Part two of the Prof

She sang beautifully. They practiced for about thirty minutes hard, going through it line by line. Petra Barter commented, picked out the weaknesses. She had high standards. Gloria got bored listening and following the music. She got up and lifted her bag off the piano. She went to Barter's desk, flipped through a magazine, looking up at the screen saver on the computer going through a series of pictures of famous composers. Then she spent a long time fiddling inside her bag on top of Barter's desk. She was like an impatient child trying to be good.

"Okay, let's have a break. Just let your voice rest." Prof Barter was wearing another of her white blouses, and knee length skirts. Navy pumps. Prim looking. Her hair was done up in a leather clasp with a long silver pin. Very artistic. The leather of the clasp was tooled. She took the cozy off the teapot and poured them each a cup. Idle chit chat ensued. She had grown up here, she said, although at that time it had really been outside Boston, it seemed.

"Come on, Petra," Gloria said. "You can't be more than ten years older than we are. You make it sound like you're our mother or something."

Petra blushed a little. "Well, I'm 35. A little more than ten years older than you two, I bet. Let's get back at it."

Petra sat down. Gloria moved behind her and rested her hands on Petra's shoulders. Madeline could see Petra stop, wondering what Gloria was doing with her hands on Petra's shoulders. A little invasion of space. She just twitched her head a little. Gloria smirked very slightly over at Madeline, who looked on, expressionless. An accomplice. Gloria removed her hands from Petra's shoulders and placed her fingers on the hair clip, slowly pulling the pin out of it. She let Petra's hair fall down. "Wow." Petra Barter's hair fell half way down her back.

Petra turned sharply, her brown eyes wide, annoyed. "What are you doing?"

Gloria just looked at her, smiling. "Relax. I just wanted to see what it was like. You always have it up."

Petra looked at her, then at Madeline, off balance, then reached up. "Well give me the clip back; I don't like it down when I work."

As soon as Gloria saw the older woman put her well-manicured hand out she smiled, and slowly, carefully, took the teacher's small hand and placed it on the keyboard, turning the professor around. Petra let her hands be moved, not quite believing it, clearly trying to understand what was going on. After a second of leaving her hands on the piano, she turned again, only this time Gloria was ahead of her.

The athletic girl had closed her fist around the professor's beautiful long hair, so that when Petra tried to turn her head, she couldn't, Gloria was gripping it. She let out a slight scream, involuntary, a scream of shock. "What are you doing? Gloria!" Prof Barter looked at her student with incomprehension and confusion in her eyes. Not fright, not yet. "Madeline! Tell her to stop this."

Madeline just watched, her eyes cool, her fingers on the edge of the piano. Her face registered nothing. Gloria was marvellous. Slowly, the athletic girl was pulling Petra Barter's head back, her neck bending, the muscles of her throat straining.

"What... what are you doing?" Petra Barter said.

Gloria said nothing, just gave the long hair in her fist, and Petra's head, a shake. Petra reached back quickly, grabbing Gloria's forearm that was holding the hair, but Gloria was much too strong for her. Madeline saw her teacher's soft pink nails dig into Gloria's forearm. Slowly, Petra lowered her hands, placed them on the edge of the stool. "What do you want? What is this. I'll have you expelled! Both of you!"

Gloria yanked her head back sharply, held her there for a few seconds, then yanked it back forward, to a natural posture. One of Petra's shoes fell off. "Don't threaten me," Gloria hissed. "You're just going to answer some questions, do what you're told. Look at Madeline." She turned Prof Barter's face toward Madeline, who stood there, unmoved and unmoving. "Tell me what you like best about her."

Petra snorted. "What do you mean? I don't do that kind of unprofessional -" but she didn't get the chance to finish her sentence before Gloria lifted her free hand and slapped her cheek. Not hard, but firm. The shock in Petra's face was sudden and complete. That was the moment when she became frightened. Tears welled up in her eyes and she tried to bat them back. Her upper lip quivered. "Please..." she whimpered. "Please... stop this. Why are you doing this?" She lifted her hand to the cheek Gloria had slapped, and rubbed it.



Gloria took the hand away quickly. "If you want to move, you have to ask. Now answer my question. What do you like best about Madeline? Take a good look. All of her. Make sure it's the right answer." And here she leaned over and whispered hoarsely in Petra Barter's ear. "Because I know, Petra. I know. And if you aren't honest, you'll pay."

And once again she turned Gloria's face toward Madeline, who stood there, patient.

Petra Barter looked up, scared, trying to guess what she was supposed to say. She looked quickly over Madeline's body, hoping it was going to end as soon as she got the right answer. "Her eyes," she said. "Madeline has very pretty eyes."

Slap! Gloria's palm cracked across Petra's face. Madeline looked on, not registering anything, waiting like a mannequin. "Try again."

Petra's voice was trembling as she looked up and down Madeline, trying to find the right words. Her eyes stopped at Madeline's flat tummy, a few inches of it exposed, the navel ring glinting. "Her stomach. She has a lovely flat tummy."

Slap! Gloria's hand again. "Wrong. This time, close your eyes. You can tell me with your eyes closed. I know you can. I want the honest answer."

