Three Holes in One

(All persons engaged in sexual activity are over 18 years old and any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental).

(This is my first attempt at Part 2 of a story)

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A few weeks into the summer and it was a dream come true. The best things in life were at my fingertips whenever I wanted; golf and sex. And, not just any old golf and sex, the best I'd ever had. I played on some of the most revered courses in the USA and, on an almost daily basis, was playing with one of the hottest cougar's to prowl the land.

As I was lying in bed one morning with Amy, taking the day off from golf, sporting an early morning hard on that she was about to take care of, my phone rang to life; it was my dad, "Hey John, its dad. Just wanted to check on you and see how the summer is going?"

"Couldn't be better dad. Really. This is a dream come true. I am doing well with the money I am able to make and I have plenty of time to golf. Dad, the courses here are amazing and, because it is the offseason, I am playing them for dirt cheap."

"That is great to hear. Meeting any friends? Any cute girls down there?"

"Oh shit, not really. When I'm not working or golfing, I usually just relax at the pool and there isn't really anyone my age around."

"Maybe you can meet a hot cougar," my dad joked.

"Right dad. That only exists in the movies," I laughed off my dad's comment; trying to be funny.

"Okay, okay. Well let us know if you need anything. Hit 'em straight."

"Thanks dad."

As I hung up, Amy rolled over, grabbed my cock and started stroking it slowly and asked me, "So, what only exists in movies?"

"Meeting hot cougars and having sex with them."

"Oh really? Well then welcome to the movies, Johnny Boy," Amy said as she took the full length of my dick in her mouth and started sucking hard. The fact that I was horny as shit when I woke up, and the way she rubbed my hairy balls while she blew me, it didn't take long for the burning to build up to eruption and I shot hot, salty cum down her throat as an appetizer before breakfast.

We got up, took a shower (oh god how I will never get enough of soaping up her huge tits), made some coffee, and sat down for some breakfast. During breakfast, I asked her, "What are your plans today, baby,?"

"Well my boy stud," she said in sultry voice, "I have some shopping to do. Would you like to join me?"

"I need to get some laundry started and then I need to run a few errands, too. Maybe we should just meet up later."

"Okay, we could run errands and shop together," Amy offered.

"Exciting offer, but no thanks," I laughed.

"Have it your way. I was going to shop for a new bathing suit and thought you'd like to help me pick it out."

"Well why didn't you tell me? That sounds like fun," I said winking. "I just have to go by the golf shop and buy some things, so sure, we can go together."

"Meet me back here in 30 minutes and we'll head out."

As I knocked, and simultaneously walked into Amy's house, she was finishing up a phone call, "Okay! That sounds like a perfect plan. He's here. I gotta run."

"Hey gorgeous," I said.

"Hi. Sorry, I'm running behind because of that call. I need to change."

While Amy was changing, I grabbed a drink out of the fridge and yelled down the hallway at her, "So, maybe I was eavesdropping, but who was on the phone that knows who I am and 'what's the perfect plan'?"

"Oh, um, that. Um, I mean, it was a friend I was making some plans with and she doesn't, um, know who you are. I told her I had a repair man at the house," Amy answered a bit nervously.

"Oh. Okay. Cool," I said as she walked out of the room and met me in the hallway. "Wow, I like your choice of outfits for shopping." Amy had on a very short sundress that revealed her very well tanned, legs to heaven and showed off her ample breasts. "People are going to think I have a fucking hot mom."

"Shut the fuck up about the 'mom thing' little boy."

"Well, who am I supposed to be if we see someone you know," I asked?

"It hasn't stopped me from taking you out so far, has it? Come on, let's go"

As we headed to our first stop, I asked Amy, "So, I'm curious, have any of your friends seen us together and asked you about me?"

"Yes. A couple gals I play tennis with."

"What did you tell them?"

"That you were the young man staying next to me all summer and I was fucking your brains out," she said laughing.

"No! Really, what did you say?"

"Honestly, that it was none of their business."

"And what did they say to that?"

"John, this is the desert. One big giant group of mostly older adults. They just laughed and wished like hell it was them that had you. Everyone does it when they get the chance."

"Am I your first?"

"Would you believe it if I said 'yes'?"

"I suppose I would."

"Well then, my answer is 'yes' and if I'm lying, what does it matter. I'm all yours this summer."

