﻿I Love Sucking Cock
by Pan



Genre: Mind Control
Status: Completed
Published: 2012-03-16 03:13:17
Updated: 2019-12-27 19:07:51
Packaged: 2020-03-04 22:37:55
Rating: Much Sex
Chapters: 5
Words: 11,772
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: https://storiesonline.net/s/70637
Author URL: https://storiesonline.net/a/pan
Summary: Harry finds a note under his chair, informing him that his teacher loves sucking cock. When he asks her about it after class, she assures him that yes, she does love sucking cock. She loves sucking cock very much.





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5



	Chapter 1

He found the note taped under his chair. It was about the size of a business card, and it read (in very neat handwriting) "Mrs Jenkins loves sucking cock."

Mrs Jenkins was his teacher. Economics, third period, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. It was dull, which is why his hands had started wandering, but Mrs Jenkins was easy on the eye, which made it easier to sit through.

He flipped the note over. There was nothing on the back. It looked like it had been ripped out of a notebook, which made sense, but... -

"Harry Campbell! Are you passing notes in class?"

Harry looked up guiltily. Mrs Jenkins had seen him examining the note. He was only a year away from graduating - the other teachers had started to treat the senior class like adults, but Mrs Jenkins used the same teaching methods for every student in every class she taught, whether they were 12 or 17.

This was partly because she was clearly in her first year of teaching, but mostly to try to create a bit of distance between her and the students. Mrs Jenkins couldn't have been more than 5 years older than Harry, and treated the class like children to give herself more authority. That was why she dressed so formally, and (Harry theorised) why she introduced herself as "Mrs" Jenkins, despite the lack of a wedding ring.

Mrs Jenkins stormed over to Harry's desk, and snatched the note out of his hand. She read over it, and a look of bewilderment crossed her face. Harry braced himself for the tirade he'd seen her deliver to other students in the class, but it didn't come.

"See me after class," she said, and that was that.

The rest of the lesson passed uneventfully - Harry couldn't help but wonder if the note-writer had been a bored student like him, spending the class staring at Mrs Jenkins, wondering if she did, indeed, suck cock. She certainly had the lips for it - full, with a large and expressive mouth. Watching her carefully, she did seem to lick her lips quite a lot, but that was hardly a strong indicator.

It was easy to imagine - Mrs Jenkins, despite her attempts to conceal it, clearly had a great body. The end of the class came quickly, and Harry stayed in his seat, wondering what disproportionate punishment Mrs Jenkins would hand out.

She approached his desk, and put the note down, face-up. Harry stared at it, and braced himself for the worst.

"How did you know?", she asked.

Harry hadn't been expecting this. He looked up, and was surprised to discover that she wasn't looking angry, just curious.

"What?"

"The note. How did you know?"

Harry stared at her, his mouth open. She stared back at him, equally intensely. There was a few minutes of silence, before Harry broke it.

"You ... you're saying you ... you love..."

"I love sucking cock, that's right."

This was completely unlike any interaction Harry had ever had with Mrs Jenkins. Or any teacher, in fact. He looked around cautiously, wondering if this was some kind of prank, or trap.

After another brief pause, Mrs Jenkins continued.

"Would you like me to suck yours?"

Harry must have nodded, because Mrs Jenkins was immediately on her knees, with one hand unzipping his pants, and the other removing her glasses. Still in a daze, Harry moved his chair backwards, out from his desk, to allow her easier access.

Mrs Jenkins had a huge smile as she pulled Harry's cock out of his pants. She looked up at him, with her big blue eyes, and blinked slowly.

"I love sucking cock," she said, so briefly and so quietly that Harry wasn't sure if he'd imagined it, and then she began.

Harry had never had his cock sucked before. He and his girlfriend Clare had fooled around before - his hands up her top, her hands down his pants, and just once, both at once - but they hadn't reached second base, so he had no basis for comparison. But he was pretty sure that the blow-job Mrs Jenkinson was enthusiastically performing was amazing.

She alternated between her hands grasping his shaft while she massaged his head with her tongue, and deep-throating him, her lips against his pubic hair, her throat enthusiastically working his cock. The whole time, her eyes never left his, large and wide open, staring up at him for approval, making sure that he was enjoying her administrations.

Harry, still blown away by what was happening - one minute he was worried about detention, the next his teacher's mouth was around his cock - wasn't keeping track of the time, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before he came. He held the side of his chair and his teacher's head as he ejaculated into her mouth - her wide eyes opened even more in surprise, but she didn't miss a beat, and her tongue didn't stop until he was done.

Mrs Jenkinson swallowed, and knelt in front of Harry patiently as he caught his breath. She helped him do up his pants again, then stood as Harry thanked her profusely.

"That's okay Harry," she said. "I love sucking cock!"

* * *

Tuesday seemed to drag for Harry, so impatient was he for Mrs Jenkins' next class. He didn't tell his girlfriend about what had happened - partially out of guilt, but mostly because he just didn't think that she'd believe him. He saw Mrs Jenkins twice in passing, but she didn't act as if anything was different - in fact, she didn't acknowledge him at all.

Harry still didn't understand what had happened on Monday morning. The only interpretation that made any sense was the obvious one - his teacher loved sucking cock, even if it belonged to one of her students. Every other explanation involved either mind rays, alien intervention, blackmail, or Harry and his cock being irresistibly attractive, which 17 years of experience had told Harry was not the case.

Wednesday morning, Harry entered the Economics classroom with an equal mix of eager anticipation and dread in his heart. Mrs Jenkins didn't acknowledge him particularly, and when Harry checked under his chair, there was nothing there. If she was just an obsessive cock-sucker, maybe she was using the notes to advertise the fact? Or maybe another classmate had discovered the truth and decided to share the good news?

The class dragged more than Tuesday had - the hour of market theory seemed to last more than a week, but when it finally finished, he stayed around again.

"Oh, hello Harry." Mrs Jenkins said dispassionately, upon seeing him approach her desk. "Did you have a question about the class?"

Harry didn't reply. He realised, for the first time, that he could have completely imagined Monday's events. Perhaps he had dreamt it, made the whole thing up, and mentioning anything would get him suspended or expelled. He tried to come up with a question that related to anything Mrs Jenkins had been talking about for the past sixty minutes, but he'd spent the entire class imagining her on her knees again.

"Or," she said, her face lighting up, "did you want me to suck your cock again?"

Harry, still lost for words, just nodded, and again marvelled at the speed at which Mrs Jenkins got on her knees and had his pants around his ankles.

"Mmmm," she said, savouring the smell of his rapidly hardening penis. "I just love sucking cock!"

Her mouth was as good as Harry had remembered it, but having cum in her mouth just two days before (and twice by his own hand since, just thinking about it) he didn't come within the first few minutes, and was able to enjoy the sensations.

"Oh god," he said, the first words he'd said to her all day. "You're amazing."

Mrs Jenkins paused briefly, taking Harry's cock out of her mouth and looking up at him with a smile.

"Thanks! I love sucking cock."

He groaned as she continued her efforts. She never took her eyes off him, and it wasn't long before he came in her mouth.

She swallowed it, they thanked each other, and Harry left the classroom. He looked back as he exited, but Mrs Jenkins was just sitting at her desk, marking papers as if nothing had happened.

* * *

Thursday night was date night. Harry's girlfriend, Claire, picked him up at the usual time, and they went to get some fast food. Their town had a retro-themed cafe; where hot dogs and milk shakes could be ordered, and waiters on roller-skates would bring it to the car.

