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

by Melinda DuChamp

  “Not many woman can do that, Jezebel,” he said between grunts.

  Jezebel pulled away, raising an eyebrow. “Are you saying I have a big mouth?”

  Theseus began to answer, but stammered. Then Jezebel winked, and everyone, including Theseus, began to laugh.

  “Me, next,” Hansel said.

  Jezebel did a double-take at Hansel’s manhood, which looked like he’d been having carnal relations with a meat grinder. But what she first thought was blood turned out to be strawberry jam. She tasted his sweet tip, then slid his length into her mouth.

  His cock skated over her tongue, filling her mouth, and reaching to the back of her throat. She pulled back, toying with the underside with her tongue, then relaxing her throat, she sucked him deep again.

  Herc had been too small. Theseus too large. But Hansel was just right. (That’s another Goldilocks joke, for those who didn’t catch it at first.)

  Jez alternated between the three men, flavors mingling on her tongue. Her tits felt full and tight, and her nipples burned with need. Not literally, of course; nipples on fire wouldn’t be sexually arousing. But they were stiff and this was Fairytaleland and Jezebel allowed herself to think in purple prose because it was suitable to the situation.

  “May I try your tongue, Jezebel?”

  Jezzy looked up to see Bare smiling down at her.

  “I’d be honored, Bare.”

  Bare slathered Greek yogurt between her thighs and stepped in front of Jez.

  Jezzy leaned forward, and tentatively began with tiny, slow circles around Bare’s coated little gem. She moved first clockwise, then counterclockwise. She flicked the creamy nub then changed to slow, fat licks, the cream mixing with the tang of Bare’s nectar.

  “So good.” Bare spread her thighs wider. She pressed her mound to Jezzy’s mouth and ground against her rotating tongue. Then Bare arched her back, thrusting her breasts into the air, and as Theseus and Hansel each nibbled a nipple, she took their hard rods, one in each fist.

  Jezebel’s pussy was drenched and her thighs quivering. As much as she was enjoying her feast, she also wanted to climax herself. And like a deep itch she couldn’t scratch, the need drove her hunger.

  Bare shuddered and cried out, her entire body quaking as she came. Once. Twice. When her orgasms subsided, she sagged against Hansel.

  “It’s time to move on to the next course,” she said on panting breaths.

  “Wait!” called Hatter.

  “Wait!” called Hare.

  “It’s time to clear the table,” they said in unison.

  A loud crash echoed through the room as fountains and platters, bowls and chafing dishes clattered to the floor.

  Jezebel was about to ask what the hell they thought they were doing when Hercules lifted her from her knees, swooped her into his arms, and carried her to the cleared end of the table. He laid her on her back, and the rest gathered around.

  At first, Jezzy felt exposed, vulnerable, with five men crowded around her, staring down at her naked breasts, her intimate folds, the glistening dampness between her thighs. Five cocks stretched over her, erect and ready, sacks hanging heavy underneath. Even Hatter and Hare didn’t seem silly now, their shafts—one thick and corded with veins, the other curved charmingly upward—bobbing on either side of her head.

  Jez remembered the construction workers, touching themselves as they watched her. But they’d been at a distance. Being watched up close was much more exciting. Her heart beat faster. Her breath came quicker. Her skin flushed with heat.

  Jezebel spread her thighs, just a few inches at first, then a few more. She arched her back, thrusting her stiff nipples into the air. Then, feeling really bold, she leaned her head back, over the edge of the table, and discovered Hansel standing behind, his shaft hard and ready. Jez smiled up at him and opened her mouth. He slid inside, and she cupped her lips around him, protecting the tender skin of his glans from her teeth. Hansel moved slowly into her mouth, then eased out, cradling her head and neck with strong hands.

  Jezebel gasped around his length as something cold dripped onto her sensitive folds. Her core tightened at the change in temperature.

  “Just a little cream for your sweet pie,” Theseus said in his deep voice. Then she could feel his mouth on her, heat chasing ice, tongue teasing clit, licking up every drop. He ground his lips into her and thrust his tongue inside.

  Jez angled her hips, trying to take him deeper. “Domm dopp,” she whimpered.

