Fifty Shades of Goldilocks (The Fifty Shades of Jezebel Trilogy Book 3)

by Melinda DuChamp

  “No, no, no… Too long!”

  Hercules chuckled. “Yes, but certainly you’ve had large penises inside you before.”

  “That’s not a penis. That’s a shish kabob skewer!”

  “All right. All right. We’ll try another bike.” Hercules pointed to a glittering purple exercise bike across the room. “How about this one?”

  Jezebel crossed to the new bike, letting out a sigh of relief. She was actually feeling a little queasy from all the vibrating, and her breasts kind of hurt, as if she’d been jogging without a bra. She settled into the new bike’s seat and started to pump the pedals.

  The seat came to life, a delicious hum cupping her womanhood. The tremors awoke her hardening bud, and tension tightened in her abdomen. Within moments the dildo breached her opening and slid into her wetness. Then just as she was starting to feel very full, it drew back to ready itself for another thrust.

  She let out a long sigh.

  “Just a wild guess, Goldilocks, but I’m thinking that one is just right?” Hercules said.

  “Oooh yes… “ Jezebel murmured, her eyes closed. “Oh, oh, oh, OH!”

  Jezebel pedaled faster as a sweet orgasm gripped her, clenching her muscles, moving through her, and leaving her breathless. It was over far too soon.

  “Now you see what a difference the right bike can make.” Hercules grinned.

  “Yes. I certainly do.” Jezebel panted, slowing her pedaling down to catch her breath.

  “Good. So you’re ready for the game then.”

  “The game?”

  Before Hercules could explain, people started filing into the room; a couple of women, then a few men. Every one of them was naked, and they each seemed to know exactly which bike they wanted.

  “These people have been here before, I guess,” Jezzy observed.

  “Yes. They love this game.”

  “What kind of game is this?”

  “You’ll see. Your last orgasm came far too quickly. I’m betting it wasn’t exactly mind boggling.”

  Jezzy nodded in the affirmative. Once she’d mounted the perfect bike, she’d been so eager for completion, she’d rushed to achieve it. But she had to admit, it wasn’t as mind-blowing as her experience in the salon, and the fact that Hercules had noticed, too, made her feel a little inadequate.

  “This game will force you to postpone your gratification, and as a result, your orgasms will be bigger and more intense. It also involves some healthy competition.”

  Competition? Jezzy wasn’t keen on competition. “Do we have to compete?”

  “Afraid you’ll lose?”

  “Well, yes,” Jezebel said honestly.

  “And you don’t like to lose.”

  “Does anyone?”

  Hercules chuckled. “No, I suppose not. But that will just make you more motivated.”

  Jezzy frowned. “Isn’t improving my body enough motivation? Do I have to risk losing, too?”

  “There’s nothing that builds confidence better than taking a risk.” Hercules winked. “Now we play the game. Has everyone chosen their bikes?”

  A cacophony of voices spoke in the affirmative, except for two men who simply stood there. One wore a large top hat with a tag that read 10/6. The other wore bunny ears.

  It was Hatter and Hare. Jez met them when they were working for her friend, Alice, and now they worked for Big Cock Billionaire Magazine.

  “Are you here for me?” Jezebel asked the duo. They’d previously done a story on her and Jack, and she guessed they’d followed her to get some kind of pre-wedding scoop.

  “Who are you?” asked Hatter.

  “Do we know you?” asked Hare.

  Jez was confused. These two weren’t mental giants. In fact, calling them intellectually deficient would be insulting to all of the stupid people in the world who wouldn’t want to be drawn from the same well. Had they forgotten who she was? Or were they playing one of their silly games? Or were drugs somehow to blame? Hatter did have a tinge of bloodshot in his eyes to go along with his spaced-out look. And Hare was eating an entire roasted turkey. There was also a very faint smell of marijuana in the room.

  Plus they were both smoking joints.

  Jez was ready to rail into them, to tell them to mind their own business. She was finally loosening up, relaxing for the first time since the wedding announcement, and now they would no doubt bombard her with questions and take photos and refuse to let her complete whatever transformation the spa had in store for her.

