Poison Ivy

"Me too," Emma said. "Daddy, will you tan with us?"

"You girls go ahead. I'll come out and check on you in a while."

"Oh, no, Master Daddy, please come," Ivy whined. "It'll be so much more fun if you're there. Besides, we need someone to rub lotion on our backs."

"Yes, Daddy, come with us," Emma said.

"All right, but I won't stay long. I don't want to roast out there."

We all put on our bathing suits and headed outside, past the pool and down the steps to the beach. The sun was high in the sky. Looking around our private little shore, there was no one in the houses to our left or right. There were a few boats out on the water in the distance. Far across the lake on the other side, you could see the dots of people on the public beach.

"Private beach," Ivy said. "Ah, this is living."

Then, to my surprise, she untied her bikini, both behind the neck and behind her back, and simply dropped it on the sand her beside her towel.

"Ivy!" I said.

"Huh?" she said, turning to me with a look of surprise on her face, her big tits begging for eyes on them. "Yes, Master Daddy?"

"What are you doing?"

"Undressing? I don't want tan lines. Isn't it okay if I take these off?"

"Daddy, I wanted to take mine off too," Emma said, just as she untied the back of her string bikini. "We wanted to tan everywhere."

"It's prettier without tan lines, Master Daddy," Ivy said. "Please? You already saw me naked yesterday."

I took a breath. "Fine."

I could not help but watch as Ivy untied the other strings and dropped the bikini bottoms to the sand. Her pussy drew my attention, and I didn't have the view I did last night. However, last night I didn't have a chance to see my daughter's pussy. I tried to casually turn and look at Emma, but she had already sat down on her beach towel, the bikini briefs beside her, and her legs firmly pinched closed. I sat down on the other side of Ivy, trying to stop my cock from getting hard at the sudden feasting of flesh.

The girls wasted no time with the bottle of suntan lotion. Ivy began rubbing her hands on Emma's chest, though Ivy's back blocked my view. I could see Emma's hands running around Ivy's sides and up her collarbone.

Emma giggled. "Not so much on my nipples. You're tickling me."

"You're tickling me too," Ivy said. She ran her hands under Emma's armpits and Emma squirmed and giggled.

"Hey, stop tickling me!"

"You tickled first," Ivy said.

"You tickled first!" Emma countered.

"I'm allowed to tickle you; I'm the dominant."

"Yes, Miss Ivy."

"Now turn around."

Emma turned around and Ivy began rubbing her back. She slid her hands around Emma's tummy and Emma gasped. I couldn't see why.

"Careful of my pussy," Emma said.

"I don't want it to burn. How am I going to eat it if it gets overcooked?"

"Ivy."

Ivy sent a slap on my daughter's ass, and Emma giggled and twisted as Ivy's hands ran along her hips and thighs.

"Okay, my turn," Ivy said. Ivy turned toward me, and I immediately looked away. "Aw, you can watch, Master Daddy."

I looked back, seeing my daughter over Ivy's shoulder, rubbing the lotion into her back.

"I don't need your permission to look," I said.

"Of course not," Ivy said, smirking at me. "I'm you're submissive now. So look."

I watched Emma's hands run around Ivy's ribcage from behind, cupping her breasts. Ivy laughed a little.

"My breasts are already lotioned, perv."

"Just being thorough," Emma said.

Then Ivy opened her legs right in front of me, and my eyes were drawn to her pussy.

"My pussy needs lotion." She took the lotion bottle and held it out to me. "Do you want to lotion it, Master Daddy?"

"Have your submissive do it," I said.

"Yes, Master Daddy. You heard him, subbie."

"Yes, Miss Ivy," Emma said. She rubbed the lotion in her hands, and then from behind, slid her hands down Ivy's waist and between her legs. She started rubbing her inner thighs first and moved inward, toward her pussy. I watched as Emma's fingers split apart on either side of Ivy's pussy, massaging the lotion into it. Ivy's held tilted back and she exhaled.

"Mmm, good."

I looked in Ivy's eyes. "You're a real cock tease."

"Who, me?" Ivy said. "You're only a cock tease if you don't put out. I put out. That makes me a cock invite."

I couldn't help but laugh. "It makes you a slut."

"I suppose that fits too. Do you like sluts, Master Daddy?"

"They're my favorite kind of woman."

"Thank you, Master Daddy."

"All done," Emma declared.

Ivy picked up the bottle and shook it. "Your turn, Master Daddy. You don't want to burn." She looked at my waist. "Aren't you going to take off your shorts? You don't want tan lines."

"They don't bother me," I said.

