The Maestro

by Leo Barton

  'Isabella said thank you to me, but Laura still wasn't happy. There are ways of showing your appreciation. Isabella looked nonplussed. I was getting the idea though. I lifted up my dress.'

  'I think that purple is perfect for you, so is taffeta,' Linda said, remembering how gorgeous Maria had looked the previous night.

  'I pulled down my panties and spread my legs,' Maria said, continuing the story. '"You see what a beautiful pussy she has, Isabella. Look at the pink flesh and then the deeper wet red inside. I'm sure you would like to kiss it anyway. It is one way that you could show your appreciation. I was not so sure that Isabella liked the idea of kissing me. She seemed to prefer being punished to kissing another woman. Whether she liked it or not she was left without any choice as Laura shouted at her to kneel on the floor before me, and then pressed her head between my waiting thighs.

  'Whether the girl liked it or not she was very good at it, finding all the right places. She knew how to drag her lips up my labia, and then to explore my quim, finding that wonderful part just inside. Stiffening her tongue against me, and using her fingers, she stretched me a little wider so that I could feel the pressure of her tongue that much more forcefully. It did help, however, that Laura stood behind her, the cane replaced by the belt of her dress and lashed the girl with it, buckle end, and much harder than I had done. Every lash would jolt the girl and force her tongue to go that much harder on me.

  'She wasn't expert enough to give me an orgasm - you know I never come easily - and since Laura had tanned her backside very well we decided on a different game. Laura produced from her leather handbag a wonderful set of love beads. They were black and quite heavy and must have been at least an inch in diameter.

  'Again Isabella looked mystified, not knowing what on earth they could be used for. Laura sat behind her on the sofa, reached her hand down and made sure her legs were parted. Have you never used these things before?'

  'No, I don't think so,' Linda answered, not liking to show her sexual ignorance.

  'You would know if you had. There are different sorts of course and some are used for different purposes. These were on string, five in all, plastic balls. You really must use them some day.'

  'I think I am just about willing to try anything.'

  'At least once as the saying goes.'

  'More times than that if I enjoy it.' They shared a laugh as Maria continued with her story.

  'I was the one who had the pleasure of inserting them. She had a very tight quim. I slid a finger inside her. She was certainly wet enough. The first one going in and the last one coming out are usually the most exhilarating. I could see how the first ball stretched her vulva, how Isabella's eyes went from dismayed disbelief to wide pleasure as the ball slid inside her, and I suppose as she realised that the other four balls were going in exactly the same place. Each ball that went inside her made her shudder with pleasure. I could tell, her being so inexperienced, that she was already on the brink of her climax. I knew that as soon as I began to pull on the string she would come. Her whole body first arched and then writhed as the first ball struggled to come out. By the time it was clearly out of her she had come. I waited for a couple of seconds while her quick orgasm receded slightly and then I pulled the other out. She orgasmed again, and again as the third one came out. By this time so much pleasure must have actually caused her pain, her mind screaming enough, her body sensitive with pleasure. Laura had to hold her down for the fourth ball, but she came again, each orgasm receding only long enough for her to catch her breath before another ball sent her into delirium. By the time that the fifth was out she was screaming in pleasure.

  'But Laura refused to stop. From her handbag she produced two enormous ribbed dildoes that she knew the girl would not be able to resist no matter how sated she thought she was. With one hand she pulled Isabella up by her legs and with the other found the sensitive entrance of her quim. I lubricated the other, spreading my saliva all down the shaft and began to press it against her other entrance.

  'Isabella looked as if she was in a state of shock, not knowing how to express the multifarious emotions that must have been going on in her head. Never in the games she had played with Hugo had he visited where my dildo was visiting. I squeezed it in. The human body is a fabulous thing, and looking at Isabella's slender frame and the size of the dildo you wouldn't have thought you could have got one of them up her, let alone two. But both were now inside her, touching parts of her that had probably never been reached before. She squirmed in delight, and although I think her mind would have liked to have fought against such a surfeit of pleasure, her body could not refuse.'

