ALL THAT JAZZ Part 4 by Sonofjack - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest *** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by the awesome Sonofjack, whose other stories you can read here on Diana The Valkyrie, and on amazonlove.org. For the Full Story of All That Jazz (Part 4), please visit our Member's Section at Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com), under Exclusive Text Stories. Thanks all, and as always, hope you Enjoy! *** ******************** As I followed my master Jazz up the stairs, I revelled at how shapely, sexy and strong the back of her legs looked in my robe. The robe revealed a great deal of leg since Jazz was five in ches taller than my own height of 6###2###. The hard muscles under her smooth-as-silk legs clearly shown as she gracefully g lided towards my brother Matt###s bedroom. What aroused me even more than watching those powerful legs was the kn owledge that no matter how strong those legs looked, they were in reality much, much stronger. Jazz###s enti re body looked fit and trim and strong. The reality is that she was impossibly strong. It might seem strange that I use the adjective ###impossibly### to describe the ###reality### of Jazz###s strength and power, but that###s how it is around Jazz. What you once thought was impossible becomes all too real##'impossible strength, impossible beauty, impossible stamina and sensuality. Jazz is a walking fantasy come to life. She###s an ebony goddess that should only exist in one###s dreams. I thank God or the stars or the fates or even the dumb luck that brought her into my life. I pray to all of those that she continues to be part of it. I even hope and strive to be worthy that she will become a bigger part of my life. As we reach Matt###s bedroom door at the top of the stairs, we look down on his sleeping figure. ###He looks peaceful doesn###t he?### Jazz asked with a trace of adoration in her voice. ###Either that or exhausted,### I answered. I was thinking of the paces he###d been put through the night before. Jazz took my brother and I to a biker bar where Matt and I got into a fight with five bikers. We won the fight only to be almost choked into submission by their leader, an incredible, strong woman named Big Bertha. Fortunately Jazz was there to save us from her grip. Then Jazz brought Matt and I back to the house we shared for our usual night of begging, groveling and love making. Of course, Matt and I did all the begging and groveling and Jazz did most of the love making. ###Poor baby, maybe we should let him sleep,### Jazz said. ###But,### I started. ###But what?### Jazz asked. ###I thought you said we were going to ###work up an appetite###,### I said. By this I hoped that Jazz meant that the three of us were going to make more love. ###Well . . . I suppose we can still do that,### she said sweetly. ###But how if we don###t wake . . . .### Then it slowly began to dawn on me. What I hardly dared to hope would ever happen looked like it was about to happen. In the past, Jazz had been very clear that she was only interested in being with Matt and I as a package deal. Now, if I was interpreting her correctly, she was saying that she would like to ###work up an appetite### with just me alone. ###Wait! Are you saying what I think you###re saying?### I asked with a quivering voice. ###What I###m saying is that I assume you have your own bedroom somewhere in this house.### ###Right down the hall,### I barely managed to squeak out. Jazz quickly scooped me up in her powerful arms, carried me into the hall and asked, ###Left or right?### I pointed to the left and Jazz swept me away in that direction. When we got to the bedroom door, she kicked it off its hinges and carried me inside. When we got inside, she looked down and saw that I only had a mattress and box spring on the floor. ###Where is your bed frame?### she asked. ###Don###t you remember###? I returned her question. ###The last time we were in my old house, you destroyed it with your mighty orgasmic spasms!### Jazz smiled that smile that I would live or die for and said, ###Oh yes, I remember now.### Then she threw me roughly five feet through the air so that I landed in the middle of the mattress. ###Just as well,### she said, ###Because I###m feeling frisky as hell right now! Take off all of your clothes,### she commanded. When I did, she threw off the robe she was wearing, jumped the same distance that she had thrown me and landed on top of me like a jungle cat. She pinned my arms to the mattress and gave out a low growl. For the life of me, I wasn###t sure whether she was going to fuck me or devour me. I only knew that I was completely helpless either way. Instead, she smoothly slid beside me, effortless shifting my weight several inches to her right as she did. She scooted down the bed so that her head was resting on my left shoulder leaving her feet dangling a few inches off of the other end of the mattress. She softly began to rub her delicate, smooth hand across my chest and down my abs. ###You really have lovely muscles,### she said, ###Did you know that?### I laughed. ###My muscles are nothing compared to yours.### ###But they###re still quite big and lovely,### she insisted. Growing uncomfortable I said, ###Please, Jazz, stop teasing me?### ###But, Sweetie,### she said innocently, ###I###m not teasing you.### ###How can you admire my muscles when you###re so much stronger than me?### I asked. She raised herself up on her right elbow and said, ###Nick, you###ve gone out with a lot of fit women, haven###t you?### ###Yes.### ###Did you admire their physiques?### ###Well###, sure### ###Did you admire their physiques any less just because you were stronger than them?### she asked. ###No.### ###Then why should it be any different for me?