The Maestro (15 page)

Suzanne seemed
insatiable. Pulling away from Linda she swiftly removed her panties
and unzipped her skirt so that she only remained clothed in her
stockings and the scarlet garter belt that held them up. She
straddled Linda again, but this time raising her body so that her
labial lips pressed against Linda's mouth. Linda sucked on
Suzanne's sex as she had done her breasts, nipping on her swollen
lips, tugging at them lightly with her teeth, sending waves of
pleasure gushing up the Spanish woman's body.

Alfonso
removed himself from the fray, but Linda could not quite see what
he was doing. She had a vague sense that he was standing behind,
enjoying the view of watching Linda sucking on the other woman's
pussy lips.

But in a
moment she felt his leg resting against hers as he knelt on the
bed, his hands angling up Suzanne's bottom, forcing her to maintain
her balance by grabbing hold of the wooden headboard.

She saw his
face suddenly appear beneath the arch of Suzanne's straddled thighs
and then close enough so that he could trail his tongue down from
Suzanne's perineum to the edge of her sex lips. To accommodate him,
Linda moved a little further up and settled on furling her tongue
around the fleshy lump of Suzanne's clitoris while he, only a
couple of inches away from her face, began to tongue fuck the
ardent Spanish woman.

Suzanne rolled
and then swivelled her hips around the pleasuring tongues, panting
in her excited state as she felt one tongue furiously lick her
clitoris and another flick in and out of her quim. Linda, aroused
by the delicious taste of Suzanne, grasped her buttocks in her
hands and pressed her nails hard into her; and even harder still
when she saw from the angle of his hand, Alfonso slide first one
and then two and then three fingers into the expanding aperture of
Suzanne's other orifice.

Suzanne
squirmed with sensual pleasure. Linda momentarily felt jealous
wishing that it was she and not the other woman receiving such
treatment, but whatever her envy, it did not stop her singular
dedication to stimulating Suzanne. She saw Alfonso's hand twist
around, and Suzanne was unable to prevent a mighty shriek of
delight emitting from between her lips.

Alfonso
levered himself up into a position where he too was straddling
Linda, his heavy balls brushing against her breasts, then further
up, bounding off her chin as he sought entry into Suzanne's
delightfully moist quim. He pushed inside her, his balls dangling
low. Linda repositioned herself so that she could take them into
her mouth, sucking on them as rapaciously as a child might a
lollipop, fearing that it would melt.

Linda had
never really seen someone being fucked in such vivid close up.
While still sucking hard on Alfonso she watched how his rod
disappeared into the vortex of Suzanne's sex, watched how her vulva
contracted over Alfonso's meaty piston, her head being slightly
tugged as his balls thrust forward with each stroke.

He withdrew
from Suzanne and, not giving the opportunity for Linda to accept or
refuse, pushed his hard cock into her gaping mouth. It aroused her
immensely, not only to taste Alfonso's salty cock, but to know that
the taste was mingled with Suzanne's own love juices. Alfonso
manipulated his tool in and out of Linda's mouth, and she had to
move her head slightly to stop herself being suffocated by the hot,
long meat.

Alfonso seemed
to relish being in control of the two women. Linda couldn't help
returning to her Greek holiday when she remembered the way that
Luke had positioned the two Greek girls, for Alfonso was
positioning her and Linda in exactly the same way, so that the two
women were kneeling side by side.

Alfonso pushed
his rod into Suzanne, then began bucking her wildly, before pulling
out and roughly plunging his cock into Linda's hot quim, their
fucking being soundtracked by the clear sound of his hard smack on
Suzanne's quivering buttocks.

He rode Linda
expertly, each stroke pushing a little further into her. As his
rhythm gradually increased, Linda could feel him penetrating deep
inside her.

He withdrew
again and mounted Suzanne. This time while he rode her in his
seemingly inexhaustible lust, he reached over and spanked Linda as
hard as he could with his flat palm. With the warmth of the recent
memory of his stiff cock inside her the spanking acted as an
additional aide memoir to the delight of being fucked by him, but
it left a deep hunger to have him inside her again.