Petra was now sobbing silently, trying to catch her breath, her eyes screwed shut. Gloria let her sob for a bit, then yanked her head as if she were reining in a horse. "Tell me," Gloria hissed quietly.

Petra gulped and bit her lip, kicking her feet slowly under the bench. Her other shoe came off and fell on its side.

"All right." Her breath was loud and hoarse. "All right. I know it's not what you want to hear but it's her feet, her pretty feet, her feet are so pretty." As soon as she spoke she put her hands to her cheek to protect herself. But nothing came. Gloria simply caressed Petra Barter's hand over her cheek, her other hand still firmly gripping her hair in a pony tail. She bent over and kissed Petra's ear, and Petra jerked away.

"Very good, Petra. Right answer, Petra. It's Madeline's pretty feet you like, isn't it? Tell me about her feet."

Petra quieted her sobs, managing to utter the words through them. "Yes. She has pretty feet. Wears pretty shoes. Her toenails always painted. So tiny, so fine. So.. so..." She had to stop, her words melting away in tears.

"Yes, they are. Madeline spends hours a week making her feet pretty, Petra. That's why you gave her this solo, isn't it, Petra? You've liked her feet for a long time, haven't you? Even last year."

Madeline was surprised inwardly, but knew the truth of it right away. Yes, even last year in voice class it had been true, but she had never realized it.

Petra just nodded her head. "Oh god yes. Yes. She has pretty feet. I can't help it! I notice them. It's harmless!"

Gloria nodded. Madeline wiggled her bare toes. Gloria bent over and spoke in a low voice, still holding her professor's hair. "Now then. I want you to ask Madeline if you can kiss her pretty feet. If you are lucky, she will let you."

Petra Barter shuddered, sobbing quietly. Her face was feverish and red. Eventually she got herself under control. She looked up at Madeline, shame burning in her face. Then she looked down, but her gaze fell immediately on Madeline's feet and she couldn't look away. Gloria held her head still. Her upper lip quivering, she gasped out, "please, Madeline, may I kiss your pretty feet?"

Madeline looked at her, her head angled, then looked down at her feet. She wiggled her toes. "You want to kiss my pretty feet? Really?"

Petra groaned, Gloria smiled wide. "Yes, yes, please. I want to kiss your pretty feet. Then will you let me go?"

Gloria yanked her head back again. "That is a terrible way to ask! As if you only want to kiss her feet to get us to let you go!" She yanked Petra's head back again, bending her neck. "Ask properly now. Sincerely. Because I know you mean it."

Petra managed to control herself more quickly this time, and looked up at Madeline, imploring her with her eyes. "Please, let me kiss your feet. I would love to kiss your pretty feet. Your pretty toes. Please!" Her face was streaming with tears, her cheeks burning with shame. Her stocking feet were moving back and forth under the piano bench, showing pink toenails underneath.

"All right, yes. You may kiss my feet." Madeline wiggled her purple toes again. She moved away from the end of the piano and stood still, her feet together in the black mules.

Petra moved slowly, as Gloria still held her by the hair. The professor, in her prim clothes, everything now askew, got to her knees in stages, and crawled over to Madeline's feet, like a dog on a very short leash. When she got to Madeline's feet she looked up briefly, her eyes burning, and then bent down. She kissed each of Madeline's feet once, then waited. No one did anything. She kissed them again, first the toes this time, then the top of her feet where the strap of the mules didn't go. She looked up hopefully.

"Very good, Petra." Gloria leaned over, still holding her by the hair. "Madeline, there is a leash I put out on Petra's desk. Give it to me please."

Madeline passed it. Gloria lifted Petra's hair away and put the leather dog leash around her neck. She stood up, letting go of Petra's hair. "Now be a good girl, Petra. Be a good little pet. Or we will have to punish you."

The older woman looked up now, her hair falling down the side of her face, brushing it from her eyes, frightened. For some reason she was incapable of screaming. It didn't cross her mind as a response in the situation. She felt a tug on the leash. "Ouch! Please don't do that, it really hurts."

"I know. That was just to demonstrate." Gloria looked down at her, cool and cruel. She held out her hand. Petra looked up at her, mind racing, trying to guess what Gloria wanted. Gloria snapped her fingers and held her hands out again. "Your pantyhose."

"What?"

Gloria yanked the leash, pulling Petra over on her side. Petra got slowly to all fours, then sat on the floor and pulled her pantyhose down. In a few seconds she had it off her feet, holes now at the knees and toes from crawling. She handed it up to Gloria. Gloria threw it over the piano. She held her hand out again. "Now. Your panties."

Petra looked up, shaking her head slowly. "Nooooo," she said hoarsely. "Please... how can you... please..."

Gloria made as if to yank the leash again, but Petra quickly raised her hand. "no please don't!!!!" She started to cry to sob quietly. She pulled her tight skirt up her thighs and started to reach under. She looked down at the floor, not lifting her face at all. A pair of bright electric blue panties appeared, slipping down her calves and over her ankles and her bare feet. Still looking down, she held them up to Gloria, her back shaking with sobs. Gloria bent over and took them from the smaller older woman's hands. She rubbed them in her fingers. She passed them to Madeline. Madeline took them and rubbed them in her fingers. Her eyes widened, and a slow smile started. She lifted them to her nose, then gave them back to Gloria.

