The three of us rested for a few minutes. Then April took Mora into her arms, kissing her softly and thanking her. It seemed strange that she should give thanks to a girl who had just made love to her, but she kept saying how happy she was, and thanking Mora over and over again, while nearly ignoring me.
Mora was in April's arms, but she reached over and started playing with me, rubbing my legs and balls. At that point it wouldn't have taken much to set me off. The newness of the situation and the knowledge that I was in bed with two women were almost enough by themselves. I could feel my juices pretty high and, to make it worse, Mora leaned away from April and started sucking me. April moved down close to watch, fascinated as Mora's deft tongue licked me up, down and around. Mora took the back of April's head and, using gentle pressure, brought her lips into electric contact with my cock, murmuring softly that it was all right, that I would not come on them.
Looking at the two girls' lips moving up and down me, I didn't have Mora's confidence in myself. At first April didn't seem to enjoy it that much. I think she just did it to please Mora, who grabbed my shaft with her hand and guided the head of it into her mouth, kissing and licking around April's lips as the blonde hesitantly sucked me. I could tell that she had never sucked a man before. Her lips were wet and warm, but she didn't lavish the affection on it that Mora did, or any of the earlier girls, for that matter. She just kept her mouth moving on it, her eyes looking lovingly at Mora for approval. Controlling the action with her hand, Mora withdrew the tip from April's mouth and slipped it into her own, then back into April, then back into her own, and the two of them kissed, running their tongues into each other's mouths and using the head of my cock for a third partner, licking it as they licked each other.
Mora said she wanted me in her, and turned onto her back. Sitting upright on my knees, I slipped it into her as April, who, like me, had evidently never been in a threesome, maintained her voyeurism by bending down to watch. I was so near shooting that I was afraid to move very much. Mora told me to stay on my knees and not move over her. Then she took April into her arms. April was lying diagonally on her, while Mora slipped her left arm under, and up between April's spread legs to feel her cunt. I was stroking April's hair and back as she moved down to suck Mora's breast, working on it for quite some time, then brushing her lips over and down to Mora's cunt. What a sight. There I was on my knees between Mora's legs, with April's blond head bobbing in the space between our bodies. As she licked Mora's clit I could feel her tongue on the top of my sliding cock. Mora began pumping frantically. It was too much for me to bear; the semen boiled out of me and I had as quiet an orgasm as I could, so as not to scare April.
My cock started to shrink in Mora but she was too far gone to feel it. She started jerking wildly and I slipped out of her, but neither of them seemed to notice. April moved down farther, getting a lot of my semen, which was running out of Mora, right in the face. Mora screamed and bucked for over a minute and then collapsed, spread-eagled on the bed.
I looked at the clock. It was ten. The whole thing hadn't taken even an hour. We moved up close to one another and fell asleep in a pile that must have made us look as though we had all dived for a fumbled football.
Sometime later, noise and bed motion awoke me. I looked over to see Mora lying on top of April, between her legs, rubbing and bumping herself against April's pubic mound, then moving down to slide her cunt over the top of April's leg. April had reached behind and had her fingers in Mora's cunt from the rear. They were breathless and sobbing, kissing each other and moving frantically. With a last gasp of effort Mora clasped her lips over April's and moaned out another orgasm.
I got hard again, watching them as they rolled over and April began to rub herself against Mora. I moved closer and caressed April's back and ass and legs as she humped. I slid my arm around and between their bodies, feeling their glistening skin slip smoothly over the top and bottom of my hand. I moved around behind her and put my tongue into the crack of her ass, but she was moving too fast for me to keep contact. Shortly she had another tense, shuddering orgasm, similar to the one she had before, and lay still on top of Mora.
After a while April got up and started dressing, picking up her clothes, which were scattered on the floor by the bed.
"Aren't you spending the night?" I asked, surprised that she would leave so abruptly after all of that heavy action.
"I'd like to," she smiled, "but my husband is waiting at home for me, and it's getting late."
Only then did I notice the wedding band on her finger. I had been blown by a lot of married Johns who liked to swing both ways, but I had never thought of women being that way, especially April, with her fear of cocks.
Mora saw the look of puzzlement on my face. "April's husband is a theatrical producer," she said, and her look explained it all.
Mora had been introduced to lesbian practices while in modeling school. She was awakened one night by her roommate, who had pulled down the covers and was trying to masturbate her in her sleep. When Mora started to protest, the girl put her tongue to Mora's cunt and made her come as she had never come before.
"Loving a woman is so different from loving a man," she said. "The sensations are so different. A woman's touch is so light and soft, her lips so soft, her body so soft, while everything about a man is hard. I like to stand and let the nipples of our breasts touch just slightly, and then rub, nipple to nipple, back and forth. I like to push the tip of my breast into my lover's cunt, and excite her by rubbing it up and down over the clit, and I like to have it down to me. I like to lick a woman's cunt, to smell its quiet fragrance and feel its delicacy and see its beauty. I like to lie cunt to cunt, with my legs scissored around my lover's body, and friction back and forth all night, labia against labia. I revel in the beauty of the female breast and nipple, and love the feeling of them in my mouth. I like to do sixty-nine with my lover and have her suck me while I'm sucking her.
"It's all so soft and so feminine that it must be hard for you to understand. It wasn't that I preferred April to you. You must know that. It's just that it's so different with her, and I didn't think you'd mind, once you knew how I felt. You're my beautiful steak, but April is my soft, mashed potatoes."
A couple of years later I read in the newspaper that April had committed suicide.
But April wasn't the only girl who Mora had. There was also Carol, a hairdresser who worked for the I. Magnin store on Geary Street, and Joan, with whom we spent a wild, three-way weekend at the Russian River, playing tennis, swimming, and fucking each other silly. Maybe it's just because I was outnumbered two to one, but I always felt like an outsider when she had a girl staying with her, as though they were together and I was the guest.
Some of her lesbian girl friends were not at all bisexual, and didn't dig men under any conditions. Then I would -stay in the back bedroom. It was tough trying to study in the evenings with all of those moans and cries coming from the living room. I could hear them even with the door closed. Strangely, outside of-the noise it didn't bother me. I felt no jealousy at all, knowing that Mora was in the other room sucking off a girl friend. Possibly it's because no sense of male competition was involved, so my position didn't feel threatened. I don't know.
Her passion for her own sex also explained a lot of mysteries to me. She gave the painting in the back of her closet to Carol, the dykish-looking hairdresser. I watched her complete several paintings; one of two women kissing, one of breasts touching, and a painting of a girl standing behind another, one arm around her breasts and the other across her stomach, pointing down between her legs. This was the only one she had done that had faces. But they weren't really faces; they were heads that appeared to be covered by stocking masks, features smoothed over and bearing no marks of identity or personality. Her colors were always in somber tones of blue or gray. Only on one other occasion did she ever try to explain her liking for girls. We were driving back from a job I had played, joking around, and I had called her a lovely lezzie.