"Daddy, please," Emma spoke up. "I feel embarrassed being naked if you're the only one wearing clothes. We saw your cock last night. It's okay."

"Please," Ivy echoed.

"You know what I think," I said, untying the string around my waist. "I think you two planned this, planned to bring me out here, strip, rub lotion on each other, and then ask me to take off my shorts to see if your little show made my cock hard."

Ivy smirked. "Did it?"

I pushed my shorts down and my half-hard cock flopped out onto my belly.

"Almost," she said. "We can keep trying. May we lotion you, Master Daddy?"

I looked the girls over. Emma was still hiding behind Ivy, and I really wanted to see her naked. "Yes, come here and apply it."

"Good. Emma, you rub his back. I get the front."

"Yes, Miss Ivy," Emma said, crawling in the sand around behind me. I considered telling Emma to come in front, but then thought better of it. My daughter, after all, wanted to be a lesbian. I shouldn't push her, and Ivy was a joy to look at with her sexy breasts, firm ass, and exposed pussy.

I felt Emma's hands on my back, the cool lotions spreading across my shoulder blades. Ivy crawled toward me on her hands and knees, right between my open legs. She sat up and began rubbing my shins and up toward my thighs. Emma's hands ran down my shoulders and upper arms as I leaned back to support myself. Emma leaned around and kissed my cheek.

I smiled. "Thanks, sweetie."

"Of course, Daddy," she said.

She was watching Ivy, same as I was, because Ivy's hands were getting closer to my cock. It was very hard now, pointing upward and lying against my stomach.

"This big cock is going to leave an ugly tan line on your tummy," Ivy said.

I laughed. "Everyone will know the shape."

"More importantly, we don't want it to burn," she said, smiling at me. "May I rub it with lotion?"

I hesitated, but my cock needed the attention. "Yes, rub my cock with lotion."

"Yes, Master Daddy."

Ivy was smiling as she let her hand slide up my cock shaft, her gooey white fingers slipping around it. I held my breath. My daughter was just over my shoulder. I felt her hands running down over my collarbone and caressing my pectorals, massaging the lotion into my skin.

"Squirt some of that down here, Emma," Ivy said.

Emma did as she was told, squeezing the lotion on my tummy and along my chest. Ivy scooped up some in her hand while Emma massaged it into my ribs.

"Such a big cock," Ivy said. "I'm going to need lots of lotion to cover all of it."

My head tilted back as Ivy's hands worked on my shaft, sliding up and down along its length, using the lotion as lubricant. One of her hands slipped further down, cupping my balls and rolling them in her hand, spreading the lotion. Then, while one hand continued to stroke my long shaft, the other ran along my pubic bone.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" Ivy said, but she wasn't looking at me, she was looking at Emma.

"Yeah," Emma whispered.

"Mmm, yes, a very tasty looking cock, even with all this yucky lotion on it."

"Yeah," Emma repeated with her hands under my armpits as she massaged my ribs. Her hands were inching toward my tummy, rubbing in a circle.

Ivy let go of my cock and it fell back to rest on my stomach. Emma's hands were just above it. Ivy was spreading the lotion around along the bottom of the shaft, her little fingers going up and down. I waited, wondering if my daughter would touch it too.

For the briefest of seconds, Emma's fingertips touched the tip of my cock, and then she pulled back, focusing on my stomach again.

Ivy noticed, she was smirking up at me. We were both waiting to see if Emma would do it again. Slowly, Emma worked in a circle and once more her fingertips brushed the head of my cock, longer this time, and then pulled away.

"Emma, if you want to touch it, you have to ask," Ivy said.

Emma pulled her hands back. "I, I'm sorry, it was an accident."

"Uh huh. I'm sure if you ask Master Daddy, he will let you."

"It-it's okay. I prefer pussy."

"Uh huh."

Ivy was stroking my cock again, not bothering to pretend with the lotion, just tugging my shaft up and down.

"All right, enough," I said. "Let go of it."

"Yes, Master Daddy," she said, letting go of my cock.

Emma crawled away, lying on her blanket, and Ivy did the same, lying next to me. I reclined back, sighing as I looked up at the blue sky, feeling the warm sun on me and my hard cock.

"Mm, it's nice," Ivy said.

"Yes, the sun is warm."

"I meant your cock," she said.

I glanced down, seeing my hard cock still pointing up, casting a shadow on my stomach. Ivy and Emma both giggled.

"I think I'll start on my back," I said, rolling over, laying on my cock, grinding into my towel. I felt my cock throb under me. I closed my eyes and rested my mind and body. I wasn't the type to do this, sunbathe, but I had to admit it was very erotic watching the girls grease themselves up, not to mention watching them grease me up.