"Wet," she said.

Gloria nodded and bent over to speak into Petra's ear. "They are wet, Petra. Aren't you ashamed? Why are they wet?"

Petra stayed huddled over, not lifting her head until Gloria gave the leash a short tug. The face they saw was completely overcome. "Because... because... I can't help it. I don't know why. I'm sorry. I'm so ashamed. What are you going to do?"

"They smell nice, Petra." Gloria moved them to Petra's nose, where the older woman had to smell them. "I suppose this means your cunt is wet, doesn't it." Petra jerked involuntarily at the word "cunt". Then slowly she nodded, her eyes lowered completely, huddled down, on her knees, her buttocks in the air. Gloria looked down at the quivering woman, her skirt creased and turned. "No answer?" Gloria lifted the end of the leash and brought it down firmly on the rounded cheeks of her prey. She jerked. "Don't move." She did it again. "Madeline, tell me how wet Petra is. Petra can't tell me herself."

Petra jerked around quickly. "No, no no!!!!" she screamed. "No Don't!!! God no! I'm wet, I'm wet!" She was almost angry, she started getting to her feet. She didn't realize how quickly an athletic girl, used to shoving field hockey players out of the way, could move. Gloria yanked the leash, bringing Petra back down to her knees, then grabbed her hair again and yanked her head back. With her free hand she grabbed the front of Petra's blouse and ripped the buttons off, tugging several times until the buttons were all ripped off, a beautiful lace bra now revealed underneath. Petra looked up in shock, and sank to her knees. She breathed deeply, sobbing, letting it happen. Gloria stopped. "Now listen, pretty Petra, our pretty prof. You are not in control here. We are. Understand?"

Petra nodded. Gloria yanked her head back. "The answer is 'yes Miss'."

Petra understood. "Yes Miss."

"Good."

"And you will answer our questions. Honestly. And I will know if you are honest or not. You are wet, yes?"

"Yes Miss."

"What is wet?"

Petra looked up briefly. "My vagina is wet." Gloria's hands clenched around the leash. "My pussy is wet. Miss." Petra looked up hopefully.

Gloria shook her head slowly. "Not good enough, Petra. Tell me what is wet."

Petra groaned quietly. "My cunt. My cunt is wet. Miss."

Gloria smiled. "And your knees are sore."

"Yes Miss."

"You have dreamed of kissing Maddy's pretty feet many times, yes?"

Petra paused briefly. "Yes Miss."

"Kissing her feet now made you wet. You wanted to keep kissing her feet."

Petra started crying quietly. "Yes Miss" she managed between her tears.

"Madeline wants to know how wet it made you to kiss her feet. She is going to find out now."

Petra gasped and looked down. "No. Please." Gloria lifted the end of the leash and smacked her music teacher's ass. Again. Again. Petra writhed one way, then the other, squirming away from the leash. "Stop! Yes Miss Yes Miss Yes Miss Yessssssss!" She looked up, imploringly. "Yes Miss."

"Up on your knees again."

Gloria nodded at Madeline. Madeline who had been watching from the end of the piano, absorbing it like she would have absorbed a university lecture, understood exactly. The older woman was kneeling on the floor, hunched over on her elbows. She walked over to Petra, and stopped right in front her, her feet in the black mules inches from Petra's face. "Go ahead," Madeline said softly. "I don't mind. I like it." She smiled down at her music teacher tears running down her face. The older woman breathed in deeply, and uttered a huge sigh, as if a weight had suddenly been lifted. The older woman moved forward tentatively, brushed her unruly hair from her face and lowered her lips carefully to Madeline's toes. She kissed the toes of both feet, then carefully kissed the top of her feet above the straps that went over above her toes.

"You can take them off, please."

The older woman looked up quickly, not wanting to do anything wrong. Quickly she moved her deft fingers forward, and undid the strap around Madeline's ankle, and tenderly lifted the small girl's foot, and slipped off the shoe. Then she did the same to the other foot, placing the pair of shoes side by side. She lowered her lips again to the bare feet, and ran her fingertips along the top of Madeline's soft feet, down to her purple toes. Gradually, she stopped. She looked up, blushing. "Thank you."

"It makes you wet, doesn't it."

"Yes, it makes me wet. I can't help it."

Madeline moved behind the older woman. Her skirt was askew, pulled halfway up her thighs. Madeline very carefully leaned down and slid her bare foot along Petra's calves, pushing them apart. She heard a small whimper. She took the hem of the skirt, peeling it up. Once it was at the top of Petra's thighs, she slid her foot further along Petra's calves to her knee, parting her legs. She leaned down. Her fingers moved up inside the music teacher's thighs and found a perfectly smooth, swollen pussy. "She's smooth. Silky smooth." Madeline said. Then she moved her fingers along the older woman's slit, parting her labia, soaking wet. The scent of the woman's wet pussy struck her nostrils. She smiled. Two of her fingers penetrated the older woman's pussy, and she thought she detected some pressure back on her fingers. Gloria really was amazing. She just knew. Madeline sunk her two fingers deeper, slowly deeper, into the older woman's pussy, and as she did so there was an audible moan from the older woman's mouth. Her knees widened and she made no secret about pushing back now. Madeline let her fingers slip and press and explore, feeling the lovely wet velvet of the older woman's cunt. Then she stopped. A moan issued from the woman on the floor.

