Upon insertion, Jefferson's first sensation was hot, the inside of this woman's pussy was wet and hot, like a furnace.
"Comfy? It's warm inside, isn't it, a woman with a reddish vaginal is full of blood and qi, such a hole is commonly known as a small heater." Linda squinted her eyes and explained from the side, "The three of them are again extremely good, the Fighting breath they practiced is also a masculine and dominating type, enjoy it, hee hee."
Needless to say, Jefferson was already enjoying himself as well, he just realized that there was so much to learn about making love.
"Harder, they all like strong men, push hard to the end, it's best if you can push through the cervix and directly into the uterus, I'm sure they'll be so excited that they'll pass out." Linda kept on instructing, both like a guide and an overseer.
One shouldn't be too rough with virgins, Jefferson knew about this, but with Linda at the side, he couldn't do anything about it, and could only apologize in his heart for whoever told the three of them to offend Linda, a woman who was not to be trifled with.
As a knight, although the three of them are very strong, but this kind of thing between men and women, and strong does not have anything to do with, unbearable is unbearable, just for a few moments, was Jefferson pumping this one is in a trance, babbling up: "ah ... ah ... ah ... ah ... I'm itching inside ... ah... ...ah ... I'm hard ah ... ah ... you're my own brother ... Ah ... harder ... I love you so much ... ah ..."
Her high-pitched screams could be heard outside the campground, I'm afraid.
Listening to the sound of the snapping blows to the flesh of her buttocks, accompanied by the moans and screams that went up and down, Linda, the juicer girl, had her eyebrows raised and couldn't have been happier, while the other two women were blushing, tense and terrified, but with a hint of anticipation.
Although this was not the first night they used to fantasize about, and could even be said to be a nightmare, it might be nice to have a stormy and impressive first time, though.
Women were like that, even female knights, and when she realized that there was no more room for resistance but to suffer in silence, she would unconsciously look on the bright side.
Jefferson wasn't paying attention to any of this, he was reveling in the intense excitement.
The vagina that had not been reclaimed by anyone else was tight and narrow, and although the stimulation was not as intense as that of Linda's tightening around her penis, it had a natural sense of excitement.
What made him feel even more comfortable was the non-stop gush of life energy, which was so strong that it seemed to melt away.
If Linda's life energy was a clear spring, then what he tasted at the moment was adult mellow wine.
"Okay, it's time for another one." Linda had been paying attention at the side, she knew that Jefferson was a bit evil, having sex with him was especially tiring, wearing out and very easy to reach orgasm, so as soon as she saw that the woman who was undergoing Jefferson's "whipping" appeared to be collapsing, she hastened to stop Jefferson from continuing to fuck. Jefferson was very obedient.
In less than an hour, he had taken three virgin bodies, and the rich life energy gave him a feeling of fullness for the first time.
After turning around, the first woman whose virginity he had taken had already regained her breath, and her face, which had slightly appeared pale a moment ago, was finally much more rosy.
Jefferson glanced at Linda, who had her head in both hands, waiting for another good show.
He secretly said to the woman, "I'm sorry." Jefferson moved his glans to the tightly closed daisy bud. The area around that delicate bud was already wet and slick with slippery cunt juice, and Jefferson's waist pushed hard.
The woman grunted in pain, the tearing agony distorting her face as she gritted her teeth and suffered.
This was the real lynching, this was the punishment for their failure.
Luckily this intense pain didn't last very long, gradually a strange pleasure drowned out the pain, it was a completely different kind of stimulation from the normal kind of lovemaking, just now.
"Ah ... ah ... harder ... ah ... I want to ... Kiss my brother ... harder ... ah ... ah ..."
The moans once again echoed inside the infirmary, gradually becoming more and more high-pitched.
Leaving the infirmary, Jefferson noticed that everyone looked at him differently than before. Master Eileen and Miss Monica had knowing smiles, Captain Wallis appeared even colder, Miss Tina, who always wore men's clothing, glared at him more fiercely than ever, and Officer Christine seemed slightly reproachful but also resigned. The only person whose expression hadn't changed was Michelle, though her eyes were darting around as if plotting some mischief. Jefferson quickly ran away.
Not knowing what would happen next, Jefferson asked Master Eileen for leave and decided to go home early. At the door, he hesitated slightly. Coming home this early, anything could happen. Eventually, he knocked and entered. For a moment, he even felt a bit of anticipation, though he wasn't sure for what.
To his relief, everything seemed normal. His mom and Janice were sitting on the couch, dressed neatly, flipping through a book, and his cousin was leaning on the back of the couch, pointing at something.
"Dear, you're home so early. Nothing happened, did it?" his mom asked with concern.
"Nothing," Jefferson started to explain, then noticed the book they were looking at was an autograph album. "What's that?" he asked casually.
"It's my high school autograph album. I miss those days," his mom sighed, a sound filled with the helplessness of time's passage. "After graduation, some people kept in touch, but others disappeared completely."
It was a topic tinged with nostalgia and sadness. Jefferson, however, didn't feel much attachment to his classmates. Except for Mona, he had little interaction with others. In that lousy school, half the boys were delinquents, and the other half kept to themselves.
Suddenly, Jefferson felt he had no right to criticize others; he used to be someone who only looked out for himself too.
"Mom, which high school did you go to?" he asked offhandedly.
"The same school as Janice and your cousin," his mom replied.
Her answer made Jefferson feel as if he'd swallowed a gulp of water the wrong way, his chest tightening. His cousin's boarding school was notorious for its strict and unusual educational methods. Just thinking that his mom had also undergone the same education left him speechless.
"I have a headache, I'll go to my room," Jefferson quickly found an excuse and retreated to the attic. As he closed the door, he heard a burst of unrestrained laughter from behind him.
He had no more words for these women.