A little while later, I opened one eye and saw that the girls were both relaxing with their eyes closed. I sat up again, turning over, looking down on both of them. My daughter's legs were closed, her knees up, blocking any view of her pussy, but not Ivy's. She lay with her legs open, inviting the sun to warm her cunt and tan her everywhere. I lay on my back again, my cock softer now. I heard the ping of a phone and glanced out of my eye to see Ivy texting someone. I closed them again to keep from staring at her naked body. I didn't want to get hard again.

I really needed to figure out my next step with these girls. I wanted to fuck one of them, either of them, or both of them. The more this went on, the more I knew it would happen, and the more I had the feeling Emma might be okay with it. She really didn't seemed to bothered seeing me naked, or showing her body to me. Maybe fucking Ivy wouldn't bother her either. But how would she react if I wanted to fuck her too? Fucking my own daughter did bring me a little guilt, but only a little. She was so adorable, and so sweet and innocent, the type of girl that seemed to invite men to defile her.

I felt my cock throb. Fuck, I had to think of something else. Maybe I just needed to cool off. I sat up. "I think I'll go for a swim in the pool."

"Now?" Ivy said. "Don't you want to stay for a little while longer?

"You girls stay and tan. I think I'm better mid-rare."

"But, Daddy, it's better when you're here," Emma said.

"Will you come back after you swim?" Ivy said.

I smiled a little. The girls really did like my company. "I'll be back in a while to check on you."

I climbed up and headed away from the girls, not bothering to wrap myself, just letting my cock bounce around. I did take a glance back at their naked bodies in the sand, but then headed up the steps.

I dove into the pool and swam from one side to the other. I did many laps, burning some energy and cooling my libido. Eventually I wore myself out and I took a break, relaxing in the cool water for a moment, floating on my back.

It wasn't long before I heard the revving of an engine. I couldn't make out where it was coming from, except maybe it was from the direction of the lake, but I was too low to see over the wall of the deck. It sounded like a boat.

I climbed out of the water and then looked down at the beach. My eyes blazed as I saw two jet skis had pulled up on the sand. Two young men were on the shore, both in swimming trunks, looking down on my girls, my very naked girls. I headed down the steps, moving across the sand. I could hear the voices coming to me. They were... laughing?

"...It's a private beach, and that means it's all nude," Ivy was saying. "If you want to stay, you've got to take off your suits."

They laughed and said, "Okay," and "Yeah, sure."

The boys took down their shorts as I was coming closer.

"Mmm, not bad," Ivy said as she looked up at them from on top of her towel. "What do you think, Emma?"

"I've seen better," she said.

"Emma! That's rude. She's teasing. You have very nice cocks, both of you."

"Yeah? You girls want to touch them?" one of them said.

I realized just as I came up, these were the two idiots from the mall, Timmy and Jimmy, or whatever their names were.

"Excuse me," I said. "What the fuck are you two idiots doing here?"

"Oh shit," they both said as they turned around. They scrambled to grab their trunks and pull them up.

"She invited us man," Johnny said.

"Bro, be cool, be cool," Tommy said.

"This is a private beach. Get the fuck out of here."

"But she invited us, man.," Johnny repeated.

"I said get the fuck out of here."

"Come on, man, let's get out of here," Tommy said.

Both boys went back into the water, pushing their jet skis out before revving their engines and zipping away. I looked down at the girls. Emma's knees were pulled up to her chest, blocking my view from anything, but Ivy was the same as she had been, her legs spread open and her arms back to support herself. "Why'd you do that, Master Daddy? You scared them away."

"What the fuck were those two doing here? Did you invite them?"

"Yeah, I texted them."

"Stand up when you're speaking to me!" I snapped at her.

Ivy looked startled. She stood up but kept her head tilted in submission. "I'm sorry, Master Daddy."

"Answer me. Did you invite them?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why?"

"They seemed nice. They said they'd like to see us again. I told them we'd be on the beach, and they said they lived nearby. They texted me half an hour ago, so I said they could come over. Was that wrong?"

"Was it wrong?" I snapped. "You're naked on the fucking beach!"

"I didn't mind if they looked."

"And what if they had raped you?" I said. "What then?"

"They wouldn't, Sir."

"Oh, and you know that after talking to them for five minutes? What if they raped Emma? Did you even think about it?"

Ivy swallowed. "I guess I didn't think about that. I was just trying to make friends. They seemed nice."

"So you were looking for a boyfriend, is that it?"

She looked up. "Maybe, I guess. I don't know. I didn't think about it. Do you not want me to have a boyfriend, Master Daddy? Am I not allowed?"

