The Maestro

by Leo Barton

  'Yes, I think so.'

  'When I was eighteen I went to study with a private tutor, Hugo Fernandez and his wife, Laura. My parents were disappointed with my results from school. I was not so stupid, but the things that they made me study were boring to me. I also liked the idea of going to Hugo's. He was a special friend of my parents and it was known that sometimes when he wasn't buying or selling paintings he would take a young person, how do you say, under his wing?'

  Linda nodded.

  'It was like an experiment with him. He had met me before and he thought that I was interesting enough for him to undertake to teach me for a summer.

  'He was forty years or so, but a very virile looking man, tall and slim with short, thick hair and these incredible eyes, so powerful, so magnetic. Of course I fell in love with him. And after I arrived there I became jealous of his wife, Laura. She was Austrian, at least ten years younger than him. A strong looking woman, blond with cold blue eyes, and she had these long, long legs. I mean they were amazing.'

  Linda was thinking how wrong she had been about the girl's English. She spoke quite concisely and fluently. She also could not help casting occasional glances at her divine body as she lay prone beside her. Maria's head was slightly raised, supported by her hand as her elbow rested on the lounger; Linda saw the wonderful sumptuous curves of her buttocks, and the way her hair fell loosely down her slender back.

  'Hugo was a fantastic teacher. I mean fantastic. All those things that bored me in the classroom became alive when he spoke about them. I could see clearly the great scenes from literature when he described them, or imagine being in a picture, say on a canal barge in a Canaletto painting. And science, neutrons, protons, the process of osmosis, photosynthesis, he could describe anything, using these clear analogies. He was a genius as a teacher.

  'I would sit in his study, the sun shining through the big open windows - Hugo lived in the Pyrenees in a beautiful stone house on the side of a mountain - and try to concentrate as hard as I could on what he taught me. I was only distracted by my passion for him. Sometimes his wife would sit in the corner of the room. She worked as Hugo's secretary.'

  Maria's eyes seemed to come alive as she recollected the time she had spent with her tutor and his wife.

  'It was about six weeks after I had been there when it happened. His brother, Bernardo, was staying at the house at the time. Bernardo was two or three years older than Hugo and looked quite different. He was a fat, bald man, an accountant who lived in Gerona. He was quite repulsive. I always felt that he was staring at me in a sexual way. He always looked dirty, greasy to me. That particular morning he had come out of his bedroom at the same time I came out the shower. I was covered with a towel but he was quite naked. I could see his cock. It was limp but even limp it was enormous. He smiled at me in a disgusting way, staring at my breasts as he passed me. I am sure that he used to watch me through the keyhole when I was dressing and undressing. When I used to go to open the door to try to catch him I would hear his footsteps as he ran away back to his room.

  'Anyway, that day I was studying with Hugo as normal. It was a beautiful spring morning. Hugo sat at the end of a long pine table and I sat beside him. Hugo for some reason always dressed in white, a big white shirt and white linen trousers. His wife was sitting there too, at a desk in the corner, answering correspondence, but I noticed that that day in particular she watched me very closely, sometimes leaving her desk to walk around and then stand behind me, making me very nervous. I was dressed in a white dress with a motif of pretty red flowers.'

  'You must have looked very beautiful,' Linda said, trying to imagine the scene. Maria smiled at the compliment before continuing her story.

  'I think Hugo thought so. His leg seemed to brush against mine a lot that morning. We were studying algebra at that time. Even Hugo, though he tried, could not make that interesting. It must have been nearly lunchtime when his brother came in and sat at the other side of the table. He seemed very agitated. He kept on looking over at me, his shifty eyes staring at my body.

  'Hugo turned to me when the lesson was over and took my hand. His eyes burning into mine, he said softly, "We want to teach you something different now, Maria, something a little more interesting." I smiled at him thinking that maybe he was going to take me out on a nature walk like we had done the day before. "But there is one thing, my darling," he continued. "What Hugo?" I asked. I was aware that both Laura and Bernardo had stood up and come to stand over me. "You must trust us and do everything we say. Will you do that, Maria?" "Of course, Hugo." "We are going to teach you about the pleasures of the body."'

