Zing!

Author's Notes: This story has been posted to Literotica. Com with the full knowledge of the original author, JimBob44. No part or whole of this story may be reprinted in any other format or on any other web site without the express written consent of the original author.

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

This is just a flash story; not meant to be taken too seriously.

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In his mind, his son and his little Asian girlfriend were getting too serious too quick. Hell, the boy didn't even have a full-time job. True, his bills were always paid; his son had not once come to him, looking for a handout since moving out on his own. But still...

"My truck's bigger than that pitiful excuse for an apartment," he scoffed.

Looking at the small apartment building where his son's girlfriend and her mother lived, he parked his large truck in the space marked 'Visitor' and let the Merle Haggard song finish playing before shutting off the truck's powerful engine. They just don't make music like they used to. Used to, a song had meaning, the lyrics made sense and the guitar, the banjo, the fiddle playing; it all suited the song.

"Now? Can't tell what the hell they're saying and it all sounds the same," he grumbled, getting out of his truck.

The mailbox kiosk had a name that looked as if it might be Asian. He climbed the steps to the second landing of the apartment building and counted the doors; the numerals had been painted onto the doors but the paint had faded long ago.

"And the way she keeps saying 'zing!' all the damned time; shit drives me crazy," he muttered, reaching what he believed was the correct door.

"Would love to just spank that fat ass of hers until she stops saying..." he thought, developing the beginnings of an erection as he thought of swatting his son's girlfriend's golden brown globes with his leather belt.

A woman's voice called out from the interior of the apartment. A moment later, a voice barked out harshly from just beyond the closed door. He did not understand the words; it sounded like barking to his ears.

Loudly, he introduced himself, yelling through the door. He stated he was the father of her daughter's boyfriend. A moment later, he heard the locks being twisted then the door opened a crack. He nodded solemnly to the golden brown face that peered up at him.

At six feet, seven inches, he towered over most people. His son's girlfriend joked she needed to stand on a chair just to shake hands with him. Looking down, he saw that the mother was even shorter than the five foot two inch girlfriend.

"Kind of wanted to talk with you about your daughter and my son," he stated.

She shook her head then babbled some barks and chimes. She smiled an embarrassed smile and shrugged her shoulders. He gave her daughter's name and her eyes opened a little and she nodded, babbling something at him.

"Do you speak any English?" he asked and again was answered by an embarrassed smile and shoulder shrug.

"Oh boy," he muttered when she slowly opened the door for him.

He seated himself in the chair and she took the couch. He voiced his concerns; his son was a few years older than her daughter, but seemed quite immature. His son had no steady source of income, at least not one that he knew of.

"Would just hate for your daughter to pop up pregnant; I don't need to tell you how expensive babies can be," he suggested.

Again, he was greeted with her embarrassed smile and shoulder shrug. In the dim lighting of the apartment's front room, he looked at the woman. Her black hair was done into a severe bun at the back of her head; the bun was larger than her head. Her skin was smooth, a light golden brown. Her eyes were almond shaped; her daughter said they were originally from North Korea but had managed to escape into South Korea. From South Korea, the mother had worked in a factory, saving up enough money for her and her daughter to immigrate to America.

Her arms were spindly but her breasts stretched the front of her snug blouse. He wasn't sure; the lighting in the room was minimal, but it did appear that she was braless under the snug top. He was fairly certain he could make out her nipples through the material of the top.

Her skirt reached to her knobby knees; her golden brown calves were slim and her feet were encased in plain canvas shoes. He made a comment that she did not seem to have her daughter's fascination with shoes.

"I swear, every time she comes over, she's got on another pair of shoes; just how many shoes does that kid have?" he asked and she repeated her daughter's name, nodding her head in agreement.

"And, where does she get the money for all them shoes? Shoes ain't cheap," he said and again was treated to one of the woman's embarrassed smiles and shoulder shrugs.

From the lighted kitchen a faint 'ding' was heard. She babbled something at him and jumped to her feet. He watched her nearly flat backside wiggle as she scampered into the kitchen. He heard clinking and clanking as she bustled about, just out of view from the comfortable armchair.

She babbled something, carrying two mugs into the living room. With a graceful bow, she handed him a steaming mug and he accepted the mug. She bowed again and sat on the couch once more.

"Shame your daughter got all the ass but you do have sweeter titties than she does," he commented and she sprayed tea from her nose and mouth.

"Why, you little bitch," he growled as she coughed and spluttered.

"You leave," she demanded, wiping her face with a tissue she'd plucked from a box on the end table.