### she asked. ###You can###t help it that I###m so much stronger than you. For that matter I can###t help it either. Does that mean that I can###t admire your manly body?### ###It###s just not the same,### I said. ###Why not?### ###Because . . . well, because the man is supposed to be the stronger one.### Even as the words came out I had mixed feeling about saying them. On the one hand, it felt good to say it. On the other hand, I was in bed with a woman that I loved whose awesome strength was probably at least ten times greater than mine. ###Is that so?### she asked. ###Yes,### I said as emphatically as my wavering conviction would allow. Then she lowered her luscious lips to my ear and whispered, ###If that###s so, then how come you looove my awesome strength and power?### As she said it, she gave my ear a sweet little kiss. ###Admit it,### she teased, ###You love knowing that I###m sooo much stronger than you. You love it when I lift you and carry you and woman-power you around. Don###t you?### She gave my ear a little lick. ###Don###t you?### ###Yes,### I said quietly. ###And you love knowing that I have the strength to protect you from danger, don###t you?### ###Yes,### I repeated as my dick began to stiffen. She sat up and shifted so that her large, succulent breasts were in my face, ###Does my superior strength make me any less of a woman?### I tenderly kissed one precious breast and then the other and answered, ###No.### She reached down and softly enfolded my rock-hard penis with her long, slender fingers. She gently squeezed a drop of pre-cum out and rolled it around the tip of my penis with her thumb. ###Does your relative weakness make you any less of a man?### ###No,### I moaned, ###But I feel so weak around you.### ###Baby, you###re not weak; I###m just very, very strong.### ###Yes, you are, my love.### She shifted slightly again so that her left bicep was close to my face. She flexed and I watched as it grew bigger and harder before my loving eyes. Her bicep wasn###t as large as mine, but I knew that it contained much more power. I reached up and squeezed it with my hand. It felt harder than steel. I gently pulled her arm to my lips and kissed her beautiful feminine muscle. I heard Jazz give a contented sigh. I knew that she was yielding to my touch. If not, I could have pulled her arm with all the strength in my body, and I wouldn###t have moved her arm a fraction of an inch. ###You love my strength, my power, my muscles, don###t you, Baby### ###Yes,### I whispered. ###Say it louder,### she urged. ###Yes!### I said a little louder. ###LOUDER!### she insisted. ###YES! YES! I love your strength, your power, your muscles,### I admitted. She laid her head back down on my shoulder. ###I like your muscles too, Sweetie; that###s all I###m saying.### After a minute or two of calm I said, ###Jazz.### ###Yes, Sweetie?### ###As physically exhausting as you can be, you###re twice as exhausting mentally.### She pulled my face to her lips and kisses me on the cheek. ###Thanks, Sweetie!### I turned, facing her and pressed my lips to hers and kissed her deeply. Our tongues entangled. Jazz had this sweet way of following each deep, passionate kiss with a quick, gentle peck on my lips. I loved those sweet little pecks even though I suspected that they were just her way of making sure she had the last word. ###What###s it like?### I asked her. ###What###s what like?### she asked back. ###What###s it like being the fantasy girl of every heterosexual man on the planet?### ###It###s nice,### she admitted. ###Now let me ask you something.### ###What is it, my love?### ###Why, if you###re in bed naked with the fantasy girl of every heterosexual man on the planet, and you ARE a heterosexual man on this planet, why are you wasting so much time asking me questions?### Taking the hint, I started to climb on top of Jazz. ###Oh no you don###t!### she said easily over powering me and throwing me down on the bed. ###I want to be on top!### She got on her hands and knees and straddled me. She slooooowly lowered her wet pussy onto my rock-hard penis and began to gently rock back and forth. ###Tell me how much you love me,### she commanded. Between moans of pleasure I said, ###Jazz, I love you so much . . . I can###t even think of a way to say it . . . . I know that no other woman will ever thrill me the way you do . . . . I###m willing to go through any indignity . . . just for the fleeting moments we spend together. You###re everything to me. You###re the sun that brings me light. You###re the moon that brings me longing. You###re as important to me as the air I breathe.### ###You###re doing a very good job of expressing yourself,### she said, ###When I first met you I never would have suspected that you could be so poetic.### ###If there###s any poetry in me,### I said, ###It###s only because you inspire me, my love, my goddess.### I reached up and began feeling the power and strength in her arms. Understanding what I wanted she tensed them for me and filled my hands with her beautiful, hard biceps. All the while, her huge tits were swaying back and forth, every now and then lightly slapping me in the face. I was so turned on and felt so deliciously weak and helpless in her presence that I felt as if my whole body was on the verge of melting into a liquid state. I wanted nothing more than the splash her with my essence and to melt into her, the two of us becoming one. Without even being fully aware of it, I found myself on the urge of exploding into her. I held back for as long as I could trying to hold back the sweet agony. As usual, Jazz took charge and whispered, ###Cum inside of me, Baby. Now!