge of the sofa with her legs spread wide and her little pussy gaping open and empty.
She held up the plug and apologetically said, "I didn't meant to... it just came out!"

I looked at the slimy plug in her hand, I could only see a few flecks of blood on it from breaking her hymen, and it appeared to still be inflated. I took the plug from her and chuckled, "I guess you need it a little bigger then," I released the valve to reduce the plug size, then slowly reinserted it into Amy's tight little hole. I quickly ran to get the pump and re-inflated the plug with a pump, then added another pump full. I started slowly squeezing in another pump full but stopped when Amy groaned. I removed the pump and slowly rubbed Amy's taut tummy. "Is that too much?" I asked her concerned she might be in pain.
"No," she groaned, "just full... need to go wee!" then she quickly jumped up and dashed to the toilet.

Shortly before eating lunch I told the girls, "Time to take out those stretchers." And although they moaned they sat still for me to remove them. I tugged a few times on Ivy's plug, but it would not pass her tight entrance ring. I let the air out and then pulled the plug free. I quickly wiped her up then gently kissed her clit. I moved over to where Amy was lying spread legged and gently pulled on her plug. I was surprised when it slowly but steadily began to slide out. When it was out I stroked Amy's pussy and said, "Can I check that you're ok inside?"
Amy nodded brightly and asked, "Am I stretched?"

I slowly inserted my middle finger all the way to the last knuckle. Then I slowly moved it in and out as I twisted it around, slowly feeling all of her vaginal walls inside. I let out a deep sigh of relief then said, "Yep, everything is ok and you are stretching nicely." I reluctantly removed my finger from her surprisingly tight sheath and wiped her pussy clean then kissed her proud clit. I collected together the slimy plugs and took them into the bathroom to wash them. As I was washing them I realised that the small plug was still inflated and was almost as big as the middle plug when not inflated.

* * *

For a few days after Christmas Amy's poor little kitty was sore and she would wince if she moved suddenly or stretched too far. She soon found that if her kitty felt sore rubbing her kitty button would make it feel better. And by new years day she was completely healed and wanted her kitty stretching some more.

I was also lucky enough to find a pre-school that would accept Amy even though the year was well started. The pre-school had term times similar to Ivy's but the school day was from 9:30 to 12:00, so I would be able to drop Ivy off at school then take Amy to her pre-school with time to spare. It felt odd the first few days... there was no-one there with me in the morning, but it did give me the time to keep up with the household chores, so I had more time to play with the girls in the evening.

The days and weeks passed. When I brought Amy back from school she would chatter about her day then have me read to her or do some drawing. When we returned from picking up Ivy from school, she would insist on kitty stretching, which Amy would then echo. This routine continued for some time until...

I had brought Amy home from pre-school and we had just finished our lunch and we were about to watch some TV.

"Daddy..." Amy asked in that whining way she used when she wanted something, "can we stretch my kitty... please?"
I was surprised, she would usually wait for Ivy to suggest it, but I saw no reason to not let her. I nodded and we headed for my bedroom. I helped her to strip off her jeans and knickers then laid her spread legged on the bed.
As I headed for the bathroom to get the plug Amy excitedly called after me, "Can I try the bigger one?"

When I got there I was surprised, shocked and disappointed by what I found, or rather didn't find. I returned to Amy carrying the small plug and the large plug, the middle plug was missing. "I'm sorry Amy," I said shaking my head, "I couldn't find the middle one."
Amy looked very disappointed and asked, "Can I try the big one?"

I scooped a dollop of lubrication onto my finger and gently inserted it into Amy's still tight little hole.
She shivered involuntarily then theatrically complained, "That's cold!"
I smiled at her as I slowly pumped my finger in and out of her tight channel then rubbed at her proud clit. Once I had her vagina fully coated, and Amy was panting with arousal, I quickly pulled out my finger and lubricated the large plug. I then slowly pushed the end against Amy's entrance and paused. "Are you sure?" I asked concerned. Amy nodded and grinned enthusiastically so I continued, "Let me know if it hurts and I'll stop, ok?"

I very slowly pushed the rounded narrow end of the big plug into Amy's tiny little hole. I continued to rub and stroke her proud clit and pussy lips as I slowly sank that monster sized plug further and further into her tight little sex. I was amazed at how much she could stretch; it was almost all the way in when Amy hissed in pain. I stopped immediately and let it out a little, then looked up at Amy's face and into her eyes. "Are you ok?" I asked, "Should I stop?"
"No," she shook her head looking determined, "but it's big!"
"You know," I smiled at her, "the widest part of this one is as wide as my puppy."
"Is it?" she asked eyes wide with astonishment, then insisted, "push it in... push it in!"

