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.