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

by Melinda DuChamp

  “And you didn’t get teased for Studly Hungwell?”

  “Studly Hungwell is my stage name. I work in the porn industry.”

  “Why didn’t you stick with Macho Dick?”

  “Believe it or not, it was already taken.”

  Jez could believe it. “So what’s with Hansel?”

  “That’s my nickname.”

  “Why?”

  “It means Little Hans.”

  Macho aka Studly aka Hansel held up his hands, which were indeed quite small.

  “It’s a blessing, really,” Hansel said. He placed a tiny hand on his own spent cock and said, “Look how big my manhood seems now. And if I played with your boobs, they’d appear two cup sizes bigger.”

  “Impressive,” Jez said, impressed. “And a good name for Fairytaleland. Fits right in with Gretel.”

  He rolled his eyes. “That’s my sister.”

  “Are you that Hansel and Gretel?”

  “That’s us.”

  “I’m thrilled to meet you,” Jez said, thrilled to meet him. Everyone knew the famous, thrilling story of Hansel and Gretel. It was a real thriller.

  “Of course we’ve grown up since then.” Hansel said. “Gretel and I don’t go wandering around the woods anymore. Although I do enjoy visiting the wicked witch, Lucinda. She does, indeed, love to eat me. You should see how she gnaws on my bone.”

  “So it wasn’t your finger you stuck through the cage bars that she checked for plumpness?”

  “It was not. And we weren’t children. We were both above the legal age of consent wherever this book is being read. Lucinda was something.” His face grew wistful.

  Jezebel remembered the witch Lucinda from her adventure up the beanstalk, although Jez’s opinion wasn’t as favorable. “Where is Gretel these days?”

  “She’s stripping down at Hot Tails. You wouldn’t believe how many fairytale characters work there. Great for making a little cash on the side.” He looked her up and down. “You should skip on over there and shake your booty. I bet you could rake it in.”

  “Um, no thank you,” Jez said, although she supposed it was more flattering that Hansel found her hot enough to be a stripper than not.

  “Come on, you two,” Theseus said. “We don’t want to be late.”

  “To the Healthful orgy we go!” Hercules sang out.

  And with that, Jezebel headed to the orgy, her appetite whetted for more than just food.

  A Healthful Orgy of Delights

  Jezebel stared, wide-eyed, at the long wooden table that was weighed down with an enormous variety of food. Berries of all sorts were set in dishes all along the table. Apples, pears, mangos, and a wide array of other fruits sat on decorated platters. Three different flavors of yogurt smoothies cascaded from curvy fountains. Nuts, seeds, and vegetables sat on rotating, tiered trays.

  “This is incredible.” Jezebel said. “It looks so healthy.”

  “Well, it was healthy once,” Bare said. “Now it’s healthful.”

  “I never understood the difference between the two.”

  “Allow me to explain,” Theseus said, stepping into the room behind Jez.

  “Please do. Nothing turns a girl on like proper grammar.”

  “Healthy means alive and fit. Healthful means it will help you stay alive and fit. If you ate healthy food, you ate something while it was still alive, which would probably result in it screaming.”

  “If you ate me, I’d scream,” Jez said.

  “Which is a healthy response.”

  “And would no doubt be healthful,” Bare added. She stood in four inch white furry slides, which accentuated her lovely flared hips and long legs. “I’m glad that you made it to the orgy, Jezebel. I was so hoping that you would. This event will nourish you like nothing else.”

  Jezebel’s stomach grumbled. This time, after leaving the gym, she hadn’t bothered to put on the silk robe, but had walked in completely naked, the buzz of the competition and spectacular orgasms fueling each step. Now it felt a little strange to be thinking of feasting in the raw, but Jezzy supposed if Bare could do it, she could learn to do it, too.

  Bare chose a large red strawberry and dipped it into a white, frothy cream. “This is whipped Greek yogurt. It’s delicious.”

  “And healthy,” Jez said. “Because yogurt contains lactobacillus, which is still alive when you eat it.”

  “Like bacon.”

  “And eggs.”

  Jezebel turned and saw Hatter and Hare had somehow gotten into the orgy. Hatter now wore an Easter bonnet, and Hare had a fluffy cotton tail sticking to his naked bottom.