They parked and ordered, and got to chatting. Claire was Harry's first real girlfriend, with much more sexual experience than him. They'd been together for a few months, and were taking it at a leisurely pace, but he knew that she would be a good person to ask.

"Hey Claire," he started nervously. "Do you like sucking cock?"

Claire raised one eyebrow.

"There are more romantic ways to woo a girl, y'know?"

"No no," Harry spluttered, realising how it must have come out. "I just mean ... generally. Do you enjoy it?"

"Well sure," she replied, after a few minutes thought. "I mean, if the guy likes it. I like ... and don't take this the wrong way ... but I like that."

"Okay, cool."

"Why? Do you want to try it?"

Harry replied automatically, his mind elsewhere.

"No."

The food arrived, and they ate in silence, Harry's mind processing all this new information, Claire staring at her boyfriend, a half-smile on her face.

"If someone asked you..." Harry started. Claire lent forward in anticipation. "If someone asked you to suck their cock who you weren't dating, would you?"

"No! Harry!!"

"Okay. Cool."

* * *

Friday morning, Harry decided to try something out. He waited until class ended, and approached Mrs Jenkins' desk. She was still marking papers, but looked up as he approached.

"Mr Campbell! These visits are becoming quite the routine."

"Do you have a minute, Mrs Jenkins?"

"That depends on what it is, I've got to get through these papers."

"I was just wondering..."

Harry faltered once more. Despite the two spirited blow-jobs he'd received in the past week, he was still nervous about getting in trouble. Mrs Jenkins stared at him through her glasses, her cool blue eyes giving nothing away.

"I was wondering if you'd marked my paper yet?"

Mrs Jenkins looked down at the pile.

"Not yet, Mr Campbell. It's too late to make any adjustments, you know that."

"I know, Mrs Jenkins, but I was just wondering..."

He gulped, and summoned up his courage.

"I was just wondering if you could give me an A."

Mrs Jenkins stared at him. Harry met her gaze. This was the moment of truth.

"I heard ... I heard that you love giving A's."

There was a long pause, and for a brief moment, Harry thought that he had gotten away with it. Then Mrs Jenkins snorted.

"Harry, that is the most ridiculous thing I've heard all day. I am certainly not going to give you an A. Now if there's nothing else, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

Harry nodded, and started to turn away. Then, like a sun coming out from behind a cloud, Mrs Jenkins' entire persona changed. Her eyes lit up, she smiled (probably for the first time since Wednesday morning) and there was a slight lilt in her voice that hadn't been there before.

"Unless, of course, you'd like me to suck your cock. I do love sucking cock."


	Chapter 2

**I Love Sucking Clit**

Three things slowly increased in the following week: Harry's confidence asking for oral sex from his teacher, Harry's stamina, and Harry's guilt over what he was doing. Harry and Claire had a great relationship, always had, and the blow-jobs that Mrs Jenkins enthusiastically gave out on Monday and Wednesday were starting to make him feel bad. Date night came along, and Harry decided that it was time he told Claire what was happening.

He was prepared to be dumped. He hoped that she wouldn't go public; Mrs Jenkins may have sometimes been a bitch, but she certainly didn't deserve to lose her job, and any residual ill-will that Harry had felt was more than countered by her enthusiasm and love of sucking cock.

They were seated in the back of Claire's car, waiting for the waitress to deliver their order of curly fries when Harry summoned the courage to be honest about his cheating.

"Claire, I have something to tell you..."

Claire turned to look at him, surprised by his earnest tone and demeanour. They'd been seeing each other for two months now, maybe a bit over, and she liked him plenty. Harry was simple - her last relationship had been with your typical "bad boy", and dating Harry was ... nice. It was relaxing. It was simple.

What could he have done that had him so worried?

"For the past two weeks, I've ... oh geez, this is bad."

Claire reached out her hand to hold his, intrigued. Except for last week, when he'd asked about her taste for blow-jobs, Harry had never once said anything out of the ordinary, never broken their weekly routine of food, a film, and a few minutes of goodnight kissing as she dropped him off.

"For the past two weeks, I've been getting oral sex from Mrs Jenkins after class. I'm really sorry, I'm not a cheating kind of guy ... it all happened so suddenly, I just couldn't... -"

Harry continued to apologise as Claire processed what he was saying. Mrs Jenkins was the bitchy new girl, the only teacher in the school who would write someone up for having a skirt too high. All the male teachers turned a blind eye, and the female teachers knew that it wasn't worth the fuss. Mrs Jenkins, however ... blowing Harry? He must be...

Claire looked up and made eye-contact with Harry. He looked completely serious as he explained that he'd found a note, or written a note or something. She cut off his apologies with a peal of laughter.

"Oh wow, you almost had me there!" Claire giggled. "Yeah, I've got something to tell you, too ... Captain Jack has been going down on me for the last six months. I just couldn't stop him, the rascal..."

She couldn't believe his commitment to the joke. In fact, as he didn't grin or smile or let up at all, she literally couldn't believe his commitment to the joke. His expression hadn't changed, he hadn't lost any sincerity or guilt. Claire stopped laughing.

There was a pause, as the young couple stared at each other.

"I'm so sorry, Claire. I didn't mean to... -" "Wait, are you being serious? You've been ... you mean ... for the last week, Mrs Jenkins has been going down on you?" "Two weeks. It all happened so fast!" "No, but seriously. Mrs Jenkins??" "Yeah, it's... -" "For real??" "Yeah... -" "No way!"

Claire stared at Harry, and a silence filled the small car before being broken by the waitress tapping on the window.

As she skated away, Claire munched on curly fries thoughtfully, while Harry just stared at her worriedly. When the box was finished, she had a sip of Harry's coke and turned to him.

"You're serious about this, yeah?" she asked. "Yeah. Are you mad?" "I'm not sure what I am yet. Tell me everything."

After dropping Harry home, Claire's brain was buzzing with the story Harry had just shared. Her simple, predictable, borderline boring boyfriend had just provided her with one of the strangest dates of her life. More than a few things struck her as strange about the scenario, but none as much as the fact that she wasn't angry, and she didn't feel betrayed. She was just curious, and (though she certainly wasn't going to admit this to Harry) more than a little bit aroused.

* * *

As arranged, Claire was waiting outside Harry's economics room when class ended the next morning. After everyone but Harry and Mrs Jenkins had left the room, Harry came and let her in, and the two of them stood in front of Mrs Jenkins' desk together.

"Hello again Harry. Who's this?"

Claire bristled slightly. She'd met Mrs Jenkins at least half a dozen time, most recently when Mrs Jenkins had specifically asked for her name, to write her up for uniform non-compliance. Harry didn't notice this at all, and simply introduced her as "a friend."

"I'm his girlfriend, actually." Claire added. "We're dating." "Good for you. What can I do for the pair of you?"

Harry glanced nervously at Claire, who widened her eyes insistently and nodded. He wasn't sure whether the presence of another person in the room - his girlfriend, at that - would affect anything, but the whole situation was so strange that asking was the only way of knowing.

"I was wondering if you wanted to ... um..."

The words died in his throat, and Claire took over.

"Harry was wondering if you'd suck his cock. I've heard that you really love sucking cock."

There was a nervous pause, as Claire wondered if this was some elaborate trap by Harry to get her expelled, and Harry stared at his girlfriend, shocked by her fearlessness, but Mrs Jenkins didn't take long to respond.

"Oh, yes! I do love sucking cock."

