Author; Ace, Storyace

title; good girl, bad girl, and an older guy

Codes; M/f/f

Summery;   Jerri has a crush on her roomate. Ruth is lovely and Christian, yet sexually liberal. They share an unexpected night of hot sex with an older man.

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Ruth was sad and angry.

"He's dumped me for a French girl!" she said, looking up from her screen. "After I've been waiting for him for six months!"

I sat down next to my friend and put my arm around her shoulders.

"I'm so sorry, Ruth." I said.

"I bet she does some French things to him." she fumed, "Probably sucks his cock and everything. Six months, Jerri! Wasted! I feel like going out and finding some guy to have meaningless sex with."

I laughed, but she didn't.

"Maybe even suck his cock." She added angrily.

"So you never had oral sex with Doug?" I asked.

"No. we were all Vanilla, condoms and vague marriage plans."

She was a preacher's daughter from back home in Minnesota, and my roommate. Although we grew up within miles of each other, we actually met online here in Austin. We were friends within an hour of our first meeting.

She was a bright, pretty, energetic girl, with big eyes and perfect skin. She smiled easily and often, her laugh was contagious. She was sexy in a natural, uncontrived way; she was tall and slim with short hair. She wore one of those silver chastity bracelets and a small gold cross on a chain around her neck. She asked for directions to a church where she wanted to attend mass the next morning.

I told her I don't do church, and I have a boyfriend, and I enjoy sex. She looked slightly shocked but accepted my right to choose my lifestyle for myself.

Over the next few months, we become closer. Actually, I was a bit hot for her. That was surprising to me, because I'd never been attracted to another woman before.

She was just good; a really good girl. Not because she prayed and didn't have affairs. She did volunteer work on weekends and evenings, she collected for charity, she did those things that the Christians say they should do, but rarely actually do. Ruth prayed before bed, and said grace before meals; that was annoying to me at first, but I soon got used to her weird ways.

I'm a happy sinner; I have big tits and blond hair, I go out with men and sleep with them when I'm in the mood. I drink and I definitely do not go to church. I take the lord's name in vain fairly often.

She'd told me she'd only ever had one lover, her childhood sweetheart, literally a choir boy, Doug. He'd gone to Honduras for one of those church charity things while she came to Austin for her new job, and moved in with me.

"I want a hot young guy with a big cock and plenty of money." She declared.

"Money? Since when do you care about money?" I asked.

"Well, if I'm going to fantasize, I can be more choosy." She reasoned. "This place is a dump, we deserve better."

"Young guys with big cocks and money are a pain in the ass." I opined.

"Really?" she marveled, "You have experience with that?"

I laughed hard; "No, not literally." I said.

"What about black guys? Are they really bigger?"

"I don't know, I've never been with one. For statistical analysis, you'd need to measure a lot of them."

"Really, not even one black lover?" Ruth asked, "Is that racist?"

"You asking, or me not doing?"

"All of it, the whole conversation." She said.

"Maybe it is." I said, "So what? Everyone's racist."

"I'm not! Well, maybe a little. It's exciting, Jerri. Come on, let's go out and find two hot rich black men with big cocks!"

"How do we tell if they're rich or have a big cocks?" I laughed, "Guys all try to fool you."

"Hmmmm." She said with a frown of defeat. "I guess we could feel up guys in expensive cars until we find them."

Ruth stood up with an expression of determination on her face. She grabbed her bag and ruffled through it.

"Seriously though Jerri, I want a date." She said, finally fishing out a small card.     

"Ha! Found it." she declared. "This is a guy I met at work yesterday, he asked me to dinner. Did you ever go with an older guy, Jerri?"

"How old is he?" I asked.

"Older than us. He's kind of cute though."

"Older than both of us?"

"We're the same age."

"Both of us put together?"

"What does it matter? I don't want to move in with the guy, I just want a nice romantic dinner and sex afterwards." Ruth declared, pulling out her phone. "Anyway, he's from out of town."

"Slow down, Ruth." I insisted, "You're all vulnerable and reboundish."

"Hi, Tom?" she said into the phone. "It's Ruth from BOA. Is that dinner invitation still open?"

