Thunder-Cucked Vol. 1
Bull in His China Shop
Joe Cantwell's troubles began late Sunday night...
"Joe, don't you dare even think about putting your little dick in my butthole,' his sexy HAPA wife Lily warned him as she flipped through the TV channels with one hand holding the remote, using the other to rest her small dimpled chin on. She was half Vietnamese and half American. She had the sexy, innocent appeal of the typical Asian beauty, combined with milky white skin from her father's Russian side of the family."Or your dirty, nasty, disgusting little finger."
Not quite a native speaker, Lily had her own pet phrases and English-speaking oddities. She thought dirtynastydisgusting was one word, because nothing was ever just dirty in her opinion, especially when it came to Joe and his admittedly deviant desires. Dirtynastydisgusting! she would decree whenever he even mentioned the idea of fucking her ass.
"Okay, sweetie," Joe answered meekly, hanging his head. He was behind her petite, naked body, as she crouched on all fours, his four inch cock buried as deep as it could go inside her warm vagina, and it didn't seem to register at all on her sexual Richter scale. Of course, she told him not to worry about it much; when she was horny, and really wanted to get off, she would have him lie flat on his back without a stitch of clothing on, and face fuck him with her cunt. Since he started dating Lily two years ago, Joe became quite proficient at going down on her, something he never did for his previous girlfriends. As far as Joe being able to get off, he was mostly on his own. What he really wanted to do right now was grab a fistful of her long dark hair yank it backward and give her ass a good fucking, but she hated it whenever he messed with her hair, and as far as he knew her little asshole was still virgin. Determined to cum, he began humping her furiously as she suppressed a yawn.
"Hurry up, Joe. Troi oi!' Troi oi was Vietnamese for' Oh my God!' but in this case it just meant 'I'm so bored!' he could tell by her tone. Joe had managed to pick up a little bit of her native tongue in the last two years.
"I'm trying," he said as he began picking up speed. He loved Lily so much. He loved her long, straight, jet black hair, her slanted brown eyes, little fingers and nice ass. She was very petite, barely weighing ninety pounds but her her breasts were large for her tiny frame and round. Lily loved dressing sexy, in tight shorts and jeans, and clingy shirts and blouses. With her hair in a ponytail, or in braids, she was amazingly sexy. Men, and some women, just turned and gaped at her. In the small town where they lived, Asians were underrepresented, so she was not only gorgeous, she was also a rarity. Mexican immigrants--of which there were many--often mistook her for Hispanic at first glance--and sometimes hit on her in Spanish, usually causing her to glare at them and begin berating them with a string of Vietnamese. Usually they looked confused, then would just laugh and leave quickly. Joe was so fucking proud just be seen out and about with her, and thrilled when she said yes a few months ago.
All of his friends at work were insanely jealous. When they went shopping together, Joe would make excuses to the effect of having forgot something he wanted a few aisles back and then just follow her around the store for a few minutes from a safe distance like a stalker, getting off on the hungry expressions and dropped jaws from other, less fortunate men--and a few women--as she walked by. She ignored them all, barely acknowledging their presence. One of the great things about her was despite the fact so many of his friends and family were suspicious of Lily, and their relationship, she was completely devoted to him and wouldn't give any other man the time of day. Now the wedding was two weeks away, and he couldn't wait to put his ring on her finger.
Lily stopped for a moment on Channel Six News as Joe kept at it, grabbing a handful of her great ass, and using the other free hand to fondle one of her dangling breasts from behind. She pushed the hand off her breast but did consent at last to grinding her hips against his little cock for a change as the news switched to the weather. Joe was, as always, extremely grateful. Lily had a really tight vagina. She was half American and half Vietnamese, so everything was a bit smaller she explained proudly. It wasn't dry but it wasn't an ocean of passion between her thighs, either. Joe was used to her lack of enthusiasm by now, though, so he doggedly kept at it as Lily yawned.
"Please, Joe, hurry up, I have to get ready to go." He grabbed her shoulders and feeling a climax coming, began to moan excitedly. Joe wasn't a very large man. He was about five feet eight inches, with narrow shoulders, white, freckled skin and a pasty, bony body. His hair was already thinning before thirty, and he needed thick glasses just to see, especially when he was at work dealing with reams of reports with tiny lettering and numbers. But as small and imperfect as he admittedly was, he was still huge compared to her. He looked like pale, clumsy white mule who'd somehow managed to catch a speedy, sleek cheetah and was now trying to mount it.
"I'm almost there,' Joe mumbled between rushed, excited gasps.