Mrs Jenkins got out from behind the desk, and knelt down in front of Harry before stopping to look up at Claire.

"I hope you don't mind. If you'd rather go first..." "No no," Claire responded quickly. "Please, go right ahead."

Harry, for the umpteenth time in two weeks, couldn't believe his luck. Not only was he getting an exquisite blowjob from the hottest teacher in his school, but it was happening while his equally sexy girlfriend stood next to him and watched, entranced. His eyes soon rolled back in pleasure as he tuned out anything that wasn't the set of lips around his dick, or the hand alternately playing with his balls or running up and down his shaft.

Claire just watched as Mrs Jenkins' expert lips brought her boyfriend off. After he'd finished cumming in her mouth, Harry zipped up his pants and Mrs Jenkins swallowed, and turned to Claire.

"I do apologise - I should have asked if you wanted to share his semen."

Claire politely assured her that she was fine, and accompanied Harry out of the room, her head spinning.

* * *

The weekend passed uneventfully. Claire spent most of her hours online, trying to find anything she could about unusual teacher behaviour, Mrs Jenkins' past, sex addicts ... anything that could provide a clue as to what the hell was happening between her boyfriend and his teacher. The closest she got was a collection of erotic stories about teachers, brainwashed into performing sexual acts on students. They were clearly marked as fiction though, and while she enjoyed them so much that it made her uncomfortable, it brought her no closer to understanding what was happening.

Harry, for his part, spent the majority of his weekend replaying Friday morning in his mind, over and over again, and a small part of his time changing his sheets.

Monday morning, after Harry's Economics class had ended, Claire was waiting there again. It went down as it had on Friday - after a brief chat, Mrs Jenkins went down on Harry while Claire watched. Wednesday was much the same, except that Claire asked a few questions about technique, which Mrs Jenkins was happy to answer.

On Thursday night, when Claire came to pick Harry up as usual, he couldn't help but notice that she was dressed ... differently. She always looked good, but it seemed like on this night, she had dressed particularly to impress. Looking closely, he could see that she even seemed to be wearing some subtle make-up.

"Hey you." Claire said as he got in the car. "Burgers?"

Harry just nodded, and they drove in silence.

After ordering and parking, Harry couldn't hold his questions in any longer.

"Claire ... I've got to know. What's going on?" "Well," Claire replied slowly, "I've just parked the car, and in a few minutes ... unless something goes seriously, seriously wrong ... someone is going to bring us our food." "No, that's ... that's not what I mean. Why aren't you mad about Mrs Jenkins? Why ... what ... why have you been coming along and watching? Are we going to break up? Are you going to report her?"

Claire laughed, and held a single finger to her lips.

"Harry, I've no idea what's going on. I don't know why Mrs Jenkins is doing what she's doing, and I don't even know why I'm not mad about it ... I like you a lot, and I don't want to break up with you. Something interesting is happening, and I like it. Let's just let the interesting something happen, okay?"

There was a long silence, as Harry processed Claire's words. He didn't understand what was happening either, but he didn't want unnecessary worry to stop a good thing from happening ... and what was happening was definitely a good thing.

If Claire was happy to ride it out, so was he.

* * *

On Friday morning, to Harry's surprise, Claire came and picked him up in the morning. She said she had a surprise for him, but refused to share any more information than him. The slight smile playing at the edge of her lips had Harry simultaneously nervous and curious.

No matter how much he badgered, she didn't reveal anything more than "I have a surprise for you," and it wasn't until the two of them were standing in front of Mrs Jenkins' desk that he discovered her surprise.

"Mrs Jenkins," Claire started, before Harry could say anything. "You love sucking cock, yes?" "Of course I do," Mrs Jenkins replied, almost irritated by the question, before a broad smile spread across her face at the thought of it. "You know this, Claire." "I was just wondering..."

Harry and Mrs Jenkins both stared at Claire, who seemed to enjoy the attention, and dragged the question out.

" ... have you ever gone down on a girl?"

There was a pause; Harry's eyes widened as he realised what Claire was getting at, before he turned to Mrs Jenkins to see her reply.

Any hint of a smile was gone as she responded.

"Claire, that is an entirely inappropriate question! My sexual history is none of your business. I can't believe that you would ask a teacher such a thing ... honestly, you're lucky I don't report you.

"Now, unless Mr Campbell here wants me to suck his cock, I'm going to have to ask you two to leave. I've got a lot of work to do."

Harry's face went red; he was happy with how things are going, and worried that Claire's impulsive attitude were going to spoil things. He turned to leave, not wanting to risk the day's events any further ... but Claire wasn't done.

"So ... you don't like licking pussy then?" "Of course I don't! I'm not a lesbian, young lady. I love sucking cock -..." her smile returned as she said the words "... - but that's simply because I'm a normal, heterosexual woman."

Mrs Jenkins stood up, clearly trying to regain some authority over the situation.

"Now, I allow Harry to interrupt me in my time off because I happen to love sucking his cock. As you don't have a cock, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

There was a pause as the teacher considered her words.

"Unless, of course, you want to join me."

Harry didn't dare stare at his girlfriend; more than a few times, he'd brought himself off to the image of his girlfriend and his teacher sharing his cock, but he didn't want to jinx the situation. He stared straight ahead, and thus missed the continuing bold look on his girlfriend's face.

"So," she continued, hardly reacting at all to the teacher's strong words, or the offer that had followed them, "you don't like licking pussy, you don't like going down on girls, you love sucking cock..." "That's right," the teacher said sternly, clearly about to explode in anger once more. " ... how do you feel about sucking clit?" "Oh," the teacher replied, sitting down as if the storm had passed, as if she'd never raised her voice at all. "Well, now that you ask - I do love sucking clit."

Harry stood there in a stunned silence as his teacher assisted his girlfriend in taking her pants off - a feat he'd not even come close to accomplishing yet - and watched in bewilderment as his teacher tentatively explored Claire's pussy with her tongue. He'd always imagined that Claire would be his first experience with giving oral sex, but he'd expected to be much more involved than this.

"Don't take care of that," Mrs Jenkins said, emerging from between his girlfriend's legs and gesturing towards his cock. "I'll take care of it once I'm done here.

"I do love sucking cock."


	Chapter 3

It was two months before something out of the ordinary happened.

Of course, Harry had to redefine his definition of “ordinary”. At the start of the school year, he would never have believed that “ordinary” included “watching the school’s hottest teacher going down on his girlfriend, before the teacher turned her attention to him ... while his girlfriend watched”.

But people adapt, and after eight weeks, Harry had grown strangely accustomed to getting oral sex from Mrs Jenkins three times a week.

Sometimes Claire would watch him cum into his teacher’s mouth **before** she had Mrs Jenkins go down on her, sometimes she’d cum, bucking against the young teacher’s face, and then just slowly play with herself as she watched Harry do the same.

Outside of the classroom, Claire never talked about it, and Harry never brought it up. The only change in their relationship was that they no longer made out with quite the same fervency as they had before.

They both still enjoyed their necking sessions, but it didn’t have the same passion, the same urgency.

Their sexual needs were being taken care of elsewhere.

Three times a week, Harry’s teacher would happily go down on him, either before or after doing the same to his girlfriend. He even started jerking off less, saving his orgasms for his teacher’s ruby-red lips.

Once a week, he and Claire would grab dinner, see a movie, make out for a few minutes, and then he’d drop her back to her Mom’s house.

It was a Saturday morning when he got a phone call from his girlfriend.

“Claire?” he said, confused. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said breathlessly. “Can you come meet me?”