  'Well, that does sound like quite a night.'

  'Oh, I haven't quite finished yet.'

  'You mean there's more?'

  'As Isabella writhed on our rubber penises, Hugo made an entrance.'

  Linda looked amazed. How was it possible that everything that had happened with her and Matteo could have been over so quickly? 'Hugo?'

  'Yes, you had been put to bed by that stage and Hugo was keen to have some more fun.'

  'Really?'

  'You don't know the man's stamina.'

  'It is impressive.'

  'Well, both myself and Laura were very excited now, watching Isabella. He came down and kissed each one of us. He was completely naked with an enormous erection. We began licking him, Laura concentrating on the oily head, me spreading my tongue all down his long shaft. But he did not want to forget little Isabella. He pushed up her chin forcing her to take great mouthfuls of his balls inside her.

  'It was wonderful, Linda. After arousing Isabella like that, and being so aroused myself, I wanted a man inside me. As we sucked and licked and slurped on him, Hugo held us both firmly by the neck, pressing my mouth against his huge prick. Laura held him and invited me to taste. I pumped my mouth down on him hard, cramming as much of him as I could into my mouth, feeling his oiled shaft slide down me, my face only inches away from Isabella as she rolled her tongue all over his heavy sack.

  'Hugo had another game in mind. He positioned us all so we were kneeling on the sofa, Isabella in the middle, me on the left, Laura on the right. The anticipation was killing me. I cocked my head, as Isabella had done, and watched Hugo riding his wife, clasping her heavy breasts in his hands, kneading them, pinching the rosy thick tips between his fingers, the top of his thighs slapping off her firm buttocks. I could see Laura's face clench in her rapture as he brought her to the point of climax, her bottom clutching his tool, to feel every inch of him, her eyes dilating in a paroxysm of pure joy, her hand reaching behind, gripping hold of Hugo's balls.

  'Hugo though has such stamina. Even as she spasmed in her climax, Hugo still did not come. It was a relief for me to see his steel rod withdrawn, his seemingly implacable erection angled acutely before him. I prayed I would be next.

  'And I was. Passing over Isabella, his hand smacking her rump firmly, he moved on to me. He ruthlessly pushed inside me, reaching a hand between my thighs and rubbing my distended clitoris with his dextrous fingers, he rode me as mercilessly as he had his wife. Each stroke of his thick cock seemed to penetrate me more deeply, his fingers nipping on my engorged button of love. I could not hold out very long, until I was writhing as feverishly as Laura had done. I clutched his throbbing cock with my cunny muscles but still he would not come. It was a challenge to him, a temptation. I held him in a vice grip, squeezing him, but still he resisted, pulling out of me as stone hard as when he had entered.'

  'He sounds unbelievable. I can't believe that any man could have such stamina.'

  'I don't think it is totally naturally. I told you he is an expert on herbs. He would spend a lot of time in his herb garden preparing compounds, and his library had two whole shelves on aphrodisiacs and other things that would enhance his sexual performance.'

  'Still.'

  'Well he did eventually come. He had wanted to spend himself inside Isabella. This is what she had been waiting for all night. But he
did not enter her as he had us, choosing the tight aperture of her anus, pushing into it, sliding an inch inside and then two, Isabella's flesh stretching as it had with the imitation penis I had pushed in there before. A squeal of delight came from the girl as he rammed inside her, her eyes scrunching with each mighty stroke.

  'Hugo the sexual magician was not finished with us. Resting deep inside Isabella he retrieved the two dildoes that lay beside him on the floor near the sofa. Keeping hard inside Isabella, first he entered the rubber shaft inside Laura, in the same place as he was now ensconced in Isabella, then he did the same with me. Oh it was such a delight for me to be filled like that, to feel Hugo manipulate the rubber up and down me in the same way that he was doing with Laura, and to think of his hard tool, pushing into Isabella.

