Fifty Shades of Jezebel and the Beanstalk (The Fifty Shades Of Alice Trilogy Book 4)

by Melinda DuChamp

  While it was no doubt music of the medieval variety, the instrument did indeed sound like a woman in the throes of unbearable passion, each note a different, wailing sigh.

  Jezzy felt her hips swaying, and her feet began moving forward. She realized distantly that she was dancing toward the stage where the prince stood. Vaguely she was aware that the people who were on the floor parted, making a walkway for her.

  Jezebel's body twirled, then her hips rotated, and her legs moved forward in dance steps she had never performed in her life. She knew in her heart that this was an ancient dance, a special one that was performed for Pan only.

  Jezzy heard herself giggle, and her heart become light. Heat swept over her and her head buzzed as sexual desire made her nipples ache and sent little electric currents to lick at her loins. She moaned, as the vibrations of the music went through her, each note like a lover's kiss.

  Soon Jezzy reached the stage, and she felt hands around her legs and waist, lifting her up. Through hazy eyes she saw two sets of arms reaching for her—Michael and Lance—and then she was lifted and standing, quivering before the prince.

  He continued playing the Syrinx, and Jezzy's body moved and gyrated, stepped and twirled for him. With her body, she told an age-old story of passion and desire, the meaning of which she sensed on a primitive level, but wouldn't have been able to verbalize.

  Also, there was much twerking.

  As she swayed before him, her hands came up and caressed her fragrant breasts. Her fingers plucked at her nipples, making them peak, aching to be kissed and sucked.

  One hand slid down over the feathers of her dress, to her slick mound. Her fingers found her most secret, sensitive spot, swirled over it, making tiny sizzling circles of pleasure.

  "Oooooh," she cried, feeling an orgasm racing from deep within her. "Ooooh, God."

  Yes. My name is Pan. Say it. His voice was in her head, deep, dark and sweet.

  "Pan," she breathed. "Pan..."

  The prince continued playing, the music wrapping around her, licking and kissing her everywhere, her hands accompanying, as if Pan was using her hands to do his bidding.

  Jezzy's mouth opened as the first spark of her orgasm alighted within her.

  Pan lifted his mouth from the Syrinx and lowered it to his lap.

  Jezzy whimpered. "Please don't stop."

  Pan's lips curved into a devilish smile.

  Jezzy's body continued to sway gently before him, awaiting his command. "Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do it. Just please, don't stop playing."

  Pan's smile widened. "Pan says touch your toes!"

  The crowd around her groaned. "Not again," someone said.

  "We just did this!" Another yelled.

  A cacophony of good-natured complaints filled the air around Jezebel.

  "Enough!" Pan shouted.

  The crowd went silent.

  He said, patiently, as if speaking to a class of kindergarteners, "Pan says, touch your toes."

  "W-what?" Jezzy sputtered. "I don't understand."

  She looked around, baffled, staring into the crowd. Everyone behind her was touching their toes, naked bottoms lifted into the air. Beneath her, next to the stage, was Lance, the twin who had oiled her.

  "Psssst!" he said.

  "What is going on?" Jezzy whispered..

  "Just touch your toes. Pan is like a spoiled kid. He has too much power and time on his hands, and he just loves to fuck with us. But if you don't do as he says, he'll send you out of the castle. It's just like Simon Says. Just do whatever he tells you to do."

  Pan watched her, waiting, tapping a cloven foot and strumming his fingers on his long, erect manhood. "Well?"

  Jezebel reluctantly bent down and touched her toes.

  "Very good!" Pan shouted. "So far, everyone can stay. Everyone up!"

  Jezzy was about to move upward but Lance once again whispered, "He didn't say Pan says."

  "Oh! Thank you!" Jezzy remained down, looking between her legs at him.

  Lance grinned. "Think nothing of it. I'm quite enjoying this view."

  Pan's laughter bounced off the castle walls. "Excellent! Now, Pan says..."

  There was a hushed silence in the room. Everyone waited.

  "Bounce on one foot!" Pan roared.

  Everyone stood straight and began hopping on one foot. A couple of people lost their balance.

  "Out!" Pan shouted. "Everyone who fell, Pan says get out of my castle!"

  Several people hung their heads in disappointment, heading for the doors.