“Of course. Are you okay?”

Claire laughed.

“I already said I was, doofus. I’m at the doctor’s office. Dr Hanabi, 221 Bauza St. Can you come meet me here?”

“Uh, yeah. Are you...”

“I’m **fine**. Hurry!”

* * *

When Harry entered the doctor’s office, he was surprised to see his girlfriend sitting in the waiting room, her leg bouncing with nervous energy. Her face lit up as she saw him.

“Harry!”

“Claire, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

She laughed again, her entire face glowing as she did.

“I promise, everything’s great. I have a surprise for you.”

Harry’s brows furrowed as Claire led him to Dr Hanabi. She was an attractive Asian woman who looked like she was in her early thirties.

“Claire?” she said, a slight lilt to her voice. Harry couldn’t place the accent. “You were just in a few days ago.”

“Yes ma’am,” Claire said, her smile audible. “I just couldn’t wait to see you again.”

“That’s very sweet, but you only really need a checkup every six months or so. And like I said then, you’re perfectly healthy. Unless there’s something...”

She trailed off, apparently noticing Harry standing awkwardly in the doorway for the first time.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.”

“This is Harry,” Claire said, pulling him into the room and closing the door behind him. “My boyfriend.”

“Ah ha,” Dr Hanabi said knowingly. “If you want to talk about protection, I’m happy to help. Are you two using condoms?”

“Not yet,” Claire said dismissively, and Harry’s eyes widened at her use of the word ‘yet’. “That’s not what I want to talk about though.”

“What is it?” Dr Hanabi said, her dark eyes staring directly into Claire’s. “It’s a very busy day, Claire, and I can’t...”

“It’s about what we discussed the other day,” Claire said, cutting the young doctor off.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” Claire said, turning to Harry with a smile. “Do you remember?

“You were telling me how much you love sucking cock.”

* * *

As Harry came into the strange doctor’s mouth, he couldn’t look away from Claire. She was sitting on the examination table, leaning forward, her cheeks red with excitement, her eyes firmly focused on Dr Hanabi’s busy mouth.

She’d never looked so beautiful.

“Thank you for that,” Dr Hanabi said, her accent slightly heightened. “I’m always so busy, I forget to take time out for myself ... and I **do** love sucking cock.”

“That’s, uh, fine...” Harry stammered in response, suddenly realizing that it was the first thing he’d said since entering the doctor’s office.

Just like Mrs Jenkins, the moment Claire had said that magical phrase, Dr Hanabi’s entire demeanor had changed, and she was on her knees within seconds.

“Dr Hanabi,” Claire said sweetly. “I have another question for you.”

“Of course, Claire,” the doctor said, her professional manner immediately back.

Harry couldn’t help but smile. He knew what was coming next.

“I was just wondering ... how do you feel about sucking clit?”

“I love it,” Dr Hanabi said without hesitation, and before long Harry found himself getting hard again as he watched his young girlfriend spasm in orgasm.

As they walked out of the doctor’s office, Harry reached over and grabbed Claire’s hand.

“That was fun,” she said, with a spacey look in her eyes. He was starting to recognize that she always looked slightly dazed after she came.

“Yeah,” he said, and neither of them brought it up again.

* * *

Harry was lowering his pants for Mrs Jenkins’ enthused mouth when Claire threw him another curveball.

“Mrs Jenkins,” she said softly.

“Mmm?” the teacher replied.

“I have a question for you.”

“Can it wait? I was about to suck your boyfriend’s cock.”

She sighed, and a wistful look passed across her face.

“I do love sucking cock.”

“Well, I was just wondering ... wouldn’t you enjoy sucking Harry’s cock more if you weren’t wearing so many clothes?”

“What do you mean?”

Mrs Jenkins’ eyes narrowed, the same way they did when she thought one of her students was getting fresh.

“I mean, you love sucking cock, right?”

“Of course. It goes without saying.”

Harry very much enjoyed it when she did say it, though, and he was starting to suspect that Claire did too.

“So maybe you’d love it more if you weren’t wearing so many layers.”

“Listen to me, Ms...”

Mrs Jenkins paused, and Harry realized that she still hadn’t learned Claire’s name. She’d gotten her off more than two dozen times, and she still didn’t know Claire’s surname.

“ ... Listen to me, miss,” she corrected, and Harry wondered if she even knew Claire’s **first** name. “I am your teacher, and I will be treated with respect. I dress in a manner that’s appropriate for work, and I will not have you question what I choose to wear. Do you understand?’

“Yes Mrs Jenkins,” Claire replied, contorting her face into a decent imitation of contriteness. Harry could tell that the irony of her teacher demanding respect while kneeling in front of a student was not lost on his girlfriend.

“Of course ... I am having some trouble getting hard,” Harry said, surprising even himself with his boldness. He saw Claire’s eyes light up at the same time as his teacher’s face fell.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to suck my cock, miss.”

“Oh.”

The disappointment in Mrs Jenkins’ voice was palpable.

“Maybe ... maybe if you were topless, I’d get hard enough for you to suck my cock.”

He paused.

“You know. If you wanted to.”

“Of course I do,” Mrs Jenkins said, her voice warm and hungry. “I love sucking cock.”

Without even pausing to think, Mrs Jenkins began stripping. She unbuttoned her austere jacket and tossed it aside, her floral shirt soon joining it. Harry wasn’t sure what surprised him more; his idea working, or the fact that Mrs Jenkins wore a bright red bra underneath her work clothes, barely containing the huge tits he’d long suspected she was hiding.

When she’d shucked her entire top layer, she turned to him, a needy look in her eyes.

“Shall we?”

“Of course,” Harry stammered, harder than he could ever remember being.

As Mrs Jenkins moved her mouth over the head of his cock, he could hear Claire letting out an soft moan.

* * *

The third surprise of the week came on date night, and - just like the second - it came from Harry.

“How did you know?” he asked, unexpectedly breaking the unspoken agreement that he’d made with Claire.

She stared down at the last inch of hot dog that she’d moved to his plate.

“That you wanted the rest of my hot dog? Dude, you finish it off every week.”

“No, about Dr Hanabi. How did you know? Did you find a note?”

Claire scrunched up her nose.

“A note?”

“Yeah. Remember? I told you that I found a note, about Mrs Jenkins.”

“Oh no, no. Nothing like that. I just ... asked her.”

Harry stared at his girlfriend for almost a minute. She just stared back at him calmly.

“You asked her.”

“I asked her.”

“Just ... out of nowhere.”

“Yup.”

“You just happened to find someone else who ... who was like Mrs Jenkins, just by asking.”

“Yeah.”

It quickly became clear to Harry that his girlfriend wasn’t lying, and he sat back in his car’s seat.

“Wow. What are the odds?”

“Well, pretty good.”

“What? Why?”

“I mean, I’ve been asking **everyone**.”

“What??”

“Yeah. I mean, I figured that it couldn’t just be Mrs Jenkins, right? So I started asking everyone. Girls in my grade, some of the moms I babysit for, anyone who I talk to regularly.”

“What?? Claire, you can’t just ... what do they say?”

A hint of mischief darted across Claire’s face.

“I act very innocent when I ask. And normally I’ll ask a few other things first. Y’know, lead into it.”

“Yeah, but ... but...”

“And so yeah, they’ll generally answer pretty honestly. Except the post-lady. She wasn’t really into it.”

“Wow.”

“I almost asked my mom, but I didn’t want to risk her sitting down and giving me the talk, y’know?”