  At least Jezebel hoped it was a fluffy cotton tail sticking to his naked bottom; it could have been a whole bunny shoved up his ass.

  “What are you two doing here?”

  “We’re eating,” said Hatter, eating a melon.

  “And having sex,” said Hare, having sex with a melon. A different melon.

  “Do you know that I know that you know the loveliest poem about fornicating with melon?” said Hatter.

  “I do know that you know that I know it, you know,” said Hare.

  “I do know that you know that I know that you know that I know you know it,” said Hatter.

  “I know,” said Hare.

  “Do recite for us,” said Hatter. “We need to fit at least one of these stupid poems into every story, for continuity’s sake.”

  Hare cleared his throat, then stuck out his bare chest and assumed an oratory position.

  #bq_poem “I had sex,

  #bq_poem With a melon,

  #bq_poem Now I’m wanted,

  #bq_poem As a felon.”

  “It is true,” said Hatter. “Sex with fruit is illegal in Fairytaleland.”

  “But he’s got his penis in a melon right now!” Jezebel pointed.

  Hare struck another pose.

  #bq_poem “I wanted to be a physicist,

  #bq_poem But I’m a fruit boinking recidivist.”

  “Did you write that one yourself?” said Hatter.

  “No. That was the famous melon objectivist, Ayn Rind.”

  “How many readers do you think are getting these obtuse jokes?” said Hatter to a large, muscular, naked man who was holding up a giant globe of the earth.

  The man shrugged.

  “This is all becoming increasingly meta,” Jezebel said. “And I really don’t think you’re allowed to attend this orgy without being invited.”

  Normally, Jezebel wasn’t so rude. But she knew it was only a matter of time before these two discovered who she was. Then it would be pictures, and interviews, and harshing the mellow she’d been cultivating since her arrival.

  “But we do have invitations,” said Hatter.

  He lifted up his bonnet and produced a piece of paper.

  “Admit two,” Jez read aloud.

  “I once stole twenty-seven thousand dollars from a convenience store,” admitted Hatter.

  “I once stole twenty-seven thousand dollars from Hatter,” admitted Hare.

  “There we have it,” said Hatter. “Two admissions.”

  “Hey, who are you guys?” Theseus said.

  “I’m Hatter,” said Hatter. “This is Hare. And I’m Hatter. I believe we’ve already met.”

  “Who are you?” said Hare.

  “I’m Theseus.”

  “Theseus?” said Hatter. “You mean the one that has all the synonyms?”

  “That’s Thesaurus,” Theseus said.

  “Thesaurus is here?” said Hare, reaching up to fix his hair. “I love that guy. He’s so smart.”

  “And clever,” said Hatter.

  “And intelligent,” said Hare.

  “And quick-witted,” said Hatter.

  “And astute,” said Hare.

  “And perceptive,” said Hatter.

  “Also, he’s hung like a horse,” said Hare.

  “A stallion,” said Hatter.

  “A bronco,” said Hare.

  “A steed,” sa
id Hatter.

  “A colt,” said Hare.

  “I heard he came from Pittsburgh,” said Hatter.

  “I believe you meant to say he came from filly,” said Hare.

  “Of horse he came from filly,” said Hatter. “All horses do.”

  “Do you know what came straight from the horse’s mouth?” said Hare.

  “I think I do,” said Hatter. “A bit.”

  While they went on with their irritating wordplay, Jezebel slunk to the other end of the table. Tomorrow she would be married. She needed to relax and improve her self-confidence, not listen to puns. Not that she wanted to think ill of anyone, but part of her hoped that Hatter and Hare were both violently murdered.

  No. That’s not nice. That’s not nice at all.

  Gently murdered.

  That’s much nicer.

  “Would you like a strawberry, Jezebel?” Bare asked.

  Jezzy turned to face her. “That sounds lovely, Bare.”

  Bare selected a piece of fruit and stepped close, one breast brushing against Jezebel’s. She slipped the tip of the strawberry between Jezzy’s teeth.

  Jezebel took a bite, sweet juice filling her mouth. “Mmmm.”

  Bare moved closer, her skin soft, her stiff nipple playing against Jezebel’s.