  Pan let out a gleeful, childish laugh, then lowered a hand to his lengthy, engorged manhood, and began slow, rhythmic movements. He spread his legs and his amber gaze penetrated Jezzy as he pleasured himself. "Pan says… do the Macarena!"

  Somewhere from the back of the stage, Macarena music swelled into the air.

  Thank goodness Jezzy had just been at a wedding where they played the Macarena song every twenty minutes. Every drunken idiot there had requested it. She went through the movements of the Macarena dance, careful not to look at anyone else, as someone was sure to throw her off.

  "You! You! YOU! And YOU! BUSTED!" Pan's finger pointed again to the unfortunates who had messed up the dance. Pan threw his head back and laughed. "OUT!" He bellowed. "Get the hell out of my castle! And don't come back! Until tomorrow night!" He shook his head. "I love that dance." He chuckled. "It's good to be a prince."

  Jezzy closed her eyes and continued doing the Macarena. This was truly bizarre! But at least he wasn't demanding that they do the Hokey Pokey.

  "Everyone do the Hokey Pokey!" Pan bellowed.

  Jezzy almost did, then remembered, he hadn't said, 'Pan says'. But a few people began dancing the Hokey Pokey.

  Once again, Pan screamed and pointed and threw people out. He then giggled and wiped his eyes. "This is way too much fun!"

  His eyes scanned the crowd, then he said, "Pan says... watch me pleasure myself."

  Jezzy's eyes moved over Pan's rippling torso, to his strong arm moving up and down as he stroked his member, little grunts coming from deep in his throat.

  Erotic, supernatural energy rushed through Jezzy as she watched the massive prince bringing himself closer and closer to releasing. His pleasure becoming her pleasure. She had never known such a connection, such a desire to want to please someone else. Realization wrapped with her own desire. Jezzy realized with a kind of surprise, that stepping outside of herself and delighting in the pleasure of others was a turn-on.

  Mutual affection was one thing. Mutual appreciation was something even nicer.

  "Very good," Pan said, his arm moving more swiftly. His golden eyes continued to bore through her, seeming to see straight into her. "Pan says, pleasure yourself."

  Jezzy had forgotten about the people behind her. She gazed, hypnotized, into the Prince's eyes, and slid a finger over her swollen, needy pearl.

  "Yes," Pan said, stroking himself faster.

  A tiny prickle of heat began deep within her walls, swelling into excruciating pleasure.

  "Pan says... don't come."

  Jezzy let out a small cry. She'd almost let go! She lifted her finger from her delicate bud, quivering with the need to release.

  "Very, very good."

  Just then, a few orgasmic cries sounded in the room.

  Pan tilted his head, looking disappointed. "You know the drill. Out!"

  Barely finished with their orgasms, several men and women headed for the door.

  "Now, only Jezebel," the Prince said. "Pan says, continue to pleasure yourself. Place a finger on your sweet spot and make little circles for me."

  Jezzy did as she was told. She once again slid her finger over her clit and began making little circles.

  "Pan says, gently twirl your nipple with the other hand. But remember—Pan says don't come yet." Pan lifted his pelvis slightly, as if preparing to come himself.

  This aroused Jezebel greatly, and when she moved her fingers to her nipple and beg
an to twirl the sensitive, rosy nub, she felt that she couldn't hold off much longer. She was certain to be tossed from the castle.

  She watched Pan's eyes narrow with arousal as he watched her, tugging at his privates faster and faster.

  Watching him was making her even more excited. She wasn't going to be able to stop herself. And she didn't want to be kicked out of the castle.

  No one had said there were rules about talking, so she said to the prince, "Oh, please. Let me come."

  "Pan says no."

  "Prince, I can't stop myself. I… I… can't…"

  Jezzy closed her eyes and tried to disconnect from her body, to think unsexy thoughts. But all that came into her head was an image of Pan, stroking himself.

  "I'm… going to come," she whimpered.

  "Pan says not yet."

  "Then please, I beg you, let me stop touching myself."

  "Pan says not yet."

  Jezebel began to scream. Not in pleasure, but in frustration. Her body was betraying her. She had completely lost control. And much as she wanted to stay at this lovely party, there was no way she could stop herself now. She opened her eyes, her mouth forming an O, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as the biggest orgasm of her life was about to overtake her.