“ **Wow**.”

“And then when I asked Dr Hanabi ... well, you saw how she reacted.”

Harry took a deep breath.

“... **wow**.”

There was a brief silence, as Harry processed what his girlfriend was telling him.

“Did you ask her if she ... if she sucked clit, as well?”

“Nope! I didn’t want to do it without you there.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll let you know if I find anyone else.”

“Uh, thanks. Thanks a lot. I appreciate it.”

* * *

“Use your hands more,” Claire whispered.

Mrs Jenkins just furrowed her eyebrows in response.

“It looks like he’s getting soft,” Claire added, and Mrs Jenkins immediately obeyed.

“Make more noise. Yes. That’s good. Now let him grab your nipple. He’ll definitely stay hard if you let him play with your boobs.”

As Mrs Jenkins continued to suck, she thrust her chest forward, into Harry’s nervous hands.

“Now move one hand between your legs, and start playing with yourself. He won’t get soft if he can tell that you’re enjoying yourself. Yes, under your pants. Just like that.”

Mrs Jenkins’ eyes fluttered slightly as she followed the teenage girl’s instructions.

“You want him to cum in your mouth, don’t you?”

Claire’s whispers were getting slightly louder, and Harry felt a fleck of her spittle land on the side of her face as she fervently gave his bitchy teacher commands.

“Mmm-mmm.”

“You love sucking cock, don’t you?”

“Mmmm...”

“Well, if you really want him to cum, you should cum yourself.”

Mrs Jenkins just moaned throatily in response.

“Cum while you have his cock in his mouth, and he’ll cum.”

Harry could feel the vibrations of Mrs Jenkin’s moan. Combined with the look on her face and the passion behind Claire’s commands, it was enough to set him off, and he almost immediately unloaded down his teacher’s throat.

“How was that?” he asked nervously, and was relieved when Mrs Jenkins gave him a blurry smile in response.

“It was **marvellous** , she said. “I really love... -”

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” he said, cutting her off. It was a struggle not to laugh at the near-identical looks of disappointment that Claire and Mrs Jenkins gave him in response.

“Why not?” his teacher responded, a note of worry in her voice that he’d never heard before.

“It’s the way you dress,” he said, trailing off at the flash of anger that passed across her face.

“Mr Campbell, how I dress is no concern of yours. Our relationship is purely educational, and it is totally inappropriate for you to comment on my choice of clothing.”

Harry looked down at the floor, his face bright red. He couldn’t bring himself to point out that Mrs Jenkin’s tits were on display, or that a small line of his cum was dribbling down the side of her face even as she berated him.

Fortunately, he wasn’t the only one there.

“Do you like sucking cock, Mrs Jenkins?”

“I do,” the teacher smiled, no trace of the indignation that had just seconds been pouring out of her.

“Do you like sucking Harry’s cock?” Claire continued.

“Of course I do. Don’t you?”

“Can you suck his cock when he’s not hard?” Claire asked, ignoring her teacher’s question.

“No...”

“Well, if you started wearing skirts, he’d be more likely to be hard, wouldn’t he?”

“Skirts? Miss ... miss...”

As Mrs Jenkins mentally groped for her female student’s name, Claire took the opportunity to continue.

“If you really love sucking cock, you’ll start wearing skirts.”

“But ... but, I...”

“Do you love sucking cock?”

“Yes,” the teacher responded, a wistful look in her eyes.

“If you don’t wear a skirt, you can’t suck Harry’s cock. Do you want that?”

There was the briefest of pauses, but Mrs Jenkins’ response was firm.

“Of course not. I love sucking cock.”


	Chapter 4

“I hate ride-sharing.”

“So don’t order a pool. Just get the ... what’s it called? An X.”

“That’s like, $3 more.”

Harry laughed.

“I’ll pay the $3 if it’ll make you happy.”

Claire smiled at him.

“Thanks! You probably think I’m a real weirdo.”

“Yeah,” Harry said, tussling her hair gently. “But not because you don’t like sitting next to strangers on the way to the movie.”

Harry’s car was at the mechanic - he’d suggested they mix up their date, but Claire had insisted on seeing the latest superhero flick, and so they’d met at hers. Harry had never used a driver app before, but Claire was an old hand. Within a few minutes of ordering showing her boyfriend how it worked, the car was rolling up to their door.

“Oh!” Claire said, walking down the driveway. “A woman driver.”

“Is that unusual?”

“Yeah,” she said, opening the door and letting her date get in first. “It’s normally men.”

“How’s your night?” the woman in the front seat asked, smiling. “You two off to the cinema?”

“How did you know that??” Harry asked. Claire laughed, and put her hand on his knee.

“The app tells her, dummy.”

“Oh.”

Harry sat back, his cheeks burning.

“Don’t be like that,” Claire said, looking genuinely contrite. “You’ve never done it before.”

“First time?” the driver asked with a whistle. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle.”

Harry tried to force a laugh. He looked out the window, wishing that the drive was over ... or, even better, that he wasn’t so easily embarrassed.

It was stupid, really. He had no issue pulling his dick out for his teacher to suck while his girlfriend watched, but not understanding an app made him want to sink underground and live there forever.

As he watched the streetlights whiz past, he tuned out of the conversation between his girlfriend and the driver, until Claire said something that forced his attention back into the car.

“Of course I do,” the driver said confidently. “What red-blooded woman doesn’t?”

“Claire!” Harry hissed.

“How about clit?” the teenage girl continued. “Do you enjoy sucking clit?”

“I **love** sucking clit,” the driver responded, pulling into the parking lot. “Here we are!”

“Drive to that back corner,” Claire instructed confidently. “That spot there, with no lights.”

“You don’t want to get out near the door?”

“We don’t want to get out yet. Thought you might like to suck some cock first.”

“That would be great,” the driver nodded, stopping the car where Claire had pointed. “I do love sucking cock.”

As the driver turned off her app, Harry stared, wide-eyed at his girlfriend. She smiled in response.

“Sorry for calling you a dummy,” Claire said, as the driver joined them in the backseat. “I hope this makes up for it?”

“Maybe,” Harry replied, scooting over so the driver could sit next to him.

“Thanks for this,” the driver said. She was a redhead - Harry hadn’t even noticed.

She unceremoniously unzipped his pants.

“Hope you don’t mind if I just dive in,” she asked. “I just **love** sucking cock.”

“Go for it,” Harry said with a smile.

As the driver’s bobbing head brought him to climax, he reached out and played with Claire’s hair. She continued to smile, her eyes fixated on the mass of red hair in his lap.

“Come here,” he murmured, and pulled her face to his, kissing her softly as he came down the stranger’s throat.

“Thanks again,” she said. “You want me to drop you off at the door now?”

“Nah,” Claire said, linking her hand with Harry’s. “We’ll walk from here.”

* * *

The next day, in Mrs. Jenkins’ class, Harry’s mind was wandering. How many women were like his teacher, or the doctor, or the driver? His girlfriend was apparently determined to find out.

She’d told him that she was asking everyone, but he hadn’t believed it until he saw it.

If he didn’t get so easily embarrassed, Harry was tempted to start asking random women himself. He could imagine the smile on Claire’s face as he found one, and surprised her with it - like she’d surprised him with Dr. Hanabi.

That was three so far ... of course, Harry had no idea how many people she’d asked. If she’d asked a hundred, that would be a three percent success rate.

She couldn’t have asked a hundred. Even Claire wasn’t that bold.