She talked for a while, laughing often, flirting with the man on the other end of the line. It bothered me; it was contrary to my idea of Ruth, a good honest Christian girl who didn't do the things I did. The thought of Ruth on her back with a man on top heaving away was just abhorrent, even though I liked a good reaming from time to time.

"Maybe my girlfriend." Ruth was saying into the phone, "Hang on, I'll ask."

She put her hand over the phone and turned to me.

"He has a friend with him." she said, "Do you want to come with us?"

"Blind date?" I said doubtfully.

"Come on, be a sport." Ruth pleaded, "I'm a bit out of my depth."

"Ok." I agreed reluctantly.

"An hour? Cool. I'll text you the address." Ruth said before disconnecting.

 "I'm going out!" she declared happily pulling off her clothes, "On a date!"

"Naked?" I asked.

And then Ruth smiled; smiled in that huge bright way of hers, that way that always made my pussy dampen with empathy and desire. I didn't want to be gay; I liked men with their big muscles, stiff cocks, and desperate need for female approval. Yet there it was, that disturbing desire for sweet good sexy Ruth.

I have big blond hair, big breasts, and a tendency to wear short skirts and high heels. Ruth has short brown hair, no tits, dresses like a boy, wears trainers and rarely any makeup. But she's the sexy one. She has something special, guys all want Ruth.

"Lend me one of your short skirts." She said, sitting at her dressing table and dabbing on some eyeliner.

"Come on, Ruth; what would your pastor say?" I asked.

"Oh, it's fine." She said, "My new church is super progressive. Father says it's perfectly ok to enjoy the body God gave us, to experiment while we're young and all that. So long as we're honest and charitable, and do our best to avoid hurting anyone."

"Charitable? Where does that fit in?"

"A good Christian is always charitable." Ruth said. "I haven't had sex in six months! And to be honest, it was getting pretty drab before that. I'm 23 years old and I've only ever known one guy. I wonder if Tom has a big cock; did you ever have a guy with a big cock, Jerri? Did it make a lot of difference?"

"Some." I said, "It depends on the guy. Here, try this on. What about shoes?"

"I have those boots from the charity box." She said.

"The kinky boots!" I exclaimed, "You're finally going to wear the kinky boots!"

"They're not kinky. Well, not really." She said, suddenly running out of steam. "Shit, what am I doing?"

I put my arms around her as she cried for a while. Her long slim body squeezed against my big tits, her head was small and vulnerable in my hand. I felt all tender and sorry for her, and I had a powerful urge to kiss her. To slide my tongue into her mouth as I held her tight.... And then what? I really didn't know. My fantasy only went that far. I loved her, and I was sexually confused.

She broke away.

"I should call and cancel." She said.

"You can't do that." I said, "He's already on his way. Come on, let's get dressed. We'll go out, have fun, eat drink and flirt. Is he rich at least?"

"I don't know." Ruth said, "But I expect a nice restaurant and good wine."

We talked and tried on different clothes. Ruth finally pulled on the boots; knee high soft black leather high heeled boots.

"You look totally hot!" I exclaimed.

"It's too much." Ruth said as she looked in the mirror. "I'm taking them off."

"You can't wear your trainers with that skirt." I objected, "And my shoes are too big for you."

Just then there was a knock at the door. Our dates had arrived.

They were both middle aged men; not bad looking, well dressed, possibly affluent. But older than us, much older. Daddy aged men. I think we were both a bit shocked with ourselves, but the decision was made and the taxi was waiting. Tom was the hot guy who'd hit on Ruth. His friend Jim, my blind date, was a drab middle-aged man; a pudgy face and thick rimmed glasses, thin brown hair with specs of grey, and a very thin area on top of his head that would soon be a bald spot. I cringed internally; Jim was not a guy I'd ever even consider going out with.

I found myself mainly worried that someone would see us, two young women in short skirts out with two older men in expensive suites; would they think we were prostitutes? The idea was sort of funny, why should I care what anyone thought?

I squeezed in the back between the men, feeling vulnerable and sexy in my scant clothing. Ruth sat in the front.

We went to a fancy restaurant and ordered expensive food which we ate with real pleasure. The guys were good fun, well spoken and funny. Ruth and Jim got into a theological debate. He was a Jesus freak too.

