TITLE: Artist 3 - The Arrangement
Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng.  ALL Rights Reserved

STORY CODES: Mf, cheat, blackmail

SUMMARY: The first Artist introduced us to Danny, his wife Amanda
and his three stepdaughters. Danny found his life more complex
now that he was not only fucking his wife but her two oldest
daughters.

ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction. It is intended for ADULTS
ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving
minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view
such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not
read further, and do not save this story. Any resemblance to
actual persons or activities depicted is purely coincidental. I
neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in
sexual oriented acts with adults.


I now found myself in a peculiar predicament. Here I was, married
to a wonderful woman who I thought I loved dearly. Yet I had
violated not only our marriage vows but also two of her three
daughters, Natalie age 15 and Donna age 13. Natalie had seduced
me into sex. Donna blackmailed me for it. How did I reconcile
that and still say I was in love with my wife Amanda? I had
always seen myself with Amanda the rest of my life. With the
girls, it was all animal lust, taking pleasure in the here and
now. But Donna threatened me about the future. She told me that I
was to always find a way to be with her or else. The "or else"
part was simply she would tell her mother about us. So I found a
way to be with her.

I had left the situation with Natalie as if I never intended on
having sex with her again, that our one time was an accident, a
mistake. I now came to her with a proposal.

On Tuesday morning, after my wife had left for work and the two
youngest girls off to summer school, I approached Natalie. "The
picture is ready for you to look at if you like."

"If I like? Are you crazy? Of course I want to see it," she said.
"Let's go." I did love that smile of hers. She ran down the
stairs to my studio and was waiting by the drying rack when I got
there. I pulled out the painting, uncovered it, and held it so
that Natalie could see it. She put her hands to her mouth, her
eyes wide open. "It's beautiful."

I set it on a display rack and stood back to admire it myself.
The nude painting of Natalie was one of my best. I had taken my
time and did some of my best work. As I stared at the nude form
of Natalie I was suddenly wrapped in her arms. She kissed me on
the mouth and I let her, not pushing her away.

She broke the kiss. "I love you so much. It's wonderful." Then
she kissed me again. This time she opened her mouth to me and I
responded in kind. I put one hand behind her back and the other
behind her head, holding her to me, though it wasn't necessary.
Breaking the kiss once again she said, "I don't care what you
say, you are going to make love to me, right now." She took my
hand and walked me to the small bedroom off of my studio. I
didn't resist. I couldn't. I would reconcile my love for Amanda
later. Right now my body was in control and it wanted Natalie.

Once in the room she pulled her blouse over her head and removed
her pants as I did the same. I watched as she removed her bra and
panties and stood in awe of her magnificent body. She was not
fully developed yet, her breasts would grow some more, her hair
around her pussy more full, her hips expand a bit. But she was
beautiful nonetheless. And quite frankly her youthful look was a
tremendous turn on for me right then. I removed my underpants to
expose my already erect shaft. I was ready for her.

She climbed up on the twin-sized bed, onto her back. Natalie knew
what to do. Reaching her right hand out to me she beckoned me to
come to her. "It's no time to be shy, Danny."

I took her hand and got up on the bed, still amazed at how
beautiful she looked. Lying next to her we kissed like two
lovers, like her mother and I would kiss when we made love. But
it wasn't her mother I was with now. It was my wife's daughter.
As we kissed my right hand found a breast and massaged it. Her
skin was soft to the touch and slightly warm, or maybe that was
the heat of passion between us.

Natalie moaned to my touch. But she wasn't satisfied with that
for very long. She took my hand and pulled it down to her pussy.
She wanted me massaging her there instead. She was a bit dry so I
pulled my hand up and broke our kiss long enough to cover my
middle finger with saliva, returning it to her slit. Slowly I
stroked my finger across her pussy lips, every once in a while
letting it slip in between her folds. Her own lubrication
eventually made it easier and I found myself sliding my finger
deep into her opening. To get better leverage I got up on my
knees and with my left hand massaging one breast, my right hand
rapidly drove in and out of her pussy. I finger fucked her to her
first orgasm that day. When she climaxed she instinctively pulled
her legs up and squeezed them tightly around my hand.

"Oh Danny, that was so good," she exclaimed as I slowed my hand
motions down to a crawl inside of her.

"That's just your appetizer baby," I told her as she smiled at
me.

I moved farther down the bed so that I could get my mouth between
her thighs. She was wet from her orgasm and she still had an
intoxicating scent that made me lick and suck as much of her
fluids as I could. This drove her wild but not near as much as
when my tongue slid across her clitoris. She squirmed below me
and I had to hold her thighs tight with my hands. Amidst moans of
pleasure she thrust her hips upwards in yet another climax. But I
didn't let up.

