“Well, that was a surprise. To those who may have clicked on what was supposed to be this story early Tuesday and were confused, well so was I. A little mix-up occurred which is all fixed now, hopefully. Many thanks to the fine folks at Literotica for their work in getting it all straightened out.
The third installment of Summer 1971 features the reuniting of David and his best friend Kenny, home from college and visiting at Lake George for a few days before heading back out west to school.”
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Cecil Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
Charlotte was a senior in high school and I was a junior in college. John and I met her and her girlfriend Martha while they were catching some rays on the beach. They were wearing skimpy bikinis that nicely accentuated their shapely female treasures. Charlotte had short blonde hair, blue eyes, a friendly smile and the body of a gymnast. Martha was darker and taller with long shapely legs and well formed tits. We struck up a casual conversation and asked them if they wanted to go out that evening. When they found out we were football players, they said OK as long as it was all right with their parents. Charlotte and Martha were both cheerleaders, had “boyfriends” back home (football players of course) and came to the beach every year with their parents. We stopped by about 7, did the mandatory Eddie Haskell thing, grabbed a bite and went to a local nightspot for some dancing. Read more…
Adam Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
As Mike rode his cab downtown, he directed the cab driver to a small bar that he knew in the West Village, a block or two from the West Side Highway and he walked in. There was a seat available at the bar, so Mike sat down and waited for the bartender, George, to notice him. As he finished serving a man at the end of the bar, George turned, spotted Mike and walked towards him.
“Hey, Mike! Long time no see. How’re you doing? What’s your pleasure tonight?”
Mike smiled, “I’m in need of a stiff one.” Read more…
Johnny Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
You are sitting at your desk on the phone with a customer and you look at your computer and see that you have new email and it is from me. You open it and find that I’m asking if you have a few minutes to discuss a presentation that we need to collaborate on for a meeting that is coming up soon.
You respond back that you are on a conference call for about another hour and you ask if I can stop by after that. Your call continues and after a couple of minutes you see me appear in your doorway. You definitely seem surprised to see me there because you just asked that I give you an hour - but I also notice that you seem pleased to see me. Read more…
Clifford Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
After twenty hours flying cross country to LA and then onto Hawaii - we were dead tired and it was too late to do anything other than just open the balcony doors, let in the breeze and crash on the supersoft bed and pillows. We were so beat and it felt so good to curl up against each other’s warm bodies that we slept and slept and slept.
The night before the view from the balcony was just black, so imagine our surprise to see the most gorgeous view of green mountains and sapphire blue waters and white sand beaches just feet from our bed. Read more…
Johnny Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
I miss you already. I wish we had the time to snuggle together. I’d love to lay in your arms while we recover. My head resting on your shoulder, my finger lightly tracing across your chest. I trail my finger across your nipples then down your stomach, to you belly button. I circle it once then twice before I move further down.
My tongue is jealous of the journey that my fingers have taken. I slide my body over you. Kissing your chest, then licking first one nipple then the other. Gently nibbling. i slide my body along yours, our wet bodies sliding easily along each other. I make my way down to your stomach. I slide further still, feeling the object of my desire between our bodies. Read more…
Dwayne Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
“Hi mister, who are you?” I turned and saw a girl who looked like Daisy Duke standing beside the dirt road I was hiking along. “Hi! Yourself, young Lady. I am Bill Collins, who are you?
She smiled and sent a shiver down my spine, She was beautiful. “I am Penny, Penny Jenkins, I live on this farm. Where are you going?” I looked into the bluest eyes and stammered that I was looking for some gas for my truck. She said, “Jump the fence, I have some gas in a tank in the shed. Follow me.” I would have followed her anywhere. Her little round ass filled the tiny cut off jeans delightfully and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way it worked as she walked. I was getting hard. We came to a shed against a hill and she said, “I’ll be right back, I have to check on my pie.” She ran off to a farm house a few yards away. I looked around and saw the place was pretty run down. Old junk cars and rusty farm equipment was scattered about all over. I heard the screen door slam and she came running back, “The pie is OK. Let me find a gas can. Here it is, over here. She bent over to pick up the can and her little blouse hung down, she was not wearing a bra and didn’t need it. She had beautiful breasts and grinned as she caught me looking. She reddened a little bit but didn’t loose the grin. She was so nice to look at. She took my hand and led me to a large fuel tank. “Here is the gas. Put the can down and I will fill it. Oh! I forgot the key, wait here, I’ll be right back.” She ran to the house again, which was a delight to watch as her breasts bounced while she ran. Wow! She was a real hottie. Read more…
Dwayne Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
James sat back in the cramped seats of the airliner. His long legs made flying uncomfortable. But in spite of is discomfort he could not help smiling to himself. He was finally going home. It was the longest time he had been away; he missed her terribly. Even more he had remained faithful. Not that it was difficult, he only had eyes for her, he sighed. The worst part was that his dorm style accommodations made it impossible for him to even relieve himself.
His thoughts were centered on her. She had insisted he wear his tuxedo for tonight. He got a number of looks going through the airport but still he complied. At least partially. He had his jacket and tie in the hanging compartment waiting to be put on before he left the airport. He pulled out the envelope containing her last letter and sniffed her perfume still lingering on it. Read more…
Leon Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
“Hot Springs Rehabilitation Center,” a friendly but familiar female voice said.
“Third floor house parent Mrs. J’s office please,” I said excitedly.
“One moment,” the voice replied.
“Hello?” Mrs. J said in her friendly southern accent.
“Hey Mrs. J, it’s Karen, Mat around?” I asked happily.
“He sure is, I just saw him a few minutes ago heading to his room, I’ll go get him for you, hold on Hun,” she replied in her usual happy manner.
I heard the familiar clunk of the phone and distant voices which had become quite routine for me over the past few months. Then as the phone went down, came the silence. Silence and waiting is what I both feared and was excited by. It was fear that my love would be out on the town with his friends, but the anticipation of hearing his voice, which had always excited me. Read more…
Jay Hardcore Stories Hardcore, Story
I woke sometime later, sweating and shaking, to the sound of rain outside that had now gotten considerably softer, and to the feeling of a swelling orgasm originating between my thighs. There was not much I could do, except arch my back in pleasure and enjoy the feeling of fingers plunging inside me at a fast pace – into “both” my holes, I noticed with weak surprise - and of a tongue flicking over my clit over and over again. I groaned, hard. My hands grasped the armrest of the couch just in time as my skin flushed from the heat inside me and my body bucked in wild pleasure. Read more…
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