  That was what don’t stop sounded like with a dick in your mouth.

  Theseus seemed to understand. He could apparently speak blowjob.

  “Stop?” He laughed, the vibrations tickling. “I won’t stop until I’m done eating.”

  Hatter, Hare, and Hercules moved their hands over her, whisper soft over her belly, harder on her breasts, kneading and pinching. She took hold of Hatter and Hare, one in each fist, not caring how ridiculous they were, not caring that they might recognize her, not caring about anything but the feel of their firm lengths in her hands and the way their balls rose and fell with each pump of her fists.

  Hercules climbed onto the table. Straddling her body, he cupped her breasts and pushed them together, mounding them high. Something slipped into the channel of her cleavage, and even though she couldn’t see it, she’d recognize the soft, firmness of an erect cock anywhere.

  “Your tits are so luscious,” Herc said as he slid between, kneading them with his hands and pinching her nipples. “So big and soft and beautif—Ahhhhh.”

  A splash of warmth bathed her breasts.

  Hercules grunted and groaned, and then he was quiet. “Uh, sorry Jezebel. I didn’t mean to come, but I just couldn’t help it. You have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.”

  Jezzy flushed at the compliment, wanting to wrap herself in his kind words.

  “That reminds me,” Bare said. “You haven’t had a facial yet, have you Jezebel? A spa trip is nothing without a good facial.”

  “Mmmphmmmph,” Jezzy said, her best shot at conveying the negative around Hansel’s just right size.

  “It’s lovely, dear,” Bare said. “And here at the Hellfire Club Spa, a facial isn’t just for the face. We offer a special bukkake (she pronounced it boo-cock-ee) facial that covers the whole body.”

  Voices erupted around her.

  “It’s the most amazing thing.”

  “Makes your skin so soft.”

  “Tightens the pores, too.”

  “I love to come on tits!”

  And as crude as whoever that last voice belonged to was (Hatter or Hare, anyone?), Jezebel had to admit she’d enjoyed having a man rub his cock against her breasts and climax on them, so much that she’d like to do it again. And having five—well, four, since Hercules was already spent—sounded fabulous.

  She let Hansel fall from her lips, and shifted back on the table, this time wanting to see, to taste, as well as feel the warm slickness of their shafts against her skin. “Please, I’d like to try.”

  “Very well. Are you all ready?” Bare asked the men.

  Hercules climbed down from the table and took Theseus’s place between her thighs. His tongue was as strong as his muscular body, and he lathed her, teased her, and plunged it inside. Hatter and Hare climbed on the table, Hansel and Theseus on either side of her shoulders. All of the men focused on her, only her, their strong hands holding stiff, eager shafts.

  The lust on their faces was almost too much. Jezzy felt hot and sexy and… powerful. She wanted them to come. She wanted to be bathed in their passion.

  All around her, the men stroked, their motions growing more urgent, more frantic. Hips tipped forward, grunts and moans gaining volume. Hatter and Hare rubbed themselves over her nipples, sliding in the seed Hercules had left, slick skin against slick skin. Theseus and Hansel moved against her cheeks, and she turned her head this way and then that, licking one cock then the other.

  And as Hercules’s tongue kept up its exquisite torture,
the first spasm of a climax clenched deep within her walls and her hips began to buck.

  Jezebel cried out as the orgasm gripped her, but Hercules didn’t stop. The men around her didn’t stop. Wave after wave seized, letting go only to seize her again. And when the men finally added their voices to hers and the warmth of their essence coated her skin, Jezebel felt invincible.

  Amid the splashing seed, Bare began stroking Jezebel’s face with her fingertips. She started with Jezzy’s forehead and cheeks then moved down over her neck, her chest, her breasts, massaging the fluid into Jezzy’s skin. The men around them joined in, kneading her breasts, smoothing their hands over her belly, touching every intimate inch.

  Jezebel closed her eyes. To have all those cocks worshipping her had been heady. To have all these hands, divine.

  “That might be the hottest health food orgy we’ve ever had,” Bare told her.

  “It was so powerfully orgasmic, I feel the urge to recite poetry,” said Hatter.