  Maria looked over to Linda and smiled demurely, the sun having moved its position, catching her face, her jutting lips glistening under the rays. Linda was engrossed in the story, and in the way that Maria told her tale.

  'There is something else that I haven't told you. During the night sometimes I couldn't sleep, thinking, as I was, of Hugo. I would get up and go downstairs into the cool of the garden. One night I had heard sounds coming from Hugo's room, screams from Laura. I knew I shouldn't have gone to investigate. I also knew that it must be something sexual. I wasn't so naive. But I couldn't resist going. I climbed the stairs slowly, but even before I reached the top I could see their door was open. I could see Hugo riding his wife. Laura had two huge clamps attached to her nipples. I could also see in the moonlight red marks across her bottom and the lower part of her back. There was a huge riding crop on the bed beside them. Hugo was fucking her so furiously, so hard, clutching her burning skin while Laura screamed like a wild animal. I was so jealous of her. I wanted Hugo to whip me like he had whipped his wife. I wanted to give myself totally to him. Watching him fuck his wife like that, seeing that her pained screams showed her pleasure, and that what Hugo was doing to her was an intimate act of love, made me want him even more.

  'So, I suspected as Hugo talked of the pleasures of the body that something of what I had witnessed that night was going to happen to me. I wasn't frightened. I began to feel wet as I stared into Hugo's eyes. Hugo still holding my hand said to me, "Some people would think that we were going to hurt you, cause you pain, but those people would be like Verlaine's critics who only saw obscenity in his work, instead of beauty. We are going to show you how pain can be used to bring pleasure. How you can explore your own bodily desires through it. If you do not want this then you have to say now, otherwise you must do exactly what we say. Do you understand?" I nodded. "Laura is going to touch you in a way that you have never been touched before." I nodded again.

  'Laura slowly reached over and grabbed the front of my pretty floral dress and pulled at it until it ripped. I was too stunned by her actions to feel anything, even to be angry that my favourite dress was ruined. "You see, it's exciting to have your clothes ripped like that," Hugo said. Yes, it was very exciting to have my little cotton bra exposed through my torn dress. "Now Bernardo, it's your turn," he added. Bernardo's greedy eyes drank in my milky white breasts scrunched in the little white bra. His sweaty hands reached over to take their prize, roughly tugging down each cup in one swift movement of his hand, then squeezing both breasts, his eyes staring avariciously into mine. Painfully, he pinched both my nipples. "It hurts, my dear," Hugo whispered to me, "but I can see that you like it. I can see how excited it makes you feel." I nodded again as Bernardo tweaked my nipples again, but this time much harder and pressing them for much longer. It felt like an electric charge passed across my chest. When he eventually let go I could see how he made my pink nipples swell so that they were much bigger than usual.'

  Linda herself was beginning to feel excited by the story, imagining how delightful it would be to pinch the girl's nipples like Bernardo had done.

  'Laura pulled back the wooden chair I was sitting on away from the table. At the same time Hugo moved his chair so that he was sitting facing me. He gently removed my tennis shoes and my white ankle socks from my feet, his gentleness contrasting with the violence with which hi
s wife had ripped my clothes. As Bernardo tweaked my nipples again Laura pulled back my head, stretching my neck, kissing me passionately on the mouth, her tongue reaching down pushing open my lips, the sweetness of her breath intoxicating me.'

  'I could not see what was happening below me, whether it was Hugo or Bernardo who had pushed up my dress and pulled the gusset of my cotton panties aside and started to gently stroke me here.'

  As Maria continued speaking, she placed her hand between her legs and slowly glided her finger along the soft creases of her labia.

  'But their hands were everywhere. My panties were roughly pulled down, the rest of my dress ripped from my body. A finger snaked between the cheeks of my bottom, pressing against the tight opening; another grasped the inner flesh of my thigh squeezing hard, the nails burning my flesh. It must have been Bernardo's mouth pressing against my already swollen nipple, then taking it between his teeth and nibbling it, chewing on me as if I was a sweet, while Laura still probed my mouth with her tongue, her cold eyes now staring intensely into my own.