Madeline looked up at Gloria. "I would love her clothes off. Completely. Can I have her with her clothes off? Over there, on the rug?" She spoke as if Petra wasn't even there, just an object.

Gloria beamed. "Did you hear that, what Madeline would like you to do?"

Petra was crying again, quietly. "Yes Miss." She crawled over to the large Persian rug under the bay window. Madeline sat in the armchair in her bare feet, her legs crossed, her white tights encasing her lovely legs. Petra sat at her feet, on her haunches,unzipping her skirt and pulling it down. She pulled off the torn blouse. Madeline smiled at her. Behind, Gloria held the leash. Petra looked up, hoping she was doing the right thing. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, blushing as it fell to the floor. She reached slowly behind her back and unhooked her bra. She knelt at Madeline's feet then, her eyes gazing at them. Her face was beet red.

Madeline sat there, looking down at her music teacher. Gloria stood behind the smaller, kneeling woman, beaming. Madeline beamed back. It was like a gift: Gloria was offering a gift to her.

Petra's head was still bowed, but every few seconds her eyes flickered up, trying to see what was happening. Her skin was creamy white, with a few freckles. Madeline thought her breasts had a lovely shape. Like swelling pears, the nipples tiny and hard and swollen. Her stomach was flat, her legs were shapely. Madeline pushed Petra's knees apart slightly, which gave a good view of her mound. A small tuft of mousy brown hair, neatly trimmed, and no hair on her labia. They were pink and swollen, her pussy lips, the edges of her tiny pink petals showing through.

"Come closer," Madeline said.

Petra shuffled closer on her knees. Until she was only a foot or so from the front of Madeline's chair. Madeline took her bare foot and pressed it against the inside of Petra's knee, pushing her legs wider apart.

Petra looked up suddenly, scared. Her hands made a reflexive motion to cover her pussy, but remained on top of her thighs. "What are you going to do to me?" she whispered hoarsely. She looked up imploringly into Madeline's eyes.

But Madeline was impervious. She was the other half of Gloria's intensity: deep, hard, detached. She looked up at Gloria. "I think she needs her hands out of the way."

Gloria leaned down and took Petra's hands, first one, then the other, and pulled them behind her back. She reached down and looped the long leash around the music teacher's wrists and stood up.

"Thanks," said Madeline. Her eyes bore into Petra's. "You have a cute body, Petra. I like it."

Petra's face turned deeper red, and her face quickly transformed into the most unlikely and most fleeting smile. "Thank you," she said, then lowered her eyes.

Madeline was a natural. "And lovely legs." Petra smiled again. Madeline trailed her bare toes up and down Petra's thighs, dragging them along the inside of her thighs, rubbing softly. She stretched her foot under Petra's crotch, and slowly, gently brought it up against the older woman's pussy, sliding it back and forth slightly. Petra whimpered. She shifted her hips involuntarily. Madeline dragged her toes up Petra's slit, parting her cuntlips, and let her big toe press down on Petra's clit. Petra shuddered and moaned.

"Look," said Madeline quietly. Petra looked down. Madeline's foot was glistening with the juices from Petra's cunt.

Petra looked up, beseeching. "Please don't."

Madeline said nothing, just let her own eyes pierce Petra's.

Both women were watching Madeline's toe slide up and down Petra's slit, the purple nail appearing and disappearing, circling the woman's clit, pressing down on it, then sinking further and finding her pussyhole, pushing into it, then sliding up and away. Petra was shuddering, biting her lip, her thigh muscles visibly tensing. Her cunt was dripping down Madeline's foot, betraying her. Madeline could feel the slick wet of the insides of Petra's thighs. "You have pretty breasts, too, Petra." She lifted her foot from Petra's cunt and pressed the wet toes into the nipple of her right breast, then flicked it with her toe. Petra managed another smile, a quivering smile through her arousal and her humiliation and her need and her fear.

Madeline returned her toe to her music teacher's wet cunt. She slid it along her slit, parting her pussy lips, digging it into her pussyhole, then up to her clit, circling, pressing, lifting, flicking. Petra was now muffling her soft moans, gulping, closing her eyes, opening them nervously to look at Madeline then quickly looking down at the girl's toes in her cunt. She groaned. Her body shuddered again. "Please..." she said. "Don't." She shuddered. "Please..." the word exploded breathily from her lips. "Oh god..." She bit her lip. Her body jerked once. Jerked again, then stilled. "Please please..."

