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

by Melinda DuChamp

  She had appreciated him.

  "I understand," she said. "Where is the next man?"

  Pan's laughter shook through her. "Perhaps you need a little more practice."

  "Yes. I want to… to please someone else."

  Within moments another hard member was pressing at her opening, and then sliding up into her wetness. Jezzy moved her hips forward, her sizzling pussy eager for it, but her soul also eager to satisfy another person.

  Her walls clenched over the long, slender manhood inside of her, grasping, unwilling to let it go. As the unseen man plunged into her, he moaned, sending shivers of delight through Jezzy's entire body. Her tingling bud responded, swelling and aching, but she focused on using her muscles to stroke him, milk him, make him feel good.

  "You do understand," Pan said.

  Jezzy felt the hair fall over her belly and hot mound. Then soft, sensuous lips were around her clit, sucking lightly. Jezzy's body quivered, as a deft tongue licked and flicked over her sweet spot with feather light movements.

  The rigid shaft pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, and her bare nipple suddenly felt another mouth upon it, and another tongue swirling around it, making Jezzy arch her back and lift her chest as far as her restraints would let her. The man's cries grew loud, and Jezzy felt a wave of heat as her orgasm built once again.

  "Please, please let him come," she moaned. "Please... let... me... "

  "Stop," Pan's voice called out. "Next suitor, approach."

  "No! Please!" Jezzy cried, and she felt her blindfold grow damp with her tears. She pulled against the restraints. She screamed out in anger and frustration.

  "Now, now, Jezebel. Have you quite finished your tantrum?" Pan's voice cooed, syrupy against her ears.

  Jezzy's bottom lip protruded in a pout. "Yes."

  "Excellent. Then let's continue, shall we?" His voice was light with amusement.

  Jezzy lay on the sofa, panting, her breaths ragged from her outburst. "But why won't you let me make the man come?"

  A cry of pleasure erupted behind her.

  "He just got a blowjob," Nerah's voice said from just over her pussy, and Jezzy felt her own juices dripping from what must've been Nerah's chin, onto her belly. "So did the last guy. He's just quieter when he climaxes."

  "Uuuggghhh!" Jezzy yelled.

  But then another engorged, considerable dick was gliding into her opening and pushing deep. Jezzy sighed, the feeling so wonderful that she seemed to be floating. The mouths on her nipples continued their work, and Nerah's mouth and tongue resumed her playful assault on Jezzy's most sensitive place.

  Each stroke of the man's hips sent bursts of electric pleasure through Jezzy. Tension balled in her loins, and her walls squeezed around the mystery man's relentless thrusts. His hard shaft pushed her further and further toward oblivion. A prickle of burning heat began deep in her wet channel, and within seconds her pussy ignited and clutched at his driving thrusts. Her orgasm teetered on the brink, all it would take is one more stroke, one more lick, one more nibble—

  "Stop!" cried Pan. "Enough!"

  "No! Not enough!" Jezzy insisted.

  But no one else was called forward to pleasure her. Even the mouths of the mermaids were gone. Jezzy was left in the dark, behind the blindfold.

  "You've been an excellent student, Jezebel. But you've some learning left to do."

  Jezzy lay on the table, still restrained, still blindfolded. Her entire body quivered with unreleased need and frustration.

  Suddenly the blindfold was removed, and she blinked her eyes against the firelight. The twins, Michael and Lance, released her restraints. Jezzy was disappointed. She felt slightly abandoned. She sat up, her head hanging, looking at the floor.

  "Now, now. Don't be so downhearted," said Pan. "I have much to show you." With that, he clapped his hands. "Bring me the golden hen."

  Jezebel Makes a Promise

  A tall, lean woman with long, shining chestnut hair was lifted to the stage holding a cage. Within the cage was a hen, golden from head to toe. Jezzy had never seen any creature like it. The hen blinked at Jezzy, unimpressed.

  "Thank you, Kiki," Pan said.

  The lean woman nodded.

  "What is that?" Jezzy asked. "I don't care who you are, or how much learning I need to do, or how big of a penis that thing has. I will not have sex with a bird."

  Pan shook his head, chuckling. "Now you're just being silly."

  "About not having sex with the bird?" Jezzy said. "Because I won't."