I tried again to slowly push that oversized plug into her. Even though she made no noise I could see she was in pain. I pulled it back out and gently said, "Not quite big enough yet..."
"Please stretch me daddy," she moaned plaintively.
"No," I said gently as I knelt between her legs, "but I will kiss your kitty and make you explode... if you want me to."
"Oh goody!" She giggled happily and clapped her hands together.

I leant over and lightly kissed her plump bald pussy. I could see the tip of her aroused clit poking out between her plump labia. I darted in and swiped my tongue up the length of her slit, from her tiny hole to her erect clit.
Amy moaned sensuously, "Mmmm..."
I gently placed my thumbs on either side of her aroused pussy lips and gently pulled them open. I quickly ducked my head again and swiped my tongue from her tiny vaginal hole to her proud clit again.

Amy gasped as I began to slowly lick and kiss all over her pussy mound, her plump labia, tiny hole and proud clit. I slowly pushed the tip of my tongue into her vagina to lick at her insides as well as I could.
Amy groaned even louder at this intrusion, "Mmm... I like it!"
Given her approval I began to rhythmically thrust my tongue in and out of her tight grip. I continued to tongue fuck her for a while then changed tack and eased my middle finger into her hot wet embrace and began to vigorously lick and suck on her clit while simultaneously rubbing the front wall of her cunt, searching for her G-spot.

Judging by the squeak of joy I heard from Amy I had found it. I rubbed that spot as I continued my assault on her clit. Amy was thrashing about under me as her pleasure peaked and she exploded with a gut wrenching orgasm. I pressed and rubbed even harder and I felt and heard Amy cum again, even stronger than before. Her thrashing body almost threw me off then suddenly she went limp.

Fearing it had been too much I stopped all my stimulation and checked her over, she had simply fainted so I cuddled her to me and stroked her until she came round.
"Wha'... wha'..." she said almost incoherently.
"You exploded so hard," I explained softly, "that you fainted." I then laid her on the bed and continued, "it's time for your nap now." Although she tried to protest it wasn't long before she fell asleep.

At the appointed time Amy and I drove to Ivy's school to pick her up. When we returned home and got through the front doors Ivy quickly ran to the bathroom. I wanted to catch her out so I quickly followed her and said, "Ivy I need to talk to you..." I caught up with her just as she was closing the door. I quickly stepped in with her.

"Can't it wait?" she whined as she held her hand in her crotch and hopped from one foot to the other with her knees together, "I really gotta go!"
I had a good idea why she really wanted her privacy and I wasn't going to let her get away with it. I leant against the wall and folded my arms. "If you gotta go," I said mimicking her tone, "then you gotta go!" and I pointed to the toilet.

Ivy blushed strongly then quickly pulled her dress up and off and jerked down her knickers and quickly sat on the toilet seat with her knees close together and leaning her elbows on her knees.

"Ivy," I said calmly, "I know what you did, it's no good trying to hide it."
She hid her face in her hands and wailed, "I didn't... I only wanted to stretch my kitty... so we could play..."

I knelt beside her and gently stroked her back as I heard her strong jet of urine striking the inside of the toilet bowl. "I know you wanted to stretch it," I said softly, "but you know I told you to only use it when I was there."
She nodded dejectedly as I pulled off some toilet paper and passed it to her to wipe with. She hopped off the seat and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. "I won't do it again... I promise."

I picked her up and cuddled her to me as I carried her into my bedroom where Amy was waiting. I sat Ivy on the bed beside her and said, "Well first we're going to get that out of you, then we'll see about your punishment."
Ivy's shoulders slumped in resignation. She closed her eyes as I laid her back then spread her legs to allow me access to the plug.

What I could see of it was dry, and then it struck me, it had been in her for about seven hours! "Ivy," I asked softly, "what did you use to make this slippery before you put it in?"
"Spit," she replied looking at me curiously, "I washed it like you said I should, then licked it to get it wet."
"Ok," I said outwardly remaining calmly, but feeling near panic (no more lubrication than some spit!) I could only hope that it was not stuck to her vaginal tissues. "Umm," I said slowly, "I need to make sure your kitty is wet before I try to take the stretcher out... ok?"
Ivy tentatively smiled at me and nodded, "Ok."

I slowly began to stroke and rub at Ivy's plump labia and probed into the top of her slit for her tiny clit.
"Daddy," Amy piped excitedly, "can I help?"
I looked at her surprised that she would take an active role. "Of course you can," I smiled, " if Ivy doesn't mind." We both looked at Ivy as she smiled and nodded. "Why don't you suck her boobies," I suggested and then leant over Ivy to suit actions to words. After a few sucks and licks I left Ivy's nipples in her sister's care and concentrated on her pussy and the trapped plug.