Madeline kept massaging her clit slowly with her toe, not answering Petra at all, just watching, as if she were studying the creature before her, seeing how it behaved in captivity. Soon, Petra couldn't contain her moans, couldn't contain her body's reactions. She started shifting her hips, pressing down on Madeline's foot against her clit. Moving over it rhythmically, then stopping, as if she suddenly realized how unbecoming it was. Then she would lose control, and start moving again. Both Madeline and Gloria were mesmerized. Madeline tensed her foot, meeting the pressure of Petra's movement. Every few seconds Petra would glance up, flash a hot, weak smile, her cheeks flushed, then look down again. She would close her eyes. Breathe faster. Moan louder. Eventually she started humping faster, grinding her clit back and forth over Madeline's toes and the top of her foot. Her muscles clenching, tightening. Soon she was almost shouting. Quick sharp moans, almost shouts. Then it happened. She came. A river of moans poured out of her mouth, a river of juices from her cunt, her body bucking against Madeline's foot hard and fast. Faster and faster. Then clamping her thighs on the small girl's foot. Then opening and pushing down, then clamping, spasming, fucking hard. She gripped Madeline's foot tight in her thighs, her shudders continuing. She fell over, Madeline's foot slipping in the wetness of her tight thighs, spasm after spasm. Her head lay on the floor, the moans getting quieter. Then she cried. Sobbed and cried.

After a few minutes she collected herself. Gloria reached down and pulled her up by the shoulder. Madeline left her wet, glistening foot between Petra's legs, which were now spread again. Petra's tear-stained face looked up, absolutely red with shame. She smiled weakly, looked up at Madeline, then down, then up, and down.

Gloria leaned over and half-whispered into Petra's ear. "What do you say, Petra?"

Petra looked up nervously, her chest heaving, her breasts lifting and falling in the waning afternoon light, her eyes skittering between Gloria and Madeline as Madeline rubbed her still-wet foot against the inside of Petra's thigh, also still wet.



She looked up at Madeline. "Thank you. I mean thank you Miss."

Madeline looked down at her and smiled briefly, hardly acknowledging Petra's words before reaching out with her toe again and pressing it against Petra's slit. She jumped and whimpered. "Oh please. I can't. It's too much."

Gloria lifted the end of the leash and brought it down smartly on Petra's buttocks. She cried out, then bit her lip, batting back her tears. "Too much?" Gloria said. "We have hardly started with you."

An involuntary whimper rose in Petra's throat. She looked up at Gloria, slightly frightened. Madeline stopped playing with her pussy.

Madeline looked up at Gloria, her toes just wiggling slightly against Petra's pussyhole. "Say that again, Glo," she asked.

"Say what?"

"Say we aren't finished with her. Tell her what we are going to do."

Gloria looked from her friend to the music teacher naked on her knees, squirming on Madeline's toe. "Yes, Petra. We aren't finished with you at all. You are ours now, you know. We own you." Petra whimpered, breathing hard. "We are going to use you completely. We are going to do everything you ever dreamed of. How does that make you feel?" Petra whimpered again, her hips shifting on Madeline's hand.

"God," Madeline said. "Don't stop. Every time you say something I can feel her leaking down my toes, a little surge of wetness."

Petra looked at her, biting her lip, her hips lurching. "Please," she said. " Please... Don't do this to me. I can't help it." She tried to stay still.

Gloria continued. "Oh a bit of a slut, are you, Petra? We are going to spread you apart, push you to the edge, spank your ass and play with your cunt, fuck you till you can't stand it any more. Till you pass out. Till you can't stand it any more."

Petra suddenly started bucking faster, harder on Madeline's foot. She shuddered, crying out, her thighs squeezing together as she came on Madeline's foot again, bending right over, her head resting on Madeline's knee as she shuddered and shook. She groaned as she came again.

"Well will you look at this fucking slut. How long have you had this need inside, Petra?" Gloria leaned down and undid Petra's hands.

The older woman pushed herself up from the floor with her hands. She was breathing hard, her cheeks inflamed. She looked up, again with that weak smile. "I can't help it. I'm so ashamed." She lifted her fingers and adjusted the collar around her neck.

Madeline looked down, smiling just a bit, then held out her hand for the leash. "Here."

Gloria gave it to her, and smiled, her face radiant, almost. As if she had now passed over her gift. "Now Petra. I want you to take off Gloria's jeans."

Petra looked up, wide-eyed, and Madeline just leaned back, flicking the end of the leash across Petra's thighs. "Ouch! Yes Miss, yes!"

Petra turned to Gloria, who stood there, a bemused smile on her face. Then Gloria looked down at Madeline and shook her head. "You fucking bitch. You are too fucking awesome."

Petra quickly leaned up and unbuttoned Gloria's jeans, pulling them down with her quick hands. She looked over at Madeline, who simply nodded. "I want you to kiss her thighs. Then her mound. Don't stop till I tell you."

Petra slipped her fingers inside the elastic of Gloria's panties, and pulled them down. Gloria stepped out of her jeans and panties. Every time Madeline saw her, she marvelled at how hard Gloria's body was. The muscles on her thighs were like a sprinter's and her tummy was sculpted, you could see the pouches of muscles. Madeline could see that Petra could hardly believe it, also, running her fingers over the silky hard skin of Gloria's thighs, her head about a foot from Gloria's neatly trimmed pussy. Petra started kissing Gloria's thighs, her soft lips against the hard flesh. Gloria looked down, then over at Madeline, parted her thighs and sank her hand into Petra's long brown hair. She put both her hands on the sides of Petra's head, her fingers sinking into the long brown hair. She pulled the older woman's face against her thigh. Moved it to the crease of her thigh, the woman's tongue flicking, trying to kiss and flick. Gloria knew no patience, though, always needed the direct treatment. Within a minute she was pressing her crotch into the woman's face, spreading her legs.

