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

by Melinda DuChamp

  Next to her, Alice moaned.

  Jezebel squeezed her eyes shut. Bare’s caresses combined with the luxurious scent of the oil was having a definite aphrodisiac effect. Jezzy’s skin tingled, and her most sensitive area plumped in response. Despite her best efforts, her breathing quickened, and soon she felt the blood rushing in her ears as her pussy tightened with desire.

  Then Bare’s hands were massaging the cheeks of her bottom, lightly squeezing and kneading.

  Jezebel let out a little gasp. Her nipples tightened and warmth gathered in her loins.

  Bare paused again to pour more oil into her hands, then began working slowly over Jezebel’s back, making slow, delicious circles with her palm.

  “Your tits are so beautiful from this angle, Jezzy,” Alice said. “Round and full. And your nipples… they’re so distended and lurid. It’s like they want to be sucked.”

  Jezzy glanced over at Alice’s naked breasts and giggled. “Yours are so tender and pink. Like they’re sweet and innocent and need a skilled tongue to bring them out of their shyness.”

  “Wouldn’t it be fabulous if Lewis and Jack could see us right now?”

  Jezzy imagined Alice’s husband and her husband-to-be watching Bare pleasure them. Jack would be stroking his hard cock just at her telling the story. “A video sure would make a lovely wedding present.”

  Alice sighed. “I wish we’d thought of it. Lewis and my anniversary is coming up! Maybe we should call Hatter and Hare back in and ask them to record this.”

  “I’m sorry,” Bare said. “But Hellfire yoga isn’t about show. Performing for your husbands or those two buffoons violates the philosophy behind the practice.”

  “There’s a philosophy behind the practice?” Jezzy asked. “I thought this scene was just about getting naked and bendy in a hot room with, you know, orgasms.”

  “Well, Hellfire yoga is about those things, too. Otherwise why would someone want to read this scene?” Bare smiled. “Buddha said, ‘Be a lamp to yourself. Be your own confidence. Hold on to the truth within yourself as to the only truth.”’

  “So Hellfire yoga is about exploring our own bodies? Not merely using them to give others enjoyment, but to enjoy ourselves?”

  “That’s very on the nose, Alice.”

  “Thank you, Bare. It will be such a shame when you die in two months.”

  “Actually, the doctor gave me seven weeks,” Bare said.

  “My goodness,” said Jez. “Did you ask for a second opinion?”

  “I did. He also said I had nice tits.”

  Jezebel marveled at Bare’s and Alice’s profound strength and wisdom. “So let’s get to the enjoying ourselves part. This story is almost over, and that means the wedding will be here before we know it. I need to be perfect before then because right now I hate myself!”

  Alice and Bare sighed, shook their heads, then turned their attention back to Hellfire yoga.

  Bare’s hands worked back over Jezzy’s bottom, slipping between her legs, to the part that felt so exposed in this position.

  And so, so, so hungry.

  Bare lingered there, moving her fingers in little circles over Jezzy’s protruding clit. Then she slipped a finger inside.

  “Oh.” The word puffed out of Jezzy on a breath of air.

  “Oh,” Alice echoed, and Jezebel knew her friend was feeling the same thing.

  Bare pumped her finger several times before adding a second, then a third. Jezzy leaned into the stretch, tilting her bottom upward as much as possible to expose her entrance for deeper penetration. When Bare withdrew, Jezebel let out a whimper.

  “Now breathe in and move into upward-facing dog, your weight shifting and lifting.”

  Reluctantly Jezzy lowered her hips and legs to the mat then arched her back until her arms were straight, her breasts poking into the air. Alice did the same.

  Bare sat down in front of them, pouring more oil into her hands. She moved close to Jezebel and cupped a breast in each palm, then she resumed the massage.

  If Alice had thought Jezzy’s nipples were lurid before, they were positively garish now. They glistened with oil, and Bare rolled them between her fingertips and provoked them to hard, wanting peaks.

  She moved her attentions to Alice, teasing her delicate, pink nubs, making her pale skin glow as if lit from within. Now Alice’s nipples were lurid, too, and definitely no longer shy.

  “You both have such beautiful breasts. I could fondle your nipples forever. Er… I mean I could fondle your nipples for seven weeks until the cancer kills me. Let’s to do a bit more core work.”

  Jezzy was all for that. Her core was feeling very eager for work at the moment.

