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By coincidence or parental scheme, Jerry was back in his hometown around the time of his twenty-year high school reunion. Since he escaped to the West Coast from that suburb, he hadn’t been back, preferring to visit his parents when they were in Florida for the winter. But they were on a cruise and asked him to return to his childhood home to take care of their dog for a couple of weeks. Although he wouldn’t have made the trip for the reunion, as long as he was there, he figured he might as well make the best of it.It was a small town, so there was no avoiding running into people he hadn’t seen in two decades. Penelope had likely heard he was around, so figured out who he was before he recognized the older version of her.The change in her appearance from vice-president of the chess club to science teacher was not dramatic. Perhaps no longer as skinny or shy, she evoked ordinary respectability with her conservative pantsuit and average looks. It turned out she was also the faculty advisor for the chess club. Jerry had been president and the best player of his year and still played a solid game.“You could talk to the kids about things that chess taught you that were useful in life. I try to tell them, but I’m just a teacher who grew up in this town,” she explained why she wanted him to come to the next meeting. “Some of them have a lot of potential and I want them to have greater aspirations.”“The fact that you care about them makes you a great teacher,” he assured her. She had always been a thoughtful friend. “I’ll find something to say to make an impression.”“One more thing…,” her voice betrayed some subtext. “I want you to play the best student in a speed chess game. They mostly play each other, so I want to show them how good they are.”“Fine,” he agreed, “I’ll take it easy on him.”“No you won’t,” Penny objected. “I expect you to win. I want the students to see how a real competitor plays.”She gave him a sly smile. “In fact…, do you remember that night?”Of course, he remembered it. He and Penny were friends in high school. She was the only female in the chess club. They never thought of each other romantically, but they did play the senior high school version of “doctor”. Never touching each other, each examined the other’s body—in the name of science, of course! They even masturbated together a few times, which was certainly educational for two virgin nerds.By “that night”, she meant the last time. They had decided to climax for each other. Penny went first and in the aftermath, both were more excited than they had ever been together.Jerry was approaching his peak when she blurted out, “I want to taste it!” The idea made him erupt and he milked a substantial pool onto his belly. It would be a violation of their established rules for the activity and both recognized that their emotions were pushing them into a danger zone.“You first,” she suggested, staring at the mysterious fluid.But Jerry had never tasted his semen, and the idea disgusted him. He didn’t understand why anyone would eat it but had seen pornstars who seemed to love it. When Penelope said she wanted to, he thought he was going to learn why.“Eww, no,” he said. ‘Women do that; men don’t.”“Well if you’re not going to, then neither am I,” Penny recanted. Both swimming in post-orgasmic bliss, they weren’t in the mood to argue, so it never happened, and that ended their anatomy lessons.“So-o,” her voice brought him back from his memory. “If you don’t win, I get to watch you eat your cum,” she grinned.He had long ago rescinded the taboo of consuming his emissions, whether incidentally or deliberately, from the face, tits, or pussy of a partner or elsewhere. “Alright,” he laughed, “but if I win, you have to eat it.”Her frowning nod suggested she hadn’t expected that twist. He considered but dismissed the idea that she was still a virgin and hadn’t yet had the experience. But her manner gave no hints of the degree or direction of her sexuality.The stakes were inconsequential, of course, and even offered the possibility of revisiting what was an important relationship of his youth. They nonetheless disquieted him as he met and talked with the students. He did a passable job, explaining how thinking several moves ahead, considering moves that seem bad at first, learning from games other people have played, and looking at the board from the other person’s perspective, were all things you need to do in life. As Penny had hoped, they seemed to pay more attention when he said those things than when their prosaic Ataşehir Escort teacher did.Unlike his high school days, there were almost as many girls as boys in the group. When their best player rose to sit opposite him for the game, there was a surprise. Nicole was a freckle-faced lass with a cascade of curly red hair. Her demeanor and jersey with the school colors and tiger mascot marked her as a cheerleader.The circumstances had him off-balance, and he imagined Penny giggling inside. His opponent played quickly and methodically, going through a standard opening. When it got to the point where a player would usually make one of two moves, she made a different one. He at first thought it was an error, but two moves later, he realized she had chosen a less common variant.If it weren’t for the time pressure, he would have made a detailed analysis to recall how that variation should be handled; instead, he made what he thought was a safe move. Her classmates reacted, which made him look more carefully at the board.She seemed to be reassuring herself that he wasn’t luring her into a trap before she made the proper response, taking his bishop. He battled back, but she maintained her advantage and increased it. A couple of attempts to lure her into making a mistake failed, costing him even more.When she took his queen, he knew it was over. “If this were a tournament, I would resign at this point. Unless you make a big blunder, you won’t lose, although I might be able to get a draw if you aren’t careful.” He tried to salvage a little dignity. “But put my queen back and look for a different move.”She scanned the board and her eyes grew wide as she checked that the unconventional move would work. She took a pawn instead.