We kissed passionately as the next stop light; I copped a feel of her tits. Part of me hoped someone in a car nearby saw us. The whole mature, MILF thing was so fucking horn-ifying (new word).

We arrived at the clothing store and headed straight for the women's bathing suits. I lingered nearby while she shopped, not trying to look too geeky as I wandered around women's bathing suits. At one point, from near the dressing rooms, I heard a faint, "Psst. John. Come here."

I glanced over and Amy was waving me over to a dressing room. Stepping out of the dressing room, she had on a very sexy, french cut, rainbow-striped one-piece. The plunging v-neck would make any man's neck snap to see more; hell, even women would look. "You look fucking hot. Get that one for sure," I said.

As she was still standing there, the door opened to a nearby dressing room and out walked a lady about 70 years old. Thank god she was fully dressed; I wouldn't want to see that raisin in a suit. She stared at both of us with judgemental eyes as she passed. Amy caught the brunt of the old lady's glare and returned it perfectly by saying to me, in a deep, sexy voice, "I can't wait to fuck you in the pool with my new suit on later." I laughed my ass off. We finished our errands and headed home.

We lounged around in the afternoon, catching up on household chores, laundry, etc. and met up later at my house for dinner. Take out Chinese was on the menu tonight. After dinner and a few drinks, we changed and headed to the pool. Me in my usual swim trunks and Amy in her new, sexy swimsuit. With the sun going down, and temps hovering back down around 90, it was the perfect evening for a swim.

We soaked in the pool on our floats. As I came up next to Amy, it seemed like the right time to invoke a little excitement in the evening, so I flipped her over and into the cool water. She screamed, splashed back, and the water fight ensued. It ended almost as quickly as it started with Amy rushing me and grabbing me. We embraced, kissed, and I didn't hesitate a bit to reach in and pinch her nipples to a firm hardness. We moved to the shallower end and continued fondling each other. She untied the drawstrings on my trunks, reached in, and brought out my cock; stroking it to full erection.

"Are we going to do it right here," I asked breathlessly?

"Come on John. I feel like I owe it to that old lady in the clothing store to keep my promise," Amy laughed. With that, she hiked up one leg a little and I inserted my dick into her wet, bushy pussy and started fucking away; right there in the public pool. The risky nature of the sex made it even more exciting, but I have to admit it made it hard to get to the point of cumming. "Are you going to cum soon," Amy asked?

"I'm trying baby, I'm trying."

"Would sex on the beach help?"

"What? Sure. But I sure as fuck am not driving a few hours to fuck you." With that, she pulled aside, temporarily ending our fucking, and headed for the stairs in the shallow end. "Where are you going?"

"Follow me." She grabbed one of our over sized towels and headed for the gate of the pool area. Totally confused, I followed.

We headed out the gate and toward the golf course. I caught up with Amy as she was headed toward a green-side bunker on the nearby golf hole. After covering about 150 yards, she stopped at the edge of the sand trap and said, "Don't you golfers call this the 'beach'?"

"Well, as a matter of fact, we do." We headed into the bunker, laid down the towel, and I climbed on top. She pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside, I pulled out my re-hardened dick, and we started fucking like animals "on the beach". It was a first-of-a-kind experience for me and certainly the best time I'd ever had in a sand trap. I fucked her harder and harder, the soft sand beneath us gave us all the padding we needed. She answered my pounding with a bucking up of the hips that only ended when she relaxed into an orgasm as I blew my load deep in her waiting pussy. As the excitement of orgasm began to wear off, we both started laughing hilariously at the fact that we had just fucked, in public, in a bunker on the 16th hole. We grabbed the towel, straightened ourselves up, and washed off the sand in the cool water of the pool.

As the night ended, we talked about the next day's plans. I had a morning tee time and then I was going to cover half a shift for a friend at the guard house and I wouldn't be off work until about 5 or 6. Amy really wanted to connect with a friend for dinner, so we agreed we would try to connect later that night, but if not, the next day.

I golfed the next morning and headed home so I could get to work. I was horny as hell, having not been with Amy the night before, so I stopped by Amy's in hopes maybe I'd take a shower there and get a quickie. . I stopped by her place, but she was already gone. It was slightly odd that she was gone so early and her house looked more closed up than normal. Anyway, I headed home, showered, and went to work.