I continued to stroke and rub at her pussy and clit until I could see a hint of moisture seeping from around the plug. I tentatively gave it a slight twist. Luckily it moved reasonably freely so I released the valve to reduce its size then gently eased it from her now gaping hole. I was astounded, as I watched I could see her vagina easing back to its original tiny size.

Fully aware that Ivy was aroused but had not yet cum, I pulled Amy up and off of her sister's nipples.
"Ohhh..." Ivy moaned in frustration then looked at me and mewled with desire.
As she reached to play with herself I trapped her hands in mine and said, "No, not yet... we have to decide on your punishment first."

Ivy looked surprised then defiant then afraid then resigned in quick succession. After watching her for a moment I continued, "I am very disappointed that you would do what you did Ivy. You know what could happen if anyone had seen that stretcher."
"I wouldn't let anyone see," she protested.
"What if there had been an accident," I said letting some of the fear and anger colour my voice, "you must never do that again!"
"I won't..." she wailed, "I promise!"

I picked her up and cuddled her and she continued to sob and promise to be good as Amy looked on solemnly silent. When Ivy had quietened I looked into her tear stained face and asked, "So you understand just how bad it was?" when she nodded tearfully I continued, "then what punishment do you think you deserve."
She shrugged her shoulders and looked down and mumbled, "I dunno."
"Come on," I prompted her, "you know just how naughty you've been and must be punished... but how?"
She shrugged again and whispered, "Stop me playin'."

I shook my head, "No, I wouldn't be able to stop you playing with your kitty. I guess I could take away some of your toys for a while but then you would want to play with me or Amy all the time, so it needs to be something else."
Ivy's shoulders slumped even further as she muttered, "sp...k...m..."
"You'll have to speak louder," I said solemnly, "I didn't hear that."
She looked up and me, deep into my eyes and I could see the shame in hers. She clearly said, "Spank me!"
Amy gasped and her face blanched at what her sister was suggesting.

To be honest I had never thought it would ever come to this. I had always thought that I would be one parent who would be able to discipline my children without resorting to corporal punishment. I seriously thought about what Ivy was telling me, she had decided that what she had done was bad enough to deserve a spanking... but could I do it?

"You understand what you're saying?" I asked her to make sure she knew. She simply nodded so I asked her, "tell me and your sister why you think that is the right punishment."
She looked across at Amy and calmly said, "I've been very bad. If I'd been caught they woulda taken us away from daddy..."
Amy gasped and blanched again as she looked up at me wide eyed.

I nodded sombrely and asked Amy, "How many spanks do you think she deserves?"
Amy thought for a moment then her generous forgiving nature answered, "One?"
I smiled at her then asked Ivy, "And how many do you think you deserve?"
Now that she knew she was going to be spanked she was hesitant, "Umm... one?" then she tentatively smiled.
Hoping to reinforce the lesson I said, "Ok, one because you let me down, one because you let your sister down and one because you let yourself down."
Ivy's shoulders slumped again as she looked down at her lap, and then she nodded and continued with a nervous chuckle, "At least it will be quick."

I sat myself on the edge of the bed with my knees slightly spread and gestured for Ivy to assume the position. She climbed off the bed and laid herself over my knees, her pert rounded bottom making a perfect target. I swiftly brought my hand down with a ringing "smack". Ivy yelped with the stinging pain. As I lifted my hand for the second strike I could see the beginnings of a rosy blush hand print spreading over both cheeks. After counting to ten I applied the second loud "smack", causing Ivy to yelp and jump with the pain again. I counted another ten then applied the final ringing "smack".

Ivy pushed herself up to stand before me; tears were streaming down her face as she reached behind herself to rub at her stinging bottom. As she rubbed she hissed and winced at the pain.
"Ivy," I said softly, "I forgive you and I love you..." then I opened my arms to her and hugged her tight.
Amy clambered off the bed to stand beside us and hugged us both and loudly proclaimed, "I love you too!"

After our precious few moments hugging each other I suggested to Amy, "There's some hand cream in the kitchen, could you go and get it for me please." When Amy returned I suggested to Ivy, "Lay on the bed and I'll put some cream on your bum to make it feel better." Ivy quickly laid on the bed on her front and I winced just looking at my handiwork. Her bum cheeks were glowing red and I could feel the heat radiating from them. I squeezed a generous amount of the lotion into my hand and gently spread it over her heated glowing skin.

Ivy hissed at the first touch of the lotion, then sighed with relief as I gently spread it around.
Amy climbed on the bed to kneel beside her sister and watched me gently rubbing the lotion onto Ivy's bum.
Ivy looked over her shoulder and smiled languorously at me; I could tell she was getting aroused by my rubbing. "Daddy..." she asked in that whiney plaintive voice she uses when she wants something, "can we do 'it' now... I must be stretched enough?"