"Yessssssss," said Madeline. Madeline could see the woman's tongue reaching forward, her head angling as Gloria pushed it against her cunt, Gloria using Petra's mouth and face as if it were some toy. Soon, she was heaving, tensing, her legs and hips pumping against the older woman's mouth. Petra whimpering, trying to fuck Gloria with her tongue. Her face was wet with Gloria's juices, her hands were wrapped around Gloria's buttocks, her fingers digging in.

"Oh yes baby. Fuck me with your tongue. Yes nice and deep." She was grinding now, her cunt moving around and around on Petra's face, spreading the glistening wetness of her juices over the smaller, older woman's mouth and chin. Finally Gloria shuddered, and dug her fingers into Petra's head, mashing the music teacher's face into her quaking pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!!" she cried. "Yes, fuck me with your tongue you bitch, you beautiful bitch!"

Gloria looked down at her when she was finished, then over at Madeline, who had hiked up her skirt and slipped her fingers inside her tights, slowly moving her fingers under the white material. Petra leaned back on her haunches, the leash hanging down, held at the other end by Madeline's free hand. Petra was wondering what was next. Wondering if they were done with her. She stared over at Madeline fingering herself, and looked up into Madeline's eyes. She was trying to sense her next task. Trying to sense if they were finished with her.

Madeline was the deeper one, deeper than Gloria, no doubt. She saw how far this could go. She sat with her legs spread, looking at her hard-bodied friend standing there in her sweatshirt, her thighs shining, and then down at her humiliated music teacher, and continued fingering herself. Finally she took her fingers out and licked them.

She passed the leash to Gloria, who stood there dressed only in a sweatshirt, her face flushed. "What are you looking at, Petra?"

Petra jerked her head up from her focus on Madeline's fingers under her tights. Her face colored deep red.

Gloria saw Petra's hesitation, and now holding the leash, and being much less patient than Madeline, brought the leash down hard on Petra's bare buttock. Petra squealed and jumped. "Tell her! What were you looking at, you little slut?"

Gloria made as if to jerk the leash, but Petra looked up, to stop her. "No! Please." She looked back at Madeline's face. "I was looking at her fingering herself."

"And did you like watching that, Petra? Tell me the truth now. Remember: I know these things."

Petra hardly waited. "Yes I liked it."

"What was she doing? She was fingering herself? How else would you describe it?"

Petra's eyes slitted. "She was fucking herself."

Gloria smiled. "Yes, she was fucking herself. Did you want your fingers there, Petra?"

Petra nodded. "Yes Miss. I wanted my fingers there. Fucking her. I've wanted to do it for months."

"Oh you are a nasty girl, Petra. Just ask her, then. Maybe you'll get your wish."

Petra looked up at Madeline, who was spreading her legs her white tights encasing her pussy, her skirt hitched up, a line of wetness along the gusset of the tights. "Please, Miss, I want to fuck you. I want to taste your cunt, Miss, and make you cum. Make you cum hard. May I?"

Madeline smiled slowly and simply nodded. Petra moved closer, slid her hands up Madeline's thighs pushed her skirt up around her waist and tugged on her tights, unpeeling them. Under the tights, Madeline was wearing no panties. Petra, her face reddened from being ground into Gloria's pussy, now placed a kiss on Madeline's bare knee, then looked up at Madeline, smiling. Gloria smacked her ass with the leash. "Come on. We have plenty more to do to you."

Petra whimpered, and started to kiss Madeline's thighs as skilfully as she could. Her fingers pressed into the white flesh of Madeline's inner thighs, spreading her legs apart. Her attention was beautiful, measured and delicate, gradually increasing in intensity. Soon, Madeline was moaning herself, shifting her hips and looking down, her hands gripping the sides of the armchair she was seated in. Petra's tongue dipped into Madeline's slit, down to her pussyhole, diving in as deeply as it could go, then sliding up to her clit. The tip of her tongue lifted the younger woman's clit, then circled it, pressing against it. Two of her fingers parted her student's labia, then slowly sank into her pussy, slowly moving in and out, massaging inside, causing Madeline to jerk up, and close her eyes. Soon, there was nothing but ecstasy on Madeline's face. She erupted. Shaking like an earthquake, like a mortar shell had just dropped in the next room.

She subsided, and smiled out glassily. She extended a finger to Petra's glistening cheek. "Thank you honey."

Petra smiled. For a few minutes Gloria simply stood watching, looking down at her friends spent, pink-petalled pussy, and down at their music teacher who was gathering her own thoughts, looking up at the younger women and then down again.

"I'm..." Petra stopped. She looked up. "I'm so ashamed. What are you going to do to me? Are you going to ruin me? I have no idea what I'm going to do. I mean tomorrow, and the next day, and next week, and next month."