"You can't just pick and choose which parts of scripture to believe in." he argued.

"Why not? Everyone does, have you read the bible or not? You just skip over all the outdated parts. Each era, place, and church has their own values. Our congregation believes in God, Jesus, and charity. But reject the sexual prohibitions among other things." She said. "We accept gay and transgender people. That's in line with current cultural values, but not with the bible."

I talked to Tom; he was a player, all smooth, suave, and confident; listening attentively and making little complimentary comments. I understood why Ruth had called him, Tom was the kind of older man you could fall for.

We went to the ladies room to expel the excess champagne and have a quick powwow.

"What do we do now?" Ruth asked, "I was supposed to be going out with Tom but now it's like you're with Tom and I'm with Jim. Do we invite them back to our place, what if Tom wants to take you home, should I go with Jim? This is all new to me, Jerri."

"Well I usually wait for the third date before sleeping with a guy." I said.

"Oh, RIGHT; third date, I read that somewhere. But the guys are from out of town, they're leaving Tuesday."

"Do you want to do it with him?" I asked.

"Maybe." She said, "He's a nice guy but I'm into Tom. He's sexy."

I was surprised; Ruth wanted to sleep with a guy she'd barely even spoken to.

"They're staying in an air BnB apartment." I said, "They'll probably ask us to go back with them."

"So what do we do?" she asked.

"I'm more into Tom too." I said, "But this is your night. I tell you what, I'll help you with Tom and I'll let down Jim easy."

"That seems sort of mean." She said.

"For who? I'm not going to sleep with a guy so you won't feel bad." I said.

"Of course, sorry." She said, "It all seems so complicated when it was supposed to be really simple. I do like Jim, but he's not sexy."

We looked at each other in the big mirror. My friend frowned, then suddenly broke into one of her huge smiles.

"Ok!" she declared, "I'm willing! You can have Tom. I like Jim, he can seduce me, probably. There's just one problem with you and Tom."

"I know." I said.

"Tom and Jerry!" she declared, at which we both laughed so hard we could barely see straight.

We went back out into the restaurant to find Tom alone at the table.

"Where's Jim?" I asked.

"Getting a taxi." Tom said.

"Let's go back to our place." Ruth blurted out.

We all piled into a taxi, Ruth with her long legs and porno-boots, me with my big cleavage on view, and Tom with his grey streaked hair and expensive suit, and Jim with his pudgy face and heavy rimmed glasses. As before, I was in back between the guys, Ruth rode in front. But now we were going the other way; we'd eaten their food and drank their wine, we'd laughed at their jokes and we'd invited them to our home.

We pulled up at our apartment. There was that awkward moment, when no one is sure what's ok. Tom was a gentleman, he needed an invitation. Ruth wasn't aware of the protocol.

I didn't want her to do it with Jim; it just seemed wrong. Ruth was a hot young girl, Jim was a middle aged dud. Tom was old too, but he was sexy. He would probably be good in bed.

"Would you guys like to come in for a coffee?" I asked them. Men please note, that this does not mean "wanna fuck?", it means "You got a shot if you play your cards right."

Tom looked from one of us to the other and smiled like a wolf in a chicken coop. Jim looked slightly uncomfortable.

"Excellent idea." Tom said.

We all crowded into our small living room, which was also my bedroom. I went up the stairs to the kitchen and put on the coffee machine.

Tom put his arm around Ruth and pulled her against his side.

"Can we go somewhere private?" he asked her.

She looked at me with a mixture of confusion, surprise, and excitement. She lifted her eyebrows questioningly; this was contrary to our plan. But I could see she wanted him, so I gave her a small nod of consent. She steered Tom past me and into her bedroom, her long legs and tight ass disappearing as she closed the door behind them.

I looked at Jim, who was sitting on the sofa down in my room. He looked back blankly. He'd also thought he might get into Ruth's tight skirt. I felt a bit sorry for him.

I went down and put on some music, just loud enough to cover any sound that might come from Ruth's room. I looked down at Jim. He looked back. I was horny, he was horny, it was late and I was slightly drunk. What the hell, I thought. If he was good enough for Ruth, he might be good enough for me. I sat down next to him, turning slightly towards him.

