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

by Melinda DuChamp

  “Are you aroused, Jezebel?” Barry asked her, his mouth was driving her wild, nibbling first on one nipple, then moving to the other, while his fingers moved back and forth over her slippery, swollen clit.

  Jezebel’s body prickled with need. She felt a deep flush move over her, and her mind grew hazy. “Oh, yes. But…”

  Her face turned bright red, and Jezebel didn’t want to reveal her true fear.

  “Let me guess,” Robert said. “You’ve never done anal before, and you’re afraid you’ll gorilla shit all over me.”

  “Or let loose with a bevy of thunderous tuba farts,” Barry offered.

  “That would be horribly embarrassing,” Jezebel said.

  “It won’t happen.” Robert stroked her back. “Trust me. When you feel pressure, just relax and push back against it, and then use your muscles to grip me.”

  “Besides,” Barry said, “with Robert plugging you up, nothing can come out.”

  “Okay, if you both are sure…”

  “I’m sure. I’ve butt-banged a lot of chicks, and none of them shit on my cock. So can I fuck your dirt trail or what?” Robert asked her, licking and nibbling her earlobe.

  “Yes. You’ve won me over with your sweet talk. I want you all up in my ass. Please,” she breathed. Doubts still needled the back of her mind, but she was caring less and less by the second.

  Robert kneaded her bottom with strong fingers. The head of his cock moved against her nether opening, circling it lightly, trailing the tingling lubricant around it. Then his fingers dipped into her, working the lubricant inside.

  The tingles felt cold, similar to the icy cream from the salon, but more tingly, and turned Jezebel on so much that her pussy squeezed several times in approval. “Oooooh.”

  “Is that nice?” Robert asked her.

  “Yes.”

  Barry slipped a finger inside her other opening—the one meant for sex—and his palm massaged her hard little bud.

  Jezzy’s entire body seemed to ignite and come alive. Her nipples brushed steadily over the curling hairs of Barry’s chest, creating a most pleasant friction. “Oh, yes.”

  “I’m going to put a finger in,” Robert said, lightly pushing against the opening of her bottom.

  “Please do,” she gasped, barely able to form words.

  Then she felt Robert’s finger slowly slide inside, stretching her. The lubricant chilled, then made her so hot she pressed back against him. It felt foreign and strange at first. But then, as he began making slowly, short movements, she found the tingling and stretching growing more pleasurable by the second. The small thrusts awakened nerve endings within her bottom that she never knew existed, and Jezebel found herself wanting to take him deeper and deeper inside.

  Barry’s fingers teased her g-spot expertly, and his palm moved over her enflamed, needy clitoris, harder, then softer, then harder again. She found a rhythm and rocked back and forth, both Robert’s finger and Barry’s fingers moving in perfect harmony.

  There was only one problem.

  “Your fingers… inside me… they’re… too small.” Jezzy couldn’t believe she was saying this, couldn’t believe she’d ever feel this bold.

  “You want me to thrust my cock inside you?” Barry asked.

  “I want you both thrusting inside me,” Jezebel managed to say.

  “Get ready for your spa package!” Barry took himself in hand. Tilting his hips forward, he brought the fat head of his cock to her folds and swirled his tip in her nectar.

  Jezzy watched, liking the sight of his thick, hairy length churning over her nub. Liking the feel of it even more. She was so wet, so ready, and although she had no idea how both brothers would fit inside, she wanted it. She craved it.

  “My turn,” Robert said behind her. “Knock knock, I’m at your back door. Can I come inside?”

  She was still worried about the gorilla shits and thunderous tuba farts, because either would send her self-esteem hurtling into a stinky abyss. But Jezebel knew she needed to have some faith in herself, and going outside of her comfort zone would hopefully get her closer to understanding the moral of the story.

  “Okay, but take it slow,” Jezzy said.

  “I shall. If it’s too much, just let me know.”

  Robert moved into her and upward, breaching her rear entrance. His length stretched her, made Jez feel impossibly jam packed. Inside her she could swear she could feel Robert’s and Barry’s cocks almost touch, as if skewering her on a shish-kabob. Jezebel had never felt so full. This wasn’t big-dinner full. Nor was it rich-desert full. This was none other than stretched-to-bursting packed in like sardines full.