  “Please control the urge,” said Jezebel. “I beg you.”

  But Hatter, who now wore an oversized bowler hat, assumed the poetry position. The position involved standing up straight, chin out, chest thrusting forward, one foot slightly in front of the other. It looked as stupid as that description sounds.

  Hatter cleared his throat, and began.

  #bq_poem “I really love good teriyaki,

  #bq_poem But even more, I love bukkake.”

  “Awful!” someone shouted.

  “I’m going to be sick!” yelled another.

  Someone else was sick, and the sound of retching ripped through the room.

  Undaunted, Hare also assumed the position and began to recite.

  #bq_poem “I really love my Kawasaki,

  #bq_poem But even more, I love bukkake.”

  “Have mercy!” someone pleaded.

  “Someone kill me,” a woman cried. That woman may have been Jezebel.

  Unperturbed, Hatter stepped in front of Hare, apparently not wanting to be outdone.

  #bq_poem “I really love the movie Rocky,

  #bq_poem But even more, I love bukkake.”

  “And you both are done,” Hercules said, hoisting Hatter and Hare up by their necks.

  “Wait, we have more rhymes!” cried Hatter.

  “We haven’t yet used disc jockey!” cried Hare.

  “Or sukiyaki!” cried Hatter.

  “Or field hockey!” cried Hatter.

  “Or Nagasaki!” cried Hare.

  “Don’t use Nagasaki!” cried Hare. “That joke will bomb!”

  “Too soon!” yelled someone in the crowd.

  Jezebel wondered if seventy years really was too soon for nuclear genocide jokes, and decided it was, so she was pleased when Herc tossed the two reporters out of the room. Also, Jez knew, it was only a matter of time until they figured out who she was, and she was having such a lovely time she didn’t want it ruined with unnecessary stress.

  Plus, she really couldn’t stand anymore bad poems. Who would let the author get away with such atrocities?

  “My dear,” Bare said, eyeing Jezebel. “You’re so sticky you look like a glazed donut. We need to get you cleaned up.”

  So Jez went to get cleaned up.

  A Steamy Experience

  Bare led Jezebel to the showers, where several VIPs were in the process of enjoying a sensual scrub-down by trainers with large, fluffy sponges. The shower stall formed a semi-circle of mirrors, and Jez watched herself as Bare poured some fragrant body wash onto a sponge and ran it over Jezzy’s body, gently cleansing away the stickiness from the Healthful Food Orgy. The rich smell of the body wash—

  sandalwood and brown sugar—along with the soothing strokes of the sponge, were so relaxing that Jezebel closed her eyes.

  “Don’t fall asleep, Jezebel. We have more in store.”

  After rinsing Jezzy under the warm spray, Bare took her hand and led her to a room with a large pool. Two broad-shouldered, handsome men lounged at one end, taking turns pouring honey onto their tongues from a small bottle shaped like a teddy bear.

  “Mmmm,” said one of the men.

  “Mmm-hmmmm,” said the other, dribbling honey over his chin.

  Long russet locks curled on their heads. Matching hair sprinkled strapping chests before it tapered down into a sexy line that disappeared under the water.

  So far, everyone Jezebel had seen at the Hellfire Club had been fairly hair-free, and she found the uncivilized, barbaric look of these two wildly exciting.

  “Jezebel, I would like you to meet my twin brothers, Barry and Robare.”

  “Your brothers? How cool is that? Hey, wait a minute!” Jezzy clapped her hands to her breasts, finding this delightful. “I’m now a blonde, and you’re the three bares!”

  Bare’s perfectly shaped eyebrows dipped low. “Bares? No, we’re the three Bottomses.”

  “No, I just meant your names…”

  “Our names?” One brother said.

  “They all have bare in them.”

  The other brother shook his head. “Actually my name is spelled Robert. The pronunciation is French.”

  In another room, some unseen drummer played a rimshot.

  “Robert,” Jezebel said, not using the T. “Are you French?”

  “No,” Robert said, winking. “But I kiss that way.”

  “And I’m Barry,” said his brother, “spelled B-A-R-R-Y. Like one of the Bee Gees.”