  "Pan says come," he grunted, spilling his seed over his rapidly moving hand. He threw his head back and bellowed, bucking his hips upward.

  Jezzy's inner walls contracted as her orgasm pulsed through her. She screamed, a tidal wave of pleasure rushing over her, only vaguely aware that invisible hands held her in place. Jezzy cried out again and again, watching as bursts of light exploded before her eyes. She was sent to a place in ecstasy she had never been. She felt her eyelids squeezing in time with her spasms, going on and on and on until she couldn't tell if it was multiple or just one, long, delicious, never-ending orgasm.

  "Pan says stop touching yourself."

  Relieved, Jezebel let her hands drop off her body. She let out a deep breath, feeling so weak that she could have gone to sleep right there on stage. Then a roar came from the crowd, and Jezebel realized it was people cheering and applauding.

  "Give it to her!"

  "Fuck her hard, Pan!"

  "Give us a good show!"

  Jezzy felt herself being lifted by the twins and lowered over Pan's lap. She was shocked that he hadn't lost his erection. If anything, his manhood seemed even harder.

  The head of his enormous, steely length touched the opening of her quivering pussy. The anticipation was too much. Her delighted clit peeked out from beneath her folds, hungry for more stimulation. Her womanhood begged to be filled. She wanted to be impaled upon Pan, fucked long and hard, even as she wondered if she could take all of him inside.

  Pan lifted Jezzy and effortlessly turned her around, so that she was facing the crowd. Everyone stood watching her, as she sat, legs spread over each of Pan's tree trunk thighs. Pan positioned her so that her steamy mound lay against his waiting member. Her clit pushed toward it, wanting attention. Jezzy's lips parted and her lids closed half-way as the prince pushed her hips forward and began a slow, erotic gyration of his hips, moving himself against her clit.

  She moaned as Pan's movements created a glorious friction, which sent shivery little jolts of pleasure against her sweet spot. Any thought of controlling the show of her arousal in front of the crowd was gone.

  As the crowd watched her, they began seeking pleasure of their own. Several openly stroked themselves, groaning and grunting their passion. Women dropped to their knees, spreading the labia of waiting, eager females whose hips were pushed forward in anticipation of enthusiastic tongues.

  Men sucked the raging erections of other men, or pumped hips into their jutting bottoms. Women sat atop moaning men, bobbing up and down in an increasingly frenzied pace as they watched Jezzy's mounting arousal.

  Jezzy watched the tangle of various sexual positions. Heat raced up her body and tension balled in her loins. She ached to have Pan's stiff, enormous rod sliding inside. She heard herself whimper from far away, and tightened her thighs against Pan's.

  "As you wish, pretty Jezebel," he said, slowly penetrating her.

  Jezzy gasped, his manhood filling her completely, stretching her and resting up against the mouth of her cervix. She felt herself quiver and fresh heat washed over her. The prince lifted her slowly until his tip was barely inside, then pushed her gently back down, filling her, moving his hips in a divinely slow pace.

  He adjusted his hips, and his rigid member curved and pressed up against a spot so sensitive, deep inside, that her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Pan's hips made small, gentle thrusts, massaging that spot, and Jezzy cried out again and again, the sensations swirling through her.

  Pan snapped his fingers. Startled, Jezzy's eyes shot open. But he did not cease his relentless movements. Through a fog of desire, Jezzy saw Nerah and Peony being lifted onto the stage. Pan's hands moved from Jezzy's hips and she saw them, large and strong, gesture to her breasts.

  Nerah and Peony knelt on either side of them and each began kissing and licking Jezzy's breasts, nibbling and sucking her nipples. She felt a delicate finger slide over her soft, honeyed folds, and find her most sensitive spot. The finger moved, making quick, soft little circles over her protruding, swollen bud, and Jezzy tried to move her hips forward to move against it.

  Jezzy rode Pan's magnificent manhood, ever more urgent. Her walls trembled, and she felt another orgasm bulleting forward, her need for release reaching a fever pitch. Then Pan thrust upward and forward, the sensation so sublimely exquisite, that Jezebel's orgasm crashed through her with the violence of a tsunami.