I couldn't help chuckling, even after a spanking she was still horny. "Ok," I said still chuckling, "let's see if you are stretched enough."
"What about me?" Amy asked, her eyes sparkling with arousal.
"Would you like Ivy to kiss your kitty?" I asked with a plan in mind.

Amy glanced at me in surprise at my suggestion, and then quickly looked at Ivy and asked, "Can you make me 'splode like daddy does?"
Ivy looked at me mischievously, and then turned back to her sister smiling, "I'll try..."

Amy and I quickly removed our clothing until we were as naked as Ivy. I positioned Amy lying on her back with her head propped on a pillow against the wall and her legs spread wide as only a four-year-old can. I then had Ivy kneel between her sister's legs, in a classic 'doggy' position resting on her elbows and knees.

Ivy was tentative at first; she lightly licked Amy's labia and kissed at her proud little clit. I leant close to her ear and whispered, "Why not do to your sister what you like me to do to you... you never know, you might enjoy making her explode as much as I do..."

Ivy gently pulled Amy's labia open to reveal the flesh of her slit and tiny hole. She ducked her head down and lapped around Amy's small hole for a moment then licked up to her proud erect clit in one go. Amy gasped at the feeling of her sister's tongue then moaned as Ivy began to lick and kiss her clit. Ivy kept licking and kissing while Amy moaned and twisted around under her.

While Ivy had been orally arousing her sister I had been intently watching. I shook myself and reached between Ivy's thighs and gently began to rub her labia. I leant close to her ear again and whispered, "Flick her button with your tongue." Then flicked her clit with my finger. After a moment of that I gently tweaked it between finger and thumb as I whispered, "Or suck it, or nibble it with your lips." Then I inserted my middle finger into her tight but wet vaginal sheath as I whispered, "Put a finger or two into her kitty."
As my finger invaded her depths, Ivy groaned sensuously and loud... directly into Amy's pussy, causing her to moan with delight, an erotic sexual cascade. I pulled my finger out and gently replaced it with my thumb and used my now wet finger to rub at her erect little clit while I thrust my thumb in and out of her hot wet snatch. Ivy groaned again and I saw her push her forefinger into Amy's little hole and begin to pump it in and out.

Using the only thing to hand, I quickly greased up my straining erection with a generous amount of the hand lotion and cautiously knelt behind Ivy. I looked down at her upthrust buttocks with my hand cupping her pussy mound and my thumb rhythmically pumping into her. "Ready Ivy?" I asked as I poised my cock head close to her entrance beside my thumb.
She nodded then stopped lapping for a moment to answer me, "Yeah!... do it!"

I quickly pulled my thumb out and pushed my straining erection in its place. I pushed the spongy head of my dick against the tight entrance ring until suddenly the resistance gave way. I grunted as my dick popped past the still tight ring and slid smoothly about 3 inches into the tightest, hottest, wet velvet smooth grip I had ever felt on my dick. Ivy squeaked as I slid into her so I stopped still and let her get used to her first real dick. I soothingly stroked her back until I felt her gripping cunt loosen a little. I slowly pulled out until only the head remained inside her, and then I reversed direction and steadily thrust back into her. I kept up the slow and steady thrusting rhythm in and out slowly working deeper and deeper with each thrust until I felt the head of my dick hit the mouth of her cervix.

I could hardly believe it, I was actually fucking Ivy... I was actually fucking my five-year-old little girl and she was loving it. I began to speed up my rhythm, fucking the full length of her juicy cunt with each stroke. I reached around her tiny body and tweaked and played with her tiny nipples with my left hand as I reached lower with my right and rubbed, flicked and tweaked at her clit.
I increased my pace again as I heard Ivy begin to rhythmically groan and pant in time with my thrusts. I felt her cunt muscles rippling up and down my shaft as she had a small orgasm. I was lost in a world of pleasure, I thrust into her small preteen cunt, driving her higher and higher and taking me with her. I continuously played with her nipples and clit, rubbing, pinching and pulling.

Inevitably I felt my balls tightening, and then suddenly I spasmed as white-hot lava boiled up my shaft to squirt into Ivy's tight confining cunt. As I shouted out my orgasm Ivy's cunt clamped down hard on my shaft as she came hard. Ivy screamed her orgasm into Amy's little pussy and caused her to explode in release. A truly orgasmic cascade.

After falling to one side and deflating to a post-orgasmic puddle I dimly heard Amy excitedly ask, "Daddy... when can I try that?"
"Oh my god..." I thought as I lay there panting, "I don't think I can handle fucking them both..."

More next chapter...

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