Quiver (25 page)

Jerome clutched Dee’s hair, pushing him down farther onto his cock. This was different—Dee was rough in the way Jerome liked to be touched. As a man, he knew the pleasure spots to probe and tongue. Dee’s ass moved in rhythm with his bobbing head, moving provocatively close to Jerome. He had never fucked a man, but here, in this crimson dream, with the dissembled figures mirrored back, he wanted to be both the taker and the taken. Before him, her legs splayed across a woman’s face, her back arched in pleasure, knelt Jodie. She was not thinking of anything except her swollen cunt and the lips that tugged on it. Suddenly, impulsively, Jerome leaned across and kissed her flushed face, thrusting his tongue deep into her sweet mouth. She lifted her arms, whispering “Please, please,” and placed his hands over her breasts. Still kissing her, he pulled Dee’s face away from his cock and turned him around. Gripping his buttocks hard he plunged into Dee’s asshole. Both his tongue and his cock were circled by tight heat.

Stacey was having trouble focusing the video camera. It wasn’t so much her lack of technical expertise as much as her mounting excitement at the images of entwined legs, arms and genitals. At such close range they filled the screen in a kind of pornographic montage. There was no choice—she was on fire. She steadied the camera with one hand, while the other slid down into her underpants and wrapped itself around her slippery sex.

The entangled bodies rose and heaved, breathing together, each registering the moans and panting of the person nearest, each infected by the other’s excitement. Dee was the first to start; screaming in pleasure he climaxed, waving his arms around wildly. The vibrations of his cry penetrated Quin, whose low groans reached a shrill crescendo as, convulsing wildly, he came in Sandra. Then, like a pack of cards, they all collapsed in orgasm, the women shrieking in unison like a demented flock of rutting bats.

At the pinnacle of the cacophony the elevator shuddered, then dropped into an abrupt free fall. Pleasure became horror, as arms clutched each other, some praying silently while others clung noisily to life screaming as the elevator continued to fall. Finally it came to a sudden jolting halt and, silently, as if deferring to a greater wisdom, the doors slid open, revealing the disheveled orgy to a group of anxiously waiting spouses and friends.