ALL THAT JAZZ  Part 2 
by Sonofjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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It's been nine days since I've heard from or seen her. Even though I was only
with her that one time, I know that no other woman will ever mean as much to
me as she does. No other woman can excite and arouse the desire in me like she
can. I've been with a lot of women, but I've never been with a woman as
beautiful, as passionate, as alluring or as . . . strong. I've never been with
a woman who is one tenth as strong as my Jazz.

The sad fact I have to admit to myself is that I can hardly realistically call
her "my" anything. Even though I belong to Jazz, Jazz doesn't belong to
anyone.

I met Jazz at the home of my youngest brother D.J. who is married to Jazz's
sister. That was the night that my world changed forever. Jazz is a statuesque
African goddess who stands a good 5" over my own 6'2" frame, and her height is
only one of the reasons she is able to look down on me. I used to think of
myself as quite a lady's man, but Jazz makes me feel like a timid wimp. It's
not just her amazing beauty either. There's something else about
her""something that just oozes sensuality. Plus, there is her awesome,
terrible strength which she displayed to me and my other brother Matt.

Even though Matt and I are both former college football stars, Jazz was able
to turn both of us into her bitches with supreme ease. Within an hour and a
half of meeting us she had both of us on our knees kissing and worshiping her
beautiful feet. Before our incredible night of passion was over, we were both
reduced to begging her for mercy. Her strength and ravenous sexual appetite
reduced us both to twin puddles of male ooze in her bed.

Since Matt and I working together were hardly enough to satisfy her, she made
it clear that she was only interested in seeing us as a pair. This doesn't
thrill me, but what choice do I have? The thought of never seeing her again,
of never being lifted into the air by her strong arms again, of never being
having the great privilege of being utterly used by her again is something too
terrible to even think about. As much as I would love to be allowed to make
love with her by myself, I know that it's not going to be that way because
Jazz doesn't want it to be. Besides, I know deep down that I'm not worthy of
being alone with her. All I can do is work hard and hope that someday I will
be worthy of that great honor. In the meantime, I will take whatever crumbs
she chooses to throw in my direction.

It's just the waiting for those crumbs that is so hard to take.

After work today I called Matt on the phone and told him to come to my place
for supper. I told him we'd grill up a couple of steaks on the backyard grill
and drink a few beers. I knew that Matt would be agreeable to that. Matt was
my best friend as well as my brother. Plus, he only lived down the block, so
we often ate dinner and hung out together in the evenings. This was usually
followed by the two of us going out and picking up women for the night.

Even though I was thirty-one and Matt was thirty, neither one of us had any
trouble picking up women in their early twenties. We both stayed in shape and
seemed to have a natural gift for attracting hotties. It had been this way
since I was in seventh grade and Matt was in sixth. When Matt was in the ninth
grade he was invited to the prom by an eleventh grade cheerleader. He said he
would go with her if she would pay for everything which she readily agreed to
do. While at the prom Matt ended up ditching the cheerleader and hooking up
with the senior who was crowned prom queen.

This is when Matt attained local legend status as a lothario. Being that Matt
and I competed at everything, we began to see who could score the most and the
hottest women after that. It's pretty much been that way ever since. Even
though I'm an inch taller and a slightly better athlete than my brother, he
has always had a slight edge over me when it comes to the ladies. I think that
this can be attributed to the fact that he's a little more ruthless than I am.

That's not to say that I haven't sometimes been an asshole where the ladies
are concerned, but at least I know I've been an asshole. The only way Matt
would admit that he's been an asshole to women is if he became convinced that
doing so would help him make a new conquest. And even then, he wouldn't really
mean it.

However, I'm through picking up women because Jazz told us that we could no
longer see any woman but her. She warned us that if she found out that either
one of us was with another woman that she would punish us severely. This keeps
me in line because I fear her awesome strength. Even more I fear displeasing
her because that might mean that I will never see her again.

A few minutes after calling Matt and inviting him over for dinner, he arrived
at my house. Letting himself in he said, "Throw those steaks on the grill and
break out the beer!"

"Done and done," I replied handing him a brewski.

"Don't overcook those steaks," he said, "You know I like 'em rare."

"Rare, don't you mean bloody?" Then trying to sound nonchalant I asked Matt,
"You haven't heard from Jazz have you?"

"No," he said, "Do you think she's through with us?"

"Don't say that," I said, "Don't even think it."

Matt gave me a serious look an asked. "Would it be that terrible if she was?"

"Don't you think so?" I asked. "Wasn't our night with her the greatest night
of your life?"

He thought about it for several seconds. Finally he nodded his head yes.

"Don't tell me that you wouldn't jump at the chance for another night like
that."

