Hot Flashes Series

Nolan and Alexa want to have sex, but something always interrupts them. With Alexa's mother out for the night, Nolan sneaks over. But the evening is interrupted in the most incredible way! When Crystal discovers her daughter having problems pleasing her boyfriend, she offers to give the nubile teen some pointers. It's a night they won’t forget, thanks to "Alexa's Oral Lesson!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ He undid his belt, and Alexa’s strong little hands pulled down his jeans. She caught her breath as his package tented the front of his boxers. “Oh, boy.” She licked her lips. “Looks like someone is happy to see me.” She pulled his boxers down, and Shane smiled as her eyes got wider and wider. “How...how big is it?” He shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. But he was happy that she was impressed with his size. “Eight inches or so.” He grinned down at her. “Want to get a tape measure?” “Maybe later.” She reached over to her bedside table, grabbing a hair band. Shane could see the way her breasts lifted inside her nightie as she tied her hair back in a ponytail. “Right now I want to see how deep I can get that gorgeous wang of yours in my mouth.” “Oh.” Shane felt like he had been hit over the head with a hammer. Where was the cute little princess who never liked to get dirty? “That sounds great.” “We’ll just start off slow,” she said, as if to herself. She knelt over him, her body all tan and dark shadows in the glow of the lights, and took her first taste of him. Oh, God! It was so good. Shane’s erection leaped as Alexa licked him up one side and down the other. Her tongue was hot and left trails of wet fire on the skin of his shaft. “Damn, Lexi...” She reached between his legs, tickling his balls. “Good?” she asked, drawing her tongue up the underside in a long stroke that made his pulse pound. “So good,” he answered. “It’s going to get better,” she promised, fondling him. Little jolts surged up from his toes to his brain as she tickled him. She paused for a moment, staring down at him. Then her pink lips pursed and a long, pearly string of saliva dripped from her mouth to his crest. “I’ve wanted this in my mouth since the first time I heard about blow-jobs,” she said. “And now I’ve finally got it.” Before Shane could say anything, she dropped her mouth down, taking him in. One bob, two, three, every time going deeper. Her mouth was stretched wide, and Shane watched as his length disappeared. When he was little more than halfway inside, he felt the tip hit the back of her throat. Alexa gagged, letting him slide out of her mouth, then tried again, with no better result. “Damn it,” she muttered crossly, after multiple attempts had failed. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I’ve been able to get other boys deeper.” It was tempting to take control, to tell Alexa to open her mouth and shove it in as deep as she could take it. And then maybe a little bit deeper. She felt so good. That hot, wet, eager little mouth, the way her tongue slid around the underside of his shaft, teasing him. The way she looked so dirty with her mouth stretched wide... “It’s okay,” he assured her, as she lay down beside him, her hand slowly jacking him. “It still feels good.” He pulled her close for a lazy kiss, his hands cupping her breasts. “I know I’m big.” “Oh, I don’t know,” came an amused voice from the doorway. “You’re definitely big, Shane. That’s no lie. But a woman who has a little bit more...experience...might be able to deep-throat that monster.” “Christ!” Alexa squealed as a slim shape entered the room, moving with slow, languid grace. “Mom?”

