J Long: Three horny teachers

Because Frieda had watched Betsy suck Ezra's cock behind the water fountain one day.

It was a very interesting scene. Especially for Frieda. Because she had never seen an erect cock in her life. Oh, every once in a while she had seen one of her eighteen brothers with an erection – but they usually hid their boners, as they called hard-ons back then, under a tented blanket that moved up and down mysteriously like a magician's cape.

Frieda was shocked at how big a cock could get.

Many questions came to mind. Things like: how a cock gets hard? Was it full of air? Or full of piss that had backed up somewhere? And why did they have to get hard? Could a soft cock get a girl pregnant faster than a hard cock? Could a get pregnant if all she did was suck on a cock like Betsy was doing now?

Frieda watched Betsy suck Ezra's cock. It was a lucky thing she had been late to school today; otherwise she would not have stumbled onto this scene.

Frieda thanked her mother, for the first time in her life, for making her shy home to help take down the coveralls from the clothesline, which had made her late for school, but which had enabled her to watch Betsy's mouth move up and down on Ezra's hard cock.

Frieda gasped.

Betsy looked… look… so horrible! Her eyes were bulging out. And her petticoats were showing. And her knee-high sacks were getting soiled as her knees scrabbled around in the Kansas dirt while she sucked Ezra's prick.

Frieda got scared.

Betsy looked so horrible! Like she wanted to scream or moan or vomit or something. That huge prick looked like it was choking her to death. Betsy's face reminded Frieda of her only Barbie doll which had been pumped full of air by her eighteen brothers, who had attached the nozzle of bicycle pump to her favorite doll and watched the head blow sky-high.

Frieda put down her social-hygiene book and crept closer to the awful, horrible scene. Ezra had his back to her. But every once in a while Frieda could glimpse Betsy's horrified face between his legs.

Then Frieda found out why Betsy looked like she was choking and gagging and threatening to vomit.

Because Ezra's cock was choking her and gagging her and making her threaten to vomit.

Ezra had jammed her mouth full of his prick and his hands were making bicycle handles out of her ears.

Now, Frieda heard what Betsy was saying.

"Mmmmmmmmgggggggfffffffhhhhh! Mmmmggggffffhhhh!"

Ezra's laughter could be heard above the sound of the drip, drip of the water fountain that had gone dry in the duster of '33.

"Ha-ha! Suck it, babe! So! Ouch, God damn! Ya wanted to know about cock-sucking, babe! Well, now ya know! Ha-ha, ha-ha!"

Frieda gulped, wondered for about two seconds about trying to help Betsy.

But then she saw where Betsy's hands were as Ezra shifted slightly.

Her hands were on his balls!

Betsy knows what balls feel like!

Oh, gosh!

Balls were another thing that Frieda had often wondered about. Oh, she had tried to catch a glimpse of one – or would it be two? – of her brothers' balls, but the Matthews family had some very hairy genes, and all the boys had pubic hair that looked like a lady from Topeka had hung a black mini-stole over the peg of their pricks. Thus, it was very hard to see their balls because they were so fuzzy-wuzzy.

But now Frieda could see Ezra's balls very clearly. Well, not as clearly as she wanted, because Betsy's hands were in the way. But when Betsy stuck her finger into Ezra's asshole, she could see more balls than she had ever seen before in her life.

Again, life's questions bothered Frieda, just as they would bother next year's crop of eighteen-year olds who would become nineteen and wonder if they could get pregnant sucking a boy's cock.

Why did men have balls? What was in them? Didn't it hurt when they sat down or rode horses? Why were they called balls and not eggs or ovals?

Life at age eighteen, especially for a girl, and double especially when you're an only girl amidst eighteen brothers, can be very troublesome.

But Frieda thanked God for giving her a friend like Betsy who would know what balls felt like and whether she would be fat and heavy nine months from now because she had sucked a boy's cock.

Frieda watched Betsy's hands. It didn't seem right to Frieda that Betsy should stick her finger in a boy's asshole.

Why did she do that? Didn't it hun? Didn't it stink?

Na, it didn't hurt, because. Ezra's remark about getting his asshole finger-fucked was quite the contrary.

"Oh, so! Yeah, that's it! Finger my ass while I feed ya some more of my cock!"

Frieda felt funny watching her best friend getting pregnant and dirtying her finger in a boy's asshole. It just didn't seem right somehow. Maybe they ought to be doing that kind of thing somewhere else. Mama had told her many times not to expose her privates in public, to always cross her legs union she were wearing overalls or bloomers or unless she was in church.

But Ezra was showing his privates in public. His balls and big cock were blatantly exposed. As blatantly exposed as Betsy's bold tits.

What!?

What was Betsy doing? No, Betsy, no!

Films couldn't believe what she was seeing. Ezra had bent over, with his cock still in Betsy's mouth and her finger still in his asshole, and he was unbuttoning her blouse.

"mmmmmmggggggffffffhhhhhh! mmmmggggffffhhhh!"

That's it, Betsy! Tell him you're not going to show him your privates. Gosh, hurry, Betsy, tell him. Oh, no!

Ezra stood up, proudly holding her bra in one hand and her blouse in the other.

And now Frieda saw Betsy's bold titties between Ezra's spread apart leg, his balls swinging freely a Betsy's hands tried to cover her tits.

"Put your fuckin' finger back in my asshole or I won't let ya suck my cock!"

Frieda was awed. Betsy's hands were reluctantly leaving her tits and moving towards his asshole.

And Ezra bent over again. And his hands held Betsy's titties. Well, they really didn't hold her titties like most country boys would do when they had a milking contest. He mauled Betsy's bold titties instead of milking them.

"Mmmmggggffff! Mmmmggggffff!"

Frieda wanted to get her thick social hygiene book and cold-cock Ezra while his back was still turned towards her. She wanted to save her friend from being embarrassed by showing her titties off in public.

But Frieda didn't dare.

Ezra was too big. And besides his best buddies were the Matthews boys – all eighteen of them. And Frieda knew that the only reason why her brothers hadn't fucked her like they fucked those Cluck Cluck hens was because the handle of Mama's broom was made out of solid hickory, and the brushes of solid sapling branches.

No, she could only watch her best friend's tits being mauled in public.

"Mmmmggggffff! Mmmmggcgffff!"

"Ooh, what a set of titties, Betsy! Ya got better titties than Penny Austen!"

Frieda knew Penny Austen. Penny Austen was a senior last year and a mother of twins this year. She was voted most popular girl at Sherman High School last year. She had always had big tits which tended to many girls at Sherman High popular. But when she got pregnant, her tits had gotten as big as her belly and some of the senior boys were heard to say that she had gotten knocked up in three places instead of one.

Frieda chewed her lower lip as she watched Ezra maul Betsy's titties while hunching his hips at Betsy's face. Frieda wondered anxiously what was happening on the other side of his body.

Then, Frieda was amazed.

Milk! Milk was coming from Betsy's titties!

Oh, gosh, she was pregnant already!

Frieda watched closely as something white and milky-looking dripped on Betsy's big bold tits and smeared Ezra's mauling hands.

"Mmmgcgfff! Mmmgggfff!"