### What followed was the grandest, most majestic, most molten orgasm I###ve ever had. I felt potent and powerful and yet incredibly humbled on in the same moment. It was too much for me to take. All I could do was pull myself into Jazz###s strong body, bury my head between her amazing breasts and sob. Jazz once again used her strength and grace to effortlessly shift our bodies so that we were laying side my side. My head was still positioned between her ample breasts, and I was still crying uncontrollably. ###Shhhhh, My Baby. I know; it###s overwhelming, isn###t it?### she said. Her words were as soothing as aloe applied to sunburn. ###Oh, my precious little one, what am I going to do with you?### she asked. ###Just don###t let go,### I garble into her breasts. ###I won###t, my darling little man, at least not for a little while.### Ten minutes later I regained my composure. I looked deep into Jazz###s eyes and asked, ###What can I do for you, my love?### ###What do you mean?### she asked? Despite the intimacy we just shared, I was a little embarrassed. ###Sweetheart, you just gave me the greatest orgasm of my life. I###d like to at least try to return the favor.### ###But, Baby, didn###t you feel it?### ###Feel what?### I asked. ###I had one too,### she said. ###But how can that be?### I asked. ###When you have an orgasm your body is so powerful that I get thrown across the room or my bed gets destroyed or something.### ###Well, Baby, sometimes my orgasms are wild and violent and sometimes they###re soft and sweet. This one was soft and sweet.### I looked at her skeptically. ######Soft and sweet### sound a little too much like small and insignificant,### I said. Jazz kissed my forehead, then my nose and then softly on the lips. ###No, Baby, it###s not like that. Sometimes ###soft and sweet### is just right.### ###Are you sure?### I asked. ###Baby, don###t I always take whatever I want form you?### ###Yes,### I agreed. ###Then believe me, right here, right now, ###soft and sweet### is just right.### She smiled at me and pulled me tight against her body. ###You###re just so scrumptious; I could just eat you up!### ###Speaking of which, are you hungry yet?### ###Famished!### she answered. So we made our way downstairs back to the kitchen and I finished making breakfast. Around the time we were finishing breakfast, Matt came staggering into the kitchen. ###Is there anything left for me?### he asked and then added, ###I###m starving.### ###Sit down, little bro,### I said, ###I saved you a few pancakes and some sausage.### ###Thanks, bro.### ###Believe me; it wasn###t easy with Jazz here eating everything in sight. For a second there I thought she was going to eat the plate,### I joked. ###It###s your fault,### she said, ###You###re the one who helped me work up an appetite.### ###What###s that supposed to mean?### Matt asked jealously. Jazz looked at him coolly and said, ###Well, Darling, if you###re going to sleep this late, you###re bound to miss out on a few things.### ###What###s that supposed to mean?### Matt repeated. Looking bored, Jazz said, ###You figure it out, little boy, it###s time for this bird to fly?### ###Leaving?### I asked with my disappointment clearly showing. ###I###m afraid so,### she said, ###But don###t worry, my weaklings, I###ll be in touch.### I didn###t bother to ask when she would be in touch. I knew that I###d never get a straight answer. Besides, I wasn###t feeling nearly as insecure about Jazz as I had in the past. I felt that we###d made a connection. This time, when she left, I knew that I would see her again. After she left, Matt turned to me and said, ###What did she mean when she said that you helped her work up an appetite?### ###It###s like she said, little bro, if you###re going to sleep this late, you###re bound to miss a few things.### ###Don###t give me that shit! What happened between the two of you while I slept?### ###Matt,### I said as mildly as I could, ###Do you really want me to spell it out for you?### Strangely enough, as much as I wanted to be alone with Jazz, I did feel somewhat guilty about making love with her without Matt being there. After all, he was still my brother and best friend. Plus, I thought about how devastated I would be if our roles were reversed. I remembered how bad I felt the last time Jazz stayed the night with us and she sent me out to make breakfast while she and Matt stayed in bed together. I###m pretty sure all they did while I was gone was make out. Even so, it made me feel like crap. Of course, on that occasion, Matt gloated. That###s the difference between him and me. ###Did you two fuck while I was asleep?### he asked bluntly. ###No,### I answered him honestly, ###But we did make love.### ###Oh! Fuck the shit!### he said angrily. He stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs and slammed his bedroom door. He was obviously angry, but I wasn###t completely sure why. I suspected that more than anything his pride was hurt. Plus, due to his excessively competitive nature, I think it pissed him off that I seemed to be ###winning### with Jazz. However, the truth is, I don###t think his feelings for Jazz ran as deep as mine do. I think he saw her the way he saw all women##'as just something to fuck. The fact that Jazz was the hottest woman on the planet might have meant that he wanted to fuck her more intensely and with greater frequency, but I don###t think he was in love with her like I was. One thing was for sure. I knew my brother well enough to know that the best thing to do was to leave him alone for the rest of the day. Tomorrow was Monday. By the time we were both home from work in the late afternoon, he should be ready to talk about things. Of course, I###m not sure what good it would do to talk to Matt. In the end, Jazz was the one who was going to do all the deciding. *** Continued in our Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com) Exclusive, Members Only, Text Stories Section! ***