"Okay, I admit it," he said, "I would but still . . . . "

"But still, what?" I asked. I was starting to get worried. Jazz had made it
clear that she was only interested in seeing us together. Matt was making
noises like he might do something to ruin our chances.

"Are you really happy with this whole situation?" he asked.

"Maybe it's not ideal," I said, "But what choice do we have?"

"We could stand up like men," he suggested.

"And do what?" I asked. "Don't you remember what happened that night""how she
lifted over 1,200 pounds over her head with one arm or how she turned a
concrete brick into powder with one punch."

"I remember," he said.

The thing that I remembered best was how she reduced both of us to slaves
gratefully kissing her feet and nibbling her tight, round ass. I remembered
the way she lifted us both in the air while giving us a double blow job and
the way she easily carried us both up two flights of stairs to her bedroom
where she used us over and over again. The memories of that night haunt my
soul. I have to be with Jazz again. I have to be encased in her strong arms
and to follow her orders again.

"Matt," I said to my younger brother, "Don't you want to be with Jazz again?"

"Of course I do," he replied, "I just wish . . . ."

"What?"

"I just wish being with her didn't make me feel like such a wimp," he said.

"But compared to her, we are wimps," I said.

"I know," he admitted.

I didn't tell him that for me, being Jazz's wimp was part of the thrill. I
loved being with a beautiful woman who had the strength to dominate me. I
liked that she used her awesome strength to intimidate and even humiliate me.
There was nothing about Jazz that I did not find utterly intoxicating.

Changing the subject I said, "I'm going to go check on the steaks. Grab a
couple of more beers out of the fridge." A few minutes later we were eating.
We ate our steaks and drank our beers in silence.

After we finished eating, I wasn't sure I should broach the subject again, but
I was afraid that Matt might say or do something to ruin things with Jazz.

"Seriously, Matt, you're not going to do anything to spoil what we have with
Jazz are you?"

"In case you haven't noticed bro, what we have isn't that great. We aren't
allowed to call her; we can only wait around for her to call us. We aren't
allowed to see other women, but she can see as many men as she wants. Plus, we
have to share her. Doesn't any of that stuff bother you?"

"Look," I said, "Maybe it's not the greatest situation, but"""

"Man! Do you hear yourself? When did my big brother become such a wimp?"

This pissed me off. "Wait a minute," I said, "When it comes to Jazz, you're
just a big a wimp as I am. Don't forget, I was there; I heard you tell Jazz
that you were her little bitch just before you fell to your knees and began
kissing her feet."

"Oh yeah? At least I tried to stand up for myself! You said 'please' and asked
her if you could be her bitch!"

"Look, Bro," I said, "If you do anything to ruin my""I mean OUR chances with
Jazz . . . . "

"That's it isn't it? You want her for yourself! You want to cut me out, don't
you? Well, forget about it! She likes me better than you anyway! If anyone
gets cut out, it'll be you!"

"You take that back," I said. I could hardly believe how enraged I was. Matt
and I had promised years ago to never fight over a woman. Now, here we were
ready to go at it over a woman that had total control over our lives without
half trying.

"Fuck you!" he said. Suddenly we were standing toe to toe, our fists clenched
ready to go at it. At that moment, as if on cue, Matt's cell phone rang.

"Hello." Suddenly Matt's demeanor changed completely. He became . . . timid.
"Jazz, is it really you? . . . Yes. . . . Yes, he's right here with me . . . .
No, of course not . . . . We're at his house . . . . What? . . . . Oh, the
address, it's 1215 Elm Street. . . . . Yes, we'll be here waiting for you . .
. . I know. . . . . I know . . . . Yes, Ma'am." He hung up the phone and
looked at me. Most of the color had washed out of his face. "That was Jazz.
She's coming over." Then he walked into the living room and sat down in one of
my easy chairs.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"She's coming over," he repeated.

"When? How soon?" I asked.

"She didn't say."

I began to pace the floor. "How did she sound?" I asked.

"She sounded like someone who was in charge and knew it," he answered with a
slight edge of bitterness.

"Look, Bro, you've got to stop letting that upset you," I said. "She is in
charge, and there's not a damn thing either one of us can do to change that.
Just make peace with it and concentrate on the good stuff." Again, I didn't
confide in my brother that I liked the fact that Jazz was in charge.

You don't understand," he said, "She reminded me that I was her wimp, and all
I could do was say, 'I know'. Nick, you know me better than anyone. You know
I've never taken that from anyone before. I . . . I'm terrified of her, Bro.
I've never been scared of anyone like this before."

Part of me wanted to say something to make him feel better. After all, he was
my younger brother, and I could tell he was in pain. However, another part of
me couldn't get over the fact that he stood in the way of me being alone with
Jazz. I knew it wasn't his fault since it was Jazz that called the shots, but
I resented him for it anyway. Plus, I couldn't forget what he said earlier.
What if Jazz did like him better? It was him she called and not me. What if he
was the main man and I was just the sidekick?