  “Is the G silent as well?” Jez asked him.

  “Excuse me?”

  “With Robert, the T is silent. And you said your name was spelled with a B and a G.”

  “No, it isn’t spelled that way. Barry was one of the Bee Gees.”

  Jezebel was bored with the wordplay, and really didn’t give a shit what their names were.

  “I don’t give a shit what your names are,” she said.

  “Don’t you mean Gibb a shit?” Barry asked.

  The brothers smiled and gave themselves a high five; one of those silly things boys did when they were pleased with something, but girls couldn’t care less about.

  Jez sighed dramatically. “Are you guys going to fuck me or what?”

  “That’s the plan,” Barry said.

  “This is an erotica book,” Robert said.

  “Thank goodness,” Jezebel answered. “I was worried there would be more bad poetry.”

  “Barry and Robert are experts when it comes to sexual adventure therapy,” Bare said.

  “Sexual adventure therapy?” Jezzy echoed. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

  “It’s cutting edge,” Bare explained. “And your fiancé requested it specifically for you.”

  Jezebel grinned. Leave it to Jack. He of all people knew that adventure always made her feel like a new woman.

  “By the time my brothers are done with you, you will have a whole new outlook on life. You won’t even remember any of the bad poetry that came before.”

  Jezebel sighed. “Hopefully the poor readers won’t be able to, either.”

  Barry and Robert climbed out of the pool, their impressive packages swinging heavy between their legs. At the sight of their long shafts and heavy sacks, Jezzy shivered with anticipation. Though she’d thought she’d been completely sated at the Healthful Food Orgy, she realized she was hungry again.

  But not for food.

  “We’ll start with the steam room,” Robert did declare. “It’s most enjoyable.”

  “Indeed it is,” Barry agreed.

  The two men reminded Jezzy of big, cuddly bears. The coppery hair on their chests looked inviting. Jezebel found herself wanting to curl up on top of both of these men together, and rest her cheek against their soft chest hair. Among other things.

  The two Bares led Jezebel to a room which was filled with thick, swirling steam.

  “It’s so nice and warm in here,” Jezebel said, stating the obvious. The steam caressed her skin, making her entire body tingle.

  Robert stood
closely behind her, the soft hair of his chest tickling her shoulder blades, his lips lightly touching the back of her neck. He planted little kisses along the tops of her shoulders. “Do you fancy a sandwich, Jezebel?”

  Jezebel felt a flush begin in her belly and sweep over her. A bit distracted, she murmured, “A sandwich? I’m sorry. I just came from the health food orgy, and I’m not that kind of hungry.”

  “This is not that kind of sandwich.” Barry stepped in front of her, standing close. The soft, glossy hair of his body tickling over her quickly stiffening nipples.

  “Oh.” Jezzy’s mind was buzzing now, and she was finding it hard to concentrate.

  Robert’s thick rod moved between the cheeks of her bottom and poked at her nether entrance.

  Jezebel gasped. “What are you doing?”

  Barry leaned down and captured a nipple between his lips, sucking firmly for a long moment.

  Heat pooled between her legs, and she felt her bud swell. Her pussy became instantly wet. Hardly aware that she was doing it, she moved her hips forward, searching for friction. Tension balled in her loins, making her womanhood ache once again.

  “The sandwich we are talking about,” Barry said around her nipple. “Involves pleasure. Not food.”

  “Let us show you,” Robert murmured against her shoulder, his lips tickling her skin.

  “Well, if you must…”

  Barry’s fingers found her folds and made light little circles over her hard, needy clitoris.

  Jezzy spread her legs wider, giving him access. She didn’t care what happened, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. She heard the sound of a cap being flipped open.

  “I’ve put some tingling lubricant on my cock, Jezebel. It’ll make it feel really nice when I slide into your hot, lush little bottom.”

  “Wait… into my bottom?” Jezzy’s eyes flew open. She twisted to stare at Robert’s large erection. “But you’re too big! Won’t that hurt?”

  “Not if it’s done right,” Robert said. “If you’re properly aroused, it’ll feel really good, Jezebel. And if you want me to stop at any time, I will.”