  But then she remembered her hair.

  I’m a blonde now. And it’s shorter.

  They don’t recognize me!

  “I’m Goldilocks,” she answered, following Hercules’s lead.

  “Goldilocks,” said Hatter. “Is that like Master Locks?”

  “Masturbate?” said Hare.

  “Rebate?” said Hatter.

  “Jason Bateman?” said Hare.

  “I loved Jason Bateman on Growing Pains,” said Hatter.

  “That was Kirk Cameron,” said Hare.

  “Didn’t he direct Avatar?” said Hatter.

  “Was that the movie with the blue people?” said Hare.

  “That’s the Smurfs,” said Hatter.

  “Did you know Smurfette was a cubist painter?” said Hare.

  “Of course. She’s famous for her blue period,” said Hatter.

  “I heard that was only once a month,” said Hare.

  “It was, until she missed a period,” said Hatter.

  “That’s why he’s known as Papa Smurf,” said Hare.

  “No wonder they’re blue. Unplanned pregnancies are serious business,” said Hatter.

  “Who the fuck are you guys?” said Hercules.

  Hatter stuck out a thumb. “I’m Hatter. That’s Hare. We’re here for the spinning class.”

  They began to rapidly spin around, twirling like little tornadoes, so fast that Hare dropped his turkey. Soon after they were both tumbling, ass over teacups, out the door.

  “Did you know those jokers, Jezebel?” Hercules asked her.

  Jez shrugged noncommittally.

  Hercules closed the door and faced the class. “Okay, the object of the game is simple. You pedal as fast and as long as you can, without coming. The winner gets free entry into the Healthful Food Orgy, available only to our most treasured VIP members.”

  Jezebel looked at the other contestants in the spinning class. They were all licking their lips, fierce competitiveness in their eyes.

  Self-doubt needled her. She frowned at Hercules. “You could’ve warned me. I would’ve stuck with the first bike.”

  “But where is the sport in that?” He tipped his blocky head back and laughed. “Okay! On your marks!”

  All contestants lifted their bottoms and leaned forward.

  Jezebel did the same.

  “Get set!” Hercules said.

  All contestants sat on their seats.

  “Go!”

  And the pedaling began.

  Jezebel started with a steady pump, not too fast, not to slow, pacing herself. Where the other contestants might become exhausted quicker, she hoped she’d have the energy and endurance to continue.

  But much to her dismay the steady, firm vibrations of the seat cupping her was at once more pleasurable than she’d hoped. Her nub swelled and poked forward, responding to the stimulation.

  The dildo thrust upward into her opening. The machine seemed to sense the location of her g-spot, and when it began a spinning movement right there, Jezebel caught her breath. Her nipples tightened and protruded shamelessly. Her breasts swayed and jiggled with each pump on the pedals, and she noticed some of the men glancing her way.

  Unfortunately her swinging tits didn’t distract her competition, but instead seemed to make them more determined. Their pedaling quickened, and although many were already moaning and sighing under their breaths as the robotic hand pumped their erections, all of their faces remained resolute.

  Jezzy wanted to be tha
t resolute.

  But it was damn difficult. Jez’s stomach and back bunched with tension. Her arousal level kept creeping up, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. Watching the other contestants was making her hornier with each passing moment. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the burning muscles in her legs. But having her eyes closed only made her more aware of the growing need in her core.

  “You’re all doing very well,” Hercules called out. “And you’ve all made it to the next level.”

  “What is the next level?” Jezebel asked, breathless.

  “Nipple lickers! Theseus!” He bellowed. “I require assistance!”

  The door opened and a guy came in. A muscular guy, not as massive as Hercules but just as cut.

  “This is Theseus,” Hercules said to Jez. “Another trainer here at the spa.”

  “Theseus?” Jez asked. “Why does that name sound familiar?’

  “Mythology,” Theseus said. “I was the founder-king of Athens. Son of Poseidon. Killed the Minotaur in the labyrinth. Ring any bells?”

  Jez shrugged. “It’s all Greek to me.”

  “Theseus and I will assist everyone in putting on their nipple buzzers. Everyone keep pedaling.”