“Congratulations!” he said, knocking over his king and extending his hand. “That’s a guaranteed win. Without the protection of that pawn, you can force checkmate in four moves even with my queen.” She beamed as the class applauded her victory.That evening, he met Penny for dinner at the local coffee shop, an unexpected choice because the menu was breakfast and lunch fare.“Your usual table, dear?” the waitress asked her, eyeing Jerry curiously.“Thanks, Marge,” she replied and led him to the back—and into the kitchen. There was a small table in the corner.“I brought a friend,” she announced. “He lives in San Francisco, so he can appreciate your artistry, Chef Kwan.”“Very good!” the cook beamed. “Is Szechuan OK?”“As hot as Penny can handle,” Jerry grinned.They were presented with a sequence of dishes that would rival the best of the Bay Area.“People around here don’t appreciate food like this, so he serves them what they like out there,” Penny gestured to the dining area. “He’s nice enough to share what he cooks for himself and his family, and even prepares dinners for me on special occasions.”Jerry’s neck warmed at being a special occasion for her. As they ate, she explained how she liked many things about being a teacher in a small town.“Dating was a problem, though,” she recalled. “I didn’t want to settle down, but the way people gossip, I knew I couldn’t be dating local guys. Fortunately, the internet provided a solution. I meet guys from elsewhere online and we get together beyond the prying eyes of Springfield.”“Am I causing some unwanted attention for you?” Jerry wondered.“You’re already front-page news,” she laughed. “But people know we’re old friends. When you leave, things will quickly return to the same old same old.”He insisted on paying the San Francisco price for the meal plus a generous tip, but the Chef appreciated his honest praise even more.“We’ll have dessert at my place,” she whispered as they rose to leave.The two got comfortable on the couch over ginger mint tea.“Sometimes I wish we had gotten together back then,” she sighed. “I know we weren’t ready and it probably wouldn’t have worked out, but it would have been so easy to fall in love with you. Until….”“I just wasn’t as adventurous as you,” Jerry conceded. “Of course, if we had, I might never have gotten out of this place.” He immediately felt bad for saying so.“No, I understand,” Penny kissed his cheek. “The things I like here aren’t what you want.”They cuddled in silence for a few moments, thinking about what might have been.“Alright, time for you to pay up!” Penny broke the spell, poking him in the ribs. “You’re going to eat your jizz!”Jerry knew better than to protest this time.She stood up and pushed him to lay on the couch. After unbuckling Ataşehir Escort Bayan his belt and unzipping his pants, she started unbuttoning his shirt.“Pull those down,” she ordered.He was uncertain how to proceed, but his organ was already inflating when it felt the open air. The issue was settled when she knelt on the floor and seized his shaft.“It’s bigger than I remember,” she teased as her fingers gently pumped it. “And it’s still growing!” she added in mock amazement.Satisfied to let her lead the way, Jerry relaxed and enjoyed the warmth she was inspiring in his genitals. He had assumed he would have to jerk himself off, but this was better!And better yet! When he reached his full stiffness, Penny leaned over and took the head between her lips. He stroked her hair, giving a long sigh of appreciation. Gradually taking more of him into her mouth freed her hand to massage his balls and taint. Her saliva coated his cock and she began bobbing her head.She sucked hard and withdrew from it, smacking her lips. “I want you to make a big load,” she grinned, returning to her slow, deliberate stimulation.“I’ll do my best,” Jerry chuckled, trying not to think about its ultimate destination.Although she didn’t enter his asshole, she pressed two fingers in toward his prostate. The circular massage inspired a moan that confirmed she was on target. Her tongue on his shaft had him ready to explode.“I’m gonna cum,” he warned.She lifted her head and left him twitching. “Not yet,” she said, pulling his nuts to move him away from the edge. Rubbing his chest, she mused, “How far can I make you shoot?”Judging the urgency had passed, she resumed her licking and sucking and squeezing and pumping.Before long he repeated his alert.“Not until I give you permission!” she barked when she immediately stopped. Her voice and look were remarkably stern.Familiar with this genre, Jerry whimpered and played along. “Please, may I cum?” he begged the next time she had him approaching the peak.“No!” she halted, giving his dancing pole a sharp slap, pushing him away from the brink.She drove him crazy, repeating the process until it finally occurred to him what she wanted to hear.“Oh, please, let me cum,” he whined in desperation when he was no longer sure he could stop himself. “I promise I’ll swallow every drop!”Her tight grip on his balls kept him in check as her evil grin showed she had heard what she wanted. He had expected a handjob—from his hand or hers—but she descended on him, furiously sucking.Technically, she had not spoken her consent, but both knew there was no way for him to resist that onslaught. He grunted and groaned as his body spasmed, shooting up into her mouth again and again. He bucked on the couch as the pleasure ricocheted through him. She stroked his swollen balls and taint, demanding every drop.When he finally stopped spurting, she slowly withdrew his rod, her lips a tight seal as she ensured none would escape. She paused, only the bulb between her lips, and gave the shaft a last few squeezes before neatly extracting it with a kiss.In orgasmic stupor, Jerry was slow to notice her moving up his body and leaning over his face. A kiss was perfectly natural at a time like this. But when her lips opened his, he felt the creamy liquid gush inside. Her coated tongue painted his and the unmistakable taste filled his mouth. While she was repeatedly edging him, he had lost track of the expectation that she would make him spurt onto his chest so he could eat it.Only when his climax had faded did he realize that they had both completed their earlier exploration and tasted his semen. Satisfied that he had paid off the bet, she broke the kiss.