Jeong Park's First Frosh Ball Ch 07
A Sunday Kind of Love - Part Two
by Chloe Tzang
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That little note from Chloe again:
Well, I won't repeat the intro to Chapter 6, but Chapter 7 is really Chapter Six , Part Two. Alas, by the time I finished the first draft, it was 75k words, which is about 20 LIT Pages, so I decided to have mercy on you, because I don't want to wear you to a frazzle, and I split Chapter 06 into three parts, and this is Part Two of Three. Hope you enjoy. And just in case you haven't read any of the previous chapters before, I will of course repeat that warning for any innocents who inadvertently have failed to read any previous Jeong Park installments before.
This is a tale of sordid, misogynistic, exploitative and abusive sex (if it isn't, I've lost the plot). You have been officially warned. Now, enjoy. Or not. But don't be complaining about it once you proceed past this point.
Because if you don't enjoy sordid, misogynistic, exploitative and abusive sex, well, you're in the wrong place. You're not going to enjoy this story at all, I can absolutely assure you of that, and you should read no further.
So now that we're clear on that one, there's plenty of sordid, misogynistic, exploitative and abusive sex. As there has been in EVERY preceding chapter. As there will be in EVERY subsequent chapter too. Now, I do hope those of you who make it past this introduction, and who have enjoyed the first few chapters, do continue to enjoy this sordid and misogynistic tale of despicable guys, innocent girls, and of course, Hot and Graphically Sordid, Misogynistic, Exploitative and Abusive Sex (although I may have mentioned that before). Without much of anything else to derail the story, lest you need to ask, but if you've read the previous chapters, you probably don't need to ask.
So read on with me, discover what happens next, and do enjoy this next installment of Jeong Park, in the Traditional Manner of Literotica Readers, with my encouragement and best wishes for a successful and enjoyable culmination to your reading adventure...
Chloe
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Jeong Park's First Frosh Ball Ch 07
A Sunday Kind of Love - Part Two
Oh I'm hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
A Sunday Kind of Love, Etta James
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"Why don't you both come inside?" Erik held the door open for them, and Sally had never been in a house like this one. It wasn't even that far from where they lived, but it was almost a different world. The wall around this complex, the security gate they'd had to drive through. The wide laneway, trees and flower beds, all perfectly manicured. The house was huge. It seemed... expensive. It just had that aura, it felt that way, and walking inside through the front doors, her eyes widened.
So did her mom's.
"It's my dad's," Erik said, closing the front door behind them. "He lives up north in San Francisco most of the time. Doesn't come down here that much. Have it to myself most of the time. Come on through." He grinned. "Leave your heels on, they make both of you look even more fuckable than you already are."
Ignoring their pink-cheeked glances towards each other, he took Jessica's hand in one of his, Sally's in the other, leading the two of them inwards from the marble-tiled foyer, past a sweeping staircase and down a long wood-panelled hallway, through another solid door, and into a large conservatory overlooking a patio-surrounded pool and garden.
"This is my part of the house," Erik said. "My bedroom's through here," and he led them past a couple of large couches, through another doorway, past his bed, to the almost floor to ceiling bay window.
"Like the view?" he said, releasing Jessica's hand, standing behind Sally, one arm sliding around her, and now he was close behind her, not pressing against her, but she could feel him, brushing against her, and she knew he was hard. She knew why she was here, too. She'd known that, from the moment she'd said to her mom that she wanted to go with him this afternoon.
"It's lovely," Sally said, eyeing the tub out on the patio. "Is that a jacuzzi?"
"Sure is, babe," Erik said. "You can try it out later." He smiled at Jessica. "You're not in any hurry to go anywhere else today are you?"
"No," Jessica said, her nipples aching. The only place she wanted to hurry too was flat on her back on Erik's bed, looking up at him as he took her, while Sally watched, and she wanted to watch him with Sally, too. Her sex pulsed hotly at the thought.
"Why don't you look around, Sally?" Erik said, and he smiled at Jessica. "First."
"Sure," Sally said, enthusiastically, just about bouncing out of the bedroom.
Erik smiled, watching those long slender legs and that tight little butt depart, and then he turned back to Jessica. "I'm glad
you're
not in any hurry to look around," he said.
Jessica watched him, her heart pounding as her eyes dropped to his erection. His jeans concealed him, but they didn't hide it. He was as big as she remembered.
"You do like
this
view better, don't you, Jessica?" Erik asked, taking those half a dozen steps to her, and he took her in his arms, kissed her. Kissed her gently, and Jessica melted into his arms. Melted against his naked body, her hands running over those broadly muscular shoulders before vining around his neck, welcoming his tongue in her mouth, her own dancing and hungrily flirting with his.
"Mmmmm," Jessica murmured, and she felt as if she was eighteen again. Sally's age, and she didn't want talking. She wanted fucking.
"Baby, you're hot," Erik grinned, easing back a little, taking one of her hands, and placing it firmly on that bulge that his jeans still concealed. "You want this now?"
Jessica said nothing, her face flaming as she found his belt with both hands, unbuckled him, unzipped his jeans and began to work them down his hips. She
wasn't
eighteen. She had an eighteen year old daughter, but unlike when she
was