  Jez kept a steady pace, trying to control her breathing. But it wasn’t any use. Despite her best efforts, the bike, with its vibration and thrusting, was really turning her on. When it was her turn to have the nipple contraptions fitted, she arched her back and thrust out her breasts for Theseus.

  “Give it to me,” she said, boldly.

  “I will later,” Theseus winked. He pinched her right bud until it was stiff, then pulled a retractable cord from under the handlebars of her bike and attached it to her right nipple. He did the same with her left, teasing her to uncomfortable stiffness before placing the device. “You have lovely tits. Really, really scrumptious. I hope you win and make it to the Healthful Food Orgy.”

  “Thanks.” Jezzy looked down at her breasts, each attached to an HR Gigeresque metal tube. “So what do these do?”

  “They’re nipple lickers,” Theseus said. “They lick.”

  He pressed a button on her bike’s control pad. Tiny flicks engulfed her nipples, as if small tongues were hungrily lapping. But they seemed to alternate hot and cold, wet and dry, tingly and pinching.

  “Oh!”

  “Yes, each nipple licker has the icy hot lotion inside to intensify the decadence. Do you like it?”

  “Oh my gosh, yes,” Jezzy’s hips moved forward and she pressed herself against the seat. She was so stimulated, her clit so engorged and aching, that she felt on the verge of climaxing.

  “Okay,” Hercules shouted, clapping his hands together again. “The race is on!”

  Jezebel’s eyes flew open. She hadn’t even been aware that she’d closed them. She drove down hard on the pedals, launching into a fast rhythm. The vibration vibrated. The nipple lickers licked. The dildo dildoed.

  All around her, naked people moaned and groaned, sighed and panted. All inside her, eagerness crackled with the intensity of high tension wires.

  Three of the contestants came at the same time, bellowing their release.

  Jezzy pedaled and pedaled and pedaled and pedaled, all the while feeling the heavenly vibrations of the seat and the dildo plunging in and out of her steadily tightening tunnel, the friction against her g-spot, the maddening massage of her nipples.

  Just a little while longer…

  Jezebel heard scream after scream, and saw her competitors fall, one after the other, like a bunch of dominoes. As they did, their bikes stopped. It must have been some sort of automatic shut-off switch, which was a shame, because if Jez had to lose, she wanted to lose multiple times.

  Finally, besides her, there was one spinner left. He glared at Jez from across the room, pedaling fast and gritting his teeth. Sweat trickled over his lean, sinewy body.

  “Only Jezebel and the reigning champion, Studly Hungwell, remain,” Hercules announced.

  “Your name is Studly Hungwell?” she said to him.

  “Stage name,” he said. “My given name is Macho Dick. I’m the fourth Macho Dick in the family. I come from a long line of Dicks.”

  Jez frowned. Neither of those names had anything to do with fairytales or any other kind of literature. Instead of being part of this story, they seemed more like just a cheap joke.

  “Will Jezebel dethrone Studly?” Hercules said, continuing his poor imitation of a sportscaster. “Or will he continue to reign supreme?”

  “What?” Jezebel puffed. “He’s never been beaten?”

  “He’s getting beaten right now,” Theseus said, glancing at the mechanical hand jerking Studly off. “But he is undefeated.”

  Great.

  Now the chance of winning this game seemed so slim, Jezebel wondered why she should even continue to try. Why not just give up right now? At least if she never really tried, she couldn’t be a true loser, right? And the orgasm lurked just one sexy thought away.

  But then Studly Hungwell smirked at her, as if reading her mind.

  Loser. Loser. Loser.

  Fat. Fat. Fat.

  No. No. No.

  Suddenly a new determination bloomed within Jezebel. Resolve fueled her, giving her strength she didn’t know she had. Which led to a wicked idea.

  If one sexy thought could do me in, might the same be said of Mr. Hungwell?

  She felt herself smile back then run a long hungry gaze down his body and focused on the part of him being fondled by the robotic fist. It was time to knock the king from his throne… or bike, or whatever.

  It was time to fight dirty.

  Between ragged breaths, she called out to him. “You’re… so big… I… want to… suck your… cock!”