Glancing around the class, Harry wondered if any of the students loved sucking cock. Well, presumably a few of them did, but he wondered if any of them **really** loved sucking cock. Like Mrs. Jenkins did.

Maybe he should get Claire to ask them. Or maybe she’d find that offensive; maybe it was only okay when it was older women, women he could never actually date.

She hadn’t been at all jealous so far - she was enjoying this as much as he was. Harry was sure of that.

But maybe if it was one of her classmates, someone he could realistically leave her for ... maybe that would cross the line.

Best not to risk it. Things were going so well - better than he could ever, ever have imagined. No reason to throw it all the way for a chance at oral sex from one of his classmates.

Besides, he doubted any of them could be as good as Mrs. Jenkins.

Maybe it was because of the regular practice, maybe it was Claire’s tips, or maybe she’d been doing some research ... whatever the reason, Mrs. Jenkins’ oral skills had actually managed to improve as time went on.

The new clothing didn’t hurt, of course. As per her students’ instructions, she’d started wearing skirts. After the first few days, she’d started wearing skirts that were obviously brand new. Something about that really turned Harry on, knowing that she’d gone out and spent money on new clothes, just to turn him on.

He hadn’t discussed it yet with Claire, but he planned on having the prim teacher adjust her choice of tops next. Her fantastic rack was too beautiful to be hidden from the world; he wanted her in something with a lot of cleavage.

Mrs. Jenkin’s new clothing choices hadn’t escaped the attention of Harry’s classmates. More than once, he overheard a whispered conversation about her legs. Despite the fact that she was topless on her knees in front of him three times a week, even Harry found herself getting distracted when the teacher bent over, or idle-mindedly ran her hand up one of her long legs.

Some of the students had even given her a nickname - “Gams” - so they could talk about her without getting in trouble.

None of them knew what he did; their teacher could be more than just a fantasy. A simple request was all it took for her to lose the bitchy attitude and smilingly fall to her knees.

Harry couldn’t wait for class to end.

* * *

“You know my car’s working again, right?”

“I know.”

“So why are we...”

The car pulled up, and Harry smiled.

“Oh.”

The young couple got in. He recognized the driver’s mop of red hair immediately - she greeted him with a smile, and began driving the couple to the cinema.

It took Harry a few minutes to realize what was wrong. He didn’t understand every facet of the app, but he couldn’t even remember seeing Claire glance at her phone. Didn’t she have to track the car, or get the license plate or something?

Before he could dwell on his confusion too much, the car had pulled into a dark area, and the driver had joined them in the back seat. This time, she started with Claire.

It wasn’t a large car, and so Claire was practically sitting on Harry’s lap as she shuddered in orgasm.

In turn, he couldn’t help but moan directly into her ear as he unloaded into the ginger woman’s mouth. It was the closest he’d ever been, physically, to Claire when he came.

After thanking them, the driver dropped them at the movies. Harry pulled Claire in for a hug, smiling.

“That was awesome,” he said, slightly dazed.

“I know, right?”

“I had no idea you could request specific drivers...”

“You can’t.”

Harry’s eyebrows met in the middle of his forehead.

“What?”

“You can’t request specific drivers; it’s just whoever answers the call when you order a ride.”

“Oh! Well, that was lucky then.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

Harry shot a hard stare at his girlfriend, but couldn’t help but soften at the mischievous smile lurking behind her eyes.

“What do you mean, ‘No, it wasn’t?’”

“I mean, it wasn’t lucky.”

“You don’t think it was lucky that we randomly got the one driver who likes to blow me?”

“Not lucky, no. I didn’t book that ride through the app.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I just told her where we were going to be waiting, and she came and picked us up.”

The gears in Harry’s head were slowly coming back online.

“What, did you get her number after our last trip?”

“God, I **wish**. That would have been so much easier.”

Harry leaned against the wall and waited. Claire didn’t have a huge amount of patience, and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before she couldn’t hold it in any longer, and excitedly filled him on what she’d done.

He was right.

“So after that last drive, I realized how useful it could be to have a driver who ... well, you know.”

Except for when it was happening, Harry and Claire never directly spoke about their visits to Mrs. Jenkins. They hadn’t even spoken about not speaking about it; it had just sort of happened.

“So I just kept on calling rides until I got a female driver. I racked up a **lot** of cancellation fees ... but it was worth it!”

“Yeah, that was pretty good.”

“No, not just that.”

“How do you figure?”

“She didn’t charge us for that trip.”

“What?”

“Yeah! That was a freebie. She just **loves** ... well, y’know. So when I finally found her again, I got her to ... well, y’know. She enjoyed it so much, I asked if she’d give us a few free trips each week, in exchange for letting her...”

Harry stared at his girlfriend, his mouth wide.

“Claire...”

“Pretty great, hey?”

“Claire, isn’t that ... I dunno, stealing?”

“What? How could it be stealing?”

“Well, she’s doing her job without us ... paying for it.”

“But we are paying for it. We’re just not using money.”

“You call that paying for it?”

“Sure.”

Harry took a deep breath, and realized that his jaw was clenched and his fists were balled. Considering how recently he’d cum, he was far from relaxed.

**Oh,** he thought to himself. **I know what this is!** **Our first fight.** Harry forced himself to take a deep breath, relaxing his muscles as he did. When he felt as though he’d calmed down, he turned to face his girlfriend, and was concerned to spot tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

He’d never seen Claire cry. She was so ... cool. The image of her crying almost didn’t make sense. He’d seen her happy, cheeky, panting in orgasm while their teacher licked her out ... but never crying.

“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to keep his voice level. “I just...”

“It’s okay,” she said, reaching out and grabbing his hand.

Harry still wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation with the driver, but he was getting far too much enjoyment from the feeling of his girlfriend’s hand in his. Why rock the boat?

* * *

“Of course I do,” Mrs. Jenkins said, wiping Claire’s juices off her mouth. “I just **love** sucking cock.”

“Well,” Claire said, as the young teacher’s mouth lowered over Harry’s erection. “There’s a problem.”

“Mmf dfff pmmlmmm?”

Harry glanced at his girlfriend, but she carefully dodged his eye.

“Harry has been really stressed lately, and it’s been affecting his ability to get hard for you.”

“Cmmm hmmm ffff mmm.”

Claire’s forehead wrinkled in confusion.

“Could have fooled me,” Harry translated. He’d started to get a good ear for Mrs. Jenkins’ ‘mouth full of cock’ dialect.

The fact that he could feel her tongue moving probably helped.

“It’s true,” he added. He didn’t know where Claire was going with this, but he wanted to make sure he was being supportive. Partially to be a good boyfriend, but partially ... well, partially because Claire’s ideas had led them to some pretty great places so far.

“Mmmm cmmmmy tm hmmm mmm.”

I’m sorry to hear that.

“And we were thinking,” Claire continued. “Maybe the stress would be lessened if he were doing better in school?”

Mrs. Jenkins didn’t respond, just continued wordlessly bobbing her mouth up and down Harry’s cock.

“I mean, you **love** sucking cock, right?”

“Mmm.”

“And if Harry is doing poorly in your class, that’s just going to lead to stress, and we all know where that gets you.”

“Impotence,” Mrs. Jenkins said, before diving straight back onto Harry’s waiting erection.

“It’s more than just stress,” Harry said. “If I fail your class, I’d probably resent you.”

As the student spoke, he grabbed his teacher’s hair, and started thrusting slightly harder into her drooling mouth.

