Jeong Park's First Frosh Ball Ch 08
A Sunday Kind of Love - Part Three
by Chloe Tzang
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That little note from Chloe again:
Well, I won't repeat the intro to Chapter 6 and 7 again, but Chapter 8 is really Chapter Six , Part Three. 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 Three 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, and if you haven't, you should go back and read from Chapter One before you jump in half-cocked (full disclosure: pun intended).
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 08
A Sunday Kind of Love - Part Three
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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On her knees, bent over the padded leather ottoman, her hands clutching at the soft black leather, Sally could see her mom, close enough for her to reach out and touch her if she'd stretched. Well, she could see her mom when she could focus enough to pay attention. She could sort of hear her mom too, when she wasn't moaning or sobbing or groaning or crying out herself, but her mom's moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth.
Neal.
That's who that guy was, and he was on his back on the floor, and her mom was busy blowing him while she knelt there with that other guy, Bodie, behind her, his hands on her mom's hips, and she could
see
Bodie's cock sliding in and out of her mom, his shaft glistening, and her mom's boobs, the one Sally could see, anyhow, were quivering as he fucked her steadily.
Behind her, Jackson, at least, she thought it was Jackson, but she wasn't sure now, and she didn't really care, thrust himself into her, harder than he had been, his hands gripping her hips, picking up speed, and Sally knew what that meant now. She knew really well. He was sawing his cock into her, and she could hear her sex, hear those wet sounds, and she was so wet, not just with her own excitement, but with all their cum as well, and she knew there'd be more soon.
The urgency with which Jackson was fucking her said a lot more, really soon.
"Uuuuhhhhhhhh." Her moan was low, filled with excitement as his cock hilted itself to the balls in her, and her sex, she felt pummelled, and she knew another climax was coming fast as she watched Bodie pounding himself into her mom with wild abandon, and she could see the others watching them. Watching her and her mom being fucked, and she knew this was real.
So real, so dirty, so shameless, and she
knew
what those guys thought of her.
It was easy, because they were telling her what they thought of her.
"Yeah, fuck the little slant-eyed slut hard, Jackson. Give her that cock, dude." She could hear, and it was somehow even more exciting to know that was her. She was the little slant-eyed slut. She was the one they wanted to see fucked hard, and those hot moans she could hear were hers. Those wet sounds, that was her sex.
"Oh yeah, you do like being fucked like a hot little fuck-slut, don't you, Sally?"
Who...?
"Uhhh... uhhhh... oooooohhhh..." Erik, kneeling beside her, his face next to hers, and her lips blindly sought his as he kissed her. Kissed her hard, and his kiss, and that cock hammering into her so hard, pushed her over the edge, into the abyss of another climax, longer, harder, wracking her body with rushing waves of sensation and pleasure, ecstasy swirling through her like a hurricane, and in the middle of it, her sex spasming and squeezing down on Jackson's cock, as Jackson came in her, and that made it even better.
Sally wasn't really thinking, but if she had been, it would've been that there was nothing quite like feeling a guy's cock inside you when he was cumming. A day ago, she'd had no idea. Now? Now, she was finding out, time after time.
Jackson's cock throbbed, pulsed, he buried himself inside her, holding himself there, jerking in those short hard thrusts that had her moaning into Erik's mouth as Jackson's cum spurted out inside her, and she felt those spurts within her sex. Felt that hot flooding wetness inside her yet again, as he shuddered against her, and through that haze of ecstasy, she heard his grunts, a staccato sound that interweaved with those throbbing spurts inside her, and his fingers digging into her hips, holding her for him.
"Oh yeah, you're a hot little fuck-slut, aren't you, Sally?" Erik breathed, as Jackson released her, and there was a slow flood of wetness down her inner thighs as she knelt there, helpless.
In a daze, Sally watched Neal cumming in her mom's mouth, watched her mom swallowing, cum trailing from her lips in long strands, as she tried and failed to swallow it all, and through it all, Bodie kept on stroking his cock into her mom's sex as she knelt for him. Sally knew that must be how she looked, while Jackson was fucking her.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Sally," Erik said, and he didn't wait for her to answer. He scooped her up, lifting her easily, turned her and lowered her onto her back on the rug, right next to her mom, so that when she turned her face a little, she was looking up at her mom's face, and her mom was looking down at her, gasping as she was fucked, her face beaded with sweat, her lips smeared with cum.
"Sally's a hot little Chinese slut, just like you, right Jessica?" Erik smiled at Jessica, enjoying that look on her face. The expression that said, yeah, she knew she was a hot little Chinese slut, and yeah, she knew her daughter was a hot little Chinese slut too, now.
"Uhhhh," Jessica moaned. "Uhhhhhh."
"Is Jessica a hot little Chinese slut, Sally?" Erik asked, easing his cock into Sally's slushy-tight cunt, and yeah, he loved that look on her face. The one that said she knew she was pumped full of cum, and that she was taking yet another cock in her cum-slushy cunt. The look that said she knew she was a hot little Chinese cum-bucket, there to take their cocks. There to take their cum, whenever they decided it was time to shoot a load into her.
Like Jackson just shot his load in her.
Sally turned her head to look at her mom, and Jessica heard her daughter's answer.
"Yeah, Jessica's a hot little Chinese slut," Sally moaned, her sex spasming at the thought, and she knew her mom could hear her. She
knew
her mom was a hot Chinese slut now, but what did that make her? She'd done everything her mom had done. Well, almost everything...
"Hey, Carter, you wanna take over here?" Bodie grunted. "I wanna swap ends."
Sally watched as Carter took over, kneeling behind her mom, ramming his cock into her mom so that her mom's boobs quivered, and her hair flew, and then Carter was pump-fucking her mom, while Bodie used her mom's mouth. Watching her mom suck on Bodie's cum-creamed cock, Sally knew she was right. Her mom was a hot little Chinese slut, and by that expression on her mom's face, her mom knew Sally was right.
Her mom knew she was a hot little Chinese slut, and she knew her daughter was a hot little Chinese slut, too.
"Up on your hands and knees, Sally." Erik urged her up and over, and kneeling behind her, he took her the way Carter was taking her mom, and it wasn't new to Sally. Not anymore. Neither was Greg's cock, filling her mouth, and she was doing exactly what her mom was doing. Two guys at the same time, and Sally knew she was a hot little Chinese slut, just like her mom, and she didn't need anyone to tell her that.
When they started taking turns with her, it was obvious, even if it hadn't been already.
That expression on her mom's face said that her mom knew that too.
Mom, and her, they were hot Chinese fuck-sluts.
"Hey, Greg," Bodie said, holding Jessica's head in his hands while he sawed his cock in and out of her mouth, not really caring what she did, because she wasn't blowing him. Nope, he was mouth-fucking her. "Sally's good too, isn't she?"
"Fuck, yeah," Greg grunted, holding Sally's head as he sawed his cock in and out of her mouth. Mouth-fucking her. "She's a good little face-fuck."