  “Take a deep breath in. On the exhale, shift back into down dog.”

  Jezebel and Alice moved as one, rising back onto hands and feet, stretching their shoulders and legs, tipping their nether regions upward. Hot air caressed Jezzy’s moist folds, and she had to admit she wished Hatter and Hare were still around. They were annoying, but Jez was sure they could help give her core the workout it deserved.

  “Now walk your feet forward until you are back in a forward fold. Then keeping your back flat, return to mountain position.”

  She and Alice obeyed, and at the end of the maneuver, both were standing straight, their breasts pushed out, their shoulders back.

  “Now take a long, cleansing breath.” Bare stared at their naked breasts, now just a few inches from hers. “Beautiful.”

  Jezzy imagined rubbing her glistening chest over Bare’s, over Alice’s, feeling their nipples slide against hers, then taking them into her mouth…

  Bare’s voice cut through Jezebel’s reverie. “We’ll start with our bride. Jezebel, why don’t you lie on the floor, knees bent?”

  Jezebel did as she instructed. She looked up at the other two women, taking in the view of their breasts from below. Skimming her gaze down their bodies, she focused on the V between their legs, wondering if they were as excited as she was, if their tunnels were as wet.

  “Jezebel,” Bare continued. “Move into the bridge position.”

  Shoulders flat on the floor, Jezzy lifted her bottom from the mat, her knees bent and feet flat. She spread her legs wide enough to keep her balance, about a foot apart, her pussy open and exposed. Just the knowledge that Alice could see Jezzy’s desire shining in her open folds made Jezzy’s head feel light.

  “Spread your legs wider,” Bare said. “Hellfire yoga is also about giving and receiving equally.”

  “Do we get to touch you?” Jezzy asked. She’d so enjoyed licking Bare yesterday, devouring her, making her come. She’d be very happy to do it again.

  “This is about you and your matron of honor getting ready for the wedding. I’d like to start by guiding you through touching each other.”

  Excitement trilled over Jezebel’s skin, raising goosebumps. Giving and receiving equally had always aroused her, and the thought of touching Alice made her feel hot all over.

  That and the temperature of the studio. Obviously.

  Alice moved close between Jezebel’s open legs. So close Jezzy was sure her friend could smell her musk mingling with the lavender oil.

  Alice smiled at Jezebel, her own face rosy, the tops of her breasts flushed a lovely shade of pink. She brought her hands to Jezzy’s skin, working her newly oiled palms between Jezebel’s inner thighs, stroking, massaging, caressing.

  Lifting her pelvis higher, Jezebel heard herself make a frustrated little noise deep in her throat. Her hips rocked forward.

  Alice brushed her palm over Jezebel’s sweet spot.

  Jezzy gasped. “Oooh.”

  Alice leaned closer, teasing Jez with her fingertips, and then adding her tongue to the mix. She started with a light flick over Jezzy’s clit. As delicate as a whisper. Then she slathered Jez with hot, fat licks.

  “Oh, my!” Jezzy said, her legs starting to shake with an oncoming orgasm.

  “Wait,” Bare interrupted. “Let’s switch. Alic
e, it’s your turn.”

  Jezebel almost cried. She wanted to come. Needed to. But since she also wanted to understand the secrets of Hellfire Yoga, she stifled her tears and rolled her spine down onto the mat.

  Alice sat back on her heels, “Which position, Bare?”

  “I think wide legged forward fold with your hands on your hips,” Bare said. “Let’s start with that one.”

  “Oh, one of my favorites.” Alice turned her back to Jezzy and spread her legs, then keeping her back straight, she bent forward, nearly resting her head on the mat, her bottom high in the air. Her breasts plumped, gravity making it appear as if she was wearing an invisible push-up bra. And between Alice’s wide-open thighs, her womanhood glistened.

  Jezebel stood behind Alice. She had been enjoying Alice’s wonderful caresses, but she was also excited to turn the tables.

  Giving and receiving.

  She held out her hands to Bare, and the auburn-haired beauty dribbled fragrant oil into her palms from the penis-like container. Jezzy rubbed her hands together, warm and slippery as her own nectar, and focused her attention on Alice.

  Jezebel brought her palms to Alice and began massaging her shapely bottom. She couldn’t take her eyes off Alice’s shaved special place, her rigid nub, her glossy folds. Alice’s core reminded her of a spring rose after a rain, fresh and pink with light dew shimmering over its petals. She breathed in the scent of lavender mingled with Alice’s personal fragrance. The combination was intoxicating.