"Whole time I been sitting here, trying have a conversation with you," he growled, standing.

"You leave. You leave now," she ordered, even pointing a tiny finger toward the door. "You rude."

"Oh, I'll leave," he growled, unbuckling his belt. "I'll leave after teaching you a lesson."

"What? You, no, you leave," she said, scrambling down from the couch.

She managed two steps before he grabbed her by the very large bun of hair. His thick fingers dug into the tightly wound strands of hair and he lifted her off of her feet. She cried out in pain and surprise, small hands flailing and small legs pumping.

"Whole God damned time I been..." he snarled, sitting on her couch and pulling her to lie face down across his massive legs. He gripped her small wrists in his left hand andbrought them up behind her back.

"No, no! You, you leave, you get out my house," she shrieked as he flipped her skirt up, exposing her modest plain white cotton panties.

She shrieked again when he gripped the panties in his beefy paw and savagely ripped them from her wiggling, struggling body. Her shriek was cut short when he jammed the scrap of panties into her small mouth.

She howled into her panties when his heavy leather belt cracked down loudly on her exposed buttocks. She howled again and again as he brought the belt to bear against her naked buttocks.

"Let's see," he chuckled after delivering the tenth blow to her golden brown skin.

She shrieked again as she felt his thick fingers reaching between her thighs. She wiggled futilely, trying to avoid his touch.

He smiled; her pussy was dripping wet. The thin strands of black pubic hair could not cover her swollen inner lips, could not disguise her excitement.

"No, no, no, you stop!" she screamed into the panties as his large finger thrust deeply into her wet folds.

She screamed and bucked when he suddenly flicked his finger against her clitoris. Her excitement sprayed from her swollen lips, coating his fingers.

She panted, gasping for breath as he again thrust one, then two fingers into her wet sex. When he once again flicked her clitoris, she bucked and thrashed in orgasm.

"No! No, you, oh, oh please, please don't do that," she begged as he pressed the tip of a finger against her tightly clenched rosebud.

His finger was lubricated by her juices and in time, her muscles gave out, ceased fighting against the pressure. She sobbed into her gag as his finger entered her rectum.

He smiled; her gurgling grunts spoke volumes about the pleasure she was experiencing. Her cute little bottom was perched high as she rocked back to meet his forward movement.

"Where is your bedroom?" he ordered, pulling the scrap of cloth from her mouth.

"No! No, we you will not do that," she ordered, hurriedly pulling her skirt down when he released her wrists.

"Lady, really? You going make me do this again?" he sighed, picking up the heavy belt from the couch.

"I, I, my, my bedroom is down the hall," she finally said, standing.

"And take your hair out of that bun; never could stand those things," he ordered, following her down the hall toward her bedroom.

With a few movements, she released the large, now quite messy bun and her long black hair tumbled down. The hair reached to the floor and dragged behind her as she walked.

In her bedroom, she seemed to rediscover her modesty and refused to remove her clothing. He gripped his belt in his paws and gave a loud resounding 'crack' with the wide leather. Her black eyes opened wide and she hurried to slip out of her blouse.

"Nice, nice," he purred. "Love them little titties."

Her belly had a slight paunch; he assumed from bearing her daughter. There was also some slight scarring; she had the body of a woman. He slipped his shirt off and again, her eyes opened wide at the sight of his large, hairy chest.

His work boots were quickly unlaced while she turned and slipped out of her skirt. She moved to put her hands over her crotch and he smiled, shaking his head.

At the sight of his erect manhood, she looked toward the door of the bedroom. He did not give her time to react; he lifted her effortlessly and tossed her onto her bed.

Easily gripping her legs in his hands, he pulled her spindly legs apart and placed his mouth over her small mound. She groaned, then squealed as he tongued her fragrant pussy. He licked and sucked at her sex, sliding two fingers into her, bringing her closer and closer to her climax.

"Oh! Oh no! I, oh yes, oh yes," she cried out as he thrust his erection into her with one hard thrust.

He fucked her hard and fast, his massive hands holding her about her tiny waist. He pulled and pushed her like a rag doll as he pounded himself into her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her small mouth was open in a silent scream.

She screamed and shook in climax once, twice while he fucked her. When he stiffened and bellowed, her legs wound around his thighs, holding him snugly within her depths as she shook in climax.

"Here, use that pretty mouth to clean..." he ordered, using a handful of her long black hair to steer her toward his wilting member.

The taste was strange, somewhat funky; she realized she was tasting herself and his juices as she slobbered along the slowly expanding length of his manhood. She worked her tongue underneath the thick foreskin, cleaning his plum shaped head of their combined juices.