  'Hugo riding all three of us at the same time, three women screaming with the pleasure he was roughly bringing to us. I fought it as long as I could. I did not want to be the first to come. I could see Laura gritting her teeth, trying to prolong the sensation for as long as she could as well, and Isabella beside me, our thighs rubbing against each other, was on the verge, her whole body began collapsing as she could take her pleasure no more. She howled in the throes of her orgasm. But this did not stop Hugo. He had decided to shoot his seed inside her and it didn't matter how sated she appeared to be.

  'I could not resist my own orgasm either. I came, but Laura came at the same time. This time it was too much for Hugo. With one final enormous thrust his cock embedding itself further inside Isabella, the dildo shooting up the very depth of Laura and myself, he shot his load deep inside the girl. I told you, you missed something there, Linda.'

  'I had my own fun.'

  'I can imagine.' Maria smiled at the older woman.

  'But you still haven't told me how I ended up sleeping in your room.'

  'Well, after Hugo was finished he became very tired from his exertions. He took Laura up to her room. I invited Isabella to my bed. We didn't make love again. We were both too tired for that, but it was still delightful to have the beautiful Isabella asleep in my arms. You came into the room in the dead of night. I think you were sleepwalking. You certainly didn't respond to me when I called your name after you had woken me up.'

  'I can't remember any of this,' Linda said, shaking her head from side to side.

  'So you won't be able to remember how you prised us both apart from our sleepy embrace, how you opened up first Isabella's young legs and buried your head between her luscious thighs. Then did the same to me. I don't know how long it lasted. You would both bring us to the point of orgasm again, and then retreat to the other. It seemed to last an eternity. You are an expert. No man could have been as skilful as that, not even Hugo. You made us both come. It was almost light by the time you had finished.'

  'All that and I wasn't even awake. What a shame!' How could she have missed that?'

  As Maria sat on the bed, her silk robe barely covering the top of her thighs, Linda thought how delightful it would be to repeat the activity.

  'There will I hope be other times, Linda.' Maria stretched out her hand and gently caressed the side of her cheek.

  'I hope so too,' Linda concurred.

  'But now you have a visitor.'

  'Who?'

  'Alfonso is here. He's been waiting for you since early this morning. He wants to talk to you about Delgado. He's very worried about you. He thinks he's upset you. Be nice to him, Linda. He's not a bad man.'

  It was the mention of Delgado's name that cast a shadow in her mind. She had not forgotten about him. He was always in her consciousness, but she had managed during her conversation with Maria to push him a little to the side.

  Alfonso was sitting on the tiled patio, reading a newspaper when Linda, showered and dressed, went to meet him. He immediately stood up, a nervous look in his eyes. He invited her to sit down beside him, the shock of the bright light making her squint, the warmth of its heat on her body slightly disorienting her.

  'I'm glad you would see me. I know I owe you a huge apology.' He looked so contrite, Linda knew she must forgive him.

  'Look, Alfonso, I know you didn't mean what you said. I know that Delgado is impossible sometimes and I can understand your bitterness.'

  'No, you misunderstand, Linda. What I said about Delgado is true, but I should have told you everything I knew. I talked to Stephanie yesterday and she agreed that I could tell you everything. She was going to wait a little longer, but it doesn't matter now. The police have already arrested him.'

  'What?'

  'When I was in Zurich I got a call from a woman who had heard that I'd studied with Delgado. She said she wanted to meet me. This was Stephanie. Stephanie had an older sister who a couple of years ago fell under Delgado's spell. She worked in his studio and then in the house in the Pyrenees until she had produced an enormous amount of work. She came back, and I assume as he did to you last night, told her the same as he told you.'

  'And what was that, Alfonso?'