Toward the end of my shift, I texted Amy to see how dinner was and check in to see if we could hook up later that night. After a few tries, I still hadn't heard back from her and headed home. She wasn't home and still no reply to my text. I grabbed some grub, had a couple drinks, and kicked back to watch TV. The night wore on, as did my anxiety a little. I was partially bummed that I didn't get to make love to her that night, but I was also a little worried because it wasn't like her to not answer my texts. I finally fell asleep thinking tomorrow would be fine.

I woke up the next morning about 7 am, glanced at my phone and saw this text:

Amy: I got home late last night and I am leaving early tomorrow. I won't be able to see you tomorrow. Maybe the next day. Don't text me, I'll connect when I get back.

Of course, I texted her: I'm confused. Is everything okay?

I got no reply. My golf game was wrought with worry and I played like shit. Was she with someone else? Did something bad happen? Was she finally over this dream-come-true affair with a younger man? What the fuck was really going on? After golf, another text went unanswered. I went home to no sign of Amy at her house. I showered and figured I'd head for the local bar, get some drinks and try to forget what was going on and hope for the future when she'd return.

While sitting at the bar, a very attractive woman walked in. She looked about the same age as Amy and just as sexy. She was smaller, tits I mean, but they were well proportioned with the rest of her body and they were very easy to look at as her loose-fitting, fold-over shirt moved around. She had on tight jeans and boots pulled over them that made her look like she was ready to ride someone. I was missing Amy terribly and horny as hell and thinking, "no harm in looking."

The woman l was now gawking at, was looking around the bar as if to try and find someone. Not looking successful, she came over and said, "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"

"No. Not at all. Join me," I said, thanking god I had at least someone to look at.

"Thank you. I'm Tara."

"Nice to meet you. I'm John."

Tara sat down, ordered a Cosmo and started flipping through her iPhone. It was harder to look at her now that she was sitting right next to me and I figured any minute some lucky son-of-a-bitch her own age would show up take her off to a table. The intoxicating scent she was wearing, and the sexy way she took the first sip of her drink, kept me very interested for now.

"Oh, man. That hit the spot," Tara said as she took the second sip of her drink. "They certainly didn't hold back the alcohol."

"Indeed," I said lamely. "They do pour a strong one here."

"Are you a regular?"

"Well, just for this summer. I'm here working and golfing all summer and so, I kind of starting hanging out here all the time."

"That sounds like a great summer. I'm just in town for a few days."

"Oh, okay. Well, welcome. Cheers," I said as we gently touched our glasses together.

"So, you pretty good at golf," Tara asked?

"Um, yes. I guess so. I'm not trying to brag, but I'm better than most."

"Well that's great. Always good to be competent with a putter," she said turning towards me and winking.

"Did I just hear what I thought I heard," I asked myself? "Um, yes, putting is the key to a great game," I said out loud.

"I never learned how to play with a putter," she said continuing the innuendo. "Maybe you could teach me?"

"Well, I am happy to if you have time while you're here."

"Well, we'll have to see about that," she added. She finished her drink and headed off to the bathroom.

"Fuckin ay dude," Chris, the bartender said, "She's fucking hot."

"No shit. And she seems like she's a playful MILF."

"Go for it, man!"

Tara returned and we ordered another round and continued the small talk. She was staying at a nearby resort. There was no one showing up to take her away and I avoided the subject. Occasionally, her hand would brush against my bare thigh under the bar and, most of the time, our legs were touching. I tried to sit sideways and talk to her a little so I could look inside the opening of her shirt. I was sure the tits under her white bra were smallish, but no doubt delicious.

As she finished her second drink, she laid her credit card on the bar for Chris to cash her out. "Are you taking off," I asked?

"Well, I was going to go back to my hotel and finish up the night."

"Oh, okay, well, have fun," I said.

"Are there many Uber's around these parts? It seems pretty light looking at the app," she stated.

"Yes, I have noticed that too," I agreed. Deciding I had nothing to lose I added, "I am about to take off. I could give you a lift over to your hotel."

"Really. That would be fantastic. You're so sweet," she said as she gave me a hug and a little peck. The bartender, Chris, gave me one of those looks of disbelief at how lucky I was.

I pulled into the portico of her hotel and she said, "Why don't you park and come inside? Buying you a drink is the least I can do."