"That's it, that's it. Get it nice and hard for your sweet little pucker," he ordered.

His words struck and she vehemently shook her head in refusal even as his hand held her mouth on his cock. To give more credence to his words, to his intent, he reached between her thighs, scooping up two fingers of his semen, then pressed those slimy fingers against her anus.

"No!" she tried to voice, but his hand held her mouth on his hard cock, muffling her words.

She groaned as his fingers plunged in and out of her rectum. It was a truly odd sensation, two fingers thrusting in and out of her rectum. She reached a free hand between her thighs and began briskly rubbing herself as he fingered her nether hole.

"Good, that's good," he barked, pushing her hungry mouth off of his throbbing manhood. "Leave some for your tight little ass."

He saw the bottle of Jorgen's extra moisturizing lotion on her nightstand and grabbed the bottle. With a 'sploosh' he filled the palm of his hand and coated his cock with the lotion.

"I, no, you, you will kill me!" she quavered as he rolled toward her.

"Won't hurt me a bit," he smirked as he easily twisted her onto her belly. "Reach back here and pull that cute little butt open for me."

"You, you cannot, you will not," she protested.

Another swat from his belt convinced her that he would indeed fuck her ass. She reached back and pulled her reddened buttocks open for his probing fingers.

"Aw yeah, aw yeah," he crooned, again thrusting his two fingers into her rosebud.

"Aieegh!" she shrieked as the head of his greasy cock pushed into her resisting hole.

Waves of searing pain shot out from her struggling anus as his large knob pushed into her. She was trapped underneath his immense bulk, unable to stop his sodomy.

"Oh!" she shuddered as her wet pussy rubbed against the rough brocade of her bed's comforter.

"Oh God damn but you, augh, God you are one tight fuck," he groaned, thrusting half of his immense length into her struggling bowels.

A second forceful lunge buried his cock into her guts. She struggled for breath as his entire weight rested fully on top of her.

"Fuck yeah, that, that's it, Baby, work that ass," he growled as she struggled beneath him.

She groaned in relief when he hefted himself onto his elbows. She gasped in precious breath as he began to withdraw from her struggling, squirming rectum.

"Oomph! I, oh!" she grunted as he lunged forcefully, burying his cock into her bowels once more.

By the fourth time he pounded his cock into her, her 'oomph!' was little more than grunts. A curious warmth began to well up in her guts. And the force of his thrusts was causing her pussy to grind against the rough texture of her bed covering.

"I, oh, oh Aieegh!" she screamed in orgasm.

"Aw God damn, God damn, Jesus God but you are one tight fuck," he groaned, stiffened, then bellowed out loud.

"Aieegh!" she cried out again in climax.

A low groan escaped her lips when he pulled his wilting cock from her stretched, raw anus. She could feel his sperm trickling from her raw bowels, trickling along the patch of skin between anus and labia, then dripping along her labia. She reached her hand between her belly and the bed and rubbed her clitoris briskly.

"Aieegh!" she grunted out in orgasm.

"Next time I come over, I'll bring some drinks; what you like to drink?" he asked, returning to the bedroom.

"Tea," she said.

"Whiskey? Gin? Know what? I like gin," he said, affectionately slapping her on her ass. "I'll bring by some gin, all right?"

"Okay," she agreed, still rubbing her clitoris as he dressed.

He used a handful of her hair to raise her head from her bed. He kissed her and she was startled by the surprisingly tender kiss he gave her.

"Damn but you are one good fuck," he repeated and stomped from her bedroom.

She heard the door slam shut just as she crested in another orgasm. Then she lay, feeling his semen dripping from both anus and vagina.

The slamming of the door roused her from her slumber. Quickly, she pulled her robe on over her nude body. Modesty intact, she sprayed some air freshener, hoping to cover the scent of raw sex. Coming out of her bedroom, she met her daughter in the hallway between their two bedrooms. She demanded to see what her daughter had in the various bags from the local mall.

"I met your boyfriend's father today," she barked at her daughter as the girl showed her various clothes and shoes her boyfriend had bought for her.

"Did you pretend you do not speak English?" the daughter accused.

"Of course. You learn a lot more by listening than you do by talking," the mother agreed.

"You know, one day? Once day you are really going to get into trouble doing that," the daughter warned.

"You don't worry about that. You worry about he come back, tell me you not good girl," the mother said, letting the threat hang in the air.

Her daughter assured her; she was a good girl. Her boyfriend's father should have no cause to return to their home.

"I hope he come over here," the mother thought as she scrambled to prepare dinner.

The End

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