Gloria smiled down at her. "Oh don't worry about that. We'll tell you. After all, we own you, you realize? Besides we haven't finished. Where is your rope?"

Petra blushed, but didn't deny it. "It's in my bedroom. Across the hall. Bottom drawer of my dresser, under my sweaters."

In a few seconds Gloria returned, a coil of rope in one hand, and a crocheted shopping bag in the other. Petra blushed again when she saw the shopping bag. Gloria dropped the bag in Madeline's lap.

"Now stand up," Gloria said. "And come over to the piano." She pushed the piano bench out of the way. There were four long ropes, lovely braided nylon ropes. She tied one around each of Gloria's ankles and wrists. She looped the two ankle ropes around the feet of the piano, and pulled hard, gradually spreading Petra's legs, her ass leaning against the rounded edge of the closed piano keyboard. Petra breathed hard, pursed her lips. Then Gloria took the other ropes, the wrist ropes, over the back of the piano, so Petra was bent backward over the piano, her breasts thrust out, her mound pushed forward.

"What have we got there?" Gloria asked Madeline.

Madeline just walked over, one of her hands in the crocheted bag. A look of triumph on her face. She pulled out a soft flogger and passed it to her friend. She took out two nipple clamps, pincer clamps, and closed them over Petra's hard nipples, attached by a thin chain. The older woman gasped and jerked. "Ohhhhhhh. God. That hurts. God." She bit her lip, and growled under her breath. Gloria lifted the flogger and let it fall on Petra's mound. Her pussy was spread apart. Gloria kept dropping the flogger on Petra's mound; occasionally one of the strands would lick around and sting Petra's labia. The older woman would jerk, but not complain. Gradually, the skin of her mound reddened. Madeline watched for a while, still holding the crocheted bag, and then pulled out a strap-on dildo, her eyes full of witchery. She unzipped her skirt, and stood in her purple stretch top, naked from the waist down. She belted on the strap-on. Petra realized what was going to happen, her eyes widening, then they quickly glazed over. Gloria was not flicking the flogger on her mound rhythmically, every once in a while bringing it up between the older woman's legs against her cunt.

"Uhhn. Uhnn." she repeated each time she was struck. "oohhhhhhhwwwwwww." She thrashed her head from side to side. "Fuccccccccccckkk."

Gloria reached forward and pulled on the chain between Petra's nipples. She dropped it. Tears trickling down Petra's face. "Harder?" Gloria asked.

Petra simply nodded. Gloria brought the flogger up between Petra's legs. Then on her mound. Soon Petra was thrashing, humping the air, grunting loudly each time the flogger smacked her cuntlips. Gloria increased the pace.

"Fuck! Fuck! Please don't stop. Don't stop. Please make me cum. I'm cummmminggggggg!!!!!!!" Petra's body shook and thrust at the air and at the flogger as it landed over and over again firmly on her mound and clit, Petra jerking wildly, her ass lifting off the piano and then falling back against it.

"Out of the way," Madeline said, coolly pushing Gloria aside. She moved toward Petra, the shuddering, trembling Petra still shaking from her orgasm, the thick cock upturned, pointing straight at the older woman's cunt. Madeline touched the end of the cock against Petra's swollen pussy lips, and slid it down her slit all the way. Then up again. Then slowly, slowly, she pushed it inside her. It sank into the woman's dripping pussy so easily, splitting her apart, the thick realistic shaft and head moving deeper and deeper inside her. She started a slow fucking. In and out, the cock glistening. "Look at it, Petra. Look at me fucking you." Petra was almost delirious. Delirious with ecstasy. Delirious with agony. Exhausted. Trembling with aftershocks.

"Ohhhhhhh..." she gasped with a dying breath. She hissed as the cock sank deeper into her cunt. "I can't stand it. I can't stand it. I can't stand it."

Madeline just kept fucking her slowly. Her lovely athletic friend moved behind her and slipped her hands over Madeline's breasts, massaging them while Madeline was fucking Petra. Petra was shaking like a ragdoll now. Her breath coming fast.

Madeline turned her head back to her taller friend. "I think she's going to cum again," she said, speaking as Petra was not even there, simply an object they could observe and comment on. Very quickly, Petra started to cry out regularly, faster and faster, starting to fuck back. Madeline kept her rhythm. Then Petra shuddered. Groaned. She screamed out hoarsely, almost voicelessly. Then she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes were sunk deeply, wildly, in their sockets. She could not speak.

Madeline thrust the strap-on one last time deep into her teacher, then unbuckled it, leaving it hanging there, out of Petra's cunt, the belt hanging down the older woman's thighs, swaying as the fucked woman shuddered still, spasmed uncontrollably.

"Your turn," Madeline said to Gloria.

"You are too fucking much," Gloria said. She wasted no time, but stepped in front of Petra and buckled the strap-on around her waist, the fake cock still inside the bound woman. Then she started her fucking.

Petra was writhing now, twisting her body, wrenching back and forth. "Please no please no please I can't take any more no no no!!!"