"Would it be contrary to your beliefs to kiss me?" I asked.

He leaned forward, and the kiss was very soft. He took my hand and held it as we held the kiss for a while. Our saliva mixed and our tongues touched. I examined my response; my nipples felt stiff and my groin was definitely feeling receptive.

I don't usually do one-nighters. I like sex to lead on to something deeper, and that wasn't a possibility with Jim. He was too old for me, and lived far away. So if we did it, it was pure carnality.

I put my hand behind his neck and slid my ass onto his lap our bodies squeezed together, my tongue wanted to go down his throat, I could feel his hard-on against my thigh. We were definitely making out, when the coffee was ready, so I broke away.

I stood over him for a moment. He was still a mediocre looking middle aged man, but now he was my mediocre middle aged man. I smiled at him, my whole body longing to mate. My brain wasn't as sure; I'd done this sort of thing before, and regretted it in the morning. He smiled hopefully, making no move. Jim was a gentleman; a decent man who would respect my right to say no. That made me decide to say yes. I opened my blouse and let it hang so my belly was exposed but my nipples were just barely covered. I'm not a hot girl like Ruth, but I have my assets. Double D. He looked back at me; any religious prohibitions were stowed away for the night.

"Do you still want that coffee?" I asked huskily.

"Darling, It's 3 in the morning, I've been up since 6AM, and I'm 52 years old. I'm going to need that caffeine!"

I poured two cups of strong coffee and brought them back down the steps. Jim leaned back and opened his legs, patting the cushion between them. I sat down there, leaning back against his chest. We sipped hot coffee as he pulled open my blouse with his free hand, unhooked my half-bra, and finally held my bare breasts in his big rough male hand.

It was good; spontaneous and exciting. I arched my head back so we could kiss again, Jim was really good at that. I wondered if he was going to be a good fuck; I sure hoped so, but even if he turned out to be a total dud I wouldn't regret a thing. I was having fun, the age thing wasn't a problem anymore.

I put my coffee on the table and turned around to face him, my thighs spread over his as I knelt against him. He slid my blouse and bra down my arms and set them on the other table. He bent his neck and sucked my nipple with his mouth still hot from the coffee, and the sensation seemed to heat me through and through. I pulled open his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it away.

His chest was muscular and hairy. Utterly masculine, and quite impressive. I got off of him and took the rest of my clothes off. He stood to do the same. His stomach was flat, and as his pants finally came off he revealed a really beautiful big penis.

I like penises; It's unfortunate that they're nearly always covered up. While we women dress so that our anatomy is mostly known, men never give away their secret until we get them to this point.

I've had good orgasms with men with small cocks. But a big one is just such a turn on, and Jim was turning out to be a very impressive man. I reached out to hold it; to tease it up to full power. We kissed again, naked this time, our bodies entwined in warm sensuous naked passion. I was young, he was hung. It suddenly seemed like a perfectly equitable match.

In the midst of this, I heard Ruth's voice. I twisted around to see Tom opening the front door, as Ruth walked down the steps pursuing him. She was naked except for the kinky boots, her fuzzy bush obscuring the view of her vagina, her tight little breasts still innocent like babies.

"I'm sorry, I just can't." he was saying as he stepped outside.

"Maybe another time?" she asked desperately at the door, exposed to anyone who might be out there.

Ruth turned to us as she closed the door on Jim. She looked slightly shocked. The way guys were constantly hitting on her, it must have been a real stunner to have one walk out like that. Her eyes flicked down to my hand, which still had Jim's big cock in it.

"Oh, wow." She muttered.

And I knew it was my moment; carpe diem, seize the day, go for it, now or never. I had Jim. I wanted Ruth. Ruth wanted Jim.

"Come here." I said to her, barely able to squeeze the words from my normally feisty mouth.

She stumbled closer, towering over us helplessly in the silly but sexy boots. I put a hand on the small of her back, and pulled her skinny body into the cleft between Jim and myself. Our three faces were inches apart, our three naked bodies in tight contact, Jim's stiff cock bulging with wild primal power in my hand as I kissed Ruth, then Ruth kissed Jim, then I kissed Jim. Ruth's hand was on my back, and it was more sensual than a tongue in my twat. Jim's arms were around us, there was no stopping now.

