Jeong Par's First Frosh Ball

Jeong Park's First Frosh Ball Ch 11

Asian Bible Class Virgins - Part One

by Chloe Tzang

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And here's that little note from Chloe again:

First and foremost, my apologies for the eternal wait, which was way and beyond much longer than I anticipated. Hope you enjoy your New Year's Present. I experienced a bit of a writer's block on this one for far too long, where I was trying to figure out where the story was going, and I got side-tracked on a few other writing projects, like I always do, and then we ended up moving houses, which sucked up another couple of months,what with packing and moving and unpacking. Anyhow, excuses, excuses, and you know how it is. I don't make a living from writing, and time...time...time, but here it is. At last. At long long long last. And now, on with the story, such as it is, but first, the usual.....

Just in case you haven't read any of the previous chapters of Jeong Park before, I will of course repeat that warning for any innocents who have inadvertently strayed across this story without having read any of the previous installments (if you haven't read any of the previous installments, do please go back and start from Chapter One, it all makes a lot more sense that way, believe me). Now okay, that warning message....

This is, as has been mentioned in previous chapters, a tale of sordid, misogynistic, exploitative and abusive sex

(if it isn't, I've completely lost the plot). You have been officially warned (again and again if you've read previous chapters because I repeat this every time), so I won't go through all that again. So 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. On the other hand.....LOL

So now that we're clear on that one, here you are, at last. Chapter Eleven of Jeong Park's First Frosh Ball, which does move us along just a little further in this sordid tale of lust, exploitative sex, and debauchery. I do hope those of you who have been enjoying Jeong's tail so far continue to enjoy. Rest assured however, that Jeong's suffering and frustration (and likely yours too) have more chapters to go! You have years of frustration ahead of you. LOL. Well, hopefully not but my track record on deadlines is appalling, so no more commitments. It shall be as the muse takes me, and keep your fingers crossed that the muse is on top of this story!

Enjoy....

Chloe

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Jeong Park's First Frosh Ball Ch 11

Asian Bible Class Virgins - Part One

Lips brushed the back of Hana's neck, arms spooned her in a very masculine embrace as the morning sun warmed her face. An erection pressed firmly against her butt, hot and hard, bringing an immediate heated arousal that left her limp, heart heart suddenly racing.

Morning sun? Embrace? Erection pressing firmly against her butt.

"Oh my god!" Hana's eyes flew open, but even before they did, she knew exactly where she was. In Mark's bed. She knew how she'd gotten there, too. They'd left dinner half-eaten. Mark had taken her from that hotel restaurant straight to his hotel room, and she'd already been almost naked before they'd made it halfway across the suite, her clothes marking a trail from the door to his bed.

They were probably still there, where they'd been discarded.

They'd made love, long and slow, and it'd been as if they were back in Busan, nineteen years earlier, in those magical few weeks and months after she'd first met Mark, back when she was eighteen and in her first year at the Busan University of Foreign Studies. That course she'd enrolled in, where she'd met Mark.

Making love in Mark's hotel room last night, on his bed, they way they had over those few short months they'd been together in Busan, and she'd welcomed him eagerly, just as she'd welcomed him then. Now they were together again. She'd thought she'd lost him forever back then. Her beautiful Jeong had been the only reminder of that lost love that she'd been able to hold onto, but now he was back, and in her life again. In her life?

He'd asked her to marry him, and she'd said yes, and wonder and happiness filled her..

Sunlight. His hotel room? She'd slept through the night and into the morning. Jeong? Jeong was home alone. What on earth was she going to think? She had to call her. She had to...but what was she going to say? Where was her phone?

Her mobile rang. Where was it? Bedside table? She must have placed it there. She reached for it, knowing who it was. She must have seen she wasn't home. She'd be worried....

"You must have been tired, mom, so I left you to sleep in. Hope I didn't wake you up?" Jeong's voice said right away. She was laughing. "I had to leave early to meet Ariana, I made breakfast and left yours under the warmer. What time did you get to sleep last night, anyhow?"