He’d discovered that she liked that. His teacher’s oral preferences were something he wouldn’t have even thought to consider just a few months ago, and yet here he was, mentally compiling a list.

“If I resented you, I wouldn’t want you to keep sucking my cock. And...”

“ ... you do love sucking cock, don’t you?” Claire finished for him.

“Mmm!” Mrs. Jenkins replied, her eyes rolling back as her hand stayed busy between her legs.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Pmmm mmm!”

“I’m already passing,” Harry said, keen to see how far he could push this. “But I’d be way less stressed with, say ... an A?”

“Fmmm!” Mrs. Jenkins grunted, and Harry smiled.

“Great,” he said. “Oh ... and it would also help if you showed more cleavage at school. Show off your body, Mrs. Jenkins. It’s fantastic.”

He wasn’t sure whether it was his teacher crudely grabbing her tits that pushed him over the edge, but within a few moments, he was spurting another load down Mrs. Jenkins’ willing mouth.

“Thanks for that, kids,” she said, clearly still deep in the lust haze. “I just **love** sucking cock.”


	Chapter 5

As their teacher walked into the classroom, one of Harry’s classmates let out a wolf-whistle.

“All right,” Mrs Jenkins said. “None of that now.”

Despite her harsh tone, Harry noticed the hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth.

It seemed that his favorite teacher was starting to enjoy the attention.

Aside from the view, there was very little enjoyable about Mrs Jenkins’ class, and Harry found himself instinctively reaching underneath his chair, hoping to strike gold twice.

There was nothing there, of course. He’d never found another note. He had no idea who wrote the first one, and he suspected he was never going to learn.

That simple note, those five words - they’d done more for him than anything else he’d ever encountered. His bombshell of a teacher now dressed to show off her magnificent body, she happily sucked his cock anytime he requested it, and - to top it all off - he was closer than ever with his girlfriend.

With a smile, he leaned forward, and tried to pay attention to what his sex-on-legs teacher was saying.

Not that it really mattered. He’d be getting an A no matter what he put in his paper.

* * *

Harry’s phone rang. It was Claire.

“Hey, chick-a-fil-ay. What’s up?”

“Harry?”

Her voice was soft, and Harry’s throat tightened with concern.

“Claire? What’s wrong?”

“Harry, can you come over?”

“Of course. Where are you?”

“I’m at home.”

“What’s wrong?”

Claire just sighed in response.

“Claire, what’s wrong?”

“Just ... come around, okay?”

Before Harry could again press to find out what the matter was, his girlfriend had hung up. Eighteen minutes later, he was knocking frantically at her front door.

Claire’s mother answered, a stern look on her face.

“Hello Mrs Daviau,” Harry said.

“Can I help you, Harry?”

“Claire called me, and...”

With a sigh, the middle-aged woman led the teenage boy to her daughter. She was sitting in the living-room, her face red.

“I suppose **he** put you up to it?”

“No, mama, I... -”

“Don’t lie to me, young lady.”

“I’m not lying!”

Harry stood awkwardly as his girlfriend and her mother bickered for a few minutes, until the phone rang and Mrs Daviau excused herself.

“Claire?”

Harry’s girlfriend threw herself into his arms, and he gently stroked her hair.

“What happened?”

“That stupid mail-woman told Mom what I’d asked her.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Mom flipped out, asked me exactly what I’d said to the mail-woman, and then ... and then...”

Harry waited as Claire took a deep breath.

“ ... let me show you.”

The young couple stood in silence, Harry trying to comfort his girlfriend as best he could. When her mother returned to the room, Claire pulled back.

“Mama,” she said in a watery voice, as the older woman stared daggers at the two of them. “I was just telling Harry...”

“What?” her mother snapped.

Claire sighed.

“I was just telling him how much...”

Harry looked between the two women, confused, as his girlfriend shot him a small smile.

“I was telling him how much you love sucking cock.”

“Oh!” Claire’s mother said, her annoyance suddenly gone completely. “Why, yes. I **do** love sucking cock.”

* * *

Harry had expected it to be more awkward.

Well, truth be told, he’d never **expected** to feel his girlfriend’s mother’s lips around his erection. Claire’s mother certainly wasn’t **unattractive** , but he’d never thought of her in that light before. She was simply ... his girlfriend’s mother.

Now, as she happily bobbed up and down on his erection, he realized that he’d never be able to think of her in a neutral way again.

“What time does your father come home?” he asked nervously. Mrs Daviau pulled off his cock for long enough to answer.

“Don’t worry about Steve,” she said. “He won’t be home for hours. And if I know anything about youth, I don’t think you’ll last that long.”

With a wink, she resumed fellating him with more enthusiasm than he’d ever seen her show for anything.

Claire was sitting at the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of icecream, watching the show with a smile on her face.

“Claire,” Harry asked, unable to stop himself. “Are you sure that this is...”

“It’s fine,” she said with a smile.

“You sure?”

“It’s fine,” she repeated. “It turns out that Mama **loves** sucking cock.”

Without slowing down in the slightest, Claire’s mother grunted her agreement.

It wasn’t long before Harry’s thrusting sped up slightly. Claire watched with a smile as her boyfriend came down her mother’s throat.

“Thank you for that,” the older woman said. “I do love sucking cock.”

“Does Dad know?”

All of a sudden, the glare was back on Claire’s mother’s face.

“Claire,” she said, turning to her daughter. “That question is completely inappropriate. You really need to learn when to... -”

“I think,” Harry interrupted, impressing himself with his boldness, “that your daughter misspoke.”

“Yes,” Claire’s mother said, her mouth a thin line. “Thank you, young man. This really doesn’t concern you.”

“Do you love sucking cock?” Harry asked.

Immediately, the woman softened.

“I do,” she said wistfully. “Are you up to another... -”

“If you love sucking cock,” Harry interrupted, “then you must understand the pleasure of, uh, finding out whether...”

He trailed off, lost for words. Before long, the stern look was back.

“I don’t see how these are related,” Claire’s mother began. To Harry’s great relief, his girlfriend jumped in before she could continue.

“Mama,” she said. “You love sucking cock.”

“Yes. I do love sucking cock.”

“And Harry loves having his cock sucked.”

“I do,” Harry confirmed. “It’s true.”

“I understand, but... -”

“So if you want him to keep letting you suck your cock...”

“I do,” Claire’s mother confirmed.

“ ... then we need to know whether or not you’re sucking other cocks.”

“For scheduling,” Harry chimed in.

“Yes,” Claire said, shooting him a grateful smile. “For scheduling.”

“Ah,” Claire’s mother responded thoughtfully. “Yes. I see now. Well, to answer your question - no, I don’t suck your father’s cock.”

“Oh?”

“He’s never liked it, and so we’ve never really discussed it.”

“Okay Mama,” Claire said with a smile. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Of course,” her mother responded, returning her daughter’s smile. “Now, before your boyfriend goes, do you think...”

“Be my guest,” Claire said.

Claire’s mother sank to her knees once more, delighted to find that Harry was hard for her once more.

* * *

The next night, when Harry came to pick Claire up for their date, she invited him to come inside.

**It’s okay,** he texted. **I can wait in the car.** **Come inside,** she repeated.

Claire’s mother answered the door, smiling broadly when she saw him.

“Harry!” she said. “Claire’s just getting ready.”

“Thanks,” he mumbled, relieved when his girlfriend popped her head out of her bedroom door.

“Just a few minutes,” she said. “Dad’s not home. Feel free to have Mama suck your cock while you’re waiting.”