  And it felt just right!

  Barry moved slowly and gently, in time with Robert. Barry’s cock curved and stimulated her g-spot while his pubic bone moved steadily against her clit. The abundance in her bottom intensified the delight she was feeling in her tunnel. Jezzy felt so much pleasure at once that it was maddening. Heat rushed over her, more intense than the steam surrounding them.

  “Ooooooh,” she moaned, rocking back against Robert and forward with Barry. Her legs folded, weak, but the brothers held her upright with their hands and their steely members. Her sensitive nipples were crushed against Barry’s chest hair, the friction much firmer than before, driving her wild. She kissed Barry, her tongue tangling with his.

  She felt Robert’s lips rake her shoulders as his thrusts became more urgent. His teeth nipped at her skin, adding just a little bit of pain.

  “Th-this is the best … sandwich I’ve ever had,” she moaned.

  “It’s our favorite,” Robert grunted against her shoulder.

  “Uh huh,” Barry agreed, looking into her eyes as he plunged harder and harder.

  The first contractions began deep inside. Jezzy’s body spasmed, her nether walls squeezing Robert just as her pussy claimed Barry. Her enflamed bud twitched against his pubic bone. Her entire body seized with a mind-blowing climax, the contractions going on and on and on. Jez screamed, so overwhelmed, she thought she might black out.

  Robert and Barry rode her orgasm with her, their thrusts becoming frantic. Every plunge of their cocks made each of her contractions more intense. Finally both reached their peaks, first Robert, then Barry, roaring like bears.

  After a moment they stepped away, disengaging with two audible POPs. Thankfully, nothing icky came out of her bowels.

  “You are so sexy, Jezebel,” Robert said once he’d caught his breath. He littered a trail of little kisses over her shoulders and back.

  “So beautiful,” Barry breathed against her lips. “Do you know how amazing you are, Jezebel?”

  “I think I’m beginning to,” Jezebel said. She had to admit, at this moment, she really was feeling kind of amazing. “And it’s all thanks to you two, and this spa.”

  “No. No one is responsible for that but you.” Robert said. “And we aren’t finished with you yet.”

  “You aren’t?” Jezebel asked, feeling so happy and satisfied, she couldn’t imagine what else she might need at this moment.

  “Indeed not,” Barry said. “Next we take a dip in the pool.”

  Breath Play

  The pool room was of ancient Roman style, complete with columns and various naked statues. Fragrant red and white rose petals floated in the steaming water, and as Jezebel sank into its soothing heat, she let out her deepest sigh all day. Along with one very tiny, ladylike fart.

  Luckily, no one noticed.

  “Nice, huh?” Barry said, he and Robert watching her from the deck.

  Jezebel answered with a smile then swam to the other side of the pool, reveling in the scent of roses and the soothing caress of the water over her skin. When she reached the other side, she flipped onto her back and floated, allowing her breasts to break the surface. The water was so peaceful she felt as if she was being cradled by it. Her hair fanned out around her head. She watched as her nipples tightened, cool in the steamy air.

  “There’s nothing better tha
n watching a gorgeous woman floating naked in a pool,” said Barry.

  “You think I’m gorgeous?” she asked the brothers, wanting to hear it again.

  And again.

  At least until she believed it.

  “You look like a lovely mermaid,” said Robert. “We know a couple. They come in here quite frequently.”

  “Ah yes,” Barry looked wistful. “I do enjoy the mermaids. They’re so cheeky. And I have a fish fetish.”

  Jezzy had met a couple of mermaids during her adventure up the beanstalk. She wondered if they were the same ones the brothers were referring to when she was distracted by two splashes. Jez glanced up to see the brothers swimming toward her. They stopped on either side, and each delicately squeezed a nipple with their fingers.

  Jezebel took a sharp breath. She hadn’t expected to feel energized for a while, but their fingers lightly playing with her nipples sent little shivers through her. “Ooooh.”