When he started to cum, for a change he was rewarded with screams of delight out of nowhere. Her getting off due to his efforts was rare indeed unless she was sitting atop his pussy juice drenched face. As Joe pulled out and shot his meager load atop her silky yellow ass cheeks, as always careful not to make her angry by soaking the insides of her vagina, she yelped in delight. Oh, I must have done something good, he thought happily as he collapsed onto the bed atop the warm, now empty space she occupied just a second before. His arm meant to drape across her bare shoulder instead found empty air.
She was on the phone, standing naked between the end of their bed and the television, yammering at someone--presumably her mother--in rapid fire Viet gibberish. He normally knew enough to pick out a smattering of words, but didn't even try this time. She was talking too excitedly and quickly for him to have a prayer of understanding. Gasping, his body still trembling happily as the high of his orgasm began to melt away, he lay both prone and mute as he watched his jizz sliding off her ass cheeks and onto the back of her legs. She bent over, gaped at the television, yelped again, did a little jump in the air, her long black hair flopping up and down over her back, then still talking excitedly into the phone dashed inside the bathroom and closed and locked the door. In a moment he heard the shower running.
Joe finally rolled over to see what she found so interesting. He had to search for his glasses first, finding them on the nightstand, but he could hear the news anchor speaking in the background.
" In local news, Jack Dyer, famed ex-sports star at Longwood High was released a free man today after the woman whose testimony helped send him to prison three years ago publicly recanted. She now says she has no recollection of the events surrounding the armed robbery of a local pizzeria and the murder of her husband in the same incident. She and her late husband operated the business together at the time," the anchor solemnly intoned. Joe was able to finally get his glasses on, already greatly alarmed.
"Investigators tell us the investigation is still ongoing."
Just as the report was about to end, a picture flashed on the screen, and his heart sank.
It really was him.
Jack Fuckin' Dwyer!
In school, Jack Dwyer was a legend. He broke dozens of records in basketball, baseball and football. He was 6' 4" and one eighty in the eight grade. When he went to high school the first year, he broke the jaw of the then starting senior middle linebacker with one swing after they argued over a girl. The next game, Jack was starting after serving a three day suspension. He played linebacker and fullback for the next four years, setting school records in sacks, tackles, and rushing touchdowns. The three of them, Jack, Joe and the lovely, vivacious Lily Vo all attended at the same time, although of course in their rarified air Jack and Lily barely new Joe existed as he spent four years lusting after Jack's cheerleader girlfriend from a safe distance the entire time. One of his few friends in school turned out to be her twin sister Christine, who shared one thing in common with Joe:
They both hated Jack Dwyer with a passion.
Christine joked that she got all the brains and Lily got the looks. She was a taller, gawkier version of her sister, but Christine was still attractive, tall and slender, with the same long black hair, she just wore it up more, didn't dress like a tramp and was easily the smartest student in school. She graduated first in her class, and went on to State before doing Post-Grad in Chicago. Joe suspected Christine left to get out of Lily's shadow. It was just hard to compete with Lily's natural beauty and infectious personality.
Jack got injured halfway through his senior year. The scholarship offers everyone was expecting never came. After school, Joe went to the local community college. His grades were never the best, but he was a grinder, learning from his father to make do with what gifts he had. He worked at a bank, then an investment firm--his true passion--and then was recruited back to his original bank and very same branch to oversee an investment program. He lost track of Jack and Lily, but around this time Jack got arrested. He'd drifted into drugs and biker gangs, which most people in the small town knew about already, but being arrested for murder was indeed a shock.
After the trial, he received a call from Christine. Never one to beat around the bush, she got right to the point.
"I remember you had a thing for my sister."
"Yes, along with every other pimple faced geek back then,' he replied, trying to play it cool. She knew he had more than a 'thing' for Lily. They'd spent hours talking about her. Joe spoke of lost love, and Christine told him how she was convinced Jack was ruining her sister's life. Lily's entire family except for their mother hated Jack. They wanted to see her go to college and be successful.
"You were crazy about her, Joe," Christine shot back, not buying his bullshit."I bet you still are...right?"
"Um...sure," Joe answered, wondering where this was all heading. It'd been years since they last spoke. "I guess so."
"You guess so?" Christine groaned audibly over the line. "Be a little more assertive, Joe. Please. You are so fucking smart and have a lot to offer someone...would you like to come over to see her?" He met her question with stunned silence, and when he didn't reply right away, Christine plowed onward."I'm coming down to visit. Lily's been depressed since the arrest, and now she's positively catatonic. I'll be honest with you, Joe. We want to hook her up with a real human being this time before she gets involved with another snake loser scumbag."
"Wow." That was one thing he loved about Christine: she didn't mince words. For once in his life, Joe didn't either.
"I would love to see Lily again,' he breathed. For emphasis, he added:"Anytime, anyplace."