  As she let go, Pan thrust upward and pulled her hips down, so that he was impossibly deep within her. The last contractions of her orgasm rippled over his pulsing cock, and he roared into the sex charged air, the sound unearthly.

  Jezzy was lifted from Pan and placed on a red, velvet sofa, which seemed made especially for sex. It sat higher off the ground than an average sofa, as high as a table, making it the perfect height for most men to reach with their hips.

  "I understand that you are in search of someone who appreciates you, pretty Jezebel," Pan's voice melted over her, making her skin prickle with new, awakening arousal. "Let us see who does."

  Jezzy lay back on the sofa, turning her head to see the masked figure of a man climbing onto the stage. As he approached, Jezzy observed with interest the considerable height of the man. He was long and lean, his muscles defined and sinewy. The sandalwood scented oil on his body shone in the flickering firelight. His penis was short and thick, and jutted upward, toward his belly.

  Jezzy awaited his entry into her hot, wet cavern, but the man didn't stop. Instead, he walked past her and stood over her head, as if waiting for something.

  "Blindfold her," Pan said. "We shall see if she knows true appreciation by feel."

  Nerah walked over to the man, a red blindfold in her hand, and smiled at Jezzy. She handed the blindfold to him and kneeled next to her. Peony appeared on her other side. She leaned in and whispered in Jezzy's ear. "This will be fun."

  "With your eyes covered, your other senses will become more acute," Pan said. "Would you like to be restrained also? Some especially enjoy the restraints."

  "Oooh, yes," Nerah cooed. "Accept the restraints. They make it so much more delicious. You have no choice but to focus on the sensations. It's perfectly lovely."

  "I love the restraints," Peony agreed.

  "Yes," Jezzy replied. "I'd like the restraints, please."

  "Very well," Pan responded.

  The blindfold was placed over Jezzy's eyes, and then her hips were pulled toward the edge of the sofa. Her feet were placed in stirrups, which spread her legs wide. Her hands were tied with what felt like velvet straps, fastening them tightly to the sofa. Another strap was buckled across her belly, making all but her smallest movements impossible.

  "Oh, my."

  "Don't worry," Nerah said, flicking her tongue ov
er Jezzy's earlobe as she whispered. "You'll love it."

  "O-okay."

  "Let the test begin," Pan bellowed.

  Moments later, Jezzy felt Nerah and Peony's lips around each of her nipples, and their playful sucking and nibbling renewed the fire within her. She felt fresh wetness between her legs, and her lips opened as she tried in vain to move her hips forward, searching for something to touch her.

  Then something warm was pushing against the mouth of her womanly cave.

  "Oh, yes," Jezzy murmured. "Please."

  The eager thing slid into her, and Jezzy lifted her pelvis to accept it.

  "Yes, yes," she whispered.

  The mystery man plunged into her, using long, determined strokes, his pubic bone hitting her hungry clit with each one. His slippery cock hit her g-spot expertly, and continued thrusting into her, his hands on her hips.

  Jezzy heard his grunting, and the sound impassioned her further, making her moan and whimper. She didn't know what he looked like, but he felt heavenly inside of her. He moved faster, back and forth, in and out, making Jezzy moan louder and louder as her desire built. Her nipples sang where Peony and Nerah sucked and licked them, nibbling and then flicking their tongues over them again and again.

  The hard, swollen member inside of her grew bigger and harder, and Jezzy's head whipped deliriously from side to side as her pleasure hovered, suspended for what seemed an eternity.

  "Enough," Pan's voice said. "Next."

  Jezzy almost cried as she felt the unsatisfied rod being withdrawn.

  She whimpered, "No, please! Don't stop! You haven't come!"

  "Someone else will bring him to release," Pan said.

  "Was I not good enough?" Jezzy said, her voice growing thick in her tightening throat. She was surprised to find that she was genuinely disappointed that the man hadn't had an orgasm with her.

  "You were," Pan replied. "You are. But there are other eager men, waiting to have their turn with you. You are changing, transforming. Do you feel it, Jezebel?"

  "Feel what?" she breathed.

  "You're becoming unselfish."

  It was such a strange observation, especially when she was so turned on. But it hit Jezebel right in the core of her being. She was selfish. It was always about what men could do for her, not what she could do in return. But she had really wanted to make that last man come, to reward him for the pleasure he'd given her.