“I do love sucking cock,” Claire’s mother said, her smile broadening.

Harry tilted his head to the side. He’d already cum down his teacher’s throat earlier that day ... but the idea of Claire casually offering her mother’s mouth for his pleasure was a weird turn-on.

“Sure,” he said casually. “You mind getting me a coke first?”

His girlfriend’s mother raised her eyebrow at his request.

“Has something happened to your legs?”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, but before he could stand up, Claire’s voice rang out.

“Mama, do you want him to use all his energy up getting drinks? If you want to suck his cock, get him a damn drink!”

“Language!” the older woman called out in response, already on her way to the kitchen.

“Sorry Mama!” Claire replied.

A few minutes later, Harry was sipping on the cold beverage as his girlfriend’s mother fellated him, wondering what his life had become.

* * *

“I have a question,” Harry said, as his teacher wiped Claire’s juices off her face.

“Hmmm?”

“You love sucking cock, right?”

“Of course,” Mrs Jenkins replied. “I **love** sucking cock.”

Claire was sitting to the side, her eyes slightly glossy, silently watching the exchange.

“Do you know my friend Trevor?”

“I don’t think so,” Mrs Jenkins said, after a moment of reflecting.

“Blond hair. Like, dyed blond.”

“Bleached,” Claire added, and Harry blushed.

“Right. Bleached.”

“Oh, yes.” Mrs Jenkins responded. “What about him?”

“I understand that he would love to have his cock sucked.”

“I’m sure he would,” Mrs Jenkins replied casually. “What of it?”

Harry and Claire exchanged a short glance.

“So ... you love sucking cock.”

“I do.”

“Would you like to suck his cock?”

“No,” Mrs Jenkins replied. “Thank you, but no.”

* * *

“What was that all about?” Claire asked, as soon as they left the teacher’s office.

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird?”

“Dude,” she said, punching Harry lightly on the arm. “Yes. Yes, I think the whole thing is weird.”

“No, I mean ... why us?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on. You think that no one has ever asked Mrs Jenkins if she ... y’know. Like, ever?”

“They probably have,” Claire responded. “And she probably did.”

“I dunno,” Harry said. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“None of it makes sense,” Claire said. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. So to speak.”

“Ha ha ha,” he replied flatly. “I have trig next. You?”

“Chem. I’ll see you after school.”

“Love you,” Harry said, the wheels still turning in his head. Claire’s eyebrows shot up.

“Love you, uh, too,” she stammered. “Uh. Bye!”

It wasn’t until halfway through his next class that Harry realized what he’d just said.

* * *

“No,” Claire said. “No, I don’t want Trevor to ask her.”

“Why not?”

“Because then she will. And I don’t want to see that.”

Harry sighed.

“That’s just it though. I don’t think she **will** say yes.”

“What are you basing this on?”

“Just ... just trust me, okay?”

“Based on **what**?”

“I dunno, based on trust?”

Claire rolled her eyes.

“Harry,” she said. “I love you, but...”

Harry smiled at the words. Ever since his slip the previous week, they’d both started saying it deliberately. A lot.

It felt nice.

“Love you too,” he replied quickly. Claire grinned back at him before finishing her thought.

“ ... I just don’t know what you hope to gain from this.”

“Well,” he said. “I just want to ... I dunno, understand it better.”

“Why?”

“If there’s a magic phrase that opens four percent of women’s mouths, don’t you want to know a little more about it?”

“What? Four percent? Where do you even get that?”

“I worked out that ... look, I just think it’s worth a try.”

Claire stared levelly at him.

“Fine,” she said. “But ... I don’t want to watch that.”

“You don’t mind watching when it’s me.”

“Yeah,” she said, shooting him a cheeky smile. “But I love you.”

“Love you too,” he responded, and the two of them spent the rest of the date talking about other things.

* * *

“Ah, you must be...”

“Trevor,” Trevor said.

“You must be wondering why we brought him today,” Claire interrupted. She sounded nervous.

“A little, yes.”

Dr Hanabi shot the couple a coy look. It was clear to both of them that she was wishing Trevor wasn’t there, so that she could do what she loved.

“Trevor has a question for you,” Harry said, pushing him forward.

“Uh...”

It had taken a lot to persuaded Trevor to come to the doctor’s appointment and ask the question. He was - not unreasonably - convinced it was a setup, some kind of weird prank.

Even after Harry had agreed to take responsibility for any fallout, it had taken a promise to lend Trevor his car for a month before he’d agreed.

“I, uh...”

Dr Hanabi smiled patiently.

“I was ... I was wondering...”

“It’s okay,” the doctor said gently. “I’m a professional. There’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

“I was wondering ... do you, love, uh...”

After almost a minute of stammering, Trevor finally got it out.

“Do you love sucking cock?”

Dr Hanabi paused, and the three teenagers looked between each other nervously as she considered her response.

“Teenage sexuality is complicated,” she finally answered. “I understand that you’re not sure how to deal with certain urges, but let me tell you: ‘gay’ is just a label.”

Harry and Claire stared at each other, wide-eyed, as Trevor furiously blushed his way through a five-minute explanation of why it was okay to explore and experiment.

* * *

“Well...” Harry said thoughtfully.

They were sitting in Claire’s bedroom. Trevor - enjoying the first day of his month-long car usage - had dropped them back off at Claire’s house. Her parents were downstairs, watching TV.

“Well,” he repeated. “I’m glad we didn’t test it out on Mrs Jenkins.”

“God,” Claire laughed. “Can you imagine? He’d have detention for a year.”

There was a pause.

“So ... is it us?”

Claire stared at him.

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, Claire,” Harry said softly. “You know what I mean.”

She nodded somberly.

There was another pause, and a thought struck Harry.

“ ... is it **you**?”

Claire’s eyes met his.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Think about it,” Harry said slowly. “Your doctor. Your mother.”

“ **Your** teacher,” she replied.

“Yes, but you’ve had her before.”

“What, you think I have a way of making people...”

Harry sighed.

“I don’t know what to think.”

Claire reached out and put her hand on his.

“Maybe we shouldn’t overthink this one. Just enjoy the perks, y’know?”

The young man smiled at his girlfriend.

“It’s been pretty good, hasn’t it?”

Claire’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah.”

“Even giving up my car for a month. Not so bad, with...”

Harry trailed off.

“I don’t even know her name.”

Claire laughed.

“With, y’know. Whatshername. The redhead, driving us around whenever we want.”

“Uh huh,” Claire replied, her fingers intertwining with his.

The two of them lay on her bed in a comfortable silence for several minutes.

“Claire...”

“Harry.”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Go on,” she said, staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom.

“I mean. I, uh ... I don’t want to embarrass you.”

She rolled onto her side, and looked him in the eye.

“Ask me.”

“I just wanted to know...”

“Hmm?”

“Do you...”

Harry took a deep breath.

“Claire ... do you love sucking cock?”

Claire raised her eyebrows.

“Harry, you know that... -”

“No,” he interrupted, an earnest look in his eyes. “Claire. **Do** you love sucking cock?”

“I mean...”

She paused, and shot him a look. He smiled.

“I’m just curious. “ he said. “Do you ... y’know. Love sucking cock?”

A smile slowly spread across Claire’s face.

“Oh.”

“Whatever your answer is, it’s fine.”

“I love you,” she said, standing up.

“I love you,” he replied immediately.

“And,” Claire said, dropping to her knees and looking up at her boyfriend with affection. “I’ve got to say ... I **do** love sucking cock...”

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