Hana relaxed, her body suddenly limp, conscious again of Mark's erection pressed hotly against her. Jeong must think she was in her bedroom, fast asleep.

"Really late," she said, heart pounding, but with relief now. She wasn't lying to Jeong. She just wasn't telling her the entire truth, that was all. No harm in that, was there? She'd tell her about Mark, and that they were getting married tonight. Or tomorrow night. Maybe the weekend. Sometime soon, once she sorted things out in her own head.

But how was she going to tell Jeong that Mark was her real dad?

"Must have been late. I didn't even hear you come home. I've got class now, mom. Just wanted to let you know I'm at school. See you tonight," Jeong said. "Love you. Bye."

"Bye honey, see you tonight," Hana said, closing her eyes, limp with relief as the connection closed.

Mark wasn't limp though. Mark was hard, and that hardness was pressed against her butt, the way it had been pressed against her butt the morning after that first night they'd met, long ago in Busan. His hands turned her and eased her onto her back beside him in his bed. Turning her face towards his, she gazed up into his eyes now, the way she'd gazed up into his eyes on that first night they'd spent together, nineteen years ago, and it was as if all those years between this moment and that had never been.

"I love you, Mark," she breathed, as she'd breathed those same words so many times before, all those years ago, and her heart almost exploded with the sheer joy and happiness of gazing up at his face, drinking that face she loved so much, his eyes looking down into hers, that intent look on his face, so serious until he smiled.

"Love you, Hana," he said softly, one arm under her shoulders, his body pressed against hers with that hard masculinity that she remembered so well. His arm held her, his other hand gently brushed her cheek, her jawbone, tracing the contours of her face, gazing raptly down, knowing he loved her.

"I love you," he said again, smiling now. "I've always loved you, and you're mine now. You'll always be mine now. Mine forever."

"I love you," Hana marveled, her heart almost exploding, her body responding with instant excitement as he brushed the sheet back, exposing her naked body to eyes that drank her in, that simple movement, that exposure of her naked body, his eyes gazing down at her, all bringing back a sudden flood of memories.

Meeting him at that presentation he'd given at the University in Busan. Talking with him. His invitation to go for a coffee. The first touch of their hands. The cherry blossom festival and their first kiss, petals from the cherry blossoms in her hair as their lips first brushed, first met, his lips sealing themselves to hers, kissing, on and on, his arms first holding her, then crushing her against him in that first long embrace.

Meeting him every day, dating him, held in his arms, his kisses sweet and tempting. His body tempting her, until at last she gazed up into his eyes, her arms around his neck, her heart pounding with a terrifying mix of fear and anticipation and excitement.

"Why don't we go to your apartment tomorrow night?"

His apartment, walking through the door, her heart pounding in trepidation. She'd spent hours on her makeup, choosing the clothes she would wear for that evening. Carefully chosen clothes that had been barely noticed as they were left in a trail scattered across the polished wooden floor, intermingled with his as he walked her to his bed, neither of them able to pause their kisses and their caresses.

"I love you," Hana murmured again, her hand exploring his hardness as he moved over her, just as she'd explored and marveled at his rigid male arousal when they had lain on his bed together that first time. He, naked. She, wearing only those delicate panties of black lace that she'd slipped on for the very first time with such excitement as she'd dressed for that date with him.

Panties she'd bought and then worn, anticipating that Mark would remove them.

He

had

removed them, back then, slowly, just as he'd removed her panties last night. He'd looked at her then, just as he was looking at her now. He'd slowly stripped her panties from her, exposing her, and then he'd kissed and caressed her, as he was beginning to caress her once more, his lips tasting hers, his hand exploring, as he'd explored her body so intimately on that first night together, long ago in Busan.

"Ohhhhhhh," she'd heard herself sigh, relaxing, surrendering herself completely to him, enjoying his mouth on her, his hand and his mouth. Reveling now in his mouth on her breasts, kissing them, licking them, sucking on her swollen nipples as he'd sucked on them all those years ago in Busan.

"Nineteen years," he murmured. "Nineteen years without you, and you barely look any older. It's like time passed you by to bring you back to me."

