Brian can hardly wait for the New Year to arrive – so he can escape this boring party – until he spots his pal Bill dancing with a voluptuous young redhead called Laura. Their sweaty bodies glisten as they twirl and twine so salaciously that Brian dubs their sensuous cavorting ‘the beast with two backs’. His thick cock, set throbbing by the primitive beat of the tumultuous music, rises to new heights in salute to the lascivious dancers and their feral exhibition.
Brian’s eyes cloud briefly as shadowy, lustful vignettes flash through his mind: Laura yanking her skirt above her writhing hips and Bill tearing off the girl's dainty panties ... Laura, completely naked, astride his pal’s chest, her dribbling cunt juices matting his coarse hair while Bill squeezes her full, hard-tipped breasts ... Laura spreading her supple thighs and clutching Bill's hair, tugging his face ever deeper into her soggy muff ... the stripped girl on her knees as in worship, her milky breasts flaunting turgid pink nipples as she sucks the thick shaft of Bill’s rigid cock fully into her hungry mouth ... Laura straining to spread her legs ever wider, as she urges Bill to plunge his swollen dick ever deeper into her sopping pussy ... Not only Brian was ablaze with such notions!
Staggered by his response, Brian suddenly realizes that a man fucking a woman has no true idea of the depth of her wantonness, the degree of licentiousness that rules her then; only an onlooker can see it, because her lover’s eyes are blinded by the pandemonium of his own lust. That canny insight is a momentous epiphany, one that alters his life completely and forever.
Just as Brian is about to loose an uncontrollable tribute of blistering semen, the two slither apart and Laura vanishes. He is devastated; a spectacle without a climax is unthinkable! Floundering in a quagmire of lust, Brian swears to see that finale: by next New Year’s Eve, whatever the cost and consequences, he will witness the Big Bang of all time – by devising a cunning plan to maneuver his wife Laura and his friend Bill into bed!
EXTRACT
This party should be in the Guinness Book – under boring, Brian
thought as he slouched against the wall and stifled a yawn. It was
shortly past midnight and he hoped his wife would surface soon so they
could escape the annual New Year's Eve get together at his boss's
house, held in the mistaken belief that sharing cheese balls and cheap
wine promotes camaraderie. As he discreetly surveyed the crowd for
drunken marketeers or other pariahs heading his way, Brian spotted his
friend Bill enfolding a gorgeous young woman named Laura in a distant
corner. Brian, now 38, and Bill, two years older, were software
wizards and had been cronies for twelve years.
Bill was rarely without a pretty girl or two – or, more accurately,
pretty girls rarely escaped Bill's notice and company for long; Bill's
home was a thousand miles away from their project site, and every
month or so he visited his wife and family for a week. Between times,
he and Brian usually had dinner together once or twice a week, often
double dating before Brian's marriage, so Brian knew many of Bill's
girls. Since Brian's marriage nearly four years earlier, the dinners
continued, but now Brian's date was always the same woman.
Fortunately, his wife loved to hear Bill and Brian trade mock insults,
for both were unusually gifted at wit and repartee.
Laura looks extraordinarily delicious tonight, as usual – good enough
to eat, Brian thought. He had noticed her and Bill dancing wildly
earlier, an activity that Brian spurned; now, under one of the
ubiquitous sprigs of mistletoe hung for the party, their tête-à-tête
in a distant corner finished with a kiss. It started as the usual
restrained smooch common to holiday celebrations, but the alluring
girl squirmed against Bill, thrusting her generous breasts and firm
thighs vigorously into his wiry body, while his hands slid down to cup
and squeeze the young redhead's voluptuous ass passionately, in a sort
of Apache dance. The potent but unrecognized – or perhaps furtive –
chemistry between them was betrayed by their inflamed faces and
clutching bodies. Brian felt his own face flush instantly; his breath
came in rapid gulps and his cock sprang to full attention, straining
ferociously against his trousers. This is so bizarre! he thought.
Nothing I've ever seen before gave me a hard-on this ferocious,
instantly! I'm afraid to move, if my cock brushes my pants, I’ll cum
like Old Faithful.
Brian’s eyes clouded briefly as shadowy, lustful vignettes flashed
through his mind: Laura yanking her skirt above her writhing hips and
Bill tearing off the girl's dainty panties ... Laura, completely
naked, astride his pal’s chest, her dribbling cunt juices matting his
coarse hair while Bill squeezes her full, hard-tipped breasts ...
Laura spreading her supple thighs and clutching Bill's hair, tugging
his face ever deeper into her soggy muff ... the stripped girl on her
knees as in worship, her milky breasts flaunting turgid pink nipples
as she sucks the thick shaft of Bill’s rigid cock fully into her
hungry mouth ... Laura straining to spread her legs ever wider, as she
urges Bill to plunge his swollen dick ever deeper into her sopping
pussy ... Not only Brian was ablaze with such fantasies!
Brian wrenched his mind from the licentious quagmire threatening to
engulf it, afraid that in another instant his straining groin muscles
would surrender, and a flood of semen would jet from his aching balls.
He hazily glimpsed Laura slither slowly from Bill's embrace and walk
hastily upstairs; he guessed chagrin at the spectacle she had made of
herself fueled her flight, then quickly sank back into his Dionysian
reverie. Seeing this facet of Laura – a girl completely devoured by
carnality, wallowing in lust – was astonishing, and he was thrilled to
see her laid so bare.
His prurient reaction was as incredible to him as it was
overpowering, not at all what Brian would have predicted. He had
watched Bill and Laura dance together many times, frenzied gyrations
to tempestuous music, and never before had that provoked anything but
mild amusement; it had been merely a duet he could not put a name to.
But tonight what he felt was intense distress at its abrupt
termination, an exorbitant desire to see cock and cunt fused by
insatiate appetites. A spectacle without a climax, he thought, is
intolerable. “If just a little fondling does that to her, I have to
see the two of them fucking – it will be thermonuclear!” Brian
realized. “Blistering hot fusion!”
He suddenly realized that even when a man is fucking a woman, he can
have no accurate idea of the depth of her wantonness, the degree of
licentiousness that rules her at those times; only an onlooker can see
it, because her lover’s eyes are blinded by the pandemonium of his own
lust. It has something to do with Heisenberg uncertainty, he thought
distractedly, something like you can't measure the heat while you're
fanning the blaze. That canny insight was a momentous epiphany, one
that would alter his life completely and forever. “I will be that
spectator,” Brian pledged silently.
“This is the traditional time to change the course of your life – New
Year's resolutions and all that,” Brian mused as he contemplated the
situation. “And from here on I'm taking an uncharted path, a road
less traveled. The proper name for their dance is the beast with two
backs, Brian thought, and very soon I shall call that tune!”
Disbelief, jealousy, despair, rage – to feel any or all of these
would not have surprised him – instead, watching his old friend and
his young wife paw one another's bodies had brought his blood to a
lusty boil! By next New Year's Eve, he vowed, I'll see my buddy's
prick plunge into my wife's twat, the Big Bang of all time!
