I Love Sucking Cock

All characters in this story are eighteen.

Chapter 1: I Love Sucking Cock

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, no matter their age.

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!"

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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 eighteen 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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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?"