A threesome! I'd never wanted a threesome, to me sex was one man, one women, and that was tricky enough. But now that I had this weird crush on Ruth, a threesome seemed like the perfect way to experiment with it.

"Let's all go into the bedroom." I said.

Ruth stepped back, her expression of doubt in contrast to her long naked body and stiff nipples.

"I shouldn't...." she muttered, "I mean, you two were, you know, and I...."

"Come on!" I said with a show of confidence that I didn't quite feel, "When will any of us get a chance like this again?"

"What if Tom comes back?" Ruth asked.

I locked the door on my way up the steps. "Tough." I quipped as I crossed the small kitchen and went into Ruth's room.

"What happened there anyway?" I asked.

"I don't know." Ruth said as she followed me on unsteady legs, dragging Jim by the hand, his big cock swinging along. "He got dressed and ran off after I gave thanks."

I turned to stare at my tall naked friend. "Ruth! You said grace?"

"I always do." She said, embarrassed. "It just seems right to thank God for things."

"Tom is a conflicted man." Jim said, his big dick arcing out in front of him. "I say we forget about him. Would you like to say grace again, sweetheart?"

Ruth laughed, her little tits wobbling enticingly. "No, I'll pray later." She said, getting into bed.

Ruth's room had a firm king-size bed, a great big flat sex platform. Her windows were covered with soft colored curtains, there were some stuffed animals on the shelves and little feminine things hanging here and there, all sharply contrasted by a small altar with a Jesus on a crucifix.

Ruth seemed unworried about her savior's gaze as Jim and I got into bed with her.

Jim lay on his back with his head on a pillow as Ruth and I lay on either side, kissing and stroking softly. Tentatively, I reached across and ran my fingers up and down my girlfriend's spine. She made no sign; maybe she didn't realize the fingers were mine.

She pulled her mouth back so I could kiss Jim, then I let her kiss him again. Our fingers met down at his cock as we teased him. I looked into her eyes; she was high, horny, and very beautiful. I leaned forward, and she didn't pull away. We kissed over Jim's hairy chest.

"Do you have a condom?" Ruth asked him with a smile.

"In my wallet." He said.

Ruth got up to get it, she opened the packet and rolled it down Jim's big cock with a practiced hand, giving him a few strokes to smooth it out and keep him hard.

She turned her eyes on me again, and gestured to it with a grin of invitation.

I swung my leg across, and I could feel it being wiggled into my soft wet center. Jim's hands were both on my hips, so Ruth was the one putting it in place. I pushed myself back, spearing my body with Jim's big old penis. It slid into my wet channel easily, filling my lower parts in a delicious way.

He was the biggest I'd ever had in there, but not by a huge percentage. I do like a big one, but the guy has to be attractive or it doesn't do much for me.

Of course, attraction is hard to quantify; a few hours earlier I'd told Ruth that I didn't find Jim attractive at all, but after all that sensual kissing and touching, looking down at his powerful hairy chest, looking into his eyes as his stiff cock pulsed inside me, He was a hot sexy man despite his age.

Ruth lay half on him, kissing him as I rode the big dick. Her hands on his face and her tongue in his mouth evoked mixed emotions in me. It was wonderful to be making love with her, even like this. It was a privilege to be party to her lovemaking, to be so intimate that we could share a man. At the same time, I was jealous to the point of pain. She preferred him, a middle aged man she'd just met, to me, a girl she'd lived with for nearly a year. I looked at her mouth longingly, wishing it was me she was kissing so eagerly, wishing I had a cock to satisfy her with.

And then she sat up, took my face in her hands, and kissed me.

My vagina pulsed with the intense emotion, my arms went around her as I jammed my clit against the stiff old cock that was inside me, I put my hands on her ribs and Jim put his hands on my big tits as I came.

The orgasm was a release of tension, of need. The rush of pleasure twisted up from my groin, past my tits, up my throat, and filled my skull with primal satisfaction. Jim's cock was pulsing wildly.

"Oh sweet lord." Jim groaned in defeat.