"Oh please stop," she begged. "It's so sensitive." Still I kept
on her. She continued to beg me to stop until she screamed, "Oh
God," as she climaxed a third time.

Instead of persisting my tongue assault on her I moved my body up
between her legs and guided my erection to her slit. Then with
one push I buried myself deep inside of her before her orgasm
ended. Without any sort of slow build-up I pulled back and rammed
my shaft as deep as I could go, over and over. I pounded Natalie
relentlessly. I wasn't making love anymore. I was fucking this
little bitch of a girl as hard as I could. She didn't talk
anymore. She just grunted with each thrust. Her tits bounced up
and down each time I rammed my cock into her tight cunt.

She took her legs and wrapped them around mine and curled up as I
drove her to yet another climax. Her vaginal walls spasmed around
my cock and before I realized it I was shooting my load deep
inside of her. It was too late then. I couldn't pull out. I had
to finish it, no matter what the consequences, pregnancy or not.
We held each other tight for another minute before we began to
relax. I slipped out and fell to the bed beside her.

"That was fantastic Danny," Natalie praised me.

"No honey, you were fantastic," I corrected her. "You were
fucking awesome. I've never fucked anyone like that before,
ever."

We were quiet for a couple of minutes as I thought about the
threat hanging over my head from Donna. I had a solution but it
meant that I would have to tell Natalie what was going on. I
decided there was no other way so I just jumped into it. This was
the proposal I had come up with.

"After you and I had sex the other day," I began, "and Patty saw
us."

"Yes, I remember," she interrupted. "But Patty believed our story
about the play."

"Right, but she shared with Donna and Donna didn't believe it. In
fact she guessed that you and I had fucked," I told Natalie. "She
even threatened me that she would tell your mother all about it."

"Did she tell? That little bitch. Wait, you said would tell? What
does that mean? She would tell...unless what?" Natalie asked,
getting right to the point. "Did you fuck Donna?"

"Yes," I admitted. "She didn't leave me any choice. And she said
that unless I continued fucking her whenever she wanted she would
tell on us."

"That little shit." Natalie was mad.

"I have a solution that will allow us to continue this, to
continue to be together like this. I was wondering if you
wouldn't mind, could you watch Patty when the girls get home from
school, long enough for me to satisfy Donna?" I asked her.
"Listen, I don't like this any more than you do. Donna is way too
young. She just turned 13. She is not as pretty as you, not as
developed as you, not as good a lover as you. So I'll just do the
minimum to satisfy her so she doesn't tell on us. We can continue
to be together in the mornings, that is if you still want me
after hearing about Donna."

"Of course I want you. But I want you to myself, not sharing you
with Donna. OK. Fine, I'll watch Patty while you fuck Donna," she
promised. "Just make it quick. And you better not enjoy it
either." We kissed then. The more I was with Natalie the more I
wondered how I could be happy with anyone else. We spent the rest
of the morning together in bed.

That afternoon, after the girls got home, Natalie took Patty out
back to play. "If this is your doing, it's a good plan," Donna
said.

"We need to go downstairs now and take care business." My voice
was cold, hard, as I locked the basement door behind us.

"The bed is sort of a mess isn't it?" Donna asked as she began
removing her clothes. "Anything I should know?"

"Natalie isn't watching Patty out of the goodness of her heart,"
I told her. "I had to pay for it."

"Oh, I get it. Nice. It doesn't bother me at all," Donna said.
"You can fuck her all you want, if it means you fuck me too on a
regular basis."

"Can we just do this?" I asked.

"Hey, you're going to like this or the deal is off," she warned.

"I'm sorry. You're right," I conceded. "I'm just frustrated at
having to fuck Natalie all the time just so I can be with you."
By now we were both naked and climbing up on the bed. "She won't
watch Patty for us unless I fuck her too."

"Get on your back," Donna directed me. I was hardly settled down
before she had my semi-hard shaft in her mouth. She worked it
with her hand while she sucked on the end, every once in a while
pushing it deep into her mouth. This fucking girl knew how to
give head. She kept working on me until I finally had to warn her
that I couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm going to cum. I can't hold it," I said. But instead of
pulling off of me, she worked me that much harder. Soon I was
shooting my load into little Donna's mouth and she was swallowing
it as fast as I gave it to her. After she milked me dry she moved
up by my head. Straddling me with her legs she dropped her
slightly wet pussy down onto my mouth. I licked and sucked for 5
minutes before I brought her to her first climax. This little
girl with her tiny tits was so hot, cumming on my face, that I
was hard again.

