I Love Sucking Cock

"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 - Mother Loves Sucking Cock

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.