"You'll never be without me again," Hana moaned, holding his rigid length in her hand, parting her legs for him, opening herself to him as he moved over her. "Never never never."

"Good," he said, moving to take her. "Good, because I couldn't bear ever again being without you. Hana. Not after finding you again after all these years."

His cockhead brushed her sex, and she felt herself open to him.

"There was never anyone but you," she moaned, drawing her knees back, accepting his weight against her as her thighs cradled him.

"There's only you now, Hana," Mark murmured, thrusting gently. "Only you."

"Ohhhuugggghhhhh," Hana groaned, her back arching, her eyes wide as he entered her slowly, the head of his cock penetrating her, pausing, thrusting slowly higher in a long and unending slide that ended only when all of him was inside her, his body pressing against hers where they joined, his body pressing against her everywhere in a joining that was at once familiar and strange, a familiarity that she wanted back so very much as he held himself inside her.

"Hana!" Mark groaned, shuddering with his need as her channel clasped him in that tight slick hot embrace that he remembered so well. Remembered the pleasure her body had given him from the very first, remembered everything about her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Hana groaned again, shuddering in ecstatic surrender, her knees now clasping his ribs, her hands clutching at his back as her sex spasmed convulsively on his length, accepting him inside her body. Welcoming him within, where no-one but him had ever touched her. No-one in that eighteen years since she'd last seen him, and now she was remembering those sensations.

Remembering the things he'd taught her, the thing's he'd done to her, the pleasure he'd coaxed from her, back when she was eighteen herself, inexperienced, innocent, so young and so passionately in love with him. A passionate love that she knew now had never changed, and would never change. So willing to give herself to him. As willing as she'd been last night, when he led her to his bed.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh." As willing as she was now, and she was more than willing, she was eager.

For so many years, she'd thought of him, remembered him, cherished her daughter because Jeong was Mark's daughter too, but she'd never anticipated that she would meet him again, like this, by chance, and that he'd still love her. That he'd love her as much as she still loved him, and his cock moved inside her, eased back, thrust inwards again, slowly, bringing a paroxysm of pleasure and love combined that held her enthralled.

"Mark," she moaned. "Oh Mark...Mark...I love you...I love you."

"Hana," Mark breathed, gazing down at her,

His eyes were that pale blue that she'd adored. That she still adored. His body older, but still tanned, still fit, still the Mark that she loved. That she'd always loved, and she moved beneath him herself now, the way he'd taught her back in his bed in Busan, her hips bucking, ankles crossed behind the small of his back, impatient now, wanting him. Wanting him to take her and finish in her and then to make love to her again.

"Do it to me," she moaned. "Do it to me, Mark. Fuck me."

She remembered that first time she'd moaned those words to him, almost ashamed of herself, almost embarrassed, but so excited, so aroused, wanting so much to excite him, despite that residual pain from the loss of her virginity as he'd made love to her that first time, on his large bed in that small apartment. She'd come to know every inch of that apartment over those few months, just as she'd come to know every inch of his body.

Just as he'd come to know every inch of

her

body.

"Hhhhuuggggnnnuuugggghhhhhhhh." Inches that she knew and remembered so well moved inside her, thrusting deep, an endlessly heart-stopping thrust that filled her sex completely with his cockshaft, as huge and hard inside her as she remembered, and it was as if those years had fallen away and she was eighteen again, eighteen and in love and lost in the ecstasy of him and her, and then she forgot about everything except the present, everything except her and Mark, here, now, making love together.

"Hana," Mark grunted, the taste of her name rolling across his tongue as he pushed hard, crushing himself up against her sex, his muscular thighs parting her wide for him, her wide-spread thighs cradling him in helpless surrender, her knees clutching at his ribs as he remembered her knees clutching at him all those years ago, her sex as tight and slippery hot on him as she'd been all those years ago.

"Hana, I love you, I love you." Thrusting deep. Tight. So tight and slippery on him, thrusting against that clasping grip that engulfed him.