  “Your nipples are so lovely. May we taste them?” Robert asked her.

  It was odd that he would ask so politely, considering he’d just shot his hot load up her ass. But it was very gentlemanly for him to do so. “Yes, please.”

  The brothers both sank lower into the water, steam floating all around them, and each captured a tender bud between their lips, then pulled back and blew a light stream of air onto her. The feeling was exquisite, the cool air chilling her nipples and making them tighten. Even in the water, she felt her folds become slippery. Her sighs echoed in the room, bouncing off the walls.

  Barry skimmed a hand over her belly, and found her most sensitive spot, slipping his fingers gently over it, creating slow circles. Instantly, Jezebel felt heat pool between her legs, her abdomen tighten, and her little bud protrude, warming to the stimulation.

  “You don’t seem to believe us when we say you’re beautiful, Jezebel,” Barry said. “Why is that?”

  “I-I don’t know. I’m not too shabby, I guess. Hopefully the spa is improving my appearance a little.”

  Robert chuckled, gave her nipple a few flicks, then said, “it’s not just about how you look, Jezebel. It’s how you feel. It’s who you are. You are physically lovely, without a doubt. But you are truly sexy on the inside as well. You are a strong, powerful woman who is bold and adventurous. Your beauty radiates from the inside out. That is what true beauty is.”

  “Yes,” Barry said, now moving his palm over her throbbing bead. “You are more beautiful the longer you are here, because you are becoming more confident with each passing hour. When you feel beautiful on the inside, everyone sees it on the outside.”

  That sounded a lot like New Age psycho-pop bullshit to Jezebel. But she was finding it difficult to concentrate on what the brothers were saying. The sensations they induced in her were so distracting, and becoming stronger by the moment. Their voices were starting to sound like the adults in Charlie Brown cartoons. Mere garbled nonsensical murmurings (in case you never knew what Charlie Brown adults sounded like).

  She closed her eyes and focused on the surges rippling over her. Much longer and she’d—

  “Would you like to try something different, Jezebel?” Robert’s voice broke through her sensual haze.

  “Ah, okay.” She heard the reluctance edging her tone. Truthfully, she was content as she was, with the two Bare brothers caressing and kissing her and repeating sweet words. She wasn’t sure she was up for another challenge.

  “You’re not sure you’re up for another challenge,” Robert said.

  “Can you read my mind?” Jez asked.

  “No. I just read your interior monologue a few sentences ago.”

  “I was just thinking about my wedding,” Jez said, ignoring the fourth wall Robert just broke. “I don’t have much time left here at the spa. Instead of trying new adventures, shouldn’t I be getting ready or relaxing or something?”

  “There’s plenty of time for that. Right now, you need to be stretching yourself, trying new things. That’s the best way to boost your confidence.”

  Boosting her confidence sounded like just the thing Jezzy needed, but she wasn’t sure this was the best way to do that. “If I look thin and beautiful, won’t that make me feel confident?”

  “You will feel as confident as you are.”

  That made as much sense as gills on a horse.

  “How about a seahorse?” Robert said. When Jez looked at him funny, he shrugged. “I read your interior monologue again.”

  Jezebel forced a smile to her lips. “Well, if you think trying new things will make me more confident…”

  Robert nodded. “We do.”

  “…then I guess I’ll give it a try. What’s the worst that can happen?”

  “Drowning,” Barry said.

  “Excuse me?”

  “It’s called breath play,” Barry explained. “It’s a form of erotic asphyxiation. When you deprive your body of oxygen while coming, your orgasm is more intense.”

  “Deprive me of oxygen?” This didn’t seem like a good adventure. Not at all.

  “You won’t die, lovely Jezebel,” Robert said. “We would never let that happen.”

  “Probably,” Barry said.

  “And to everyone reading this chapter: don’t try this at home,” Robert said.

  “You’re not exactly selling me on this,” Jez told them.

  “Generally, it’s one of the most dangerous games you can play,” Barry admitted. “But we’re professionals, Jezebel. Instead of cutting off your oxygen by choking you or putting a plastic bag over your head or any of that crazy stuff that no one should do, we’re just going to ask you to hold your breath a few times while we dip you under water.”