  'Suddenly I was lifted out of the chair and onto the table then placed face down, Laura holding my head in a grip so that I could not move. "Now Bernardo is going to play with your beautiful body, and I am going to make sure you do not move. You are trapped now, Maria. We want to show you how exciting constriction can be," Hugo said in an almost soporific voice, as he grabbed both my legs and held me by my ankles so that I could not move. I felt the heat of Bernardo's hand on my bottom, kneading my buttocks with his hard, callused palms, and then pulling the cheeks apart, exposing the little hole of my bottom.'

  As she had done before when she was telling her story, Maria's hand moved behind her back and Linda got the delicious sight of watching Maria's index finger lightly stroking her anus.

  'My hand automatically moved up to stop him. There was such a mingling of anticipation and fear, being so exposed in front of three adults like that, but it was so exciting knowing that they were taking such pleasure from my young body. As my hand reached behind, Bernardo grabbed it and threw it aside. I knew that there was no way I could protest; that they were going to take their pleasure with me and that there was nothing I could do about it. That made it even more exciting, knowing how powerless I was under their attention.

  'Bernardo reached down and spat onto my bottom. I could feel his saliva sliding down the cheeks, coming to rest on my little hole. I felt the pressure of his finger pushing against the flesh until it slid in and then with a rough thrust he jerked his finger right up me.

  'Laura was reaching for something in her pocket. I knew this because only one hand was holding down my head. I could have probably struggled then to free myself from her grip but I knew deep inside me that this was exactly what I wanted, to be under their power, to submit to their will.

  'Suddenly I lost whatever sight I had as Laura placed a scarf around my head and tied it very tightly. I could smell the scent of fresh violets on the silk but I could no longer see anything. I felt Laura moving away from me to bind my hands with a leather belt. She was merciless, pushing my hands roughly behind my back, at the same time as Bernardo jabbed my bottom with his finger.

  'When he stopped, I was lifted from the table and put in a standing position. I think it was Laura now who knelt in front of me and separated my bum cheeks until I could feel the cold air on my tiny opening. There was a tongue lapping at me between my legs in a slow, beautiful rhythm, but at the same time I felt my nipples being tweaked painfully, much more painfully than before.

  'I tried to concentrate on each sensation, on the finger delightfully sliding in and out of me, of the tongue licking me, and the hot burning sensation in my breasts, but each sensation delightfully mingled until they became one powerful, overwhelming force.

  'I don't know how long all this lasted, and I must have been very close to coming. It is so difficult to explain, but all the actions seemed to be synchronised: as the finger thrust up me, a tongue sucked on my clitoris, at the same time as my nipples were pinched. Each sensation in rhythm sent a pulse through my body.

  'When I was on the verge of my orgasm everything teasingly stopped. My hands were untethered, but the blindfold remained on. I felt something being wheeled into the room. I had no idea what it was. I was roughly pulled up and my fingers felt cold metal as my hands were tied to a horizontal rod with the leather belt and left to dangle, my body suspended by my wrists.

  'It was such a strange experience to be left suspended like that in total silence. I felt completely disoriented. They just left me there in silence. I did not know how long I was going to be left there. I heard the creak of a chair. They had sat down. Nobody spoke. No sound came from outside or inside the room.

  'As they had been exploring my body nobody had spoken, but I could hear Bernardo's heavy breathing and an occasional sigh from Hugo, but now there was nothing. I wanted to speak. I was breathing very heavily, but I somehow instinctively knew this was not permitted. It was as if my thoughts were being read. Suddenly I heard a movement in the room, the presence of a bodily heat before the touch of cloth on my skin, two hands reaching up and placing a gag over my mouth, before whoever it was returned to their chair.

  'I don't know how long I must have hung there, long enough for my arms to ache, for the gag to discomfort me and for the leather around me to cause my wrists to burn. As I dangled there I felt such an erotic tension in my body. Through my pain, perhaps because of it, I felt so excited to have this silence to relish what they might do to me. I had never experienced anything so delicious in my life before, not knowing what they were going to make me endure, knowing only because I trusted Hugo, that whatever occurred, I was in no real danger.