  He looked surprised, then a look of frank craving crossed his face.

  “Imagine… it’s me… sucking you now…” Jez continued. “Come… in my mouth! Come… for me!”

  Studly’s eyes clenched shut, his face contorting.

  This was going to work! This was going to work!

  Then Studly regained his composure and he smiled through gritted teeth. “Your tits… are… making… me so… hard.”

  Now all Jezzy could think about was the weight of her swaying breasts and the firmness of his manhood. From there, it was only a small skip and a jump to imagining the tip of his shaft sliding upward, protruding from her cleavage, a drop of pre-cum glistening on his—

  This wasn’t going to work! This wasn’t going to work!

  She’d misjudged both Studly and herself. Not only had he seen through her strategy, Jez had forgotten how much dirty talk turned her on.

  She glanced back his way.

  He stared at her as if transfixed. His lean body glistened with sweat, and with each push of a pedal, his hips thrust forward, as if he wasn’t biking at all but instead driving into her.

  As if he was as turned on as she was.

  “It’s a race!” Hercules shouted the obvious.

  It was a race, all right. And Jezebel wasn’t going to lose.

  “I can… feel your cock… feel it sliding… between my tits… feel you coming… on my nipples…”

  Studly moaned, his face flushed with exertion and lust. He clearly really did want to fuck her.

  And the thought of him entering her nearly sent her over the edge. “Fuck… me! I’m… your… dirty little… slut! My pussy… aches… for… you!”

  “I’m … going … to … eat your … hot … wet … pussy!”

  “I want to … suck your rod dry! Drink … every … last … drop!”

  Oh, fuck, I’m turning myself on.

  Jezebel’s body sang with desire. The little clamps vibrating on her nipples sent electric bursts of pleasure trilling through her. Her belly tightened.

  Studly moaned, his skin flushed deep pink, then he grunted, “I want to fuck … your tight … ass!”

  The thought of him sliding into her ass at that moment seemed wildly erotic. The dildo ro
tating against her g-spot was merciless, sending jolts through her body.

  Jezzy heard herself whimpering, and Studly’s eyes watching her with obvious lust made everything so much worse. Her pussy squeezed uncontrollably. She was on the verge of an enormous climax, and bit down on her bottom lip, concentrating for all she was worth.

  No! Don’t come first! No! NO!

  Studly suddenly waggled his tongue at her, making quick little licking motions. And at that moment, the thought of his tongue swirling over her clit was simply too much.

  Her body seized, the orgasm gripping her with such force it was all she could do to stay on the bike. But even as she was wracked with pleasure, she was also wracked with regret.

  I lost!

  I failed!

  I suck!

  And the thought of sucking made Jezebel come again.

  Then, through her coital fog, she saw that Studly was also in the grip of ecstasy. He bucked forward and fell across the handlebars, bellowing out her name as his legs shot out to the sides.

  The rest of the room (the losers) broke out into applause.

  “Well,” Hercules said. “We haven’t had this happen before. A dead heat. Theseus, what do you think? Should both of them enjoy the Healthful Food Orgy? Or neither?”

  Theseus tapped his chin in thought. “I think we should let them both in. I don’t know about you, but both intrigue me.”

  Jezebel smiled. They had tied! She was so proud of herself for not losing to the reigning spinning king, that she felt positively euphoric. The self-confidence she felt at that moment was even more pleasurable than any orgasm she’d ever had. It was addictive. She wanted more of it.

  And strangely, the confidence was causing faint stirrings deep inside of her loins again. Success and achievement were turning her on. Who’d have thought? Self-confidence is sexy! Not just to others who recognize it in a person, but for the person experiencing it.*

  *This is the moral of the story. It will be repeated again and again so you don’t forget it.

  “Very well,” Hercules said. “You have both earned a spot at the Healthful Food Orgy. Follow me.”

  Studly approached Jezebel and offered his hand. “Good game. My name is Hansel.”

  “Wait, I thought you were Macho Dick.”

  “That’s my family name. But I didn’t ever go by that. Believe it or not, I got teased a lot.”