Fall is here, and that means yet another year of tests, classes, parties, and God knows whatever else at Rocky Mountain College, in Colorado. Something must be in the air, whether it's the natural high of the mountains, or the secondhand high from the now legal cannabis, that makes this college and the surrounding town carefree as can be. The laid back atmos...
Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over 18. WARNING! The following story contains explicit descriptions of mature wives and mothers doing slutty things in front of horny college boys! It had been Val's idea to get together with the "girls" for a weekend at their old college campus. Besides checking out a few old haunt...
The Early Years Firstly, let me describe myself. I have never been the guy who attracts women by being obviously handsome. Some of my mates had merely to enter a room of women, and immediately experience one or more girls "hitting on them". However I am tall, blond and blue-eyed. My best features, as described by various girlfriends, are my long, straight l...
Stan Greenburg -- retired billionaire -- peered over his glasses at the fat, snaggle-toothed grandma sitting across the table. She's not as old as she looks, he thought. Probably only in her forties. She reeked of stale tobacco smoke. "What's your name?" he asked. "Marsha McCoy." "And you want to be a housekeeper?" "Yup." "This is a pretty big hous...
I went to college in a small town, so most of the "fun" to be had centered around campus life. Fraternity/Sorority parties, sporting events, student theater—you know the drill. In fact, one of the best things we had to kill time was something incredibly simple: a walking track around campus. You'd meet up, ride bikes, walk, skateboard, rollerblade, and spend...
I have had a somewhat odd career. I went straight through college and law school. I spent 15 years working for a large law firm. That experience left me frustrated and bored. In my mid-30s, I felt forced to reassess my life and direction. I asked myself what did I really love? The answer was that I really loved sports. I was fortunate because I was able to g...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years of age. ***** The Invitation When Dad come in from work, Mom handed him the elaborately embossed envelope that had come in the mail. "What's this?" he asked. "Well, read it." Dad kinda mumbled "Dear Mr. and Mrs. Sussman, Blanke Schande University's 20th Reunion Committee cordially invites...
Becky was a child of the late 60s and early 70s that was a late bloomer growing up in Iowa. She was the nice quiet type that earned great grades and did what she was supposed to do. In high school she was such a good girl that she was way behind everyone else in college when it came to sex. In college at University of Iowa, she became very interested in sex...
This story is part of a series. Chapters 1 through 12 will provide context. Hopefully, however, this story may also be enjoyed as a stand-alone work. ***** The nude swim meet in New England had stoked Sara's desire to train and compete. We had only been back on the island about ten days when Sara informed me that we would be leaving for Central Florida. Sa...
Until I retired a few years ago, I had worked as an English professor at a small New England girls college. Since the college was small, all the professors also were required to coach one sport. I hated all sports, so the choice for me was hard. I didn't know or care anything about baseball, basketball, or hockey, so finally I settled on track, or cross coun...