  Jezzy smiled, an idea coming to mind. She plucked a strawberry from a nearby bowl and offered it to Bare, and after the lovely woman took a bite, Jezebel brought the remaining fruit to Bare’s breast.

  Bare’s bare breast.

  Jezzy swirled the strawberry around Bare’s nipple, coating it with juice, teasing until it was taut. Then she slipped her hand under the soft mound and lifted, bringing the nipple up to her own lips.

  Bare tasted as lovely as she looked, the strawberry tang mixing with the delicate flavor of her skin, the Jasmine scent of her hair. Her skin felt smooth against Jezzy’s tongue, her lips, the texture soft as she nibbled. She moved to Bare’s other breast, painting her with juice, suckling her clean. When Jezzy finally looked up, Bare was flushed, her breath coming fast.

  “Let me.”

  Selecting a slice of papaya, Bare brought it to Jezebel, flicking her nipples with fruit until they glistened. A drop of sweet nectar wound its way into her cleavage. The juice was cool on Jezzy’s skin, and when it was chased by the warmth of Bare’s mouth, Jezzy couldn’t hold back a moan.

  Another moan echoed hers, and it took a moment for Jezebel to realize it hadn’t come from her or from Bare.

  “Here you two, try this.” Hercules handed Bare a banana.

  Bare smiled. Looking into Jezebel’s eyes, she stripped the peel from the fruit. Then she brought the banana’s tip to Jezzy’s breast, toying with her nipple. She flicked it over one then the other, and then slipped the banana’s length between Jezebel’s breasts, sliding it up and down in the sweetness left by the papaya.

  Theseus and Hansel joined Hercules. Of the three, only Hansel was naked, and as he watched the banana, his member flexed upward, as if straining to be noticed.

  Bare smiled down at Hansel’s cock, then gave Jezebel a wink. She slipped the banana free and dipped it into a nearby bowl of thick, creamy yogurt, then held it up to Jezzy’s lips. “Take your time to really enjoy it.”

  Jezebel closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around the tip of the banana. The yogurt tasted tangy, a sweet hint of fruit underneath. She licked down the gentle curve, moving slowly, savoring. When she reached Bare’s fingers, she gave them a little kiss, then moved back up the stiff length. This time, when she reached the tip, she took the whole fruit into her mouth, sucking the yogurt clean.

  Groans erupted around her, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Hansel, Theseus, and Hercules gathered around. Theseus and Hercules still wore their Hellfire trainer shorts, but the polyester spandex blend did little to hide their excitement. Theseus looked as if he would burst free at any moment. Even Hercules sported a touch of bulge.

  Apparently eating a banana was erotic. Who knew?

  Bare handed the banana to Jezzy, and nodded, encouraging her to continue.

  Jezebel glanced at the expectant faces. Her heartbeat accelerated. A flutter of nerves worked over her naked skin.

  This is weird.

  When I was nude in front of the construction workers, I felt safe because Jack was there.

  Now he’s gone. And everyone is watching me. They’re expecting something.

  It’s scary.

  It’s intimidating.

  I should stop.

  But something inside Jezebel didn’t want to stop. Something inside wanted to push her limits, take a greater risk, see what happened next.

  She took a deep breath and pushed her fear aside.

  If people like to watch, let them.

  I’ll even put on a little show.

  Jezzy brought the banana back to her mouth, her hand shaking. She started slowly, nibbling the banana with her lips as if it was a cob of corn. Then she flicked it with her tongue.

  Someone let out a low moan.

  Heat flushed over Jezebel’s skin, but the blush didn’t come from embarrassment. She was getting excited herself. Turned on by all the eyes on her. The appreciative moans. The hungry expressions.

  She focused on the men, not their bulges this time, but their faces in turn, meeting each man’s eyes.

  Hercules’s were chocolate brown. And when she flicked at the banana’s tip, they grew wide and round, and he released a low whimper.

  Theseus’s were hazel green. And when she revolved her tongue around the fruit, he stood up straight and mumbled to himself.

  Hansel’s were deep blue and dreamy. And when she opened her throat and sucked the banana deep, his mouth fell open a little and his body trembled.