"Oouuhhhhhh," Hana half-moaned, half-groaned, bucking with his rigid presence within her, so familiar and yet, after those years had passed, also so unfamiliar, his weight crushing down on her, his chest crushing against her breasts, his eyes drilling down into hers the way his cock was drilling into her sex. Big? He was so big, filling her.

Big and thick inside, stretching her around his girth, his cockhead deep inside her, and her back arched, her breasts were crushed against him, her head arching back as she took all of him, and her sex adjusted to that rigid presence inside her once more. Her body adjusting to his weight on her, his hard masculine presence, his taking of her, making her his.

She'd only ever wanted to be his, and now she was.

"Nuuhhh," Mark grunted, moving inside her, in, out, sliding, thrusting. Long thick slides, and his cock felt bigger with every movement. Stretching her. Penetrating so far up inside her, higher than she seemed to remember him reaching. So high, and when he slid back, it was as if he dragged part of her with him and then thrust it back inside her again, on and on and on, endlessly on. Endless pleasure, because it was. It was so good. Better than good.

It was love. Hana loved him, and Mark was making love to her.

"Uhhhh," Hana gasped. "Uhhh... uhhh... uhhhh." Oh god, it was so good and his cock was moving, thrusting deep, so big and hard. Her knees clasped his ribs, her feet bounced on his butt as he plunged his cock into her, and the hotel room bed was creaking and groaning, and she would have smiled if she could, remembering his bed creaking and groaning in that Busan hotel room long ago..

"Ohh... ohhh... ohhhh." She remembered something else she'd liked doing and she did it now.

She crossed her ankles behind his back and tensed, pulling herself onto him as he plunged into her, moving with him, her hips bucking as she slid herself onto his cock, and he grunted his pleasure.

"Hana, that's good... oh god that's good..." His cock drove into her faster and harder, and she loved it. She loved Mark. She loved what he was doing to her, just as she'd loved what he did to her back all those years ago, in Busan, all those years ago, when she'd been eighteen and in love.

She wasn't eighteen anymore, but she was just as in love with him as she'd been all those years ago, and it was as if no time had passed either of them by.

"Ohh... ohhh... ohhh..." Hana couldn't stop moaning. Mark was pounding her, her arms vined around his neck as he pump-fucked her, the bed was bouncing and banging against the wall, making almost as much noise as she was.

"Uhhh... uhhh... uhhh." Mark was grunting now, into those frenzied short hard stokes that she knew meant he was going to, and she remembered...how well she remembered.

"Yes... yes yes yes yes, do it do it do it in me," Hana sobbed, almost there. Almost... almost...

"Fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck..." Mark grunted, humping himself hard into her, and inside her sex where she clasped him tight, his cock throbbed and pulsed as he ejaculated inside her, cumming hard.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhh... ohhhhhhhhh..." Hana climaxed, and it was so good that her toes curled and her thoughts were swept away in a mindless rushing wave of sensation, and even when he had stopped breathing hard and he gently eased out of her, she was still quivering and moaning with the ecstasy of that orgasm.

"I'll call my office and tell them I won't be coming in until this afternoon," Hana murmured sleepily a long time later, her head resting on his shoulder, one of his arms around her, his hand on her butt.

"Mmmm, great idea," Mark murmured sleepily, tenderly, holding her slender softness close. "Why not take the day off, tell them you'll be back tomorrow."

"Mmmmm," Hana breathed, her hand finding him, clasping him, feeling him stir under her touch. "Let's do it one more time first." Her lips brushed his jawline. "Once is never enough with a guy like you."

He smiled, turning towards her, smiling as one of his hands cupped one of her breasts and it was as if that eighteen years of separation had never been.

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"God, I'm so glad they were open early." Ariana swallowed the magical little Plan B pill with relief, eyeing the little boxes of Alesse as she tucked them into her backpack. "Why didn't you get some, Jeong?"

"I've got an appointment tomorrow after school," Jeong said, blushing slightly. She wasn't going to mention her friends from Bible Class were all coming with her. Not to Ariana. "We better run. We're going to be late if we don't."