It wouldn't be
long, but she hadn't imagined the way that he would enter her.
Pushing Suzanne onto the bed he pushed Linda on top of her, and
Suzanne seemingly knowing what was in store for them grabbed Linda
by the neck and began kissing her, probing the inside of her mouth
avidly with her tongue.

Alfonso
produced a thick rubber length with a bulbous dome on each end that
reminded Linda of those double headed snakes she had seen in
classical paintings.

Alfonso stared
at both the girls, and then placed a dome each by their mouths. He
spoke to Linda as Suzanne took the head into her mouth and then
licked down the side of the double-headed dildo.

'Do you know
what I'm going to do, Linda?'

She looked at
him. She had already copied Suzanne and taken the rubber helmet
into her mouth. She shook her head.

'I'm going to
fuck you both with this. I'm going to stick it in you as far as it
will go. So suck on it hard.'

This was a
different Alfonso to the man that she thought she knew. His eyes
had turned to stone; there was something strange and cruel about
him. It excited her more, this new Alfonso, no more the leering
man, but something more powerful, more bestial.

After both
women had lubricated the two headed dildo, Alfonso snatched it from
them and retreated behind them, kneeling on the bed, examining
them, relishing what he was about to do. Suzanne started kissing
Linda again, as ardently as she had done before, gripping onto her,
controlling her mouth, probing her tongue everywhere inside,
prodding the roof of her mouth, reaching inside her cheek, chewing
on her lip. She felt Alfonso's hands on her bottom and between her
legs, grasping her with two fingers, and then she felt the rubber
go inside her, and she knew that the same thing had happened to
Suzanne, because the pupils of her eyes dilated and she withdrew
her tongue.

It was so big
inside her, pushing out the walls of her quim. Alfonso was
controlling the movement of the rubber inside them, a seesaw of
carnal delight, as Suzanne moaned her pleasure the ribbed dildo
slipping deep inside her, and then as Suzanne felt the rubber
coming out of her, Linda felt it push inside her. However big it
was both women pressed down as hard as they could to take more of
it inside them, Alfonso aiding their lust by manoeuvring them both
as far onto it as was humanly possible.

Suzanne was
much more expert at using the contraption than Linda, knowing how
to gyrate on it, when to apply pressure, when to contract and when
to release. Linda realised what she had to do, and eventually they
worked out a steady rhythm that brought them both tremendous
pleasure.

But Suzanne
was insatiable: whatever satisfaction she derived from the motion
of the dildo was not enough. She reached her hand down and began
manipulating the dildo as easily as Alfonso had done before, all
under the glare of his rapacious eyes.

Linda had no
idea what he was going to do next. At first she felt a finger
flicking inside her anus, pressing against the already thunderous
pressure of the dildo; pleasurably stretching her pussy walls. He
was haunched on the bed above her, pressing his hefty cock against
her most intimate opening, seeking to gain access. He pressed
remorselessly until he was inside her. Her whole body tingled
excitedly as he pushed, with no thought to how it might be hurting
her. She felt an acute pain and then it seemed that she was adrift
on an ocean of pleasure as he pushed further and further into the
depth inside her, the dildo itself seemed to have entered her more
profoundly that she would have believed possible.

Alfonso fucked
her ruthlessly as she screamed and shrieked below him. She clutched
his hip and them his inner thigh wanting something to hold onto so
as to relish the intensity of the pleasure more. Suzanne was
writhing as furiously below her, the dildo disappearing further and
further into the two women, their shrill cries echoing around the
room as Alfonso manically thrust into Linda's expanded bumhole.

Linda could
feel an orgasm gathering momentum inside her, pushing up from the
stupendous pressure between her legs, sending a tingling sensation
striding through her abdomen. The pressure was building inside,
exploding. She could resist it no longer. Her whole skin became
suffused with a powerful prickling sensation. She jerked on the
dildo and Alfonso's rigid prick as he pushed harder and harder
inside her.

The tension of
the orgasm built up. She felt the spasm of release, but the
insistent pressure of elation would not fade. Alfonso had not come
and he continued to thrust further inside her. She could feel him
expanding, pressing out the walls of the dividing membrane between.
Eventually he shot his load deep inside her, his hot jism shooting
up. The final coup de grace was Alfonso reaching down and tweaking
her nipples, maintaining the pressure a moment longer, until she
collapsed onto Suzanne's perspiring body.