These thoughts tumbled around in my head as I paced the floor waiting for my
goddess to arrive. Meanwhile, Matt just sat in my easy chair looking more and
more apprehensive. An hour later I was still pacing. "She didn't give any
indication of when she would be here?" I asked Matt.

"All she said was that she was coming tonight and that we should both be here
when she gets here."

I sat down. As I waited for her, I couldn't help but remember all the women in
the past that I had kept waiting. Even worse, I thought about the women that I
didn't ever call even though I told them I would. I thought about all the
women that I made cry with my callous and selfish behavior. Now that the shoe
was on the other foot, I swear I wanted to reach out to all of them and at
least apologize. I wondered if Matt was feeling anything like this.

Finally after almost two hours there was a knock. I rushed over to the front
door. Hand trembling, I opened it up, and there she was. It was Jazz.

"Nicky, my little wimp, aren't you glad to see me?" she asked.

"Yes, Jazz," I answered. I was glad to see her. She looked so beautiful and
desirable. She was wearing a tight white tank top that showed off her flawless
mocha skin, her huge 42DDD breasts and her broad shoulders. The muscles in her
fit arms were clearly defined though not huge. Her shirt didn't quite reach
all the way down to her waist so that her firm abs peaked out at the bottom.
The tight jeans she wore showed off her long shapely legs and her tight, round
ass to perfection. On her feet were a pair of white sandals that allowed her
precious toes to peak out.

She stepped inside my house and said, "This is a very nice house you have
here, Nicky. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm the regional manager for Benford Home Improvement," I answered proudly. I
was originally hired to work for this national chain of home improvement
stores by one of the rich alums at the college where I played football. It's
no secret that the job was mostly due to my gridiron talents. However, once I
got the job, I legitimately worked my way up to where I am now.

Jazz looked over at Matt who was now standing up and gazing at Jazz like a man
mesmerized. "And there's Mattie, my other little wimp. Are you glad to see me
too?"

"Yes, Jazz," he answered.

"Come here you two gorgeous men and give your sweetie a hug." We both went
over to Jazz with our arms out. She reached out and clutched both of our butts
with her powerful hands and lifted us both into the air and hugged us to her
body. First she gave Matt a big kiss and then me.

Jazz then placed us back down on the floor and asked, "So what have you two
boys been up to since I saw you last?"

"Nothing," Matt answered almost like he felt guilty.

"He's right," I confirmed, "We haven't been up to anything. We've just been
waiting for you to call." For some reason, I felt compelled to add, "We
haven't been with any other women just like you said."

Jazz smiled and said, "I know that boys. I know that neither one of you would
have the courage to disobey my orders, but it pleases me that you feel the
need to assure me anyway."

I could see that Matt bristled slightly at this. As for me, I found her
self-assurance as stimulating as I found everything else about her. I loved
the fact that she knew without a doubt that she owned me.

"You've been with other men though, haven't you?" I couldn't believe that Matt
was asked Jazz this question. I could not see a single possible outcome of
this line of questioning that would come out in his favor.

"Why of course I have, silly boy," she said with a smirk. "I have many other
wimps who wish to worship me. I've been with other women too. You didn't think
I'd give all that up for you two did you?"

"But that's not fair," he said.

"Mattie, I thought we settled this last time. You're just going to have to
give up these infantile concepts of fair and unfair. I own you now. You belong
to me for as long as I want, and there's not a thing you can do to change
that. You know that don't you?"

"Yes" Matt answered meekly.

"Then say it," Jazz commanded.

"I belong to you for as long as you want," he said, his head bowed.

"And why is that?" she asked.

"Because you say it's so," he answered.

"And you know you have to do whatever I say, right?"

"Yes, Jazz."

"And why is that?"

"Because you're so much stronger than I am."

"That's right. I am sooo much stronger than you. I'm sooo much stronger than
both of you put together."

I couldn't take just being a bystander any longer; I had to join in on the
conversation.

"We know, Jazz, we know that compared to you the two of us are nothing but
little sissy-boys. We know that you are our queen""our goddess!""and we will
do anything you say. We only want to serve and please you, Jazz. Please, Jazz,
please, let us serve you."

For my utter subservience to her she bestowed on me a smile that melted my
heart. Then she turned back to Matt and said, "See, Mattie, you brother gets
it completely. Why can't you?"

Then she walked over to him and grabbed him by the shirt with one hand and,
still smiling, lifted him effortlessly into the air""his feet dangling""until
her arm was fully extended. "I'm not completely convinced that you're going
along with the program, little one. There seems to be some part of you that
wants to defy me. Let me explain to you that what you are feeling is male
pride, and it's dangerous. You need to make peace with the fact that I'm your
superior in every possible way. The sooner you do, the happier you'll be. Do
my make myself clear?"