  'That she would never amount to much, the art world being so conservative, but because one or two weren't bad, if she wanted, and only if she wanted, he would exhibit them under his own name. He made it look like an act of kindness. They would believe that the other work in the exhibition was his work.'

  What Alfonso was telling her seemed so unreal, as if Delgado, the great artist, would rely on the work of other people.

  'It sounded a crazy story to me too, Linda. This is not a happy story. Stephanie's sister killed herself, thinking her work was useless.'

  'How can you believe this girl?'

  'She is quite a detective. Her sister told her all about it just before she died. She researched many of Delgado's students and found two similar tales. To corroborate her story, she went to Barcelona herself, and inevitably the same thing happened. The truth is Delgado can't create.'

  'Are you trying to tell me that none of his work, the work that is respected all throughout the art world, is not his own?'

  'That is precisely what I'm telling you. You know that his father was an artist.'

  'Yes, but not in Delgado's league.'

  'Well maybe not. He brought Delgado up to be a great artist. You know that he never went to any of the leading academies, that his father taught him everything. Delgado could paint, draw, sketch, whatever, but there was no spark of originality. You know his first group of paintings.'

  'Genesis.'

  'Yes, that was not his work; they were the last paintings of his father. For the first couple of years Delgado turned his father's work out as his own.'

  'How come nobody latched on to this?'

  'Because it was assumed that his early work would of course be slightly derivative of his father. Nobody assumed that he would be so low as to actually steal from him. Well the paintings ran out, Delgado had nothing else to show. That was when he became a teacher and suddenly hit on the idea that maybe as he already had the reputation he could steal from others and pass their work off as his own. He was too good a critic not to realise that his own work was just not good enough.'

  'What you are telling me, Alfonso, is incredible.' She let out a bitter laugh. You know that was the one thing he criticised me for, being a critic, having no creative talent. It was himself he was criticising, him all along. He was talking about himself.'

  'This is why I should have told you yesterday, to put you out of your agony, but Stephanie was frightened that you were lost to him, and that you would tell Delgado and give him a chance to escape the justice that Stephanie so desperately craves.'

  'But why did all these women go along with it? I don't understand.'

  'Because they were treated so specially. Because they did not know that all his other work was fake too.'

  'But sooner or later, you know what an artist's ego is like. They would get tired of Delgado taking all the applause.'

  'What are they going to do? Where are they going to go? The police? Do you think they would believe you? To the art world? Rem
ember that you believe all the other paintings are his. Who is going to believe you? And then there is Delgado himself. He can be quite a menacing character, as you know. Do you really think that somebody as ruthless as him wouldn't resort to murder, blackmail or whatever else to stop you destroying his precious reputation? It is very clever, don't you think, each artist feeling alone, isolated but special, never conceiving of the possibility that all his work is fake.'

  'I feel quite sorry for him in a way.'

  'Why, he's a crook, a thief, a liar and a hypocrite.'

  'But I don't think he did all this for money or power. He had all he wanted, but he couldn't have the one thing he really needed, the one thing that everybody expected him to have: the ability to create.'

  'You're a generous woman, Linda. I hope you'll be as generous to me. Stephanie has accumulated enough evidence to send him to prison and I for one think that is precisely where he deserves to go.'

  'I agree.'

  'This will rock the art world. And you'll be famous, I'm afraid, although I know it's not the kind of fame you want. It will certainly help when you exhibit your work.'

  'I don't want fame, Alfonso, not like that. I want people to judge me on my own merit, not on my association with Delgado.'

  'As an artist I understand, as your prospective agent, I weep.'

  'Think as an artist.'

  'I will try to do my best to keep you out of this.'

  'I appreciate that very much.'

  'But you know there will be rumours.'

  'I know, there always are in the art world. Rumours I can live with.'

  'Stephanie wanted you to testify, but I think she really has enough evidence. I'll talk to her and try to explain. She's quite an artist too.'

  'And one more thing, Alfonso.'

  'What's that?'