After they had
both serviced Suzanne - Linda manipulating her unsheathed clitoris,
Alfonso, now limp, frigging her with the latex dildo - they went
back downstairs. Suzanne opened the bar. Dressed in the blouse and
the black skirt, and Alfonso and Linda took up the same seats.

They had cut
the time a little fine, because as Suzanne was pouring a fine
Rioja, staring into Alfonso's eyes, Linda imagining she was
remembering that first time with her husband and Alfonso, Paco
walked back in, went over to his wife and pecked her on the
cheek.

'It must have
been a good result,' Alfonso said, laughing and lightly stroking
Linda's hand.

'Why?'

'Because Paco
kissed his wife.'

'What does he
do if they lose?'

'He normally
starts shouting about something.'

'Doesn't he
get suspicious if every time he comes back from the football and
sees you and his wife alone?'

'I don't think
he has that much imagination.'

'What a
loathsome man!'

'Indeed.'

'Look, Linda,
there is something I haven't told you.' Alfonso looked a little
embarrassed. She thought of the powerful man who only twenty
minutes ago had been riding her with an almost uncontrollable
fervour. This was yet another aspect of Alfonso that she hadn't
seen before and she wouldn't have recognised from the bon viveur
she knew in London: the shy timid boy.

'What is it,
Alfonso?'

'I didn't make
the grade.'

'What do you
mean?'

'I mean that
Delgado kicked me out. He said I wasn't good enough, that I was
wasting my time and that I should stick to what I know. He dumped
me the same day that he dumped Damian. You know once he had given
up on me he was really quite kind, but he was also certain that
there was no point in me continuing to paint.'

'Why didn't
you tell me before?'

'I don't know.
I suppose I was embarrassed. I really knew that I didn't have what
it takes, but I've always wanted to be an artist so much. You know,
I quite liked the artist pose. For one thing it's usually great for
seducing women. But I suppose there comes a time when I can't fool
myself any more.'

'And how did
you feel about it?'

'Linda, how
would you feel about it?'

She considered
the proposition and the changes it had made to her after that day
when he sent her packing to Sitges to contemplate her art. It had
been so decisive to her, just as she thought that Delgado was a
fraud. She had an appointment with him in the morning to show him
some of the sketches she'd made and some of the ideas she had,
which she could not really show him, but only explain to him. She
would be devastated after the lift he had given to her work. 'I'd
feel terrible.'

'I did for a
while. I really did. I thought my life was over.'

'But
then?'

'You're a
clever woman Linda. You haven't bet everything on one horse. You
have a successful marriage to a very eligible man. You have a good
career as a critic.'

As Alfonso
talked she wondered if any of it was true. She hadn't thought very
much about Sebastian and if she was to fail it would take her a
long time to get the kind of job back that she'd had before. But
the important thing was she was no longer sure whether she wanted
such a job or whether if she thought deeply about it she wanted to
go back to Sebastian. She had the terrible feeling that she had bet
everything on one horse, dreaming as she had done during her days
in Sitges of exhibitions in marbled galleries, brilliant reviews
and general critical acclaim. If nothing happened she was not sure
it would be so easy to go back to being a gallery guide and just
the wife of a famous actor.

'I'm not so
sure I'm so clever.'

'I had bet on
everything, but then last night as I was with Rebecca. You know she
really isn't my sort. Anyway, I thought about my life. I thought
about how wonderful my life is. The pleasure I have, you, Suzanne,
Maria, the pleasure of fine eating and drinking. I'm an Epicurean,
a hedonist.'

'Epicureans
had, if you read your Greek, moderate tastes.'

'Well, a
hedonist at least. But not just a hedonist. I also have the
business, the family business. My father is old now and happy that
Delgado turned me down. I can dedicate my life to working for the
business. They deserve that much. I owe everything to them. You
know Linda, not everybody can be a great artist. But I can be a
great businessman.' Alfonso looked at her. He was becoming quite
emotional.