I pulled myself off of him and carefully peeled the condom from his depleted organ. Ruth was looking disappointed, and I felt slightly ashamed that I'd made him come so soon, depriving her of fulfillment.

I thought quickly; he was greasy and horrible, but there was no time to waste. A wrong word or action would end this encounter and we'd never get back to it.

"Suck him." I told my friend as I held it by the base.

"What?" she blurted with her funny wide eyed expression of surprise.

"You heard me, suck it." I insisted, "You said you wanted to, so now do it."

She looked at it, then at me, then at Jim.

"Should I?" she asked him.

"Only if you want to." He said. "I have to be honest here girls, this is all new to me. I can't tell you whether it will work or not."

Too much talking, I thought to myself. I put my hand on the back of Ruth's long thin neck, and pushed her down. She surrendered, opening her mouth to taste cock for the first time. Cock wet with come.

"MMMM!" Ruth grunted, but I couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

I kissed Jim and he fondled me.

"Mmmmmm" Ruth hummed in distinct pleasure as her small head lifted up and down.

"Is it working?" I asked Jim in a whisper.

"I think it's working." He grunted. "You girls are something else, I haven't had a second hardon since I was younger than you are now."

He pushed Ruth over onto her back, her long legs and porno boots spread wide. He rolled between her open thighs and slid his cock into her.

Without a condom!

I was worried by that. I was sure he was healthy, maybe too healthy. What if Ruth got knocked up? I put it from my mind. This was a night to enjoy, big pharma has a solution these days.

I toyed with his balls. They were loose and hairy, the nuts so alluring in the funny sack. I moved around and kissed Ruth, then Jim.

He fucked her hard; confident, strong, masculine. She squeezed his shoulders with her fingertips and stared into his eyes as the orgasm crawled across her face.

He paused for breath, and I used the break to slip my groin under Ruth's head. I liked the feeling of her short hair against my damp vagina, I stroked her face lovingly as Jim went at her again, making the back of her head bounce on my clit pleasantly.

She reached back to hold my breast, rolling her eyes to look at me. I smiled and looked into her eyes as she came again.

"You now, you and Jim!" she gasped, wiggling out of the way.

Jim hooked his elbows under my knees and lifted me a little, setting his dick back in my spot with a shake of his lean hips. He slid it into me again, as Ruth swung a leg across my belly, and lay on top of me face to face.

I couldn't see Jim anymore, but I sure could feel him ramming me. Ruth smiled again, kissed me, and put her chest against my breasts.

"You little pervert." She whispered in my ear affectionately before biting it. I hugged her tight as I came, reveling in the touch of her silky smooth skin, her acquiescence to my desire. She knew I loved her, she knew I was turned on by her. Was it mutual, or was this the Christian charity thing?

The cock pulled out of me and I felt Ruth stiffen. I knew it was in her.

"Oh." Was all she said to the invasion.

She held me as she got it from behind.

Generally, I don't like it that way. I can't see the guy and he can't see me. My clit doesn't get much action either. It's ok just as a variation sometimes, but I never come that way.

Ruth did.

She grunted and held me tight as Jim did her doggy style, as if I was the one making her come.

It went on, and on, and on. Jim fucked me again, then Ruth. We came, we kissed, we fondled, we sucked.

I licked her at one point, eager to taste that forbidden fruit. It was brief though, because Jim took over. My friend laughed and coed in pleasure for each of us.

At around 4AM, Jim put his cock in my mouth and came. He groaned and pulsed, but only a little came out. I sucked him, swallowing and pulling, eating his essence because I wanted to consume him. Jim was fantastic, a powerful sensual lover.

I woke at 9:30. Ruth was getting dressed.

"I'm going to mass!" she announced happily. "Does anyone want to come?"

"I came enough last night." I joked. Ruth knows I don't enjoy the church thing.

"I'd like to accompany you." Jim said, "If I have time for a shower."

"Be quick." Ruth told him brightly.

I lay in her bed alone, nursing my tender vagina and more tender pride as I write this down. Jim will be in town for a few more days he said. What will happen to Ruth and I after that?

Will she be my lover? Will we have more threesomes? I'm excited and afraid.

Ace, 2016

This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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