  Warmth pooled in Jezzy’s core. Moisture glazed her inner thighs. It had been a long time since she’d done anything so blatantly exhibitionist. Not just being nude in front of construction workers or having sex with Jack in the occasional public place, but really preforming. And seeing how much she was turning these men on, how much she was turning Bare on, gave her a thrill.

  Jez felt powerful. In control.

  Confident.*

  *There’s that moral again. Told ya.

  “Try this, too.” Hatter reached out a hand, a whole kiwi balancing on his palm.

  “You really need a pair.” Hare thrust a second hairy fruit at her.

  “Jezebel, would you like some more banana yogurt?” Hercules pushed his shorts down his thighs. Picking up the bowl, he poured a thick coating of yogurt over his erect length.

  Knowing that Hercules was the son of Zeus, Jezebel was surprised by how little length there actually was. Herc, who was built like a Greek god (because he was a Greek god), had a cock that was small enough to get lost in Jezebel’s fist.

  In fact, it was practically small enough to get lost in Hansel’s fist.

  And here I assumed the lack of bulge in his shorts was due to my shortcomings!

  Jez wondered if this was a steroid thing. She’d heard that juicing could shrink a man’s manhood. Or perhaps his muscles were some sort of overcompensation. Maybe he’d always been small in the trouser tackle department, so he worked on getting the rest of himself huge.

  She looked up at his face, a question on her lips, but saw no insecurity there. If anything, Hercules looked a little cocky.

  A little cocky with a little cocky.

  Well, if he can be cocky, so can I.

  Jez turned to her group of voyeurs. “Should I have a little more banana yogurt?”

  There were whoops and hollers, and noises like elephants trumpeting (which turned out to be coming from Hatter and Hare).

  Jezebel lowered herself to her knees, her face precisely at the level of Hercules’s groin.

  The muscle man’s lovely, little, straining member reached upward, toward his taut belly, and moved forward in little jerks, as if beckoning.

  Jez peered up at the man mountain, then extended her tongue and began with
a little lick along Hercules’s glans.

  His cock sprang upward, eager for more.

  She gave him another swipe of her tongue, this time twirling around his circumference. The yogurt tasted rich and sweet. But it wasn’t the taste that Jezebel found irresistible, it was his responsiveness.

  Hercules groaned and ran his fingers through Jezebel’s soft, newly blonde hair. He tilted his hips toward her, seemingly not with any design in mind, but just because he couldn’t help it.

  She took the head into her mouth, her nipples brushing against his muscled thighs, then accepted him deeper. Or at least as deep as he went. There was no need to relax her throat. No gagging. She could suck him right down to the base, fit him between her gum and cheek, and curl her tongue around his width.

  “Oooh yeah, Jezebel. You’re amazing.”

  “Lick him clean!” a voice cried from the crowd.

  “Suck him dry!” another yelled above the cheering.

  “She’s a witch!” screamed a third. “Burn her!”

  Hatter and Hare again, those assholes.

  Hercules moaned and whimpered and thrust in and out of her mouth, his movements becoming frantic and urgent. “Oh, yes! Yes!”

  “Theseus,” Jezzy heard Bare say. “You take the peach yogurt. Hansel? Let’s pour some strawberry preserves over you. We’ll give Jezebel a real feast.”

  Out of the corner of her eye, Jezzy saw Theseus ditch his shorts. Hercules withdrew from her mouth, and there at the level of her eyes was the fattest cock she’d ever seen. Roughly the size of a soda can, Theseus’s member was coated in yogurt, small bits of peaches flecking the prominent head.

  “Wow,” Jezebel said on a puff of breath.

  “It’s something, isn’t it?” Theseus said, as cocky about his scale as Hercules had been about his.

  Jezebel smiled. His dimensions might be a little intimidating, but like Hercules, his cocksure attitude inspired her to overlook the size issue.

  She lowered her jaw, then stretched her mouth open wide. Her lips strained, burning a little at the corners, and even then, she could accommodate him only as far as his ridge. Unlike blowing Hercules, Jez couldn’t swirl her tongue around him, or get much suction going. And deep-throating? Fahgettaboutit. But Theseus seemed pleased just the same, moaning and thrusting, his tight butt clenched, his generous sack plumping soft against her chin.