  "The very idea of it." Pan waved his hand, dismissing the line of conversation. "Let's move on."

  "How big of a penis does that bird have?" Jezzy asked.

  "It doesn't. It's a female. Can you stop talking about sex with the bird, please? It's making me uncomfortable." Pan turned to Kiki. "You may step down."

  Kiki exited the stage with the help of the twins. Then the three of them began to make out.

  Jezzy looked on with jealousy. She wanted just ten minutes with those two. Even five minutes, with just one.

  "Focus, Jezebel." Pan gestured to the bird in the cage. "This is a golden hen, which lays golden eggs."

  "I hope I can use them to pay someone to satisfy me, because I'm becoming very cranky." Jezzy crossed her arms.

  "No, but you can use the eggs to satisfy you."

  Jezzy stared at Pan. "I don't even know what to say to that."

  "Nerah, would you demonstrate, please, on Jezebel?"

  "With pleasure," Nerah said. She opened the cage and gently lifted the golden hen. "Ooooh my pretty Lenny. That's my sweet girl," she cooed, petting the hen's head.

  The bird made a cooing sound back, rubbing her head under her palm.

  Lenny? Jezzy thought. She sighed. Just go with it. When in Phlegm…

  Nerah reached under Lenny's belly and rubbed her tummy. "You like that, don't you Lenny? Rub the belly? Who's a good bird? Hmm? Are you a good bird? Are you my gorgeous birdy?" She placed her palm under the bird's bottom area.

  Suddenly Lenny squawked and laid a perfect golden egg into Nerah's waiting hand.

  Jezzy felt her brows come together. This was the strangest thing she'd ever seen.

  Nerah smiled at the egg in her hand, and brought her other hand beneath it to cup it. "Oh my. This one is certainly a jumpy one."

  Jezzy stared at the egg in Nerah's hand as she approached. "Oh!" she cried, when she noticed that the egg was jumping and vibrating in Nerah's hands. "What kind of egg is that?"

  "It's a magic pleasure egg," Pan replied. "This one is for you."

  Cries came from the crowd below the stage.

  "Yes!"

  "Show her the egg!"

  "Give her the egg!"

  "Oooh, I want the egg!"

  "Pleasure egg?" Jezzy asked.

  "Yes. Nerah, show her how it works," Pan said.

  "Lie back", Nerah said. Peony joined her.

  "No, let her stand. Allow the audience to view her better," Pan said, his voice growing as thick as his enormous rod. He started to stroke. "Stand facing the audience, Jezebel."

  Jezzy did as she was told. She stood up on shaky legs and walked to the middle of the stage, facing the crowd. "Like this?"

  "Yes," he grunted.

  "Spread your legs, Jezebel," Peony whispered into Jezzy's ear, her lips capturing her earlobe and sucking lightly. "You will like this."

  "I'm not sure…" Jezzy was feeling nervous and exposed. Even though everyone in the room was basically naked, they were all focused on her. Some stroked themselves. Some licked their lips. Some stroked their neighbor and licked their own lips. Some … well, you get the idea.

  And the egg was pretty bizarre, too.

  "You've learned to appreciate your lovers," Pan said. "But you still need practice trusting them."

  "Trust is essential," Peony said.

  The crowd waited, silently, for Jezzy to make her decision.

  "Okay," she said. "I'll trust you."

  "Wonderful," brea
thed Peony, her hand sliding down Jezzy's belly and lightly playing over Jezzy's still slippery pleasure pearl. Desire ignited and surged through her body. She moaned softly, and she moved her legs further apart on the stage floor, her hips hitching forward to accept Peony's fingers.

  Jezzy watched the crowd through half-lidded eyes. She felt their arousal heightening, an electric charge crackling in the air. She felt as if they were touching her too, with their gazes, their energy, their wanton desire.

  The sensation of Nerah placing something warm and hard up against her slick opening blended with the rest, the object undulating and vibrating, sending delicious sensations trilling through her.

  The magic golden egg.

  "Aaaahh," Jezzy groaned. She no longer cared what the object was. Just that it was placed inside of her. Her need had grown so strong that she only wanted release.