  'Eventually I heard chairs scraping against the floor, and then Hugo's gentle voice whispering softly to me. "We are going to whip you my dear. To whip you very hard. Do you want to be whipped? Do you want us to whip your pretty little bottom?" "Yes," I mumbled, but I am not sure whether they could have known if I had answered them affirmatively through the gag. The pain in my arms was growing from a dull ache to something hotter, something more urgent.

  '"Laura, you start," Hugo said. I imagined because of the way she had so roughly treated me that she was going to be ruthless.

  'The first lash cut through the air, the hard crisp sound of the leather against my bare bottom seemed to reverberate in the spring air. The lash was so ferocious that it made my body sway. The second lash was harder than the first, much harder. It made me want to cry, but cry in elation, to feel the stinging pain pulse through my body, to know that my pain was making my juices flow. Each lash seemed harder than the last, Laura expertly targeting the whip on a different place on my bottom, going from the top down to the top of my thighs, creating an overall warmth on my reddened cheeks.

  'But the whip must have been given to Bernardo, who was not such an expert aim, the whip fell over the marks that Laura had already made on me, causing an excruciating pain. My bottom was burning with the pain. I felt my legs being splayed and the lash applied from another angle so that it came in an upward thrust hitting my flesh over my tiny little bumhole, the pain so intense that it sent my mind spinning. Another lash and then another over the same spot. I knew this was my real education. This is what I had really come to Hugo to learn.

  'I was eventually untied from the metal rod and carried upstairs by the two men. We entered a room. I think it must have been Bernardo's room. The room reeked of some heavy, bitter smell, something vaguely antiseptic. They threw me onto the bed. They had left the blindfold on so I panicked a little as they hurled me through the air.

  'As soon as I had landed on the bed I felt Laura's strong hands on me. I had curled into a foetal position and she straightened out my elbows, and one of the men pulled my legs apart. I felt their hot tongue probing my sex, expertly licking me, while another, Bernardo judging by the fat, slimy hands massaging my breasts.

  'The tongue seemed to be everywhere, licking my lips, furling arou
nd the hard nub of my clitoris, then flicking in and out of me. At the same time Hugo's hands kneaded my buttocks hard, my burning buttocks that still tingled after my delicious lashing.

  'Then I was put into a prone position. I cannot explain to you how all this felt. Being deprived of my sight heightened my sensuality. It was fantastic not being able to see, but only to feel. One man placing his penis in my mouth and jerking my head onto the thick crown of his cock. The other entered inside my quim, as Laura's slender fingers slid into my anus. All my orifices were being used like this at the same time, one cock throbbing inside my mouth, another thrusting in my quim, and a woman's index finger pushing hard inside my bottom.

  'You see, Linda, I had never experienced anything like it before with those innocent boys who had made love to me. I knew that there was much more pleasure to be had from the body than what they could offer me. My head was jerked furiously onto the thick meaty pole, while I could feel the muscles of the dividing membrane between my bottom and my quim being stretched, the pressure causing an intense excitement that I had never experienced before.

  'I knew it would not be long before I came. I had only ever reached an orgasm by masturbating myself, never had another man given me the pleasure, the pure joy of climax before. Then, what was for me the piece de resistance of the whole experience: Bernardo's thick cock was withdrawn from my mouth and replaced by the soft, moist folds of Laura's intimate flesh. I had, needless to say, never tasted a woman before, a taste so different from a man.

  'I seemed to know what to do automatically. I found her clitoris and licked it as fast and as hard as I could with my tongue. Laura untethered me so that I could place my hands on her breasts and tweak on the hard tips, as hard as Bernardo had on mine. As I did so Hugo momentarily stopped thrusting inside me, much to my annoyance as I was so enjoying being fucked by him. But I soon realised why. In my innocence I did not know that it was possible to be entered in both places at the same time. Hugo repositioned himself so that he lay in the opposite direction to me, swivelling around while staying in me, so that my hips rested on his muscular legs, then I felt Bernardo's hot, slimy meat pushing against my little bumhole.