Not wanting to disappoint her of course, I dropped her at the entrance, parked, and returned to meet her at the bar in the lobby. We ordered another drink and she said, "It is so nice outside. Let's go out and look at the stars."

We took our drinks and headed out to a garden court area of the hotel. There was no one around and we sat and chatted and looked at the stars. I stood up to point out the Big Dipper and she came up and stood, cute ass pushing into my crotch, right in front of me to see what I was pointing at. I was sure she grinded into me a little on purpose and must have felt my hardening cock. As I finished my explanation of the constellation, she turned around in place, put her arms around me, and kissed me with passion. I didn't hold back. I moved my hands down, grabbed her ass, and pulled her into a kiss; our tongues thrashing about.

After a few minutes, she pulled back, took my hands, looked into my eyes with her piercing gaze and said, "Shall we finish this in my room?"

"Sure. Lead the way."

Tara grabbed my hand and we headed for the elevator. As we waited for it she abruptly asked me, "How old are you?"

"21. Is that okay?"

"It's fine with me. I'm 53. Ever been with a hot, older woman?"

Not knowing what I should say, I just blurted out, "Yes. Actually I have."

"Good. I can't wait to see how well you handle your putter on an older course like this."

We made out in the elevator all the way to her floor. We exited the car and hurried down the hallway to her room. As we got to her room, still kissing as much as possible, she put her hand on my chest and said, "Let me go in and get something ready. You wait here until I come back to the door."

"Anything you say." As I stood there and waited , I took a minute to contemplate the fact that I was spending the summer in a heavenly place. I was about to fuck my second, very hot, cougar in just under a month. Does it get any better than this?

I heard some fumbling with the door latch and could hear Tara ask me, "Are you ready for this?"

"Yes. Fuckin ay baby," I said about ready to explode.

The door swung open and there, in a bathrobe, open in the front showing her full nudity was, Amy! "What the fuck," I exclaimed?

"Hello John. Remember the first time we met and I said I had a friend coming to visit sometime this summer. Well, come in and meet Tara. She wants to have the same hot sex I get to enjoy every day."

Amy led me by the hand into the hotel room. Tara was on the bed, wearing a matching robe, open in the front and showing her perky, sexy, puffy-nippled tits. Amy climbed onto the bed, kissed Tara's lips and sucked briefly on one of her breasts and then pulled me onto the bed. They both directed their attention on my body. Stroking my cock to full erection, fondling my starving balls, and kissing me continuously they made love to me. I couldn't decide whose body to play with, so I did my best to satisfy both. After a few minutes, Amy gave me some clear direction, "It's been a couple days and I'm starving for your cock, John. Fuck me from behind."

Tara was sitting up, leaning against the pillows when Amy spread Tara's legs apart and started licking her friend's pussy. Tara pinched her own, puffy nipples to enhance the intensity of the sex, and Amy fucked her pussy with the tongue I had learned to appreciate on my dick. I got behind Amy, spread her cute ass apart, and shoved my cock into her pussy, doggy style. My initial force caused her to take her head off Tara's cunt and Tara grabbed it and forced it back down. I was more than turned on by fucking Amy once again, but watching her eat out her friend in some wild threesome action was over the top. The pressure built up as far as I could handle it and finally, BOOM! My cock started pulsing and shooting hot cum deep into Amy's pussy. She screamed with excitement and orgasm, buried her face back in Tara's pussy and Tara let out a scream of ecstasy as she burst with an intense orgasm.

As we relaxed from our climax, the making out continued. Tara licked my cock, tasting my salty cum and said, "I want some more of that." With that, Amy and Tara switched places and Tara started to lick my cum from Amy's pussy.

"Give her your hard cock, John," Amy told me. "I've been telling her how strong you are and how hard you could fuck her."

I got in position behind Tara and started to repeat some hard, doggy style fucking of a cougar pussy. "Oh my god, you're way bigger than Steve," screamed Tara as I inserted the full length of my dick all at once.

"Who the fuck is Steve," I asked with curiosity?

"My husband," Tara informed me. The culmination of the thoughts that, not only was I having a threesome with two incredibly erotic MILF's, but that I was also fucking some poor bastard's wife, made me slam my balls into her so hard she yelled in a satisfied pain. "Do not hold back young man!"