“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” she giggled. Before he had a chance to offer to reciprocate, she continued, “I think I have something to get that taste out of your mouth.”Standing, she turned away; with a quick movement, she pushed down her slacks and panties. As she leaned back, Jerry stared up at her ass and pussy. More than happy to return the favor, he licked his lips as she lowered herself onto his face.Her fragrance and dampness disclosed her excitement from the first act. Jerry used his lips and tongue to increase it. Her nether lips were shaved smooth, but she had a landing strip to tickle his nose. Seeking her clit, his tongue discovered a pair of smooth balls—she was pierced! The chess club would be astonished!He focused on that spot when it was within reach, but Penny squirmed to ensure Escort Ataşehir he attended to every fold and wrinkle as he worked. The drizzle of her delicious fluids washed the taste of his own from his mouth.Her long groan and quaking thighs marked her first detonation, but she continued on. Several times, she edged herself or climaxed at her discretion while Jerry applied his skills. It was a position he enjoyed. Although his air might be cut off as a woman wiggled in delight, he knew how to tilt his head and manage his oxygen.The third time he found himself gasping, he realized she was intentionally smothering him. Waiting for him to recover and take a deep breath, she replanted herself, testing his limits. He didn’t panic, and she lifted just as he was deciding to raise his arm.“I see you’ve done this before,” she noted his breathing technique and lack of distress. “And apparently liked it!” Her hand fondled his fully resuscitated dick.She did it twice more, the last time the longest, and he was sure she climaxed as he struggled, drenching his face. Getting up as his chest heaved and his heart raced, she knelt next to him and looked deep into his eyes.“Jerry, you may be the only one I trust enough to show this to,” she said. “Take your clothes off and wait for me to call you.” She rose and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving him to catch his breath, metaphorically as well as literally.He finished undressing and looked around the modest apartment. School-related pictures and memorabilia decorated the spare furnishings. A high school teacher couldn’t afford many luxuries.“Come here,” her voice rang out after a few minutes.Stepping into her bedroom, his eyes were drawn to the bed. The blankets were gone. Two leather cuffs were attached by ropes to the headboard; two more, to the footboard. She had stood behind the door as he entered, so he didn’t see her until the door clicked shut behind him.He was stunned by the sight of her. A black lace quarter-cup bra hoisted her average breasts into cleavage and exposed her—pierced!—nipples. A matching garter belt held up sheer black stockings. Pantyless, her neat patch of pubes was in plain sight.She paced around him, her high heels clacking on the wood floor, using a riding crop to trace over his chest and ass as she inspected his body.“You will address me as ‘Queen’. Not ‘my queen’ for I am certainly not yours. You are ‘Drone’. You are here to serve me. I will use you however I like for my enjoyment.” She paused in front of him and he stared at his transformed friend, finally closing his mouth, which had been open in disbelief.“You will do exactly….” She poked his chest with the crop. “What I command….” She flicked the head of his now rigid penis with the shaft of the crop. “Without question or hesitation.” She tapped the leather tongue against each testicle.She continued her steps to his side, adding “Or you will be punished.” He jolted as a stinging blow landed on his ass. “Understood?”“Yes, m-Queen.” He hoped he cut off the forbidden word fast enough.“Get on the bed,” she ordered. He quickly complied, stretching his arms and legs to the waiting restraints without being told.“I have found a variety of friends online with whom I enjoy this kind of activity,” Penny explained as she fastened the cuffs to his wrists and ankles. “They aren’t from around here, so we meet elsewhere. They are discreet and fulsome with their tribute.” She adjusted the ropes to remove the slack. When she finished, she looked over him with a satisfied smile, noting his pole pointing upward.Without warning, she swung the crop and delivered a shaft blow across his belly. More in surprise than pain, Jerry’s arms and legs jerked futilely against his bonds as he croaked.“Good. I want to be sure you’re secure,” she smiled tauntingly.“I don’t do it for the gifts,” she said as she retrieved something from her dresser. “I could make more money doing it full-time, but I’m a teacher, and this is just my sex life.”Getting on the bed, she knelt between his legs. “It started as dating and I learned some guys like it, and I like it, so I do it.” She leaned over him, her nipples just tickling his chest hair. “I have a few girlfriends, too!”Her eyes were bright with excitement and Jerry could not help but smile in admiration. “Penny, you are marvelous!” he exclaimed, then realized he was out of character and added, “Sorry. I mean Queen.”She laughed. “It’s alright. I’m blurring boundaries here.” Laying on him for a full-body hug, she sighed, “It’s so good to be able to talk to someone about it. The only ones who know this side of me are the drones.”She gave him a long deep kiss before getting back to her knees between his. “You know, only the most loyal and generous drones have a chance to get what I’m giving you.”“Thank you, Queen,” he gushed. “I’m not worthy.”
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