Jack couldn't believe it when his MMA hero accepted his challenge to spar. Demi DeVito was a south Boston legend. But when he holds his own with the sexy champ, things turn hot and heavy! Demi isn't going to take no for an answer. Jack lasted three minutes with her in the ring. How long can he last in bed? ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “What’s the matter, big boy,” she whispered, letting him fall out of her mouth. Her hand stroked his sac. “Can’t get it up?” “Considering a couple of minutes ago you were trying to choke me unconscious, you’re lucky I can still stand,” Jack replied boldly, startled out of his usual shyness. “Oh, I’d rather choke on this.” And then she took him in again, bobbing on him rapidly. A contented hum escaped her lips as he began to harden. “My trainer sent me back here after I lost the de la Cruz bout,” she said, the next time she came up for air. “Told me I was spending too much time balling all the awesome bodies I was hanging out with, and not enough time working on my technique.” She ran a teasing tongue around his tip, smirking as his shaft leaped up eagerly. “The hell does she know? The more I screw, the hornier I get. And the hornier I get, the harder I fight. Because there ain’t nothing in the world more fun than kicking the crap out of some loser and then getting laid right after.” Jack didn’t answer. But it didn’t seem that Demi expected him to. He was fully erect now, and he hoped to sweet Jesus that Sonny hadn’t forgotten anything and came back to the gym to pick it up, because he was sure they made one hell of a tableau. Him with his shorts around his ankles and basically nothing else, and Demi DeVito stark naked on her knees in front of him. “You need it,” she muttered, licking his shaft. “You thought you were lucky to last three minutes? That ain’t nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you now."

Cody was an all-star quarterback, but he can't get into college unless his grades improve. Hired to tutor the horny teen, sexy MILF Bailey Frazier finds herself accepting an outrageous bet. If Cody gets his grades up, she'll strip for him! But there's no way the meathead athlete can actually do it. Can he? Find out in "MILF Tutor's Naughty Gamble!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ “The French and Indian War,” she said, her voice taking on the tones of the classroom, “Is what we call it in North America. In Europe, it was named the Seven Years’ War, and it was the first true world war. All the major powers of Europe were drawn in. In Europe, it was the French, the Spanish, the Austrian Empire and Russia against Great Britain, Prussia, Portugal and several smaller Germanic states. In North America, it was Great Britain and the colonists against the French and many of their Native American allies. But you might be surprised that the entire war was basically begun by George Washington and for the love of God would you stop staring at my breats?” Heat crept up the back of her neck as she glared at the young man, who had almost immediately fallen into his customary classroom torpor, his vacant gaze fastened on her chest. “I can assure you, there won’t be any questions about my bra size on the final. So you should probably start concentrating on something else, Cody.” Cody grinned roguishly. “But they’re such pretty breasts, Miss Frazier.” She stared at him. “You just did not say that.” “Why not? It’s true.” Bailey swallowed. She hated men like Cody. Hated the way they automatically assumed that with a little bit of charm, a grin and a wink and a clever line they could have any woman they wanted. She looked into Cody’s handsome, grinning face, with its shock of wavy black hair, the dimpled chin, the dark blue eyes, and felt her jaw harden. Even the beak of a nose only seemed to heighten his arrogance. “The state of my chest,” she said, hating the quaver in her voice, “is not your concern.” She dug into her pocket until she felt paper under her fingers. She pulled out the check Cody’s father had given her and placed it, very carefully, on the desk. “Either start treating me with the respect I deserve, as your teacher, an adult, and a woman, or take this back to your father and find someone else to spoon-feed you.” He made no move to pick up the check. “I’ve got something else in mind.” “What?” “I’ve always wanted to know what your body looked like, under those clothes. You should dress nicer, you know. You have the figure for it. “I get my grades up to a C, in both of your classes, and you let me see you naked.” Bailey gaped at him. “You cannot be serious!” He shrugged, broad shoulders rippling. “What do you say, Miss Frazier?" Cody grinned. "They say there's nothing like a little motivation. I get a carrot and you get a sausage." “You’re not giving anything to me,” she snapped in reply. “And anyway,” she said dismissively, her mind churning over the numbers. “There’s no way you could get your grade up that high. You’d need something like ninety percent in American History. And even better in World History.” “Then there’s no risk in taking the bet, is there?” “And if you don’t get a C? What do I get?” She shouldn’t let him goad her, she knew. But she was on the verge of losing her temper completely. “Seems to me like this bet is pretty one-sided, Cody. I’m taking all the risk and you’re getting all the reward.” He shrugged, as if the result was already forgone. “Name it.”