  Heat beaded over Jezebel’s skin. A pleasant tingling bloomed between her thighs. Kneading Alice’s firm buttocks, she leaned forward and blew lightly across Alice’s pussy.

  Alice moaned, and her opening puckered inward.

  Jezzy let out another stream of air, this time brushing Alice’s nether lips with her fingers.

  “Oooh,” Alice said in response, and a little drop of honey escaped from her entrance.

  “Good, Jezebel,” Bare said. “I think you’re getting the hang of our Hellfire Yoga program.”

  “It’s a little different from the usual Bikram hot yoga, isn’t it?” Alice said on an exhale.

  “I’ll say.” Jezebel was proud of herself for being able to make Alice respond in such a positive manner. In fact, it felt rather addictive. She reached for the bottle of oil and dribbled it over Alice’s now engorged folds. The oil moved in gleaming rivulets over her pussy, glazing it.

  Alice rocked her bottom toward Jezebel and sighed. “Yes, don’t stop, Jezzy. That feels so nice.”

  “Now both of you assume the constipated-elephant-with-a-boner-saluting-the-moon pose,” Bare said.

  They did. Quite easily, in fact.

  Then Jezebel reached out and trailed a light finger over Alice’s delicate flower, gliding it between the darkening petals and resting on her most sensitive spot. She daintily wisped a finger over it, then dipped inside. Wisp and dip. Wisp and dip.

  Soon Alice’s tunnel spasmed and tightened, and her hips began to rock rhythmically.

  Jezzy licked her lips. Her face burned with a furious flush. She stroked the bottle of oil, marveling at the erect cock contours of it, then she rubbed its glistening tip over Alice, and penetrated her entrance.

  Alice moaned as her opening stretched, fitting around the phallus. “Oh, yes…”

  Jezebel pushed the bottle into Alice’s tunnel, then pulled it back out. In and out. In and out.

  Alice rocked her hips. “Yes, fuck me, Jezzy.”

  Continuing with the bottle, Jezebel leaned forward and feathered her tongue out over Alice’s tight little bud.

  “New stance,” Bare ordered, “Crippled-hobo-eating-day-old-tacos-with-John-Tesh pose.”

  It was a trickier pose, but Alice and Jezebel fluidly stretched into it without breaking their oral connection.

  Alice cried out. Her legs trembled.

  Bare made a noise deep in her throat. She moved closer, just on the other side of Alice, watching Jezebel wield the bottle while her tongue toyed with Alice’s nub. “You’re doing very well, Jezebel.”

  Jezebel barely heard her, so caught up in the awesome feeling of power she had when Alice responded. She continued to swirl her tongue over Alice’s nub, applying more pressure each time Alice’s hips swayed back toward her. Jezzy’s nipples brushed against Alice’s thighs.

  “Indeed, there are all sorts of muscles that need to be massaged and worked, tension eased and released.” Bare’s voice was thick and throaty.

  Jezzy peeked over Alice’s bottom to see Bare had slipped her long fingers between her own legs and they were now slowly moving back and forth.

  This excited Jezebel even more, and a shiver of pure lust quivered over her. She resumed licking Alice, pumping the bottle harder and deeper, her friend’s juices warm on her fingers and tongue.

  Alice moaned loudly, rocking herself back, as if trying to take the bottle in deeper. Her muscles clenched, her tunnel contracting.

  Jezebel applied more pressure with her tongue, licking then sucking. She thrust harder, in and out, in and out.

  Soon Alice was gyrating, shuddering and screaming, bucking against Jezzy’s hand and pulsating against her tongue. Jezebel heard herself moaning louder, her success at bringing Alice over the edge like a drug, a high that she never wanted to end.

  “I think it’s time for another position,” Bare said. She was now squeezing both of her nipples, which were almost purple. She looked lovely with the rosy blush on her cheeks. She held out one hand for the bottle, and Jezzy withdrew it from Alice and handed it to Bare.

  “Alice, ease into the Joan-of-Arc-burning-at-the-stake pose. Jezebel, stand in front of Alice and stretch upward into the Sasquatch-with-a-moral-dilemma stance, with your arms above your head.”