"Y-y-yes, Jazz," he said so terrified that he was almost in tears.

As I watched Jazz break my younger brother, a strange feeling swept over me.
How I wished that it was me she was threatening and dominating. I wanted
nothing more at that moment that to trade places with Matt. I wanted to be the
one she was physically overwhelming with her incredible feminine
super-strength.

"What about me?" I asked.

"What about you?" Jazz inquired.

"Well . . . maybe I'm feeling defiant too," I said.

"Nice try, Baby, but it won't work. You just see your brother getting a little
extra attention so you're trying to get some for yourself. But, Nicky, I know
that you're completely my bitch."

I wanted to tell her that it wasn't true. I wanted her to intimidate me with
her awesome super-strength as well, and yet somehow, I couldn't even pretend
to defy her. Instead, I burst into tears and fell at her feet. Through the
sobs I choked out, "It's true, Jazz, I am your bitch. I'll do anything just to
be near your amazing beauty and your terrible, awesome power. Please, let me
worship you. Please, please, My Goddess." Then I began kissing and licking her
toes through the straps of her saddles.

She casually tossed Matt onto a nearby couch and gently lifted me off the
floor into her powerful arms. "There, there, precious, I didn't mean to ignore
you. Jazz loves both of her little wimps the same." As she said this, she
soothingly caressed my face and gently kissed my cheek. Then she went over to
the couch where she had thrown Matt and sat down next to him with me in her
lap.

She deposited me next to her on the couch and with Matt and I on each side of
her, she removed her tank top. She wasn't wearing bra. Then she reached out
with her powerful arms and pulled both of our heads to her breasts. "Okay,
babies, it's time to show mommy just how much you love her huge tits."

Matt and I sat on each side of her and sucked and kissed and licked and
caressed to our hearts' content. Jazz moaned in pleasure. After about twenty
minutes of this, she ordered us to stand up. With both of us standing before
her, she reached out and grabbed our cum stained pants""one in each hand""and
in one smooth motion tore them both off of us with all the ease it would take
you or me to remove a tissue from its box. Then she did the same to our boxer
shorts.

My brother and I stood before her with both of our nine inch dicks at full
attention. Jazz reached out and took one in each hand and gently began to
caress them. "Is all this man-meat for little ol' me?" she asked. Matt and I
both tried to answer in the affirmative, but we were both so enraptured that
our responses came out as simply twin moans of pleasure.

Her hands deftly danced over our cocks as she squeezed, fondled, caressed, and
stroked with skilled precision. Then as she expertly fondled our balls, she
leaned over and gently kissed first my cockhead and then Matt's. This was
followed by a gentle lick, first me and then Matt, and then another kiss,
first me and then Matt. All the time she kept gently caressing our balls.

Just as Matt and I simultaneously reached the point of no return, Jazz pulled
us both into her huge tits and stood up lifting us both into the air as we
both coated her magnificent breasts with our creamy man-juice.

When we finished, she lowed us both gently onto to the floor. Neither one of
us had the strength at this point to stand under our own power. Such was the
intensity of our eruptions. Jazz sat on the couch and looked down at us on the
floor. Her beautiful, enormous breasts were covered with our combined cum.

"Which one of you two wimps is gentlemanly enough to go get me a towel so that
I can wipe this goo off my tits?" she asked. I looked over at Matt. He was
practically out cold. Realizing that this was my opportunity to show my
devotion to Jazz, I struggled up to my wobbling legs and staggered to the
bathroom and got Jazz a towel.

I sat down next to her on the couch and softly wiped off her tits with the
towel. I looked down at Matt and said, "He looks like he's had it for the
night." Matt mumbled something that sounded like a denial.

"Nice try again," Jazz said.

"What do you mean?" I asked trying to sound as innocent as possible.

"You know the deal," she said, "I'm only interested in being with the two of
you as a package."

"I know," I said.

"I mean look at you two wimps. One little orgasm and you'd think the two of
you just ran a marathon."

"No one""not even you, my mighty African goddess""could call that a 'little
orgasm'." This made her giggle which delighted me. "It's never been like this
before with any other woman," I explained honestly. "You might not know it,
but my brother and I have been known in the past for our sexual stamina."

"That was before you met me, the queen of all nymphomaniacs," Jazz said
haughtily.

"So what are we going to do now?" I asked.

"You're going to give me directions to your bedroom, and I'm going carry you
and your brother in there so that I can have my way with you. Don't worry; I
have ways to revive the two of you. You know that I do. I'm going to have my
way with the two of you over and over again until both of you beg for mercy.
Then I'll have my way with you one more time. At that point, I might take pity
on your weak little male bodies let you rest."

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