I sat up and literally lifted her backwards towards the end of
the bed. Kicking my legs back towards the head of the bed, I was
able to position myself on top of her in a missionary style. Her
pussy was sopping wet now and I easily slid in. But as I began to
fuck her I felt her vaginal walls clamp down on me, trying to
keep me inside of her. This additional friction was incredible
and I had to give extra effort to keep my thrusts deep and long.
I sucked on her small breasts and felt her little nipples harden
under my tongue. As I approached my own climax I claimed her
mouth with mine. She moaned as I climaxed. Not caring anymore
about the risks, my cum shot repeatedly inside of her. She felt
it and it set off her own orgasm. Our mouths still locked
together we came as one. I was sure, at that very moment, that I
loved this little witch of a girl Donna, more than Natalie or
even her mother Amanda. The way I felt as I climaxed inside of
her was that I wanted to run away with her, to be with her
forever.

As we both came down from our separate mountain peaks, I realized
it was simply the climax of the moment talking. As much as I
cared for Donna, she was only 13 for god's sake. 13. Shit. I had
violated her again, and I knew it wouldn't be the last time. I
didn't want it to be the last time. In fact, the more I thought
about it the more I realized how sweet a deal I had.

Donna smiled at me as we finished dressing and started up the
stairs. "You keep doing that well and I'll let you fuck me the
rest of my life, even after I'm married."

"That's one promise I intend for you to keep," I told her.

When we got upstairs and Donna was out of earshot, Natalie pulled
me aside. "You sure took long enough."

"I forced myself to get through it by pretending it was you I was
with," I told her. Natalie smiled at me and whispered that she
loved me.

That evening I fucked the girls' mom, Amanda, my wife. I was
gentle not because of some desire to be, but because I was worn
out by her two oldest daughters.

This arrangement continued for the rest of the week, Natalie in
the morning, Donna in the afternoon, and Amanda at night. Finally
on Friday I told both girls that I had to have the weekends off
or I wouldn't survive. They reluctantly said OK. Knowing that I
could relax all weekend I just slouched around and thought about
both girls, comparing them both in looks and in bed.

Natalie tended to be more romantic, our lovemaking became more
gentle, not always but in general. She let me control when we did
it, where we did it, how we did it.

Sex with Donna on the other hand was rougher, more physical, our
climaxes more dramatic. I enjoyed both, needed both. Too much of
one style would get old. Donna was the alpha, controlling things
from the moment we were together to the moment we separated. She
decided the positions we would be in, how rough or gentle we
would be, even the conversation we would have. She was constantly
reminding me that I was fucking my own 13-year-old step daughter
and what a perverted pedophile I was. But then she would tell me
that I was the best fuck she had ever had. When I asked her who
else she fucked she just smiled.

This arrangement, juggling sex with my wife and two
stepdaughters, was the craziest thing I could have ever
imagined. It was clearly the worst betrayal I could ever do to my
wife Amanda. I say I love her but cheat on her, with her own
daughters. How cruel, how sick I must be. Yet when I am with each
partner, in that moment something comes over me and I love them
more than life itself. I can't imagine living another second
without them. I want to be wrapped in their arms forever. That
feeling used to be reserved for just my wife. Now I feel it when
I am with her daughters, at least while we are making love. Then
I come to my senses and realize it is just the lust taking over.

I don't know why but that weekend I started watching Patty
closer. She was still 10, though nearing 11, and barely into her
puberty. I found myself beginning to lust after Patty, wondering
what sex with her would be like. She would have to be tighter
than anything I had ever experienced. By the time Sunday rolled
around I found myself thinking of ways to make it happen, to have
sex with Patty.

I was out of my mind. OK, so I was seduced by Natalie, and
blackmailed by Donna. With Patty I was thinking about being the
aggressor. I was about to go down a path that I could never
rationalize away. I was fantasizing about seducing little Patty.
Then I got control of my mind. No, I couldn't do that. It was
horrible to even think it. She was way too young. I should burn
in hell forever if I did that, for just thinking of doing that.
But maybe she would want it, like Donna said she did when she was
Patty's age. Who was I to decide that she couldn't have it,
couldn't have sex at such a young age? I didn't know what to do,
what to think. Just one more night's sleep and Monday would be
here. I would be back to fucking my two girls Natalie and Donna.
Patty would be just a memory. But I did have all Sunday night to
think about Patty and that's what I did.

The end (until Monday)