It was already dark outside, and the old town lacked streetlights, but the houses on both sides emitted light. The place to find women was on the east side of the old town, near the city wall, frequented mostly by soldiers. Jefferson wasn't sure if his father had ever been there; if he had, it would be a grave disservice to his mother.
The old town isn't very big; it takes about fifteen minutes to walk across.
It's a rundown alley with three-story houses on both sides. These houses have been divided into many rooms, each small enough to resemble a pigeon coop. Dim lights filter through the narrow windows of these houses.
This alley had streetlights, seemingly kerosene-powered, casting a dim yellow light. Women dressed flamboyantly leaned against the walls under the streetlights. As soon as they saw a man pass by, they would immediately approach coquettishly.
Jefferson's heart pounded; he had never experienced such a scene before. Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure.
In a dimly lit corner stood a girl about his age, with large eyes and chestnut hair cascading down. She looked lost and helpless. Her figure was slender, and even in the dim light, her face appeared pale.
Jefferson stared in shock at the girl; she was his former crush, the most beautiful girl in his class.
"Mona, what are you doing here?" Jefferson couldn't help but ask.
The sudden question was like a whip, making the girl shiver. She immediately widened her eyes, and her expression turned to one of fear.
A heavily made-up woman in her twenties leaned in and said, "Men who come here are looking for fun, and women are here to sell themselves. Since you're friends, why not help her out? This poor girl is quite pitiable..." She ended her sentence with a long sigh.
The small and low room contained only a bed made of wooden boards, without any bedding, just a layer of hard cardboard.
Jefferson's classmate walked in front, her expression blank but her movements practiced. She took a stack of old newspapers from a box under the bed and quickly spread them on the cardboard, then started undressing.
Mona was very thin, clearly due to malnutrition. In Jefferson's memory, she hadn't been this thin before.
Not only was she thin, but Mona also appeared extremely pale, almost bluish in the dim light. Her hips were small and taut, with sparse pubic hair between her legs. Her ribs were clearly visible, and her small breasts, the size of fists, were slightly raised, with enticing red nipples.
While Jefferson was lost in his thoughts, Mona had already undressed and started helping him remove his clothes. As soon as she unbuckled his belt, Jefferson's penis sprang out.
Mona had been Jefferson's dream girl, the one he fantasized about while masturbating countless times. So his erection had been standing since he saw her, only constrained by his pants.
A pair of slender, cold hands gently grasped his penis, the sensation too pleasurable. Jefferson leaned back, eyes closed, enjoying the moment. He didn't notice Mona's subtle frown.
Mona gripped his large penis tightly, moving her hand quickly. She moaned seductively, "Mm... mm..."—a trick she learned from other women. Many men couldn't resist and would finish quickly. She hoped to end this soon, feeling humiliated and helpless being with someone she knew.
Jefferson was completely lost in pleasure, unaware of Mona's thoughts. The feeling of her delicate hand was entirely different from his own.
Though Jefferson was enjoying it, he realized something troubling. His pent-up energy wasn't being released; instead, it was burning hotter, and his penis felt painfully swollen.
After a while, Mona's hand grew tired. She knew that just using her hand wouldn't make Jefferson finish; she needed to use more stimulating methods. Leaning forward, she took Jefferson's penis into her mouth, her agile tongue licking the large head, sometimes sweeping under the glans and sometimes probing the slit. Occasionally, she would lightly scrape it with her teeth.
After a moment, Mona finally managed to take in the large penis, though it was so long that even when it reached her throat, only a small part was inside.
Jefferson, who had never experienced such service, felt his mind go blank, his body seeming to fall endlessly. His penis was warmly enveloped, receiving tender care, a sensation he had never felt before.
Meanwhile, the pent-up energy within him surged uncontrollably, with the largest wave gathering in his lower abdomen, repeatedly crashing against his penis, trying to release but being blocked each time.
Mona, giving Jefferson a blowjob, clearly felt his penis swell inside her mouth, a sign of impending ejaculation. She worked even harder, licking and sucking, but after fifteen minutes, there was still no reaction.
"Could we..." Jefferson hesitated, embarrassed to speak. Despite the pleasure, he wanted to have sex, especially with his dream girl.
"I understand," Mona said softly, removing Jefferson's penis from her mouth. She walked to the bed and asked, "Do you want to be on top or should I?"
Jefferson couldn't wait any longer. He pushed Mona down roughly. He had done this countless times in his fantasies, but this was his first time in reality.
Being inexperienced, he struggled initially, thrusting several times without managing to penetrate Mona's vaginal. She sighed and reached out to help guide him.
This time, it went in smoothly, and Jefferson felt his penis enveloped by a tight layer of soft flesh. The sensation was different from before. He began thrusting rhythmically, his hands roaming all over Mona's body. It was his first time touching a woman's body, and he had no idea where to start.
Mona lay on the bed with her eyes closed, staring blankly at the ceiling. She silently endured the mixture of what might be sexual pleasure, inner sorrow, or endless humiliation. Gradually, all these feelings were overwhelmed by a deep, bone-melting itchiness.
Since she hadn't been doing this for long and business wasn't good, Mona's body was still very sensitive. As her breathing grew heavier, she began to lose focus, moaning genuinely this time, unlike the seductive sounds she had made earlier.
"Don't... be so rough... ah... ah... ah..." Mona began to beg.
Jefferson had no technique and was relying purely on instinct. Each thrust was deep and powerful, a forceful method that aroused a woman's desires more effectively than any technique.
He didn't count his thrusts or pay attention to Mona's reactions beneath him.
"Ah... I'm going to die... ah... ah... I can't take it anymore," Mona's moans grew louder. With a final scream, her body convulsed, and a warm flow trickled down her thighs.
Jefferson had no idea what had happened and continued his vigorous thrusting.
After an orgasm, a woman's vagina is incredibly sensitive. Mona, already exhausted and overwhelmed, quickly began to react again, moaning once more.
"Mm... mm... ah... ah..." Her already pale face turned even paler, her mind becoming increasingly foggy.
Half an hour later, she let out another scream.
The moans and screams continued for an unknown length of time. At first, her climax was high-pitched and sharp, but gradually, her voice grew weaker.
Mona resigned herself to her fate. By now, she was limp and exhausted, not knowing how many times she had orgasmed. She found it hard even to breathe.