  Alice eased onto her hands and knees, with her face forward. Jezebel stood in front of her, her sex directly in front of Alice’s face, and stretched her arms high above her head. The stretch did feel wonderful, but the pull in her lower abdomen only served to tighten the tension around her hungry clit, driving her mad with want. She was so horny, she didn’t know if she could stand it. Frustration filled her, knotting her shoulder muscles.

  “Easy, Jezzy. You’re tensing up.” Bare walked over and caressed Jezebel’s shoulders, massaging the knots. “Remember to breathe. But don’t breathe in the flames surrounding Joan of Arc. Then you’ll die like she did.”

  Tough pose, Jez thought.

  Jezzy drew in a deep, flameless breath, then let it out. She wanted to come. That would release the tension. But she needed to be patient. She could do this. She tried to relax her muscles. Then she felt a puff of air on her sweet spot. Her breath caught in her throat.

  Alice grinned up at her with a mischievous look in her eye. “Giving and receiving is just right.”

  Then Jezebel felt an ever-so-light touch wisp over her bead, and the ache tripled. She moaned, and her pelvis dipped forward, her pussy trying to move closer to Alice’s mouth. She wanted to beg Alice to lick her. She felt slightly ashamed that she wanted it so badly.

  Then Alice’s tongue flicked over Jezzy’s clit, and a lush thrill heated her thighs and made her legs tremble. “Yeah, just right.”

  Bare snuggled close behind Jezzy. Slipping her hands around either side, she cupped Jezzy’s breasts and tweaked her nipples. She pressed her warm folds up against Jezebel’s bottom, and Jezzy was surprised to feel Bare’s moistness on her skin. The idea that she, Jezzy, had that effect on the lovely Bare was so exciting, she felt her own walls squeeze in response.

  Alice made her tongue flatter and focused the top of it to administer slow, fat licks and sensuous circles over Jezebel’s sensitive button. Tremors claimed Jezzy’s legs and travelled up her belly. Her skin beaded in gooseflesh and her pussy quavered against Alice’s tongue.

  “Spread your legs, Jezebel.” Bare’s lips were close to Jezzy’s ear, her breath tickling Jezzy’s earlobe.

  “Which pose?” Jez gasped.

  “Woman-getting-eaten-out
pose.”

  Bare’s auburn hair brushed over Jezzy’s skin, bringing the distinctive scent of jasmine.

  Jezebel spread her legs further apart, careful not to dislodge Alice, as she seemed very intent on what she was doing. And who was Jezzy to argue? In fact, she could hardly think straight, Alice’s licks felt so incredibly good.

  Just then, Bare eased the cock-shaped bottle inside of Jezzy’s opening from behind, thrusting and stretching, massaging Jezzy’s g-spot expertly.

  “Oh yes,” Jezebel murmured.

  “You are so sexy. Does it make you feel good that you’re having this effect on us? Making us feel so turned on that we want to touch you? To fuck you?” Bare asked her, now driving the bottle deep.

  “Yes!”

  “Good. Now say, I’m a beautiful, confident, powerful woman.” Bare quickened her thrusts.

  Jezzy’s mind was fuzzy with heat and desire. She was in a sexual haze, so it was difficult to string any words together, but she began, tension building so quickly that she knew that she was on the verge of exploding. “I … am a … beautiful …”

  “And confident.” Bare drove into her.

  “And… confi… confident…”

  “And powerful,” Bare urged, once again massaging Jezzy’s g-spot.

  “And powerful … WOMAN!” Jezebel’s orgasm rocketed through her, making her whole body shudder and shake.

  “That’s it, Jezebel. Give yourself to the cosmos. Breathe! Draw the whole universe into your body!”

  The contractions took over. Jezzy’s blissful clit pulsating against Alice’s tongue. Her legs turned to rubber. A roar filled her ears, and her mind went blank. Wave after wave moved through her, taking her, lifting her. And when Jezebel’s orgasm finally faded, she felt she might finally be starting to understand what Hellfire yoga was all about.

  And she couldn’t wait to get to the castle and marry her prince.

  Er… Bean King.

  The Fairy Tale Wedding

  Of course, Jezebel couldn’t marry Jack right away. Not only was it still several hours before the wedding, but she and Alice had even more transforming to do before the walk down the aisle. But mani-pedi, hair styling, and artful makeup later, Jezebel and her matron of honor drove to the castle in a pumpkin pulled by mice (kidding, it was a Chrysler), and parked near the battlement, beside the parapet walk, next to the bartizan and chemise, under the postern, adjacent to the machicolation.