  The egg vibrated and jumped as Nerah slid it high into her hot, swollen cave. The egg drilled at her walls, and wiggled and vibrated higher, then lower again, finding her G-spot as if it knew exactly where it was.

  But then, it must. It was magic, after all.

  Jezzy rocked her hips, feeling the magic egg pulsing and jittering deep inside. Peony's fingers made gentle swirls over her slick nub, creating delectable ripples of bliss.

  "Ooooh, my," Jezzy murmured, her voice husky with heat.

  Peony moved aside, her fingers leaving Jezzy's needy clit and her mouth abandoning her nipple. Jezzy felt the absence of her touch as a loss, and felt her lip quiver, even as her arousal built. "Where are you going?"

  Peony was holding out her hand, and Nerah, who still gripped the chicken, passed another, slightly smaller golden egg to her sister.

  "Now turn around, Jezebel," Pan said.

  "For what?"

  "We're placing this one in your bottom."

  Jezzy had never done anything related to anal before. She thought it was kind of gross and dirty.

  "I don't want to," she said, shaking her head.

  "You'll love it," said Peony.

  "I've got one in me right now," said Nerah.

  "I don't know…"

  "Watch," Peony said. She bent over in front of Jezzy, then placed the tip of the egg against her own bottom. She slowly slipped it inside her, stretching herself open until the egg disappeared. Peony grunted, then moaned, as she stood up again. The look on her face was one of obvious arousal.

  "Does it… does it hurt?" Jezzy asked. Her knees felt liquid, the buzzing against her G-spot making it hard to remain standing.

  Peony shook her head, then closed her eyes. Her body began to shake, and Jezzy realized the mermaid was having an orgasm.

  Or maybe it was an assgasm?

  "You have to trust us, Jezebel," Nerah said. She was holding another golden egg. "Trust means trying new things. Breaking boundaries while understanding that you're safe."

  Jezebel glanced at Pan, who was stroking himself even faster.

  "It will feel good, Jezebel," Pan said. "It will also turn me on."

  The egg in her pussy was making it impossible to think clearly, but she knew, deep down, that trust was even more important than mutual affection and appreciation.

  "I'll try it. But if I don't like it…"

  "Then we'll remove it immediately," Pan said. "If you don't like it, just say so."

  Jezebel nodded nervously, then bent over, so far she could see Peony approach between her legs. From her upside-down view, she saw Peony had the egg, which twitched and vibrated with a low humming sound.

  "You have to relax your muscles," Peony said.

  Jezzy did the opposite, squeezing tight. But when she tensed up her rear muscles, she also tensed her pelvic muscles, which increased the already-intense vibrations of the egg nuzzling her G-spot. Jezzy began to tremble from pleasure, and then she had four strong hands on her legs and buttocks, stroking and massaging. The bodybuilder twins, rubbing in more oil.

  "You need plenty of lube," Michael said, as he rubbed her gently between her legs, starting at her pussy and moving backward until his large finger tickled her there.

  And it felt okay.

  Actually, it felt good.

  And as Michael continued to massage oil on her, it began to feel really really good. She hadn't ever realized how many nerve endings there were in that particular area, and when they were being tickled and stroked, it was an entirely new sensation for her.

  Jezzy relaxed, luxuriating in his touch, welcoming it. Lance moved from her legs to her breasts, rolling her nipples in his strong, oily fingers.

  "Can I slip my finger inside you?" Michael asked.

  "Sure, of course you… oh!" Jezzy gasped.

  She'd assumed Michael had meant inside her pussy, but he'd taken the other entrance. It felt very odd, but it didn't hurt at all.

  "Is that okay?" he asked.

  "I… yes. It's okay."

  "Is it more than okay?" Pan was leering at her, continuing to stroke himself.

  "Well… I… I suppose it is."

  "Can I move my finger in and out?" Michael asked.

  Jezzy placed her hands on the floor for support, and nodded. Michael's thick finger began to move, and the thought of such a large guy being so gentle with her, so obviously concerned, was as much of a turn-on as the sensations he was creating.

  "When you're ready, Peony has lubed up the egg," Michael said. "But only when you're ready."