  “And we’ll be doing it in the shallow end.” Robert pointed to the other end of the pool. “If you need to breathe, you just stand up.”

  Jezzy figured she could do that.

  “And if you can’t stand up for any reason,” he continued, “we’ll pull you up.”

  “Do you still trust us?” Barry asked.

  “Yes. I guess I do.”

  “Would you like to try breath play, then?” Robert asked.

  Jezebel thought of the sandwich. She hadn’t been sure about taking Robert into her back entrance, and yet it ended up being one of the most pleasurable experiences of her life. This whole trip had been about trying new things, from hair color to spinning class to delicious smoothies poured over cocks.

  “Okay. Let’s do it. As long as we’re sure I’m not going to die and wind up in the tabloids.”

  “You won’t die, and the tabloids aren’t anywhere within miles of us,” Robert said.

  Robert had failed to see Hatter and Hare, who worked for Big Cock Billionaire Magazine, peeking through the window and snapping pictures.

  Barry swam between Jezebel’s thighs. “I’m going to stimulate your gorgeous womanly parts while Robert teases your nipples. When you become very aroused, Robert will gently push your shoulders down so that your head is submerged. We will only keep you down there for a few seconds. If it’s too long, stand up or lift your hand and Robert will bring you back up immediately. Let’s try it, and if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. Okay?”

  Jezebel really wasn’t sure about this plan. Her heart thumped, and adrenaline spiked through her blood. It sounded scary. Allowing someone to submerge her and deprive her of air was so unnatural. But she did trust the brothers. After all, she’d known them for almost twenty minutes. Plus, one of them had been up her ass.

  “Okay.”

  The brothers moved Jezebel to the shallow end, Barry between her thighs, hands beneath them, and Robert with his hands behind her shoulders. When they reached an area where Barry could slide into her without pulling her legs and hips too far downward, they stopped.

  “Okay, Jezebel. Just relax and feel. We’ll tell you when to take a breath and hold it.” Robert smiled down at her from above her head.

  Barry slowly pulled Jezebel’s hips forward and took hold of his turgid length.
Directing the position of her body with one hand, he used the other to tantalize her opening with the head of his cock. He slid it over her, dipping inside only to pull out and circle her engorged clit. His muscles rippled as he moved, and the line of hair that pointed to his thick rod was, at that moment, one of the sexiest sights Jezebel had ever seen. His touch was so light one minute, so firm the next, and so well placed, it made Jezebel gasp.

  “Oh, that is just right!”

  Within moments, she was rocking her hips upward, trying to position her pussy so she could take his manhood inside.

  But Barry pulled away a little so that he wouldn’t move into her. Instead, he continued the game, enticing her with his rod, adding little swipes and twirls with his fingers. At the same time, Robert pinched her nipples, twisting lightly this way and that, then flicking them with nimble fingers. His rigid length poked at her shoulder blade, and knowing that he was so excited turned her on even more. She heard herself moaning in frustration and desire, the sounds bouncing around the walls and columns of the room.

  All she wanted was to feel Barry’s hard erection inside of her, jamming into her, while his fingers played with her clit. “Please. Please fuck me.”

  Barry eased into her opening and Jezebel felt herself tighten around him. The feeling was divine, and she just wanted to stay like this… with Barry pumping into her and Robert pinching her nipples… forever.

  Or at least until she came her brains out.

  “Okay, Jezebel,” Robert said from above, his tawny waves springing around his handsome face. “It’s time to take a breath and hold it.”

  Jezebel filled her lungs.

  “Ready?” Robert asked her.

  Jezebel nodded.

  Robert pushed her shoulders, and down she went. Warm water rushed over her face.

  At first, Jezebel felt panic. But Barry continued thrusting into her, playing with her needy bead, and Robert’s hands skated over her shoulders and once again found her nipples. They twisted and pinched, flicked and pulled, cupped and massaged.

  Pleasure sang through her entire body. The longer she held her breath, the more intense it became. She wasn’t sure how many seconds passed, but when her lungs began to burn, a bit of panic set in.