But she ran out of breath; she had almost none left. But her cunt wouldn't stop. As Gloria continued fucking her with the strap-on, her cunt continued to respond. Soon she was shuddering again. Cumming again. Reduced to an animal. Primitive.

This time after she came she crumpled back against the piano, her body limp, simply held up by the ropes. Every few seconds she would jerk as an aftershock rolled through her. Gloria pulled out. The cock head was standing straight out from her crotch, glistening. Madeline moved over and straddled it, guiding it into her own pussy, screaming with delight as Gloria fucked it in and out of her cunt. "Oh yes Glo fuck me fuck me come on fuck me hard. Yessssssssssssssss!" She bucked to orgasm, then crumpled, grinning, around Gloria's shoulders. After half a minute she slowly slid off the hard cock, sucking in air as she did so. She collapsed back on the armchair. Petra was leaning back on the piano still. Her eyes were closed, and she was still breathing hard. The chain of the nipple clamps hung down in a semi-circle.

Gloria untied Petra's legs, and the older woman unsteadily closed them. The only sound Petra made was a gasp when Gloria undid the nipple clamps. Then she undid the wrists, and put her arms around the quivering, spent woman and guided her over to the couch under the window. Petra's long hair was plastered to the side of her face and her neck. Her breasts were raw, her pussy lips were vivid pink. Tender. Gloria just touched them and Petra jerked, her eyes opening briefly before she subsided into her trance again.

Madeline appeared with a blanket and placed it over the supine figure of her music teacher.

They ordered some Chinese food.

"What are we going to do now?" Madeline said.

Gloria gave a smug smile and walked over to the bag she had placed on the table beside the piano. She pulled out her video camera. "I think I got almost everything on tape."

"Holy fuck." Madeline could see the possibilities. "You are the awesome one, Glo. Can we edit it. It would make a lovely tape to show anyone, just in case. You know? Can you do that."

"Fucking right. I can do it right here, now. I brought the cables in my case. I'll use her vcr. We don't need to go anywhere tonight, do we?"

Madeline looked over at the now sleeping music teacher. The Chinese food arrived. Gloria worked away. After about three hours Petra awoke. She was disoriented, wanting to believe it had all been a dream. Then she saw the two young women, Madeline flipping through magazines, in her tights and top, but no skirt, and Gloria working at the vcr and television. Madeline went and sat on the couch next to her music professor, and stroked her hair. "How are you feeling now, Petra. You were wonderful, you know."

Petra smiled briefly, then her eyes looked up, full of questions. "What are you going to do with me? What do you want? Are you going to go? What if I tell the police?"

"Oh you won't want to tell the police, will you, Petra? Because if you do, we won't do this again."

Petra's face started to discompose and she sank her head into her arms on the couch.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Reading about it. You've read all about this, haven't you, Petra? You've got books. You've daydreamed about being used like this, haven't you?"

Petra's eyes betrayed her. She nodded. "Yes."

"You would like us to use you again wouldn't you? Ask politely. Do you realize how many times in your life you might get this opportunity?"

Petra nodded, then blushed deeply. "Would you do that? Would you do this again? Could we do that? Would it work?"

Madeline nodded. "Oh yes. Of course we will. From now on, you are ours. Isn't she, Glo?"

Gloria grinned. "I think we should show her something. Petra, this is just in case you have second thoughts. We just want you to see something. See how beautiful you were."

Gloria turned the television to face the other pair. It showed the edited scene, Petra begging to kiss Madeline's toes, then licking Gloria's cunt, then asking Madeline to fuck her pussy. Then cumming over and over again tied to the piano.

"Pretty incriminating, isn't it, Petra? But we won't need to use it, will we?"

Petra shook her head. She blurted out. "Can I have my own copy?" She had no shame now.

"Of course," Gloria said. "But first I want you to do something."

Petra looked up, her soft brown eyes pleading almost, willing to do anything.

Gloria looked down at her lying on the couch. "Kiss Madeline's feet."

Petra smiled, and got down off the couch eagerly, the blanket slipping off her naked body. She placed her lips on Madeline's bare toes, then over the rest of her feet, soft butterfly kisses. She smiled up at Madeline. Madeline smiled at the bliss in the older woman's eyes. "Anything else, Miss?"

The next day, their music teacher asked Madeline if she could buy her a pair of shoes. She blushed hopefully as she asked. The following weekend she took the younger girls to Cape Cod, and wore one of Gloria's hockey skirts and t-shirts the entire time, and did everything the younger woman wanted. She was completely used again. Shamelessly. And so on, all year long. In June, Gloria graduated, and went to Columbia to grad school. Madeline returned to Melville the following September, after summer in sweltering Pittsburgh. But it wasn't the same without Gloria, and the bond between her and Petra lost its intensity, transformed into a poignant friendship between teacher and student.


***

Now, Madeline was married, with a three-year old. But every time she saw Gloria on the television, the memory flooded back. Gloria had called it the "year of fucking dangerously". A year when their lives had collided, orbited around each other, then spun off into space again. The news on television was over. Madeline lifted her bare feet up onto the coffee table and wiggled her toes. She wiped away a tear and reached into her bag. It was a new week. Time for a new color.

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