  Jezzy nodded, closing her eyes, feeling him slowly slide in and out of her. That motion, combined with her nipples being lightly pinched, and the egg inside of her, were all blending together in a marvelous way, like different sections of an orchestra.

  "I'm ready," Jezebel surprised herself by saying. "I trust you."

  She opened her eyes and watched Peony approach. When Michael removed his finger, Jezebel felt empty, and she missed it. But then the tip of the egg pressed against her, warm and buzzing, and began to slowly stretch her open.

  "I'm… I'm going to come…" she wailed.

  "Not yet," Pan said. "Wait until it's in all the way."

  Jezebel felt herself being stretched wider, and wider, until it was almost uncomfortable.

  "It's in!" Pan said, clapping his hands.

  "Stand up, Jezebel. Just concentrate on the pleasure you're feeling." Peony's voice was sweet and encouraging.

  Within seconds, Jezzy couldn't concentrate on anything else. She closed her eyes. She'd almost forgotten the crowd, but now she listened to the moans and cries of mounting pleasure and release in their moans and murmurs. And as she did so, the undulations of the magic eggs seemed to grow in intensity. She'd never felt so full. Tiny flames licked at her wet walls and burned against her G-spot. And the other egg—the one she'd been worried about—made the ecstasy even more intense. It was so intense she began to cry out, her voice rising with each passing moment.

  Her knees began to buckle as her pleasure crescendoed.

  "No, stand up, Jezebel. You are so beautiful to watch," Pan said, his voice strained, his own release imminent. "Let them watch you."

  Lance and Michael appeared at her sides and lifted her, helping her stand.

  The orgasm began deep and high; a tiny prick, twisting and igniting and bursting. Her insides squeezed and clenched, and her orgasm spread, spasms clenching every muscle as Jezzy screamed. The orgasm went on and on, and she barely noticed the two men holding her up for the audience as she came and came.

  And came and came and came.

  Finally, as her orgasm faded, she opened her eyes to the crowd, who were at various stages of any number of mind-bending acts. Jezzy blinked her eyes, and tried to stand. Her body was spent.

  For the moment.

  As she was held by the twins, the eggs inside her stopped vibrating, as if they knew she was sated. A second later, waiters carried out platters of food and refreshments and set them on a long, seemingly endless banquet table. Pitchers of wine, water and juice arrived, along with several different cheeses, fruits and crackers. There
were also sweet treats. Cakes and cookies, and chocolates.

  Lots of chocolates.

  Jezzy realized she was famished.

  "Yes, Jezebel. Eat," Pan said. "You'll need your energy." His smile was positively wicked.

  Jezzy reclined on a black, silky love-seat and allowed a stocky, sun-burnished man to feed her grapes. He stopped, filled her goblet with wine, and held it to her lips.

  "You were outstanding. I've never seen anything like you. You're exquisite, Jezebel."

  "Thank you," Jezzy said, and was awed to find that she was blushing. She'd just had sex with several men and two women in front of countless people, and a mere compliment was making her blush. "What is your name?"

  "Don't you remember? From the restaurant."

  Jezzy blinked and realized who it was. The facial features where the same, but she hadn't recognized him because he wasn't wearing his waiter outfit. Instead, he was naked, his muscular body looked like it had been cut from marble, his impressive manhood stiff, with a slight upturn.

  "Jack!" Jezzy squealed. "You gave me the beans!"

  "Indeed I did."

  "Thank you so much for that."

  "You're very welcome."

  "Did my miserable blind date, Chet, give you a good tip?"

  "I don't know. I think he's still there, talking as if you hadn't left. Something about Love in the Time of Cholera."

  Jezzy laughed. Chet had moved on from Russian literature to Columbian.

  "Well, perhaps I can tip you later," Jezzy said, and winked. The wine, which she was drinking rather quickly, was making her feel warm and floaty. "Does Pan give every new person lessons?"

  "Not every new person. I think he likes you. I know he thinks that you're special."

  Jezzy smiled. She wanted to feel special. It's what she'd always wanted. Perhaps that was the cause of her selfishness in the first place. It was like a craving for her, the need to feel special. Wasn't every girl like that?

  Jack fed her little chunks of cheese on small, herbed wafers. The food was delicious. Jezzy was beginning to feel like she never wanted to leave the castle.