I hesitated before answering her. I couldn't very well say that to her. "I, I, I just don't want anything to happen to you, Ivy. You scared me half to death."

Ivy smiled at me. "Really? Thank you, Master Daddy. I didn't mean to do something wrong. If you don't want me to have boys over, I won't have boys over. But you have to tell me your rules. I can't obey you if you don't give me rules. Am I allowed to invite boys over or not?"

I stared into her eyes. "Not without my permission."

"Then I won't do it again, Master, ever."

I looked down at Emma. "You didn't know about this?"

"No, Daddy."

"She didn't, Master Daddy," Ivy said. "I just wanted to surprise her, and-and you."

"Surprise me?"

"I thought you'd be on the beach when they came. I wanted to make you jealous."

"You admit that's why you did it?"

Ivy nodded. "Yes, Master Daddy. I like attention, and I want attention from you."

I couldn't help but smile. "No more boys over without my permission. That goes here and at home."

"Yes, Master."

"Turn around."

"Okay?" Ivy turned around.

"Look at Emma."

Ivy looked at Emma. "Yeah?"

"Don't put her in danger again. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir, I--"

My hand flew and I swatted her behind.

"Ow! Ow, ow!"

My hand flew again, and I slapped her ass harder. "Apologize to Emma."

"Ow! I'm sorry, Emma! Ow!" Ivy cried as I slapped her ass again. Ten times I swatted her ass, but Ivy was an obedient girl. She took each one without moving.

"Now apologize to me," I said.

Ivy turned around, looking up at me. "I'm so sorry, Master Daddy. It won't happen again."

"It had better not," I said. "Ten spankings is warning. Next time it's the belt."

"Understood, Master."

I left them on the beach and headed back inside, all the way into the house. I showered and washed the lotion from my skin.

I wasn't sure if spanking her like that on the beach was too far, but she had really pissed me off. But she was also right. I hadn't set any rules for her. In a way, it wasn't right for me to punish her, but she knew what she had done would upset me. She admitted she wanted to make me jealous, and it had worked. I was jealous.

Once I was out of the shower, I threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn't long before Ivy and Emma came in, both wrapped in their towels.

"Master Daddy," Ivy said, "may we shower?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you, Sir," Ivy said.

"Thanks, Daddy," Emma put in.

The girls headed for the bathroom. Ivy glanced at me before she went in and closed the door. While they were cleaning up, I went outside. The sun was setting. I cleaned up around the pool, and by the time I came back in, the girls had wet hair, matching white tank tops, and pink and red panties.

Emma headed for the kitchen. "Do you guys want something cold to drink? I was thinking of making daiquiris."

"I'd love one," Ivy said.

"Me too. There's rum in the cupboard."

"Rum?" Emma said. "I can add rum?"

"Why not?" I said.

"Yay," Emma said, getting to work.

I sat on the sofa, and Ivy came over and sat beside me.

"I hope you're not still angry with me, Master Daddy."

I shook my head. "No. You took your punishment. It's over. You were right. I haven't given you any rules to abide by, but I think you know that one was wrong."

She nodded guiltily. "I did make you jealous though, didn't I?"

I smirked. "Maybe."

"Maybe a little?"

"Maybe a lot," I said.

She grinned. "Good. Because anything you tell me to do, I'll do it. "

"I beginning to believe that, Ivy."

We both glanced at Emma. She was blending ice and looking happy.

"Are you still worried about her?" Ivy asked softly. "If she'll be upset with you if we do anything?"

"Of course," I said.

"She's kinkier than you think. Shy but very kinky. She'll be okay with anything you tell her to do."

"Maybe," I said.

"You're a good daddy."

I chuckled and said again, "Maybe."

"I'll go help her."

Ivy headed into the kitchen, and together the girls made frozen daiquiris. Soon after, we sat around drinking and laughing and talking. Ivy proposed we play strip poker, but I argued since we'd all seen each other naked, the currency value wasn't there, and instead we settled on Gin Rummy. We ordered a pizza and when it arrived, Ivy answered the door in her panties and tank top, teasing and flirting with the delivery boy. That girl really did love having eyes on her body. Nevertheless she closed the door in the poor boy's face and brought the pizza to Emma and me.

As the night got on, I eventually said goodnight to the girls, though they begged me to stay up with them. I was used to sleeping a little earlier than they were. But in my bed, I could hardly fall asleep. I was still buzzing from the daiquiris, and I wanted sex. I wanted it so badly. I needed to cum. These girls had my head spinning. I'd been hard on and off all day today and yesterday, and all I wanted was pussy.